Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2005 22:31:57 -0500
From: katy putain <katyputain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Katy does father and son (MMFF incest)

I'd decided it was high time I had my kid-cousin, Jack, and was still
trying to decide how I could manage it, and maybe get him in the same bed
as his little bitch sister, Jodie, when things kind of fell in my lap. In a
manner of speaking.

I'd been messing around with Jodie for a few months. Since she'd had her
cherry crushed by our uncle Col's champion fuck-pole, Jodie had gone to
work on my pussy like a dyke whore. Col had paid us a few visits on his
Friday nights off and given that eleven year old slut-slot a good
servicing, pounding her pussy off while she made a feast of my fanny, but
mostly I had her to myself so I was able to introduce her to the tricks of
the trade at a pace that suited us both. Let's just say we rarely got a
good night's sleep those Friday nights I baby-sat my little cousin.

Jack was a year older than Jodie and I didn't have a lot to do with him. He
was a bit fucked up from his parents' separation and he seemed to enjoy the
weekends his spent with his dad, Ian. On the other hand, Jodie didn't seem
to have a lot of interest in her dad, and I'd heard it kind of peeved
him. A couple of times he'd made it plain he wanted both the kids for the
weekend but aunty Bev let `em do what they wanted and Jodie sure as hell
preferred my company.

Anyway, it came about that Ian put his Big Daddy foot down and told Bev
he'd get a solicitor if he didn't get regular access to Jodie again. So she
was packed off one Friday night at short notice with an earful from Bev
about it being for her own good, and Jack was sent to our place for my
usual babysitter's fee instead. Terrible, ain't it, aunty Bev paying me to
fuck around with her kids. Shit, if she'd known the half of it, I'd'er been
horse-whipped. And if she'd known the other half, well... Col's balls
would've made a nice pair of earrings on Bev's lobes, I reckon.

So Jack was mine for the night and I gotta tell you the front door was
barely shut behind mum and Bev as they headed out for a drink with the
girls before the little shit turned to me and said: "You makin' a whore
outta Jodie, or what?"

Well, fuck me, the bitch had blabbed everything. Here was I thinking we had
a nice quiet thing going and the whole time she's giving her horny big
brother a running commentary. And he was horny. Twelve years old, baseball
cap turned backwards and attached to his head night and day like it was
growin' there, black hair all tousled and hanging round his neck, pretty
little face, same upturned snub nose as his haughty kid sister, flawless
baby skin, shoulders just settin' square as he cracked puberty. Whole look
set off with a real fuck-you attitude, standing there with his hands on
hips, real pleased with himself that he'd managed to scare the shit outta
me.

For, like, five seconds.

"Why you ask, baby? You interested in payin' for access to your sister's
tight pussy?"

It knocked him for six, little smart ass. He swallowed and went red as his
sister's long-lost cherry. I stood in front of him, hands on my hips,
squaring off with him. We were eye to eye and I wanted him to know he was
in for it.

"You don't have to pay," I told him straight. I kept my voice low. "I can
show you how to get pussy for nuthin', honey boy."

And I lifted my tee at the waist and pulled it off over my head. I was
wearing a tiny, tight bikini bra... and no panties at all under my
jeans. Well, I'd expected Miss Pussy Willow to stay the night and I was
into streamlining things, y'know.

"C'mon, Jack. Don't be all talk, now. Let's have a bit of action, young
man."

I was determined to talk down to him. I was in charge of this operation and
I knew exactly how I wanted it to run. I lifted his soft hands and settled
them on my tits.

"This what you want, baby? You wanna play with em, huh? Unlatch the clasp,
Jack. It just unclips, honey."

He licked his lips till his tongue must've gone dry, I reckon. He was
swallowing awful hard and breathing like he'd run a record hundred. His
eyes lifted from my tits and his hands to my face. I just kept smiling at
him. I bit my bottom lip to let him feel like I was just as nervous as he
was... Well, Jesus, I was pretty wet down below; I could feel myself
juicing up in anticipation.

Jack unclasped my bikini and slipped the cups off my tits. He was a little
slow for my liking, so as his clammy hands took on my exposed boobies I
unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them over my hips enough to flash
my smooth-shaved pussy. I could smell myself and my fingers went straight
for my wet cunt lips.

