Chapter 10
There were four big bedrooms in the hacienda, with a big double bed in each. John and Rose Robinson shared one of these beds. Alec Robinson and his cousin Chris shared another. Nina Robinson and Carol Hardy doubled up. Ben Hardy had a bed of his own. A large foldaway bed had been placed in their parents' room to accommodate the twins, Robin and Polly.
Of course, everyone was fully aware that this arrangement was merely temporary. They fully expected that during the night secret games of musical beds would be played by one and all as the whims struck. It was only due to the strenuous journey to the Mexican island, and the even more strenuous (though more enjoyable) sexual activities which had taken place, that everyone slept soundly that first night of the Robinson-Hardy family reunion.
In the morning, Dr. John Robinson awakened to find his penis rising stiffly out of the fly of his pajamas and his wife Rose looked amusedly at him. Playfully, she tugged at it for a moment. "Well," she said, "what have we here?"
"It's a penis," he explained to her with a straight face.
"And an excited one, too," she marveled. "I'll bet you were thinking lustful thoughts about your skinny niece Carol."
"She's not skinny," he defended. "Besides, I was thinking about you."
"I'll bet you were," she said teasingly, and bent her head over his crotch to gently bite his prick.
They were just kidding, but John knew he'd been dreaming of the slim-figured Carol, age sixteen, with blonde hair and the face of a hungry, sensuous animal. At the thought of her young, agile body squirming over him, pressing her taut nipples on his chest, sliding down and touching, probing with her slim fingers, then taking his throbbing penis between her smooth lips, his flesh stood up in a sudden lurch.
Rose laughed, planted a juicy kiss on his prick, then vaulted from the bed. In the skimpy baby doll nightie, she looked great. Her full breasts poked out the diaphanous material of the abbreviated gown, and the black triangle of pubic hair was clearly visible as she stretched.
"Hey, come back," he said.
"Sorry, mister," she said, "you'll have to take a number for faster service. The next dance is saved for a relative."
As she pulled on a bathrobe and whirled from the room, John thought; Yeah, for seventeen-year-old Chris, whom she hasn't had yet-and maybe brother Ben after that for an encore. It was too bad Carol didn't have a sister, but then she was a woman enough to satisfy him every time, of that he was certain. Idly, he -toyed with his stiff penis as he thought of the girl.
On the rollaway bed nearby, both twins had their eyes slitted, watching their father's stiff peter rolling about in his hands. They licked their lips and secretly placed their fingers into their own pussies to masturbate.
Finally, Robin couldn't stand it any longer. She said, "You want me to suck you off, Daddy?"
Her voice startled him. He smiled. "I thought you were asleep," he said. "Yes, Robin, I'd like very much for you to suck me off."
"Oh, boy, thanks," Robin said, leaping from the bed.
"Hey, how about me?" Polly wanted to know.
Her father laughed. "There's always room for one more."
The young girls quickly shucked off their pajamas and swarmed nakedly over him, each grabbing for his peter and trying to stuff it in her mouth.
"Hey, I asked first!" Robin said heatedly.
"Girls, girls," John Robinson said, "don't fight. There's enough for everybody-but maybe not at the same time. Tell you what, we'll make a contest out of it." He picked up his wristwatch from the nightstand and placed it on his wrist. "Each of you sucks my penis for a full minute and tries to make me have an orgasm. You take turns, and the one into whose mouth I come is the winner."
"Me first, Daddy," Polly said eagerly.
"No," her father said, "Robin is the one who got the idea, so she'll start."
Smiling smugly, Robin got into position, gripping the bottom of his penis with her hands, licking her l lips in pleasant anticipation of the contest.
John stared at his watch, smiling. A little wholesome sibling rivalry never did any harm. He counted off the seconds, then said, "Now!"
Robin happily bent to her task. She loved her father very much and wanted to please him. In addition to that, however, she genuinely enjoyed sex -"a natural born cock sucker," her father had once called her, and she knew it was a compliment. She also determined to keep that title by making him come in her mouth this time.
She opened her mouth wide and let his peter slide deep into her mouth. She closed her lips about it, gripped the shaft and his balls tightly in her hand and worked her head up and down as furiously as she was able to do, all the while twirling her hot little tongue all over the insides of her mouth, letting it rub against the peter and move in over the top in steady swishing strokes designed to make him excited. The man's groan told her she was succeeding in working him up. He wasn't the only one. She found sucking peters very sexy herself, and a familiar warm, wet sensation began between her legs.
"Time," her father called. "Come on, dear, it's Polly's turn."
