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Melissa closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in the warm sunshine as she lay in her favorite chaise lounge by the pool. Her two youngest children, two-year-old Aaron and 14-month-old Tina were nursing contentedly at her large, creamy breasts. Both of them seemed to love her tits just as much as their fathers, Aaron from John and Tina from Brad, though to be fair, everyone in the family appeared to love her tits, especially when, as now, they seemed to be always oozing with milk. At least no one could ever seem to resist passing her without leaning in for a quick suckle and taste. "Quality control", the adults would joke; the children needed no such justification and were always eager to latch on for a quick snack whenever she had a free nipple.
Melissa ran a hand serenely over the gentle swelling in her tummy. This was her favorite time of a pregnancy, the second trimester, when the morning sickness was over and before the constant aches and awkwardness of the final trimester, although her bouts of morning sickness were always mild, especially compared to Stephanie, whose nausea from pregnancy was so severe and continuous that she reluctantly made the decision to get her tubes tied after her second pregnancy, although her difficulties giving birth to the twins Jeremy and Jesse from her father probably contributed to that decision.
Melissa let herself reminisce about her life and the way everything had worked out even better than she had dared to imagine when she pushed, and succeeded, in getting her family and that of John Randall to merge into the large, happily fucking family they were today.
For another two years after those three incredible, wonderful, life-changing weeks seven years ago, they had continued to maintain two houses just to avoid unnecessary legal complications and unwanted questions. During that period, though, the times were rare when all six of them did not sleep together in the same house. They simply alternated between them as necessity or the mood took them. And they grew together and fell more and more in love with each other as the weeks turned to months and then years.
But once Melissa and Stephanie turned fourteen all that changed. After carefully discreet research, John and Melissa's mother had learned that in their state, girls as young as fourteen could be legally married under a special court order provided the groom was not more than five years older than the girl and provided that both the boy and girl had their parent's permission. The usual grounds for a court granting such a court order was pregnancy. Since that was exactly what Melissa and Stephanie intended anyway, that suited them perfectly.
Once both Melissa and Stephanie had their fourteenth birthday parties, both of them immediately stopped taking their birth control pills and from that point on until they confirmed both girls were pregnant, Melissa's cunt was off limits to anyone's cock but Brads and likewise Stephanie only allowed Keith's cock into her vagina, though neither had any compunction about allowing any of the family pricks into their mouths and asses. Per their plan, Margaret continued her birth control until both girls were confirmed pregnant and safely married.
Margaret claimed to be totally unsurprised when Melissa was the first one to `catch' and be confirmed to be pregnant, saying – only half jokingly - that she herself seemed to be able to get pregnant just by looking at a guy's come. They began to worry about the timing of their plan working out when first one month and then another went by without Stephanie becoming pregnant as well, but finally she missed her period the third month and they hustled her off to their doctor for confirmation. Once the doctor's test came back positive, the family held a celebration in their usual fashion, that is, with a night-long family orgy where both Melissa and Stephanie appreciatively accepted load after load of come in their pussies from all three men in the family.
The next step was to see both Melissa and Stephanie married to their `boyfriends'. This was managed with as much care and discretion as John and Margaret could manage. They deliberately picked two small, very rural counties far enough removed from each other that it seemed unlikely either would compare notes with the other, and then drove to the first one to arrange for Melissa and Brad to be married. When they arrived and explained their `situation' to the clerk in the county recorder's office, she seemed suprprisingly sympathetic, especially when John and Margaret both expressed their unwillingness to consider an abortion and their commitment to help raise the resulting child. Apparently, such a situation was not as unheard of as they imagined, and the clerk even appeared to understand their desire to have the marriage recorded in an out-of-the-way county. The helpful clerk made a couple of phone calls and soon found a judge available that same day who was willing to both grant the marriage order and to perform the marriage itself. So before Melissa could even properly take it all in, she was now Melissa Muller, wife of Bradford Muller and able to bear his child without fear of recriminations or legal problems.
They repeated the process for Stephanie and Keith in the other small county they had selected. While the clerk there wasn't quite as sympathetic as the first one was, he didn't raise any concerns and went ahead and processed the application. In this case, they had to wait a week until a judge had signed the order, but they were able to return and have the marriage performed as well.
Now that both the teenage girls were married, Margaret wasted no time in getting pregnant by John. True to her prediction, she missed her first period the same month she stopped taking her birth control pills, though, as Stephanie noted rather pointedly, with the huge amount of semen her father was regularly pumping into Margaret's pussy day and night, it should have been enough to impregnate a couple hundred women. In any event, now that there were not going to be any awkward questions about their children's marriages triggered by John and Margaret marrying, the two adults held a public wedding attended by numerous guests – mostly friends, since neither John nor Margaret had any close living relatives - but the guest list did include several people from John's old swinger days, whom the kids found meeting to be a huge source of speculation and entertainment.
John and Margaret's honeymoon, however, was a much more private affair. John had found a vacation home on a private island in a secluded lake where the entire family spent a whole week running about in the summer sunshine without ever putting on a stitch of clothing, fucking whenever and wherever the mood took them, napping and eating when necessary but otherwise using and enjoying each other's bodies in every way imaginable. By the time they had returned to their homes in the city, everyone was exhausted and all their orifices were terribly sore, but there were smiles of contentment on everyone's face that didn't go away for days afterwards.
Shortly after this, John revealed that he had been personally drawing up plans for a new home for all of them to live together in, one that was intended to be ideally suited to the family's rather unique requirements. They immediately put both their homes up for sale in order to finance the land purchase and the start of construction, financing that was aided by Melissa's father having finally caught up with his support obligations to her mother. This was opportune because of course he was no longer obligated to provide further support payments once Melissa's mother had remarried. As it was, though, Margaret was happy to be able to make that additional contribution to the new family dream home.
It took six months of intense work, with John calling in favors from every contractor with whom he'd worked over the years, but he'd managed to get their new home completed in time for everyone to get settled in well before Melissa gave birth to her first child, and the entire family agreed that the place was perfect for them. It was on a very secluded bit of properly in the chapparal-covered hills far from the nearest town. True, the view from its hilltop location wasn't especially scenic but then, as John pointed out, the object was to escape notice and the place was decidedly unlikely to be a destination for sightseers. A plain, padlocked gate adorned only by a simple "No Tresspassing" sign in front of a gravel driveway leading off the county road clearly conveyed `nothing to see here, folks'. Further in, out of sight of the public road, there was a much more sophisticated electronic gate and high fencing surrounding the immediate vicinity of the house, along with video surveillance. The children were taught almost from the moment they could talk at all that a parent yelling "Company!" meant putting on clothing and doing anything they wanted except sex. This had worked fine over the years. Visitors were infrequent and almost always scheduled in advance, though at one point they had an unannounced visit from a suspicious county sheriff who thought they might be growing pot out there. They allowed him to look wherever he wanted to and poke into every outbuilding; he eventually departed with his suspicions allayed and they hadn't been troubled by any law enforcement since.
The house itself was a marvel, ideally designed for a large family that was big on togerthness and lots of sometimes messy sex and not at all big on privacy. John had designed it with three levels in a circular form. The lowest level housed their garage, a bathroom and three bedrooms for when a family member was ill or just needed some peace and quiet, though these were little used, a workshop, and the utility room for the home's machinery, including the pump and filters for their swimming pool. The second level was basically one large, circular Great Room with a kitchen and dining space around one edge and relatively small cubbies with beds large enough to hold two or three at a time. The cubbies had curtains that could be drawn to limit the light for sleeping but no doors. There were two much larger spaces on that side of the great room. The first held a custom-made bed and mattress that accommodated all sixteen of the family members at once when they were squeezed tightly together – which, when they were all fucking, they usually were. John was beginning to fret about needed a separate or larger bed once Melissa's latest child was born, but since it would be a while yet before that child would be ready to join the family orgies, Melissa was confident John would figure something out. The second large space on that side was an enormous bathroom area containing four sinks, three toilets, and a vast shower area with multiple shower heads so that everyone could, when necessary, shower together at once. There were no doors on this space, either, since everyone in the family was as open about their bodily functions as they were about their sexual activities.
Finally, closest to the foyer that had both the front door and the door downstairs to the garage and lower level were a set of wide dressers and clothes rods above them. This constituted the family dressing area, and its location was deliberate because putting on clothes was the very last thing any of the family did before departing for the outside world, and because disrobing was the very first thing everyone did upon their return.
In the center of the great room was a large, raised, round, gas firepit that kept the entire room toasty warm when it was chilly outside and meant everyone was quite comfortable remaining completely nude, as they all basically did while at home. The firepit was surrounded by built-in tiled benches topped with lots of soft, waterproof cushions which made it an ideal additional space for family orgies as well as serving as the primary living room for the home.
The floors in the entire room were tiled and slightly sloped downwards toward the fire pit, which was ringed with a series of grate-covered drains. This meant that everything in the room could be come, pissed, or shit on and still easily hosed down afterwards, enabled by a pair of spigots with attached hoses on either side of the room.
The upshot of this design was that while the children were encouraged to use the toilets when inside just to minimize the amount of daily cleanup needed, no one was particularly fanatic about it, and even the parents had let themselves get into the habit of pissing wherever and whenever they needed to since everyone knew they would have to hose the place down each morning anyway. In fact, the only place that John was absolutely adamant about a `no pissing, no pooping' rule was in the swimming pool since it played merry hell with keeping the water clean and the chemical balance right. Everywhere else, inside or out, was fair game for peeing on. The rules were scarcely more stringent about shitting on the floor. This happened quite a lot because the only time any of the children who hadn't yet been toilet-trained were required to wear diapers was when they were put to bed. The parents reasoned that it was just as easy to wipe a mess up off the tiled floor with a paper towel as it was to change a diaper. The children occasionally seemed to share Brad's fascination with poop and took advantage of the laxity in the rules to occasionally deliberately shit on the floor and then proceed to play with the resulting pile, smearing it all over their and their siblings' bodies, though every parent, particularly Margaret, drew a hard line about poop getting anywhere near the kitchen or eating areas and firmly insisted on anyone so covered showering completely before they were allowed at the table.
Outside, the second level opened onto a large, shaded patio with an even larger pool beyond. This was the center of family life during with warm months and everyone had deep, all-over tans by the end of every summer, with the exception of Margaret, Melissa, and Melissa's third child, Bethany from Keith who had inherited her mother's red hair and sensitive skin. Those three had learned to limit their exposure to the sun and stay either in the water or under the patio awning when the sun was high in the sky.
Finally, the third level of the house, up a spiral metal staircase from the great room, was John's architecture practice office. It was surrounded by windows and had a fine view of the surrounding rugged hills and was strictly off limits to all children unless John was present.
Melissa roused from her reverie as she lay on the patio nursing her two youngest ones to give a quick look around, mentally checking off all of the remaining eight children with a practiced eye since her mother was inside the house, and probably starting the preparations for lunch. The five-year-olds – her son William – universally known as "Willy" - with a lanky frame reminiscent of his father Brad but with dark, auburn hair, Kim, who was Stephanie's daughter from Keith with a slightly fuller body than her mother and medium brown hair, and finally Celeste, her mother's daughter from John who was of medium build but with very dark brown hair and unnervingly intense eyes were all playing together quietly by the side of the pool on the side nearest the house. Melissa smiled fondly as she observed them. John dryly referred to them as the "Gang of Three" and indeed, the three of them did rather lord it over the other children, though even among them, Celeste was definitely the reigning queen despite being a few months younger than the other two. All the other children deferred to her and the parents soon learned that the best way to get all the children to go along with anything was to get Celeste on side first; once she decided she wanted to do it, the remaining children quickly fell in line. Trying to get Celeste to agree to something she didn't want to do could be a holy nightmare; the only threat that reliably worked was to say they would have to tell Poppa John. Celeste absolutely worshipped her father and the only thing in life she seemed to fear was his disapproval or disappointment.
Melissa continued to scan around the pool. Her second child, Sarah, who was four years old and also from Brad, with a fuller body than Willy and lighter hair, was hauling herself out of the pool, drops of water glistening off her deeply tanned skin. Melissa found her pussy start to drip again just looking at her daughter. There was just something about her that drove her wild with sexual desire; fortunately for her, Sarah seemed to heartily reciprocate those feelings, though she seemed almost as enthusiastic about sex with any of the other family females, whether adult or child. It was interesting, Melissa mused, how early in life the children seemed to settle into sexual preferences when they were in an environment where they were freely allowed to witness the sexuality of others and to explore their own sexuality without fear or judgment. Sarah, for example, seemed to lean completely to the lesbian side of the scale. She loved everything about women and girls' bodies and seemed to find them endlessly fascinating, from their breasts to their vulvas, even Stephanie's now rather hairy pussy, legs, and armpits – true to her promise years ago, Stephanie had never shaved anywhere. Most of all, Sarah loved licking pussies and, truth be told, Melissa acknowledged with a slight smile, the girl was getting frighteningly good at it. She seemed to be able to bring Melissa to a climax faster than anyone in the family and took fiendish delight in making her mother and grandmother come so hard and so many times in a row that they would black out. It wasn't even that she disliked boys or men; she simply had absolutely zero interest in them sexually. She understood that others in the family felt differently and accepted that, but even in full blown family orgies when everyone had their body parts in everyone else's body parts, Sarah's tongue and fingers would unerringly find their way to one of the women or girls.
With that thought in mind, Melissa's eyes sought out the two children at the opposite end of that spectrum, Stephanie's twin boys, Jeremy and Jesse. She spotted them lying in the grass beyond the far end of the pool and wasn't the least bit surprised to find them in an adorable sixty-nine, sucking on each other's four-year-old pricks. The twins – referred to collectively by the family as "JJ" because they were basically inseperable and had been almost since they could crawl – were Stephanie's second birth and had been fathered by John. In an almost mirror image of Sarah, both boys seemed to have settled on an exclusively male homosexual orientation. They loved playing with Keith's cock, but they were absolutely enthralled with John's massive organ and Brad's cock that had grown as he reached manhood into a gargantuan member that was actually slightly longer than his father's cock if with possibly a bit less girth. The twins loved sucking them into erection and especially loved making them shoot their semen into their mouths and all over their faces and body, eagerly lapping up and sharing the thick, creamy jism whenever they could get it. Margaret joked that semen was their comfort food, and indeed, they did seem most content when they had their bellies full of come. But above all, Jeremy and Jesse seemed to love each other, both emotionally and sexually. Neither of them had ever developed a thumb-sucking habit for the simple reason that they usually had the other's little dick in their mouth when they didn't need them for something else. And lately they had begun to experiment with each other's buttholes, exploring each other with their fingers, daring to stick their tongues into each other's anuses, and even starting to tentatively attempt penetrating each other with their cocks. The rest of the family observed this all with lurid interest and John predicted it wouldn't be long before they were demanding to be fucked by the grownup men in the family as well.
"Is Bethany inside?" Melissa asked Sarah who was starting to walk towards her, wringing out her wet hair. Bethany was Melissa's third child, a lovely redhead from her brother Keith. Bethany was only three, but already was showing the signs of having inherited her mother and grandmother's tendency to plump voluptuousness. She was also thoroughly bisexual, loving sex with everyone who would let her, and she had already developed a particular fondness for her grandmother's collection of sex toys and would spend hours playing with a vibrator buzzing insistently against her toddler-sized clit.
"Uh-huh," Sarah nodded. "She's helping Mamagret fix lunch. But," and the four-year-old girl's voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone, "When I looked, she was licking Mamagret's pussy instead." Before the children were born, the parents had wondered how or whether to try to distinguish which parent was each child's actual mother and father but had decided it shouldn't really matter. So they'd simply designated the mothers as `Mama' and their name, which quickly got shortened in childish usage to `Mamagret', `Mamalissa', and `Mamastepnie', and those names stuck. Similarly, the fathers became `Poppajohn', `Poppabrad', and `Poppakeef'. Keith tried unsuccessfully for a couple of years to at least get the kids to pronounce his name correctly, but finally bowed to the inevitable and accepted that he was going to be `Poppakeef' forever.
Seeing the wistful look on her daughter's face, Melissa was just about to suggest that Sarah would be welcome to lick her pussy instead when she suddenly frowned, realizing that she had only accounted for nine of the ten children. "Hey!" she yelled out, "Anyone seen Henry?" Henry was the fourth four-year-old in the family, a gorgeous blond cutie from Keith and their mother, but right now she couldn't see him anywhere.
"He's at the bottom of the pool," Sarah informed her casually.
"What??!!" Melissa shrieked so loudly that her mother came dashing out of the house, her immense breasts heaving and bouncing as she ran. Little Bethany came trundling behind her, her plump little body jiggling all over as she ran.
"What is it, love?" Margaret asked, looking wildly around for whatever the emergency was.
"Sarah says Henry is at the bottom of the pool!" Melissa cried.
"He's always there, Mamalissa," Sarah broke in as if it were obvious. "He likes it down there."
"H-how does he breathe?" Melissa's mother stammered.
"He can hold his breath a really long time," Willy volunteered, looking up from where the five-year-olds were playing by the pool. "He's fine. He says it's the only place where it's quiet here."
Melissa and Margaret both looked at each other in astonishment and then suddenly burst into gales of laughter. "I- I guess I can understand that!" Melissa guffawed once she could speak again. "There are a lot of wonderful things about having as many kids as we do, but a whole lot of peace and quiet isn't one of them. How long has this been going on?" she demanded of her son Willy.
"Just this week. It isn't bad is it?" he asked hopefully. Willy wasn't really malicious, but he did have a mischievous streak and was always on the alert for ways to get the other kids into trouble.
"No, it's not bad, now that we know he's doing it on purpose," Margaret answered, giving Willy a look that let him know she was on to his games. "Well, I'm glad it wasn't an actual emergency, anyway," she sighed, visibly relaxing. She glanced over at Melissa who was still holding Aaron and Tina at each breast. "Are they still drinking? They both look like they're about asleep. You ready for me to take them in for a nap?" she asked with a good-natured smile.
"They're starting to slow down," Melissa told her, "But no, they're still sucking. I'll send one of the kids in to let you know when they're done." At that moment, Tina's butt erupted with a large, smelly pile of poop that oozed down over Melissa's arm, side, and down to the patio deck, making the young, redheaded mother grimace ruefully.
"I'll get the paper towels and wipes, Mamalissa!" Sarah volunteered brightly, scampering off.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Melissa warmly thanked her daughter, who quickly returned and immediately began to wipe up the soft dollops of baby poop from wherever it had landed with a practiced hand. All the older children were experienced at cleaning up messes of poop and piss since much of the time it was their own, and the family rule, at least for the older children – and the adults, too, for that matter – was, you dropped, you clean it.
As Sarah worked to finish wiping up her infant sister's excrement, Melissa's mother nodded with a satisfied smile. "Looks like everything is under control here," she told Melissa. "Come on, Bethany. Shall we finish making lunch?"
"Okay!" little Bethany grinned.
"You mean finish licking Mamagret's pussy!" Sarah said accusingly.
"Of course," Margaret replied with a pointed look, "And keeping her grandma happy is one of the best ways to make sure everyone gets a delicious lunch." She smiled tightly. "Surely you can't complain about that?"
"No, Mamagret," Sarah answered contritely before looking up brightly. "When is Poppajohn getting home? He comes home tonight, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does, love," Margaret replied kindly, knowing that all of the children missed her husband whenever he had to travel even if, like Sarah, they didn't have any interest in him sexually. He was still the beloved patriarch of the family, though the kids found him a bit intimidating. He'd been away all week on a business trip to the East coast for a new client. "He promised he'll call as soon as his plane lands so we'll know when to expect him home. Anything else, dear, or may I be excused to finish preparing your lunch?" she asked the dark-haired four-year-old with a sardonically raised eyebrow.
"No, Mamagret. Thank you," Sarah answered meekly. "All cleaned up!" she announced proudly to Melissa.
"Thank you, sweetheart. That was very nice," Melissa praised her. "Now go throw all the dirty wipes in the garbage and wash your hands good – with soap and water, too, mind!" she warned sharply to Sarah's back as her daughter trotted off.
Once she was alone with her two nursing youngest ones, Melissa's mind wandered once more, reminiscing about how all their children came to be. Things had started off according to plan, with each of the women giving birth to their first children from their official husbands. Willy had been named for Brad's grandfather, that is, John's father. Stephanie wouldn't consider any name for her daughter but Kim, her own mother's name, and Melissa's mother named her own daughter after her first lover, Celeste.
Then the plan broke down when it came time for the women to get pregnant again, because where by rights, one of the other two should have had their next baby by Brad, instead it quickly became clear that Stephanie was only going to be happy if her next child was from her father, and even though she tried to be nice about it, everyone could tell that Melissa's mother really, really wanted to have her own son's baby next. But if Brad's feelings were hurt, he didn't show it, especially when Melissa assured him he could give her her next child, too. So it happened that even with their first children only a few months old, Melissa, Stephanie, and Margaret were all pregnant once more.
Sarah had been an easy birth for Melissa – her mother always said, looking at her full body and wide hips, that Melissa had a body made for having babies – but not so for either Stephanie or Margaret. The twins were such a struggle for poor, skinny Stephanie to deliver, not to mention the unrelieved morning sickness, that she insisted on having her tubes tied shortly after, swearing there was no way on earth she was going to go through that again. And Melissa's mother had such severe complications giving birth to Henry that he had to be delivered by C-section, and the surgery that followed meant Margaret could never have children again, much as she would have liked to.
That left Melissa as the only woman in the family still capable of bearing children. But, as she had discovered, birthing came easy to her and she fully enjoyed being pregnant, at least most of the time. So she willingly allowed first her brother to impregnate her, resulting in Bethany, and then John, who gave her her youngest son Aaron, named after John's first homosexual lover, which gave a nice symmetry to her mother's naming Celeste.
The family had asked her seriously if Melissa was ready to stop after four children, since she had now had at least one child from each of the husbands. But Melissa pointed out that Brad hadn't had all his share yet, since he should have had one from both Margaret and from Stephanie, so she asked Brad if he would like to give her another child. They way his face had lit up in delight instantly let Melissa know she had said the right thing, and they started working on the project that very night. Since Melissa's was the only pussy off-limits for John's and Keith's cocks, the other men weren't very much inconvenienced and the readiness with which Melissa got pregnant meant that it was less than a month before was was expecting again, this time with the little, dishwater-blond girl they named Tina, simply because both she and Brad liked the name.
But her current pregnancy was something altogether different she mused as she stroked the gently swelling curve of her abdomen, marveling anew, as she always did, at the miracle of feeling a new life growing within her. The story she'd allowed the rest of the family to believe was that she wanted to get pregnant again but was simply leaving it up to chance as to who the father was. But in fact, she knew exactly who the father of her unborn baby was. It was her birth father, Joe.
When Joe had finally paid up his back child-support just before Margaret had married John, Melissa's father didn't even seem to be too disgruntled by the timing. This may have been due to the fact that Joe, himself, had recently found a serious girlfriend. He had followed Melissa's early advice and proceeded to be completely open and honest with any woman he started dating regarding his history of sex with his daughter and his ongoing interest in sex with children. This had resulted in several instantly broken-off relationships and, in one case, a visit by the police to Melissa when one of her father's erstwhile girlfriends had reported him for child abuse. Melissa naturally denied it completely, delivering an award-worthy acting performance of at first feigning being disgusted at the very notion and then amusement at her father's cleverness in finding an effective way of dumping a girlfriend. The police left both of them alone thereafter and Melissa and her father had a good laugh about it when she next had her visit with him. Her father had been especially grateful and the sex with him that day had been particularly nice, too. Melissa had continued to coach the man on being a more gentle, patient, and considerate lover which was not only nice for her but meant that her father was actually able to attract the interest of far more women than he'd ever imagined possible. True, all of them had fled as soon as he admitted his perverted desires. All of them, that is, until he met Linda.
Linda was a short, blond woman, thirty-five years old at the time she started dating Melissa's father. She had a somewhat dumpy figure with soft, saggy breasts but a beautiful smile that miraculously transformed her entire appearance into something wonderful. Melissa could tell there was something special about her just from the way her father talked about his new girlfriend. In fact, he seemed to like her so much that he kept postponing the moment of truth when he would have to risk losing her by telling her about his incestuous and pedophilic desires and history. It required some serious nagging by Melissa to get her father to suck it up and just get it over with.
