Peter pulled off his tie and jacket and threw them on the chair. He was disgusted with everything. His dream girl, his "Marsha," had hardly said two words to him since their arrival. And tonight, she never danced with him, not even once. He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it after the others. Rationally, he knew his anger was directed more at himself than at Marsha. His entire fantasy was a pipe-dream and he should have recognized it as such. You just don't go around asking your sister to fuck, he thought. He had been a fool, and he didn't like feeling foolish.
Fortunately, he thought, aunt Mary had come to his rescue. She's really something, he mused. Who would have thought the old girl was so wild? Then he remembered that his aunt was only in her early forties. Not really such an old girl, he thought. Hell, Lucy Parsons' older and she's a fine piece of ass!
Now I'm thinking about banging my own aunt! The irony of the situation made him chuckle. Dear aunt Mary had given him a hard-on more than once tonight, but the one he really wanted to fuck didn't even say 'goodnight.' He shook his head and opened the bathroom door.
Startled, Marsha jerked her head up and looked directly into Peter's eyes. Without conscious thought, she dropped the towel she was holding. She was naked from the waist up. Her bare tits stood out proudly; the nipples, big and rosy. For a lifetime she held her breath as her mind tried to force her mouth to speak. Nothing came out.
Peter stood transfixed. His face flushed as his eyes roamed his sister's beautiful body; his mind registering every contour and curve. His stomach tightening and he felt a sharp pain in his nuts as if they were caught in a vise. Sheepishly, he mumbled, "Excuse me" and closed the door. The pain in his balls, like his frustration, intensified.
Fucking blue-balls! Angrily, he stripped, pulled on his swimtrunks and headed for the pool.
Marsha stared blankly at the closed door. Her mouth was dry and her throat felt constricted; shivers ran up her spine and goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her cunt was dewy. Fool! Fool, she thought, but as her mind screamed she wasn't sure who she was accusing. Herself or Peter? She threw the towel down and went into her room. The empty bed seemed to smirk at her. There would be no sleeping tonight, she realized sadly. Then she stripped, put on a robe and went downstairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peter stood in the shallow end of the S-shaped pool; the end away from the house. Surrounded by shrubs and trees it was private and secluded. Peaceful.
Churning the water to foam he had tried to burn the image of Marsha from his fevered mind. His cock still ached with desire, but the pain in his balls was gone. He shook the water from his hair.
"Ow!" He yelped as something - somebody! - squeezed his prick, then forced his legs opened and swam through them. His aunt surfaced in front of him, water streaming off her voluptuous body. She was wearing a white, one-piece bathing suit that he could practically see through - the hardened nipples of her big tits stood out like round little pebbles, and the tangle of cunt-fur was dark against the white material. He felt his cock stiffen.
"Hi, lover! I saw you swimming and I'd thought I'd join you for some fun and games."
"Er, aunt Mary! You scared the shit out of me."
She giggled. "That wasn't what I wanted to come out and greet me," she said coyly, moving close to him. The tips of her tits touched his chest and his cock jumped automatically, jabbing her in the crotch.
"Ooooo, now that's more like it!" she said in a husky whisper. Her arms went around him and she pressed her pliant body against his, her cunt grinding against his prick. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing became ragged. His hands ached to squeeze her full, ripe tits, but this was his aunt, his rational mind kept saying - his father's sister! - he couldn't do this!
"Aunt Mary, this is insane! I can't do . . ."
His lovely aunt humped her pussy against his swollen cock. "Sure you can, lover. You want to! You really do, and I want you to do it! Fuck me, Peter!" she said, her voice almost a rasp. "Stick your beautiful cock in me and fuck me ragged!"
An image of Marsha's nakedness came to him and his steel-like cock threatened to tear through his trunks. His mind reeled and blinding lust filled his body. He pulled Mary to him and passionately covered her lips, his hands, roughly, kneading her sensitive skin. A moan of exquisite pleasure parted her lips as she fondled his hard cock.
Their hands tore at each others clothing until they were naked. Mary grabbed his shoulders and hoisted herself above his jutting prick, then, slowly she lowered her boiling pussy onto the throbbing member. She felt Peter's cockhead part her pussylips, stretching her cunt-channel; the water gurgling around her hot hole, squishing, as his cock slid up into her slick, waiting pussy.
* * *
Marsha paced in the semi-darkness of the den, her mind in turmoil. Her desire for her brother was becoming an obsession, and now, flirting on the edges of her mind was visions of her father's cock, and her uncle's, too. She didn't know what was happening to her or why these feelings and these images were plaguing her. She tried to shut them out but her brain refused and in her mind she could feel their cocks entering her body and her mouth, thrilling her almost to death. Her cunt was wet again. Marsha Bradford feared for her sanity.
