"Can't wait to get this monster inside me," Marsha panted excitedly as she rubbed her clit with one of the dildo's cock-knobs.
"Then you go first," Linda suggested.
"Don't look until I tell you I'm ready," Marsha said. "I want everything to be just perfect when you see me."
Linda agreed and turned away.
Now Marsha slipped one of the vinyl cock-heads into the slot of her cunt. Inch after inch of shaft followed. The dildo went in easily, yet was thick enough for a tight fit.
When Marsha's pussy had taken its fill, the effect was spectacular. It wasn't just that she was stuffed with her share of the dildo. For the other half, itself the length of a normal prick, loomed from her crotch. It looked very much as if she had just grown herself a hard-on. She was delighted, stroking her new tool like it was actually part of her body.
"Now you can look at me," Marsha told her cousin.
Linda wheeled around. "Oh, my God!" she yelped. "Marsha, are you hung!"
"What'd you expect, bitch? I'm a stud," Marsha rumbled in an imitation of a guy's voice. She knelt, flexing her crotch so the exposed half of the dildo twanged like a live hard-on.
"Got to suck you," Linda vowed. "I know it's not a real cock, but I swear you'll feel it if I blow you."
"BC my guest," Marsha answered, offering her new prick to her cock-hungry cousin.
Linda pounced on the dildo, taking the head in her mouth and bearing down until she had forced it down her throat. She wound up swallowing every available inch of cock. Then she slid her lips back and forth along the shaft.
Marsha knew her hard-on was make-believe, but, damn, she thought, if she didn't swear she could actually feel the sucking female mouth on her cock-meat. Phantom balls tightened at the base of her crotch. She started rolling her hips in a reflex action, fucking Linda's mouth and feeling every surge of it throughout her entire body.
Actually, Marsha's response was not all in her mind. Because she had just as much dildo inside her cunt as in her cousin's mouth. So when there was any movement, Marsha automatically felt it at the depths of her cunt. No wonder she came.
"God, what a trip!" Marsha exclaimed to Linda. "Feels like I'm shooting a wad right in your mouth!"
Linda pretended to swallow some invisible jizz. That just made Marsha climax all the harder.
When the blow-job was over, both cousins were hornier than ever. Now Linda fell back, spreading her legs for Marsha. Her hairless cunt was wide open.
"Fuck me, Marsha, fuck me!" Linda begged. "Fuck my pussy with your big, strong cock!"
"Oh, baby, you got it," Marsha answered in a man's rough voice. "Your pretty little cunt will be so full of my hard cock you'll think I'm splitting you."
"Yes, that's it! Rip me! Rip me!" Linda cried.
Marsha fit her hips between her cousin's thighs just as so many boys had done to her. Then she fit her fat cock-head into Linda's waiting pussy. She shoved and sank her big cock in deeper and deeper until it was buried in tight pussy.
However, this was as far as the macho role playing went for Marsha. Once she had plunged half of the dildo into Linda's cunt the other half surged in her own pussy, reminding her that she was a woman. Suddenly Marsha was getting fucked by Linda just as strongly as she was giving it to her cousin.
"It's amazing!" Marsha swooned. "Like I have a cock and a pussy at the same time. Do you feel the same way, Linda?"
"Absolutely!" Linda whooped, rocking Marsha in the cradle of her thighs so the dildo sawed between their cunts. "Now, c'mon, let's bear down and see if we can come together."
"I'm ready any time you are!" Marsha declared. Linda delivered a cock-surge in her cousins' cunt. Marsha sent one back. Then the girls' crotches crunched together, hips swiveling, equal lengths of dildo twisting in each pussy.
"I'm coming!" both cousins cried in a single voice.
They kept it happening for each other, their pussies playing tug of war with the dildo. Leaking pussy juiced dripped on the floor, a brand of female cum just as thick and sticky as the male variety.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Marsha and Linda were now chanting back and forth. In their lust they couldn't stop driving one another to greater and greater orgasmic heights. They were in a world of their own.
But they should have been more careful. Their mounting cries of pleasure had carried like a siren's wail. Intensified by the echo effect of the bathroom, their sounds of fucking now filled the ordinarily quiet library. The head librarian was furious over the disturbance. She charged toward the source.