But to everyone's surprise and delight, Linda wasn't the least bit put off by the knowledge that her boyfriend had had sex with his own daughter. It turned out that she, too, had been raised having sex with her own father, hot, loving, and fully consensual sex with him right up to the year he died when she was only thirteen. So the notion of a father having sex with his young daughter was the most natural thing in the world for Linda. And when, on hearing this, Joe confessed that he still was regularly fucking his fourteen-year-old daughter, Linda was ecstatic and there was nothing for it but that Melissa had to come over as soon as she possibly could and let her witness this wonder. Since Melissa still owed her father the promised weekend where she would be his to do with as he liked, the timing was perfect and they made plans for her to join both her father and Linda the very next weekend.
Melissa liked Linda the instant she saw her, and as soon as the preliminary demonstration of letting her father fuck her to prove to Linda that he hadn't been making the whole thing up was accomplished, the very next moment found Linda and Melissa with their faces buried in each other's cunts, Linda sucking out every bit of Melissa's father's incestuous seed as they licked each other into one frenzied climax after another. They spent the rest of the weekend having wild sex in just about every way two women and a man possibly can.
And when Melissa got back to her family and reported on what had occurred, even her mother seemed relieved, for it seemed like there was now very little chance of Joe somehow wreaking havoc with her family's life. She was less happy when Melissa declared that she fully intended on seeing both Joe and Linda regularly, but finally sniffed that since she was a married woman now, who she slept with was between her and her husband. Melissa instantly protested that she was married to everyone in the family, including her mother, so she really needed it to be okay with her as well as everyone else. After a bit of time to reflect and, Melissa suspected, some private words from John, Stephanie, or both, her mother relented and gave her blessing to Melissa continuing to have an ongoing relationship with her father and the woman who soon would be Joe's wife.
Linda quickly got pregnant and bore Joe an adorable little girl, one she enthusiastically trained up to love her father in every way possible. By the time little Alice was four, she was already fully able to fit her father's cock into her tight little cunt and even more easily up her somewhat looser asshole. Whenever Melissa visited, she heartily took part in all the family sex there, seeing very little difference between that and the sex she was already having with her own children at home.
Having all this in common had eventually led to a promising reconciliation between Melissa's mother and Joe, and to acceptance of Joe's family as another one like their own by the rest of Melissa's family. They even invited Joe, Linda, and little Alice over a visit. Melissa hadn't breathed a word about her own family's incestuous and pedophilic practices but when her father, Linda, and Alice had arrived and been introduced, little Sarah had walked up to Alice, naked as the day she was born, and asked Alice if she could lick her pussy, so the cat was finally out of the bag. Linda seemed fascinated by their six-way marriage and wanted to know if the girls in the family would be allowed to have babies by their own fathers when they grew older. Joe just seemed most interested in the four little girls running around without their clothes (Melissa was still pregnant with Tina at this time) and kept adjusting the obvious hard-on in his clothes.
Finally Linda just blurted that they would love to be able to have sex with all their family, and would that be alright? John and Margaret looked searchingly at each other; when John smiled and shrugged, Melissa's mother's answer was to simply pull off her clothing, walk over to Linda, sit on her lap, and begin kissing her passionately. The other parents quickly followed suit – the children all having instantly disrobed the minute they saw that Sarah hadn't gotten in trouble for it – and soon a full-fledged orgy ensued. For a while, Melissa thought everything was going swimmingly; her mother even allowed her ex-husband to fuck her, and the children took to Alice like she was a brand-new toy at Christmas. They were doubly impressed when Alice informed them that, of course, her father fucked her, in both her cunt and her ass. There was an instant clambor to see this acted out, and Joe obligingly lubed up both Alice's cunt hole and ass and proceeded to fuck her in one and then the other while Linda beamed proudly.
Just when Melissa was daring to hope that this might become a recurring event and that all the bad blood between her father and her mother could be washed away, Joe caught a glimpse of John, Keith, and Brad fully ensconced in each other's embrace, John fucking Keith's ass while Keith plowed into Brad's. Joe was first visibly shocked and then outraged and began shouting at Keith about how no son of his was going to be a God-damned faggot, which made John absolutely livid. Melissa realized she had never seen the man truly angry before and it was a fearsome sight. John savagely pulled out of Keith's ass and stalked over to Joe, his face a mask of cold fury as he towered over the man. Joe sort of wilted in fear and mumbled something about not understanding how guys could be like that. John managed to avoid strking the man, but bluntly informed him he was no longer welcome in his house – ever. Joe scuttled off, dragging Linda and their daughter between them, barely pausing to put on their clothes before they hurried out the door.
Melissa was aghast, totally mortified, but most of all beside herself with rage at her father. She flatly refused to visit him or even speak with him for an entire year after that and only relented after months of begging by Linda, and even little Alice, whom Linda put on the phone to cry about how much she missed her big sister `Lissa. Melissa talked it over with the rest of the family, most of whom were of the opinion that they thought Melissa was out of her mind to even consider a reconciliation but that, as long as she didn't try to bring him back there, what she did elsewhere was her own business. So Melissa ultimately resumed regular visits to, and sex with, her father and his family, though not before giving Joe a blistering tongue-lashing about his bigoted and embarrassing behavior. It was clear her father wasn't ever going to get over his discomfort with male homosexuality (Melissa had tried pointing out that his randy enthusiasm for female homosexuality just made him a hypocrite, to little avail), but the man never made another negative comment about it, at least in Melissa's hearing.
So things with her father's family settled back into some semblance of their old routine, with Melissa making at least one visit per month and thoroughly enjoying at least the sex with Linda and little Alice, though things were never quite the same with her father. But once Melissa had given birth to Tina, Linda mounted an all-out campaign to have Melissa get pregnant by her father. It turned out that Linda's greatest regret in life was that she hadn't been able to get pregnant by her father before he died, and she was determined that Melissa wouldn't have to miss out on that experience. Melissa was highly skeptical initially, but Linda kept on and kept on, finally wearing her resistance down with a solemn promise that not even Joe would ever know – it would be a secret just between the two of them.
Once Melissa had agreed, Linda took full charge of the arrangements, getting the details of Melissa's menstrual cycle so she could time a visit with them at the most likely moment of ovulation. Melissa had already given out that she was intending on leaving her next pregnancy to chance, but no one but Stephanie even looked sideways at her when Melissa announced she was going to spend the next weekend at her father's. Stephanie confronted her and Melissa eventually spilled the beans, secretly relieved that she wouldn't have to conceal this from her first and truest lover. Stephanie just shook her head at Melissa's hopeless romanticism but agreed to keep her mouth shut.
Once at Joe's house, Linda ensured that, no matter what kind of foreplay led up to it, every one of Joe's ejaculations managed to be deep into Melissa's vagina, and she also ensured that after every time her husband filled up Melissa's cunt, Melissa would lie on her back with her hips raised to ensure the maximum amount of his incestuous sperm would flow freely into her womb. By the time Melissa left Joe and Linda's at the end of the weekend, her father's balls were completely drained and Melissa herself was ninety percent sure she was already pregnant.
Which, as it turned out she was. Her next period never arrived, which was how Melissa now found herself relaxing on their patio in the shade, four months pregnant with her biological father's baby, and only three people on the planet actually knowing who the real father was. She sighed deeply, a riot of emotions running through her – happiness about being pregnant again, and even being secretly pleased that she could carry her father's baby. Her mother's taunting all those years ago about Melissa feeling compelled to `collect the entire set' wasn't that far off the mark. There was something that just felt like it closed a circle with her – carrying the child of the man who had started her own life and who had, in reality, been her very first sex partner. The only thing she hated was having to keep it a secret from the rest of the family, bar Stephanie, which would have been unbearable. She stroked the smooth, rounded flesh of her tummy, sighed once more, and refocused her attention on the two children who were still ardently suckling her profusely lactating nipples.
Aaron was old enough now to know not to bite – at least not too much – as he sucked, but Tina's teeth were still coming in and she was gnawing away at Melissa's well-used nipple, which normally wouldn't be that much of a problem, except that it kept sending highly erotic little thrills down to her pussy, which was already starting to drip copiously (as usual!). And even this wouldn't be a problem except that in order to keep both children supported, she couldn't let go of either of them to reach her oozing cunt and rub out a nice little orgasm and she was getting more and more sexually frustrated.
Salvation arrived in the form of Sarah, who finally returned from washing her hands. "Mamalissa," Sarah begain in a wheedling tone, "I'm kind of hungry, too. Are they ever gonna' be done?"
"They will be soon, love," Melissa assured her pretty, somewhat plump daughter. "Though you know," she added with a sly grin, "If you wanted to hurry things up a bit, you could lick my pussy. You know how much it makes my milk let down when I come. Then they'd get full even faster."
"Oh! Could I?" Sarah blurted in delight.
"Of course, my sexy little girl," Melissa grinned, her voice already husky with sexual anticipation. "And you know you're welcome to my pussy whenever you'd like it," she assured her daughter before moaning deeply with erotic bliss as she felt Sarah's lips close around her clit in that unique way she had of latching onto it, almost as if it were a third nipple. Sarah also immediately began to work fingers up her mother's cunt hole as well. It wasn't long before she had squirmed and twisted her small hand enough that it was all the way up Melissa's vagina.
"Haaaggggggghhh!" Melissa groaned loudly, feeling her hips rise up involuntarily in an unconscious effort to force more of her daughter's hand and arm up her pussy. If there was one thing Sarah loved as much or more than licking pussy, it was fisting them, finding no apparent end of fascination with being able to reach all the way up inside another person. Since the girl's small hand wasn't even as big around as either John's or Brad's cock, taking Sarah's fist and arm up her cunt was hardly a problem; Melissa loved feeling her daughter pushing back up into where she'd come from in the first place.
Despite her rapidly rising sexual excitement, Melissa could hear the muted voices of the five-year-olds by the pool who had just been joined by Henry, having apparently grown bored with sitting by himself on the bottom of the pool and decided to rejoin civilization.
"...going on?"
"...fucking Mamalissa."
"Again..."
"What?...don't like fucking her, too?"
"Not saying that!"
"Everyone loves to fuck Mamalissa!"
Melissa smiled to herself. It was no secret that the children had certain favorites among the parents, which was not to say that they weren't happy to engage in sex with any of them, sexual orientation notwithstanding. Most of the kids were a little in awe of John, though the JJ twins absolutely adored playing with his cock. Melissa's mother was the one to turn to for comfort if they were hurt or frightened, and the one who always read them their bedtime stories. Both Keith and Stephanie were away from the home a lot since they were enrolled in the state college back in the city and neither of them ever seemed to be completely at ease with the children except in small doses. Brad, on the other hand, was the fun parent, the one who was always willing to play and just be silly with them; the minute he would walk in the door after work, they would mob him as soon as Melissa had given him his welcome-home fuck. But Melissa was the one they seemed to enjoy sex with the most, possibly because she was always willing allow them to put their little hands and arms – and occasionally their feet – up her holes as well as let them piss on her wherever and whenever. They were always trying to find new and inventive ways to make her come and would crow with delight whenever any of them made her come so hard she passed out. They all found it great fun, and fortunately for the children, Melissa loved it just as much.
By now, the combination of Sarah's merciless clit buzzing and rhythmic slamming of her hand and arm all the way up Melissa's cunt hole and the continuing sucking on her breasts and biting and gnawing on her hypersensitive nipples was beginning to make the voluptuous young mother's head spin and her pussy begin to send out premonitory tingles warning her that the first climax was imminent. "Oh, God, you wonderful little witch!" she gasped, never ceasing to be amazed at the erotic sensations her young, lesbian daughter could elicit from her throbbing twat. "Hunnngghh! Hunnnggghh! Hunnggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God! You're doing it, my baby! You're- hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! You're gonna'- ohhhhhh! Oh, fuck, Sarah! I'm- oh, God! I'm coming! Oh, God! You're making- haaagggghhh! Making me come! Making me come so hard!"
She heard Celeste's voice unexpectedly by her ear. "Don't worry, Mamalissa. We'll hold the babies." The shuddering, thrashing redhead opened her eyes to see that all the five-year-olds plus Henry were standing around her, watching her climax with bright, eager eyes, but they also had steadying hands out supporting Aaron and Tina.
Knowing that she needn't worry about dropping them to the patio deck as she wildly convulsed or blacked out, Melissa gratefully surrendered to the excruciatingly intense sensations, each greedy bite of Tina's teeth on her oozing, hard nipple sending sharp, electric jolts into her cunt to compete with the white-hot, searing flames of ecstasy each new orgasmic contraction that was wrenching her cunt around Sarah's recklessly plunging hand into her. With the keenly interested audience gathered, Melissa knew there was no way the wicked little girl was going to relent until she had driven her mother unconscious, so she just relaxed and surrendured to the inevitiable, feeling another climax launch even before the first one abated.
Deciding not to wait until it happened of its own volition, Melissa vigourously squirted out her entire bladder's worth of hot, astringent urine onto Sarah's still thrusting arm and onto the patio deck below, bringing a chorus of `oohs' and `aahhs' from the assembled children watching intently.
"Won't be long now," Melissa heard Celeste sagely predict. "You've almost got her, Sarah!"
Melissa wouldn't have imagined it possible, but thus encouraged, little Sarah sped up her frenzied licking of her mother's rhythmically pulsing clit and drove her arm into Melissa's gaping, abused cunt hole so fast the elbow seemed a blur to the other children. Then, as the most intense, gut-wrenching orgasm of all crashed into Melissa's writhing, trembling body, she tipped her head back and howled incoherently, the cry rising to a high, shrill scream as she convulsed uncontrollably, unable to think about anything but the overpowering wave of erotic sensation that was lifting her up, up, and finally consuming her with utter blackness.
When Melissa opened her eyes once more and her orgasm-fogged brain cleared enough for her to be fully aware of her surroundings, the first thing she was aware of was the greatly increased weight on her body compared to before. She looked down with bemusement as she saw that the heads contentedly sucking on her still-lactating tits now belonged to Sarah and Henry.
"Uh, hi, my loves," Melissa croaked hoarsely. "Where are Tina and Aaron?"
Henry raised his head and looked at her with those gorgeous eyes that always made Melissa's insides flutter, so reminiscent of his father Keith's they were. "Mamagret came and took them in for their nap," he informed her. "They both fell asleep right after you came, and she came out to make sure you were okay when she heard you screaming like that," he added with a sly chuckle.
"Huh," Melissa sniffed. "My mother certainly ought to know by now what I sound like when I come. So you two just figured you couldn't let a nice, milky tit go to waste, huh?"
Now Sarah raised her head with a puzzled frown, "But you said I could if I made you come," she protested.
"Yes, yes I did, my love. And you certainly did make me come!" she shook her head in wondering appreciation. "I still can't believe how good you are at that, sweetheart!"
"Hmm-hmm," Sarah nodded without a trace of false modesty as she resumed her eager sucking on her mother's freely dripping breast.
Raising her eyebrows mischievously, Melissa brought the fingers of both hands up to her mouth in turn and coated them with saliva before returning them to caress perfectly-formed, silky-smooth bottoms of both children, pushing the slimy digits deeply into the space between their legs, seeking and finding Henry's small, puckered anal rosette and inserting a finger up the boy's butt before pushing the other hand even more deeply into Sarah's crotch to press firmly with a slick finger into her daughter's four-year-old cunt hole. Both children moaned in incestuous gratitude and bucked their hips up to try to get more of the young mother's finger into their private orifices.
Melissa steadily finger-fucked the children as they contentedly lapped the milk from her breasts, noting that Sarah's small cunt was already starting to respond to such stimulation by secreting quim. She suspected it wouldn't be long before they could no longer ingnore the older girls' heartfelt pleas to allow the grown men in the family to start fucking them. Celeste and Kim, in particular, girls had been growing increasingly vociferous about being `big enough to fuck' just like the mommies, especially after seeing little Alice take her father's cock up both her ass and her cunt without batting an eye when she was barely four years old, and while Willy and Henry seemed more diffident, the twins made no secret of their desire to take a full-grown cock up their asses as soon as possible. And while Sarah still seemed content with sex with the women in the family, Melissa wondered how long that would persist once she saw the `big girls' getting cocks inside them, and she still might start to ask for getting more than a couple fingers in her orifices, even from the women.
John had been very nervous about the possibility of injuring the children – he still hadn't forgotten the scare he'd had when he deflowered his daughter Stephanie at age twelve – and so far had resisted all the children's incessant begging. But Melissa's mother found what seemed to be a way forward: she'd purchased each of the four and five-year old girls and boys their own set of dildos ranging in size from the diameter of a toothbrush handle up to the largest that approximated the girth of Keith's erect cock and told them to start practicing. Once they could demonstrate that they could take the largest dildo without a problem, then they'd reconsider. The girls all threw themselves into the project with a will as did "JJ", and it wasn't long before even little Bethany was demanding her own set. That was solved by Henry gladly donating his to the cause, declaring he could wait a while to be fucked himself and that he was more interested in helping the girls get ready anyway; he didn't mind the feeling of a single finger up his butt but wasn't interested in attempting more, being the most firmly heterosexual of the boys.
So now, whenever Melissa was engaged in any kind of sex with the girls, she did her part to actively work on stretching out their juvenile vaginas and anuses, which was why she now pushed a second finger beside the first into Sarah's four-year-old cunt hole. "Just relax and take deep breath, love," she coached as her daughter gasped at the somewhat painful intrusion. "That's right, you're doing really well," she nodded as she felt the girl's vaginal sphincter gradually loosen and she began to push back with her hips, silently urging Melissa to penetrate her more deeply. Sarah gave a muffled grunt as Melissa's paired fingers finally pushed all the way in to the palm, her lips and tongue continuing to avidly suck the freely flowing milk from her mother's nipple. When Melissa began to cautiously wriggle the two fingers beside each other inside Sarah's cunt, the four-year-old began to whimper with pleasure.
Feeling like her daughter was ready for another level, Melissa temporarily pulled the two fingers out of Sarah's juvenile vagina and pushed her thumb in instead in order to lubricate it. Reinserting the paired fingers – accompanied by a contented sigh from her daughter – Melissa now slowly but inexorably pushed the quim-slickened thumb into Sarah's anus.
"Oh!" Sarah gasped, raising her head up from Melissa's breast momentarily. "You're in both my holes!"
"That's right, love," her mother purred. "Do you like that?"
"I do!" Sarah blurted, sounding surprised. "It feels like, I don't know, better. Like I'm filled up," she explained.
"Oh, believe me, my love, I understand that completely," Melissa chuckled throatily.
"Is that why you like to be fisted in your ass and your cunt at the same time?" Sarah asked beguilingly. The parents had encouraged all the children to use the bedroom words for their body parts and obscene activities when they were engaged in sex or sex play, though it still sounded odd to Melissa's ear to hear such language from such little children.
"It sure is, sweetheart," Melissa affirmed. "How's that feeling now? You want me to try a third finger in your pussy?" she asked, wondering how adventurous her young daughter was feeling.
"Uh, I guess," Sarah answered somewhat dubiously. "You'll stop if it hurts, right?"
"Of course, my love," Melissa assured her tenderly. She pulled her fingers back out of Sarah's partially distended pussy hole and licked them. "Mmm, your pussy tastes so good, sexy girl," she murmured.
"Let me taste," both Sarah and Henry begged simultaneously, making Meliss smile broadly at their lascivious eagerness. She pushed the pair of fingers back into Sarah's vagina and wriggled them once more, making her daughter squirm and moan with erotic bliss before she pulled them out, offering the glistening digits first to Henry, who licked them completely clean with an entranced expression, and then pushing them back into Sarah's cunt once more before presenting them to her daughter's face.
"Mmm-hmmm!" Sarah murmured as she licked her own quim from her mother's fingers. "I do taste good!" She laughed at her own audacity before a pensive expression crossed her face. "I taste different from Kim or Celeste," she mused. "And all the mommies taste different from each other, too. But Bethany's pussy tastes more like mine."
"Huh! That's interesting that you noticed that," Melissa replied as Sarah resumed her eager nursing and her mother pushed her thumb back into the girl's anus and gently began to insert three tightly-bunched fingers into her cunt. "That's probably because you're most closely related to Bethany," she explained, "Since you both have the same mother. Have you tasted baby Tina's pussy juice yet?" she asked. "Tina is the most closely related of all the girls to you, since you have the same mother and father."
Sarah raised her head to regard her mother with interest, though her eyes were decidedly glassy as the pressure stretching her vaginal opening continued to mount. "Uh-uh," she shook her head in the negative, "But I will!" she promised with a grin. "Oooh, that kind of hurts now, Mommie," she added with a wince.
"Thanks for telling me, angel," Melissa smiled gently. "We'll hold up there for a minute and let you get used to it like this." Sarah nodded and resumed sucking milk from her mother's ample breast.
Meanwhile, Melissa noticed that Henry's small prick had been slowly growing harder against the plump roll of her tummy in response to her slow, steady finger-fucking of his ass and now he had begun to unconsciously grind his little erection into her soft flesh. With a smile, she picked up the tempo of her penetration of the boy's anus to match the rhythm of his thrusting. To date, Henry had never experienced a climax, though Willy and the twins were able to occasionally reach dry orgasms after a fashion, and Melissa wondered if today might be the day for Henry. (To all the parents' surprise, all the girls except little Tina had been able to climax from a very early age, in Bethany's case at two years old, albeit aided by a vibrator, and they had all come to expect it as a normal part of their sex play.) So Melissa tried to help Henry by pushing his pelvis up and down against her as well.
Now Melissa began to press her tripled fingers inward very slowly against the tight constriction of Sarah's vaginal ring. At the same time, she also started to fuck her daughter's ass with her thumb, hoping it would provide a useful distraction. It seemed to work, for Sarah made no further complaint as she continued to nurse at Melissa's nipple, and a short while later the young girl was beginning to thrust back regularly against her mother's intruding fingers in time with the regularly plunging thumb. By the time Melissa's tripled fingers had actually managed to stretch Sarah's cunt wide enough to penetrate all the way into her vagina, the four-year-old girl was moaning loudly and panting heavily. Melissa smiled to herself with satisfaction, pleased that not only had she succeeded in stretching out Sarah's cunt more than she'd ever been able to do before, but that it also appeared she was going to be able to make her little girl come as an unexpected bonus.
The depraved thrill from that knowledge coupled with the little erotic thrills that kept shooting down to Melissa's own pussy from the constant suckling of her fully erect and flowing nipples by the two children made her realize that she might even reach a climax of her own despite not being able to touch her own pussy. "You both can bite me a little if you want to," she suggested to Henry and Sarah in a voice grown husky from arousal. "Gaaaggghh! Oh, God! Okay, not quite that hard!" she shrieked, laughing despite the sudden pain at the children's enthusiastic response, sighing with relief and pleasure as they both eased off and began to nip the lactating nubs more gently.
Suddenly Henry raised his head up from Melissa's breast and cried, "My dick feels funny! Like I need to pee but I can't!"
"That's good, sweetie," Melissa assured him, speeding up the tempo of her finger-fucking of the boy's ass and pushing deeply in to press on his prostate. "That's supposed to happen. Keep going! I think you may be about to come!" she urged throatily.
Melissa also began to vigorously fuck little Sarah's cunt with three fingers and her ass with her thumb, alternating back and forth between the two, moving faster and faster, working to bring her daughter to a climax at the same time as her cousin Henry. Sarah responded almost instantly, grunting and gasping as she sucked and bit at Melissa's highly sensitive nipple, her childish hips bucking up and down to meet every plunge of her mother's fingers into her distended cunt hole. Within less than a minute, the brown-haired four-year-old girl was shuddering and writhing in the throes of a climax, her ass continuing to push back against Melissa's intruding fingers in a wanton attempt to drive them ever more deeply into her vagina. With her own orgasm already starting to bubble up from within her profusely dripping pussy, Melissa recklessly added a fourth finger into the group thrusting deeply into her daughter's cruelly stretched cunt hole and rammed the fingers into the girl. Sarah raised her head and emitted a piercing scream, but to Melissa's experienced ear, it sounded much more like a girl that was coming really hard than one who was in pain. Sure enough, the redheaded mother felt another climax launch within Sarah's ravaged cunt hole, the sides of her orifice constricting rhythmically around Melissa's penetrating fingers. And then another orgasm started within her daughter's pussy even before the prior one had abated.
With a cry of excruciating ecstasy, Sarah thrust her face down onto Melissa's nipple and bit – hard. Realizing that her daughter was probably drawing blood now but being wholly beyond caring, Melissa felt the orgasm that had been simmering just below the surface for several minutes suddenly erupt, and then it was her turn to jerk spasmodically and shudder uncontrollably in the grip of an overpowering climax.