"Oh, Jack, c'mon, boy. I want you to do me, baby. Lemme show you what
little Jodie's been upto lately..."

I kept fingering myself as I went down on my knees. He was already
unzipping his jeans, struggling to get his hard, leaking, barely pubescent
cock out of his briefs. The pink helmet appeared, stringing boy juice from
the piss-slit. He was uncut and as I took his tasty head into my mouth, I
slid his foreskin back with my lips like the expert cocksucker that I
was. His pre-cum was sweet as honey and he tasted fresh and soapy; his
hairless nuts were tight at the base of his thick shaft. I licked his
piss-slit and swallowed him deep into my throat, sucking him like a
dime-whore. Jack swayed on his feet, his jeans around his knees, his jocks
stretched across his spread thighs. I kept fingering myself with one hand,
rubbing my sloppy, hard clit as I thought about riding Jack's boy-cock, and
I reached under his smooth kid-nuts to feel for his little pre-teen boy
pussy with my other hand. My finger settled into his crack and I guessed
from the way he reached down and lifted one butt cheek to help me reach
that tight hole that I wasn't the first to go searchin' for it. Jack's
other hand slid from the top of my head down the back of my neck, pressing
me to take him deeper in my throat.

"Aw, you fuckin' bitch," he managed between gasping and wheezing fit to
explode. "You... damn... fuckin'... whore..."

He shot into my throat then and I nearly choked on his load. I swallowed
the lot, gulping his throbbing cock-crown as it spat the last of his sweet
gob.

So that was how his daddy and Jodie found us: they just threw open the
front door there and then -- me with my mouth fulla cock'n'cum, and Jack
with his boy pussy jammed fulla my finger.

"Jeezers fucking Christ..." Ian stood there, my ex-uncle, mid-chew, his gum
sitting just inside his bottom lip. Something had happened, something had
pissed Jodie off, and the little Miss had demanded to be brought back to my
place. And there they were, father and daughter, smacked clean in the
mouth, the pair of them, at the sight of Jack's smooth ass and my hand in
the crack of it.

Ian got it together pretty fast though.

"You bitch," he breathed. "No wonder my little girl likes comin' here on a
Friday night..."

I was wiping cum from my lips and chin with the back of my hand and Jack
was tugging up his jocks, his still hard cock peeping above the
waistband. As I tried to re-clasp my bikini around my tits, my pussy juices
slid down my thighs. I started to get up on one knee.

"Whoa, bitch." Ian was in front of me, one hand firm on the back of my
head. "You stay right where you are." He had resumed his chewing. I glanced
up at him and saw in an instant where his two kids got that smart-assed
holier-than-fucken-thou attitude. "You've had the chip of the ol'
block... Let's see how you go with the original."

He was unbuttoning his jeans and I could tell from the bulge I was in for
it. He slipped the waistband of his jocks over his cock and released the
thing: huge, swollen, uncut, just hardening up, packed into a thick black
bush of pubes that trailed up his flat stomach. I looked across to Jack and
Jodie and realised, right then, they were pretty damn familiar with the
sight of this fuck-monster. And if they were familiar with the sight of
it...

"You need to learn a lesson, honey." Ian pressed on the crown of my head,
forcing me toward his inch-and-a-half wide mushroom head. "I'm in charge of
my kids' pussies... you don't go there without my say-so. Geddit?"

I closed my mouth over his massive pole and felt the thick veins of the
thing against my lips. The idea of doing Jack, then his dad, turned me on
so much I got all hard and wet again. I hadn't cum when Jack shot into my
throat; now I slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt and rubbed roughly
at my clit in anticipation of a father `n' son double fuck.

"Yeah... suck me, whore... Whadder you been teachin' my liddle girl, huh?
You tryin' to make a whore outta her, too?" I heard him click his
fingers. "Jodie! Get your goddamn pussy over here now, girl!"

I kept my eyes closed as I focused on treating Ian. But I heard the sound
of clothes being removed before Jodie made a familiar moaning and gasping.

