Chapter 5

Rachel leaned back against the tree trunk, her arms and blouse both open. Art moved into her welcoming embrace, his hands filling with her soft, big-nippled tits. Her bra was a film of nylon, masking none of their shape, their heated eagerness, their jiggling sex appeal, but it was still too much interference for Art. He un-snapped the hook, pushed the cups aside, and began to manipulate Rachel's lusty tits vigorously as his tongue plunged into her wet, sweet-scented mouth.

"Oh, fucking yes," she sighed, "I've been waiting three whole days ..."

He was just as excited to be alone with her as she was with him. He humped his crotch against her leg, rubbing her with the stiffness of his erect cock. Art was forty-three, Rachel thirty-five, and both of them were as hornedup as teenagers parked in the back row at a drive-in movie. His wet mouth slurped down from her hps to her tits. He hfted her tits toward his open mouth and she moaned responsively as he began to bite and suck her aroused, fattened nipples.

She felt so hot and slutty today. Ah through the picnic dinner she'd kept her foot in his crotch under the table. The kids were sitting right beside them, but if they'd noticed, they didn't give a sign. She'd kept tickling and stimulating Art's crotch, until his cock came up big and hard inside his pants, throbbing against the bare toes that caressed him. His eyes met hers, and she knew he was thinking the same thoughts as she. They'd hardly touched then-food, neither of them mindful of anything but the stroll they planned to take in the woods as soon as they could make their excuses. Leaving the kids to clean up, they'd gone off walking, hand in hand, looking for a nice secluded spot where they could get down to some serious conversation.

That stiff prick rubbing her bare thigh told her ah she needed to know about his desire, but his mouth on her hot heaving tits was comforting too. She wriggled around and pushed her crotch against his groin. She wore short, tight shorts, with no panties, and there was only the slightest barrier of cloth between her pussy and his hard prick.

"You look fantastic," he said, without prompting. She knew she looked good, but it was always great to hear it.

Art moved down Rachel's belly, sucking at her soft smooth flesh. She was maybe five pounds overweight, and it seemed to concentrate in her tits and her ass. Art swore it looked great on her. Skin-and-bone women had no appeal for him. The way he slurped at her belly seemed to prove it.

He unsnapped her shorts and fought them down her jiggling legs. She wasn't trying to resist; the damn things were just so fucking tight! But he said he loved the way her ass stuck out in tight clothes, and she liked to dress for his pleasure. Undressing for his pleasure was even better. As the shorts came down, so did his mouth, onto the hairy bun of her pussy. She was a natural blonde, top and bottom, the pussy-hairs darker but still tinged with true gold. Her bush was furry, so furry he could hardly see the cunt-gash lurking amid the hairs. Art put his hands on her hot cunt-bun and spread the hps wide, his tongue shooting immediately into Rachel's cunt-slice.

She dripped with arousal. His tongue intensified the moisture content of her cunt. He licked up into her pussy, spearing with his tongue, thrusting it far up inside Rachel. She loved to be eaten inside out.

"Oh, God, yes," she panted, feeding him on her horny pussy. His tongue slipped out of her, started to butterfly back and forth across her pussy-lips. Her elk started to rise, and his tongue flicked it too, whipping the pink button as it got bigger and bigger. Rachel's head jerked from side to side. "Eat my fucking cunt! Eat it all!"

His mouth moved up to her clit, concentrating on the button of lust. It was big enough to suck now, and he sucked the pink fucker! His fingers invaded her pussy, jabbing up into Rachel's dripping depths. She rocked madly, her shoulders braced against the treetrunk, her pussy slapping his hungry face.

She slid to the ground, her legs open and knees lifted. Art moved with her, his mouth still glued to her cunt, his fingers still fucking into Rachel's pussy-tube.

"You're gonna make me-cummmmm!" she squealed, her clit bursting aflame with sudden orgasmic joy.

Art munched on Rachel's spasming pussy, frigging constantly into her cunt while he suckled her quivering clit. She moaned, had another mini-come, smeared more and more of her hot cunt-juices onto his face. He ate ah she could give him.

"Oh, stop," she gasped, "for Chrissake, let me catch my breath!"

"How are you gonna breathe," he asked,"if you're sucking on this?" He lowered his jeans and his hard cock flipped out, straight as a poker and twice as hard. Rachel eyed it avidly, licking her hps.