And while she was still writhing and trembling, Melissa suddenly felt Henry's entire body go completely rigid, his eyes flying open wide in surprise, and then she felt his small, very hard cock start to pulse rhythmically against the soft, plump flesh of her tummy and she knew, with wonderous delight, that she was getting to feel her nephew's very first orgasm, which was enough to trigger yet another climax within her still quivering cunt. She might have been pushed into yet another series of orgasms that would have driven her unconscious again, except that Sarah's body suddenly went completely limp and the girl stopped fiercely biting Melissa's raw nipple, allowing her to finally stop coming.
For a long moment, Melissa simply lay still, panting furiously to recover her breath and holding tightly onto both children to keep them from slipping off her freely perspiring body onto the patio deck. She raised her eyes eventually to look at Henry, whose expression of amazed bliss was so profound that Melissa had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud at the young boy.
"Did I come?" Henry asked, his eyes still wide with unexpected astonishment.
"It sure felt like it to me," Melissa smiled proudly. "What did you think?"
"I was- it was...I can't even say!" the young, pretty blond boy shook his head in amazement. "It felt like my dick and my head all kind of exploded! Is that what it's like when you come?"
"Yep, pretty much," Melissa nodded indulgently. "It's a little different for everyone, and it even feels different at different times for the same person. But congratulations, love. You should be very proud of yourself. Not to mention how much more you're going to enjoy the family sex from now on," she added with an admittedly lewd grin.
Henry's eyes grew even wider. "Oh! You mean I'll come some more when we do?"
"Maybe not every time," the young redheaded mother acknowledged gently, "But yeah, now that it's happened once, you'll probably find that it happens more and more from now on."
"Wow!" Henry breathed, his smile turning dreamy. He looked back at Melissa. "You came, too, didn't you? And Sarah, huh?"
"Yes, sweetie, we all came together. Wasn't that nice?" Melissa beamed.
"Yeah. I liked it," the boy nodded, looking so solemn that Melissa had to chuckle.
"I always love it when we can share something that feels so good with the family members I love, Henry," she replied tenderly.
At that moment Sarah groaned loudly and stirred. "Wh- what happened?" she asked muzzily.
"You came, dear," Melissa informed her with a mischievous smile. "And you came so hard you blacked out. Just like the mommies do all the time," she added, waiting to see how that news would sit.
She needn't have worried. "Really?!!" the four-year-old cried with delight. "Does that mean I'm a grownup now?"
"Well, not yet, my love, but you definitely took a couple of big steps in that direction just now," her mother smiled proudly. "First, unless there's something you haven't told me, I do believe this was the first time you came so hard you passed out. So that tells me your body is getting more and more ready for real grown-up sex. But there's something else, too," she added with a suggestive smile.
"What? Tell me!" her little lesbian daughter demanded.
"Well, just now when you were coming, I was able to get four fingers all the way inside your vagina, honey. Now I know that you're not as anxious to have one of the grown-up men fuck you with their cocks as the other girls are, but I think you're probably ready for that if you ever decide you want to try it," Melissa explained.
Sarah blinked rapidly, looking stunned. "Huh! I mean, uh, really?"
"Yep," Melissa confirmed. "When Mommastepnie and I first became lovers, that's how we knew she would be able to fuck her daddy-"
"That's Poppajohn!" Sarah supplied, appearing enthralled with the story.
"Yes, it sure is," Melissa nodded. "And you know what a great big cock Poppajohn has! So Mommastepnie was really worried that she wouldn't be able to fit him all inside her without hurting herself. But once I could fit four fingers in her pussy at once, then we knew she'd be able to handle him."
"So..." Sarah mused dubiously, "Does that mean that Poppajohn will fuck me now?"
"My love, no one will fuck you if you don't want them to. Ever. That's rule number one in this family; you know that," her mother assured her firmly. "All I am saying is that – provided you take things nice and slow and get really turned on first, like we did today – your vagina is now grown up enough to stretch to fit a grown-up cock. Or, if you don't like the idea of a cock, then one of the other girls' hands would fill you up just as nicely."
"Oooh! I like that!" Sarah breathed, her breath already starting to quicken at the thought.
"I thought you might," her mother smiled knowingly. "Anyway, when you get back inside, you might want to check how that biggest dildo Mamagret got you fits now. I'll bet it will go into you just fine now."
"Oh! I will!" Sarah giggled delightedly.
Henry had been following this conversation with equal interest and was just about to speak when their quiet interlude was interrupted by an outraged shriek from Kim where she and the other five-year-olds had been playing. "Willy! You peed on me! Mamalissa! Willy peed on me without asking!"
Melissa sighed deeply. She had known her son was about to get into some mischief; he had been quiet for far too long. "Willy!" she called out sharply, looking over at the three children. Her auburn-haired son was still standing behind Kim, his dick – an impressively long one for a five-year-old boy – was still in his hand. "William Bradford Muller! Get your little butt over here this minute!" she demanded when the boy pretended not to hear her.
Knowing the jig was up when his mother called him that, he skulked over to stand sullenly in front of Melissa between her splayed legs as she lay on the chaise lounge. Melissa could see little, golden drops still forming on the tip of his four-inch prick and had to savagely squelch the urge to call him over so she could lick them up, forcing herself to seriously administer the discipline. "Is that right, Willy? Did you pee on Kim without asking her first?"
"Uh, maybe," he squirmed uncomfortably.
"He did!" Kim, who had gotten up and walked over to ensure her malefactor received justice. "No maybe about it! He just walked up behind me and peed in my hair!" she pouted before her expression softened. "If he'd just asked me first, I would have said yes."
"See?" Willy blurted, sensing an opening. "She didn't even mind!"
"Willy," his mother sighed, "We both know that peeing wasn't what you did wrong, it was the not asking."
"But the rule is we can't touch someone else unless they say yes," Willy insisted. "I never touched her."
"Oh, you most certainly did!" Melissa said, trying to look stern despite her nearly overwhelming urge to laugh at her son's artful legal defense. "Did your pee come out of your body?"
"Uh, yes?" the boy replied uncertainly, perceiving a chink in his armor.
"And how is it different if you reach out and touch her with your hand or reach out and touch her with your piss?" she demanded. "The point isn't that you pissed on her, the point is you didn't ask her first. You just earned yourself a five-minute time-out, young man," she went on in a no-nonsense tone. "Pull up a chair and sit over here by me so I can make sure you stay out of trouble. Now!" she added when he appeared to hesitate.
Resigning himself to the inevitable, Willy reluctantly grabbed a patio chair from the table and dragged it over beside his mother, making as much noise with it against the patio pavement as he thought he could possibly get away with.
"Good. Now sit there and be quiet, mister," his mother commanded. "I'll tell you when you can speak and move again." He sat down with a plop and slumped down in the chair, the picture of wronged innocence.
"What were you guys doing here?" Kim wanted to know. "It sounded really interesting, but we didn't want to interrupt." Melissa saw that Celeste had drifted up as well, clearly just as interested. Only Stephanie's twins remained blissfully occupied by themselves, still contentedly sucking each other's cocks on the lawn beyond the pool, an activity they could happily continue for hours, it seemed.
"Actually, there were some very interesting developments," Melissa smiled at her young audience. "First, our Henry had his first real orgasm," she announced brightly.
"Really?" "How was it?" "Can you do it again?" the two oldest girls eagerly demanded.
"It was amazing!" Henry answered proudly. "It started feeling really good when Mommalissa started fucking my ass with her finger, and the more she did it, the harder my dick got. And then when I started pushing it up and down on her, it felt even better. Then it started to feel really funny, like I had to pee, only I couldn't," he related, his hearers hanging on every word. "But Mommalissa said it was okay, that I was prob'ly just gonna' come. And then I did!" he grinned. "It was amazing! I never felt anything like that before!"
"Hmmm," Celeste murmured, giving her gorgeous young cousin a speculative look that Melissa instantly recognized as one of pure sexual desire – she'd seen similar looks on her mother's face uncountable times over the last seven years. "I'd like to see that when you're ready again."
"Okay!" Henry agreed happily, obviously pleased to have captured the queen's interest.
Melissa watched this interplay between the children with unashamed interest, but went on to say, "And then Sarah not only came so hard and so many times that she passed out, just like the grownup mommies do, but I was able to fit four fingers into her vagina. That's mostly why she came so hard," she smiled, her eyes growing smoky at the memory.
"And Mamalissa say's I'm probably stretched out enough that one of you could fist me," Sarah blurted eagerly. "Or even," she added with a frown, "If I wanted, one of the poppas could fuck me. I need to check with our dildos when we go in."
"Ooooh, I wanna' check, too!" Kim cried excitedly. "We've all been practicing." Celeste nodded as well with a mysterious smile. The children animatedly discussed this among themselves, with Celeste offering the suggestion that it was all their practice that had allowed Sarah to achieve her remarkable feat.
Then Kim looked at Melissa with a puzzled expression. "I don't get why Willy just peed on me without asking, Mamalissa. I don't mind it when he does; I kind of like it," she admitted with a shy smile and Melissa's ears perked up, perceiving the first hint of another piss freak in the family.
"Well," Melissa smiled, shooting a sidelong glance at her son who was trying to pretend he wasn't listening intently, "Maybe Willy could explain it – once he's allowed to speak, that is. Or maybe he couldn't. See, there's something you need to understand about little boys, Kim. They have a hard time expressing themselves about their feelings, like being able to tell a girl they think she's really pretty, and they really like her, and just being around her makes them feel all silly and funny inside."
"What's wrong with that?" Kim demanded. "I'd love it if, uh, someone would say that to me," she blurted, looking suddenly flustered.
"Of course you would, dear," Melissa smiled noting that Willy had abandoned all pretense of indifference. Furthermore, his cheeks were burning bright red so Melissa knew she had her son's measure. "But little boys – and sometimes even much bigger boys," she added with a frown, "Think it's not cool, or manly, or whatever to even admit they have tender feelings like that, let alone have the guts to actually tell a girl they like how they feel. So instead, they do mean things to her."
"That- that doesn't make any sense!" Kim frowned.
"No, no it doesn't," Melissa acknowledged. "But somehow in their little minds they figure that if they do something mean to you, at least you'll notice them."
Kim's mouth dropped open in a surprised O. Finally, she shook her head incredulously. "But if they just said what they meant, then everyone would be happier."
"Yes, they certainly would," Melissa nodded, shooting her son a significant look. "Why don't you all go and play now," she urged the assembled children. "You finally managed to milk my poor, sore boobies dry, and I need to build up another load for when Tina gets up from her nap. Not you," she added quickly to Willy, who had made as if he were going to stand. "I told you I'd tell you when you were done with your time-out."
Willy slumped dejectedly back into the chair, and his mother continued, "I hope you've had some time to think about what you did, why it was wrong, and maybe even why you didn't just ask her."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he mumbled somewhat resentfully.
"Do you?" Melissa asked with raised eyebrows. "So why do you think you did that without asking?"
"I don't know," he replied, cocking his head. "I just wanted to surprise her."
"Uh-huh, and maybe make her scream?" his mother suggested.
"Yeah, that, too," he admitted, looking at his mother in surprise at her perception.
"And why did you want to make her scream?" she persisted.
"Because it's funny!" he blurted.
"Is it? Was it funny to her?" Melissa pressed.
"No, I guess not," he admitted reluctantly.
"No, it wasn't. And what do we call that when someone does something mean to someone else because they think it's funny, only the other person doesn't think it's funny at all?" she asked in a deceptively soft voice.
"I- I don't know. Bad, I guess," he answered with a frown.
"Yes, it certainly is," Melissa agreed. "And the word for it is `bullying' – when you do something to someone else that they don't like for no reason other than to try to make yourself feel good. And I will absolutely not tolerate you or any other child in this family being a bully. We all love you and everyone thinks you're wonderful, son. You don't ever need to try to make someone else feel bad just to make yourself feel good. Do you understand? This is important, Willy," she stressed.
Willy blinked several times thoughtfully as he absorbed all that. Finally he asked, "How did you know that's how I feel about Kim?"
"Because I'm your mother, and mothers always know way more about their kids than the kids think they do. Plus the signs have been there for some time; fortunately, she seems to feel the same way about you."
"She does?" he asked, his face lighting up hopefully.
"My God, son, you can be so dense sometimes," Melissa snorted with amusement. "Yes, she most certainly does. So what do you think? If I call her over her, do you think you can behave yourself and get up the guts to tell her how you really feel about her?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so," he murmured apprehensively.
"My love, I just told you she feels the same way, so just tell her, okay?" his mother shook her head exasperatedly. "Kimmie? Can you come over here a minute? Willy needs to apologize to you," she called out to the dark-haired five-year-old girl.
Kim came bounding over excitedly until she remembered she was supposed to be mad at Willy and planted herself in front of him with her arms crossed. "Well?" she asked with a frown.
Willy gulped but bravely plunged ahead. "I- I'm sorry I peed on you without asking. It was mean and I shouldn't have done it."
"Okay," she nodded before her voice softened. "Was that all?"
"Uh, well, my mom was right," he went on with a visible effort. "I do think you're really, really pretty, and I do like you – a whole lot. And I do feel really funny inside whenever I look at you, too."
"Oh, Willy," Kim beamed, throwing her arms around his neck, murmuring, "I love you, too."
"I do think that's what he was trying to say, Kim," Melissa said in a voice suddenly thick with emotion.
There was a long moment of silence when Kim planted her lips firmly on Willy's and they kissed, a kiss that quickly grew more ardent as their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths. Melissa watched with unabashed prurient interest; she could tell that Kim, in particular, was getting more and more aroused just from the little whimpers she was emitting from her filled mouth and the way her body was gyrating sensuously against her son's slim, smooth body.
When they broke apart, Melissa could see that Willy's little cock wasn't so little anymore. It was jutting straight out from his body in all it's slightly-more-than four-inch glory. Kim hadn't missed it either for she suddenly said in a voice that sounded incongruously husky in such a young girl, "Willy? Would you like to fuck me? I mean, for real, not pretend anymore? I've been practicing and I bet you'd fit inside me real nice."
When her son seemed to hesitate, Melissa could stand it no longer. "For God's sake, son, you two have just told each other you love them and Kim's trying her best to be good to you. The least you could do is be good to her and fuck her good and hard the way she wants! Here," she said as she quickly struggled to her feet, "You guys can use the chaise. It's nice and soft and I need to get up and stretch anyway."
"Uh, okay," Willy replied, looking slightly poleaxed. "I mean, yeah, I'd like that, Kim," he finally mustered the presence of mind to say, to his mother's approving nod.
Looking suddenly shy, Kim led her fully-erect cousin by the hand to the chaise lounge that Melissa had vacated, lying back on it in a pose so profoundly wanton and inviting that Melissa swore to herself that if her son couldn't muster the gumption to fuck the girl, she certainly would. But Willy lay gingerly atop her. They both knew how to fuck from having watched it happening all around them since they were born and from their increasingly explicit sex play together, but still there was a moment of awkwardness as they tried to figure out how best to fit.
"Maybe if you licked her pussy a bit first, son," Melissa suggested. "Just to make sure she's nice and wet and turned on."
"Oh, I'm already really turned on!" Kim blurted, her cheeks reddening.
"I can see that, dear," Melissa answered with a droll expression, "But you know he really does lick pussy nice."
"Yeah, I do know that!" Kim replied with a soft moan as her young lover kissed his way down her body and pushed his face into her crotch. Kim pulled her legs apart widely to accommodate the boy and her eyes rolled up in her head with erotic bliss as his skilled tongue found her childish clit and began sucking on it. Within seconds, the five-year-old was writhing with sexual excitement and panting loudly between juvenile groans.
"What's happening?" Celeste, who had noticed the activity and wandered up, asked.
"They're going to try fucking for real," Melissa informed her with a sidelong look, wondering if the striking young girl would take the hint. "Since you've all been practicing, Kim figured she could take his cock inside her pussy without it hurting."
"Oh. Oh!" Celeste cried as the light went on. "Henry! Sarah! Watch this!" she cried to the others by the pool. "Kim and Willy are gonna' fuck for real!"
The other two children hurried up with eager faces and Melissa noticed that even Jeremy and Jesse were taking an interest and were ambling over quickly to observe. "I thought they were gonna' fuck," Sarah hissed softly to Melissa. "Willy licks their pussies all the time."
"Patience, little one. It's always nice to be really wet and turned on before you try to fit a dick inside you," Melissa explained. She noted with interest that Sarah didn't crinkle her nose in disgust at the idea the way she usually would, and wondered if she'd managed to plant a seed that might yet bear fruit.
Finally, Kim pulled Willy's head out of her glistening cunt slit. "Fuck me!" she commanded throatily. "I'm ready!"
With a goofy grin, Willy scrambled back up Kim's soft, smooth body, placing his still very hard cock right at the entrance to the girl's wet crevice. Kim knew what to do; she reached down and seized his stiff prick with her hand, guiding it right into her cunt hole, groaning with pleasure as the boy slid easily into her until his balls slapped against her butt cheeks.
"How's it feel?" Celeste demanded eagerly, her own breath quickening rapidly.
"It- it feels right!" Kim murmured with a look of pleased surprised. "Like this is how it's supposed to be! Do it, Willy!" she commanded firmly. "Fuck me and make me come!"
Willy needed no further encouragement and began to manfully plunge into his cousin's oozing vagina, driving his precociously long prick deeply into her and making her gasp with pleasure each time he bottomed out. Celeste looked around at the two other children beside her. "Hey, you guys wanna' try that, too?" she suggested in a tone of voice that Melissa was very familiar with.
"How?" Sarah asked with a dubious frown.
"Like, if Henry fucks my pussy, then you could sit on my face and I could lick your clit," Celeste offered before shooting her young lesbian cousin a sly look. "I could try fisting your cunt...or even your ass while I did."
"Oh! Really?" Sarah asked eagerly.
"Uh-huh," Celeste nodded, happy as she always was whenever she was in charge. "How `bout it, Henry? You want to try?"
"Uh, yeah!" he agreed readily. "See? I'm already hard, too!" he pointed out proudly.
"Okay, I can see we're going to have a mini-family orgy here," Melissa laughed. "I'll pull the other lounge chairs over and get the lube. If you're going to attempt fisting, you're gonna' need that." As she went over to drag another padded chaise lounge close to the initial, happily fucking couple, she glanced over at "JJ", both of whom were watching the others with open mouths. "What about you guys? Anything new and exciting you want to try? You've been practicing, too, haven't you?"
"Uh, yeah," Jesse mumbled somewhat sheepishly. "We think maybe we're ready to try fucking, too." Jeremy nodded in mute agreement before adding, "Do you think we could try fisting, too?"
"Uh, sure, only it's kind of hard to fist someone while you're fucking them," Melissa answered ruefully. "On the other hand, fisting them while you're sucking them is a piece of cake. Uh, once you get past the way your ass feels like it's being ripped open, of course," trying to subtly steer them to the safer course.
The two, dark-haired boys looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Let's fuck!"
"Good choice," Melissa murmured in relief. "Who's going to be first?"
Jesse answered shyly, "I'd like Jeremy to fuck me first." Jeremy smiled tenderly at his twin brother and the two shared a soft, sensuous kiss.
"Right," Melissa grinned. "One more lounge chair, coming up. And you two will definitely need the lube, too."
By the time she'd returned with the third lounge chair and the bottle of sex gel, Sarah had helpfully made sure Celeste's young pussy was nice and wet and was helping Henry get into position, even going as far as guiding his small, hard prick into her cousin's dripping vagina. By pulling her legs back as far as they would go, almost tucked behind her head, Celeste was able to expose enough of her smooth, hairless vulva to allow Henry to penetrate her, and he began to pump in and out with an excited grin on his face.
"You've got it, Henry," Melissa said encouragingly. "See if you can make yourself come that way!"
"I think- hoh! Maybe I can!" Henry puffed as he pushed as much of his small cock into Celeste's vagina as he could with each stroke. Melissa could see that his body was pressing nicely on his cousin's clit as he did and wouldn't be surprised if the girl was able to achieve an orgasm as well, provided Henry could keep it up long enough.
"Okay, Sarah, I'm ready for you now," Celeste told her younger cousin. Sarah climbed onto the chaise lounge and straddled Celeste's face. "You want me to fist your cunt or try you butthole?" she asked.
"You can try my butt," Sarah decided, a bit apprehensively. "But you gotta' promise to stop if it hurts, okay?" She lowered her crotch the rest of the way to Celeste's face and worked her hips back and forth to position her clit directly over the older girl's lips, sighing with pleasure as she felt Celeste's tongue begin to tease her small, already erect nubbin.
"Here, I'll help get you both nice and slippery," Melissa volunteered, finding herself filled with lurid fascination of the new adventurousness of the children. She squeezed out a large dollop of the sex gel from the bottle onto her fingers and spread it generously around the length of Sarah's exposed ass crack, even daring to push a finger up into her puckered, brown bunghole.
"Oh!" Sarah gasped in response. "Is that you, Celeste?"
"No, dear, that's just me making sure you're nice and slippery inside and out," Melissa informed her. "But that didn't seem to hurt you at all."
"No, that felt nice," Sarah admitted as she ground her juvenile cunt against Celeste's busy tongue.
"Good," Melissa nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, Celeste, hold up your hand now, love." Once the prone girl did as she was bid, Melissa squirted lube all over Celeste's hand and down her arm for good measure, rubbing all over to spread it thoroughly. "Okay, sweetie, you're as ready as I can make you. Go ahead and start putting fingers up Sarah's butthole. Just remember to stop and let her get used to it whenever she says it hurts, okay?"
"Hmm-hay," Celeste nodded, her mouth full of Sarah's pussy. She extended her hand around to Sarah's backside and, discovering that a single finger slid past her anal sphincter with no resistance, pushed two fingers in and began to thrust them in and out.
"That's really good, Celeste," Melissa praised, "Just keep that up. I need to tend to JJ now," she explained, stepping over to where the twin boys were on the third lounge chair with Jeremy atop Jesse. They were kissing passionately and Jesse had parted his legs widely to let his brother rub his prick up and down against his own. "Sorry to interrupt, boys," Melissa smiled. "Jeremy, can you get up on your knees a minute and let's get you both nice and slippery?"
Jeremy broke off his incestuous kiss and knelt on the surface of the chaise lounge between his brother's legs. Meliss first squeezed some gel into Jesse's ass crack and spread it around and, as with Sarah, pushing a finger into the young boy's anus.
"Oh! That feels, uh, really good, Mamalissa!" Jesse said in delight.
"Good. That's how it's supposed to feel," Melissa smiled as she then spread the remainder of the slick goo on her hand all over Jesse's cock and balls to ensure his brother's body would slide nicely up and down over his genitals once they actually started to fuck. Finally, she squirted one more handful of the gel onto Jeremy's small but very hard cock, rubbing it up and down with her fingers, and making the boy squirm and giggle. "Okay, my loves, I think you're good to go." She watched closely as Jeremy lowered his body once more onto his brother's, and reached down to help position the head of Jeremy's little hard-on at the entrance to Jesse's anus. "Okay, Jeremy, push on into him and you'll be really fucking."
The look on Jeremy's face as he felt his cock slip easily into his brother's butthole was priceless. His eyes flew wide open in pleased surprise and his mouth dropped open. As he began to tentatively slide his hard little member in and out, a huge grin spread across his face. "Jesse! This is so great! You've got to try this next!" he cried enthusiastically to his brother.
"Okay," Jesse smiled back. "It feels really good to me, too." His expression was quickly becoming a big glassy. "The way it feels with you rubbing up and down on my cock, I think I can come, too!"
Melissa stepped back for a moment to survey the five happily fucking children, feeling her own pussy oozing profusely already at the erotic depravity of the scene. Suddenly remembering her mother inside, the nineteen-year-old redhead stepped away from the incestuous orgy on the lounge chairs long enough to call into the house at the open patio door, "Mom? If you can spare a minute, I think you'll want to see this!"
Her mother came outside wiping her hands on her apron, the only garment she was wearing, a quizzical expression on her face. She was trailed closely by plump little Bethany who seemed to have decided to become Margaret's shadow for the day. "What is it, love? I need to listen for Aaron and Tina; they'll be waking up from their naps any minute."
"Okay, I'll help listen, too," her daughter assured her before gesturing over to the writhing and thrusting occupants of the three lounge chairs. "They're all trying fucking for real for the first time."
"Oh! My! They certainly are, aren't they?" Margaret smiled with a glint of profound arousal instantly appearing in her eye. "I figured it wouldn't be long once they'd managed to pop their own cherries with all the dildo practice. Not that JJ have any cherries to pop," she added with an impish look.