She threw herself down on the couch. The TV's remote control stabbed her in the ass and she winced. Absent- minded, she flicked it to ON. The screen lit up in a crazy zig-zag pattern of gray lines. Stupidly, she stared at it until she realized that it was set for VCR play. She pressed the PLAY button.
* * *
Carol Bradford lay in bed listening to her husband's quiet snoring. Sleep eluded her. She got up, covered her naked body with a robe and quietly went downstairs. She had a dull ache in her head from too much wine and too much mental tension. The party had only postponed the whirling thoughts that Marsha had put in her mind. What should she do? Tell her the truth? What would that do? Make her run to her brother's bed - start another cycle of incest? - or shock her so much that she would never speak to her again? How, she wondered, could a daughter have the same perverted desires as her mother?
Her mind swirled and she giggled to herself. What I need right now, she thought, is a good stiff cock! That would take my mind off everything. She remembered Peter standing on the stairs, his tight pants outlining the heavy mound of his prick and balls, waving goodnight to her. She licked her lips as the camera of her mind's eye focused on his crotch. Mary's words came back to her: 'just the type you like!' It was true! Marsha's confession had set her vivid imagination into motion, and the thought of Peter's hard cock up her pussy had made her blood boil and her pussy ooze with cuntjuice. How she had envied her sister-in-law, Mary, when she was dancing with Peter, seeing her hips grind against his hard body. She had blushed beet red when a trickle of cum-cream dribbled down her hot thigh.
Shaking her head she tried to untangle herself from the morass of emotions inside herself. Dejectedly, she headed for the quiet of the family den.
* * *
It took a full thirty seconds for Marsha Bradford to realize she was watching a home video of her mother and father having oral sex. Blushing with embarrassment, Marsha stared, transfixed as her father sat in a straight-back chair, his long, thick cock, hard and erect. Her mother knelt before him, fingering his heavy ballsac; her tongue gliding, wet and shiny, up and down, coating his shaft with a layer of saliva. Her eyes were bright with desire.
There were no words spoken but she could hear their mewing of passion; the slurp of her mother's tongue, her father' heavy breathing. Aghast, Marsha tried to flick the video off, but her fumbling fingers couldn't find the right switch. Just then a naked leg straddled her father's lap, and a heavily thatched pussy positioned itself above his saliva covered prick. Marsha gawked as the camera closed in on the churning, dripping cunt and the angry, purple prick- head slipping between the puffy cuntlips. The remote control fell from her trembling fingers as the camera pulled back, revealing, to her astonished eyes, her aunt's face, contorted with passion.
Her mind reeled as she tried to cope with what she was seeing and hearing. Her father was fucking his own sister! And her mother! She was lavishly licking her husband's balls and her sister-in-law's cunt and tits! Her mother was actively condoning incest!
Marsha watched, in horrid fascination, as her mother's tongue darted from hairy balls to protruding clit, then up to jutting tits, her nimble, snake-like tongue circling each swollen nipple, sucking each one, in turn, into her hot mouth. A camera close-up caught the passion and lust of the women's dueling tongues, as they hungrily entwined, and her mother's hands squeezing her aunt's firm tits.
The video was sending conflicting signals to Marsha's brain: embarrassment, anger, and voyeuristic pleasure. It was all jumbled up. Making love to her brother was an obsessive desire! Making love to another woman was just a stray thought - a true fantasy - but here was her mother and her aunt actually doing what she had only dreamt about. She blinked as the camera jiggled, then steadied.
The picture had been pulled back. Mary's body twisted lewdly on her brother's humping prick, the long shaft glistening with pussy-juice as it plunged in and out of her grasping cunt while her mother showered the fucking couple with wet kisses. A naked man stepped into view, his cock hard and sticking straight out.
Marsha's hands covered her mouth as she watched her uncle John smile and finger his heavily veined prick, then pull his sister - her mother! - away. Without preamble they embraced and he began fondling her lovely body; his mouth finding her full tits, his fingers probing her blonde cunt thatch. Marsha's body was on fire! Her cunt was drooling and the nipples of her beautiful tits were hard and sore. She was unaware of how hard she was squeezing them.
She watched in stunned fascination as the camera showed her mother's smiling face sucking her brother's hairy cock, her fingers playing with her own wet pussy as she did; eyes slitted with passion and her mouth full of thick prick-meat. Marsha could see her mother's saliva shining on her uncle's cock.