"Open up in there!" the librarian angrily ordered from outside the noisy bathroom, while beating on the locked door which was all that stood between Marsha and Linda and disaster.
"Gotta move," Marsha whispered. She pointed toward a window that was over the sink.
The girls removed the slippery dildo from their cunts and picked up their clothes. There wasn't time to both dress and escape. They had to flee in the nude.
Standing on the sink, Marsha unlatched the window. She hoisted herself onto the sill and dropped bare-assed into a walkway between buildings. A moment later Linda had joined her. Then the two cousins started running just as they heard the bathroom door burst open behind them.
Neither girl was anything like an athlete. But now they both become sprinters, twin blurs on campus, dashing so furiously that passers-by did double takes trying to decide whether what they'd seen was really a couple of naked coeds.
They made it to the gym, the perfect place to be nude. Mingling in with the sweaty members of the girls' volley ball team, they slipped into the showers and safety.
Then, as they stood under the water, Marsha and Linda looked at each other and broke up with laughter.
"Damn," Linda summed it up, "I feel like we just pulled off the perfect crime!"
Marsha happily agreed. Her only regret was that she and her naked cousin had so much company in the showers. Otherwise, they could celebrate by getting it on all over again.
CHAPTER FOUR
After their wild adventure, Marsha and Linda were no longer just cousins -- or even merely lovers -- they were best friends. One evening Marsha was staying over at Linda's house. The late night talk turned to sex, the way it so often did.
"You know," Marsha said to her cousin, "I've sucked and fucked my share of guys, but when I started hitting on my own family it was like starting all over again. I really wonder if I could make it with an outsider again and get off enough to make it worth my time."
"That's what they say about incest," Linda replied. "Once you start, you can't stop."
"Who says?" Marsha asked with keen interest.
"The books I've read about it," Linda answered with a studious tone. "Some experts claim that one of every four families have members getting it on with each other. It's actually quite common."
"No shit?" Marsha sighed in wonder. "Maybe I'll have to read more books."
"You don't need to read about it," Linda laughed. "You're already one of the statistics."
"Look who's talking," Marsha giggled. "Each of us is one for the books."
Linda nodded. Then turned serious. "The only question now," she said to Marsha, "is, what's next for us? Now that we've both fucked each other and Jerry, where do we go from here?"
"Uh-oh, I know that look in your eye," Marsha told her cousin. "You're getting at something, aren't you, Linda?"
"It's only logical that we take the next step," Linda stated calmly. "Now that we've passed the point of no return, we might as well take advantage of it and go all the way with this thing. After all, we've only scratched the surface of what's possible."
"So there's somebody else in the family you've got the hots for, huh?" Marsha bluntly asked. "That's what you're trying to tell me, isn't it?"
"Me you any different?" Linda said, answering her cousin's question with one of her own.
"No," Marsha admitted. "My pussy gets wet every time I think about making it with my brother Tad. His cock is hug
e!"
"Mmmm, that's just who I was thinking about," Linda revealed. "I've had a crush on Tad ever since I was a little girl. Now that I know what it's all about, I'd fuck him in a minute."
"If he were in town," Marsha sighed with regret, reminding Linda that Tad was off at college. "In the meantime, though, how do we keep busy?"
"I know," Linda said. "What we'll do is write down the names of who's available on slips of paper, then each take one from a hat to find out who we should fuck next."
"I'm game," Marsha declared, readily agreeing to go along with her cousin's kinky plan.
A few minutes later and the cousins had each drawn a family member's name. They both grinned as they unfolded the pieces of paper.
"I've got your dad," Linda spoke first.
"And I've got yours," Marsha answered. "Is that wild? We're going to fuck each other's father. Who goes first?"
"Well," Linda said slowly, "we are at my house, after all. And my father's name is on your slip of paper. And he is just downstairs, all by himself in his workshop..."
"I'm way ahead of you," Marsha eagerly interrupted.
"You're going to do it then?" Linda bubbled. "Right now?"
"Just try and stop me," Marsha firmly replied. "Is that all you're wearing?" Linda called as her cousin started for the door.