"Good question," she said. "Bring, that fucker here and let me try!"

He squatted beside her head, and she hfted her face to his cock. She seized it in one hand and fed it into her mouth. Oh, God, yes! He had a long, lean cock, and when it got stiff, it fucking got stiff! She opened her mouth and took him deeply, feeling the end of his cock fuck straight into her throat. She'd learned to deep-throat as a kid, and she was dynamite at it. Guys went crazy as their cocks vanished into her seemingly bottomless well of a mouth and their balls tickled her hps and chin. Art was no exception.

"Eat it, baby!" he gasped, feeding her his prick.

She sucked hungrily. No one had ever complained about her blowjobs. Her head moved back and forth, effortlessly taking him into her throat again and again. She loved the feel of being totally filled with a hard cock, but the real business of cock-sucking had to do with that big cum-bloated knob at the tip of the cock-pole, and when it came to mouth-stimulating a cock-knob, Rachel Robbins was sure she had no superiors and few equals.

She let most of Art's cock emerge, but she closed her hps and teeth behind the fat knob and she sucked the living shit out of it. Her tongue worshipped the bulging glans while her hps suckled it hotly, wetly. She moved her mouth back and forth over the end of him, stopping the process from time to time so she could give him a crash course in the delights of being licked, kissed, and slurped by a dripping tongue and hps. She worked her way up and down the long hard cock-shaft, ah the way down to his balls. She sucked them too, until he moaned from deep in his guts and she pushed the tip of his cock back into her hps, terrified that she had overstimulated him and he was about to waste his cum-load squirting it into the air.

"Oh, that was close," he said.

Rachel nodded, her hps clenched around his prick. She held it warmly, lovingly, in her mouth. If he was gonna lose control, her mouth would catch every drop of Art's semen. But the urge had passed. He was in control of himself again. Or would be, until she started to work him again with her hungry, demanding mouth.

Rachel released him; She put her hand on his stiff cock, sliding the fist up and down. His flesh was wet from her mouth. She squeezed the cock, and a bubble of pre-cum appeared in his piss-slit. She leaned in and licked it away with her tongue.

"You don't need that stuff," she said. "I can get you plenty juicy enough, all by myself."

"Canyou ever!" Art said. "Damn it, Rachel, are you ever gonna move in with me? When I'm not with you, I want your pussy so bad I can taste it! We should be together."

Rachel smiled, shook her head.

"I've got kids," she said, "and I'm not gonna set them a bad example by shacking up with a man." She smiled. "Here I am, with your cock still wet from my mouth, and I'm talking about traditional values."

"A good blowjob is as American as apple pie!" Art grinned. "A traditional value that I for one would fucking hate to lose. Mmmm, Rachel, if you won't live with me, will you at least fuck me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Rachel replied.

She could hardly wait for him to get his pants off. She had his cock back in her mouth, rising to her knees to suck at his hard cock while he shucked out of his pants. She didn't give him time to take off his shirt; she just pulled him down to the ground beside her and she threw her leg across his lap, rolling into position atop him. Her own shirt and bra, both unfastened, hung from her shoulders, and her tits bounced as she adjusted herself above Art. She reached under her cunt with one hot hand and lined up his cock, bringing her pussy straight down upon its tip.

He parted the hps of her dripping cunt and slicked into her, and she slid down, moaning as he plunged up the pussy-tube with his fully erect cock. Her ass came down to rest atop his groin, and she was totally stuffed with his long prick.

"Oh, fucking yeah!" Rachel sighed, riding from side to side, absorbing the feel of him inside her.

He grabbed her swaying tits as she began to fuck him from above. His body moved beneath hers, pushing cock up into her pussy again and again, and she rocked and rolled for all she was worth. As she came down, she ground herself against him, so that her clit got its full share of stimulation, but she was sure she could come even without the extra jolt of clit pressure. Coming was something that didn't give Rachel Robbins much problem.

"You long-cocked bastard, fuck me raw!" Rachel groaned.

Fifteen feet away, Amy and Bud watched, giggling softly to each other, from behind the cover of a big rhododendron bush. They had known what was afoot. Christ, who could have missed watching Mom play footsie with Art's cock, all through dinner? They'd followed almost as soon as Mom and Art had taken off for the woods.

"Did you see the way she went down on him?" Amy whispered. "My God, Bud, she had his whole fucking cock in her mouth! Everything but the balls, and I think she was coming back for them!"