"You feel loose, girl. This what you been tryin' to keep from me? Is it?
You been lettin' this bitch into daddy's precious liddle pussy? What she
been usin' on you, girl? You better not been takin' cock in there! Dammit,
you know that's daddy's special place, baby!"

I opened my eyes and saw Jodie's gyrating hips alongside my head, her
daddy's fingers buried deep in her pre-pubescent red cunt. She stood there,
on tip-toe, as he ploughed her roughly with two or three fingers. His hand
was huge between her skinny little thighs, a thumb reaching up to her hip
as he fingered her pink, hairless slot hard. Jodie was still wearing her
t-shirt. I lifted my eyes to see her head tilted back in ecstasy. Last time
I'd seen her that way was when uncle Col had taken to fucking her like a
front row forward -- shit! If Ian found out about that...

He pulled out of my mouth roughly.

"Boy: get over here." Ian threw Jodie onto the couch and went around the
back of it. Still with his massive purple cock standing as tall as his
navel, he reached over and pulled Jodie's legs up toward the back of the
couch, spreading her cunt and exposing both holes to her brother.  "Fuck
your sister. Do as I fucken say, boy: fuck her now! She's been lyin' to her
daddy and she knows she ain't to keep secrets from him..."

Jack's cock was already out of his jocks. He didn't even look at me, still
on my knees, fingering myself, wet at the thought of what was about to
happen. Jack's sweet, soft white ass was tight above his jocks, as they
stretched across his thighs again, and he kneeled into the couch and
entered his little sister. Jodie moaned softly and her daddy held her
ankles tight in the air as Jack began to fuck her.

"That's it, boy. Yeah, fuck her. Harder! Fuck her harder! She wants to
whore herself around, she can damnwell learn to take it like one! Here --
get her ankles."

Ian released Jodie's ankles and circled back around the couch, not taking
his eyes off the centre of attention in that room: his twelve year old
son's cock pumping into his eleven year old daughter's naked pussy. I was
so damn horny, I nearly came, but I knew I wasn't done with yet.

"C'mon, bitch." Ian took me under the chin and dragged me on my knees to
the edge of the couch. "Geddup next to your apprentice bitch!"

I backed up onto the couch next to Jodie and got the kind of view of her
fuck-action that made me wish I had a goddamn video camera. Ian lifted his
tee over his head, threw it aside, and took hold of my ankles, just as he
had Jodie's, only now he was alongside Jack. As he spread me, my knee
bumped Jodie's. I looked up into Ian's face. His broad, hairy chest pressed
down between my thighs.

"Ain't this pleasant, bitch? Nice Friday night get-together... curled up on
the couch all cosy..."

He forced his huge fuck-pole into my sodden cunt, thrusting the whole shaft
into me first go. It nearly winded me, but on the withdrawal and second
thrust I reached up and ran my hands along his arms.

"Fucken bitch!" Ian was hoarser was each
thrust. "Reckon... I... couldn't... fuck... you... too... hard... if... I... fucken... tried... nnnhhh!"

"Awww!" Jack's eyes were closed, his face screwed up. "I'm... I'm real
close..."

His father let go of one of my ankles, rested it on his broad shoulder, and
reached over to push his son's baseball cap of the back of his head. Ian's
big paw ran through Jack's dark, tousled locks.

"That's it... my beautiful boy... Empty yourself into your sister,
son... go on... shoot, boy, shoot!"

"Aww... aww, dad... I'm cummin', dad... I'm cummin'!" Jack emptied himself
for the second time in half an hour, dumping a load into his little
sister's red slot. Jodie was all sweaty next to me as her dad pounded me, I
could smell her; she was fucken edible and, hell, I was hungry.

Ian pulled out of me and dragged a string of pre-cum down my thigh. He
reached down, encircled my waist with one big forearm and pulled me to my
feet beside him.

"Jodie -- up. I said up, you little slut!"

Jodie's knees folded together as Jack backed off. She rolled onto one side,
breathing heavily and her fingers slipped between her thighs.

"Oh, no you don't, slut." Ian grabbed her by both wrists and dragged her
into a crouch on the cushions. "No need to finish yourself off, honey -- not
while we've got your favourite cousin with us."

