Chapter 43- Melissa's Family

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Margaret opened her eyes and was conscious of several things simultaneously. John's arms were firmly wrapped around her – good. The bed was decidedly cold and wet – not so good. And sunlight was streaming brightly into the bedroom past the blinds – unexpected.

She stretched luxuriously and turned to face John, whose eyes were open and gazing at her with an expression of such utter adoration that Margaret felt those excited butterflies frantically beating at her insides once more. "Good morning, future husband," she murmured. "Unless I just dreamt all last night."

"Good morning, future wife," John grinned back. "No, I don't think a dream would have produced a bed this wet, cold, and, uh, odiferous," he added with a bemused expression.

"No, I guess not," Margaret chuckled dryly. "Okay, good. We're really going to be married someday and we're really going to fuck the living shit out of our kids today – all day!" she added fervently.

"I love that idea," John beamed, his eyes lighting up with indecent eagerness. "You want me to fetch them now?"

"I, well, my actual thought was that I'd get them in here right away after you finished getting me up to speed on your sexual activities with them," Margaret replied with a slight smile, "But I hadn't figured on coming quite that hard and being out of it until the morning."

"Well, it seemed like you'd finally fucked yourself out last night after that last, totally incredible climax," John chuckled fondly, "And I figured we could both use some sleep, since we have a very busy day planned."

"Hah!" Margaret barked with a knowing laugh. "You're damned right about that! As to your question, I think maybe we'll let them sleep a bit longer. What time is it, anyway?" she asked suddenly. "I have no idea how long I was out."

"It's a bit after eight, love," John informed her with a soft smile. "But we didn't finally get to sleep until almost three, so neither of us got what could be called a full night's sleep," he shrugged. "I figure there'll be plenty of times to catch naps between family fuck sessions. Especially since all three of the women in the family seem to black out from intense climaxes with suprising regularity. Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily.

"I'm glad you clarified that," Margaret answered with a stern look before spoiling it with a giggle. "Anyway, I think we should probably get up, get showered – and I need a shave and we should both give each other a good enema if we're planning on having our assholes nicely filled up later – and we should change the bedding so it's nice and clean for the day's activities."

"Sounds like an excellent plan to me," John nodded in cheerful agreement. "So when do you want to get the kids up?"

"After we've done that," Margaret answered firmly, but before we do anything else. "I want to let them know about our decision. And I'm very interested in hearing their explanation for why none of them bothered to tell either of us they were all happily fucking the other for the last two weeks."

"Well, okay, but don't be too hard on them," John cautioned. "I think I get their reasoning. But yes, I'm interested in hearing directly from them, too." He stretched his arms and legs out for a moment. "Alright then, shall we get to it? And could I have the honor of shaving your pussy for you? I haven't done that yet."

"Why that would be wonderful, my love," Margaret replied, batting her eyelashes at him cocquettishly which made him laugh out loud.

They set about their preparations for the day.

 

Melissa woke with a start at her mother's sharp voice saying, "You kids all need to get up! Now. We need to talk."

"Huh? What's the matter? Did something happen with John?" Melissa blurted, panic stricken.

"We'll talk about that," her mother replied sternly. "Now come on. All of you into my bedroom, now. Don't bother dressing," she added sharply before she whirled and left the room.

All four young people were left staring at each other with worried and slightly aghast expressions. "What the hell do you think happened?" Keith wondered aloud. "I mean, the way Mom was screaming her head off all night, it sure sounded like they were hitting it off."

"I guess we're all going to find out," Stephanie said in a practical tone. "Let's get it over with, whatever it is." She disentangled herself from Brad's arms where she'd fallen asleep the night before. "Come on, big brother, we've got to get up," she urged him.

"Ohh, do we have to?" Brad complained crankily. "And do you suppose I can take a piss first," he asked, looking at Melissa hopefully. "My bladder is bursting!"

"Uh, word to the wise," Keith spoke up, looking askance at Brad, "When Mom says `now!' in that tone of voice, she really means it. Look, I'm in the same boat, but you'd just better tie a knot in it," he laughed weakly.

"It's too hard to do that," Brad replied mournfully, looking down at the full erection jutting straight out from his pelvis.

"Hey, at least maybe that will distract Mom from whatever's bugging her," Melissa observed with a worried frown. She stopped suddenly as a look of comprehension spread over her face. "Oh, shit! She's pissed `cause I didn't tell her about all of us having sex with John! I was afraid of this," she grimaced.

Stephanie waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, chill out, my love. If that's all it is, you can handle it. We've already talked about this; just explain to her like you did to me. And I'm sure my dad'll back you up," she predicted confidently.

"Uh, yeah, okay," Melissa fretted. "But Keith's right. We'd better get in there, whatever it is." She followed the other three down the hall and into her mother's bedroom, where she quickly noted that the bedding was clean and her mother's hair was still damp and realized they must have taken the time to clean up before awakening the young people. She also saw that her mother and John were both sitting propped up together at the head of the bed, their totally naked bodies pressed close to each other, and Meliss relaxed somewhat, figuring that whatever might be wrong, it wasn't anything between the two adults.

When all four young people had found places around the bed in various sitting and lying positions – and Brad had reached out to put a comforting hand on Melissa's side, for which she flashed him a grateful smile – Margaret said, "Now that you're all here, you have some explaining to do. We've," and she gestured with her head to indicate she was including John, "Just learned that, unknown to either of us, all of you have been happily having sex for a couple of weeks with the other. And none of you said a word about it. Well?" she snapped when no one spoke immediately.

Melissa realized that everyone was looking at her. She swallowed and answered with more confidence than she felt, "Seriously, Mom? Are you telling me that you wouldn't have been mad at me if I'd told John about the stuff you and I were doing? Or you and Keith?" she added with a challenging look.

"Well, maybe at first," her mother mumbled with a frown before blurting, "But you just went and let me worry myself to death about how I was going to tell John about what I was doing, and all you had to say was that John was doing it too!" she said with an exasperated look.

"So...what you're really saying," Stephanie broke in pointedly, "Is that you're mad because we didn't tell you, even though you didn't want us to say anything to my dad. Seems kind of one-sided."

Melissa spoke up quickly before her mother could recover. "Mom, can you honestly look me in the eye and say you wouldn't have been horrified if you found out any of us had told John about what we were all doing with you? Besides, isn't it a whole lot better that you told each other instead of hearing it from one of us? Now you know that you can trust each other with anything," she concluded with a telling gaze.

Her mother gave a quick, flustered look at John, who merely shrugged, "I told you they'd have good reasons."

Margaret's face and shoulders relaxed. "Yes, yes you did, my love." She looked around the room. "Okay, I get it. You actually did think about it and weren't trying to be cruel to me. And yes," and she shot John an adoring look, "You're right. It is better to know we can trust each other, especially now." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "There's something very important we need to tell you all. We realize that this is very, very soon as such things go. But we've both realized that we're absolutely perfect for each other; equally important, our two families are perfect for each other. So, well, John has asked me to marry him and I've said yes!" she beamed.

"Yay!" Brad cried, and the others quickly followed with their heartfelt congratulations.

At last, though, Stephanie murmured with a stricken look at Margaret, "Only...we all want to marry you, too. Does this mean we can't now?"

"No, it doesn't mean that at all!" Margaret responded gaily before an impish look crossed her face. "Only, no one else has asked me."

Stephanie's mouth dropped into a large `O' before she recovered and asked in a voice almost dropped to a whisper, "Margaret, will you marry me and be my wife?"

"Oh, my beautiful, sexy lover, of course I will!" Margaret exclaimed, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.

"This is the part where you're supposed to kiss," Melissa said to Stephanie with a mischievous grin.

With a joyous yelp, Stephanie flung herself across the bed and into Margaret's arms, kissing her soundly and passionately, a kiss the others watched with loving amusement and then, as the kiss grew more and more erotic and their hands began to roam freely up and down each other's nude bodies, with rapidly growing arousal.

Finally John cleared his throat pointedly and Melissa's mother and Stephanie hastily separated without the least hint of embarrassment. Stephanie curled up into Margaret's embrace on the opposite side of her lush body from her father.

Before anyone else could speak, Brad blurted, "Melissa, I know you said I'd have to wait for your answer, but it seems like everything is working out just like you dreamed. W-will you say yes that you'll marry me, even if we can't do it right away?" he pleaded earnestly.

Melissa felt her heart leap up in joy and answered the only way she could, "Yes, Brad, my love, of course I'll marry you. Just as soon as we possibly can!" Anything else she might have said was instantly cut off as her lips were smothered by Brad. Their tongues writhed ardently in each other's mouth as they pressed their nude bodies together.

While Brad and Melissa were occupied, Keith turned to Stephanie. "Stephanie Muller, will you marry me and be my wife?" he asked earnestly.

Stephanie beamed at the blond teen. "I sure will!" she affirmed before scrambling up out of Margaret's arms and into Keith's. The two began to kiss with as much enthusiasm as all the previous betrothal kisses.

The minute Brad and Melissa ceased attempting to drive their tongues down each other's throat, John cleared his throat and said, "Melissa Randall, would you do me the honor of marrying me and being my wife?"

Melissa graced John with a soft smile before answering with mock solemnity, "Yes, John Muller, I will marry you and be your wife if you will marry me and be my husband."

"I absolutely will," John promised with a huge smile. "Come here, you amazing young woman who's the soul of our family," he urged. "All of this incredible happiness is due to you!" He spread his arms invitingly and Melissa worked her way across the tangle of naked bodies on the bed to lie atop John and kiss him fervently. She was fascinated to feel his immense prick swelling under the soft, round roll of her tummy fat that was pressed into it as they kissed and began to secretly wish all the marriage proposals could wind up soon so they could all get down to fucking each other.

While John and Melissa were still kissing, Brad, after a gulp, asked Margaret, "Mom, uh, Margaret? Would you please marry me, too?"

"Of course I will, you sweet, sexy boy!" Margaret assured him with a happy laugh. "Come here, you!" she urged. Brad wasted no time climbing onto Margaret's voluptuous body, partially squashing Keith and Stephanie in the process, and he and the older redhead began to passionately kiss in turn.

By the time both Keith and Stephanie had, with some good-natured grumbling, extricated themselves from beneath Brad's form, Stephanie looked around eagerly and, seeing that Melissa and her father had would up their kiss, called out, "Melissa, my love? If you're not too busy, would you mind coming over here and telling me you'll marry me, too?"

Melissa instantly turned to her dark-haired girlfriend and, in a voice thick with emotion, replied simply, "Always and forever, my dearest love," before flinging herself onto Stephanie, pressing her lips into those of the slender girl, and grinding her now dripping cunt slit onto Stephanie's upthrust thigh.

Then, to everyone's startled amusement, Keith said, "John, will you please marry me and make me your wife?"

John blinked a couple of times before gracing Keith with a beatific smile. "If that's how you would like our relationship to be, then yes, I would love nothing more than to make you my wife, too."

As Keith moved over to accept his kiss from John, Stephanie pulled her face back from Melissa's and advised her father with a wicked grin, "Actually, Keith makes an absolutely gorgeous girl, Dad. Ask Mom to show you the photos from Halloween. Brad makes a really cute girl, too," she added with a mischievous glance at her brother, who broke off his kiss with Margaret to follow the conversation.

John's eyebrows shot up in obviously keen interest, but he waited until Keith ended their kiss before responding, "Oh, I certainly will," as he gave Margaret a meaningful look before frowning. "But I'm surprised to hear you calling Margaret `Mom', especially since you made such a point of wanting her to be your wife. Are you really okay with that?"

Stephanie shrugged and answered diffidently, "Yeah, I am. It just feels right. As long as you're okay with it, too," she added with an intense look at Margaret.

The older redhead smiled warmly, "I'm way more than okay with it, Stephanie, and I'd be delighted to be both your wife and have you as my daughter, depending on the circumstances. For instance," she continued with an impish twinkle in her eye, "I'll definitely be your mom when it comes time for homework and piano practice."

"Yeah, okay, I get it," Stephanie answered with an exaggeratedly deep sigh, but she smiled as well.

With that lull in the activities, Melissa spotted her chance and said, "Mom? Can I be your wife and your daughter, too? Will you marry me?"

"Oh, my darling baby, I will! With all my heart!" Margaret cried, flinging her arms open wide in eager invitation. Melissa smiled happily and launched herself across the bed to land on her mother's plump, curvaceous form, kissing her fervently, a kiss that was returned just as enthusiastically.

Now Brad saw that his sister wasn't kissing anyone and said, "Stephanie, will you marry me, too, and let me be your husband as well as your brother?"

"Of course, my dear," Stephanie smiled warmly, "And I'll be your wife and – always – your sister. Kiss me!" she commanded firmly. Brad wasted no time planting his lips on his sister's and they ground their lips and bodies together for some time in incestuous bliss.

Keith looked around and saw that both his mother and his sister were currently available but, since his mother was closer, asked, "Mom, will you please marry me, too?"

"Why, Keith, I thought you'd never ask," his mother giggled. "The answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes! And do you want to be my husband or my wife – or does that even really matter?" she asked with a look of understanding.

"I will be whatever you want and need me to be, Mom," Keith vowed, "Always. I love you so much!"

"And I, you," his mother answered as their lips flowed together.

Now John spoke up. "Stephanie, my beloved daughter and light of my life, will you please marry me, too, and make me the happiest man on earth?"

"I will! I will!" Stephanie cried with a giddy laugh. "I'll be your wife, and your daughter, and your lover, and the one who loves you more than life!" She quickly moved over to her father and wormed her way into his lap, managing to wriggle her oozing cunt slit right onto his massive erection and happily slid it up and down her dripping crevice as they kissed.

Once again, Brad and Melissa found themselves temporarily unattended. Brad leaned over and whispered into Melissa's ear, "Each one of these kisses is getting hotter and hotter. I'm not sure how much longer anyone can hold out before they have to stop and fuck!"

"I know; I had the same thought," Melissa whispered back. "And I haven't forgotten how much you still need to pee, my love. I promise I'll take care of you as soon as everyone's finished. Look," she gestured, "Keith's done with Mom. Ask him," she urged with an encouraging smile.

"Uh, yeah, right," Brad replied, appearing momentarily startled as if he hadn't considered that aspect of the process. But he gamely spoke up. "Keith, will you marry me, too? I'll be your husband, or your wife, or whatever you want."

Keith immediately moved over to Brad and took the younger boy's face in his hands, gazing intently into his eyes. "Yes, I sure will marry you, Brad. And you can be whatever you want when Slutty Brad comes out to play," he grinned with a lustful glint in his eye, a look emphasized by Keith reaching out to tease the length of the dark-haired boy's raging hard-on with his finger, making Brad gasp audibly. "And the rest of the time you'll be my little brother, okay?"

"I- I'd like that, more than anything, uh, Brother," Brad replied, sounding deeply moved.