"There's more," Melissa said eagerly. "Henry had his first orgasm already and looks like he's working on another one. And I managed to get four fingers squeezed into Sarah's cunt hole and now Celeste is working on trying to fist the girl's ass!"
"Hoh!" Margaret barked, startled. "You have been busy out here, haven't you?" Her eyes wandered over the three lounge chairs, taking in the obscene and incestuous activities on each with unapologetic lascivious interest.
"What's `popping a cherry'?" Bethany asked, tugging on Margaret's arm for attention.
"That's just a slang expression for breaking your hymen, dear," the older redhead answered gently. "We talked about this. Remember three weeks ago when you were practicing with your dildos and something hurt and you started bleeding from your vagina? And I explained that you had broken your hymen? That little bit of skin inside your cunt hole, and that now that it's broken, you'll be able to fuck without it hurting again?"
"Oh, yeah," the plump, redheaded girl nodded sagely. "So one of the boys could fuck me, too, if I wanted them to?"
"Definitely your daughter," Margaret snorted in amusement at Melissa. "Gets right to the important part."
"Of course she does," Melissa smiled archly before turning to Bethany, "Yes, love, I'm sure you could ask Henry or Willy to try to fuck you when they have a chance. Jeremy and Jesse may not want to, `cause they're not as interested in girls, though."
"That's `cause they're gay," Bethany nodded in understanding.
"Well, mostly," Melissa smiled, shooting her mother a sidelong look. "As they get older, they may decide they want to try some new and different things. That's the nice thing about our family – we can all try sexy things with each other whenever we want, but nobody has to do anything they don't want."
"I don't want to have to eat broccoli, but you still make me," Bethany pointed out.
"Yes, you still have to eat your broccoli," Melissa replied, trying to keep from laughing at her daughter's crafty argument, "That rule only applies to having sex. Everything else, you still have to do what the parent's tell you."
"Oh," she answered with a disappointed look. "Can I ask the Poppas to fuck me, too, though?"
"Bethany, you know you have to show that you can fit your biggest dildo inside you before we'll allow that to happen," Margaret pointed out firmly but gently.
"Oh, yeah," the plump girl with the curly red hair mumbled. "But after that, right?" she asked hopefully.
"I said we'll see after that," Margaret sighed, glancing over at Melissa with an appealing look.
"Honestly, Mom? I don't think we're gonna' be able to hold back that dam much longer," her daughter observed.
"I know, I know," her mother sighed wistfully. "We brought this all on ourselves with the example we've set." Her eyes narrowed. "Oh! Looks like some of the kids may be getting ready to come already!"
Melissa nodded in agreement. The children getting fucked were all panting and moaning loudly now, and the three boys who were driving their hard, little cocks into their partners all had that same strained, squinty expression that the men of the family got just before they climaxed. "And I'll be damned! Look, Celeste has got her hand all the way up Sarah's ass!" she cried in astonishment.
The three observers all crowded in closer for a better look. Sure enough, Celeste had buried her arm up to the elbow in Sarah's distended anus and was vigorously plunging it in and out, urged on by Sarah's excited, incoherent cries of sexual bliss.
"Dang!" Margaret breathed in wonder. "It's almost too bad she only likes women; that would make our guys really, really happy to experience with their pricks."
"Well, Sarah didn't seem as put off by the idea of being fucked by a cock today compared to the way she used to be," Melissa informed her mother. "We'll just have to, well, encourage experimentation without pushing, you know?"
"Indeed," her mother nodded. Melissa noticed that her mother's hand had stolen quietly into her crotch as she was now fingering her clit rapidly.
"I'll do that for you, Mamagret!" Bethany volunteered eagerly, noticing the older woman's blatant masturbation as well, and stepped up in front of Margaret and pushed both hands up into her crotch, using one hand to vigorously diddle the woman's turgid clit while the other one twisted and worked until the entire hand was completely buried in Margaret's drenched, slippery vagina. Margaret groaned in appreciation.
Feeling suddenly a bit left out, Melissa frowned slightly and contented herself with frigging her own clit as she watched the children getting closer and closer to climaxes.
Suddenly Willy was grunting heavily, his face screwed up intensely, looking for all the world as if he were ejaculating into Kim's juvenile pussy. For her part, Kim's back was arched up involuntarily, trying to pull more and more of Willy's precociously long prick into herself with her feet digging into the boy's flexing ass cheeks. Then she, too, began to shriek incoherently, her small body jerking and shuddering in the throes of what was unquestionably a climax.
As Willy and Sarah appeared to be relaxing their bodies as their orgasms slowly abated, it was now the turn of Jeremy and Jesse, who seemed to be enjoying simultaneous orgasms, Jeremy thrusting as hard and fast as he could go into his brother's welcoming ass hole, while Jesse's face was taut with an apparent climax as well.
Finally, Celeste and Sarah both began to convulse and jerk under the onslaught of mutual orgasms, followed by Henry appearing to come for the second time in his life as his body jerked rhythmically as well.
Melissa heard her mother cry out loudly as she came under the skilled manipulation of little Bethany's hands and fingers, and then Melissa, too, felt her cunt seize up and begin to throb rhythmically as a mild but much-needed climax coursed through her.
As soon as everyone had recovered enough to speak, there was an excited babble from all the children exclaiming over what they had just experienced. "It looks to me like everyone, even the four boys, all managed to come," Margaret observed. "Is that right?"
They children all nodded proudly. "It even felt like Willy squirted come inside me," Kim volunteered. "At least I thought I could feel it."
"Hmm, probably not, love; even Willy's a bit young for anything but dry comes yet, but let's see," Melissa answered, still breathing a bit heavily from her own masturbatory exertions. "Stand up, Willy, and let's have a look," she instructed her son.
To her amazement, there did, indeed, appear to be a large, creamy drop of fluid clinging to the tip of his quickly deflating penis. Melissa stepped over and scooped the gooey drop up on her finger, plunging it into her mouth. Her eyes flew open wide. "Well I'll be damned!" she swore incredulously, "If that doesn't taste like real come, I don't know what it is!" She squeezed Willy's soft prick with her hand, milking out another couple of drops onto her finger, which she held up to her mother. "See what you think, Mom," she suggested with a bemused expression.
Her mother leaned forward and sucked the thick slime from Melissa's fingers. Her face, too, registered surprise. "My God! I think you're right. Willy! How did you do that?" she asked the young, red-haired boy excitedly.
"I don't know," he shrugged bashfully. "I thought it felt different, though. Better, like that's what my dick was trying to do when I came before, only couldn't," he explained.
Melissa was struck with inspiration and lowered herself onto the lounge chair between Kim's legs and thrust her face into the young girl's crotch, declaring, "One final test."
"Well," her mother laughed, "Since you beat me to it, I'd better get back inside and finish preparing lunch. It'll only be about another fifteen minutes," she promised, "So you kids be ready to come in when I call. Are you staying out here now, Bethany?" she asked the plump three-year-old.
`I'll come in with you, Mamagret," the little redhead said firmly, and trailed after the voluptuous woman as she went back in the house.
As Melissa bent to her incestuous cunnilingus, the other children resumed their excited babble about their new experiences. Though Melissa was only listening with half an ear as she lapped up what certainly tasted like a mixture of jism and quim from her neice's cunt, it sounded like all of them were heartily in favor of continuing to keep fucking now that they had discovered how much fun it was. By the time Melissa had succeeding in thoroughly cleaning Kim's little cunt hole – and driving her into a very nice climax once more in the process – her mother was calling loudly for them to all come in for the midday meal.
The children were all remarkably well-behaved at lunch, where they still excitedly discussed plans and possibilities of who could fuck who next, though Melissa began to watch Celeste warily. The somewhat sly and defiant look on her face gave ample warning that the girl was contemplating some sort of mischief, as she occasionally did when she found herself temporarily no longer the center of attention. Melissa shared a worried glance with her mother who nodded grimly. She, too, knew the signs.
Still, both Melissa and her mother were taken completely aback when, after the children had all been excused from lunch and Melissa was settling down in a chair to nurse Tina, Celeste suddenly stopped as she was walking across the tiled floor near the smaller bedroom cubicles, bent forward as she pulled her butt cheeks apart with both hands, and proceeded to shit right on the floor, leaving a considerable pile of moist, brown excrement beneath her. While this was something not completely unheard of and generally tolerated when the children were unable to control their bowels, the way that Celeste had done it deliberately and, even more to the point, proceeded to walk insouciantly away from it was definitely not within the accepted norms of family behavior.
"Celeste!" Melissa snapped, "Was that really necessary?"
"So?" Celeste replied with a careless shrug, "You let us poop on the floor if we want."
"That's not exactly true, young lady," Melissa retorted. "We don't make a big deal about it if it happens by accident, but you did it on purpose. You need to clean that up right now!"
"I don't want to. You do it," Celeste answered with an insolent look.
"What?!!" both Melissa and her mother cried together.
"Celeste, you have until the count of three to start cleaning that up," Margaret said in a dangerously soft voice. "Don't think you're too big to spank, either." She paused a moment to see if her daughter was going to move. "One." Celeste proceeded to walk away from the reeking pile on the floor. Margaret raised her eyebrows. "Two." Celeste glared rebelliously at her mother. "Three. Okay, have it your way. Get over here now."
"No!" the girl pouted.
"Oh, you really don't want to do this, missy," Margaret told her in an iron voice. "You've already just earned a double spanking. If I have to come get you, Poppajohn is going to hear about what a bad little baby you've been the minute he walks in the door," she warned.
Celeste blanched. This had clearly escalated beyond what she was banking on. "I- I'll clean it up," she promised in a trembling voice.
"Nope. You had your chance. You blew it. Now get over here and get your spanking," her mother insisted sternly. "Then you're going to clean it up."
Melissa gently set Tina back down on the floor beside her in case she was needed to support her mother; Tina whined for a moment but then got distracted by a bug crawling across the floor. Celeste finally surrendured and walked over to her mother, dragging each step out dramatically.
As Celeste finally reached her mother, Margaret sat down on a chair and gestured for the dejected girl to lie face down across her lap. "Melissa, would you be so good as to grab my hairbrush from the dresser. I'll be darned if I'm going to hurt my hand over this!" Melissa raised her eyebrows questioningly but chose not to challenge her mother's decision. Celeste really had been deliberately asking for it. She wordlessly handed the hairbrush to her mother. "Better be ready to grab her if she squirms," the older woman cautioned. Then, without another word, she brought the flat back of the brush down onto Celeste's upraised buttocks, hard.
"Ow!" Celeste shrieked, "That hurts!"
"Imagine that," her mother replied grimly. Whap! Another blow fell, leaving an angry red patch on the girl's naked bottom. Whap! By the time Margaret had reached five strokes, the punished girl was squirming pathetically and Melissa stepped up to hold her still.
But by the time she reached eight strokes and Celeste's butt cheeks and thighs were already a uniform shade of scarlet, her voice changed in timbre. And by the time she had received ten strokes, Melissa was astonished to see that the five-year-old girl had wormed a hand between her body and her mother's fleshy thighs and was starting to surreptitiously finger her own cunt.
"Uh, Mom, I think maybe she needs some more spanking," Melissa said in an incredulous voice, giving a significant look down at the young girl's wanton masturbation.
"I'll be fucked!" Margaret swore in amazement. "I guess you're right!" She raised her arm once more and delivered several more sharp swats with the flat of the brush up and down her now heavily panting daughter's butt and the backs of her thighs.
Melissa could tell just from the way the young girl was moaning and writhing that she was quickly approaching an orgasm. "Just a few more, Mom. I've got an idea," Melissa smiled tightly with a look of pure lust in her eyes. She released Celeste's arms that she had been gripping tightly and instead reached under the gasping and moaning girl's chest to locate her small nipples. She was completely unsurprised to find them completely erect and hard. With an evil grin at her mother, who, she noticed, had begun to drive a pair of fingers into Celeste's cunt hole with her free hand, Melissa pinched the girl's nipples hard, driving her fingernails into the sides to increase the intensity of the pain.
The effect was astonishing. Celeste's entire body went completely rigid for several seconds and then she was jerking convulsively as if she were having an epileptic seizure. Gambling that the spasmodically thrashing five-year-old was simply having a massive orgasm, Melissa continued the cruel pressure on Celeste's nipples, while her mother continued to ravish her tight cunt hole with one hand and to rain repeated, loud, smacking blows onto the young girl's unprotected buttocks. Through all this, Celeste was making no sound beyond some strangled grunts. Melissa saw out of the corner of her eye that every child in the family had pressed in to watch, their faces mirrors of each other's open-mouthed astonishment.
Suddenly, with a great, whooshing exhalation, Celeste's entire body went limp and collapsed, draped over Margaret's thighs and knees. There was a soft, tinkling sound as the contents of Celeste's bladder that had involuntarily released dribbled down onto the floor.
Melissa and her mother could only stare at each other, their faces both a mixture of almost apalled astonishment and raw, unadulterated lust. "Wow," Melissa murmured at last. "Did not expect that."
"Is Celeste okay?" Henry asked, his face a mask of concern.
"She's fine, honey," Margaret assured him. "She just came really, really hard."
"From a spanking?" he asked incredulously. "I don't think that would make me come!" The other children nodded their heartfelt agreement.
"Well, most people wouldn't," the older woman agreed. "But you know how different people in the family like different things sexually? You know, how some of us get turned on by pee, and others by poop? Some people like having their ass and cunt fisted and other's don't? Some people like sucking cocks and some like licking pussies? It's like that," Margaret explained. "We just found out that Celeste gets turned on by being spanked."
The children nodded in comprehension. "Does this mean we can spank her, too?" Sarah asked, an evil glint in her eye.
"Only if she wants you to, just like anything else sexual in the family," Margaret smiled thinly.
At that moment, Celeste groaned and stirred. "Welcome back, love," her mother said with an odd expression.
"Wh- what happened to me?" the five-year-old girl asked, confusion on her face.
"You came, dear," Margaret explained. "You came really, really hard. And then you blacked out from coming so hard."
"I- is that what that was?" the girl marveled, struggling to raise her head. "That was, uh, that wasn't anything like any time I've come before."
"No, that was pretty much a real gut-wrencher," her mother acknowledged. "Congratulations, dear. You just experienced your first real, grown-up orgasm. Plus now we know something new that turns you on," she grinned.
"Uh, really?" the girl frowned. "I came like that from getting spanked? That's- that's really weird!" she blurted. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, sweetheart," her mother assured her gently. "You're not the first person in the world to like getting spanked, either. You just discovered your own special kind of sexual kinkiness."
"What's `kinkiness'?" Celeste asked, looking relieved to know that others were the same way.
"That's when there's something a bit unusual that you like sexually, something that not everyone shares. And as long as it doesn't involve someone else getting hurt, there's nothing wrong with a little kinkiness, my love; it's what helps keep the family sex life interesting."
"So...others in the family have `kinkiness'?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," her mother laughed. "Like I was explained to the other kids, things like the way Mamalissa and I get turned on by pee."
"Oh!" Celeste blurted suddenly. "I think I peed myself when I was, uh..."
"Losing your mind from an incredibly intense orgasm?" her mother suggested. "Yes, you certainly did. Just like the other ladies in the family do when we come so hard we pass out; it's actually pretty normal."
"So, am I still in trouble?" the girl asked suddenly.
"Well, that depends on you," her mother replied seriously. "Are you ready to clean up your poop like you were asked and not be such a little witch about it?" she asked pointedly.
"Yes, Mommagret," Celeste replied meekly. "I'm sorry." To Melissa, it appeared the young girl was still profoundly shaken by her experience.
"Then no, you had your punishment – such as it was," she grimaced ruefully, "And you're not in trouble any more. Although I can see that it's going to be pointless to spank you when you misbehave from now on. Although maybe," she added with an evil smile, "I'll agree to spank you again if you're very, very good."
Celeste blinked several times as she realized what her mother was offering and finally replied shyly, "I'd like that. Only not right now," she added quickly. "My bottom really hurts."
"As well it should," Margaret replied with a mock seriousness. Melissa had to work hard to keep from laughing out loud. "Now, off you go. Get your mess all cleaned up."
"Can we help her?" Henry piped up from the sidelines.
"Hmm, what do you think, Celeste? Would you like some help with your job?" her mother asked her with quirked lips.
"Uh, yeah, that'd be great!" Celeste replied quickly, satisfied that she was back in her rightful place at the apex of the children's society.
"Okay, anyone who wants to help Celeste clean up her poop, get to it," Melissa's mother announced loudly. "But if what you really mean is you want to all play with it and smear it all over each other, then pick it up with your hands and take it all into the shower area first so you can wash it all off afterwards. I don't want poop tracked all over the house!"
She was answered with a chorus of, "Yes, Mamagret," from the assorted children. All the children trailed after Celeste except Tina, who was now starting to whine at Melissa's feet asking to be fed, as well as Bethany, who was still shadowing Melissa's mother as she had been all day, and the JJ twins.
Melissa bent and scooped up her youngest daughter and sat down with her on a nearby padded bench by the firepit and held Tina to her breast. The infant latched on to her nipple instantly and began to suck greedily. "Ohhh!" Melissa gasped.
"You alright?" her mother asked, looking back with a concerned frown from the kitchen sink where she'd begun to clean up after lunch.
"Uh, yeah," Melissa answered a bit huskily. "I guess I'm pretty worked up from what just happened. The minute Tina started to suck, it made me come!"
"Lucky you," her mother grinned with a gleam in her eye. "Did it make you let down?"
"Sure did," Melissa acknowledged with a glance down at her right breast that already had long streams of her milk oozing down the side of it. "Hey!" she called out to the three remaining children who had decided not to join the scatological fun with Celeste – and a quick glance at the shower area confirmed that the others were, indeed, enthusiastically rubbing Celeste's shit all over themselves and each other, "Any of you still hungry after lunch? I've got one whole tit going to waste here."
"Thanks, Mamalissa," Jeremy piped up, "But Bethany can have it if she wants. We're gonna', uh, well, I want Jesse to see what it's like to fuck me now."
"Oh, that's nice," Melissa smiled approvingly. "You both did seem to really enjoy your first experience, and I'm really glad. Just remember to use plenty of lube – it makes ass-fucking so much nicer," she advised.
"We will!" Jeremy promised with a grin. Taking his brother's hand, he called back over his shoulder, "We'll be out by the pool."
"Have fun, loves," Melissa smiled, meaning it. "Bethany? Do you want to suck my tit, honey?"
"Okay," her plump, redheaded daughter agreed. "Can I get a toy first?"
Knowing that her three-year-old could mean nothing other than a vibrator when she spoke of a toy in this context, Melissa nodded with a grin, "Sure. Get one for me, too, okay?"
Bethany happily skipped over to the dresser drawer where they kept all the family sex toys and quickly returned with a smaller vibrator in one hand and a much larger, "rhino" style one in the other. "Who gets which?" Melissa asked as Bethany climbed into her lap alongside her contentedly nursing younger sister.
"You get the big one," Bethany informed her as if it were obvious, "'Cause you're bigger."
"Fair enough," her mother grinned with amusement. Since Bethany was old enough to support herself as she suckled Melissa's profusely lactating breast, that left her free to push the vibrator deeply into her own cunt hole and press the smaller protrusion firmly against her already erect clit. She groaned with pleasure as she switched the sex toy on, and then gasped loudly with sexual excitement as she felt her young daughter's lips enclose her turgid nipple and begin to suckle noisily, complementing the buzzing from the vibrator against her juvenile clitoris that Bethany held firmly with one hand.
Her mother glanced back at Melissa and smiled knowingly. "Good thing you're safely sitting down," she observed, "If I know anything, you're gonna' be passed out again in no time."
"Yeah, probably," the younger mother shrugged, already starting to breath heavily with arousal. "You okay watching everyone else if I do?"
"Oh, yeah," Margaret smiled. "Everyone is still really getting into playing with shit," she observed, shaking her head in indulgent amusement. "Well, look at that!" she exclaimed suddenly.
"What is it?" Melissa asked, craning her head around to take in the perverted tableau going on in the shower area.
"Little Aaron is actually licking the shit off of everyone else's body. Definitely his Uncle Brad's nephew," she declared with a small smile.
"With Poppabrad's example, I'm not surprised," Melissa agreed. "I'm just surprised more of the kids haven't gotten into it that way."
"Poop tastes nasty!" Bethany observed vehemently, lifting her lips from Melissa's nipple long enough to provide an editorial comment.
"Yes, most people think so, too," Melissa agreed, her voice already thickening from the relentless stimulation of her cunt by the vibrator and the tingles from her nipples elicited by her nursing children. "But some people, like Poppabrad and, it seems, your brother Aaron, don't mind getting it in their mouth."
"And that's okay, right?" Bethany persisted.
"Yep, absolutely. Like we were talking about earlier with Celeste, different people get turned on by different things sexually," her mother nodded.
"Celeste likes getting spanked!" Bethany stated, sounding incredulous still at the notion.
"Yep, and that was a total surprise for all of us, most of all for Celeste," Melissa answered with a wry look. "Are you all done now or are you still hungry?" she asked pointedly, feeling her arousal ramping up to the point where she urgently wanted her nipple being stimulated.
"Still hungry," Bethany confirmed, and planted her lips around her mother's oozing breast once more.
"Hey!" Melissa heard her mother call out loudly to the children playing in the shower, "If you girls are gonna' get poop up your vaginas like that, you all need to use the enema kits to get yourselves all cleaned out before you get out of the shower. No one is going to appreciate getting a mouthful of shit when they try to lick your pussies later!"
"Can we do enemas in our butts, too?" Willy asked.
"Hey, knock yourselves out," Margaret shrugged with an easy smile. "You know how to use them. You older kids help the smaller ones," she advised, "And make sure everyone gets good and clean. Poppakeef and Mommastepnie are going to be home soon!" she warned.
"Assuming they're speaking to each other again by the time they get home," Melissa muttered darkly. If there was one disappointment in the entire family dynamic, it was the stormy relationship between her brother and Stephanie. Oh, they loved each other, no doubt. But they just couldn't seem to keep from quarreling constantly about the stupidest things. Melissa's mother had perceptively observed some time ago that the heart of the problem was that both of them wanted John and herself exclusively for themselves, and resented the time, attention, and affection either of them bestowed on the other young parent. Knowing the cause, however, didn't seem to allow any real resolution, and this morning as Keith and Stephanie had been preparing to head out together for their classes at the state university back in the city, another pointless row had erupted, leaving both of them stalking out the door without speaking and angrily slamming their car doors as they got in to drive off. The friction wasn't constant, for which Melissa was eminently grateful. If was just that everyone else in the family got on together so well, and the inability of Keith and Stephanie to do so was a constant irritation and disappointment. For whatever reason, neither of them seemed to resent either Brad or Melissa and their time spent with John and Margaret.
As Melissa sighed deeply, feeling the sexual arousal that had been steadily building momentarily dampened by her gloomy reverie, her mother replied, "Or they might be late because it's Friday and they get tied up in some of their `extracurricular activities'. We'll just have to hope they've worked everything out between them again before they get home." She glanced over at the mob of children in the shower and gave a wry grimace. "Looks like since they're going to have to shower it off anyway, everyone else has decided to contribute to the group pile of shit. At least, there's a lot more shit smeared all over their bodies than Celeste's initial dump can account for. Huh!" she suddenly exclaimed, prompting Melissa to twist her head around once more.
Melissa saw at once what had caught her mother's eye. Her youngest son Aaron was squatting beneath Celeste and avidly licking the older girl's pussy, a pussy that appeared to be filled, inside and out, with shit. Kim was standing right beside her with her own vulva equally covered with excrement, apparently waiting her turn for Aaron to devour her shit-filled cunt as well. "Damn!" Melissa breathed, feeling the sexual excitement that had been momentarily banked roar back into life once more. "That boy is really getting into it! Brad's gonna' be so proud!" she predicted throatily.
"Uh-huh," her mother agreed distractedly. Melissa turned back to see that the older woman was now vigorously frigging her own shaved twat with one hand and savagely wringing one of her very large breasts with the other.
"Yeah, I think it's time to come now," Melissa grinned tightly. "Bethany, love? You can bite me a little now if you want. Ohhh! Oh, fuck!" she groaned suddenly as she felt the three-year-old sink her small, sharp teeth into her swollen nipple. "Gaahhhh!" she gasped even more loudly as she felt Tina – whether through coincidence or she actually understood her mother's desire – also begin to gnaw on the sensitized nipple on her left breast as well.
