Chapter 9
"Your father's been out in the cold too long," Diane said.
It was a kind of funny way to put it since the rest of them had been the ones out sucking and fucking in the snow. But Bonnie knew exactly what her mother meant as they talked alone.
"In other words," she answered, "you mean that it's time Daddy found out that we're all in this together, is that it?"
"Absolutely," Diane confirmed. "We might as well get everything out in the open. It'll just cramp our style as long as your father thinks he has you all to himself."
"You want me to tell him?" Bonnie suggested nervously.
"That'd be too routine," Diane snickered. "It'd be a lot more interesting to show him. You know, catch your dad in the middle of something he didn't expect, then watch it dawn on him that he was in even deeper than he'd thought."
"You're such a nasty bitch, Mom," Bonnie sighed. "I know you've already got a plan worked out in your twisted mind so, c'mon, let's hear it."
"Only if you'll promise to do whatever I say," Diane said, licking her chops in anticipation.
"What if I refused?" Bonnie challenged.
"Hadn't occurred to me that you would," Diane smugly replied. "But then, of course, I almost forgot to mention your allowance being tripled when we get back home. And how you can use the car whenever you want to. Have your own phone in your room ..."
"Say no more, Mom," Bonnie interrupted, laughing herself. "I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of your generosity."
"Me? Your father's the one who pays the bills," Diane said. "All I'm doing is making sure he gets his money's worth. Now are you ready to listen?"
"Fire away, Mom."
"Well, naturally your brother will have to be in on this too. Now the way I've got it figured ..."
Ken Johnson wished that he'd been snow-bound alone with his daughter for his cock seemed continually hard. He felt like a horny kid again, practically limping around because of the stiff third leg that kept him off balance.
Right now, for instance. Bonnie was leaning over just a few feet in front of him, stoking the coals in the fireplace. It was so warm inside the cabin that she wore shorts and they rode up as she stooped and Ken could see the elastic of her panties gripping her plump asscheeks.
The hard-on she gave Ken strained to bust out of his pants. But there was nothing he could do about it at the moment because his wife and son were there also. So he plopped down in a chair with a frustrated sigh.
Then Ken glanced at Mark. The boy was eying Bonnie's ass himself and since Ken was well aware that the kids had fucked before and he wondered if Mark was getting ideas about a repeat performance.
Squirming from the possibility of com-petition, Ken just wished there was some way the boy could be permanently distracted. And he knew that the best way to stop Mark from trying to get into Bonnie's pants would be to arrange for him to get into someone else's.
Unfortunately, Ken realized, the only "someone else" available out here in the middle of nowhere was Diane. And he couldn't imagine his sexually uptight wife having sex with their son. It would be the perfect arrangement but, of course, he knew it was hopeless. Or was it?
For Diane had just joined Bonnie in front of the fireplace, also stooping over. She also wore shorts too and as she leaned forward, Ken saw that hers were even more revealing. He could plainly see some wispy evidence of her hairy cunt, the way the shorts tugged in the crack of her flexing butt. His wife wore no panties and, Ken noticed, Mark was looking, too.
Ken had never expected to be checking out his own son's cock, but now he did. It bulged in Mark's tight jeans now that he'd shifted his gaze from his sister's ass to his mother's.
Then, suddenly, Diane wheeled around as though she'd actually felt Mark's eyes on her private parts. Oh, Christ, Ken nervously predicted, if she knew how the kid had been checking out her ass, all hell would break loose! As if he were somehow responsible for what seemed about to happen because of his previous thoughts, Ken guiltily awaited the worst.
"Oh, I think I hurt my back bending over like that," Diane moaned.
A relieved Ken was even ready to volunteer to rub the kink out of her spine however, his son beat him to it.
"Sure, Mom," Mark said. "Come here and kneel down in front of my chair."
Diane bent over and got into position, facing away from her son so he could put his hands on her back. Slipping them under her blouse, he began massaging her from the shoulder blades down.