As they kissed deeply and tenderly, all three females on the bed simultaneously murmured, "Aww!" causing John to grin indulgently.

As soon as Keith and Brad ended their kiss, rather reluctantly it seemed since both boys had begun stroking each other's very hard pricks in the process, Melissa piped up, "My turn now. Keith, you were my first man. Please marry me and let me be your wife as well as your sister," she begged.

"Of course I will," Keith assured Melissa with a huge grin. They began to kiss, a kiss that quickly turned decidedly incestuous as Melissa's fingers instinctively wrapped around her brother's rigid erection and began to slowly stroke it, while Keith's fingers began to caress and knead her preternaturally large breasts.

As their breathing grew deeper and their movements more blatantly sexual, Brad hurriedly said with a pointed glance at Keith and Melissa, "Dad, before it's too late, can I ask you to marry me, too. Only..." he hesitated, "I just really want to keep being your son. Don't get me wrong – we can still fuck whenever you want, it's just, well, I just want to do it being your son."

"Oh, my boy, I love you so much!" John breathed, overcome with feeling. "Yes, we'll be married, too, and you keep on being my son that I am so proud of!" This time, John moved away from the headboard and went over to Brad, taking his son in his arms, holding him in a tender embrace, and kissing his lips, opening his mouth to admit Brad's tongue the instant it was offered.

Melissa looked at father and son fondly for a moment before catching her mother's eye. "So, Mom," she began, "What's the plan for the rest of the day, now that everyone has agreed to marry everyone else?"

"Why, to fuck each other silly for the rest of the weekend, of course," her mother replied with a smoky expression. "That sound about right to you?"

"Yes!" Melissa, Stephanie, and Keith all blurted instantly, and then laughed at their shameless eagerness.

"I guess we'll have to make some allowances for, oh, I don't know...food, sleep, stuff like that," Keith suggested. "And don't Brad and Stephanie have piano lessons on Saturday?"

"Well, as to that, their father has actually agreed to call the teacher and say they can't come today," Margaret smiled.

Brad pulled back from his father's lips, crying, "Whoa! Dad! Really? The only time in our lives you let us skip a lesson was, you know," and his voice softened, "The week Mom died."

"Yes, that's true," John nodded at his son and glance over at Stephanie to include her as well. "But today seems like an equally important day, though thankfully in a happy and not a sad way. But yes, kids, I'm just as anxious to be able to spend two days doing nothing but make love to my family, so I'll call Mrs. Kohler in a bit and let her know a surprise family get-together came up and we'll have to cancel this week."

"Wow! That's totally great!" Stephanie cried, flinging her arms around her father's neck and hugging him tightly before raising her head up. "So that mean's we're ready to start fucking, right? Oooh! Who's doing what?" she asked with wanton enthusiasm.

"Well, before we do anything else," Melissa answered firmly, "We have two poor boys here who have been holding in their piss for an hour since they got up and they desperately need some relief. Mom?" she asked, giving her mother a sly look, "I seem to recall you getting kind of excited watching me squirt piss out of my cunt and ass all over myself before you had to go to pick up John and Stephanie yesterday morning. Would you like it if Keith and Brad pissed into your holes and then we held you up so you could spray it everywhere?"

"Ohhh, my God!" Margaret moaned in response, "You remembered! Yes! Absolutely! John," she said, turning to the older man, "I probably don't really need it after everything you put me through last night, but would you please grab that bottle of oil and make sure my asshole is nice and slippery?" As John moved to obey with a knowing grin, Margaret turned to the two boys who were both kneeling in front of her on the bed, their cocks sticking straight out and lustful gleams in their eyes. "Okay, my sons, who wants my ass and who wants my cunt to fill up?"

Brad and Keith looked at each other; Brad said "Cunt!" at the same moment Keith said "Ass!" and so it was decided.

"Hey, Mom, I've got another idea!" Melissa piped up with a smoldering look. "Why don't we get your hips up in the air now? That way John can get your butthole all lubed and then the guys can just pee right down into you and you won't spill a drop until you're ready. Would you like that?"

"You know I would," her mother growled huskily. "It's so incredible being married to all these people who get me!" She flopped down onto her back and hoisted her hips and legs up in the air, aided by Melissa, and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Okay, love, here comes the oil," John warned as he squirted a stream of the clear fluid straight down into her anus.

"Ooooh, that's cold! And feels so weird," Margaret commented with a puzzled look.

"That's because it's going right down inside you, Mom," Melissa answered with an amused expression. "In fact, both your holes are pretty wide open. We could tell the two of you were having a good time from the way you were screaming all night, Mom, but I can see it was an even wilder time than we realized."

"I can't imagine what you're talking about," her mother sniffed but with a decidedly smoldering look in her eyes at the memory.

"Oh, yeah, definitely fisted, both holes," Stephanie remarked sagely, stepping up to peer down at Margaret's upraised crotch.

"For your information," her father informed her with mock severity as he pushed a couple of fingers into Margaret's oil-slickened anus, making the buxom redhead groan with pleasure, "Only her vagina got fisted. Her ass was, well, just me," he added with a self-conscious look.

"Dad! Since your dick is as big around as my hand, it's the same difference!" Stephanie laughed. "Oh, Mom! You really did it to yourself, didn't you? Are you sure you're gonna' be okay to fuck today?"

"Try me!" Margaret hissed, shooting Stephanie a defiant look.

"Okay, okay," Stephanie laughed. "And I will. Try you, that is. Every chance I get," she promised. "Ah," she announced, seeing her father's fingers pulled out of Margaret's distended bung hole. "Your turn, my brothers. Relief is at hand!" she giggled.

The process turned out to be more awkward than anticipated, mainly because both boy's dicks were so hard they struggled to get them bent downwards enough to work them into Margaret's upraised orifices, but at last, by leaning forward and holding on to each other for support, Keith and Brad managed to get their straining cocks inserted into her properly and, with groans of relief, were soon emptying their swollen bladders into the plump redhead's openings.

Margaret began to moan excitedly almost from the start. "Ohhh, my God! I can feel you! That's amazing!" With a wink at Melissa, Stephanie managed to work her hand in between her brother's body and Margaret's cunt and massage her erect clitoris. "Haaahhhh!" Margaret gasped. "Oh, fuck, yes! Do that, Stephanie!" she urged, beginning to pant heavily.

"Empty," Keith announced with a grin and Brad soon echoed him. Both boys pulled their cocks out of the woman, though for some strange reason, neither erection showed the slightest sign of receding. "Okay, Mom...ready to squirt?" her son asked with an unabashed leer.

"Wait!" Melissa cried. "If anyone else needs to pee – like me!" she grinned, "Get over Mom, too, so she can get it all at once."

"Ohhh! Thank you, my baby," Margaret moaned appreciatively despite clenching her teeth in the effort to hold everything inside her.

Stephanie and John both flashed Melissa a knowing look before taking places in front of and behind Margaret's raised crotch that the boys had just vacated; Melissa straddled her mother's head. "Okey-dokey, Mom!" Melissa cried breezily. "Let us spray!"

Her mother groaned, though whether at Melissa's bad pun or the relief at letting everything out she'd been straining to contain wasn't clear. At any event, twin fountains of pungent liquid quickly spouted from Margaret's anus and cunt hole, amplified by her own contribution as she released her own bladder as well. The fluid splashed down onto the bed behind her and all over her body in front, though plenty got onto Stephanie's taut abdomen, too. Stephanie, too, released a strong flow of golden urine onto Margaret, covering her pendulous breasts so they glistened with droplets.

Melissa frowned in concentration for a moment but soon her stream of piss joined the others; most of hers landed directly onto her mother's face, who closed her eyes against the sting but opened her mouth welcomingly to accept as much as she could, swallowing repeatedly with satisfied moans. Melissa smiled down at her mother's eager response, one she could completely relate to, and she vowed to volunteer for the same treatment the next time the opportunity arose. Then she glanced up and noticed that John was still standing behind her mother's upraised buttocks and holding his huge, very hard cock in his hand and she gave him a puzzled look.

John just shot Melissa a wicked grin and then, as the last bit of yellow liquid bubbled out of her mother's anus, John deftly pushed his cock down into the piss-covered woman's yawning butthole.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" Margaret groaned at the unexpected intrusion, "What are you doing to me, baby?"

"Refill," John replied simply with a naughty smile, and then he allowed his own bladder to empty into Margaret's bowels.

"Aaggghhhh!" Margaret moaned with erotic excitement, "I can feel it! Oh, God! There's so much!" she purred happily. "Hoh! Oh, God! Damn, girl!" she gasped at Stephanie as she felt the slim twelve-year-old begin to rapidly buzz the older woman's turgid clit. "I h-hope you- hunnnggghhh! Meant to- oooohhh! Make me come- haaaggghh! `Cause I'm- hoh! Going to in about- God! Three seconds if you- hunnnggghh! Hunnggghhh! Hunggghh! Keep that up!" she moaned, panting and gasping heavily.

"Try to wait until Dad's finished, Mom," Stephanie advised with a smoky burr in her voice. "That way you can squirt it everywhere when you come."

"Oooh, that's- hoh! Really naughty, sexy girl!" Margaret groaned, gritting her teeth in an effort to stave off the climax that was already starting to gnaw at her quivering pussy. "I- hoh! I'll try!" she promised.

"Done!" John announced loudly as he pulled his still-dribbling prick out of Melissa's mother's anus. "You can let go now, love!"

"Gaaaggghhhhh!" Margaret howled gutturally as she expelled the fresh load of piss from her swollen bowels, squirting it up in a column nearly three feet in the air. Before the liquid could even splash back down onto her body, she was shuddering and jerking spasmodically in the throes of a powerful, gut-wrenching orgasm. The rest of the family watched, utterly spellbound, as the voluptuous redhead quivered and writhed, her face locked in a tight grimace and her desperate gasps whistling between clenched teeth. Rivulets of strong-smelling liquid streamed down her plump, upraised body to pool in the crevice under her full, jiggling breasts.

Stephanie glanced over Melissa's mother's still-jerking body and raised her eyebrows inquiringly. Melissa knew at once that Stephanie was asking if she should keep up the frenetic buzzing of Margaret's clit and drive her into unconsciousness. Melissa nodded vigorously and then was surprised and impressed when her black-haired girlfriend bent down and sucked Margaret's rhythmically pulsing clit between her lips despite the generous amount of piss covering it and began to lash it with her tongue at a wild pace, swinging her head rapidly from side to side to accentuate the obscene motion of her lips and tongue on the woman's hard nub.

Margaret's entire body suddenly exploded in a paroxysm of flailing arms and legs, her torso writhing so violently that John stepped up and gently lowered the thrashing woman back to the bed. Stephanie never relinquished her hold with her lips and tongue on Margaret's throbbing clit, following her down as well, and continuing her relentless assault on the helpless woman's sex organ. The others watched in libidinous fascination as one climax after another coursed through Margaret's defenseless body while Stephanie kept up her furious cunnilingus.

And then, just as suddenly, Margaret expelled the air from her lungs with an audible whoosh and her body went instantly limp and still. "Way to go, Steph!" Mellissa exulted. "You got her good!"

"Indeed, my girl," John smiled, his eyes glittering with undisguised lust. His giant prick was standing straight up out out from his lanky body; clearly, he had found the sight of his multi-orgasmic fiancé just as arousing as everyone else. "That was a very nice way to welcome Margaret into the family," he smiled approvingly at Stephanie, who shrugged diffidently but appeared pleased at her father's compliment.

John looked around. "While Margaret is recovering, why don't a couple of you grab a damp washcloth and a couple of dry towels to get the poor woman cleaned up a bit before we start up anything new?"

"I'll go," Melissa immediately volunteered. "Steph, I'll bet your tongue – and the rest of you – could use a rest," she giggled with a telling look at the slim girl.

"Sounds good to me," Stephanie murmured with obvious relief and she flopped down onto the bed beside Melissa's mother who was now beginning to snore softly.

"I'll come with you," Brad said to Melissa who acknowledged her boyfriend with a smile. The pair quickly returned, and they, along with John and Keith, gently wiped down and dried the still-unconscious woman.

"So," Melissa ventured with a sidelong glance at John as they worked, "It sounds like everything worked out even better than I'd dreamed last night. What did you all do? Or more to the point, what did you do to Mom? We could hear her screaming until...it must have been like three in the morning," she added with an inquiring look at the older man.

"Hmm," John mused with an odd look at Melissa. "Normally I'd be tempted to say that was all none of your business. But-" And he held up a forestalling hand at the pout that was already starting to form on Melissa's lip, "Things like privacy about our sex lives don't really apply, do they?" he grinned. "So in answer to your question, yes, things worked out so well that I still keep feeling like I should pinch myself to make sure I'm not still dreaming all this. And yes, your mother managed to have so many wild, screaming orgasms that there was no point in trying to keep count. I managed to come a few times, too," he added with a lurid grin. "Of course, we were both pretty sexually worked up by the time we got here because of what happened after dinner."

"Yeah, Mom hinted that something pretty hot happened but said she'd have to tell us later, since she had this gorgeous, naked man waiting for her," Melissa sniggered. "So what happened?" she demanded eagerly.

"I suppose your mom won't mind if I tell you," John replied, and went on to describe Margaret's unplanned exhibition in the car on the way back from the airport and how much it turned both of them on, then on to their dirty dancing that resulted in her climaxing while another couple indulged in a public blow job right beside them.

"Dang!" Keith murmured, his rock-hard prick twitching dangerously with arousal at the older man's titillating tale.

"Something else you and Mom share, eh?" Stephanie teased, giving significant looks at Melissa and Brad.

"Except that I didn't get to come that first time!" Melissa protested with a giggle, "After old Mrs. Gunderson interrupted us."

"But you made up for it later with Brad in our living room," the dark-haired girl pointed out with a grin.

"By the way, Melissa, your mother knows all about that now," John informed her with a droll look.

"Really?!" Melissa cried in a brief moment of panic before she relaxed and shrugged fatalistically. "Like you said, John, no more privacy about our sex lives. But thanks for telling me that she already knows. Uh, what else does she know?" she asked, shooting the older man a sidelong look.

"Well, pretty much everything that concerned me, now," he smiled. "That's basically how we spent the rest of the night after we'd gotten the first, amazing fuck out of the way." His face took on a dreamy cast.

"Hmmm, that must have been some fuck, Dad," Stephanie observed with obvious interest.

"That it was," he replied, giving his daughter an intense look. "From what she told me, it was as good for me as your first fuck with her was."

"Mmmm, that good," Stephanie murmured. "I'm really glad. So you guys told each other about everything you'd been doing with all of us? Nothing left out?"

"Everything," her father confirmed decidedly. "The only things we skipped over were the things we all did together; I figure you guys can take turns filling her in. And you can do the same about what you all did together this last week. Including," he added with a blatantly lust-filled grin, "About dressing the boys up as girls. That sounds absolutely fascinating."