Her brother leaned closer. He was very casually dressed, in sleeveless t-shirt and running shorts, and Amy had her hand up the leg of his shorts. She was playing frantically with his cock, and he was about to burst the shorts to ribbons, his prick was so hard and swollen!

"Take it out," he whispered to his sister. "I'm afraid it's gonna break if you don't!"

Amy snickered, but she pulled down his shorts and let his cock swing free. Her hand recaptured it immediately, and she pulled erotically at his stiff prick as she turned her eyes back toward Mom and Art. She found it hard to believe that anyone her mother's age could be as hot for fucking as Mom appeared. She'd always thought the urge got old and cold, as a person aged, but obviously Mom hadn't reached the cutoff point yet.

Amy watched with total fascination, making mental notes to herself on techniques as her mother's hot pussy gobbled Art's cock again and again. On top looked like a lot of fun. She and Bud hadn't gotten around to that position yet, but it was something they really should try. Maybe tonight, she thought. Oh, shit, maybe right now! They should just go somewhere and find a secluded spot of their own and knock off a quick hot fuck. Mom looked as if she'd be busy for a while, and they should have some privacy if they left now.

"No, let's watch," Bud said, just as excited, just as fascinated, as his cute young sister.

He put his hands on Amy's soft little tits, tickling her nipples to erection under the cling of her t-shirt. She purred in response, easing her shoulder against him, and she stroked his prick with more and more excitement. He thought he might come in her fist. What a waste that would be! His kid sister was a total sex freak who couldn't get enough of his cock. But watching his mother suck old Art's prick up her pussy, he could see that Amy had come by her natural heat honestly.

He pushed Amy's head down toward his cock. He really didn't want to leave just yet, either. Mom looked fantastic like this. She had her shirt and bra on, though they covered nothing except her back. Her ass was bare, and it was a knockout ass, Bud had to admit. He knew she had big tits, though he hadn't seen them naked since he was just a kid, and he knew her legs were good, too, but he'd never seen them clutching the body of a sex partner, never seen the tension as her muscles quivered. And the husky, cunty moans she made as she was getting fucked! Jesus, they made his cock ache with arousal! He'd bet her pussy was still tight, despite her old age, and he could almost feel it wrapped around his own cock instead of Art's. The tight sucking wetness of his mother's pussy ... Christ!

No, it was Amy's mouth eating his prick. Most guys his age thought their kid sisters were little pests. He'd found a great use for his kid sister, and as his cock pushed in and out of her juicy mouth he knew he was one lucky teenaged guy.

"Look," he told Amy. "They're doing it dog-style now!"

Rachel was on her knees, ass sticking up. She loved it from the rear. And Art loved giving it to her from the rear. He held her swaying ass and he fed his cock into her pussy, shoving deeper, harder, than before, if that was possible! Ooohhhh, it was!

She took two dozen of his plunging strokes, and then she had to have him on top of her.

"Let's do it the old-fashioned way," she gasped, sliding out of his grasp, turning herself around.

She sat down on the grass, and she rubbed her hot dripping pussy while he came into the spread of her legs. His body fell upon hers and his cock stabbed into her cunt with a need, a fury that took her breath away.

"Oh, Christ," she said, sliding him home into her hot cunt.

He slurped his mouth all over hers while they fucked. She opened herself and his tongue screwed into her just as his cock was plugging her pussy. Her body shook and writhed beneath Art's. His cock could have been a little thicker, to give her the maximum pleasure, but he was a mile long and the fat tip of him stabbed home, all the way, every time, and she was creaming already, drowning his prick in her hot pussy-juices.

"That's it, baby, come all over my cock!" he said, shafting her endlessly. "You must have started fucking in the cradle, to be this good! Mmmm, I can feel you coming, Rachel! And I'm gonna come, too!"

"Do it," she moaned. "Come me full of your stuff!"

A second and a third orgasm swept through her as he continued to fuck her rippling pussy. Seven was her record in a single fuck, but that many comes generally knocked her out altogether. This one would be just fine, even if it didn't hit the magic number.

"I'm coming now," she told him needlessly. "Ooohhh, your big hard cock is driving me crazy!"

"See what this does! " He began to dump his jism straight up her cunt. She had number four as he started to squirt, and the excited lunges of his gushing prick brought her to number five almost immediately.