Melissa kept her eyes glued on her mother's delectably luscious body as the older women jammed her fingers into her own cunt faster and faster. Melissa allowed herself to feel every one of the various erotic sensations flooding her senses: the insistent buzzing of the vibrator up her cunt hole and especially her already throbbing clit, the sharp, excruciatingly delightful jolts of sexual pleasure from her nipples where her children were biting them, and the knowledge that she was sharing this exciting, intimate moment with her very hot and sexy mother.
In less than two minutes, Melissa was screaming with anguished ecstasy as a massive climax roared up from her rhythmically pulsing cunt to fill her entire body. She saw that her mother was not far behind her, the older woman's body shuddering and trembling in a way that made her breasts and rolls of fat down her abdomen jiggle delightfully. When she saw her mother's bladder let go and a stream of pungent urine pour out of her cunt, down her plump, fleshy thighs, and onto the floor, that was all Melissa needed for a new orgasm to launch, making her cry out even more loudly. She allowed her own bladder to release, too, pouring her hot piss out of her body over the embedded vibrator and spilling out across the waterproof cushion. Then another climax erupted, followed by another. The shuddering young mother lost track of the number of times she had climaxed when she felt the familiar symptoms of oncoming unconsciousness and slumped over, her head lolling down onto her chest between the two children who both greedily continued to suckle as their mother's climaxes had let a new, profuse flow of milk ooze out from the unconscious woman's breasts.
When Melissa opened her eyes once more, she was momentarily disoriented for she was in a completely different position than when she'd blacked out. She was lying on her back on the padded cushions of the bench, her breasts were missing the two children who had been avidly suckling, and the vibrator was gone from her pussy. She blinked to clear her vision and propped herself up on her elbows to look around. To her relief, she hadn't apparently dropped either Tina or Bethany onto the floor as she blacked out for Bethany was quietly playing with Tina on the floor. Tina was sitting in a pile of her own poop, though, having apparently let it come out of her with no more concern than a cow in a pasture would have. With a resigned shrug, Melissa heaved herself to her feet to search out the paper towels and damp cloths to clean her baby girl up.
As she stood, she glanced over the the shower area and saw that the children had finally washed all the shit off their bodies. Her mother was over there as well, helping to administer simultaneous enemas to the boys' rectums and the girls' asses and vaginas, working all three of the family enema kits at once. Seeing that her mother seemed to have that situation well in hand, Melissa busied herself with cleaning Tina's bottom and then, once she had assured herself that her two younger girls were safe and content for the moment, wandered out back to check on the twin boys.
The sight she found on the patio warmed her heart. The black-haired four-year-olds were locked in a tender embrace on one of the chaise lounges, fast asleep but with very satisfied smiles on their faces. She wished she could have witnessed their obviously successful lovemaking, but she was delighted that they had discovered a new and beautiful way of sharing their love with each other. With a final glance around to make sure nothing was amiss, she turned and went back into their home.
Seeing that her mother was still working on the children's enemas, Melissa walked up and asked if she could help.
"Ah, good. You're alive," her mother smiled warmly.
"Definitely," Melissa grinned back. "It looked like you were having a good come, too, before I blacked out."
"I sure did!" the older woman nodded. "It's been a very interesting day so far, hasn't it?" She looked around the great room. "The twins still outside?" she asked.
"Yep. I just checked on them. They're fast asleep in each other's arms, showing every sign of having had a very nice fuck," Melissa grinned.
"Good," her mother nodded approvingly. "You want to finish up here?" and her mother gestured at the enema bag and nozzle she was administering to Aaron's ass, "And I'll make sure everyone else is clean."
"Sure thing, Mom," Melissa agreed, taking the bag from her mother and assuming control over the nozzle in her youngest boy's anus. "So, you found out you like to eat poop, huh?" she asked Aaron.
"Uh-huh," he nodded. "I like to lick cunnys with it," he added solemnly.
"I could see that, love. It looked like Celeste and Kim enjoyed it, too," she observed. "Okay, my baby. You're all full now. Get ready to go squirt it all out of your butt," she urged.
"'Kay'," the boy replied before scampering off to join the scrum of naked children's bodies under the warm spray from the multiple shower heads. He bent over at the waist, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and with an impish grin, sprayed the legs of everyone around him with the foetid liquid from his bowels, prompting some shrieks of outrage and some indulgent giggles. Melissa gathered up the three enema kits and busied herself at one of the bathroom sinks scrubbing them thoroughly and hanging them up to dry on hooks John had installed for the purpose.
By the time all the children were clean and Melissa and her mother had completely dried them off, there was a rattle of the door to the basement and Stephanie and Keith emerged, rapidly peeling off their clothing as they did. At the sight of her black-haired lover, Melissa guffawed loudly for it was patently obvious that the husband and wife had managed to engage in some active reconciliation. If the freshly-fucked look in both Stephanie's and Keith's eyes weren't enough indication, Stephanie's face, neck, and hair were graced with long, rapidly drying ropes of semen.
"Welcome home, loves!" Melissa called out. "Glad to see you fucked and made up!"
"Yeah, well, there didn't seem much point to staying mad," Stephanie shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Expecially not after the day we had at school."
"Plenty of extracurricular activies, huh?" Margaret smiled knowingly. Unlike the other four parents in the family who rarely, if ever, engaged in sexual flings with people outside the family, Stephanie and Keith both freely and enthusiastically threw themselves into hooking up with and fucking as many partners as they possibly could in the outside world, especially when they were on campus where the supply of cute and horny boys and girls seemed inexhaustible.
"God! A new record, I think!" Stephanie grinned without a trace of embarrassement.
"Ah, so that come all over your head isn't just Keith's?" Melissa asked with undisguised prurient interest. All the squeaky clean children had gathered around to listen intently as well. They loved being able to vicariously share in the swinging parents' adventures.
"Actually, none of that is mine," Keith volunteered. "All that is inside my sexy wife's pussy," and he beamed down at the slender woman. "All that came from the condoms I filled up from the guys I fucked today. We told each other all about everything we'd done on the drive back home and by the time we got to the private part of the driveway, neither of us could stand it any longer and we had to stop and fuck. And while we did, I tore open one filled condom after another and dumped the come all over her head. She came so many times I couldn't believe it!" he marveled.
"Wow, that many," Melissa murmured, sounding impressed. "And just how many guys did you manage to get to fuck you today, brother dear?" she asked Keith.
"Well, I ended up with ten filled rubbers," he informed her with a slightly smug look on his face, "Though that was nothing compared to what Stephanie managed today. But there were a couple of times at the end where I was so involved that I just too occupied with trying to manage everything that I just swallowed it when they came in my mouth."
"Hmm, I sure hope you weren't so `occupied' that you didn't bother to make sure anyone who fucked your ass was wearing a condom," his mother exclaimed in alarm.
"Oh, God, no! Never!" Keith insisted, looking shocked at the very notion. "I know the rules."
"So where'd you find all these guys?" Melissa asked. "And was it all guys today?"
"Yeah, it was all guys for both of us," Stephanie volunteered. "We'd already stopped being mad at each other by the time we got to the campus, and we'd decided we were going to try to collect as many come-filled rubbers as we could today to bring home as presents for everyone," she smiled with a sultry cock of her head.
"Very considerate," Margaret intoned dryly, "But that still doesn't tell us where you found all your partners," she prompted.
"Well, I dropped in at the LGBT student association," Keith smiled, "And found a couple of the guys I'd hooked up with before, and it turned out they were getting a bunch of their friends together that afternoon and asked me if I wanted to party with them. By an amazing coincidence, I did," he grinned. "So anyway, long story short, I filled up ten rubbers and swallowed a couple more loads. But then," and he shrugged apologetically, "I was just going to share one with Steph on the way home, but once we started fucking, she just got so turned on and she got more and more turned on each time I dumped another load of jizz onto her that, well, we used up all of the ones I'd collected," he admitted sheepishly.
"I see," his mother nodded in understanding. "So what's your story, my love?" she asked Stephanie. "And did you manage to save any of your family presents?"
"Uh, yeah, I've still got all of mine," the slim, nineteen-year-old beauty informed her. "I was sitting outside the coffee house working on my homework – I figured I wanted to get as much done as I could before I got too busy later," she smirked. "Anyway, this guy, Peter, that I've hooked up with a bunch of times before walks up and starts chatting. I could tell he was angling for another chance to fuck me, so I just asked him straight up if he wanted to. Of course he did, and then when I said I was really, really horny and needed to fuck a whole bunch of guys and asked if he might be able to help me out, he ended up taking me back to his frat house and spreading the word that there was this really hot, sexy girl who would fuck anyone as many times as they wanted provided they used a condom, well, let's just say a whole bunch of guys thought that was a great idea," she smiled without a glimmer of modesty.
"Wow! You fucked a whole frat house, Steph?" Melissa exclaimed in astonishment. "That's ambitious, even for you. How many guys did you end up screwing?"
"Uh, well, it was kind of hard to keep count after the first four or five," she admitted seriously. "But I've got all their condoms here," as she set the purse she'd been holding up on the dining table and began to pull condom after filled condom out of it, setting them up in a row on the table. "Of course, this is only an approximation," she went on thoughtfully, "Since a lot of the guys ended up coming more than once, and I wasn't always able to convince everyone who wasn't putting their dicks in my cunt or my ass to wear a rubber," she shrugged, adding quickly in response to Margaret's raised eyebrows, "And no, love, I never let anyone inside me without a condom. I'm just talking about the guys who I jerked off with my hand, or the ones who just jerked themselves off watching me and came all over me," she explained. "But there's one here for every time someone came in my ass, cunt, or mouth," she assured them as she continued to pull more of the obscene little tubes, each neatly tied off in a know to keep the contents from spilling, out of her purse and laying them out in rows.
"You were able to persuade them to wear a rubber while you sucked them?" Melissa asked dubiously.
"Not always," the slim mother confessed, "But if they woudn't, then I made them hold an open condom up to my mouth so I could spit the come back into it. They asked me why I wanted to save all of them, and some of the looked kind of weirded out when I explained that my husband was bisexual and I was bringing them home as a present to him," she grinned with a sidelong glance at Keith, who smiled unconcernedly. "But for some reason, that didn't seem to stop any of them from wanting to come in me and on me some more," she smiled knowingly. "So that's it," she announced as she pulled the final, come-filled condom from her purse.
Melissa had been keeping a running count as Stephanie had been laying them out. "My God, girlfriend! There's thirty-seven of them! You are such a slut!" she smiled, shaking her head incredulously.
"I know, right?" Stephanie shamelessly admitted with a smirk. She looked around and frowned. "Where's JJ? I know they're going to want to share some of this."
"They're sleeping it off outside," Melissa answered mischievously. "They've had quite the day, too. Matter of fact, we all have," she added with a mysterious smile.
"Oh, really? Do tell," Stephanie urged, her interest obviously piqued.
"Well, we should wait for the full details of everyone's story until Brad and your father get home," Margaret broke in, "But I'll give you the quick highlights," and she proceeded to summarize all the new sexual achievements of the children and their newfound adventurousness.
"Wow, it has been a busy day, hasn't it?" Stephanie marveled, gazing over the rapt, upturned faces of the majority of the family children. "So if I heard all that right, my daughter and Celeste got fucked for real for the first time, Henry had his first orgasm, Willy can not only come but he now shoots real jizz, my two boys fucked each other for the first time, Sarah got fisted in both her cunt and her ass, Celeste discovered she comes like crazy when she gets spanked, and, oh yes, Aaron likes to eat shit as much as his uncle does. Did I miss anything?"
"Actually, Aaron may like eating shit even more than Poppabrad," Melissa opined. "He was happily licking it back out of Celeste's and Kim's pussies after they'd stuffed their cunts full of poop. Poppabrad still mostly just likes my poop," she explained. "But besides me and Mom coming a whole bunch of times watching all this happen, yeah, that pretty much covers it," she smiled. "Maybe not quite as adventurous as you two, but they're young yet," she added deadpan.
"Uh, yeah, well, hopefully they've got a few years yet before they're ready to take it outside the family," Stephanie replied dryly. "Besides, the rest of you don't seem as keen on it as Keith and I, anyway."
"That's true," Melissa agreed. Her mother and John had actually tried going to a couple of swinger parties with some of John's old group right after they'd gotten together, but they both quickly decided that they actually found the sex they were already having at home to be a lot hotter and a lot more loving and basically quit after that, although John would occasionally indulge Margaret's kinky desire for exhibitionism and they would go to dive bars where everyone was half drunk off their ass already and engage in the most provocative, daring sex or near sex in public they thought they could get away with. Occasionally this had led to a night of sex with one to three other people who found their behavior too irresistible to pass up, but those occasions were infrequent and getting more so. For his part, Brad was a complete homebody, insisting he had no interest in sex beyond their family, and Melissa felt much the same, her periodic visits to her birth father's home notwithstanding. The only other exception was that Melissa's mother absolutely insisted that John not feel obliged to tie a knot in his cock when he had to make one of his frequent out-of-town trips, and should feel absolutely free to have a fling with any man or woman he encountered who looked interesting, provided he told everyone all about it afterwards. There hadn't been many such occasions but there were a few over the years, and from the phone conversations she had overheard with her mother this past week, it sounded like there had been another such opportunity for John. She was looking forward to his return to hear all about it.
Melissa was brought back into the present when she heard Stephanie say, "Dang, though. I would have liked to see our kids really fuck for the first time."
"Well, my love," Melissa's mother smiled pointedly, "It's already sounding like tonight is going to be an extra special family fuck night, so you may be able to persuade the kids to perform a reenactment."
"Oooh, that does sound good," Stephanie purred. "How about it?" she asked, looking at Willy, Kim, Celeste, and Henry. "Would you like to show all the parents who missed it earlier how you fuck later?"
All four of the older children nodded bashfully, so that was settled. Melissa could feel her breasts start to ache again and asked, "I need to get rid of some milk. Anyone hungry?"
"I am," Stephanie murmured, shooting Melissa a smoldering glance.
"Me, too," her brother volunteered.
"Okay, fine," Melissa laughed. "Only, what do you want to do with all your trophies?" she asked with a meaningful look at the rows of filled and knotted condoms lying on the dining table. "Did you want to hand them out now or later?"
"Unless you really wanted to deal with them now," Margaret suggested, "Why don't I empty them all into a big bowl, warm it up in the microwave so it's close to body temperature, and then serve portions at dinner to anyone who wants some?"
"Oh, you're a very kinky slut, too, aren't you, sexy wife," Stephanie grinned with an aroused glint in her eye. "That's fine with me."
"Okay, kids, you heard," Margaret announced. "Anyone who wants to eat some come with dinner let me know...and no shame at all if you don't want to. More for the rest of us," she smiled encouragingly. All of the four-and five-year-old children except Sarah immediately requested a share. Bethany finally murmured that she'd like to try some, too, since `Mamastepnie worked so hard to get it', which made all the parents crack up.
With that decided, Melissa had Stephanie and her brother join her on the big family bed where she could prop herself up on pillows and still let them nurse on her dripping breasts in comfort. They had been doing so for close to thirty minutes, with both Keith and Stephanie taking turns finger-fucking her cunt to make her come and induce her milk to flow freely once more, when Sarah ran up to them excitedly crying, "Poppabrad's home! Poppabrad's home!"
"Oop, that's our cue," Stephanie smiled knowingly as she pushed herself up and off the bed. "Come on, love," she directed Keith, "Time to give your sister some room to welcome her husband home!"
Keith heaved himself off the bed as well. "Would you like a swim, my baby?" he asked Stephanie.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," she smiled. "I want to check on JJ, too."
"I thought you might," he nodded with an affectionate grin, and the two headed out back hand in hand.
Melissa sighed inwardly with relief that those two seemed to be getting along, although that was how it always was between them, until it wasn't again. But at least it looked like everyone might enjoy a tension-free weeked, for which she would be completely grateful. She turned her thoughts expectantly to Brad's arrival, and that instantly prompted her hand to steal unconsciously into her pussy and begin frigging herself gently. In contrast to Stephanie and Keith's marriage, hers with Brad was an endless source of pleasure and comfort to her. He remained utterly devoted to her, completely unable to disguise how much he adored every aspect of her, while at the same time, he was a far cry from the smart-alecky teenage boy she'd initially fallen in love with. Now he was a strapping young man with a build very similar to that of his father, and a gargantuan cock to match – Melissa felt her cunt suddenly start to drip copiously the minute she pictured Brad's massive organ – and his job as a drywaller meant he got lots of physical activity that gave him the long, lean muscles of his father without all the body hair, so his washboard stomach and broad chest were even more prominent than on John.
Brad had completed high school via the same home schooling that Margaret and John had arranged for all four of their children but, unlike Stephanie and Keith, decided he had no need or interest in college. John had called in a couple of favors from some general contractors with whom he regularly worked as part of his architecture business and as a result, Brad was able to start the year before as an apprentice drywaller with one of the contractors and had quickly worked up to journeyman level, which meant that his work was reasonably steady and the pay was very good. Brad was proud to be able to contribute to the family finances, especially since he felt bad about Margaret having to resign from her job to help care for the passel of babies the family women started pushing out.
The upshot was that Melissa was very, very happy in her decision all those years ago to marry Brad and found that she fell in love all over with him with each new day, and that love kept growing stronger year by year.
Melissa's reverie had been inspiring enough that she was just at the point of climaxing, her fingers plunging madly in and out of her cunt, when several of the children started shrieking, "Poppabrad! Poppabrad!" at once, escorting him over to Melissa with an excited but incomprehensible babble. They all knew the routine. As soon as Brad got home each day, the very first thing he would do was fuck Melissa, after which he would happily romp on the floor with the children. They loved to watch Brad make love to her for some unfathomable reason; it seemed to be more than just awaiting their play time with him. When Melissa had mentioned this oddity to him, Brad's answer was simply, "They feel the love," an observation that she thought was pure Brad – wise, uncomplicated, perceptive, and very loving.
In any event, the children were all so excited at his arrival and trying to tell him all about their incredible day that they hadn't even allowed the poor man to get his clothes off at the door. Brad looked down at Melissa on the bed with a look that was so simultaneously full of love and adoration and yet raw, unbridled lust that she felt her heart start pounding in her chest in anticipation.
"Wow," Brad murmured, "You look...even more than usual. Just wow. That's all."
"I've been thinking about you, baby," Melissa replied huskily, moving her fingers in and out of her drenched cunt slit tantalizingly.
"Is that right?" he murmured, the gleam of arousal growing in his eyes with each passing second. "I don't suppose I have time to get out of these sweaty clothes first, do I?" he asked. "I worked my ass off today!"
"I suppose you'd better take off your pants, dear," Melissa told him in a voice thick with desire, "But don't you dare take off that sweaty T-shirt, baby. I want to smell all your sweat!"
"Oooh!" Kim cooed in sudden understanding from her place among the row of avidly watching children, "Is that another one of your `kinkiness'? You like to smell Poppabrad's sweat?"
"Why yes, I suppose it is, love," she smiled at her niece while Brad hurriedly struggled out of his shoes, socks, and pants finally allowing his huge prick to spring up from his body. Melissa gulped at the memory of how that wonderful organ filled her up so completely.
"They've been learning about sexual kinkiness today?" Brad smiled interestedly as he climbed onto the bed with her. "Sounds like an interesting day."
"You have no idea, my love," Melissa assured him throatily, "And I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you all about it. Later. But right now, I need you inside me! Hard! Don't you dare be gentle with me!" she urged him, helpless to prevent the desperation from creeping into her voice.
"If that's what you want, woman," he grinned with a wicked glint in his eyes. He reached down under Melissa's ample thighs and pulled them roughly up, pressing them tightly against her lush, oozing breasts and flattening them as he completely opened her entire vulva to his ravishing gaze. While keeping one hand across the back of her legs firmly, he reached down and guided the head of his impossibly long, totally stiff prick to the dripping, glistening opening to her vagina and, without any warning, slammed the massive organ ferociously into the back of her cunt, burying himself to his balls in her.
"Ohhhhh!" Melissa exhaled in a kind of whimper, her eyes rolling up in her head at the intensity of the sensation. And when the young, lanky man began to plunge that huge cock in and out of her, each thrust filling her up completely, she could only moan helplessly, grunting as each pile-driver stab of his manhood impaled her to what felt like halfway to her breasts.
Finally Melissa managed to gasp, "Your shirt- hunnngggghh! Oh, God! Take your shirt off! Hunngggh! Hunngggh! Hunngggghhh! I need- oh, fuck! I need to smell you!" she begged.
With a pleased smile, Brad paused his maniacal thrusting long enough to arch his back and whip his perspiration-soaked garment off and push it firmly down over his voluptuous wife's face.
Melissa seized the shirt with both hands and inhaled deeply, taking in the strong, musty man-scent past her flared nostrils. "Oh, God!" she cried through the soiled cloth, "All of you! I've got all of you! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! God, love! You're- hunnnggghhh! You're getting- unnngggh! Getting to me!" she warned through her labored breathing. "Gonna' come! Keep fucking me! Make me come! Hoh! Oh, God! Make me come over- fuck! Over and over! Come in me! Come in me! I'm- oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm- haaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!" the panting, plump redhead howled incoherently as her body lurched and shook, her hands flailing uncontrollably by her head.
Melissa felt Brad pounding into her at a frantic rate, his pubic bone slamming into her rhythmically pulsing clit with each powerful stroke, and even before the first climax had fully receded, another one was hard on its heels. Melissa felt herself being carried up on a wild, mad wave of ecstasy and desire, each new climax lifting her up higher so that she felt she was no longer even in her body anymore. She felt piss squirting violently out of her urethra, hitting Brad's relentlessly plunging cock and the balls that kept slapping against her splayed ass cheeks. She heard all the children cheer at that sight, probably because they knew that usually presaged another of her blackouts which they all seemed to take a perverse delight in.
Then she felt Brad's still diving cock start to jerk and shudder and knew that he was filling her entire cunt with his thick, copious jism, bathing – as she liked to imagine – the infant growing in her womb with warm, nutritious fluid. She took one last, deep inhalation of the sweaty T-shirt across her face and then surrendured to the inevitable and let the rising cloud of soft, comforting blackness pull her under.
Melissa came around once more to the sound of childish shrieks giggles, interspersed with mock roars from Brad. She didn't even need to look to picture the scene: Poppabrad doing his nightly romp and wrestle with a horde of squirming, naked children. He dearly loved playing with them like this, chasing each of them in turn, tackling them, and subjecting them to flurries of kisses while he tickled them unmercifully. And if his lips and tongue happened to linger a bit longer on juvenile pussy lips and young boyish cocks, well, that was his prerogative, and none of the children seemed to mind. Even woman-loving Sarah tolerated his liberties in that situation, and some of the other children actively courted his interest, posing provocatively to get him to chase them and put his lips and tongue briefly on their private parts.
The young redheaded mother sat up slowly and looked around. All the children, even Tina, appeared to be engaged with their beloved Poppabrad, which allowed the other parents some brief respite, something they heartily appreciated. Melissa decided to get up and see if her mother needed help with dinner.
"Hi, love," her mother greeted her warmly as Melissa joined her parent at the sink. "I take it you had another nice welcome-home fuck with your husband?"
"Very nice," Melissa smiled, "One of the best ever!" before grimacing a bit. "But my pussy's a bit sore now. He really pounded into me."
"Um, unless I misheard from over here, isn't that exactly what you asked him to do?" her mother asked, shooting her a sidelong glance.
"Well, yeah, and man! Did he ever!" the younger redhead snorted ruefully. "That's one of those things, like getting fisted, that seems like a fantastic idea when you're out of your mind and horny. It's only afterwards you really feel it."
"You're preaching to the choir, love," her mother answered with a sympathetic look. "That's what we get for marrying big-dicked men."
"Yeah, I guess, only mine wasn't big-dicked when I married him," Melissa protested mildly.
"Huh. So you say," the older woman responded dryly. "He was already showing all the signs by age fifteen when you did marry him. Thank God his growth spurt seems to finally be over," she murmured, almost to herself. "There are times when he's a bit much for me, too. Definitely outgrew his father in that department."
Just then the house telephone rang. "Speaking of which..." Margaret smiled hopefully before picking up the handset. "Hi! Is that you, love?...Oh, good," she chuckled. "I hate to waste a nice greeting on a telemarketer." She paused for a moment, listening. "Great!" she nodded at last. "I'm glad you're down safely. So...see you in a bit less than two hours? Right. We'll hold dinner `til you get here. What's that? Oh, fine, fine, though today was pretty eventful. No, better not to discuss on the phone; we'll tell you all about it when you get here. Uh-huh, that's right. Drive safe and we'll see you soon. We all love you and miss you! Yes, me especially," she added in a more intimate whisper. "Bye, love."