"It was," Melissa confirmed, shooting fond looks at her brother and Brad, "Although I have to admit that the boys made better-looking girls than I made as a boy."

"Oh, so it went both ways?" John's eyebrows shot up. "Interesting. Yep, definitely want to see those pictures. But to answer your earlier question, Stephanie, yes, we told each other everything we'd done with each of you, especially how we first came to have sex with you in turn. Those stories were so hot that we both ended up coming, well, like I said, we lost count."

"So that's what all the screaming was about," Brad chuckled with a nod of comprehension. "I guess that does explain it."

"Who explains what?" Melissa's mother suddenly asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Welcome back, my love," John said with a tender look. "I was just catching the rest of the family up on all our doings last night."

"Oh. Oh!" Margaret replied, her cheeks instantly coloring. "All of them?" she asked weakly.

"All of them," John assured her with a grin, "And everyone was highly interested. Hence the raging hard-ons all three of us boys have."

"Hmmm, yes, I can see that," Margaret murmured appreciatively as her eyes lingered over three rock-hard pricks. "And did you ladies find it interesting, too?" she asked with smoky looks at Stephanie and her daughter.

"Very," Melissa grinned, "And I'm really glad you and John told each other everything, too. I was especially interested in hearing about the way you managed to come in front of strangers, too. Twice!" she grinned.

"Just following my daughter's example, from what I hear," her mother shot back with a grin just as broad. "Though I have to say I even surprised myself with how turned on it got me letting John make me come while that young man was watching from his truck!" she shook her head in wonder. "I never suspected I had that kind of exhibitionist streak before. Maybe," her expression turned speculative, "I've just gotten so used to having sex in front of other people over the past three weeks that it just didn't seem that big a deal to me anymore."

"So..." Stephanie asked with a penetrating look, "It sounds like you might be interested in continuing swinging with Dad the way our mom did, huh?"

"We did talk about that," Margaret acknowledged seriously. "I have to confess that the idea doesn't sound near as shocking as it would have a few weeks ago. But then, I suppose, neither does a lot of other things I've been involved with lately, hmmm?" she asked with a small smile. "The only real concern I have is that's something I wouldn't be able to include you guys in."

"Oh, I think we might find something to keep ourselves busy if you guys wanted to have a party like that," Stephanie replied with a suggestive grin. "Assuming it's something you really wanted to do."

"Yeah, and it's really convenient since now we have two houses," Brad observed. "You could party in one and we could party in the other."

"Huh," Margaret nodded with a bemused look. "It sounds to me as if you guys actually like the idea of John and me keeping up the, well, family tradition," she observed, flashing John a quick look,

"As long as you take video we can all watch later!" Keith blurted eagerly.

"I see," his mother nodded with a knowing smile. "I suspect that could be arranged." John nodded in silent agreement as well, a droll expression on his face. "However, as far as I'm concerned, while I think I'm willing to try that at some point, honestly? I'm not in any hurry, my loves. There's so much I still have to learn and discover about sex with this incredible family." She looked around the room. "Speaking of which, thank you all for that incredible time you just gave me – you drove me right out of my mind, especially you, young lady," she said with a pointed look at Stephanie, "And I promise I'm going to get you back for that."

"I sure hope so, Mom!" Stephanie grinned. "I can hardly wait."

"You don't know what I might have in mind for you," Margaret pointed out.

"Doesn't matter," Stephanie shrugged, cocking her head in a sultry pose. "You know you can do anything you want to me and I'll love it! But I'm thinking that, if we're getting ready for our next family fuck, you haven't tried having three dicks at once in you. Unless," and she shot Margaret and arch look, "There are a few more things you still haven't told us."

"Oh, I don't think I have any more secrets at all – from any of you," Margaret murmured, glancing around at the five totally nude family members surrounding her. "And yes, I would like to try that very much!"

"Great!" Melissa replied enthusiastically. "Now all you need to decide is which guy goes where!"

"Oh, that's true. Hmm, decisions, decisions," her mother murmured as she cast her eyes once more at the three still very hard pricks adorning the males. "John, my love, would you please lie down on your back so I can get Monstro filling my pussy up the way only you can do?"

"With pleasure," John grinned, immediately lying down with his head on the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Margaret murmured appreciatively, letting her eyes roam up and down the length of the man's massive cock, whose veins were throbbing visibly with excitement in it. "Okay, I can't wait any longer for that!" she declared decisively and, without another word, straddled his hips and eased the gargantuan organ into her alreadly loose and oozing cunt hole, groaning with satisfaction as she did.

"Damn!" Stephanie swore, "I might have known it. Look, Mel! She can get all of him inside her!"

"She's the only woman I've ever known who could," her father pointed out soothingly.

"Huh," Stephanie nodded at last, "I guess she really is perfect for you."

"You all are perfect for me, sweetheart, just like you're perfect for all of us," her father answered tenderly. "Ohhh! That feels incredible, love," he murmured to Margaret as she began to work her hips up and down, plunging his huge prick into her vagina even more deeply. "Who's next, and where?"

"I haven't forgotten, love," Margaret giggled happily. "Brad, how'd you like to fuck my ass, my baby?"

"I- I'd like that a lot!" Brad blurted with a gulp. He immediately grabbed the bottle of oil that had been discarded near the edge of the bed.

"You won't need much of that, I don't guess," Stephanie observed dryly. "Not after Dad's already just stretched her out."

"Don't be catty, love, it doesn't suit you," Margaret sniffed. "But she's right, son. Just get your own dick nice and slippery; my butt hole is already well lubed from before." As Brad busied himself slathering a generous coating of oil onto his rigid prick, Margaret turned to her son. "You know where that leaves you, my sexy son, don't you?" she asked impishly.

"Sure do!" Keith grinned. "John, would you mind if I sat on your face for this?"

"I was hoping you'd say that!" the older man replied with a leer. "I'll be happy to tongue your ass while your mom tongues your cock! Climb aboard, son!" he invited.

Keith scrambled to straddle John's face with indecent haste and proferred his iron-hard cock to his mother's lips, groaning with bliss as he felt John's long, strong tongue plunge deeply up his anus. "I never get tired of how good that feels, Dad," he murmured. "Ohhh!" he moaned suddenly as his mother's lips closed around his stiff prick and began to slowly lick around the bulbous, swollen head. "Or that, Mom!" he added, his breathing already starting to quicken.

Then it was Melissa's mother's turn to moan as Brad finally entered her from behind and plunged his boyish cock into her asshole all the way to his balls. "I think she likes that, Bro," Stephanie grinned lasciviously.

"Hmm-hmm," Margaret nodded vigorously, her voice muffled because her mouth was full of Keith's prick which she was now earnestly working on cramming further and further down her gullet, her throat bulging prominently with each new swallow.

Melissa and Stephanie watched, completely enthralled, as the curvaceous woman got more and more of her teenaged son's hard prick down her throat until, with one determined plunge, she engulfed the entire length of Keith's organ and gobbled greedily with her lips in the pubic hair at its base, attempting to work still more of her son's cock down her throat.

"Gaagggghhh!" Keith gasped aloud at the exquisite sensation. "Ohhh, God, Mom! That's- hoh! That's incredible! Only," he groaned, "Better, uh, back off a bit," he warned sheepishly.

With a smug smile on her face, Margaret released her hold on Keith's cock and allowed it to pull free for a moment. Keith puffed hard with relief. "Thanks. You damn near made me lose it right then!"

"I wouldn't have minded, love," his mother panted as John and Brad steadily thrust together into her nether holes. She enthusiastically pushed back hard, meeting each plunge and driving their cocks deeply into her body. "But that's- ohhh! Fine if you- hunggggh! Want to come- hoh! When everyone else does!" She reached up and took Keith's rock-hard, glistening prick back into her mouth and began sucking it in time with the vigorous thrusting Brad and John were doing into her ass and cunt. Keith grimaced – clearly, he was still very close to a climax – but he managed to restrain himself, helped by his mother reaching up and tightly squeezing the base of his prick once.

"Oh! Dang! That helped! Thanks, Mom," Keith said with breathless appreciation.

"So what do you think, lover?" Stephanie asked Margaret, her own voice husky with growing sexual arousal. "You like this way to fuck?"

"Definitely!" the older woman replied with a soft moan as she temporarily allowed her son's prick to slip out of her mouth in order to answer. "Th-thank you for- hoh! Oh, God! Being willing to share!"

"Always, my love," Stephanie murmured softly as Margaret resumed her incestuous fellatio on Keith. She glanced across the four earnestly fucking family members to Melissa on the other side of the rutting pile and raised her eyebrows. "Now that they're all settled, what do you want to do?"

Melissa briefly considered simply pulling Stephanie aside and making love to her on the bed beside the others but then had another thought. "I seem to remember making good use of your dad's hand when you were getting the same treatment," she smiled smokily, "And I do believe he's got two hands that aren't being used much now."

"Yeah, and I seem to recall that ended up with you getting fisted in your cunt, too," Stephanie replied with a significant look. "I don't suppose that's what you have in mind again, hmmm?"

"Maybe," Melissa smiled wickedly.

"Okay, let's do it," Stephanie agreed suddenly with an odd look on her face.

"Wait," Melissa said, startled. "Are you saying you want your dad to fist your cunt, too?"

Stephanie shrugged uncertainly. "Maybe. I don't know. Everyone else seems to love it so much."

"Oh, Steph!" Melissa cried in alarm, "Really? And if you do want to try it, are you sure you want to start with your dad's hand?" Both Brad and Keith were now looking at the slim twelve-year-old with expressions of concern and even Margaret had ceased sucking Keith's cock and was listening intently.

"His hand isn't much bigger around than his dick, and that fits inside me just fine," Stephanie answered with a challenging jut to her jaw.

"Uh, yeah, it really is," Melissa replied gently. "Bigger around, that is." She had a sudden idea. "Look, love, if you really want to try that, why don't you start with me? Come around here on this side and lie down with your head the other way. That way John can work on getting his hand up my cunt hole, and I can do the same to you. Plus, I can lick your clit at the same time – you already know you can take four of my fingers once you get hot enough," she added with a sidelong glance.

"I really think that's a wiser idea if you're really determined to do this for the first time," Margaret advised, raising her head up from sucking Keith's cock. "If you decide you like it enough to want to keep doing it, you can work up to getting your dad's hand in there later."

Stephanie shrugged in acceptance, "Yeah, okay." She grabbed the bottle of baby oil and brought it over to where Melissa was. "We're gonna' need this."

With a satisfied nod, Margaret went back to gobbling her son's stiff prick; neither Brad nor John had slackened their steady plowing of her nether holes during the entire conversation and the older woman was soon whimpering and moaning loudly once more.

"Uh, I guess I should have asked you first, too, John. Would you mind fisting my pussy for me while you're taking care of Keith's butt, too?" Melissa asked the older man.

"Since you seem to share your mother's enthusiasm for it, I'd love to," John smiled, pulling his head back from between Keith's flexing butt cheeks for a quick moment. "How do you want to work this?"

"Uh, I think if I kneel down right here," and Melissa gestured at a spot on the bed even with John's nipples, "You should be able to reach everything just fine. Here, let me get your hand all lubed up," she suggested. John nodded his agreement with a lurid glint in his eye and went back to tongue-fucking Keith's anus, making the teen boy groan once more with pleasure.

With an indulgent smile at her brother, whose eyes were closed blissfully as his cock and anus were being so serviced by the two adults, Melissa busied herself with squirting oil all over John's helpfully upraised hand and then squeezed some into her vagina. Then, with an inner shrug, she also squirted some oil directly up her butthole.

Stephanie noticed and raised her eyes. "You planning on getting Dad to stretch both your holes, then?"

"We'll see," Melissa smiled sheepishly. "You know how I get." She knelt down on the bed and leaned forward onto her elbows with her large, round butt raised up in the air.

"I know how you get," Stephanie smiled dryly. The dark-haired seventh grader lay on her back with her knees up, opening her crotch invitingly to Melissa.

"God! You're so beautiful, Steph!" Melissa murmured appreciatively, her eyes drinking in her young lover's perfectly formed cunt, framed by a sparse fringe of soft, black hair and her inner labia pushing out past the rounded ridges of her outer cunt lips, purple and engorged in her profound sexual excitement.

"I'm just me," Stephanie murmured, "But it's nice to hear you say so. I'm ready, love," she urged.

Melissa could smell her girlfriend's pussy as it oozed quim from the crevice and thought to herself that Stephanie looked like she was already so wet, she wouldn't need much extra lubricant, but went ahead and squeezed a generous amount of the slick fluid into her cunt hole nevertheless, figuring it wouldn't hurt. Finally, she oiled up her hand thoroughly before turning back and announcing, "Okay, Dad. I'm all set here and ready for you."

"And did I understand you want me to put my hand in both your pussy and your ass?" John asked, his voice thick with lust. "Any preference where I start?"

"Pussy, I guess," Melissa replied with a husky giggle, "But either is fine."

"Okay, here goes," the older man warned as he pressed three slimy fingers into the opening of her vagina, pushing firmly. "Huh!" he chuckled, "You're already pretty loose," as his tripled fingers slid into her body with little resistance. "Must have been quite the night for your last night," he observed.

"Uh, actually, it was her ass that was getting all the fisting yesterday," Brad piped up with a wicked grin, "So if her pussy is loose, that's probably just `cause she wants you so much!"

"Brad!" Stephanie cried, "That's rude!"

"No, he's absolutely right," Melissa remarked, giving Brad an adoring look. "He's getting to know me really well."

"Good for you then, Bro," Stephanie nodded approvingly.

"Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned suddenly as John added a fourth one of his strong, thick fingers pressing into her pubescent cunt hole, "G-give me a minute to get used to that, okay, Dad?" she begged.

"Hmm-hay," John nodded in understanding from between Keith's ass cheeks, holding his fingers in position.

"Thanks," Melissa murmured before turning her attention to Stephanie. "Okay, lover, I'm starting. Just let me know whenever you want me to stop."

"I'll be fine as long as you're licking my clit at the same time," the slim twelve-year-old suggested pointedly.

"Okay, okay, got it," Melissa laughed and lowered her face to her dark-haired girlfriend's twat, starting to slowly lick the nubile girl's turgid clit.

"Ohhhh, God, yes!" Stephanie moaned, her hips rising unconsciously in an attempt to push more of her mons into Melissa's mouth. "Hoh! Oh, fuck! How many fingers is that?" she groaned suddenly.

"Three, baby," Melissa informed her before resuming her Sapphic cunnilingus. "You want me to hold up?"

"Just a minute, yeah," Stephanie nodded, starting to breathe deeply from her rapidly rising sexual excitement.

Melissa continued to hold her fingers in position while she ardently lapped her girlfriend's hard clit until she was startled to realize that she no longer felt so uncomfortable in her vagina. "Ready for another finger, Dad!" she called out. "Oh! Oh, God! Okay, give me a minute to get used to that!" she pleaded as she felt her vaginal ring being painfully distended.