"Know any better way for a girl to give her uncle a hard-on than showing up in his workshop in her thinnest nightie?" Marsha answered.
Linda said she guessed she didn't. And then her cousin was gone on her incestuous mission.
Marsha slipped down the stairs after checking to see that her Aunt Rose was asleep. The house was quiet and dark except for the hum and glow from the workshop in the basement.
The door was ajar. Marsha peeked inside and saw her Uncle Roy bent over a lathe. She took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind her.
Roy Cole looked up and saw his niece. He started to say hello, then gulped when he realized how little Marsha was wearing. There was an instant bulge at the crotch of his khaki pants.
"Cat got your tongue, Uncle Roy?" Marsha spoke first.
"Sh-shouldn't you put on some clothes?" Roy stammered to his scantily clad niece.
"What for?" Marsha answered, approaching her flustered uncle.
"I-I can see too much of you," Roy stammered.
"Don't you like what you see, Uncle Roy?" Marsha purred. "I'm pretty enough, aren't I?"
"Maybe too pretty," Roy choked, his eyes fastened on his niece's shapely, teenaged body. "That nightgown's just too much for me, I guess."
"No problem. If it bothers you, I'll just take it off," Marsha said.
Before her uncle could stop her, Marsha was naked. She pivoted around in a circle, showing all of herself off.
"You've got to get out of here before something happens we both regret," Roy rasped in desperation as he hungrily stared at his naked niece.
"I don't think I'd regret anything except leaving you all alone down here with a stiff cock you can't use," Marsha boldly told her uncle.
"Stop it," Roy pleaded.
But he just stood there when Marsha reached out and unzipped his swollen fly.
Now Roy muttered to his niece, "What are you going to do?"
"Take out your cock and suck it until you come in my mouth," Marsha stated bluntly. "That ought to get you into the mood to fuck me."
"You're crazy," Roy whispered.
"No, just horny," Marsha replied.
And then she dropped to her knees before her trembling uncle. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Raising her face to his crotch, she folded her lips around the red knob of his jutting prick.
"Mmmmmm, you're really hung," she told her uncle with her mouth full of his cock-head. "Your prick is even bigger than I expected. Wonder if I can swallow the whole thing."
"Something tells me you won't have any trouble at all," Roy answered.
"Only one way to find out," Marsha said.
She took a slurping gulp of prick, forcing the head all the way to her throat. Her uncle's hips surged in reaction. The rest of his long cock hilted Marsha's mouth under its own power.
Now Marsha began sliding her lips back and forth along the thick barrel of her uncle's cock. Roy's response was automatic. His hard-on started jerking back and soon he was fucking Marsha in the mouth.
"I could go to jail for doing this to my own niece," Roy mumbled to himself. "But, damn, I can't stop! Never had my prick sucked so good."
This was just what Marsha wanted to hear. She knew now that her uncle was completely hooked on incest. She could make him do any thing she wanted. And what she wanted right now was a sixty-nine.
With his cock still in her mouth, Marsha pulled her uncle to the floor. Then she climbed on top of him, swinging her naked body around so she straddled his face while she went down on his cock.
Roy looked up into Marsha's open cunt and felt his heart thump. Never had he seen anything that excited him more than his niece's teenaged pussy. He had to eat it, especially after some cunt juice dripped into his mouth and he tasted how sweet it was.
Roy put his hands on Marsha's ass cheeks and lowered her hairy crotch to his face. When the lips of his mouth sealed the lips of her pussy, he knew there was no turning back. He was ready to go as far with his niece as she would let him, and that promised to be to the ultimate in sucking and fucking.
As his prick was devoured at one end of the sixty-nine, Roy used his tongue in Marsha's cunt at the other end. He hadn't eaten pussy in a long time because his wife didn't like it, just as she wouldn't blow him. But the many years of oral inactivity hadn't left Roy at all rusty. He'd been an expert as what was known as muff-diving during his hitch in the Navy, and now he felt like he'd rolled the clock back and was a horny kid again.
Some guys tried to use their tongues like cocks when they were eating pussy. But Roy used his like a snake. It wriggled and squirmed in his niece's cunt until she was so juicy that her honey dribbled down his chin.