"Ooooh, that feels so good Diane moaned, as Mark's hands gradually worked toward her waist. "Lower, honey, lower."
He rubbed at the base of her spine and Diane started breathing so quickly that her heaving belly snapped open the waistband of her tight shorts while she knelt. As they drooped around her hips, the crack of her ass showed, and she did nothing to cover it.
Bonnie was still tending the fire, oblivious to her mother. Ken, though, was all eyes, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hear-ing.
"Down even lower than that, honey," Diane urged Mark.
She all but shoved her ass at him, forcing the loose shorts farther down her hips. Without the slightest trace of embarrassment, Mark rubbed the bare halves of her ass together.
As he looked on, an astonished Ken felt invisible. They behaved as if he weren't even there.
"Stick your hand inside there, darling. That's it, in between the cheeks. That's where it really feels good. Mmmmm, yes it does."
By this point, Mark's hand was probing within his mother's sagging shorts. There was, Ken realized, only one part of Diane the boy could possibly be touching. A mental image of his wife's hairy cunt flashed into his mind, as though it were a memory from the distant past. The amount of blood suddenly rushing to his cock made him dizzy.
"Did you say something, Daddy?" Bonnie said as she turned toward her father from the fireplace. "Would you give me a backrub too, Daddy?"
Struck dumb that she didn't seem the least bit interested in her mother and brother, Ken took full notice of his daughter just in time to brace himself as she sat down on his lap. She positioned herself so the mound at his crotch was centered with the crux of her loins and his stiff cock rubbed her cunt through the fabric of their clothes.
Astride his thighs so she continued to face away from her brother and mother, Bonnie took Ken's hands and put them behind her on her lower back, just above her hips. Then she pulled up her sweater so his fingers touched her bare flesh.
"Rub, Daddy, rub me," she purred. Ken's hands began to move in mechanical circles but it was as if his fingertips were numb. Perhaps that was because all his aware-ness had been channeled between his legs, where his cock's bulk bumped insistently against the cleavage of her pussy. He could feel the heat from her loins.
"Oh, Daddy, keep rubbing just the way you're doing it to me," Bonnie murmured.
Only then did Ken realize that his hands had stopped. But they weren't what his daughter was urging him to move. Instead, she was clearly urging him to continue his crotch's movement against her cunt. With a spasm of his balls, Ken feared that he'd come in his pants if he didn't stop soon.
Obviously, Bonnie sensed it too. "Don't waste it, Daddy," she whispered. "All it'd take is a little unzipping and your cock'd slip right in my cunt. You could be fucking me right while I sit here on your lap."
Ken started to mention the presence of Mark and Diane but swallowed his tongue when Bonnie opened his fly. He was gagging on it when she reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock.
"Now for me," Bonnie said with a throaty rasp.
With her free hand she unfastened her shorts then raised her ass just enough to rumple them past her crotch. When she sat back down again, her father's cock strained against the bottom panel of her panties, her cunt invitingly hot through the thin fabric.
"Just pull them out of the way, Daddy," Bonnie said.
With one last thought of Mark and Diane, Ken looked toward them. But with Bonnie blocking his vision he couldn't see his wife or son.
"Do it, Daddy, do it," Bonnie urged. "It's just you and me now, so fuck me."
She'd said it loudly and when Diane and Mark didn't respond, Ken chose to believe they must've left the room. He didn't stop to wonder where they'd gone, or when, or why.
Instead, he now focused entirely on his finger, watching it hook under the moist crotch of his daughter's panties. When he pulled the band of cloth aside, there was Bonnie's bare cunt, just waiting to take his cock inside it.
"Ah, yes," Bonnie sighed. The proper tilt of her crotch, some expert guidance of her father's cockmeat, and his prick seemed to wriggle like a snake into her pussy. She sat on it, taking it straight up into her, hiking Ken's cockmeat to his balls in her pussy's squeezing warmth.