At that moment Brad announced delightedly, "Mom's coming! I can feel her ass squeezing my dick!" Indeed, while Melissa and Stephanie were distracted by their own depraved activities, Margaret had been moaning more and more loudly and her entire torso was now writhing and shuddering uncontrollably.

"Nice," Keith murmured, his eyes gleaming with incestuous lust. "Only back off a bit," he advised. "Let's let her have a bunch of nice orgasms she can actually stay conscious enough to enjoy," he explained with a wry smile, "Before we make her come so hard she blacks out again," he added with an evil glint in his eye.

"Sounds good to me," Brad agreed, and John nodded and murmured something that they assumed was concurrance from his place under Keith's butthole. Brad and John both slackened the tempo of their fucking and allowed the climaxing woman to recover some before resuming their steady plunges into her anal and vaginal openings. Margaret murmured something appreciative despite her mouthful of her son's rock-hard prick.

While Stephanie was distracted by the events going on with Margaret beside her, Melissa surreptitiously managed to push her tripled fingers deeply up her girlfriend's slippery cunt hole, her palm resting on the soft flesh of her labia, and tenuously tried putting in her little finger as well. Stephanie grunted but didn't seem to be unduly distressed so Melissa continued to press inward. At the same time, she stepped up the pace of her tonguing of Stephanie's clit so that the slender girl was gasping and moaning aloud, pulling Melissa's face more firmly into her yearning pussy with both hands on the back of her head.

Melissa could feel John deliberately working his hand in and out, rotating the four fingers in her cunt to further stretch and widen her opening and decided she was getting aroused enough herself she didn't want to wait any longer. "Do it, Dad!" she commanded in a guttural moan. "I'm ready. Give me everything!" There was a brief pause as John repositioned his hand, and then, "Gaaagggghhhh!" Melissa shrieked as the full width of the older man's hand squeezed painfully past her vaginal annulus and then began to gasp uncontrollably as the widest part passed and the pain began its now-familiar transformation into acute sexual pleasure. "Ohhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Thank you, Dad! I love it when you fill me up! Haaggghhhh!" she squealed once more as he withdrew his hand and plunged it back into her gaping cunt hole once more. "Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fuck, yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!" she begged, feeling the first stirrings of a climax already starting to well up from deep within her loins.

The gasping, redheaded girl realized she had better quickly refocus on Stephanie before she became too overwhelmed by climaxes, and Melissa resumed buzzing her girlfriend's erect clitoris with her tongue, trying to drive Stephanie into a climax so she could push her entire hand up the slim girl's cunt at the same time.

Now it was Stephanie's turn to begin crying out passionately, alternatively gasping and whimpering piteously as Melissa's tongue relentlessly lashed her throbbing, swollen button. The instant Melissa felt Stephanie's clit and vagina begin to pulse rhythmically, she furiously jammed her entire hand into the black-haired girl's quivering vagina.

"Haaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" Stephanie shrieked, a scream that rose and rose in pitch as Melissa continued to flick her girlfriend's pulsing clit while at the same time pulling her hand all the way out of her cruelly stretched pussy hole and driving it back in. Stephanie's hips rose up, lifting the middle of her body completely off the bed as her torso writhed and shuddered in the throes of an unbelievably intense climax.

Then, just as Melissa, too, felt an orgasm erupt within her cunt, John unexpectedly pulled his embedded hand all the way out, only to plunge it without warning or preamble into her still very loose and gaping anus. "Haaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!" Melissa howled hoarsely as a brand-new climax suddenly tore into her, leaving her helpless in its grip. She felt John's hand pushing, pushing, pushing inexorably deeper into her bowels until she felt she couldn't possibly be more filled up and then he held himself in that position as yet another orgasm exploded between her legs and her body jerked and trembled helplessly.

Melissa did her best, despite the mind-blowing climaxes that continued to wrack her plump, convulsing body, to continue to buzz Stephanie's throbbing clit, and felt another climax manifest itself in that rhythmically pulsing organ, accompanied by a spray of warm, acrid liquid as her girlfriend's bladder involuntarily released. Melissa lapped and swallowed as much as she could of the pungent urine, though she could tell she was close to losing consciousness herself. Vaguely, beyond her own and Stephanie's orgiastic screams, she heard her mother's keen wailing and the grunts from all three males as they emptied their thick, creamy jism into all the woman's orifices simultaneously and knew that all four of them were coming as well.

Melissa felt her own bladder give way, followed immediately by the accustomed roaring in her ears and tunnel vision. And then, oblivion.

 

The first thing Melissa was aware of when her eyelids fluttered open once more was a dull, throbbing ache between her legs which puzzled her until her brain unfogged enough to remember that she'd allowed John to fist both her pussy and her ass. She grimaced self-deprecatingly at her own wanton impulses but decided in the end it was still worth it and sat up to see where the rest of her family was. She found Brad sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed surveying all three female family members with a look that was part adoration and part protectiveness; he reminded Melissa of an attentive watchdog, a thought that made her smile fondly. Both Stephanie and her mother were still sprawled out on the bed, their arms and legs akimbo, and both were snoring softly.

Melissa saw Brad catch her eye and whispered, "Hey. Where are the other guys?"

"Hey, yourself," Brad whispered back with a grin. "They're downstairs, fixing breakfast, I think. You okay?" he asked with a sympathetic frown.

"Ohh, you know, the usual," Melissa winced as the pain between her legs momentarily increased as she shifted her body. "I'm sore, but that sort of comes with the territory." She shot Brad a suggestive leer. "You know, I've probably got both my holes wide open now. In case you wanted to peek inside me again."

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, I would!" Brad whispered eagerly. Smiling indulgently at her boyfriend's fascination with every aspect of her body, Melissa lay back down and pulled her fleshy thighs up to her ample breasts, opening her vulva up completely to the boy's prurient inspection. He wasted no time in scrambling over, putting his face so close to her crotch that Melissa could feel his warm breath in her stretched and sensitive orifices. "Dang! You're right, Mel," Brad breathed softly, sounding impressed. "I can see right up into both of them. C-can I touch them?" he asked hopefully.

"Gently, my love, gently. But sure," Melissa nodded. She sucked in her breath as she felt his finger probing around the overstretched anal sphincter but quickly relaxed in surprise as she realized that it actually felt good, and she told her boyfriend so.

"Huh," Brad smiled, "I'm glad. I like to make you feel good. Maybe it's kind of like massaging a muscle when you pull it," he mused. "Here, let's try your pussy now. How's that feel?" he asked as he tenderly ran a finger around the gaping opening to her vagina.

"Nice, actually," Melissa nodded. She partially sat up to see what he was doing.

"Whoa!" Brad murmured in surprise.

"What?" Melissa asked, somewhat alarmed.

"Oh, no, nothing bad," her eighth-grade boyfriend quickly replied, "It's just that when you sat up like that, it kind of pushed all the inside of your, uh, your vagina out. There was this funny kind of round thing with a hole in it."

"That's called my cervix, love," Melissa answered, grateful that her mother had given her that book a few months ago that explained all about sex, not to mention men's and women's anatomy. "That's the entrance to my womb, where our babies will grow," she added mischievously, fully aware of Brad's desire to get her pregnant at the earliest possible opportunity. "Normally it's way in the back of my vagina, but I guess with me stretched out like this, it pushes out."

"Wow, that's really cool!" Brad murmured hoarsely, clearly enthralled. "Do it again!"

Melissa obligingly clenched her abdominal muscles to bear down on her yawning vaginal opening. "It's working!" Brad swallowed.

Melissa tried to hold the awkward pose as long as she could. "Hoh! That feels really weird," she whispered, conscious of the two sleeping females beside her. "What are you doing?"

"Just touching it," Brad replied. "It's kind of hard," he commented.

Suddenly Melissa felt a sharp pain. "Ow!" she hissed, "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Brad blurted, hastily removing his finger. "I tried putting my finger up the hole in it."

"Really?" Melissa frowned. "If just putting a finger in it hurts, what's it going to be like when a baby is trying come out?" she wondered with some trepidation.

"What's this about babies coming out," Melissa heard her mother murmur from the other side of the bed. Melissa explained about what they were doing and what it felt like when Brad attempted to penetrate her cervix.

"You can really push it all the way out your cunt hole?" her mother blinked, startled. "This, I've got to see," and she crawled carefully around the still-slumbering Stephanie. Once she had her face in between Melissa's legs, the pubescent girl squeezed her muscles once more. "Well, I'll be God damned," her mother cursed in amazement. "I wonder if that's what happens to me when I get fisted there."

"We'll have to see next time that happens," Melissa noted, adding with a sly look, "And something tells me that will probably happen sooner rather than later."

Her mother shot her a look but raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement. "You're probably right about that. Can't let you have all the fun," she added deadpan. "But as far as babies coming out of there, you're right – it does hurt like hell for a while, and a lot of what's going on while you're in labor is stretching that opening enough to let the baby get through. Something to think about before you rush into getting pregnant the first chance you get," she added pointedly.

"You did it," Melissa retorted mildly, refusing to be intimidated.

"Yeah, and I was, like, eight years older than you, too," her mother shot back with a frown. "Ten, by the time I had you."

"Well, I'm not going to get pregnant right away, either, as much as Brad would like it if I did," Melissa shrugged with a slight smile at her boyfriend, who smiled back unabashedly.

"That's good," her mother nodded. "The longer you wait – up to a point – the more ready your body will be to handle it."

"Someone pregnant already?" Stephanie broke in muzzily, blinking several times to clear her vision.

"Welcome back, lover," Margaret smiled tenderly. "No, no one's getting pregnant yet. How are you doing?" she asked, her voice full of concern. "Are you sorry you tried fisting now?"

"No, I'm not," Stephanie shook her head firmly. "Okay, sure, I'm sore down there now. But God! That was intense! I don't think I've ever come quite like that," she murmured earnestly. "It's like when Dad's fucking me, only more so. You know? The way it hurts at first and then, even though you know deep down it still hurts, all of a sudden it just feels so good, too!"

"Yep, we know that feeling, alright," her brother smiled.

"That's right! You do!" Stephanie grinned at her sibling.

"Uh, now that we're all awake," Margaret interrupted reluctantly, fascinated with the interplay between Stephanie and her brother, "What's happening now? Where are John and Keith?"

"They're downstairs," Brad informed her. "I think they went to get breakfast ready. They asked me to stay with you guys so someone would be here when you woke up."

"Oh, how nice. Thank you, Brad," Margaret smiled warmly. She looked around. "Well, I guess I'd better get down there and see if there's anything I can do to help, though Keith knows where everything is," she acknowledged with a smile. "What I suggest is that the three of you get your morning shower done – I'll send Keith up to join you – and everyone should get their enemas done, too, since I do think the rest of the day all of us are going to spend a lot of time in each other's holes," she grinned.

"Uh, yeah, you're probably right about that," Melissa smiled. She looked at Brad and Stephanie. "Ready to get clean and ready for today's family fuck-fest?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, yeah!" Stephanie heartily agreed, and Brad echoed her.

"Good," her mother nodded. "Come on down for breakfast as soon as you're done." The three youths promised they would and headed out the door, noting as they left that Margaret was pulling the piss-damp sheets off the bed once more in preparation for changing them.

Once in the bathroom, Melissa pulled the enema kit out from the cupboard under the sink before frowning uncertainly. "Uh, one thing," she grimaced self-consciously. "I'll be happy to give you both your enemas, but I, well, I'm not sure what to do. I don't think I could squeeze my butt hole tight enough right now to hold anything in."

"If you wouldn't mind having another hand up your ass, love," Brad brightly suggested, "I'll just clean you out by hand once we're in the shower."

"Oh, what a noble sacrifice," his sister twitted him good-naturedly. "And of course, you'd want to scrub her out nice and clean with a bar of soap, wouldn't you?"

"Dang, love!" Melissa murmured throatily, "That just started my pussy flowing like crazy!"

"Well, there you go, Bro," Stephanie grinned wickedly. "She loves the idea. Naturally," she added with an indulgent glance at Melissa.

"Uh, actually," Melissa frowned, "Now that we're talking about it, I suddenly feel like I have to go poop right now." She sat down hastily on the toilet to make sure she didn't have an accident on the floor.

"Oooh, Brad, you'll get to be her toilet paper after," Stephanie observed with a sly smile.

"Yeah! That's right!" her brother blurted in obvious delight, totally unembarrassed. He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of his redheaded girlfriend squatting on the toilet. "Can I see?" he begged.

Flashing Stephanie an amused look, Melissa obligingly pulled her legs up and scooted her butt forward on the toilet seat to give Brad a better view of her anus. Frowning in concentration, she pushed down and soon expelled several long, reeking squirts of soft, brown shit that plopped into the toilet water below.

"Cool!" Brad breathed, mesmerized.

After a couple more minutes of exertion, Melissa concluded she was done and stood up, noting with dry amusement how odd it felt not to wipe herself first. She turned away from Brad and pulled her butt cheeks apart with both hands. "I'm all yours, love," she murmured, glancing over at Stephanie who looked as if she couldn't decide whether to be appalled or titillated. In any event, her eyes remained glued on her brother as the boy pushed his face into Melissa's ass crack with a low groan of arousal and began to lick up and down the entire crevice, even pushing his tongue deeply into the gaping opening.

"You're loving this as much as he is, aren't you?" Stephanie murmured. "You two really are made for each other."

"Yep," Melissa confirmed with a lurid glint in her eye. "Just like you and I are made for each other, only in different ways. And yes, I am loving it," she admitted with a shrug as Brad's tongue made another deep plunge into her rectum. "It feels really nice. Plus I love being able to make my lovers happy."

"Okay," Brad announced finally in a distinctly husky voice as he stood up, licking brown slime from his lips, "You're all clean now."

"Thank you, my love," Melissa acknowledged sincerely. "Okay, let's get your enemas going. Brad, would you be a love and start the shower? Steph, let's start with you..."

"What'd I miss?" Keith asked brightly from the bathroom door, which no one in the household ever bothered to close anymore.

"Just my brother wiping your sister's butt with his tongue after she took a shit," Stephanie informed him with a droll expression.

"Huh," Keith nodded. "Okay, that's cool. How can I help?"

"Just wait your turn while I get Steph and Brad done," Melissa told him cheerfully.

Keith shrugged and leaned against the wall, idly stroking his semi-erect prick as he watched his sister administer the enemas to the other two. When it came to be his turn, he asked if Melissa wanted him to give an enema to her, and and chuckled with an indulgent shake of his head when she explained about her difficulty and Brad's depraved solution, though Melissa was interested to note that her brother's cock seemed to swell more rapidly at the thought. She wondered, given how little recovery time had elapsed since Keith's last ejaculation, whether getting an enema would still produce his normal raging hard-on, but she needn't have. As soon as she lifted the rubber bag up higher than her brother's shoulders and the warm, soapy water began to fill his colon, Keith groaned with pleasure and his cock almost sprang up into full erection.