"I'm assuming that was John?" Melissa grinned.
"Well, duh," her mother retorted, though not unkindly. "Who else would it be?" She glanced over at the squirming and shrieking pile of children on the floor which supposedly contained Brad somewhere near its center. "Think we've got time to grab a shower together, sweetie while the kids are occupied? I'll shave your pussy if you shave mine," she offered.
"Deal!" Melissa laughed. She glanced at the patio door leading to the pool. "Think we need to check on Steph and Keith?" she asked. "They've been out there a while."
"The longer, the better, as far as I'm concerned," her mother replied earnestly. "They need to remind themselves that they love each other, too, along with everyone else."
Melissa nodded her agreement, and mother and daughter skirted around the perimeter of the great room to avoid the seething mass of nude bodies in the center and got into the shower.
After their shower and shave, Melissa helped her mother squeeze out the obscene contents of Stephanie's collection of semen-filled condoms into a large bowl in preparation for warming the mixture back to body temperature to serve with dinner. "What made you think of this?" she asked her mother.
"Actually, it seemed like a less risky way of dealing with it than letting people dump it all over each other," her mother replied seriously. "No one is likely to catch some unpleasant disease this way."
"Oh, really? You think?" Melissa frowned, her nose crinkling with disgust. "Now I'm not sure I want any, let alone for any of the kids to have some."
"Oh, relax, sweetie," her mother chided her. "Unless someone has an open sore in their mouth, they're not going to catch VD from swallowing it. You just don't want strange come to end up in your pussy, or especially your ass. The tissues inside there are much thinner and vulnerable."
"Hmm, good to know," Melissa nodded, "Though I guess I should have realized it when both Keith and Steph didn't have any problem letting guys come in their mouth."
"Yes, John and I had a serious talk with them both about safe sex when they started to show their, well, proclivities," her mother answered. "So far, they seem to be taking the lesson to heart."
When Brad finally came up for air and shooed all the children out back to the pool to cool off, Melissa let him know about John's expected arrival time. He nodded and asked both women if they'd like to come out and relax by the pool as well. Margaret allowed that she could spare a bit of time before she needed to finish the dinner preparations and start watching for John, so the entire family, less John, of course, spent the next hour in pleasant relaxation by the pool. Melissa was highly gratified to see that Stephanie and Keith were cuddled up together on one of the chaise lounges and appeared to be whispering silly, sweet nothings to each other. Brad noticed it, too and nodded his approval.
After a time, Margaret excused herself to go back inside. When another half hour had elapsed, they heard her call out, "Poppajohn's home! But you can play outside a bit longer; no rush!"
"Oh, no, I'm not missing this!" Melissa declared with a wicked grin. "Mom's gonna' get her brains fucked out first thing, and I wanna' watch!"
"I'll join you," Brad smiled. He looked over at Stephanie and Keith. "Hey, we're gonna' go inside. You guys cool to watch the kids out here?"
Stephanie looked at Keith, who shrugged, and they agreed to be on lifeguard duty, though that was merely a precaution. All the children were taught to swim while they were still infants. Even little Tina could happily motor around the pool without a problem.
When Melissa and Brad entered the great room, they saw that John had bent her mother across the table and was holding her hands stretched out in front of her, pinned to the tabletop, as he slammed his huge prick into her from behind. Melissa couldn't tell from her angle whether the man was in her mother's cunt or ass but since her mother was equally eager to get either orifice fucked, it hardly mattered. John was pumping into the buxom woman at a frantic pace and her mother was grunting and gasping, low, guttural vocalizations that seemed more animal than human.
Melissa thought it was a truly erotic sight but at the same time she felt like an intruder in a private moment, which was admittedly not a common feeling in her family. "Come on, love, I changed my mind," she whispered softly to Brad, taking his hand and gently guiding him back outside. Brad just shrugged, quite accustomed by now to his wife's unexpected vicissitudes.
"What? Nothing happening?" Stephanie asked with raised eyebrows when Melissa and Brad plopped down together in the next chaise lounge.
"Oh, definitely happening," Melissa asserted with a droll look. "John's got her pinned to the table and is jamming his cock up her as fast as he possibly can."
"Hmmm, that sounds hot," Stephanie mused. "Why didn't you stay?"
"I don't really know," Melissa replied with a slight frown. "Maybe standing there with Brad made me remember how much I like the times we have when it's just the two of us. Speaking of which, we can go sit farther away if you guys were enjoying a quiet moment of your own," she offered sympathetically.
"Thanks, love," Stephanie smiled, "But we don't mind the company now. We had a good talk," she added, throwing Keith a tender smile. He responded with a caress of her breast that was more loving than erotic. "Anyway, we both decided we're going to try to spend more time focused on each other and let others in the family do the same."
"So that's why you decided not to rush in and get into the middle of whatever our folks are doing?" Melissa asked with an understanding look.
"Yeah, exactly," Stephanie acknowledged. "It would probably have just got us both aggravated and we've had a really nice day. No reason to risk spoiling it," she shrugged matter-of-factly.
"I think that's great, my love!" Melissa exclaimed, meaning it. "And it does really sound like you two had quite the day."
"Us!" Stephanie barked. "What about here? I can wait to see the repeat performance of our kids fucking," she grinned.
"Which kids?" Jeremy butted in, having overheard as he and his twin brother were walking by.
"Well, you two pretty little boys, for starters," Stephanie laughed good-naturedly. "I expect a complete reenactmet after dinner."
"Uh, okay," Jesse agreed with a shy look at Jeremy, who nodded his concurrence.
At that moment, the sliding patio door opened and John and Melissa's mother came out. Both of them were flushed and sweating heavily and both wore beaming smiles. As soon as the children saw John, the back yard was filled with excited cries of "Poppajohn! Poppajohn!" and the lanky older man suddenly found himself surrounded by a crowd of excited, completely naked children who hugged him wherever they could, jabbering breathlessly all the while, though it wasn't lost on Melissa that the twins made a beeline for John's still-dripping prick and were eagerly lapping up the come that was still oozing from its tip after he had spurted most of it into Margaret.
That prompted Melissa to study her mother intently and she smiled when she spotted the telltale, pale, thick tendrils of goo dripping down the inside of the older woman's thighs. "Looks like John saved you an entire week's worth of come, Mom," Melissa observed with a glint in her eye. "You going to share all that around? Or were you planning to add it to the blend Stephanie brought home to serve with dinner?"
Melissa had only been joking and mentally kicked herself when her mother's eyes lit up and she cried, "Oh! What a great idea, love! Be a dear and go grab me a plastic container to catch the rest of this before I lose it all."
"Yeah, okay, Mom. Me and my big mouth," she grumbled good-naturedly, heaving herself to her feet with a hasty apology to brad and padded back into the house. When she returned, she handed the plastic container to her mother who, placing one foot up on the end of the lounge chair, proceeded to scrape it thoroughly up the inside of her glistening thighs before holding it suspended directly below her vagina and began expelling the thick, sticky contents out of her overfilled cunt hole.
"Dang! That's a lot, even for Dad," Brad marveled.
"Yeah, he was faking it every night when we had our phone sex. Said he wanted to surprise me," Margaret replied, shooting John a mock glare. Her husband was oblivious for by now the children had calmed down enough to speak one at a time and they were now proudly regaling him with all their sexual accomplishments and discoveries.
John was taking it all in patiently, giving approving smiles and gentle praise, even nodding with an indulgent smile at Aaron's newfound proclivity for eating poop, until they got to the part about how Celeste had come really, really hard when she was being spanked. At that, he looked genuinely taken aback. "First, why were you getting a spanking?" he demanded of his daughter. When she confessed to her defiance about cleaning up the shit she'd deliberately excreted onto the floor, he nodded grimly. "Okay, so a spanking was definitely warranted for that!" Then his expression grew puzzled. "But did you do that just so you would get a spanking?"
"No!" she blurted. "I- I didn't think I would get spanked at all, only when Mamagret started, it hurt at first but then my pussy started tingling and it was getting more and more and I couldn't stop the feeling and then I was coming and coming. And then when Mamalissa pinched my tits, I just kind of lost my mind and...well, I don't remember anything after that," she wound down breathlessly.
"Honestly, love," Margaret chimed in with a serious glance at John as she forced the last few dollops of the obscene mixture of semen and vaginal secretions from her cunt hole into the plastic container, "It really seemed just as much a surprise to Celeste as it was to all the rest of us. I guess," she added in a wry tone, "Given the variety of kinkiness different members of our family enjoy and the number of people we have, we shouldn't be surprised that sooner or later there'd be someone with that kink."
Seeing the flash of doubt and distress on Celeste's face, John quickly jumped in soothingly, "There's nothing wrong with it, love. That's not what your mom is saying. In fact, it's not all that different from the way Mamagret and Mamalissa like to have their nipples bit hard when they come, or the way they like to be fisted even though it hurts. Sometimes, when someone is getting sexually excited, something that would just be really painful the rest of the time magically turns into a whole different feeling that makes the sexy feeling even more intense."
"Yes!" Celeste cried, looking relieved that someone else understood. "That's exactly what happened!"
"And I'd also say," Margaret added, "That you probably had your first real, grown-up woman orgasm. That's why you passed out the way the three of us grown-up ladies do all the time. Congratulations," she smiled.
"Oh. Oh!" Celeste blinked as she mulled that over. "Does that mean I'm going to come like that every time from now on?"
"Probably not, dear," Margaret smiled. "Certainly not every time; after all, I don't black out every time I come. But now that it's happened, it's likely to start happening more and more often."
"Wow," Celeste nodded in comprehension. She glanced shyly at her father. "Do you think I was bad enough that I deserve another spanking from you, too?"
"Hah! Nice try, girl," her mother interjected. "I already told you, no more spankings for you when you're bad. From now on, you only get spankings when you're especially good."
"I'll be good!" she promised earnestly. "I'll be `specially good!" looking at her father hopefully.
"I'll definitely be watching," he assured her with a droll expression. "Well," he announced to all, "If there's nothing else, we should let Mamagret get back to preparing dinner," and he nodded to Margaret.
"Can I help with anything, Mom?" Melissa offered.
"Yes, that would be nice," her mother smiled. "The rest of you can help by relaxing and playing out here `til I call you for dinner."
Once in the kitchen space, Melissa's mother asked her to take charge of frying up the large number of hamburger patties on their stove's griddle that any meal for sixteen required. As she worked, Melissa asked her mother interestedly, "So what's your plan for all that come?"
"I thought I'd just warm it back up to body temperature and put it out in bowls on the table," her mother answered with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "That way, people can use it or not, and they can just eat it directly or they could, well, I'm going to try my share as a hamburger condiment instead of mustard and ketchup, or maybe in addition to. What do you think?"
"Hah!" Melissa guffawed, "So we're having comeburgers for supper! Maybe you'll start a new family meal tradition. I'm sure as heck gonna' try it!"
"That's a good one," her mother smiled. "You can let everyone know what's on the menu when you call them in for supper."
It required another thirty minutes to finish the meal preparation, and Melissa's announcement about what was for dinner met with great interest from nearly everyone save Sarah, for whom such an addition had no appeal, and Tina, who was too young to grasp what was being discussed. At the table, everyone else eagerly spread their hamburger buns with the provided blend of captured semen and bit in.
"Oh, this is better than I expected," was Stephanie's immediate comment, and everyone chimed in with their agreement, though little Sarah just shook her head incredulously.
"Well, there you have it," John smiled knowingly at his adult daughter. "Not that you apparently needed any permission or additional encouragement, but you and Keith now have your hunting license to keep bringing back come souvenirs from your swinging adventures."
"Yeah?" Stephanie answered with a saucy gleam in her eye and a quick, sidelong glance at Keith, "Maybe we can make it a regular thing. You know, Friday nights are comeburger nights, and Keith and I can bring home the come."
This suggestion met with general acclaim, and so it was decided. Once everyone was starting to finish their meal, Melissa gave John a mischievous look. "So, John, did I overhear that you may have had some kind of adventure while you were away this week? It doesn't sound like, whatever it was involved you shooting your load anywhere but here."
"No, I didn't, though it certainly would have been possible if I'd been so inclined," he allowed, leaning back in his chair and looking at Melissa's mother. "I think you'll find this as interesting as I did. It was at a large reception the client was hosting when this nice-looking, middle-aged woman and I struck up a conversation. I was getting pretty unmistakeable `I'd like to fuck' vibes from her, so I thought I'd at least get to know her better. When she learned I was married, she asked about you," and he nodded at Margaret, "Claiming she wanted to know what my `type' was. So I described you, and then showed her a picture. When she saw it, she was taken aback, saying she thought she'd met you once. Well, to cut to the chase, love, you remember you told me about this woman who hit on you in the airport that day you picked me up back when we first got together – in fact the very day when our big family all got together?"
"You're kidding!" Margaret replied with a bemused expression. "Yeah, I remember, for sure, `cause it was the first time in my life a total stranger ever hit on me. I don't know whether to be more amazed or flattered that she still remembered me, though. For sure it was the same woman?"
"Definitely," he nodded with a smile. "She even remembered exactly what you were wearing!" he chuckled, "So no, no mistake. Well, it turns out her name is Jean, she lives in Canada, but does regularly get down to the states and, well, when I did sort of let it slip that yes, you and I occasionally did swing, she begged me to see if you were still interested. She says she loves going both ways and married couples are one of her favorite ways to swing. She even said that the next business trip south she has, she'll extend the trip out here just to meet you. Jean said she'd never been able to get that picture of you in the airport out of her head all these years and counted that as one of the biggest missed opportunities of her life."
"Hoh! You're kidding," Margaret exclaimed in astonishment, fanning herself exaggeratedly. "I don't know what to say."
"Of course you do, Mom," Keith spoke up with a wry look. "Say you'd love to. Talk about something destined to happen! And on the same day all the rest of our destiny came true, too!"
"Well, if you insist," Margaret smiled bashfully. "Only it's too bad we couldn't share her with everyone else," she added with a wistful look around the table.
"One thing at a time, love," John smiled with an aroused gleam in his eye. "I'll let her know, and maybe you and she could talk on the phone a bit and get to know each other. And if things work out and we like getting together with her, we can start to cautiously sound her out about just how open-minded she is. So. That's decided, then," he nodded.
"But you didn't sleep with her yourself?" Stephanie pressed with a somewhat incredulous expression.
"Not once I found out how she felt about Margaret," her father answered seriously. "That wouldn't have been right. And don't worry, all you little voyeurs," he grinned, looking around that the entire family who had been following this conversation keenly," If it does work out, we'll give you a very detailed report."
"Take videos," Brad suggested with a wicked grin.
"Not without her approval," his father frowned, "And probably not something to suggest on the first date. But we'll see."
The remainder of the dinner proceeded without any additional revalations. After dinner, Celeste asked Melissa if she wanted to feed Tina and Aaron again. Melissa gave the young girl a calculating look, figuring Celeste had some devious reason for wanting to get all the older children together privately, but agreed. Tina readily latched on to Melissa's oozing nipple the minute she sat down on one of the padded benches around the firepit and held her infant daughter to her breast, but Aaron declared he wasn't hungry. Melisa was afraid he was going to put up a fuss about wanting to join the older children, but when she asked him if he'd like to suck her pussy instead, the toddler enthusiastically agreed, eager for the chance to do something all the `big kids' did regularly.
Melissa sucked in her breath quickly as the two-year-old boy latched on to her clit as if it were another nipple and began to suck it just as greedily. "Looks like your little boy is learning quickly," John observed with undisguised interest.
"No shit!" Melissa nodded, her breathing already starting to deepen. "He's really going to town on my clit!"
"Definitely a member of this family, then," the older man smiled. "Uh, if no one else is interested, you mind if I sample your other tit?" he asked shamelessly.
"Please do, love," Melissa smiled, realizing that this would probably all result in her coming really hard a few times. She saw Stephanie give her a look and shake her head indulgently before going to help Margaret and their brothers clean up after dinner.
John settled in beside her, cuddling up close under her arm and, cupping her large, firm breast with one hand, drawing her copiously lactating nipple between his lips. "Mmm," he murmured appreciatively after a moment, "You always make the best milk!"
"Moo," Melissa replied self-consciously but with a smile at his complement. With both her nipples being assiduously sucked and Aaron's determined suckling of her clit, the young, redheaded mother's sexual excitement was ramping up very quickly.
It wasn't long before Melissa was having difficulty keeping her three ravenous sucklers in position as her body kept wanting to writhe and arch involuntarily. "Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!" she gasped. "God! You guys are intense! Hunggghhh! Damn! You're gonna' get me off so fast!" She looked up to see that she had an attentive audience now. Melissa's mother had wrapped her arms around Stephanie from behind and was sensuously sliding fingers in and out of the younger woman's hairy cunt as they watched her while Brad and Keith both kept their eyes glued to her as well even as they fondled each other's cocks into full erection.
Then Melissa heard John groan unexpectedly and looked down to see that Aaron had, on his own initiative, begun to stroke John's massive, very stiff prick with the fingers of one hand as he wormed the fingers of his other hand up into his infant sister's cunt slit and was presumably diddling her tiny clit. Tina seemed to have no objection to this incestuous treatment and continued to greedily suckle her mother's free-flowing nipple. "That's very nice, son," she told him huskily between heavy panting, "You're becoming a very good lover!"
Aaron raised his head momentarily to beam delightedly at his mother's praise before lowering his face once more to Melissa's clit and resumed sucking on it even more vigorously than before. Melissa gasped with pleasure and began to rock her hips upward in an unconscious attempt to force more of her turgid, throbbing clit into her young son's mouth. "Gaaahhhh!" she exhaled as Aaron sucked particularly hard. "Oh, God, you guys! You're doing it! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! You're gonna' make me come! You're gonna' make me come so hard!"
Melissa heard sharp cries of pleasure from in front of her and looked up in time to see Stephanie's body, fuller now than when she was a preteen but still every bit as lovely, shuddering in the throes of a climax driven by Margaret's still plunging fingers into her lover's twat as she wrung and kneaded Stephanie's small, pert breast with her free hand. Melissa caught her mother's eye and smiled approvingly. "Your turn," her mother grinned, her eyes alight with unrestrained lust.
"Oh, I'm- fuck! I'm there!" Melissa panted, desperately trying to suck in enough air as her three partners ravaged her nipples and clit. "Gaaagggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! Here it comes! I'm- haaggggghhh! I'm coming! I'm- aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed as her entire body began to buck and thrash under the incestuous onslaught of her two youngest children as well as John. She felt both John and Tina begin to lap hungrily as the orgasm made her milk let down and her swollen breasts flow copiously.
None of the three showed any sign of relenting and, as another climax launched on the heels of the first one, Melissa resigned herself to passing out soon. She felt her bladder release and a long stream of piss splashed noisily onto the tile floor beneath her. If Aaron was put off in any way by it getting in his mouth, he gave no indication and simply continued his savage suckling of her rhythmically pulsing clit. Then, whether by coincidence or sympathy, little Tina chose that moment to piss as well and Melissa felt the warm liquid run from her baby daughter's cunt down her arm and belly. This was more than the climaxing young mother's overstimulated mind could handle and yet another orgasm, this one truly massive in comparison to the earilier ones, erupted from deep within her loins to course up and down her writhing, convulsing frame, electric jolts continuing to flash from her sensitive, well-gnawed nipples into her throbbing cunt.
And then, as expected, Melissa heard the roaring in her ears that presaged unconsciousness and allowed herself to slip into oblivion.
When Melissa's eyes fluttered open once more, it was to the excited cries of children shrieking, "Look! We're ready!" Look, Mamagret! We can fit them in!" "Can we fuck now?" "Yeah, can we? Can we?"
Melissa blinked rapidly to clear her sex-fogged brain and heaved herself upright into a full sitting position to look around. She realized she was still holding Tina to her breast but the baby girl had quietly drifted off to sleep with a tummy full of her mother's milk; Aaron and John had apparently arisen, for as she craned her head to scan the room, she saw them both standing next to her mother, Stephanie, Brad, and Keith. And every one of them had their mouths wide open in utter astonishment.
Melissa craned her head around to see what was causing such amazement and then her own eyes flew open and her jaw dropped as well. Standing together in front of the bedroom cubicle where they had apparently ensconced themselves after dinner were the eight oldest children, still completely nude. But every one of them had dildos or vibrators pushed completely into themselves. Sarah, Kim, and Bethany all had the largest dildos of the set Margaret had given them shoved into their cunt holes; as they turned around to display themselves, Melissa saw that they had also jammed vibrators up their assholes, even little Bethany. The boys all had their dildos proudly inserted up their own bungholes, even Henry, which surprised Melissa considerably since he had never expressed the slightest interest in having his anus penetrated, and she resolved to talk with him to make sure he was doing so out of his own desire and not bowing to peer pressure.
But it was Celeste who really made Melissa's eyes goggle, for the dark-haired five-year-old girl had somehow managed to cram Margaret's gigantic, black dildo that was now the family stand-in for John's and Brad's cocks into her juvenile cunt hole. True, it didn't penetrate more then three or four inches, but the head was definitely, unquestionably all the way inside her young, unbelievably stretched vagina, and she proudly turned this way and that, displaying her accomplishment to all the adults, though her eyes looked a bit glassy from the strain. Melissa could also see, as Celeste turned, that her young niece/half-sister had completely buried her own largest dildo up her ass; only the pink, plastic base remained exposed.
"Oh, my God!" Melissa's mother finally hooted loudly when she had recovered enough from the shock to speak. "You guys all really have been practicing, haven't you?"
"Uh-huh!" Kim grinned. "We all wanted to be ready to fuck for real when Poppajohn got back home! You said we could once we could fit our biggest dildos into our holes," she reminded the older redhead.
"I said we'd think about it," Margaret clarified with an expression that Melissa recognized as one of desperately trying to stifle laughter. "And you, Celeste! My God, you've always been an overachiever, but what on earth induced you to attempt fitting that monster up your cunt? How on earth did you even manage it?" she spluttered, still shaking her head in disbelief.
Melissa caught Stephanie's eye and gave her a knowing look. "Don't even say it, girlfriend!" Stephanie warned.
"Say what?" Celeste demanded instantly.
With an only slightly apologetic shrug at Stephanie, Melissa answered the young girl, "Just that you are definitely your father's daughter and Mommastepnie's sister," Melissa grinned. "Mommastepnie was bound and determined to fit Poppajohn's huge dick into her cunt hole way before her dad thought she was ready. I'm guessing you worked so hard to fit that into you so you could convince Poppajohn that you wanted him to be the first man to really come inside your pussy, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Celeste admitted before turning to John. "So will you, Poppajohn? Will you fuck me for real and come inside me?"
John still looked completely poleaxed but managed to mumble, "Well, I guess you've already taken care of any objections I might have raised. So yes, we can try. But only if you promise to be honest and tell me if it hurts too much. I'm serious, sweetheart," he continued earnestly. "If you try to keep going when it really hurts, you could end up really seriously injured, maybe even bad enough that you wouldn't be able to have babies when you're older. Do you understand?"
Celeste blinked, startled. "Oh! I wouldn't want that! So are you saying you will or you won't fuck me?" she asked, appearing confused and ready to be pitiful.
"I said we'd try, love," John assured his younger daughter, "As long as you promise to tell me if it starts to hurt real bad, okay?"
"Okay, Poppajohn, I promise," Celeste declared meekly before her face brightened once more. "Does that mean we can try right now?" she asked eagerly.
"Pretty soon, love," her father agreed with an amused look. "There's one thing I'd like to see first, though. Willy?" he called out to the lanky red-haired boy. "I understand you're actually able to shoot real come now, is that right?"
"Uh-huh!" Willy answered proudly. "We could, uh, Kim and I could show you," he amended, giving such an adoring look at his cousin that Melissa felt a poignant lump grow in her throat. "Would you like that?"
"I would love to see that," John nodded, his eyes already glinting with undisguised lust. He turned to Margaret. "How do you think we should be set up for tonight's festivities, since this promises to be a wild one? Everyone on the big bed or something else?"
"Something else, I think," his official wife smiled. "Let's pull the cushions off the benches and lay them all out on the floor, and then we can spread out a big sheet of plastic from downstairs over it and everyone can get all oily. But first, anyone who hasn't had an enema yet today, into the shower and get all cleaned out!" she ordered. "Celeste, since most of the grownups still need enemas, will you please be in charge of getting the kids to lay out the cushions on the floor? Willy, you know where the plastic sheets are down in the workshop, right? Please bring up the biggest one you can find, okay?" Celeste and Willy nodded their agreement and the adults headed en masse for the shower area, Melissa stopping off only long enough to put a diaper on Tina and put her into a crib to sleep some more.