Reluctantly, Robin moved away and watched her twin sister take over the task. It'll be a heck of a thing, she thought, if I get Daddy all worked up and he comes in Polly 's mouth because of that.
Polly felt the same way, which is why she also worked her mouth and tongue avidly over her father's stiff throbbing peter growing bigger in her mouth. She took it out of her mouth for an instant and nibbled along the sides, working up one side and down the other like an ear of corn.
"Time!" her father called.
Damn! she thought, annoyed, but released him to Robin.
Their father was having a hard time trying to decide which of the two girls he should let finish him off. Robin always seemed to get her way, so it might be fairer if he came in Polly's mouth. Yet failure might be harder to take for Robin. He also knew that if he waited long enough, his timing would be awry and the matter would be taken out of his hands-and he would simply come with whatever girl happened to be sucking his penis at that time. Perhaps, he thought, nature should really be the one to decide. "Time," he called, and Robin pulled her mouth from his throbbing penis and gave way to Polly.
Polly attacked him with her teeth again, nibbling all over his peter and nipping strongly at the knob at the tip all over to the ridge. When it was Robin's turn, she tried sucking on his testicles and opening her mouth so wide he thought she was trying to swallow the hairy sacs. Polly chomped on his penis, moving it from one puffed-out cheek to the other with her tongue.
John had the urge to reach down and fondle his daughters' breasts or between her legs, but he resisted the impulse. To be fair, the contest should be conducted only with the girls' mouths on his genitals. He managed to resist the impulse, but he was unable to keep his mind clear and calm any longer. He found himself gasping for breath and moving his hips automatically upward to thrust his stiff penis into the hot mouth working over it.
Robin leaned over her father's crotch and stuck out her tongue to lick up a bit of sticky semen that had collected on the tip of his peter. She pressed her lips firmly against the top and kissed the hot flesh passionately. She took the knob into her mouth and enclosed her teeth under the ridge and pulled up vigorously. He's coming! she thought wildly. Daddy's coming!
John could feel the beginning spasms that told of the onset of orgasm. He sighed and began to spurt the hot liquid into Robin's mouth. "Time!" he gasped.
Robin found herself being shoved aside by her twin sister. Polly spread her lips wide and took her father's jerking peter full in her mouth and sucked on it, exulting in the feel of its throbbing length spasming against her tongue. She kept sucking even after the last drop of his come had splashed against the roof of her mouth and coursed down her throat.
"Anyway, I won," Robin declared. "He started to come first in my mouth."
Polly looked up frowning, her lips wet and sticky. "But he came all the way in mine. I'm the winner."
John Robinson laughed. "You girls are just too good. We'll have to call it a tie. You both win." He pulled them both to him and kissed each one warmly on the lips. "I love you both equally well anyway, and don't forget that."
"We love you too, Daddy," they chorused.
From the corridor where she'd been watching, Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. It was a very touching scene in the bedroom. John was not only a good husband, but a wonderful father as well, and she loved him very much.
She gathered her bathrobe around her and walked softly down the corridor. It was early morning and she doubted that anyone else was up-especially after the full activities of the day before. She glanced into the bedroom where her daughter Nina and her niece Carol lay, moving restlessly. The next bedroom held her brother Ben, lying on his back, the covers tossed off him, his thick prick sticking out, half erected, from the front of his totally naked male body. Rose paused for a moment to look at him. He was a diamond in the rough, all right and she loved him, too. On impulse she walked silently into the bedroom, bent over, and planted grateful kiss on the shaft of his prick.
"Thanks, Ben," she said, "for a wonderful reunion."
In his sleep, her brother smiled.
For a moment Rose stood there over him, her mind fraught with indecision. She would loved to have kissed his prick some more, perhaps even straddle him and brought him awake with his prick sliding up into her cunt. But she had other plans. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she walked out of the room and back down the corridor, to the last bedroom. She stood at the foot of the bed, watching the bed's two occupants-her son Alec, and her nephew Chris, laying pajama-clad with their backs to each other, separated by at least a foot and a half of space.
Rose shrugged off her robe and, wearing only her shortie nightgown, crawled from the foot of the bed up over the bed and lay in the center between the two young boys. Still asleep, they shifted slightly to afford her the room. She lay there for a moment, not moving, feeling the warmth of the two bodies pressing close to hers. She recalled how wonderfully athletic Chris' male body had been in the tight bathing suit that showed off his penis. Like father, like son, apparently. The notion excited Rose very much. She eased her hand over his hips along the rim of his pajama bottoms, snaked it across his belly, then dipped under the waist band to his groin, where she clutched his limp prick with a gentle but firm hand.