"Never fails," Melissa murmured with lascivious amusement, reaching out to lovingly stroke the firm, silky flesh of her brother's rock-hard cock, making him moan even louder. At that moment, a loud groan from Stephanie from behind the shower curtain where she and Brad had stepped to empty their bowels after their enemas made both Melissa and Keith look up with interest. "Hey! What's going on in there?" Melissa called out. "Sounds like something good!"

"I hope so," Brad called out from within the steamy tub space. "Steph wants me to try to get my hand up her butt now."

"Whoa, girl!" Melissa exclaimed. "You're totally going for it today, aren't you?"

"We'll see," Stephanie grunted. "Just started."

"Well, don't rush," Melissa urged. "I'm still finishing up with Keith here and I'd like to see that, too."

"Definitely not rushing," Stephanie replied. "My sweet Bro is taking it nice and slow."

"Interesting," Keith murmured to Melissa through gritted teeth as the pressure in his guts mounted excruciatingly, "You've made another convert."

"Well, Mom was the one who started it all in the first place," his sister replied. "And I'm kind of worried that Steph wants to do it not because she really wants to, but `cause she's so darn competitive. You saw how she was when she saw that Mom could take John's entire cock up her cunt. And it still kills her that she can't deep-throat like I can," she added softly.

"Well, she seemed to enjoy the fisting experience earlier," Keith pointed out mildly. "From what I've seen, Stephanie is willing to try new things but doesn't have a problem saying when there's something she doesn't like."

"That's true," Melissa acknowledged. "I really should just relax and trust her."

"You really should," her brother grinned. "Uh, is that about done? I'm not sure how much more I can hold..."

"Yes, you big baby," Melissa teased as she deftly slipped the enema nozzle out of his anus. "Though I suspect the problem isn't that you can't hold anymore, but that you can't keep from coming much longer."

"That, too," Keith nodded, his eyes rather glassy. "Let's get in the shower and see what's going on," he suggested with a strained smile.

Brother and sister pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the tub where they found Stephanie bracing herself against the wall under the shower head while Brad stood behind her, diligently working what appeared to be three fingers in and out of her bung hole, revolving his hand to stretch out his sister's anal sphincter.

"How's it going, love?" Melissa asked loud enough to be heard over the shower water.

"Unnnghhh!" Stephanie grunted, "Pretty good, actually. I'm pretty used to the process, since I have to go through this whenever I want to take Dad up my ass, too."

"Yep, you got this," Melissa nodded encouragingly. "Uh, now that he's started, you want Brad to keep going or would you like me to finish up so Brad can take care of my backside, too. If you don't mind trading," she added quickly to Brad.

"Uh, actually, I'd kind of like to see if we can do this together," Brad replied earnestly. "But once I get all the way in, if you want to keep going, that'd be great."

"Okay, love, I get that," Melissa laughed. "That's why I asked." She paused and then said, "While I'm waiting, does anyone need to pee?"

"Yeah! I've been holding it for you!" Brad grinned.

"I could probably go, too," Stephanie puffed. "I think I'm ready for another finger, brother dear," she instructed Brad.

"Okay, then. I'll just be right down here," Melissa shrugged, dropping to her knees. "Who's first?"

"Take care of Brad first," Stephanie suggested. "I can wait a bit longer."

"Right," Melissa grinned, positioning herself between Brad's and Stephanie's legs so she could pull the eighth-grade boy's prick into her mouth. "Hmm-hay!" she nodded, indicating she was ready. With almost no hesitation, Brad began to piss strongly. Melissa swallowed eagerly, realizing that her boyfriend was becoming completely accustomed to their kinky habits. She wondered as she continued to gulp the acrid liquid how soon it would be before it felt odd to her to use toilet paper after pooping instead of Brad's tongue.

Suddenly Melissa felt Brad's body lurch and his cock in her mouth began to swell rapidly. At the same time she felt a pair of hands wrap around the back of her head and pull her face firmly into Brad's crotch. After a moment's puzzlement, she finally realized that her brother must have started fucking Brad's ass, which would account for her boyfriend's suddenly growing erection. She sucked hard on his rising prick, pulling it all the way down her throat with determined swallows, which soon had the boy rock hard.

But by this time, Brad's flow of urine had ceased and Melissa somewhat reluctantly pulled her head away. "Steph?" she called up, "Ready for me to help you piss now?"

"Hunnngghhh!" Stephanie grunted loudly. "Just in time! I need you to lick my clit and get me through the hard part! I promise I'll pee plenty when you make me come!"

"You got it, my love!" Melissa agreed happily, worming her way on the floor of the tub between Stephanie's legs so her mouth was positioned at the front of her girlfriend's cunt lips. She bent forward and began to lick up and down the slim girl's oozing slit, detecting an odd flavor as she did. She nodded to herself when she realized that what she was tasting must be the leftover excrement from when Stephanie squirted out the contents of her enema into the tub. While not exactly tasty, Melissa decided she could handle it and realized with a wry smile that perhaps Brad's fascination with shit and sex was rubbing off on her, too.

"Ohhhh! God!" Stephanie groaned with bliss, "That's what I needed!" as Melissa's tongue plunged deeply up her cunt hole before journeying back up to lap at her fully erect clit. "Hunnggghhh! Oh, fuck, yes! Do that!" she urged and Melissa concentrated with her tongue on Stephanie's clit, but not before slyly slipping a finger up into her lover's vagina. And then, when she realized her finger was meeting almost no resistance due to Stephanie having had her cunt fisted less than an hour ago, Melissa pushed a second and then a third finger up her girlfriend's yawning cunt hole.

"Haaaggggghhh!" Stephanie screamed, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! That's what I need! Oh, fuck! You guys are gonna' make me come!" she whimpered, panting heavily. "You're gonna' make me come so hard!"

With that encouragement, Melissa threw herself into buzzing Stephanie's clit with a passion, lashing the hard, turgid knob as fast as she could with her tongue. As her dark-haired lover's cries and moans grew louder and louder in response, Melissa surreptitiously managed to work a fourth finger into the pubescent girl's vagina and began rotating the hand, re-stretching Stephanie's already cruelly distended cunt opening.

By now, Stephanie was shrieking incoherently and her body was already starting to writhe uncontrollably. Paying close attention to the vibrations in her girlfriend's clit, Melissa continued to plunge the four fingers of her hand in and out of Stephanie's cunt hole. The instant the kneeling redhead felt Stephanie's clit start to rhythmically pulse, Melissa roughly jammed her entire hand back into her lover's impossibly stretched pussy and was amazed that she could feel Brad's hand inside his sister's body easily as he had managed to shove his hand fully into her rectum as she climaxed, too.

It was such a strange but touchingly intimate sensation, Melissa thought, being able touch Brad's hand through the thin fascia and tissues of the wildly climaxing girl's insides. She gently tapped against Brad's hand with her fingers and felt him tap her back in acknowledgement. Then, without warning, Melissa's face, shoulders, and breasts were flooded with an uncontrolled spray of urine as Stephanie's bladder surrendured to the gut-wrenching climax she was experiencing, squirt after powerful squirt of the pungent fluid shooting out of her pussy in time with each new orgasmic contraction.

At that moment, Melissa heard Keith utter a savage grunt, followed by a loud splash as a solid stream of reeking fluid from his enema shot out of his anus as her brother came into Brad's ass. She felt bits of it spray up and land on her body, but somehow that didn't seem as gross or disturbing as it might once have done. She was simply incredibly happy to know that a couple of the people she loved best in all the world were feeling incredibly good.

By this time, Stephanie had climaxed so many times in a row that Melissa knew for certain the poor, ravaged girl would pass out soon, so she was ready for it when Stephanie's body suddenly went limp and slumped down on top of her. She reached up to help ease the slim, unconscious twelve-year-old down to the floor of the tub, aided by Brad's arm around his sister's waist.

Once they had Stephanie safely laid out on the floor of the tub, Melissa got to her feet and grinned at the two boys. "Another awesome fuck for the Muller-Randall clan," she giggled before glancing down and noticing Brad's still very hard prick. "Oh, but poor Brad didn't get to come," she commiserated.

"Neither did you. Did you?" Brad asked uncertainly.

"No, sweetheart, though that scene was definitely hot enough I might have," Melissa grinned wickedly. "Now that you've got your hand in practice, you ready to shove it all the way up my ass next?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal. "Maybe while you're making sure I'm all clean inside, my sexy brother would be willing to suck his come out of your ass and share it around, hmmm?" she added suggestively.

"I can definitely do that," Keith grinned, pleased that his sister anticipated his desires so easily.

Melissa bent over slightly, bracing herself against the wall the same way Stephanie had earlier and being careful not to tread on her sleeping girlfriend beneath her. "Okay, baby, I'm ready. For whatever you want to do to me," she added brazenly.

"Wow, yeah, okay," Brad gulped before grinning lewdly. "Ohhh!" he suddenly moaned as Keith, whom he had momentarily forgotten, thrust his tongue up the anal passage he had so recently squirted a load of jism into. "I do love the way you fuck me, Keith," he murmured huskily, "Whether your cock or your tongue. Here, watch out; I'm gonna' try to squeeze out a load," he warned.

By the sounds of Keith's frenetic lapping, Melissa guessed he was getting a nice mouthful. Then it was her turn to moan as she felt Brad push a couple of fingers into her well-used anus. "Ohhhh, yeah, that's nice," she purred. "I'm still pretty loose from before, so you don't have to be super gentle," she hinted and then gasped as she felt Brad push what must be all four of his fingers together into her gaping anal orifice. She stealthily took one of her hands from the wall and moved it between her legs to start frigging her sopping wet pussy.

As Brad began to skillfully probe her rectum with his fingers, deliberately stretching the rubbery sphincter as he plunged in and out, Melissa was startled to hear a muffled murmur in her ear and looked to the side to see Keith's face very close to hers, his mouth held in an odd form. She realized that her brother was trying to share a mouthful of his come with her and grinned eagerly as she opened her mouth wide to accept the obscene offering. Keith pushed his tongue deeply into Melissa's mouth, letting a mass of gooey slime slip in with it. Melissa ran it around her own tongue and then pushed most of it back into Keith's mouth, noting as she did the faint mustiness from the jism having come from Brad's ass and inwardly shook her head at how quickly she was becoming blasé about getting a bit of shit in her mouth occasionally.

Then Keith pulled his lips and tongue away to, presumably, share the rest with Brad and Melissa could now concentrate on relishing the feeling of being so completely filled up by her boyfriend's bunched fingers. "Ohhhh!" she sighed, "God, that's so good! I can't- ohhh! Can't believe what a slut- hunnggghhhh! I've turned into," she groaned as her own fingers stepped up the pace of her masturbation.

"Well, if you are, we all are," Brad commented, having shared the mouthful of come from Keith as well.

"Huhhh! I guess!" Melissa grunted as she felt Brad's entire hand start its inexorable pressure as it forced its way past the constricting annulus of her sphincter. "Ohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, God!" she puffed, frantically buzzing her clit now to try to match her arousal with the increasing pain. "Aaaaaggggghhh! Fuck! That hurts so good! No! Don't stop! You're- hoooofff! You're doing good! Just have to- haaggggghhh! Get through the- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Hard part and –oooooh!" she exhaled in relief as the thickest part of her boyfriend's hand was past and his hand was well ensconced in her rectum. "God! I do love being filled up like this!" she moaned. "Okay, baby," she told Brad, "I'm gonna' make myself come while you fuck my ass good and hard with your hand, okay?"

"H-hokay!" Brad gasped, making Melissa crane her head around to see that Keith had now dropped to his knees on the floor between her and Brad and was giving the dark-haired boy a very enthusiastic blow job.

"Good boy, Keith!" Melissa puffed happily before crying out shrilly when Brad thrust his hand still more deeply into her bowels.

"Nope, can't feel any more poop there," the thirteen-year-old boy grunted, sounding vaguely disappointed. "But I'd- ohhh! I'd better put the soap up there to make sure!"

"Yeah, okay, love," Melissa panted, her fingers now a blur between her legs as they flicked over her already throbbing clit faster and faster. "Do whatever you- haaaagggghhh! Whatever you want to me! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, fuck! Was that the soap?" she squealed as a new sensation emerged from her butt hole.

"Uh-huh!" Brad affirmed thickly as Keith's mouth gobbled more and more of his cock into it. "Fuck, dude! Y-you're totally deep-throating me!" he cried in amazed delight.

"Ohhhh, fuck! That did it!" Melissa shrieked as the orgasm that had been simmering just below the surface for the last several minutes suddenly erupted with almost savage fury, making her entire body shudder, and the ample flesh of her breasts, tummy, and thighs jiggle with each new convulsion.

Sensing that Brad had still more in mind for her, Melissa slackened the pace of her clitoral stimulation and allowed the climax to recede. She craned her head around once more to try to glimpse what her brother was doing to Brad's cock, but her view was blocked by Keith's bobbing, blond head. "He's really got you down his throat, huh?" she panted.

"H-hoh, yeah! I'm – fuck! I'm gonna' blow, Keith!" Brad cried in warning and then his body, too, was jerking rhythmically as spurt after spurt of his teenaged semen shot down Keith's gullet. "Gaaahhhh!" the boy cried even more loudly as he felt Keith's finger sneak around his backside and push impudently up his asshole. "Hunngghh! Hunnnghhh! Hunngggh!" Brad grunted, his entire body twitching with orgasmic spasms that seemed to have suddenly grown in intensity.

Finally, Brad's climax ran down, leaving his gasping and blowing. "Damn!" he swore when he had recovered enough breath to speak. "That was fucking intense, dude!"

"Glad you liked it, Bro," Keith smiled up from his position on the floor. "Sorry, you were too deep in my throat for me to save any come, though."

"Who cares?" Brad blurted. "That was just so totally awesome. God, I love you so much!" he asserted earnestly.

"Well I love you, too," Keith smiled. "How you doing, Sis? Anything I can do?"

"Uh, well, I'll probably regret this but fuck it! I've still got a hole that needs a hand up it," Melissa answered huskily.

"Sure, you crazy lady!" her brother agreed, shaking his head incredulously. "You do realize," he added as he raised his hand up and began to probe his sister's gaping vagina with tripled fingers, "That the only one who's going to be able to fuck you so you'd notice this weekend is John, right?"

"I can still squeeze down," Melissa insisted, demonstrating by clenching her vagina muscles fiercely.

"Hah! You sure can," Keith nodded, his eyes bright with lurid interest. "Okay, you've made your point, Sis. Relax again if you want me to be able to get the rest of my hand in there," he advised dryly.