As soon as she reached the bathroom area, Melissa immediately sat down on one of the three toilets for a pre-enema bowel movement. As soon as she had finished, she automatically rose and bent over, pulling her ass cheeks apart to allow Brad to lick her anal crevice clean. She'd become so accustomed to him performing that depraved service for her that she seldom gave it a second thought, but this time her mother said, "You know, Brad, it looks very much like you might have to be sharing that butt-licking duty with your youngest nephew."
"Yeah, that's what I heard," Brad grinned as he leaned over one of the available sinks to rinse his mouth out. "Well, my feeling is, he can do what he wants when he wants. I'm not going to push him or prevent him, at least unless he starts doing it so much he makes himself sick." He glanced back at Melissa. "I could piss if you're ready."
"Always, my love," Melissa grinned as she took his massive prick in her hands and pushed as much of it as she could down her throat. "Hmm-hmm," she nodded, indicating her readiness. She started swallowing the minute she felt the flow of urine coursing down her esophagus and gradually pulled his squirting organ back out until it was clear of her mouth and streaming warm, golden liquid all over her face, hair, and body. "Mmm, very nice," she purred, rising to her feet, glistening drops of Brad's pee all over her. She saw that her mother was holding up an enema kit pointedly. "Yeah, okay, Mom. I'm ready now," she grinned. She glanced over to the next sink and saw that John was administering Stephanie's. Brad volunteered to use the third kit on his father as he continued to service his older daughter.
In short order all six of the parents were in the shower, expelling the contents of their bowels all over the floor and each other. Keith was, as usual under such treatment, sporting a raging hard-on, but even he wasn't tempted to try to spend more time than absolutely necessary in sex play. Everyone was far too eager to explore their children's new-found sexual achievements and desires.
Because of the open view into the great room, Melissa was able to monitor the behavior of the children as they willingly threw themselves into preparing for the big family orgy, carefully placing the cushions, and spreading the large plastic sheeting that Willy had retrieved. By the time the adults had all washed and dried themselves thoroughly, the children were already happily squirting each other down with the special sex oil that Margaret and Melissa had concocted, a blend of pure corn oil and artificially sweetened drink mix that gave it a nice, sweet flavor in the mouth but didn't get sticky. They used it in all their major family fuckfests now, only varying the flavors used to provide some variety.
Melissa also noted that almost all the children had all removed their various vibrators and dildos, though Celeste was still alternating pushing the black monster, now shiny with a coating of slick oil, as far as she could into both her cunt hole and her anus. Apparently, the precocious girl had every intention of taking grownup cocks everywhere tonight – probably simultaneously, if she could arrange it, Melissa grinned to herself wryly.
As the adults stepped onto the cushioned plastic sheet, they were mobbed by children wielding squirt bottles of the family sex lube, giggling happily as they coated their parents' bodies with the slippery fluid. Once everyone was fully anointed, John took over as master of ceremonies. "Okay, everyone, let's sit in a circle and let Willy and Kim show us how they can fuck."
With shy smiles for each other, Willy took Kim's hand and led her into the middle of the ring of family members. Kim lay down on her back and pulled her small thighs completely back, actually tucking her heels behind her head, leaving her hairless vulva upraised and completely exposed, her juvenile cunt lips pulled apart to display her glistening vagina. Willy, whose four-inch cock was completely hard, the head already fully protruding from his foreskin, lay down atop his adored cousin. But, to smiles and sighs from the adults, instead of immediately penetrating Kim, Willy leaned forward and began to kiss his lover. Kim willingly parted her lips to receive his tongue and flung her arms around his neck, pulling his face tightly into hers. As they kissed, the two children ground their crotches together, stimulating each other, and the grinding increased in tempo and intensity until Kim suddenly pulled Willy's face away and cried breathlessly, "I can't wait anymore. Fuck me, my love! Fuck me now!"
Grinning from ear to ear, the auburn-haired boy raised his hips; Kim reached down between her legs and guided his stiff little cock into her cunt, sighing with contentment as she felt it penetrate her completely. "You okay?" Willy smiled down at his cousin beneath him.
"You feel perfect inside me, Willy. Just like you're meant to," Kim insisted. She untucked her feet from behind her head and brought them around to her child lover's buttocks, digging her heels in and setting the rhythm she wanted for his thrusting.
Melissa felt a hand grasp hers and looked over to see that Stephanie was smiling beatifically at her. "Isn't that just the best thing in the world? To be able to watch our kids loving each other so much?" she whispered. "Just like we do."
"Absolutely," Melissa whispered back throatily. "And frankly, pretty damn hot, too!"
"I know," Stephanie agreed softly as she watched Willy plowing rhythmically into her daughter's very willing pussy. "I've already made a big puddle of cunt juice under me on the plastic."
"Oh, really?" Melissa smiled with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I'd better check and make sure," and she reached over and wormed her hand into the space under Stephanie's vulva. "Damn! That's a lot of quim, girl, even for one of us!" she marveled. The copious amount of vaginal secretions that both Stephanie and Melissa could produce were a never-ending source of comment and wonder among the rest of the family, especially since it seemed to be constantly running down the inside of their thighs even when there wasn't anything obviously stimulating. "Okay, I can't stand this any longer; I've already seen them fuck, and I just have to lick that delicious cunt of yours right now!" She flopped onto her back and gestured to her face. "Climb on, sexy wife. You can still watch!" she promised, "Just tell me what's going on, okay?"
With a nod and a grateful smile, Stephanie wasted no time in straddling Melissa's head, sighing with pleasure as she lowered herself onto the voluptuous young mother's face and felt her pussy being lapped and sucked. "They've got a nice rhythm going," Stephanie began her narration as Melissa began to plunge her tongue deeply up her lover's drenched and oozing vagina, eagerly lapping and swallowing as much of the nectar as she could. "Kim's managing it well, pulling Willy into her whenever she wants. Oooh!" she moaned, "That's really nice," she commented in response to Melissa slipping a quim-lubricated finger up Stephanie's puckered anus. She began to rock her hips back and forth in unconscious echo of the rhythm of Willy's steady plunging into her daughter.
"Hah!" Stephanie chuckled, "Other folks think this is too hot to stand, too. JJ are attacking Dad's cock with their tongues and Brad is starting to finger Bethany's little pussy while she jacks him off. Hoh! Oh, God, girl, the things your magic tongue does to me! Oh! Now Sarah's muff-diving your mom, and she looks like she's loving it! Oh, that's interesting – Henry and Celeste are making out now and she's stroking his prick while he fingers her cunt. Hoh! Oh, God! Yes! Just like that, Mel!" she groaned as Melissa began to tease around Stephanie's completely turgid clit with her tongue. "Damn! I was wrong; Henry's starting to shove his whole hand up Celeste's cunt! Hey, Celeste!" Stephanie called out across the space. "Since when did you get into fisting?"
Melissa couldn't hear Celeste's response due to the muffling of Stephanie's thighs over her ears, but heard Stephanie reply, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Might as well since you worked to hard to get all stretched out for our dad! Hunnnggghh! Oh, fuck, Mel! You're really getting to me now!" Stephanie moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can keep from- hoh! Oh, God! From coming!"
Wanting to keep hearing the lascivious narration, Melissa eased back a bit to let her lover catch her breath. "Yeah, okay, thanks, love," Stephanie panted in appreciation. "I get it; I'll let you know when Willy and Kim look like they're gonna' come, and then you can let loose on me!"
"Hmm-hmm" Melissa nodded, surreptitiously adding a second finger to the first impaling her olive-skinned lover's bunghole.
"Uh, okay, that's nice," Stephanie puffed, "But I'm not ready to get fisted – at least not this early in the evening, okay?"
"Hmm-hay," Melissa nodded in understanding.
Stephanie continued her narration. "Wow, Willy's really starting to pound my little girl now! Hunnggghhh! Oh, fuck! Do it, Willy!" she shouted encouragement. "Give it to her hard! Yeah! See? She's nodding, son! She wants it hard and fast now! Fuck, yes! Damn, boy, you're a little fucking machine, ain't you?" she marveled crudely, her own arousal obliterating any inhibitions. "Oooh! Looks like- huunnggggh! Like Sarah's about to- hoh! About to make Mamagret lose it! Yep! There she goes! She's coming already! Oh, fuck! I gotta hand it to her," Stephanie gasped, "Your daughter is definitely the- unnnggghh! Best cunt-licker in the family! And that's-oooh! That's saying something! God! Willy's slamming into Kim like there's no tomorrow! And she's- unnnggghh! She's shoving right back- hoh! Oh, God! Right back to meet him- oh, fuck! Stroke for stroke!"
Based on the intensity of the scene Stephanie was describing, Melissa began to concentrate on Stephanie's very hard and throbbing clit. "Haaaggggghhh!" Stephanie howled in tortured ecstasy, "Oh, fuck! Yes, love! Do it to me! It's- hoh! Oh, God! It's all happening! Kimmie's eyes are- hoh! Rolling up! She's coming! Oh, God! Look at her come! She's shaking and jerking- hoh! Like anything! And- hoh, God! Even Bethany's coming now! Oh, fuck! This is just too much! I can't- fuck! Do it, Willy! Come in her! Come in her hard! Oh, God! Can't- hoooofff! Can't hold out- unnnggghh! Any more! C-coming, Mel! Coming in your mouth! I- haaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!" the nineteen-year-old mother squealed shrilly as her body began shudder and jerk convulsively.
Melissa felt Stephanie's orgasmic pulses in both her clit and in the constrictions of her anal sphincter around her fingers, and continued to suck and lash her lover's rhythmically throbbing clit with her tongue. She felt and tasted warm, pungent fluid filling her mouth and knew that Stephanie had – willingly or not – let her bladder go and was pouring her piss into Melissa faster than she could swallow. She simply allowed the rest to cascade down her cheeks onto the plastic below, where it soaked into her already oil-plastered hair.
As she felt another climax jolt Stephanie's body, Melissa finally eased off, knowing her friend and lover wouldn't want to miss the big reveal of Willy shooting real come due to being passed out.
"Whoo! Oh, God!" Stephanie groaned above her as her final orgasm abated. "I really do love you so much, Mel!" she sighed contentedly as she – somewhat stiffly – hoisted her leg up and over so Melissa could once more sit up and breathe freely. She immediately grabbed Melissa and kissed her soundly. "You really taste like piss, girl!" Stephanie grinned once their lips had parted again. "Wonder how that happened?"
Her attention was suddenly diverted when John's voice declared, "Yep, I think you guys are right! Congratulations, Willy! You're really coming like a big boy now!" Both Melissa and Stephanie looked over to see that John had been kneeling over Kim, who still lay flat on her back, her small chest heaving but a huge, very satisfied smile on her face, and had apparently just been licking the drippings directly off Willy's rapidly deflating prick.
"That's awesome, Willy!" Stephanie cheered, a sentiment echoed by the other parents. Melissa saw that Henry was looking a bit miffed at all the attention being paid to Willy, so she motioned him over and gave him a tight cuddle. The four-year-old immediately turned his head to suckle, so Melissa obligingly held her profusely lactating tit and guided the nipple into the young boy's mouth. As he contentedly began to nurse, Melissa saw her mother give her an approving nod.
"Well, that was an incredible start to our family orgy!" Margaret said cheerily. "You okay there, Kimmie?" she asked solicitously.
"I sure am!" the dark-haired girl grinned weakly as she sat up. "That was even better than the first time! It made it just so, I don't know, sexy because all of you were coming right along with us!"
"Yep, absolutely," the older redhead nodded, pleased at the girl's response. "That's what makes sex with our family so incredible!"
John raised himself up from above Kim and gave Celeste an intense look. "Come here, daughter. I think it's time I dealt with you now!" Celeste gave her father a wary look, not sure if she was in trouble or not. When she reached John, he lay down on his back and pulled his five-year-old daughter on top of him, working his massive, fully erect cock up between her legs so that it stuck up prominently from between her juvenile ass cheeks.
Celeste flashed a happy grin and wriggled her hips to bring her father's giant prick into tighter contact with her vulva, but her grin changed to wide-eyed shock and surprise when John slapped her bare bottom quite hard with his open hand.
"Ow!" Celeste cried, "That hurts!"
"Is that so?" her father asked with a lewd glint in his eyes. Whap! His other hand slapped his daughter's other ass cheek just as hard. "Do you want me to stop?" Before she could answer, he spanked the original buttock once more.
"Yes!" the squirming child blurted.
"Are you sure?" her father asked, slapping his young girl's ass again with even more vigor.
"Yes," Celeste whimpered, tears starting to form in her eyes, but she sounded much less certain than before and her hips were already beginning to traitorously move up and down to grind her childish cunt against her father's enormous and iron-hard dick.
John slapped Celeste's naked, unprotected butt cheeks even harder. "Really?" he asked. "Do you really want me to stop?"
"N-no," the girl whispered weakly. "It- it feels good, Daddy," she confessed, squirming more to rub her pussy incestuously on her father's cock. In response, he began to spank Celeste's butt in a steady rhythm, alternating between her cheeks with either hand. Celeste began to pant and a flush of sexual excitement started spreading across her face to match the virulent, angry scarlet her father's repeated spanking was raising on her tender ass and thighs.
By now, everyone in the entire family was watching with unbridled, lurid fascination. Margaret caught her husband's eye and raised her brows inquiringly. John gave a minute nod and the she moved into a position beside their daughter's rising and falling hips, pausing only long enough to grab one of the oil bottles nearby and squirt a large helping onto the fingers of one hand. Then Margaret slipped her fingers into the writhing girl's ass crack and probed deeply into her clenched anus.
"Gaaaaahhhh!" Celeste shrieked. "Oh! Mommy! You're- oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as her mother began to rhythmically finger-fuck the heavily panting five-year-old's asshole.
Melissa and Stephanie sat beside each other on the plastic covered cushions, as spellbound by the depraved, incestuous scene unfolding before them. Shooting Melissa a sidelong glance, Stephanie picked up the bottle of oil that Margaret had heedlessly set aside and squirted out a handful of the clear, aromatic liquid. She then splashed it all into Melissa's cunt slit, pushing into her already oozing vagina with three fingers at once.
"Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned softly. "Baby, that feels incredible, but take it easy on me for now, okay? I don't want to miss a minute of this!"
"You really think Dad's gonna squeeze Monstro into that tiny little twat?" Stephanie whispered dubiously as her fingers began to slide sloppily in and out of Melissa's well-stretched cunt hole.
"Seriously, Steph," Melissa murmured, her breathing already quickening in response to her lover's lewd manipulations of her pussy, "If Celeste comes as hard as she did earlier when she was being spanked, I doubt she'll even notice its inside her."
"Damn!" Stephanie murmured, sounding impressed. "This'll be something to see, then! Ooooh!" she moaned in turn as Melissa slid a pair of her own fingers into Stephanie's freely flowing cunt slit as well. "Yes, love, keep doing that!" she urged, though her eyes never left the sight of her father slapping Celeste's buttocks as Margaret fingered the young girl's anus.
As the two young mothers continued to watch John and Margaret work their five-year-old daughter over, Celeste gave a sudden sharp cry but immediately began to gasp heavily, and John's steady spanking never slackened.
"What did you do, Mom?" Melissa called out a bit breathlessly. "She seems to like whatever you did!"
Her mother favored Melissa with a quick backward glance and a tight smile. "Pushed the head of John's dick into her cunt," Margaret informed them in a husky tone. "She's working on dealing with it now. Pretty well, too, I'd say," she added with a look back at her writhing, panting daughter. "You're doing really great, Celeste," she encouraged the girl. "Just keep relaxing your cunt, love, and we'll work Daddy in nice and slow. Anything I can do to help?"
"M-my clit!" Celeste gasped, "Rub my clit! Please!" she added, though in her present state of arousal her momentary lack of courtesy could, perhaps, be overlooked. With an evil smile, Margaret wormed her oil-slippery hand under her young daughter's rising and falling hips, eliciting a loud cry of ecstasy from Celeste's tortured lips as her fingers found the five-year-old's small but fully erect clitoris and began to slide slick fingers back and forth over the hard little knob.
Stephanie and Melissa both looked at each other and, by unspoken mutual consent, shifted their bodies in closer to the action for a closer view, though their fingers never left each other's dripping cunts. They weren't the only ones; now everyone in the family was crowding in for a closer look and probably would have started climbing right on top of the incestuous trio if Margaret hadn't backed them off with a judicious glare.
From their new place next to her mother, Melissa could see that she had actually begun to work the head of John's massive cock completely into Celeste's cruelly distended vaginal opening and was now trying to get more of the shaft inside. Stephanie and Melissa shared a quick, lascivious glance of amazement and began to pick up the tempo of their mutual finger-fucking of each other's cunt holes. Melissa shifted slightly and parted her thighs more widely to allow Stephanie better access, and her black-haired lover instantly responded by pushing all four fingers up the voluptuous redhead's slick vagina, making Melissa groan with pleasure.
"Keep going, love," Margaret urged John in a voice thick with arousal, "She's just about to start coming."
"If you can reach her, pinch her nipple," Melissa advised Stephanie. "That's what really took her over the edge last time. Margaret gave a quick nod of approval, so Stephanie leaned forward with her free hand and did her best to squeeze the desperately gasping five-year-old's small nipple.
Stephanie wasn't able to get much traction on Celeste's hard, small breast bud due to the slippery oil and the girl's frantic writhing, but apparently it was enough, for with a piercing, shrill scream that kept rising and rising in pitch, Celeste began to climax furiously, her entire body convulsing with spasmodic jerks as each new pulse of overwhelming, electric joy shot up and down her young, shuddering body.
At the same time, Margaret pushed down savagely on Celeste's squirming buttocks, driving John's thrusting cock almost halfway down the length of the immense shaft into the small child's vagina. John ceased spanking Celeste and just held his cock pushed into his daughter's juvenile cunt as she thrashed and screamed, one orgasm after another crashing into her trembling, jerking form. And then, with an audible groan, Melissa could see John's cock start to rhythmically pulse and knew that he was ejaculating, shooting jet after jet of his incestuous seed deeply into his young daughter's womb.
As Stephanie and Melissa began to jam fingers up each other's cunts at a frantic, crazed pace, to their amazement and delight, thick squirts of semen began to shoot out of Celeste's vagina from around where her father's cock was so tightly lodged and Melissa realized that John had completely filled his daughter's insides with his come and it had nowhere else to go but out. The pressure was so great that some of the jets of viscous, pale jism actually shot several inches out into the air before falling onto the bed and John's thighs. This drew excited cries and gasps from all the watching children, and there was a mad scramble as each tried to push their faces in close enough to catch the flying spunk and lick it up from where it was landing.
At that moment, Stephanie roughly shoved her entire hand up Melissa's yawning cunt hole, triggering a massive climax that shook her curvaceous body from head to toe. Melissa tried to keep her focus long enough to ferociously buzz Stephanie's clit and was gratified to feel it start to pulse and rhythmically throb with an orgasm of her own. The two heavily coming young mothers watched as best they could despite the mutual jolts of white-hot bliss coursing through their bodies as Celeste suddenly went completely rigid for several seconds, followed by her eyes rolling up in her head, after which she went completely limp, her body slumping into an unconscious heap atop her father's still climaxing form.
This was more than Melissa could stand, and she felt another orgasm erupt from deep inside her loins where Stephanie's hand was now recklessly ravaging her destroyed cunt hole, shoving her entire hand in and out as fast as she could. This time Melissa knew there was no staving off the inevitable blackout, and let her bladder pour out all over Stephanie's relentlessly plunging fist before she, too, slid into oblivion.
Melissa blinked several times to clear her sex-befuddled vision and realized that she was being cradled in Stephanie's arms, and looked up at her first lover adoringly. "You got me again, love," she murmured, snuggling her face into Stephanie's breasts, breast which, while nowhere near as pendulous as Melissa's or Margaret's, nevertheless had filled out nicely, particularly after her first pregnancy.
"You got me pretty good, too, baby," Stephanie murmured. "I almost passed out, too. That was pretty intense!"
"Speaking of intense, how's Celeste?" Melissa asked, looking around. "Ah, still out of it," she nodded as she saw that and her mother had her younger daughter's slumbering form in a gentle embrace while John gazed down at both adoringly. He kept pushing fingers into the sleeping five-year-old's gaping cunt to retrieve large dollops of his own jism, which he would then feed to Margaret, who sucked his fingers clean gratefully. "That's a really sweet sight, isn't it?" Melissa murmured to Stephanie.
"Yeah, it is," Stephanie nodded. "I wonder what it would have been like if I'd actually tried to get his cock inside me when I was that age," she mused wistfully.
"Well, if you'd have practiced as long and with such determination as Celeste," Melissa grinned back, "I have no doubt you would have managed it."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Stephanie admitted with a small smile. "Though back then, I would have had Mom to help me, just like Celeste did."
Melissa did a double-take at Stephanie's casual observation and just replied cautiously, "Yeah that would have been really nice, for sure. It sure made it special for me to have my mom holding me when Keith took my virginity."
"Not counting when your father did when you were, what? Bethany's age?" Stephanie observed dryly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, technically," Melissa shrugged, refusing to rise to Stephanie's teasing. "Since I don't remember it, it doesn't count."
Whatever Stephanie was going to reply was interrupted as Sarah moved over in front of Brad and, to the utter astonishment of everyone, asked, "Poppabrad? Would you like to fuck me?"
Melissa held her breath, waiting to see how her husband was going to respond. "Really, sweetheart?" Brad asked gently. "Is that really what you want, or do you just think you have to because Celeste just got fucked by a grown-up cock? And I thought you weren't even really interested in men, honey," he added with a concerned frown.
"I- oh, I don't know!" his daughter mumbled. "It doesn't look so bad anymore," she admitted with a shy smile.
"Is that right?" Brad asked, his eyebrows raised with keen interest. "Well, I'm glad you're willing to try new things as long as they're something you really want to try and not just trying to keep up with Celeste and Kim, okay?"
"Okay," the blond four-year-old nodded, "But I really want to try it with you, Daddy," she persisted.
Brad shot Melissa an appealing look. "Love, that's a really sweet and loving thing to say," Melissa chimed in, addressing her oldest daughter. "But are you sure you want to start by trying it with Poppabrad? His dick is almost as big around as Poppajohn's, sweetheart. If you're sure you want to try fucking, wouldn't you rather try it with one of the boys, or even Poppakeith?" she asked, shooting her brother an apologetic look. Keith shrugged wryly but said nothing.
"Uh-uh," Sarah insisted determinedly. "I want to do it with my daddy!"
"Well, I can certainly understand that," Melissa responded, shooting a meaningful glance at Stephanie, who nodded back in knowing agreement.
"'Sides," Sarah added, "I already had my pussy fisted by Celeste today!"
Melissa shook her head in amused surrender. "Okay, I get it. You want to fuck your daddy. Brad, honey," she called out, "Better lie down. Our daughter needs you." Still looking dubious, Brad lay on his back. Melissa was interested to see that her man's cock was jutting straight up, rock hard. Apparently, despite his obvious worries, he found the idea of taking their supposedly lesbian daughter's virginity as exciting as Melissa did. "And don't worry, love," she added encouragingly, "I'll be right there with her to make sure she takes it nice and slow. Won't we love?" she said with a pointed look at Sarah.
"Uh-huh!" the four-year-old girl nodded happily, looking far more eager for the experience than Melissa thought was warranted. She willingly clambered up onto Brad's body and reached back to position the head of his rigid prick at the entrance to her tender young cunt hole.
"Whoa, girl, not so fast!" Melissa cried, amused despite herself. "Let's make sure you're all slippery and opened up nicely first, okay?"
"Okay, Mommalissa," her daughter shrugged. "But my pussy is really wet already," she insisted proudly.
"Is that right?" Melissa smiled with lascivious interest. "Watching Celeste fucking her daddy really turned you on, huh?"
"It did!" the blond girl admitted bashfully. "It looked so nice, I just knew that's what I want, too!"
