Chapter 11
"Oooooo, I like that, Tim! I don't know why it feels good, but it does!" Sally looked up at her brother's flushed face, framed against the brilliance of the stars. She wriggled ecstatically as he continued to ram his thumb in her anus.
He flicked his hips backward and forward rapidly, and then slowed. His fat young cock was buried deep in his sister's wet slick cunt.
"I dunno." He frowned, and then quickly smiled. "But why it feels good to me ... it tightens the pressure on my cock."
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed as he began again, fucking into her with long slow strokes, "Ahhhhhhh!"
They were lying on a sleeping bag with a warm summer breeze playing over their bodies, teasing Sally's long hair, cooling the sweat that sprang out on Tim's busily working back.
A few feet away, Max and Helen sprawled on the sand and listened indulgently. She sipped her tumbler of Damiana and held up a cigarette to be lighted. It was really strange, but she felt relaxed and contented. Her shock and fear had almost completely vanished, though she didn't understand why.
"It's been a long day, Max," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
They'd eaten and done the camp chores. They'd gone swimming in the clear blue waters of the Sea of Cortez, splashing through the light surf and floating as in a warm salty bath. The kids splashed and chased each other, and hunted shells, and aimed their cameras at everything in sight. All that was well and good, a normal happy family vacation. To their relief, no other cars or campers had pulled into what they thought of as their own private beach.
Helen was calm and happy most of the time, until late afternoon. Max's therapeutic fucking did her a lot of good; it was more than a physical encounter, it was a strong reminder of their love for each other, and their trust. She'd accepted the idea that he wanted to have Sally just as much as she needed Tim.
What she hadn't counted on was her reaction to seeing the two youngsters making love to each other. Somewhere in her mind they were still babies, dependents she had to protect. And when they kissed each other for long breathless moments, when Tim ran his fingers up his sister's ass playfully, when Sally giggled and grabbed for her brother's penis, Helen got shook all over again.
"What if somebody sees them," she fretted. "What if they forget, and do that in school or on the playground."
"Now, now, have a little faith," Max answered. She knew what it was; she still felt an overabundance of maternal responsibility. As Max pointed out, they could well expect the children to learn about sex any time from then on. The difference from most families was that the parents were usually unaware of what their kids were up to. Even though she'd been a virgin when she married, she knew perfectly well that few of her girl friends were. She remembered girls from high school who got in the back seats of cars with almost anyone. She remembered some others who bragged about purely technical virginity. They only went down on boys, and got their kicks being sucked off; they didn't screw.
And if teenagers of her generation did those things, surely the children coming along today would do them too, and more. With all the exposure to movies and magazines, with increasing permissiveness in the air, with women's publications in the grocery store that featured articles on orgasms and contraceptives, there was no way young people wouldn't be encouraged to learn and experiment with sex. Even if they weren't allowed into movies like Deep Throat, simply knowing the film was playing everywhere made an atmosphere that was bound to affect them
She still felt stiff and resistant until they sat around a fire toasting hot dogs for dinner. Maybe it was the Damiana liqueur Max kept pouring into her. She couldn't believe it really was an aphrodisiac, but-could she prove it wasn't? Certainly her mind and muscles relaxed, and her cunt began to churn and cream.
Helen took another sip, and let the aromatic flavor roll around on her tongue.
No, it wasn't the drink so much as the kids and their open, wholesome attitude.
They bickered agreeably over who could cook hot dogs the best, just as they'd always done. They crammed creamy sweet, half blackened marshmallows in their mouths greedily. They groaned about doing dishes, but did them just the same. And after the clean-up, the four of them stared into the dying fire and sang the same old songs Helen remembered from her own Scouting days. "Oh Susannah,"
"Green Grow the Rushes-O" and "Tell Me Why" floated on the clear night air, Sally's soft treble soaring over Tim's deepening alto. They all laughed, Tim included, when his voice suddenly broke and sent him into a throaty bass. The kids were just the same, after all.
When she said this to Max, he laughed.
"Did you expect them to turn into old hags, or monsters of some kind?" Well, she guessed she had.
"Let me fill your glass," he said kindly. "Try to relax, hon, everything is just fine."
By the time Sally nestled into her brother's arms, and began whispering in his ear, her mother could take it in stride. The mischevious little girl knew Tim was cautious about making the first move, so she did it for him. Whispered and tickled his ear with her tongue, and rolled against him so he couldn't help but feel her little titties. Skinned off her jeans and threw a leg over his hips, forcing him to acknowledge her damp crotch and hungry pussy.