Melissa did as she was bid and resumed steadily flicking her clit with her fingers once more. She considered asking Keith to try to lick her clit, but realized that wouldn't work, first because he'd have to kneel on Stephanie to do it, and second because unless she was in control of her clit, she would definitely black out as well and probably land right on top of her girlfriend. So she focused on relaxing both her orifices to let her two lovers fill her up as quickly and completely as they could. Keith was still working up to being able to fit his entire hand in her vagina, but Brad was now plunging his hand into her rectum and pulling it out at will, gripping the soap and washing her from the inside out as he promised.

"Hoh! God, that's so good, guys!" Melissa groaned. "Ooooh! That kind of hurt, Brad! How far in were you?" she asked when a sudden pain shot through her body.

"Uh, kind of past my elbow," he confessed. "Too much?"

"Hunnngghh! Yeah, actually," Melissa puffed, curiously reluctant to have to admit there were limits to how much physical abuse her body could handle. "Elbow good, though. Just not past, okay?"

"Got it!" Brad nodded. "Sorry."

"Don't- hugggghh! Don't worry about it- hoh! My love," Melissa groaned. "Now we know. Hoh, God! Yes, Keith! Put it all in! I'm ready!" she cried as she felt her brother's hand straing to push beyond the narrow part of her vaginal opening. "Haaaaagggggggghhhhhh!" she howled as Keith's hand shoved rudely into her. She frantically lashed her clit with her fingers, driving back the pain and overwhelming it with white-hot desire and lust. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! You're both in me! You're inside me! Oh, fuck! I'm so filled up! C-can you feel each other- hunnngggh! Inside me? Isn't- oooohhh! Isn't that incredible? Oh, fuck! Here I go! Gonna' come! Gonna come now! I- hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as both boys began thrusting their hands in and out of her ravaged holes with wild abandon.

The climax that slammed into her threatened to drop her to the floor despite Melissa's continued consciousness simply because her knees unaccountably had turned to jelly. Spasm after spasm wracked her plump, overdeveloped body as the rhythmic, hot electric jolts of ecstasy coursed up and down the length of her. As she felt her bladder dump and cover her brother below her with hot piss, Melissa realized that she needed to stop buzzing her own clit that instant or there would be no preventing another blackout. She yanked her hand out from between her legs and put it against the wall once more as her breasts heaved, her lungs struggling to gain enough air.

"God! You guys are amazing!" Melissa breathed at last, straightening up. She turned to face Brad, carefully stepping over Stephanie. "So what's the verdict? Am I all clean inside?" she grinned before frowning, "You didn't leave the soap behind again, did you?"

"Nope, got it right here," Brad smiled proudly, holding up a hand still gripping the pale blue bar.

"Oh, good," Melissa nodded. "Then you can shave me," she announced decisively. "Keith, can you get Stephanie propped up enough to wash her hair?"

"Yep, no problem," her brother assured her.

The two boys set about their assigned tasks. Stephanie was finally starting to rouse just as Keith had finished with the conditioner in her long, black hair. "Uh, hi. What's happening?" she mumbled, blinking several times.

"We're just finishing up," Melissa informed her with a fond look. "I got both my holes fisted, too, and came like crazy, Keith fucked Brad and sucked his come out again to share, then sucked Brad's cock all the way down his throat and made him squirt his come basically right into his stomach. Then Keith washed your hair while Brad shaved my pussy. That's it!" she concluded brightly.

"Hmm, a good time had by all, then," the dark-haired girl nodded before bestowing a loving kiss on Keith's lips. "Thanks for washing my hair, future husband. That's a very nice way to wake up," she smiled tenderly.

"You're welcome," Keith answered sincerely. "I like being able to do that for you, and your hair is so beautiful and amazing!"

"Aww," Melissa murmured tenderly. "You can be so sweet, Keith."

"He can, can't he?" Stephanie nodded with a happy smile as she climbed to her feet. She looked around at the others crammed into the tub. "Anything else anyone needs to do? No? Then I guess we're ready for breakfast!"

Everyone agreed and they all piled out of the shower, dried each other off, and headed downstairs, where they found a heartly breakfast laid out on the table and both Margaret and John sporting light sheens of perspiration and very contented smiles. "God! If the two of you don't have that `freshly-fucked glow' about you!" exclaimed Stephanie with a beaming grin.

"What do you expect, love?" Margaret inquired mildly, "We couldn't really resist given the incredible sounds coming out of the bathroom. I'm dying to hear about what you four sex maniacs were up to!"

Melissa launched into a very detailed report of all their activities as the four young people seated themselves at the kitchen table and dug into large plates of pancakes, sausage patties, and scrambled eggs. But when she got to the part about Brad licking her butthole after she'd pooped and their `deal' for Brad to be her toilet paper while she would be his urinal, her mother grimaced and looked at John. "I have to confess, I'm the one who kind of started all this," and she went on to explain about their evening earlier that week when she'd allowed people to keep shitting on each other after an initial `accident', and noting how Brad, in particular, seemed quite interested in continuing the practice, ending with, "What do you think, love? Is that okay? It can't be very sanitary."

"A lot of sex isn't," John shrugged with an amused twinkle in his eye. "It appears to be something that both Brad and Melissa enjoy, so as long as he doesn't start coming down with weird infections – and brushes his teeth before he kisses anyone," he added with a meaningful look at his son, who nodded self-consciously, "I don't really see a problem. We all have our own little kinds of kinkiness, and that's what makes sex in our family so wonderful."

"Okay, okay," Margaret laughed. "I can't argue with any of that, and Lord knows, the family has indulged me in enough of my perversions. Was that all?" she turned once more to Melissa, who went on to relate how Stephanie had allowed her ass to be fisted as well which made her pass out, and how she herself ended up being simultaneously fisted in her ass and pussy.

"Wow!" her mother exclaimed with an approving grin. "That certainly explains all the screaming. And you, girl!" she added with an incredulous shake of her head at Stephanie. "You really are completely going for it today, aren't you?"

"That's what I told her!" Melissa hooted. "God! We're really gonna' be the wide-open women once we all get going again, aren't we?" she giggled, looking at both Stephanie and her mother.

"Sheesh! I'm not sure I care for that characterization," her mother muttured, "But I can't argue with it. I hope you've figured out how to squeeze down so our poor men's dicks will at least be able to feel something when they fuck us."

"Melissa can," Keith piped up brightly. "She showed me when I had the same question." Melissa looked at him sharply, trying to decide if he was twitting her or not, but finally decided he was boasting on her behalf and beamed gratefully at her brother.

"Hmm, did she now," their mother murmured with lurid fascination. "I may have to check that out for myself...just to be sure," she explained with an innocent look.

"I'd like that, Mom," Melissa confirmed with a smoky expression.

"Whew!" Stephanie suddenly fanned herself exaggeratedly. "Did it suddenly get hot in here?"

"When is it ever cold when the five of you are around?" John blurted. "I've never known people who were so incredibly hot and sexy all the time!"

"Why husband, what a nice thing to say," Margaret smiled from under lowered eyes, making John swallow visibly in reaction. "Speaking of which," she went on, looking around at the table and noting that the four youths seemed to have all made the contents of their breakfast plates disappear as if by magic, "I do believe that our four horny children have finished their breakfast and may be ready for our day to resume. What do you think, my love?" she asked John with a twinkle in her eye. "Anything in particular you have in mind?"

The older man appeared to consider for a moment. "Well," he announced at last, "Since it sounds like all three of us guys have come pretty recently, maybe a bit more time to recharge would be good."

"Oh?" Margaret asked with ill-disguised prurient interest, "Then just what are you asking for, baby?"

"Margaret, I would really love to see you and my daughter make love," he confessed almost shyly. "Provided you have no objections," he hastily added to Stephanie.

"Dad, I can guarantee you, I will never, ever, object to that!" Stephanie assured him with gleaming eyes. "How about it, Mom?" she turned to Margaret, "Think we can manage to lick each other crazy a few times for our husband's benefit?"

"Race you to the bedroom!" was all the curvaceous redheaded woman cried in response before she was off like a shot, scampering out of the room with an only-momentarily surprised Stephanie shrieking madly with laughter as she chased after Margaret.

The remaining four occupants of the room looked at each other, nonplussed. "Go ahead, John," Melissa suggested gently. "I've seen them fuck before and it is a beautiful sight. I'll be up after I clean up down here," she offered with a knowing smile.

"Uh, yeah, thanks!" John's head bobbed up and down thankfully.

"I'll help you, love," Brad offered gallantly, earning him an adoring smile from his rounded girlfriend. Keith and John trotted upstairs where the sounds of passionate moaning were already filtering down to the kitchen.

"How's your, uh..." Brad trailed off with a significant look down at Melissa's crotch as the couple began to clear the table.

"My cunt and ass, dear?" Melissa supplied with raised eyebrows. "I kinda' think we're past needing to be shy about talking about our body parts, don't you?" she grinned. "But since you asked, they're, well, they're both sore, but in a good way."

"Ah," he nodded knowingly. "So it's more like, `Dang! I really got good and fucked!' than, `Shit! I'm never going to fuck again!', huh?"

"I don't think I'd ever say I'm never going to fuck again, no matter what happened!" Melissa blurted with laughter, appearing astounded at the very idea, "But yes, I'm feeling nicely fucked and, well, maybe that's why I wasn't in quite as much of a hurry as my other wives were."

"We haven't actually married anyone, yet," Brad smiled despite himself.

"We have – all of us – in the only way that really matters, Brad," Melissa told him firmly. "I don't care what any piece of paper says at some point in the future, as far as I'm concerned, we're all married now in our hearts!"

"I like that!" Brad grinned. "That's how felt, too, so it's nice to know you think the same way."

Melissa leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her boyfriend's lips before saying in a more practical tone, "Love, why don't you finish getting those dishes loaded into the dishwasher while I wipe down the stove and counter. And then let's get upstairs before our other wives make each other pass out, huh?" she suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

"Uh, yeah, right!" Brad grinned and hurried to complete his tasks and the two shortly made their way upstairs.

Before Melissa was halfway up the staircase, trailed by Brad, she could already hear muffled shrieks and knew that her mother and her girlfriend were already driving each other into a frenzy with their tongues and she grinned indulgently. Suddenly, though, her attention was distracted by the feeling of what she guessed were a pair of Brad's fingers impudently pushing up her very gaping asshole.

"Oh!" she gasped. "You are such a naughty boy! Good thing I like that about you!" she giggled, deliberately relaxing her anus to encourage him to penetrate her further.

"How's that feel?" he asked in an oddly husky voice from below her.

"It feels wonderful, love!" she assured him. "In fact, it feels so wonderful that what I want you to do once we get in there is to give me just a little more lubrication and then I want you to fill my ass up with one hand while you frig my clit with the other and let's see if you can make me catch up with the other ladies and come with them!"

"Really?!!" Brad blurted with undisguised delight. "Oh, hell yeah!" and he nearly pushed her the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall so that they rather tumbled into the bedroom with Brad's fingers still firmly lodged in her rectum.

Keith and Brad's father both looked up from their place on the side of the bed where they had been watching Stephanie lying atop Margaret, each with their faces bobbing up and down in the other's crotch at a furious pace while they emitted muffled shrieks and moans. Keith was lying easily in John's arms and each had their hands wrapped around the other's fully erect pricks.

"Dude! Do you already have your hand up my sister's ass again?" Keith cried with amusement.

"Not quite," Brad informed him with a smug expression as the pair lay down on the bed on the other side of the madly tonguing and grunting females. "But if you wouldn't mind handing me that big bottle of oil, we'll get that taken care of right away!" he assured the older teen.

"Is that right?" John murmured, his eyes glinting with unashamed arousal. "I can tell already this is going to be a very interesting day." Keith nodded in agreement and handed the bottle across Stephanie and his mother who continued their Saphhic cunnilingus, lost for the time being in their own world of erotic sensation.

Brad accepted the bottle of oil and removed his fingers from Melissa's yawning anus long enough to slather his hand with oil. For good measure, he also reached around his girlfriend's front and squirted some into her pussy from the front and finally, on impulse, squirted yet more all over her precociously developed breasts.

"Ooooh!" Melissa murmured with lascivious excitement. "Just what are you planning on doing to me, my naughty husband?"

"Everything I possibly can," Brad promised, his voice tight with arousal. He carefully closed the bottle of oil and set it down on the bed before bunching his slick, glistening fingers up and pressing them up against Melissa's loose anal opening. "Ready?" he asked breathlessly.

"Oh, God, yes!" the plump redhead moaned in anticipation, "Do it, love! I need it!" Brad frowned a moment with apparent effort when Melissa suddenly cried, "Gaaggghhh! Oh, fuck! You just went right into me! God! I love that feeling!" She urgently tugged his free hand down between her legs and guided his fingers to her rock-hard clit. "Touch me! Touch me everywhere!" she begged, gasping aloud as Brad began to slide his slippery fingers up and down over Melissa's clitoris.

Perhaps Stephanie and Margaret hadn't been quite as oblivious to their surroundings as Melissa had initially supposed and had heard Melissa's obscene moanings for at that moment both their bodies seemed to explode in huge, shuddering convulsions as massive climaxes wracked their bodies, piteous, mewling cries emerging from between their still working lips as they continued to lash the other's cunt despite their own gut-wrenching orgasms.

Melissa avidly watched her mother and girlfriend's bodies thrashing helplessly, loving the way Stephanie's smooth, olive-skinned body writhed, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her torso as she jerked and trembled. At that moment, Brad chose to begin sliding four fingers of his oil-slick hand into Melissa's very loose and dripping cunt hole with each stroke over her already throbbing clit. "Haaaagggghhhh!" the plump twelve-year-old cried hoarsely, "Oh, God! Do that, baby! Fuck me with both hands!" she begged. "Ohhhhh! Fuck! You're all the way- hunnggghhh! All the way inside me!"

Melissa was beside herself now with crazed lust between the painfully exquisite sensations Brad was eliciting from driving his hands into her abused, distended orifices and the sight of the two women she loved more than anything in the world pushing each other into what appeared to be a continuous string of multiple orgasms. And when she looked beyond them to see her brother and John locked in an obscene, passionate kiss as their hands flashed up and down, stroking the length of each other's totally rigid shafts, Melissa abandoned any semblance of self-control. "Brad!" she gasped, "Put your cock in me! Shove it in my ass along- hunnggghh! Along with your hand!"

"Damn! Sure, I'll try!" Brad breathed into her ear. There was a moment's pause and then Melissa felt the pressure against her already stretched anus increase noticeably as her boyfriend pushed his rock-hard prick into her rectum along with his hand. As he began to push in and out, Melissa could only pant and whimper.

"You've really got your dick and your hand up her ass at the same time?" John asked from across the room, having momentarily broken off his kiss with Keith. Both John and Keith were staring incredulously at Brad and Melissa.

Melissa was too overcome with erotic sensations to speak but Brad nodded, "Uh-huh. And my other hand is all the way up her pussy, too!" he added proudly, pleased at the attention their depraved actions were garnering.