He had Jack by the hair, too, and forced him on to the couch, sitting in
front of Jodie; she was perched on the back of the thing, her red pussy
swollen and sodden with her brother's load. His head fell backwards between
her thighs -- both of them looked from Ian to me, panting like puppies,
wondering what the fuck would happen next.

"Cousin Katy's got her work cut out," Ian announced, chomping his gum like
the common labourer that he was. "She's got the three of us to take care of
tonight."

He bit at my ear as he chewed and stuck his tongue inside it. His breath
was hot on my throat. He knew I wanted him again and let him treat me how
he wanted: "I need to feel you tighter, whore -- only way I can think of
achievin' that is to share your hole with my son..."

He had me by the back of the neck and forced me to squat down over Jack's
still hard young cock. Jack reached up and this time took my tits expertly
in his clammy hands. I lowered myself onto his dribbling cock, half wanting
to take him in my mouth first to get a taste of Jodie. But I could see what
Ian had in store: sitting on Jack's pubescent fuck-stick, I was about to
make a full meal of his sister's tasty little bitch-slot. Ian's hands
closed over my hips, manoeuvring me so that he could join his son inside my
sloppy cunt, as I eagerly sank my face between Jodie's soft, skinny little
thighs and slid my tongue inside her. I could taste them both, brother and
sister, and I felched that baby-slut's pussy like my life depended on it.

As Ian forced himself into my occupied hole, I spread my knees to take
father and son simultaneously.

"That's it, whore. Take us all! Look at that, son! Dammit, this bitch is
hot! Nnhh... dammit... fucken... bitch... aw, son... I feel your cock,
mate!"

Ian's hands slid from my hips, along my ribs, and under me, to close over
Jack's hands, wrapped round my tits. Jack was thrusting upwards, breathing
hard, keeping his cock inside me as his dad bore down. The friction of
their two hard fuck-poles digging into me set my pussy alight; I was
burning down there, smoking, and running cunt juice like fucken lava. And
in my mouth -- heaven. That little bitch pressed down on the crown of my
head, forcing my tongue deeper into her kiddy-hole. I reckon I could even
taste her daddy in there -- and sure enough, she later told me, her daddy
regularly tested her tightness with that fuck-monster now shoved deep
inside me. Ian had been using his little girl's hole long before uncle Col
discovered it, and a damned sight more often than I ever had the pleasure
of enjoying it. She'd been the apple of her daddy's eye since she was about
nine, she said -- and she loved him dearly for it.

But I was the favourite right about then. Jack's moaning told me he was
close and Ian egged him on to shoot his third load.

"C'mon, boy! C'mon! Fill the bitch! Fill `er up, boy! She's so juiced up,
she won't even fucken notice it!"

Jack came and I felt him pump into me, just as he'd pumped into Jodie
before, and emptied his first load into my mouth earlier. I'd had him both
ends and now, as he slid out of me, I prepared to take his big hairy daddy,
too. Ian slammed himself home, thrusting his hips against my ass.

"Oh, Jesus! Fucken Christ! Fuck, yeah, take me, you fucken whore, taken
me!"

He dumped into me and I lifted my hot face out of my angel's gaping, red
hole to get my breath as I felt Ian blast load after load in my soggy,
double-fucked cunt.

"Aww... aww, you bitch... you fucken bitch..." he breathed. His hands held
me tight round the hips as he withdrew his spent pole from my cunt. I
looked up into Jodie's face; her head was thrown back and her little
fingers were pinching her flat pink nips. Her pussy juices were all over my
mouth and I knew I'd given her eleven year old kiddy-hole a perfect
orgasm. I lifted my aching leg over Jack's hip and sank into the cushion
beside him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah..." Ian stood with his hands on his hips and chewed, his giant,
thick-veined tool hard and dripping with cum -- his own and his
son's. "Thirsty work, huh?"

He dropped to his knees in front of me and reached over to close a hairy
fist around his son's lolling, uncut cock.

"C'mon, son. Your dad needs a drink..." He was stroking Jack's soft cock
and his son closed his eyes with the pleasure of his dad's touch. "I'll
start here..."

And he spat his gum onto my thigh, and sank his face into my cunt to drink
himself and his son out of me, before he went to work on his boy's
hardening cock with his own hungry mouth...

END