Then the parents watched with loving smiles while their kids fucked each other madly. Helen whispered, "Why does it feel so good to get fucked in the ass?"
"Lots of nerve endings there, I think." He tried to remember. "Let's look it up when we get home. Buy a copy of Kinsey or something."
"Okay." The longer she watched, the more Helen got turned on. Tim's firm slim ass was a white blur in the moonlight. She had this terrific desire to go touch it, to get involved somehow in the frantic lovemaking. She looked at Max out of the corner of her eye. His jaw hung a little open, and saliva gathered in the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips periodically, and his eyes seemed glued to the lascivious scene.
Well, if Sally could break the ice, so could her mother! Slowly Helen stood and peeled off her flared pants. She pulled her jersey over her head, and looked down at her naked body. Not bad for an old girl. Pretty damn good, in fact, for the mother of two. Her stomach pouched out a little bit, but in a gentle womanly curve. Her boobs hung down like fat pears, but they always had; it was because they were so full and heavy. Her hips and thighs were firm and gleamed whitely. She strolled over and looked down at the two sweat-damp bodies, trying to figure out what to do.
Tim did have the sweetest little ass! She dropped down beside him and stroked it, and slid a finger between the cheeks. The puckered brown hole gave way under her pressure. Tim slowed his stroke for just a moment, and then picked up speed. Her finger went up and down with his bobbing back, shaking her arm. She crooked the finger inside his tight brown hole, wiggling it. He shivered all over and moaned happily.
Max had been watching all this with interest. Well, all right, he thought. He took off his clothes and approached the threesome. His hard-on waggled in front, bouncing with his step. It throbbed heavily, and he looked for a place to put it. Rearranging Helen only took a minute. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them over his penis, feeling the blood beat in his enormously ready organ. He bent over his wife's behind and plugged her anus with the scarlet wet head. "Relax," he whispered as he pushed. He didn't need to say that thought Helen. Her sphincter muscles were just as relaxed as she could make them. Her ass swelled up his cock like a mouth, surely sucking it in and not just accepting. Was that possible? Something else to look up, she thought vaguely, and then forgot to think at all. Her round white asscheeks struck back again and again, catching his hard swinging stroke. Her anal walls clung, so that his emerging cock brought with it a thin pink-brown skin as tight as a tourniquet. Lust flooded through her, her clit rose and swelled, her nipples awoke, her very skin seemed an instrument of erotic pleasure.
"HIIHH! EEEEEE!" Sally yelped. Helen and Max heard her cries very dimly, as if sand had stopped up their ears. He growled wordlessly as he plundered his wife's beautiful backside. The tight wet heat and the way she slammed back against his thighs and swinging balls made him growl louder and clamp his hands tight on her hips.
Helen didn't know when Tim rolled away and she lost the close feeling of finger-fucking his anus. But he was there, rolling under her, urging her down toward his face. She sank, squatted, with a happy moan. His fingers pulled her labia apart, and then his tongue began to explore the wet steamy depths of her pussy. Slammed forward and back by Max's powerful cock, at the same time she bounced up and down on the hot probing tongue. She was almost delirious with pleasure, her head spinning, her little happy cries filling the air.
"Oh, uh, HAHHH! Oh good, fuck! Fuck!" she chanted, breathing hard through her mouth. She was at a peak of lusty abandonment she hadn't thought possible.
Recovering from her orgasm, Sally watched the lascivious scene. She admired her mother's fuller body and sexual skills desperately, and wished she could tell her so that very minute. But she wasn't going to be left out, not Sally! She circled the lewd trio and crouched behind her father's back. His hairy balls were bouncing and jangling, his ass going furiously. She loved the sight of his thick white penis sliding in and out of her mother's bunghole. Her little hands grasped the swelling balls, tickled Max's anus, stroked his buttocks lovingly. She put her face into the cleft of his ass and tasted the odorous asshole. Her tongue poked hard and penetrated the tight puckered ring of muscle.
"JEEEZZZuss!" That did it, Max thought. His balls were supercharged, and they moved and tingled, and shot their hot load down the length of his cock into Helen's narrow sheath. He slammed on for a moment or two, his spurting dick jetting its steamy jism into her, until it shriveled and slipped out. Still panting, he fell forward on her creamy backside.