Suddenly Keith groaned, "Oh, God! That did it!" and a long, thin stream of thick, creamy ejaculate shot up nearly three feet into the air from his uncontrollably jerking cock to land in gooey ropes all over his and John's legs. His cock continued to lurch rhythmically as spurt after spurt of pale white jism erupted from his prick while John simply scooped up some of the stray semen quickly and used it as lubricant to continue stroking Keith's squirting prick.

Stephanie and Margaret had temporarily eased the frenetic pace of their mutual cunnilingus as they absorbed the latest goings-on around them but this was now apparently enough to launch a renewed set of orgasms for both, and their two bodies began convulsing spasmodically in the throes of their simultaneous climaxes.

Now it was Melissa's turn and the climax that had been bubbling up within her almost from the moment she lay down on the bed in Brad's arms swept over her in a relentless, irresistible wave. "Haaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeee!" Melissa screamed shrilly, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm- haaaagggghhhh!" she howled as Brad plunged both hands as deeply as he could into her gaping anus and vagina and still managed to keep back and forth pressure on her rhythmically pulsing clitoris, a motion which triggered a new climax even before the first one had subsided. Melissa felt her entire body, from her head down to her helplessly clenching toes, start to shudder uncontrollably.

Knowing her boyfriend was driving her to another blackout, the shuddering redhead did her best to keep her eyes glued on the other two wantonly rutting couples on the bed. She was not surprised to see first Stephanie's, then her mother's bodies both go suddenly limp. Then, just before her own vision narrowed too far to see, Melissa saw John's impossibly immense cock begin to shoot a veritable fountain of come, sheet after sheet of his viscous semen spurting up and landing all over his and Keith's bodies, not to mention the bed beside them.

With a helpless groan, Melissa involuntarily expelled the entire contents of her bladder onto Brad's embedded hand and then her eyes rolled up in her head and she knew nothing more.

 

As usual, when Melissa's eyes blinked open again, she experienced momentary disorientation and needed nearly half a minute to recall who she was, where she was, and what had just happened, but as soon as she remembered the incredibly sexy scene that had unfolded before she lost consciousness, she raised her head and looked around eagerly. She saw that John and her brother were still in each other's arms, feeding each other large dollops of the thick jism that had landed on their bodies and the bed with their fingers. Each gooey fingerful was followed up by a tender kiss and accompanied by so many giggles and sighs that Melissa felt a warm lump grow in her throat as she realized they looked like any other lovers in the first bloom of a passionate romance.

Lowering her gaze, Melissa noted that both Stephanie and her mother were sound asleep and snoring softly, Stephanie's lithe body sprawled limply atop the older redhead's lush form. At that moment, Brad shifted his arms slightly and Melissa realized that both his hands were still buried completely up her ass and cunt, a feeling so satisfyingly right that she hadn't even been aware of it until that moment.

"Hmmm, I love the feeling of being completely filled up by you when I wake up," she murmured, turning her head to plant a tender kiss on Brad's lips.

Brad kissed her back enthusiastically before whispering, "I thought you might like that."

"I do, I do," Melissa giggled happily before frowning, "Did you get to come?"

"Oh, God, yes!" her boyfriend chuckled. "I mean, with everyone else around me coming like that, it was a little hard to resist, even if I'd wanted to. Which I didn't," he added unnecessarily. "Only once my dick got soft, I couldn't keep it inside you with my hand."

"That's all right, baby," Melissa giggled, amused at the contrite tone in Brad's voice. "Only...does that mean that there's now a nice load of your come all over your hand that you could share?" she asked coquettishly. "Especially since it doesn't look like my brother and your dad are about to share any of theirs," she added with a pointed glance at the two males across the bed. John apparently heard her for he looked up and gave a sheepish shrug, but neither did he pause in his come swapping with Keith.

"Hmm, looks like you're right," Brad chuckled dryly. "And yeah, I think I might have some here. Uh, watch out, I'm pulling out now."

"That's fine, lover," Melissa assured him with a rueful smile, "You've got me so stretched out now that your hand going in and out doesn't hurt a bit anymore. Oooh!" she gasped suddenly as she felt Brad's hand withdraw from her bowels. "Okay, not much," she admitted. "Here, let me lick your fingers!"

Brad proffered up his glistening hand to Melissa's lips. She sucked in his fingers and licked them greedily. "Hmm," she murmured at last, "Interesting mix of flavors. Mostly baby oil, but I can still taste your come. Plus," she added with a wicked grin, "You'll like it, too, `cause there's still a faint taste of my poop. Try it," she urged.

With an eager grin, Brad quickly thrust his hand back into Melissa's yawning anal opening, twisting his hand all around inside her in a tantalizing fashion that made the twelve-year-old girl moan with pleasure. Melissa clamped down with her anal muscles to increase her own sensation, as well as to encourage him to keep his hand inside her bowels a bit longer. Eventually, of course, Brad pulled his hand back out and began to lick his own fingers.

"What do you think?" Melissa asked in a voice growing thick with renewed arousal.

"I can taste us!" Brad blurted. "All of us!" and he held up a pair of fingers that had a small, brown fleck of shit on it, grinning madly as he plunged the fingers back into his mouth and sucked them avidly, a blissful expression on his face.

"Wow! Lucky you," Melissa smiled indulgently. "See if you can find any more," she encouraged. "Might as well make sure I'm all cleaned out." The twelve-year-old girl looked up to see both John's and Keith's eyes glued to her with lurid fascination. "Interesting?" she asked.

"Very," John nodded, his eyes glittering. "You two are a never-ending source of kinky amazement."

"That's our Slutty Brad!" Melissa grunted with a tight smile as Brad pushed his hand deeply up her colon. "Oooh! God, baby! You're so deep inside me!" she moaned as her boyfriend twisted his hand within her.

"I found more!" Brad announced proudly as he pulled his hand out to reveal it covered with brown slime and several small turds clinging to the fingers. As Melissa, John, and Keith watched, tantalized, Brad greedily licked and slurped the foul mixture from his hand and fingers, smiling broadly at last as he dispayed clean fingers to his father's gaze. "Too weird for you?" he asked his father with a somewhat defiant jut to his jaw.

"Actually, now that I've seen it – and how much it obviously turns you on," John smiled, "I have to admit it's kind of hot."

"It is, isn't it?" Keith agreed from under John's enfolding arm. "And you're right, Dad," he grinned up at the older man. "It's not so much what he's doing – that's still kind of gross to me – but how much he enjoys it. I love Brad and Melissa so much, and it's so cool to see them doing something that they like doing for each other."

"Wow, you guys are both so sweet!" Melissa replied, flashing both John and Keith an adoring smile. She looked back at Brad. "What do you think, love? Am I all cleaned out now? `Cause I have to tell you, if you push your hand back up me that far one more time, you're gonna have to start fucking my cunt with the other one again and make me come! This is really turning me on!" she admitted huskily.

"Oh, son, I really think you'd better take care of that, don't you?" John asked Brad, his voice thick with arousal.

"Yeah, definitely," Brad grinned and immediately began to plunge his hands deeply into Melissa's ass and cunt once more, making sure his wrist was pressed firmly into her clit which was already fully erect.

"Hohhhhh!" Melissa uttered a groan that was also a sigh. "God, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fill me up!" She glanced over at John and Keith and was unsurprised to see that both had taken each other's semi-erect cocks in their hands and were beginning to slowly stroke each other.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the obscene, sloppy, wet noises of Brad's hands slipping in and out of Melissa's gaping holes and the increasingly heavy panting, grunting, and moaning from Melissa's lips. Then Melissa's mother roused and raised her head up from between the legs of the still-slumbering Stephanie. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Brad obviously double fisting her daughter. "Wow! You still haven't had enough of getting your pussy and ass destroyed love?" she asked Melissa with upraised eyebrows.

"N-no, Mom!" Melissa gasped. "The more he- oooff! The more he does it, the more I- hunnggggh! Want it!"

"You really are my daughter, aren't you?" Margaret shook her head incredulously. "What else did I miss?"

"Brad found a bit more shit up Melissa's ass to lick up!" Keith informed his mother brightly.

"Is that so?" Margaret asked, looking intrigued. "So it's really something you're getting into, huh?" she asked Brad.

"Yeah, I guess," Brad shrugged self-consciously, his own breathing growing heavy from the exertion of relentlessly driving his hands in and out of Melissa's holes. "It's just, well, knowing that it comes from Melissa makes it, I don't know, just really special."

"Really intimate," Margaret nodded knowingly. "I actually get that. I may have to try it myself," she murmured, almost to herself. "I definitely love all of you so much that the idea by itself doesn't completely disturb me."

"Wow! Really, Mom?" Keith blurted in astonishment.

"We'll see," she answered with a mysterious smile. By now, Melissa's hoarse cries and heavy gasps were becoming so loud that carrying on further conversation was becoming difficult and everyone lapsed into silence as Melissa grew closer and closer to coming.

"Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" the jiggling redheaded girl panted as Brad ruthlessly slammed his hands into her overstretched anus and vagina. "Oh, God! I can't- huuungggghhh! Can't believe how- hoooofff! How filled up you make me! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah! Do that! Do that!" she cried, her tortured throat hoarse as Brad began to put firmer pressure on her already throbbing clit. "Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Just like that! Just like that! Hunnggghhh! Hunnnngghhh! Hunnnggggh! Oh, God, Brad! You're doing it! You're doing it! You're gonna' make me- haaaagggghhh! Make me come! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Haaaggghhh! I'm coming! Make me come! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked in an impossibly high pitch as an overwhelming climax crashed into her entire body, making it writhe and jerk, her arms thrashing wildly at her sides.

As the orgasm shot white-hot jolts of electric ecstasy through Melissa's plump, pubescent frame, she saw that Stephanie had awoken as well and was watching her with an expression so smoldering and intense that it actually triggered another orgasm hard on the heels of the first one. Melissa knew instantly that there was no way she was going to stave off another round of unconsciousness and simply surrendered to it, keeping her eyes locked on Stephanie's as the roaring in her ears grew and her vision narrowed down to nothing but her girlfriend's black, unfathomable eyes, and then she blacked out once more.

 

When Melissa roused once more and blinked to clear her eyes the first thing she saw was Stephanie still staring into her eyes. "Uh, hi, lover," Melissa croaked. "Have you been watching me the whole time I was out?"

"Well, yeah," Stephanie smiled with a droll expression, "Though you've only been out a couple of minutes this time. Are you okay, though? You've really been giving your ass and cunt a beating," she asked with a worried frown.

Melissa had to laugh when she realized that Brad's hands were still pushed deeply inside her. "Yeah, I really am," she assured her girlfriend. "Your sexy brother has been taking very good care of me."

"Yeah, it does seem that way," Stephanie replied, looking a bit wistful, and Melissa instantly understood that it was time for her to start spending some time with other's in the family besides Brad, starting with Stephanie.

"Brad, love, thank you for an incredible come," she said warmly, turning her head to face her boyfriend behind her. "But I think it's time now to pull your hands out. Your fingers must be getting all pruny," she suggested with a smile. She looked around the bed and saw that her mother, brother, and John were all looking at her with various expressions, from droll amusement on John's face, incredulity on Keith's, and a knowing, intense smirk on her mother's face.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Brad agreed. "Coming out now," he warned, though the advice was hardly needed as both hands slipped out easily with wet, plopping sounds.

"Lie back and pull your legs up," Stephanie directed firmly. "Let's see how bad the damage is."

"Uh, sure," Melissa acquiesced, "But I really don't feel damaged at all. I just feel like I've been incredibly fucked," she giggled as she lay back and exposed her vulva to Stephanie's inspection.

"If you say so," Stephanie murmured as she surveyed Melissa's gaping orifices with a wondering look. She was joined shortly by Melissa's mother, who just shook her head with a smile.

"What? What's so funny?" Melissa demanded, starting to feel like she was some exhibit in a circus side show.

"They're probably interested because they can see all the way inside you," Brad suggested knowingly.

"We really can," Stephanie murmured with a nod, studying her girlfriend's yawning twin caverns.

"You could go for your pelvic exam at the ObGyn's and she wouldn't even need her speculum," her mother noted dryly.

"Right, I'll keep that in mind for next time," Melissa frowned, not sure if she was being criticized or not. "Oooh!" she suddenly murmured as she felt fingers gently probing both her vaginal and anal openings.

"Oh, sorry," her mother said, quickly pulling her fingers away. "Did that hurt?"

"No, Mom," Melissa chuckled throatily. "Quite the opposite. You didn't have to stop!" she blurted.

"God! You are absolutely insatiable, aren't you?" her mother murmured in response, sounding both aroused and impressed. Suddenly the older woman looked sharply past Melissa. "Brad, honey, is that what it looks like? Did you manage to find a little bit more of Melissa's poop to taste?"

Melissa swung her head around and, sure enough, the thirteen-year-old boy had frozen in place with a pair of fingers in his mouth and a distinctly brownish sheen to the rest of his hand. He started to pull his fingers out to respond but Margaret interjected quickly, "It's all right, love, you're not in trouble. I just wondered if, well, I might try a taste?" she asked almost shyly.

Brad nodded mutely and reached his hand out over Melissa's body, extending it to her mother. A quick glance around the bed confirmed that everyone else was staring, totally spellbound, as her mother gently licked up and down Brad's befouled fingers. An odd look crossed her face, one that ended with a grimace. "Okay, I guess I'm not quite as adventurous as you, dear," she remarked softly to Brad. "But thank you for letting me try. I may have to work myself up to that particular practice," she confessed more loudly, looking back over her shoulder at John and Keith.

"Hey, now you know," Keith shrugged good-naturedly. He looked around at the other five completely nude family members on the bed. "So what happens next?"

Margaret looked over at John with a mischievous look before answering, "Well, it does seem like the entire family is getting into having hands crammed up their holes. My horny daughter can't seem to get enough of it, and I'm not far behind her. Stephanie's managed to get both her holes fisted already so she's nicely broken in," she added with a sultry smile at the thin, black-haired girl who cocked her head with interest. "And I've already promised John I would give him a good fisting today, `cause he loves it, too. So I guess what I'm suggesting is that if you two boys are willing to get your buttholes enlarged, too, we could all get in a circle on the bed with our hands up the next person's hole or holes and their mouths on their cock or clit. What do you think? Brad? Keith?" she asked.

"Oh, hell, yes!" Keith blurted eagerly. He looked at Brad. "You've done it before, bro," he pointed out. "What do you say?"

"Sure," Brad shrugged with a slight smile before frowning, "As long as it's not Dad's hand up my butt!"

"If you agree in principle," his father answered with an amused smile, "I think we can easily work out who goes where. Though I think it might be good if you went and brushed your teeth before you did anything else," he added with a pointed look.

"Yeah, yeah, be right back," the eighth-grade boy smiled self-consciously.