"Yessss ..." she sobbed in gratification.

Back in the rhododendrons, Bud was feeding his hard cock to his sister. The sight of his mother getting fucked, of Art's cock unloading sticky cum deep in the pussy-trench that had given birth to Bud himself, was making the teen boy almost insane with lust. But he'd lost count of the number of comes that shot through his mother's body as she fucked her boyfriend. Amy still had a lot to learn, good as she was already. He wondered what it would be like to fuck his sister into a string of multiple comes like those Mom had experienced.

He had his hand in the back of his sister's shorts, sliding his finger up and down her ass-crack. She loved to have her asshole fondled, and he didn't miss a stroke. He crooked his finger and slipped the tip into her tight little shit-hole, and she moaned around his cock. Her tongue fluttered crazily around his cock-shaft. He got another finger into her pussy and tested the waters there. Mmmm, yeah, Amy's sweet hot pussy was juicy as shit. He really oughta take her somewhere and ram her up against a tree while he shoved her full of his cock.

He wasn't sure he could wait for their late-night gettogether. Sure, they'd have most of tomorrow to do some fucking, with Mom at work, but he was hard and hot right now, and his cock moaned for relief. Coming in his sister's mouth would slake but not quench the desires that raged in his young body. He'd liked sex from the first time he'd tried it, but it had not become an obsession with him until he began to fuck his cute young sister. And now, watching his mother and her lover rip out a quickie, it was becoming even more than an obsession. It was the most important thing in Bud Robbins' young life.

He stuck his finger deeper into Amy's asshole. God, she loved it! She moaned, and almost bit his prick! He fucked deep into her mouth, wishing to hell he could get it as far into Amy as Mom had sucked her friend's cock. Jesus, the image of that long, long cock sliding into his mother's sucking mouth! He shivered, as Amy's lips played over his own prick. He started to pump in and out of his sister's mouth, loving the hot way she sucked. His fingers worked alternately on her cunt and asshole, frigging her from both ends, and the warm juices oozed out of her cunt and down over his playful hand. Amy was already moaning around Bud's cock. He'd swear she could come from just the stimulation of a prick tickling her tastebuds. His balls were full and aching to squirt their load.

Art lay atop Rachel, moving his semi-stiff cock in her cum-drenched pussy. She purred as he fucked her, and her legs gripped the sides of his own, keeping her in place atop her, inside her.

"You wanna hear something really dirty?" she said suddenly, looking up at him. His eyebrows lifted. God, she knew she really shouldn't tell him, but she was bursting to tell somebody!

"Last night," she said, "I caught my kids fucking. Honest to God, Art! I didn't see them, but I could hear it all. Strikes you as nasty, huh, mister? Don't shake your head! I can feel that cock of yours getting hard all over again! I know when I've got a boner in me, and I know when I'm fucking a noodle, and yours is definitely meat and bone, buddy!"

"Amy and Bud?" he said. "You're kidding! They look so wholesome and all-American."

"So when," asked Rachel, "did fucking get to be un-American? Confess, Art! Did you ever fuck any of your sisters? I'm curious."

Back in the rhododendrons Amy and Bud had stopped their sex play, both of their faces dead white, their summer tans fading to chalk. Amy's hps hung slackly around Bud's cock. She looked up at her brother. Jesus, Mom knew what they were doing!

"I was an only child," Art said.

"I was a late baby," Rachel sighed. "My brother and sister were a lot older. I was too young to know it at the time, but they used to fuck each other's brains out."

Amy's eyes almost popped out of her head. Uncle Bob and Aunt Rhonda? They used to fuck with each other? And Mom knew about that, too?

"I don't believe it," Amy whispered to Bud. He shook his head.

"It was a cousin, my own age, who first lured me into the hayloft," Rachel said, stretching under Art. "We were just kids-T was way younger than Amy-but that little bastard could get his cock hard, and he showed me ah kinds of things we could do together, with that hard little cock. I don't think family fucking hurt Bob and Rhonda, and I know it didn't hurt me. It's a great way to learn the ropes, after ah, with someone you already know and trust. And it certainly makes life more interesting."

"You can say that again," Art said, moving his hardened cock inside Rachel's pussy. She moaned in response, her body starting to fuck back at his enlivened strokes. "I never dreamed you had these incestuous secrets, baby. But I think it adds something to your sex appeal. I guess you did start pretty early, huh?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Rachel agreed, "and it's not too late for a good fucking right now. Why don't you put that hard prick of yours to some serious use?"

