The woman not only seemed pleased that she had walked in and caught both of the girls having sex with her sons; she seemed downright elated. Her appreciation of her son's worth as lovers and the way she expressed it both shocked and piqued the girl's curiosity. For, if the truth were known, both the twins had longed for such a family situation where everybody loved everybody else.
"They have such beautiful bodies, don't they?" Annette said.
The girls agreed.
"You did enjoy fucking them… didn't you?"
"What the hell," Cindy said, shrugging to her sister. "Yes… we did a lot… and I could take a second course this afternoon."
"I'm afraid that can't be," Annette replied. "However, I have planned some stimulating entertainment for you this evening after dinner. Your father will be so happy when he gets here."
"Why is that?" Cindy asked.
"Because I will be able to tell him that our suspicions were true… you have much of his blood in your veins and hardly any of your mother's."
"What does that mean?" Candy asked.
"It means that you are like us. It means that we will have a happy, contented family. It means that we all will live long and live for sex and happiness together."
"Speaking of family sex…" Cindy added. "The boys intimated that…"
Annette smiled and interrupted her. "That they have sex with me?"
"Yes," Candy said.
"Oh yes… it's quite true," Annette said, rising. "And speaking of that, I must join them in my bedroom right now and reward them for their control this afternoon."
"And you're going to reward them by… by fucking them?"
"Of course," the woman said, smiling and walking out of the room.
"Wow," Candy said, when she was gone.
"What do you think?" Cindy said.
"I think, 'what the hell', we've always wanted a swinging family. Well, it looks like we've got one… we might as well enjoy it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The girls had begun to realize that they were in a house of sex but they actually hadn't even scratched the surface of the real facts. At the exact moment they were retreating to their own rooms on the upper floor for an afternoon's nap, the rest of the house was seethingly alive with sexual activity.
Gore Plato's huge wife, Klinda, was below in the servant's quarters nude, and carefully soaping down a beautiful, black Great Dane.
Drago was the household pet and he served many purposes.
"Drago… you a beautiful animal," Klinda cooed as she rubbed her naked breasts over the dog's sleek, soapy fur. "You will not be used with me tonight. Tonight they bring a virgin up from the village for the evening's entertainment."
A low growl came from the dog's throat, as if he were understanding every word the huge woman said.
"So you and I will have our own entertainment, together, this afternoon."
With a bar of soap in each hand Klinda moved around and around the big dog's body until he was completely, except for the massive head, covered with filmy soap. Then her hands moved under his belly until they found the sheath of his animal cock.
He stirred and shivered as her hands dropped the bar of soap and moved up and down the slick fur of his quivering underbelly.
"We will suck and fuck this afternoon, my darling beast," she whispered. "You will soon put your craving cock in Klinda's big hole."
The big beast shuddered again and the growl in his throat became continuous.
Her hands moved faster now along his belly, her fingertips exciting his animal flesh until she slipped her fingers between his hind legs and gripped the sheath that held his cock.
Gently, slowly the big woman began to knead and caress the animal prick. Soon his growling became a whimper as his meat began to harden and slip forward from its furry container.
"There it is," she cooed, "I can see your beautiful prick getting hard and long and ready for Klinda's pussy… smell my pussy, Drago. It, too, is ready for your cock to fuck it."
One of the woman's hands remained on the sheath while the other closed deftly around the swollen pink length of the dog's cock. Back and forth she went, working the beast into a total state of excitation.
Drago seemed to slap his cock into her hand as his hindquarters started backward and forward in quick, jerking motions – the motions of sex.
Klinda could now look beneath his belly and see the full length of his pink animal cock surging straight out from his sheath.
Her hand was flying back and forth on his meat now. The dog was whimpering and suddenly reared back as if to get away from the teasing fingers that wouldn't bring him to total relief.
She gripped harder and spoke softly to calm him. But again he tried to pull away, this time harder, rearing off the floor with his forelegs.
"Ahhhhh, my darling beast," she cried, "then you are ready… you are ready to fuck."
In a single, quick movement, she managed to slither her naked body beneath the dog. She held his haunches with her hands and spread her thighs wide. Then she swung her soapy cunt up toward the bobbing, dripping head of his lunging prick.
"Fuck me, Drago… fuck me, my darling beast!" she cried, and locked her legs at the ankles firmly around the dog's back.
Deftly she wiggled until she found the searing head of his animal prick with her moist, warm vulva. Her cunt lips twitched as she ground them against his insistent cockmeat.
"I want you, Drago," she moaned, hunching upward with her big buttocks. "I want you to fuck me… keep prodding, my beast-lover… you'll find it."
The dog was whining with frustration now as he pumped his hindquarters trying to find the center of that musky odor that had risen from between her thighs to inflame his brain through his quivering nostrils.
At last, with one mighty lunge upward, Klinda managed to ram the head of his cock between her puffy lower lips.
"Oh… oh, good dog, good dog," she cried. "Fuck me now… slide it on into my pussy!"
She squeezed her thighs over his sides and pulled the animal into her with locked ankles. Inch by inch his raging cock slid into her gaping cuntal cavity. He hunched harder and harder until his hindquarters became merely a blur. It was all she could do to keep her ass off the floor and her ankles locked around his back so that his cock wouldn't slip out of her big crack.
But this wasn't the first time Klinda had fucked the animal, and she knew just how to keep him on the very edge of coming until she, herself, was ready to bring him forth.
She wanted to toy a little with him, play, but there was no stopping the inflamed animal once he had felt the tip of his meat slide into the warmth of her channel. With a howl of lust from his throat he smashed the full length of his shaft into her belly. He thrust his hindquarters forward and his long, pink cock surged mercilessly up into the nest of sex that writhed beneath him.
The whole of his meat disappeared up into her soaking hole with a loud, slurping sound. There was no stopping or steadying him now. With another loud howl his balls smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy ass.
"Oh my lover," she cried, "come in me… pour your beast spunk into my cunt!"
She found his balls with her fingers. They were hairy and small compared to a man's. But she loved them, they turned her on with a certain perverseness that no human balls could. They felt as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading fingers. She tugged on them, pressing them also into her cunt to join his cock.
Klinda then lost herself to the bestial fucking. Her head rolled from side to side as she rammed back harder and harder against the dog's pistoning prick. She could feel his cum-bloated balls hot and steaming now as she shoved them into her cunthole.
His forepaws lifted from the ground and came down, with his full weight, on her chest. The sound of his growls echoed hollowly throughout the room as his claws started ripping at her mammoth tits. The feel of his tearing claws on her breasts was almost unbearable, not in its pain, but in its pure lust. Her asscheeks were a blur of motion as she twisted and slammed them upward to fill her cunt with his cock and balls. Blood was running down across the thick globes of her breast. She paid no attention as she continued to fuck the beast all the faster and harder.