"I'll come with you," Margaret offered graciously, "My teeth could probably use some brushing, too. And before anyone else gets any other ideas, John's ass is mine!" she declared firmly, looking around at the remaining nude figures on the bed.

"We hear and obey, O gracious queen," Stephanie smirked.

"Finally, a little respect," Margaret sniffed haughtily as she rose and followed Brad out of the bedroom.

"Well," Stephanie grinned once Brad and Margaret had departed, "I guess we can start handing out assignments, then. Mom's got Dad, Dad doesn't got Brad...anyone else have any preferences?"

"Well, Stephanie, have you done Mom yet?" Keith asked.

"Yes, dear," Stephanie smiled. "If Brad doesn't mind, maybe he could do her," she suggested. "Then I'd do Brad, you could do me, Melissa could do you, and Dad could do Melissa, since she's already the most stretched out of any of us."

"That okay with you, love?" John asked Melissa.

"Absolutely, John," Melissa purred, "I love the way you fill me up."

"Great!" John beamed, looking inordinately pleased. He hoisted up the bottle of baby oil. "Everyone might as well get this going – you can put it all over if you want, but make sure your hands and holes have plenty," he advised.

Everyone was busily slathering slippery oil onto themselves and their nether orifices when Brad and Margaret walked back into the room. Her mother had such a satisfied look on her face that Melissa's suspicions were instantly roused. "What did you do, Mom? You have a guilty look on your face."

"It's my fault, love," Brad blurted instantly. "I really had to pee and, well," he shrugged helplessly.

"Why is that a problem?" Melissa asked with a genuinely puzzled frown.

"Well, I let Mom drink me up. I know I promised you'd always be my urinal, but, well, I just really had to go-"

"And there was no point letting him simply piss in the toilet!" her mother broke in with a pleading look.

"Is that all?" Melissa shook her head. "Psssh!" she waved her hand dismissively. "Baby, since we both know that Mom's as big a piss freak as I am, I give you full permission to pee in her mouth whenever you and she want to, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, okay, thanks," Brad smiled weakly, looking greatly relieved.

"That work for you, too, Mom?" Melissa asked, thoroughly enjoying her mother's momentary discomfiture.

"Yes, my love, it sure does," her mother smiled as an understanding look passed between them. "So," Margaret went on brightly, "You guys seem to be already getting ready. You get everything figured out?"

Stephanie quickly explained the order of who was fisting whom. Margaret nodded in approval and looked over at Brad. "Come on, lover boy – you need to get me all slippery now!" Brad practically leaped onto the bed and grabbed the oil bottle from Keith's hand. Margaret had barely settled onto the bed when Brad began to squeeze squirts of the clear, aromatic fluid into the older woman's cunt and ass holes.

A thought struck Melissa. "Since we're all supposed to be licking and sucking cocks and clits while we do this, how `bout if we all lie on our sides and all the boys face out and the girls face in? Will that work?"

"An excellent plan," John nodded with a droll expression. "Every swinger party needs to have the person who can direct traffic and figure out who should go where."

"That was Mom, wasn't it?" Stephanie asked. "In your old swinger parties, when Mom was..."

"Still with us?" John supplied. "Actually, no. She was always way too interested in making sure she was right in the middle of whatever was going on," he chuckled.

"Hmm, interesting," Stephanie mused. "I guess she had her quirks and faults just like the rest of us."

"Of course she did," John answered softly. "And it wasn't like she was only thinking of herself. It was more like, once she got really going, she just wanted more and more – of everything, from everybody. Kind of like the rest of the women in the family, from what I've seen," he added dryly.

"Well!" Margaret sniffed, although with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm not sure whether we've been insulted or complimented, girls."

"Definitely complimented," John grinned. He looked around. "Everybody ready? Okay, get in our places, then," he directed.

Melissa quickly placed herself between John and her brother with her crotch even with John's head. Keith turned his body so that his cock was pointing at her face. With a smile, the thick seventh grader reached up with one hand and took her brother's flacced prick into her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue and trying to clean off the unnecessary and unpleasant-tasting baby oil. She raised her head up and called across the bed to her mother who was beginning to diligently work fingers into John's bunghole, "Hey, Mom. Would it be possible to find a sex lube that tastes better than baby oil?"

Her mother raised up her head and regarded Melissa with a trace of annoyance. "I suppose they make things like that, dear. Can we talk about this later?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Melissa laughed good-naturedly. "I was just sayin'."

Her mother studiously ignored her and resumed her full attention on John's anus and cock, so Melissa did the same with Keith. She took his soft prick back into her mouth and began to rhythmically suck on it while she probed her brother's puckered anus with a slippery finger. Keith instantly relaxed to accommodate the single digit so Melissa quickly added a second finger, pushing it firmly up his bung hole and wriggling the pair of them against each other in the way that was always guaranteed to drive Stephanie wild. Keith seemed to appreciate the same treatment, for he groaned with pleasure and Melissa felt his cock begin to swell in her mouth.

At that moment, Melissa felt John's tongue begin to lap at her pussy folds and it was her turn to moan with sexual excitement. While she had to admit that both Stephanie and particularly her mother were probably more skilled at cunt-licking, the fact remained that John's tongue was just so incredibly long and strong that his style of cunnilingus was simply in a whole other category. Because of the extreme distention of her vagina, John was able to plunge his tongue far more deeply into its depths than was normally possible.

Remembering Brad's fascination with her vaginal cervix, Melissa pushed vigorously down with her cunt muscles and was rewarded with the sensation of the older man's tongue actually pushing firmly into the opening of her womb. Unlike the pain that had accompanied Brad's finger insertion, John's tongue felt warm and welcome there, and she gasped over and over as his tongue lapped over and into her pushed out cervix.

Reminding herself not to get so consumed by what was being done to her that she neglected her sisterly duties towards Keith, Melissa added a third finger pushing firmly into her brother's ass hole, feeling it slide easily from the lubrication – and from Keith's assiduous attempts at forcing his anus to relax. She felt his prick growing larger and larger in her mouth as she thrust the tripled fingers up his butt and began to tentatively try swallowing her brother's organ down her throat, but she was stymied by the inconvenient angle and by the fact that the teen boy was still not completely hard.

Meanwhile, John had left off plunging his tongue up her cunt hole and had begun to concentrate his oral attentions on her extremely hard clit, making the pubescent redhead moan repeatedly. At the same time he began to gingerly probe with his fingers into both her vagina and her anus, working so cautiously that Melissa finally felt compelled to raise her head and inform him with what she hoped was good humor, "John, I really am stretched out more than I've ever been in my life. You don't need to take it easy on me – just go for it, and I'll tell you if you need to back off."

"Right-o!" John murmured, sounding amused. As instructed, the older man immediately pushed four fingers of each hand fully into Melissa's slack cunt and asshole.

"Ohhhh! Yes!" Melissa groaned with satisfaction. "That's what I need! Fill me up, love. Fill me up completely. I- hoh!" she exclaimed loudly as John impudently shoved both hands fully into her yawning vagina and anus. "Oh, God! Yes! Just like that, love! You can fuck me all you want like that!" she encouraged, groaning once more as the man's lips fastened around her now throbbing clit and beginning to lash it slowly and steadily. "Gaagggghhh!" Melissa moaned hoarsely. "Oh, God, John! I can tell already you're gonna' make me come big time like that!"

Before she turned her face back to sucking Keith's almost erect cock, Melissa stole a quick glance around the bed. She couldn't see what kind of progress Keith was making with Stephanie's cunt and ass, but it appeared that her girlfriend was just about all the way up Brad's ass by now, plunging four fingers repeatedly into the boy's bunghole as she sucked avidly on her brother's prick. For his part, Brad seemed to have easily inserted both his hands into her mother's orifices because she could see both of his hands repeatedly plunging in and out of her crotch, his head bobbing up and down on the far side of her mother's body as Brad licked the woman's clit. And while she couldn't see what her mother was achieving with fisting John's asshole, her arm seemed to be steadily moving back and forth, so she assumed her mother was already all the way into John's bowels and was fucking him good as she sucked his gigantic prick.

With a smile that everyone in her beloved family seemed very well taken care of, Melissa returned her attentions to getting the rest of the way up her brother's ass and to sucking him into full erection. Keith's anal sphincter now seemed relaxed enough for Melissa to risk a fourth finger; Keith grunted as she pushed them all into his tightly stretched anus but made no other objections so she continued to push slowly and steadily inward. As her quadrupled fingers finally reached her palm, she ceased pushing and held the hand in place, allowing her brother's distended anus to relax into accommodating the intrusion. At the same time, she began to push gently forward with her fingers, trying to find the spot that she'd learned from experience seemed to drive guys wild. She knew she had found it when Keith gave a prolonged, muffled moan – his mouth being full of Stephanie's clit at the time – and his cock suddenly sprang up to its full glory, filling Melissa's mouth completely.

Now that she had something solid to work with, Melissa delightedly resumed her prior attempts to swallow her brother's cock completely down her throat. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, one of which left her coughing violently for a moment before she could recover, the pubescent redhead finally succeeded in getting Keith's prick swallowed all the way down her throat. Her brother moaned his appreciation, so from that point on, Melissa worked on trying her best to keep Keith's prick all the way down her throat, only releasing it as needed to keep breathing. Meanwhile, she began to work on getting her brother's ass hole fully stretched out enough to accommodate her entire hand, pushing her four fingers in and out, and rotating her hand with each plunge to distend his sphincter.

By now, John's relentless fisting of both her cunt and ass along with his steady flicking of her erect clit with his powerful tongue had Melissa nearly out of her mind with sexual excitement and she began to fret that she wouldn't be able to finish fisting Keith and getting him to shoot his load down her throat before her own string of orgasms started. She could already tell from the intense tingling sensations bubbling up within her cunt that once she started coming, she would never be able to stop until she was driven into total unconsciousness. This goaded her into finally giving one hard, determined thrust with her hand which succeeded in plunging it deeply into her brother's rectum.

Keith reacted with a gasp, but almost instantly began pushing back with his butt, urging Melissa to penetrate him further, which she took as a sign that her brother was loving the experience as much as she was. She began to fist-fuck the boy with a will, pulling her slippery hand out almost completely before plunging it deep into Keith's bowels, more deeply with each new thrust. Keith was groaning almost continuously now and pushing back desperately to meet each incestuous penetration of his ass.

Melissa could feel her brother's balls start to draw up close to his body with the free hand that had been cupping and caressing them and knew that his was just about to come. Releasing his impossibly stiff prick from her mouth momentarily and sucking in several deep breaths to ensure she could hold her breath long enough, Melissa once more drove her mouth and throat down onto Keith's rock-hard cock, swallowing it completely down her straining gullet. At the same time, she pressed firmly forward with her fingers that were buried deep inside her brother's insides, working to find his magical spot. She knew she had succeeded the instant she felt Keith's cock swell up to an enormous girth inside her throat and suddenly begin to jerk rhythmically, spurting jet after jet of his incestuous seed straight into her esophagus and stomach, accompanied by wild, muffled groaning from his lips that were still working on stimulating Stephanie's clit. She could even feel his orgasmic contractions as they rhythmically tightened his anal sphincter around her intruding hand and arm.

Keith's cock was so far down her throat that Melissa couldn't actually taste the spurting semen, but she could feel it filling up her stomach, and this sensation was enough to trigger the climax that had been attempting to claw its way to the surface from her tortured vulva for several minutes. To the suddenly convulsing young redhead, it felt as if a white-hot bomb had just gone off in her head, electric jolts of the most intense erotic bliss slamming up and down the length of her thrashing, plump body as she writhed, helpless against its incessant onslaught. As another climax launched even before the initial one had abated, Melissa felt herself rising, surfing on an incredible wave of sexual excitement that coursed through every inch of her shuddering body, a wave that somehow melted into the orgasm she was sharing with her brother until his rhythmic constrictions and continued pulses from his cock as the boy completely emptied his ball down her throat became one single, overpowering climax.

Through her sex-crazed fog, she vaguely heard similar, orgasmic noises emerging from the various other naked members of the family on the bed and even felt John's head between her legs jerk as he, too, began to shoot his massive load of semen into her mother's eagerly waiting mouth. This triggered yet another climax in Melissa, this one the most powerful and intense of all. Her bladder emptied involuntarily, squirting hot urine all over John's intruding hand and his face. She barely managed to yank her head back and off Keith's still spurting cock so she wouldn't suffocate when she lapsed into unconsciousness before, with the guttural cries and moans of her simultaneously climaxing family all around her ringing in her ears, the blackness rose up with a frightful roar, and Melissa knew nothing more.

 

Through the remainder of that day, one that Melissa would – at least until the birth of her first child – remember as the best day of her life, everything faded into a long, erotic, loving stream, blending together as a sequence of gut-wrenching orgasms followed by periods of unconsciousness, with every part of her body filled, penetrated, loved, caresses, licked, stroked and otherwise driving her along in an unbroken sensuous river. She would later recall that the family occasionally would break for a bite to eat before plunging into their renewed sexual frenzy and she remembered being covered by and her mouth being filled with more piss than seemed humanly possible as everyone diligently ensured that she and her mother received every golden drop the family had to offer.

But one scene from that incredible day would always remain burned into Melissa's memory. At some point during their extended orgy, Melissa had ended up at the bottom of the pile of her family members. She was lying on her back with her mother's gaping cunt pressed firmly into her face while John's massive cock plowed into the woman's asshole above Melissa's forehead. Melissa, in turn, had one hand shoved up John's ass all the way to the elbow and was pushing it in deeply to match each each manful thrust of John's hips. Her other hand was pushed up Stephanie's ass as her girlfriend lay across her plump body, her tongue working furiously across Meilssa's clit. Brad's cock was sliding in and out of Melissa's asshole while the boy's face was buried in his sister's cunt, lashing her clit with abandon. And Melissa's cunt was fully occupied by Keith's cock plunging in and out to match Brad's rhythm, both boys delighting in the feel of each other's hard cocks sliding against each other, separated only by the thin, internal tissue inside her body. Finally, her mother had managed to find both of Melissa's erect nipples under the tangle of heaving, writhing, grunting, and thrusting bodies and was pinching them as hard as she could, though they kept snapping off the tips of the nipples since everyone's bodies were by now completely drenched with oil, and each snap off her nipples was sending sharp, little electric thrills straight down into her yearning cunt, driving her closer and closer to what the twelve-year-old girl could already tell would be another massive, mind-blowing series of orgasms that would leave her shuddering and trembling as she lapsed into unconsciousness yet again.

And at that moment, with every part of her body filled by or filling the body of one of her beloved family members, Melissa felt tears of utter joy well up in her eyes. This, completely connected with all her family, physically, emotionally, spiritually, this was where she had always meant to be and where she would remain, come what may, for the rest of her life. And with that, she surrendured to the inevitable eruption of climaxes, safe in the all-enfolding embrace of her amazing family.