Chris groaned and turned slightly toward her. "Mmmmmm, Nina," he murmured in his sleep, "I love your hand on my dick."
"They all do," Rose said dilly.
I mustn't neglect my own little boy, she thought, and put her free hand through the fly of Alec's pajamas to touch his prick. Alec reacted in the usual way by sighing and twisting to press himself up against her body.
Well, I've got me two handsful here, all right, Rose thought. She loved to feel a guy's prick in her hands, to massage it and experience it grow thick and stiff, thanks to her. Even more than that, she especially enjoyed two pricks. Sometimes, husband John and fifteen-year-old Alec would be in bed with her at the same time, and she'd make them both very happy and herself as well. It also meant there were twice as many mouths and hands that could feel up her cunt, her ass, and her breasts.
"Ooooh," Chris groaned and twisted even more.
The seventeen-year-old boy placed his hand on his aunt's belly and rubbed. He worked his way upward at first, pushing aside her shortie nightgown until her large breasts were exposed, then he dipped his head to nuzzle them and kiss and lick the nipples and take them between his lips and suck greedily, while his hand returned down the path along her belly and below, where his fingers probed the wiry black pubic hair in search of the hot, moist hole between her legs.
Rose couldn't help but squeal her delight as his finger found her cunt and edged past the clit into it. Her outcry made him snap his eyes open and he lifted his head to peer into her face.
"Why, you're - you're not Nina," he said, surprised.
"That's right, my sweet, sexy little nephew," she admitted, "but I'm just as lovable."
Playfully, she tugged at his stiffening prick and made him yelp. The sound brought Alec awake, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
"Hey, what's going on?" he wanted to know. "Oh, it's you, Mother. What time is it?"
"Time for a little mother-fucking," she told him. To Chris, she said, "And some aunt-fucking, if you'd like to."
The taste of her nipples was still in Chris' mouth, and his finger was still in her sex hole. He gazed at her full body and licked his lips. There was no doubt about whether or not he'd like to. His stiff dick sliding through Aunt -Rose's clenched hand gave ample proof of that.
"I'd like to," he said.
"Then do it," she told him. "Come on, Chris, put this beautiful big prick of yours into my cunt."
She pulled him over on top of her. He rolled between her widespread legs, probing for the hole between her legs. Rose took his prick in her hands and guided him unerringly toward the lips of her cunt and rubbed the tip of his prick over them, back and forth for a moment, before inserting the end into her. As he sank in all the way with one sure, swift stroke, she squealed and clamped her legs tightly about his back.
Beautiful, she thought. She loved Chris' lean hard body on top of her, crushing the breath from her. She loved his young hands massaging her breasts and palming her already stiff nipples. But most of all she loved his prick, thick like his father's, moving relentlessly in and out of her hot body with rhythmic thrusts.
She glanced over to see her son Alec watching them, idly rubbing his stiff prick in his hands. Can't neglect my own baby, Rose thought, and reached out for him. He smiled as she took his prick in her hand, rubbing it one way and then the other, pulling at it, then moving her fingers down to his balls to gently cradle and squeeze them.
Boy, Chris thought as he pumped his dick in and out of his Aunt Rose's hole, she's as good as Nina, and her breasts are even bigger.
He used both hands to rub her breasts, smiling as the nipples hardened even more against his palms. Without missing a stroke, he impulsively bent his head and licked one of the nipples for a moment be-fore taking it into his mouth and sucking and biting it.
Rose bit her lip and murmured, "Ooooooh, you feel good, Chris."
"The feeling," Chris muttered through clenched teeth, "is mutual, Aunt Rose."
She lifted her ass from the bed and corkscrewed her hips to meet his thrusts into her. His prick was every bit as wonderful as Ben's, and she greatly enjoyed its throbbing length smacking into her, making wet sounds as it plunged deep, all the way to the balls, rubbing her clit along the way. Not only was she excited from her nephew's stiff prick sliding in and out of her, the feel of her son's throbbing genitals in her massaging hand made her catch her breath. If only she could do more with Alec, she thought, than just jerk him off. ...
She gave his prick a sudden yank that brought his eyes to her face, and she motioned with her head for him to slide up farther. At the same time, she drew her tongue sensuously across her lips, leaving little doubt as to what she had in mind.
Alec smiled and nodded. Often he and Dad would have sex with mother, and they'd get into different positions so they could all enjoy the act. The feel of the woman's hands rubbing his pecker all over made him throb with anticipation of orgasm. Now, he had another thing to anticipate - his mother's tender lips sucking his throbbing flesh, kissing his balls, nibbling at him all over between his legs-at the same time his cousin Chris' pecker was screwing her in the snatch.