"You just relax, Daddy," Bonnie cooed. "Let me do all the work."
Her hips began to roll. Feeling his buried cock twist and turn up her tight, shifting cunt, Ken moaned aloud. He was even noisier when Bonnie started sliding her cunt up and down on his rigid cockpole.
"Listen to my pussy squish, Daddy. That's how wet it is for your big prick," Bonnie moaned. "I can come anytime and as much as I want to fucking this way!"
She swooned orgasmically, the volume and intensity rising when she added her squeezing hands on her own tits to go along with her father's cock in her cunt. Ken could feel the vibrations of her climax not only with his prick, but all the way down to his toes.
"The more you come, baby," he panted, "the closer you get me to getting there too."
"Then do a little something to my clit, Daddy," Bonnie gasped. "I know I promised to do all the work, but all I need is one little flick-"
"Ooooooh, I'm coming harder than ever!" Bonnie cried, celebrating the immediate results of her father's abrupt pinch of her clit. "Can you feel it, Daddy?"
"Can feel it enough to make you feel this," Ken grunted, lifting Bonnie with his surging loins so his prick stabbed up her pussy to the womb. "Take it, baby, take my cum!"
Bonnie felt like she was sitting on a miniature volcano when her father's mightily climaxing cock shot off in her cunt. Already the excess jizz was spreading out from her oozing pussy, even as Ken's prick continued to spurt within her.
"Gonna be a mess, Daddy," Bonnie giggled. "All over my crotch . . . all over your stomach . . . your sticky cum all over us. We'll have to lick each other clean!"
"Anything you say, baby," Ken sighed, ready to follow up the fucking with a sixty-nine flavored with his own cum.
By this point it had completely slipped his mind that Mark and Diane had ever been in the same room. Fucking with his daughter affected Ken like an addictive drug so that all that mattered was another dose. When Bonnie slid to the floor, he automatically followed her down, not even bothering to glance around the cabin before he burrowed between her spread thighs.
However, if Ken had taken a look, he'd have seen that he and Bonnie were now, and had never been, alone. He would also have seen that it wasn't only their presence that was interesting but also what they were doing.
Over in the corner, also behaving as if they were the only couple in the cabin, Mark and Diane were openly fucking. Completely naked, she was on all fours like a bitch in heat, while he pumped his young cock in her cunt from behind.
Even without seeing them, Ken might have picked up on the telltale squishing of his wife's wet pussy as their son's prick rhythmically dog-fucked it. But Ken was too busy listening to the slurping sounds from his own pussy-eating and cock-sucking with his daughter to pay any attention to anything else for the time being.
So he missed it when Mark hissed through clenched teeth, pushed his cock to the balls in Diane's cunt, and came. Ken missed the sight of his wife's dog-fucked pussy overflowing with their son's teenaged jizz. He didn't see Mark's prick emerge, red and dripping, but still boyishly hard, nor Diane smearing the excess cum from her slobbering cuntgash all over her hairy crotch.
And, with his face buried in his daughter's cunt, Ken didn't hear the murmured exchange which followed between his wife and their son. When Diane said she wanted him to fuck her ass now and Mark told her no problem.
"Oh, yes, that's it," Diane moaned, taking her son's prick from behind in her ass the same way she'd taken it in her cunt. "Now deeper, deeper. Give my all of your cock in my ass so I can feel your balls slapping against my cunt."
"How's this, Mom?"
"Mmmm, like I'm being split in two by your big prick, stud! Feels like you're hung better every time you ass-fuck me!"
Diane rolled her hips to increase the friction between cock and ass, also rocking back and forth on her knees to rhythmically stab her bowels with all that rigid, teenaged cock meat.
"I'm flying!" she cried. "Flying!" Even Ken could not ignore this outburst. At first he tried to convince himself it was Bonnie, reacting to the way he ate her pussy. But then he realized that was impossible, because he could feel his cock down her throat at the other end of their sixty-nine.