At almost the same moment, Helen felt the double assault as a small explosion. Rockets went off inside her, her labia vibrated and fluttered involuntarily, and the sweet pangs shot all through her.
"AAAHHHHHH!" she shouted. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" The semen flooded her anus, her cunt let loose a flood of her own juices, and she collapsed, exhausted but happy on the beach, almost at the point of tears.
"Holy shit," Tim breathed raspingly. He couldn't even believe it! He patted his mother's heaving back. "When you do something, Mom, you don't fool around!"
Laughter gusted between them, and Max looked at his family with breathless satisfaction. He agreed with his son. Once Helen was convinced, she really made a job of it!
"Next time-" Sally began, and they all hooted.
"Let's have a little time out," her father begged. "You! You just never get enough, you little minx!"
Sally had to admit it was true. She had an incredible appetite for sex, it even amazed herself. She could be writhing and panting and howling in the middle of an orgasm, and still feel the hot desire for another one building up in her. Her little pussy was sore half the time from the unaccustomed exercise, but she felt confidently that the minor ache would pass. She'd have to ask her mother if there was something to put on it, or rather in it. Then the bizarre reality hit the girl, and she chortled to herself. Just imagine asking one's mother what to do about a vagina that was sore from too much fucking! The odd humor of it struck her forcibly, and her snort of laughter turned into a gale, rolling her over in the sand.
"What's so funny, sweets?" her father asked.
"Oh... nothing. Just something to tell Mom about later. A little female secret," she said demurely.
Helen was as puzzled as the rest, but secretly gratified. The one thing she feared was the loss of her daughter's confidence. They'd been unusually close, for mother and daughter, and she hoped it would stay that way. Not only for Sally's sake, because she needed her mother whether she knew it or not, but quite selfishly. Helen would hate to think of losing the friendship and warm companionship.
"Okay, kiddo," she said cheerfully. "Why don't you tell us what you have lined up for us next? Then we can be thinking about it while we get recharged."
"Well, if I go down on Tim, and Dad fucks me, and-no, that's not right. Say Tim fucks Mom, while I-oh, shit!" She stamped her foot in frustration while her family roared.
"Never mind, honey," her mother said comfortingly. "We'll work it out. She turned to Max and said teasingly, "I've heard all I can take about what a great lover you are. Now here's your little girl hot to trot, and what are you doing about it?"
"I'm an old man," he protested laughingly. But he shook his shoulders in an involuntary shiver, and looked down at his groin. As they all stared, his limp-hanging meat began to twitch, and swell, and raise itself. "Not too old, though, I guess," he added.
Feeling strong and virile and happy, he crawled over to the eager girl and split her pussy lips with the swelling head of his cock. The touch was enough, her cunt creamed heavily and spilled over his hot dick. He shoved in carefully, and found to his surprise and delight that, though he could enter her more easily, her sheath was as tight and hot as ever. Deeply moved by the lewd and loving situation, he began to fuck her in long slow strokes.
"Okay, honey, I'll be ringmaster," Helen said cheerfully to her son. "Just climb right aboard, stick your whacker in your little sister's mouth."
"But what about you," he asked, looking longingly at Sally's lewdly smiling lips.
"Just do it, don't worry."
His balls plump, his young dick stiff and fat, he knelt over her face. Her mouth closed slickly around his aching penis and she tickled it hotly with her tongue. He moaned happily and closed his eyes as he fed his meat to her in quick fast jabs.
Helen could hardly wait. She'd gotten the most perverted idea of all during the last go-round, and she was eager to try it. Kneeling behind her son, she separated his buns and bent her face to the moist odorous cleft.
"Yiiipes!" Tim leaped as he felt his mother's long hollowed tongue worming into his anus. It was almost more than he could stand! The pleasure was so intense, his balls almost spilled their load then and there. But he took a deep breath and went back to fucking his sister's mouth, while Helen's slick firm tongue stabbed right to its roots in his tight pungent asshole.
No less amazed than his son, Max looked across Sally's slim body and saw the flickering tongue fucking Tim's anus. What a woman he'd married! She'd fought hardest against change, but once she accepted it, she went all the way!
Talk about togetherness, he thought, as he continued plunging his huge dick into Sally's tight nest. This was one family that had it, and, he vowed, they were going to keep it that way. He and Helen, between them, could safeguard the children's well being and happiness. It might not be conventional. It might not even be the best way. In fact, if he'd thought it out in advance, he would have been strongly against it. But since the situation was already here, in existence, he sure as hell meant to enjoy it!