"Gonna come!" Marsha let up on her cocksucking just long enough to announce.
When Roy heard that he took his niece's pussy lips and clit inside his mouth and turned on the suction. Marsha climaxed and her hot cunt juice poured down his throat. Roy swallowed every drop of female cum, then went after more with his swabbing tongue inside that spasming, teenaged cunt hole.
While she came, Marsha sucked her uncle's prick harder than ever. She wanted her uncle to come, too, wanted him to shoot his wad in her mouth so she could feast on his rich jizz.
"Sweet fucking Jesus!" Roy cried abruptly at the pussy-end of the sixty-nine. "My prick's ready to blow!"
"Let it go, Uncle Roy!" Marsha called back. "Drown me with cum!"
Marsha had released all of her uncle's prick now except the knob. This she treated just like a large nipple, giving it the hungriest suction possible, as if she were a greedy infant.
Roy's cock-head responded with a milky eruption that was so strong it took his niece by surprise, even though she was expecting plenty of cream. The jizz spurted so fast that Marsha had trouble swallowing it. Her cheeks swelled, but she was determined to drink every bit of her uncle's cream, regardless of how much juice his prick delivered.
"Don't know where I'm getting it all," Roy gasped while he came, admitting he was just as astonished as his gulping niece at how much jizz his prick was unloading in her mouth.
There was one last burst of cum. Marsha fought to keep a single drop from leaking, even though her breathing passages were now clogged with the thick goo and she was gagging.
Roy pulled his drained prick free. The extra room in her mouth was all Marsha needed. She took a long, deep swallow and the backed-up jizz slid down her throat like maple syrup. She not only wound up downing all of it, but wished there was even more to drink.
In the meantime, Roy had broken up the sixty-nine. Kneeling beside Marsha, he watched her consume the last of his cum. He boastfully imagined that he must have fed her at
least a pint of cockjuice.
"God, I feel like a stud!" he exclaimed, his dripping prick still as hard as a rock.
Marsha looked up at her excited uncle with a sticky smile. "Mmmmm, you're cute," she told him.
"You know how long it's been since anybody called me that? Cute?" Roy laughed.
"When, Uncle Roy?" Marsha gurgled as a stray glob of jizz caught in her wind-pipe.
"I was in the Navy," Roy said. "I picked up this girl in a bar. She said I was cute."
"Did you fuck her?" Marsha asked.
"All night long!" Roy bragged. Then, abruptly, he turned sheepish.
"What's wrong?" Marsha said.
"Uh... well... this girl I'm telling you about. I just remembered."
"Yes?"
"She was nothing but a whore."
"And you think that bothers me to be compared to a whore?" Marsha asked.
"Doesn't, it?"
"Nope. And I'll tell you why. Bet you that was one whore who wouldn't take your money."
"How'd you know?" Roy muttered in wonder. "Every woman's a whore, down deep," Marsha explained. "And every whore needs to remind herself sometimes that she's a woman with no strings attached. A cock like yours brings out the best in anybody, no matter who she is. If you're talking about money, Uncle Roy, I'd pay to suck and fuck you."
"Whew," Roy sighed, "that's a helluva lot better than being called cute. I think you're blowing smoke up my ass, but, Christ, I love it."
"Then show me," Marsha cooed. She parted her legs. Then fingered her pussy lips open. "Fuck me, Uncle Roy. Fuck my cunt with your beautiful, big cock."
"Oh, will I!" Roy whooped. "Better than I've ever fucked anybody! You'll swear my cock's a foot long once it's in your tight pussy."
"Isn't it?" Marsha said seductively, teasing her uncle about the size of his prick.
"You'll find out," Roy panted.
Then he moved between his niece's spread legs. The head of his prick was immediately poised at her cunt.
"Stick it in me," Marsha urged. "Fuck me out of my mind."
Roy's cock surged. It plunged into his niece's waiting pussy, traveling deeper and deeper until it was buried to the root.
"Ooooh, your prick really does feel like it's a foot long!" Marsha squealed with delight now that her cunt was hilted. She wiggled her ass, starting the friction between cock and pussy, forcing her uncle to move on top of her.
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