Eagerly, Alec moved up on the bed so his pecker was next to his mother's face. He had to curve his body around the top of the pillow and in back of his head, but he didn't mind, for it gave him a good view of everything that was going on. It seemed a little strange to see a stranger screwing his mother, but that made it all the sexier. He watched as Chris' lips tried to devour the nipples and boobies thrust in his face. Each time the cousin reared back, Alec could look down along his mother's sweaty, heaving belly and see the boy's swollen pecker come out glistening wet from the hairy snatch between the woman's legs, then drive home into the hole again with such force it brought gasps of pleasure from his mother's lips.
Alec turned his attention more fully on his mother's lips, for she was dragging them back and forth over his pecker. He felt her hot breath all along his tender skin, felt the dampness of her moist mouth. He almost straightened in a spasm of delight as her tongue came out and snaked back and forth across his flesh. He moaned as her fingers tightened on his balls, but it was not with pain. Gently, she nibbled at the ridge of his pecker, pulling at it with her teeth. Alec slitted his eyes and was only vaguely aware that his cousin Chris was grunting and groaning loudly as he pumped faster and faster into the woman squirming under his passion-ridden body.
Rose was in heaven. She loved giving pleasure to men she loved, and she loved receiving it in return. Now, it was both ways with the two young boys who were related to her. Gratefully, she kissed the rolling sweat from her son's balls, craned her neck to nuzzle his pubic hair that filled her nostrils with musky perfume, and licked droplets of seminal fluid that gathered in the tiny hole at the very tip of his prick. She knew Alec pretty well now, and she was sure that orgasm was imminent; she wanted to be sure to have his prick in her mouth when he came. She nibbled at the top of his prick, then took it between her lips and pulled at it with sucking motions that made him tremble and breathe even more erratically and make thrusting motions with his hips.
Between her legs, Chris' prick sank into her cunt with authority, then retreated even more quickly, to be followed by a fast thrust in the increasing rhythm he had established. She was unused to her nephew's body, but she thought she had it figured pretty well. What she wanted to do was make them both come at the same time, getting it in her cunt and her mouth simultaneously.
Chris' eyes were rolling around and they seemed to be glazed with the intensity of his passion. He huffed and grunted on top of her, holding onto her gyrating hips now with his face buried in her full breasts.
"I - I'm going to - come - Aunt Rose," he managed.
Rose sensed this. She worked on her son's prick which was throbbing and stuttering around in her mouth, using every bit of know how she had learned during the years. She swished his prick back and forth from one cheek to the other. She pressed her lips tightly around it and alternately blew and sucked it. She twirled her tongue swiftly around the tip and along the underside of the ridge near the top.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Alec said in response to her labors, and he stiffened his body and began to convulse.
"Ooooooh!" Chris moaned, stiffening his own body an instant later.
Rose felt Alec's prick engorge in her mouth and spew spurts of sticky liquid down her swallowing throat.
She felt Chris' prick grow big inside her cunt, spasm and shoot semen deep inside her body.
Rose closed her eyes and sighed. She had three orgasms herself this time, and she felt exhausted but happy. Both boys withdrew from her.
Chris said, "Gee, thanks, Aunt Rose, you're the greatest."
"I'm the one to thank you, Chris," she said. "You're an accomplished lover. You can fuck me anytime you want." She turned her attention to her son. "That goes for you, too, Alec."
"I'd better go clean up," Chris said.
"Wait." Rose reached out and grabbed her nephew's sticky-wet prick. "That's a mother's - and an aunt's - job."
Chris lay beside the prostrate Alec and watched in amazement as his aunt bent over his genitals and used her lips and tongue to suck and lick away all traces of the semen and vaginal juices on his dick. She worked on Alec it the same time, slurping her tongue up one side of his penis and down the other, licking away and sucking it clean until the flesh was red.
"I don't know which I like better," Alec said thoughtfully. "Before, or after."
"I like them both," his cousin said agreeably.
Chris looked up into the doorway to see Nina Robinson standing there in her wispy nightgown, staring angrily at him.
"You know what's wrong with this whole fucking family," Nina asked, her voice trembling. "All everybody thinks about all the time is sex, sex, nothing but sex!" She turned and fled down the hall.
Chris stared at the empty doorway. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, puzzled.
"A slight case of jealousy, I'm afraid," Aunt Rose explained. "Don't worry, she'll get over it." She smiled. "Besides, Nina wanted an excuse to hop into bed with your father. Now she has it!"