He thrust harder, and she groaned in delight. Jesus, was he hot after hearing her collection of secrets! Maybe she should share more of them with him. Maybe bis cock would never go soft again! As long as she could get it hard, inside her, it was fine with Rachel Robbins.

"What are you gonna do about Bud and Amy?" Art asked, ramming Rachel with his prick. She was still juicy from the previous fuck, and each thrust squished as it went into her pussy. Her clit began to expand as his body moved against hers, and she knew another session of hot multiple climaxes was definitely possible. She just hoped he had some jism left in his balls to squirt onto the hot fires of her pussy.

"Let nature take its course, I suppose," she sighed. "They'll grow out of it. Amy's so pretty she's bound to attract boys-as soon as the boys get mature enough to notice her. I quit fucking my cousins when I started meeting other boys."

"Sounds civilized enough," Art agreed, "but let's forget civilized and do some sweet savage fucking of our own. Mmmmm, baby, you've really got me excited. I wanna hear everything you did in the barn with that cousin of yours. Tell me while I'm fucking you."

"Well," Rachel purred, writhing under his hot attack, "first he taught me how to jerk him off..."

Trembling uncontrollably, Bud and Amy had crept away, deeper into the woods.

"Jesus," Amy kept saying, "oh, Jesus!" She leaned against a tree trunk, still shivering and shaking.

Bud leaned his body onto hers, lifting her t-shirt to get at her firm little tits with their superhard pink nipples.

"Oh, no," she said as he took her tits in hand, "we have to stop! Mom knows about us!"

But his mouth assaulted her tits, his hps pulling fiercely on her aroused nipples.

He rammed his lower body against hers, and she felt the hardness of his cock. Two minutes ago she'd been sucking his cock, but it had been her secret, hers and his. Now it wasn't a secret anymore. Mom was on to them, and she'd even told Art about it! But she hadn't sounded upset. And God, those things she'd told Art, about herself, about Uncle Bob and Aunt Rhonda, about some cousin.

Let nature take its course, Mom had said. Did that mean she wouldn't mind if they went on fucking? She had no intention of getting hooked up with any of those dumb boys at school, though. That was for sure. She had all she needed at home, inside her brother's shorts. She reached down, stroked his hard bulge, felt it throb. Her fingers traced the shape of Bud's cock, and it seemed to grow bigger and bigger as she worked her hand along its stiffening outline.

I guess we can do it some more, Amy thought. She didn't figure Mom would be done with Art, not for a while yet, if the way they were fucking was any clue. Maybe she and Bud had time for a quickie. She opened her brother's shorts, reached inside for his cock, and her fingers met bare meat immediately. She squeezed, sighed.

"Let's fuck, Amy," she heard him say, and she could only nod in happy agreement.

At least they didn't have to sneak around now, not at home. Though she still didn't think she could just go up to Bud's room for a piece of prick any time she felt like it. Anyway, the sneaking was part of the fun. Like right now. She pulled Bud's cock out, looking around first to make sure no one could see them, and she sank to the ground, her fist wrapped tightly around the prick that jutted from his shorts.

Bud slid his shorts down his legs. He fell upon

Amy with hot mouth and hotter hands, opening her thighs with his own legs. She was wearing loose-legged running shorts. He slipped them and her panties aside and he entered her pussy without even bothering to strip it. She squealed at the penetration, her cunt hfting up to meet his hot, aroused strokes, and they began to hump on the grass, her wet cunt sucking hard on his ramming prick.

"Ohhhhh ..." Amy moaned in rapture as her brother ravished her tender but turned-on little pussy, as he kissed her mouth, her sugary tits.

Jesus, Bud thought, working his sister, she sounds just like Mom when she's getting it! His prick bit deeper and deeper into Amy's sopping cunt, and Bud closed his eyes. For a long sweet dreamy moment, it was his mother, not his sister, whose pussy he was plugging with his big hard cock. He opened his eyes and he could still see his mother's face under him, her mouth open in an orgasmic moan. He blinked twice, in total astonishment, and he'd already begun to blast bis jism into her belly before his vision cleared and he saw that he was pumping cum up the tubes of his moaning kid sister.

"Oh, God," he murmured, forbidden ideas already forming in his brain ...