"Wow, you really are wet, love," Melissa murmured in quiet amazement as she moved in beside Brad and her daughter and pushed a finger tentatively into the young girl's pussy crevice. She glanced over at Stephanie and her mother, who had apparently decided to entertain each other while they watched this new incestuous scene unfold. Her mother just gave her a shrug and Melissa had to laugh at the unexpected turn of events. She quickly took in the other occupants of the room and saw that John was still holding the sleeping Celeste. Kim and Willy seemed perfectly content with each other and Melissa felt a warm glow well up at the sight of their obvious devotion to one another; she really hoped that relationship would continue to grow. Aaron was sitting a little off to the side with a somewhat perplexed look on his face as if he couldn't understand what all the fuss was about; Melissa realized that from his perspective, almost everyone in the family was older than him so who did or didn't fuck each other really wasn't his concern. Henry was sitting next to Jeremy and Jesse; the twins were – as usual – stroking each other's small boners as they watched the activities. Henry was rubbing his own prick between his fingers. Then she saw her plump, redheaded daughter Bethany eying Keith with a speculative look and grimaced as she strongly suspected what was going on in that little girl's mind. But for now, she needed to return her focus to her oldest girl.
"Okay, sweetie, I know you're nice and wet already, but I'm going to give you and Poppabrad's cock a nice coating of oil so everything will slide into you, okay?" Melissa explained gently.
"Okay, Mommalissa" Sarah answered agreeably. After slathering Brad's straining erection generously with the sweetly scented oil, Melissa pushed first one finger deeply into the four-year-old girl's cunt hole and then, meeting surprisingly little resistance, added a second finger. "That feels nice, Momma," Sarah sighed with pleasure.
"That's good, love," Melissa murmured with an incredulous shake of her head. "I have to say, Sarah, when you decide you're going to for something, you really go for it. And I can definitely tell you've been practicing, too."
"Uh-huh!" her daughter nodded proudly. "I even got the big dildo up inside me, too, only Celeste said she wanted to have it so show Poppajohn she was ready for him," she explained, sounding slightly annoyed.
"God! Really? You actually fit that big black monster up your cunt?" Margaret cried in astonishment from her vantage point a couple of feet away. "No wonder you were so sure you could handle Poppabrad!"
"Uh-huh," Sarah nodded smugly before she gasped and her eyes flew open when Melissa added a third finger into the mix pushing into her juvenile vagina.
"Yes, dear, that's still a little tight, isn't it?" her mother nodded knowingly. "That's okay, just be a bit patient and I'll get you all stretched out and ready for your dad, love." She began to rotate the tripled fingers inside her daughter's orifice, working to distend the sphincter enough to somehow accommodate Brad's massive cock. To her astonishment, she could actually feel Sarah's cunt loosening more by the minute and realized the young girl must be consciously forcing her hole to relax. "That's really good, sweetie," she praised, "You've really learned how to get ready to fuck like a grown-up woman."
"Uh-huh," the girl agreed without a semblance of modesty before asking hesitantly, "Momma? After Daddy fucks me, would you please try to fist me? That's what I was really practicing for," she confessed.
"Oh! My!" Melissa blinked, glancing down at Brad whose face was registering alarm. "Uh, well, we'll just have to see how you do. Let's focus on one thing at a time, alright, sweetheart?"
"Definitely your daughter, Mommalissa!" Stephanie observed dryly from the sidelines.
"And my granddaughter," Margaret agreed, sounding a bit breathless already from the steady plumbing of her cunt by Stephanie's fingers.
"Don't encourage her!" Melissa shot back grimly before returning her attention to widening her daughter's vaginal opening. She really figured she needed to be able to fit four fingers in to ensure she could accommodate Brad's massive organ, but the way the young girl was rapidly relaxing, Melissa figured she'd be ready enough before long.
But as she was preparing to add a fourth finger into Sarah's distended cunt hole, movement in the corner of Melissa's eye caught her attention. Just as she'd anticipated, little, plump Bethany had sidled up to Keith and asked plaintively, "Poppakeef? Fuck me, p'ease!"
"Oh, Bethany!" Melissa cried, momentarily distracted from stretching Sarah's pussy, "Are you really sure you want to try that?"
"Uh-huh!" her daughter nodded, so vigorously that all the fat on her chest and abdomen jiggled in accompaniament. "My daddy can fuck me!" As if to prove her point, the round three-year-old held up the largest one of the practice dildos Henry had given her and, without even blinking, pushed it firmly up into her little cunt hole. Melissa's jaw dropped as she saw that the girl could actually plunge the entire length of it up her vagina.
"My God, Bethany!" Margaret gasped from the other side of the floor, "How on earth can you do that?"
"Pract'cing!" Bethany bobbed her head proudly.
Margaret shook her head in disbelief and then suddenly snorted in amusement. "Okay, men. How much do you want to bet that little Bethany will be the first one of our girls to be able to fit your big ol' cocks all the way up her? Hell, Keith, you might be in for a real treat here," she sniggered.
Her son blushed fiercely but ignored his mother's teasing and instead turned back to his redheaded daughter. "Bethany, if you want your daddy to fuck you, I would be happy to. You want to get on top of me like Celeste and Sarah did with their daddies?"
"Uh-uh," she shook her head decidedly. "You on top. Like Willy and Kim," she clarified.
"Okay, little lover, that's how we'll do it," Keith nodded, glancing back at the others with a bemused look. "Only you have to promise me you'll tell me if it hurts, okay?" he asked his three-year-old daughter seriously, "And I'll stop `til it feels better, all right?"
"Uh-huh," the plump little girl nodded happily, flopping onto her back and pulling her legs back so far her heels were behind her head, exposing her sweet little vulva completely to the ravishment of her father's eyes.
"Oh, you really are ready, aren't you?" Keith murmured appreciatively. "Let me make sure we're both nice and slippery and then we'll try it, okay?"
"'Kay, Daddy," the little girl giggled.
With a visible gulp, Keith slathered oil all over the length of his cock, which was jutting straight out from his body in obvious eagerness to dive into his preschool daughter's pussy. He then pushed first one, then two, then with an astonished look, added a third finger. "Fuck me!" he swore. "She really is ready!" he announced to everyone else with a hint of pride. "Okay, Bethany, get ready. And remember to stop me if it hurts."
"I know, Daddy," she promised, her green eyes wide with excited anticipation.
As everyone else, even Sarah, watched, mesmerized, Keith positioned his body above Bethany's and, supporting his lean, muscular weight on one hand, guided the tip of his straining cock to the opening of his daughter's infantile cunt hole. "Here we go, sweetheart," he cautioned.
"Okay, Daddy. Fuck me!" Bethany urged him eagerly. Her eyes flew open even wider as she felt the girth of an adult man's cock start to push into her slick vagina but didn't say a word as more and more of his iron-hard prick disappeared into the three-year-old's cunt.
"I'll be damned!" Keith swore suddenly, glancing around the room. "You were right, Mom! I'm all the way in! Congratulations, Bethany!" he beamed, his voice a curious mixture of parental pride and raving, incestuous lust. "You're really fucking just like a grown-up woman! How's that feel?" he asked, suddenly soliticious as his conscience pricked him.
"Good!" his young daughter grinned, her eyes round. "Better than my dildo!" she announced loudly, which made all the adults burst out in laughter.
"Well, thank God for that!" John remarked dryly. "Looks like you may get asked back again."
"I hope so," Keith grunted earnestly as he began to cautiously slide his manhood in and out of his daughter's cunt. "You wouldn't belive how good this feels!"
"You like fucking me, Daddy?" Bethany asked hopefully, her body fat jiggling delightfully with each plunge of her father's cock into the back of her vagina.
"I love it, sweetheart!" her father assured her. "Now that I know you like it, we can do it all the time if you want."
"Uh-huh!" she nodded happily, her breathing starting to deepen. "I want to fuck you forever!" she asserted with feeling, making all the adults beam with tender looks.
Wrenching herself away from the terribly arousing sight of her brother ravaging their young daughter, arousal that was deepened as she recalled Stephanie's remark about Bethany being the same age as she was when her own father had sex with her for the first time, Melissa returned her attention to working her oldest daughter's cunt up to the task of fitting in Brad's gigantic dick. To her amazement, when she attempted to put a fourth finger inside Sarah's distended cunt, it went in ridiculously easy. "You like watching little girls getting fucked by their daddies, don't you love?" she asked Sarah in sudden understanding.
Sarah didn't reply but nodded bashfully. "That's good to know, love," Melissa assured her. "We all love learning about what turns the other members of the family on. And speaking of which," she continued with a lustful glint in her eye, "I do believe you're ready to get fucked by your own daddy. Would you like that, Sarah?"
"Yes, please," her daughter answered firmly, though she did visibly gulp.
"Okay, then," Melissa advised, "Get up and stand over Poppabrad facing him. That way you can look into each other's eyes when you fuck, and that's a very, very nice thing to do, especially your first time." She waited as Sarah did as instructed before directing, "Okay, now start to squat down and I'll help get Poppabrad's dick all lined up with your cunt. Then, when you're ready, you can start to lower yourself down onto him, but you can stop whenever you want, all right?"
"All right, Mommalissa," Sarah nodded in understanding. A look of deep concentration swept over the four-year-old's face as she bent her knees and her crotch dropped inexorably downward. As her father's huge cock entered her and the pressure from its girth increased relentlessly, Sarah's eyes grew wide and she began to pant heavily, but she didn't stop, forcing more and more of Brad's massive organ past her cruelly distended vaginal sphincter.
"You can stop and get used to things any time, love," Melissa advised her daughter, a worried frown crossing her brow. "There's no rush."
"It's okay, Momma," Sarah assured her, though her voice sounded decidedly strained. "It's just a little bigger than Celeste's fist," she added with an `I told you so' look.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Melissa laughed, shaking her head incredulously. "Now that you made your mind up to fuck your daddy, nothing's going to stop you." She glanced back over her shoulder and traded wondering looks with her mother and Stephanie, whose expressions mirrored the mix of concern and lust-filled fascination that Melissa herself was feeling. Even Celeste had awakened in her fathers arms and was watching her cousins being impaled by their respective fathers with keen interest, though perhaps a bit smugly since she, after all, was first.
Sarah, meanwhile, continued to lower her body onto Brad's immense erection without any real distress apparent on her face. Melissa began to wonder if her oldest daughter had managed to stretch the length of her vagina to the extent Bethany had, but that question was answered by Sarah suddenly wailing, "I can't get it in any more!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Melissa soothed hastily. "I guarantee you, it feels just wonderful to your daddy. Doesn't it, Poppabrad?" she prompted with a meaningful look at her husband.
"Unbelievable!" Brad grunted, his voice thick with incestuous arousal. "I've never had my cock gripped so tight in my life! It feels incredible!"
"You hear that, Sarah?" Melissa beamed cheerfully at the still-straining four-year-old, "You're making your daddy feel really, really good! Are you ready to start fucking him for real and make him come inside you?"
"Yes!" Sarah blurted with undisguised, wanton eagerness, her previous distress instantly forgotten.
"Okay, then. Lean forward onto his body so you can rub your clit up and down on him while you fuck," she advised the young girl. "That way you'll both enjoy it more."
With a frown of concentration as she attempted to shift her position without dislodging her father's intruding prick that she'd worked so hard to cram into herself, Sarah did as her mother recommended. Then, as she began to cautiously work her body up and down, allowing Brad's prick to move in and out of her, the four-year-old's eyes lit up. "I can feel you, Daddy!" she cried in delight. "We're really fucking!"
"We sure are, little lover," Brad replied huskily as his daughter ground her pussy up and down as much of his cock shaft as she could handle. "I love it! And I love you, too!" he added emphatically.
"I love you, too, Poppabrad," Sarah smiled, her eyes already somewhat glassy.
"How's that feel, love?" Melissa asked. "Do you like it?"
"Uh-huh," her daughter nodded, her eyes now locked onto Brad's face. "It feels good. Now I know why you all like to do it so much."
"Oh ho!" Melissa chuckled. "Does this mean you might even want to try it again some time?"
"Uh-huh," Sarah grunted from the exertion of forcing her juvenile cunt down over the massive girth of her father's cock repeatedly. "I think so."
"Hey, girl!" Stephanie called out from behind Melissa, "I'd say Poppabrad has everything under control there. Why don't you get your big, sexy ass over here and keep your mom and me company while we watch the show?"
Melissa turned and grinned at Stephanie, noting that both her slender lover and her mother each had a hand deeply buried in the other's twat. "I suppose I could be persuaded," she replied archly. "What did you have in mind?"
"Ohhh," her mother drawled with an evil gleam in her eye, "Seems like each of us still have a free hand. If you were to, say, get on your hands and knees in front of us, we could all watch the show and still find someplace interesting to put those hands, hmmmm?"
"Damn!" Melissa grinned, feeling her cunt and lactating nipples simultaneously start to drip copiously with arousal. "I'm not going to say no to that!" Without another word, the voluptuous nineteen-year-old redhead scrambled back with utterly undignified haste and planted her ass and pussy directly in front of the two other women.
"I'd say she's ready, wouldn't you?" Stephanie murmured hoarsely to Margaret with an amused grin. "Think we even need to lube her up?"
"I admit, it doesn't really look like she needs it, does it?" Melissa's mother chuckled huskily. "For sure, not her pussy. But maybe we'd better get her all nice and slippery anyway," she added with a lustful gleam in her eye. "If what I expect is about to happen once our precocious little girls finish getting ravaged by their fathers happens, I think it's going to get pretty wild, don't you?"
"You guys probably better get yourselves all oily, too," Melissa shot back over her shoulder. "If you think me or anyone else is going to have any mercy on your holes, either, guess again!"
"Yeah, probably right about that," Stephanie acknowledged. "Okay, stand by to get slippery!" she warned, upending the large bottle of scented oil over Melissa's upraised buttocks and quickly spreading it all around her pulchritudinous flesh, making sure to push generous helpings of it deeply into her rectum and cunt hole.
"Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned, "You fucking near made me come just putting your fingers inside me, love!"
"A little hot and horny, are we?" Stephanie grinned as she gestured for Margaret to turn and get on her knees to accept her coating of oil as well.
"Shit, Steph! Aren't you?!!" Melissa blurted. She gestured at the incestuous tableaux before them where Keith was still assiduously plowing deeply into plump little Bethany's precociously accommodating cunt, a look of wondrous bliss on his face. For her part, Bethany was doing her best to wrap her fat little legs around her father's butt to pull him into her even more deeply, and the look on her face was one of intense concentration coupled with rapidly mounting excitement. Meanwhile, Sarah and Brad had established a steady rhythm, Sarah pushing her hips downward with fierce determination in order to meet each irresistible plunge of her father's gargantuan dick. She was moaning and panting loudly now and it seemed apparent that father and daughter were well on their way to well-deserved climaxes.
"I mean, come on, Steph!" Melissa persisted. "Tell me this isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen!"
"It's one of them," Stephanie allowed with a mysterious smile. "Here love," she interrupted herself to address Margaret as she got onto her hands and knees as well, "Lube me up!" she commanded. As the older readhead splashed glistening, aromatic oil generously all over Stephanie's vulva, ass, and well up her back, abdomen, and down her slender thighs, Stephanie continued, "I don't know if it's any hotter than seeing you naked for the first time in that girls bathroom when we traded underwear," she smiled meaningfully, "But it's definitely in the same league. Now quit stalling and get back here so you can get what's coming to you!" she insisted firmly.
"Oh, you are such a sweetheart, Stephanie," Melissa murmured as she backed her ass up to Stephanie and Margaret once more.
"We'll see if you still think so in a couple of minutes," Stephanie grinned. "Ohhh!" she suddenly gasped as Margaret plunged three oil-slickened fingers up the dark-haired woman's cunt hole. "God! That feels so fucking good! And you both are gonna' so fucking get it now!" she promised in a voice already thick with arousal.
Melissa trusted that Stephanie and her mother would soon be pleasuring each other to the edge of sanity soon and returned her gaze to the sight of her two oldest daughters losing their virginity to their fathers together, accepting the intrusion of Stephanie's and her mother's bunched fingers into her vagina and anus as inevitable. She knew that she was already out of her mind with crazed desire and it wouldn't be long before the two women would have her climaxing repeatedly. She only hoped she could retain consciousness long enough to actually witness Brad and Keith emptying their balls into their daughter's newly deflowered cunts.
"Uuuunnngggghhh!" Melissa grunted as she felt her mother's entire hand push into her already loose asshole. "Ohhh, God! Mom! You're so deep!" she moaned as she felt her mother's hand keep pushing up and up into her bowels. She experimentally flexed the muscles of her anus and was delighted to discover how much that intensified the erotic sensation.
"All the way to my elbow, baby!" her mother panted. Melissa couldn't see what Stephanie was doing to her parent but she could imagine. "Just- ohhh! Oh, God, Steph! Just tell me if I- oh, fuck! Go too deep!"
"I- hunnggghh!" Melissa groaned before she could finish her response because at that moment, Stephanie had pushed her full hand up her curvaceous young lover's cunt hole. "Hoh! Oh, God, Steph! Wh- what are you doing to me?" she gasped, wondering at the odd, unfamiliar sensation. "Are you playing with my cervix again?"
"Uh-huh!" Stephanie puffed in apparent reaction to whatever Margaret was doing to her in turn. "I know sometimes you like it. And it's really soft and loose tonight," she murmured in between heavy gasps. "I guess `cause you're so fucking hot and horny!" she suggested.
"You know I am!" Melissa confessed without a trace of shame. "I- hoh! Oh, fuck, Mom! Sorry, not quite that deep!" she grunted with discomfort.
"Sorry, baby," Margaret murmured, though she didn't sound very apologetic. "Got it – no deeper than this," and she wriggled the fingers buried deeply up her daughter's rectum.
"Oooh!" Melissa groaned with pleasure, "Yeah, that's- hoh! That's good! Like I was- ohhh! Trying to say, Steph!" she panted heavily, "Go ahead and try to- ohhhh! Oh, fuck! That's intense!" she cried as she felt a sharp pang deep within her, one that was not quite pain and not quite pleasure. "D-did you do what I- hoh! Think you did?" she gasped.
"You mean, put a finger up your cervix, love?" Stephanie gasped. "Would I do that?"
"You sure would," Melissa grunted knowingly. "Try it again, but slowly this time. That's- oooh! Fuck! That is the weirdest feeling!"
"But do you like it?" Stephanie pressed.
"I – damn me, but yeah, I do!" Melissa moaned as she felt her lover's intruding finger push even more deeply into her body. "Just- hoh! Just start fucking me- hunnggghhh! With your hand!" she puffed, "And put it all- uuunnnggghh! All the way into me when- hoooffff! When I start to come!"
"Speaking of coming!" Margaret interrupted excitedly, "I think Keith and Bethany are about there!"
Every eye in the large family, even that of Brad and Sarah, turned to watch as Bethany's small, plump body began to shudder uncontrollably, Keith continuing to thrust into his three-year-old daughter at a crazed pace. The little rolls of flesh on Bethany's sides jiggled rapidly as her climax consumed her, her eyes rolled up in her head while jolts of electric ecstasy coursed up and down her body. She clung desperately to Keith's neck as he kept pounding her, his own face flushed and dripping perspiration. Suddenly Keith's entire body went rigid and his cock buried itself to the hilt in Bethany's widely stretched vagina where it began to jerk rhythmically, shooting spurt after spurt of his incestuous seed deep into the toddler's pussy.
"Ohhh, God! That did it!" Melissa whimpered as her own climax welled up inexorably from her loins as Stephanie and her mother both relentlessly shoved their hands and forearms rapidly in and out of her nether orifices. Then she screamed shrilly as she felt what she supposed was at least a pair of Stephanie's fingers pushing all the way into her womb, but instead of feeling pain, it was like a bomb had gone off in her head. The intensity of the new climax the intrusion triggered was more than anything Melissa had ever felt. She tried to keep her eyes locked onto Sarah and Brad as their perverted rutting grew more and more frantic. As Melissa's vision began to narrow and her bladder poured out its entire contents over Stephanie's arm, she was gratified to see Sarah's young body stiffen and begin to shake and convulse at the same time Brad began to grunt loudly, pumping jet after thick, creamy jet of his semen into his daughter's cunt.
And then Melissa slipped into unconsciousness.
When she awakened once more, Melissa raised her head and saw that she had been left alone to sleep off the effects of her gut-wrenching orgasm. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and soft cries of passion, interspersed with the occasional childish giggle. She saw that everyone else in the family was gathered together in a writhing, heaving mass of nude, oily flesh on the cushions. Pausing only long enough to seize one of the oil bottles and dumping it all over herself, Melissa threw herself into the orgiastic pile, worming her way in amongst them until she found a small but hard prick she guessed was her son Willy's and locked her lips around it. Soon, she felt hands exploring her body as well and before long, one very large hand and one very large cock had buried themselves in her ass and cunt, respectively. She wasn't at all sure who was so impudently ravaging her until she heard Brad murmer rather breathlessly in her ear, "Welcome back, my love. You okay?"
"Definitely," Melissa grunted back as Brad began to enthusiastically slam his cock into her cunt hole, raising her face up momentarily from her son's erect cock. "I miss anything?"
"JJ got their asses finally reamed by John and Keith," Brad informed her, "So they're very happy campers now."
"Oh, good," Melissa moaned. "God! I can't believe how easy you slide in and out of me!"
"Yeah, you're nice and wide open, sexy woman," Brad agreed. "Ohhhh! Who's that?" Brad gasped suddenly.
"Me, Poppabrad!" Melissa heard Sarah giggle from beyond Brad's thrusting hips.
"In case you're wondering," Brad informed her, "Number One Daughter is now reaming my ass with her hand."
"Mm-hmmmm," Melissa nodded agreeably as she began to work a pair of fingers up Willy's anus, smiling at the way he instantly relaxed to allow her entry.
For the next couple of hours, Melissa lost track of who had entered her and who she'd licked and sucked. She would periodically climax to unconsciousness and then resume her depraved frolicking the minute she recovered. But gradually, as her skin grew sticky with a mixture of oil and urine and her jaws and fingers grew weary, it was a relief to Melissa when she heard Tina awaken and start crying hungrily. She extracted herself with some effort from the incestuous, heaving pile and, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the worst of the oil from her feet and nipples, padded over to Tina's bed. After removing her soiled diaper and cleaning her up, Melissa carried Tina's nude body over to a nearby sofa and sat down. Tina's small mouth instantly found a rapidly oozing nipple and began to suckle greedily.
Shortly after Tina had begun to feed, Melissa smiled as she saw Stephanie drag herself out from the squirming mass and walk over to her. Her smile turned to a concerned frown when she saw tears in Stephanie's eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Stephanie gave a bleary smile. "I've never been better in my life." She sighed deeply as she sat down next to Melissa, one hand automatically slithering down between Melissa's legs; Melissa just as automatically parted her fleshy thighs to accommodate her. They understood each other.
"Ah," Melissa nodded knowingly. "Happy tears, then."
"Definitely happy tears," Stephanie agreed, gazing out at their avidly rutting family. "Did you ever imagine we'd see this? Two of our kids falling in love with each other and then making real, beautiful love to each other? And to see our girls get to have their virginity taken by their fathers? It's just so- so-"
"So beautiful," Melissa supplied.
"Yeah," Stephanie sighed happily once more. She glanced over at Melissa's free and copiously dripping breast. "You've got a lot of milk going to waste there, love. Do you mind?"
"What's mine is always yours, my first and best love," Melissa murmured, feeling a lump of emotion well up in her throat. She watched their happily fucking family for several moments as she caressed Stephanie's head as her lover nursed alongside Tina.
After a moment, Melissa announced quietly, "I think I'm going to take a break from pregnancy after this one is born."
Stephanie raised her head, her eyebrows lifted in interest. "Oh? Finally had enough?"
"No, just a break, that's all," Melissa answered with a speculative gleam in her eye. "But you know, it's only going to be another seven or eight years before Willy will be potent."
"Ah, of course," Stephanie murmured knowingly, resuming her loving nursing while continuing to plumb Melissa's loose and slippery cunt. Melissa moaned softly and allowed her lover to bring her to a gentle climax as she watched her family lovingly pleasuring each other.
* * *
As it happened, it only took five years. A couple of months after Celeste and Kim turned ten, they both came down with a mysterious malady, one that left them inexplicably nauseous. It wasn't until Stephanie observed that they seemed to be suffering the same way she did when pregnant that it occurred to the adults to procure some home pregnancy tests. Sure enough, both ten-year-old girls tested positive, which led to much handwringing by the adults who all realized that they knew that girls could get pregnant before their first period, though the absence of any other signs of pubescence beyond slight mounding of both girls' breasts had not raised any suspicions.
There followed even more speculation as to who the father's might be, since both girls had been as actively fucking every male in the family as ever. However, Kim insisted that she and Willy had been together more than anyone else. On impulse, Melissa had Willy provide a sperm sample which they had discreetly tested. When the results confirmed that Willy was indeed now producing potent semen, Melissa wasted no time in ensuring her son impregnated her as well.
So the next generation of Melissa's loving family was well and truly launched. But that's another story.