So Ken looked up, blinking like a mole emerging from its underground burrow into blinding daylight. At first his vision was blurred. But what he heard quickly put his eyes into focus.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, Mark! Fuck my ass!" Diane screamed. "Keep me coming until you come too!"
"My God!" Ken gasped. "I don't believe it!"
He had frozen, every part of his body, that is, except his cock. Still being sucked by his daughter, his prick operated entirely on its own. And with a few more deep-throating slurps from Bonnie, it was bound to explode regardless of what the rest of Ken did.
Bonnie tugged at her father's straining prick with her mouth, throat, teeth and lips. Ken didn't know he was coming until the jizz was already gushing from his cock. At this point his gaze shifted to Bonnie. Her cheeks were swollen with the cum she couldn't swallow as his prick spurted it.
And once he'd seen the way his daughter was feasting on his climaxing prick, Ken's mind went temporarily blank and his natural reflexes took over. His crotch instinctively surged against Bonnie's face, powering his squirting cock even farther down her throat so he could fuck the rest of his cum straight to her belly.
"Drink it all! All of my cum!" he boomed, hearing himself as though he were off in the distance.
Then, his balls drained, Ken sagged on top of his mouth-fucked daughter, pinning Bonnie beneath him. In this position he felt like a beaten boxer, slowly emerging from a daze after a brutal knock-out.
In a matter of seconds, Ken relived every-thing that had led up to the present. The sum total was the shocking transformation of his typical, middle-class American family into a real-life version of a cast of characters in a cheap porno movie.
And then the "movie," which had been whirring on fast-forward through his mental projector, abruptly changed speeds. Now, rather than his memory, his eyes took over as the lens.
This was happening now, and Ken saw it all in slow motion. Diane and Mark. His wife being fucked by their son in the ass. That teenaged hard-on moving in and out, back and forth in that tight female asshole. The boy's balls clinging to his cock's root, on the verge of erupting with cum.
Ken watched the cock pull out of the fucked ass now. It gleamed from the firelight and the head expanded and seemed to spit. A trail of cream spurted through the air, one glob chasing another.
The first liquid chunk landed in Diane's hair. Then Mark's jizz splattered between her shoulder blades. From there it gushed down her spine, until the boy's cockhead was dribbling in the hairy split of his mother's ass.
What could Ken think? That if he'd fucked his own wife better she'd have never needed anyone else to satisfy her, especially their own son? But that was a two-way street. If Diane had been better in bed for him, Ken supposed, then he'd never have been so tempted to fuck their daughter.
But what if he could turn back the clock? That was the key question. Would he do it? Give up the experience of feeling his little girl's tight, young pussy squeezing his cock? And Bonnie's even tighter ass and deep throat? Yes, he'd fucked them all. Shot so much cum into all three places. Jesus, just thinking about it gave him another hard-on. Could he give it up?
"No!" Ken heard himself shout.
His family looked at him with anticipation. There was Mark, with his cock still red and dripping from fucking his mother's ass. Diane, her naked body glistening with her son's teenaged cum. And Bonnie, beads of her father's jizz trickling from the corners of her mouth.
Another image from the past flashed in Ken's mind, this one of a family portrait that had been taken about a year ago. They were all in their Sunday best, their smiles seeming as stiff as their clothing. The classic picture of anybody's family. And Ken Johnson mentally drew a bold X across it, vowing to tear it up in person when he got back home.
"Don't know how or why this all happened," he now said. Then, after a pause, he declared, "But, thank God, it did!"
Now Ken paused again. Clearly, he was building up a full head of steam in his desire to celebrate the remarkable change in family fortune.
"Let's fuck!" he finally whooped.
"An orgy, Daddy?" Bonnie expectantly asked. "An honest-to-God family orgy? All four of us fucking together?"
"Hell, baby, I'll tell you what," Ken laughed. "Before it's over, I might even fuck your mother. That's how far gone I am!"