Gail, straddling the sucking face of George, watched the debauchery of her mother, her, small buttocks squirming back and forth. "I want to get fucked!" she screamed suddenly, jerking her crotch from the licking tongue. "I want a prick up my cunt… fuck me!"
George allowed the little girl to lay down, then he spread her thighs and crawled between them. He looked at the tiny, pink lips of her hairless vagina and wasn't at all sure she could take his monstrous size. But Gail reached for him with greedy hands, pulling his organ down toward her uplifted genitals. To his surprise, he watched the swollen head of his organ slip with ease into her tiny opening. Gail screamed with pain as he lowered himself down, but she clutched at his buttocks tightly, "Shove… hard! It'll go in… push your ass! I can take it… all of it… I can fuck… push down…"
The exquisite tightness of the ten-year-old vagina around his throbbing penis was sending messages of lust to his inflamed brain. Unmindful of hurting the little girl, he pressed down and his penis penetrated her completely.
"Iiiiieeeee…" Gail screamed, tossing her body about like a fish out of water. "It hurts… God… Oooohhh, it hurts! No… no… don't move! Don't take it out!" she yelled as George pulled from her slightly: "I can take it… all of your cock…"
And to his amazement, the little girl began to work her buttocks up and down. He held himself on hands and knees, and Gail wrapped her legs about his body, pumping with frenzy, her back arching as she strained to slip her vaginal lips back and forth over the hard cudgel. From the position they were in, George could watch the activity of his son, who was pumping his buttocks up and down against the rotating cheeks of his mother's buttocks, and the way he was mouthing Sue's writhing vagina. His senses reeled as he watched Sue suck furiously at his wife's breasts, and he realized the woman was demented with passion, knowing there would be no problem – ever – of getting her further involved.
Screaming lewd words, Peggy convulsed into spasms of orgasm, holding, the woman's head tightly to her breasts as she worked her hips in a blur of speed on her son's spewing penis. The groans of fulfillment gurgled from Sue as she released the flow of secretions from her vagina into the sucking mouth of the young boy. George, bringing the little ten-year-old girl to climax after climax, began to spurt out his own semen into her tight, hairless opening.
Throughout the night, the five continued their lustful connections, sperm flowing over naked bodies with total abandonment, vaginal secretions coating the man and boy from head to toe. Everything and anything was attempted. Incestual lesbian cunnilingus was performed by Sue and her daughter; homosexual fellatio by George and Larry; incestual copulation by Peggy and her son; anal intercourse perpetrated on Peggy, Sue and the little girl.
It is not known whether Sue's husband ever became aware of his wife and daughter's involvement. What is known though, is the two families are still continuing sexual relations on a regular basis. Only time can tell if any harm has been done to the youngsters… but once it seems to be Larry, at thirteen years old, who began the whole thing, one wonders who the damage an be done against.
THE MITCHELL FAMILY
Gloria Mitchell isn't a swapper – at least she doesn't indulge in sexual intercourse personally.
Gloria is an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, divorced with two young children. The girl, thirteen, is a lovely blonde girl with flirting manners and a flashing, mischievous smile. Sharon, even at that tender age, is quite aware of her seductiveness and will go out of her way to tempt a male, young and old. Her huge blue eyes look out at the world in a confusion of innocence and worldly womanliness.
Her brother, Stan, is two years older. His main interest is in baseball, and at the present time is captain of his team in the local school he attends. The Mitchell family is typical of the next door neighbors in the way they live and play. A small inheritance enables them to live comfortably with financial problems. From the outside, mother and children do not give the impression of being erotically motivated, but each have a sensual nature buried deeply their individual personalities which keeps them in a constant state of sexual arousal. As mentioned, Gloria Mitchell does not indulge in sexual activities personally – she is a voyeur!
Sharon and Stan, becoming aware of the sensual blood that boiled in their young veins, seemed to come together naturally. Unknown to Gloria, her two lovely children had been playing "house" for many years before she discovered them.
"I can, too!" shouted Sharon.
"You can not!" replied her brother.
Gloria, finishing up the dinner dishes, heard the two youngsters arguing in the large yard at the rear of the house. Glancing out the window, she saw her children standing near the garage, almost nose to nose. She smiled fondly, knowing they were always arguing about something.
It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was getting ready to retire its great red ball of heat for the night. Still, there was light enough for her to see her daughter – dressed in skin tight jeans and an old shirt – take a roundhouse swing of her small fist at Stan.
"You missed!" Stan taunted his sister, stepping back from her as she glared at him with angry eyes. She stood with her fists on hips, legs spread defiantly. Gloria, watching them, realized the thirteen year old girl was becoming quite the young lady – and pretty, too. She had long, ever so long legs, and her hips were beginning to swell outward in womanly curves. She had not noticed it before, but now she saw the pert points of the young girl's breasts straining against the thin fabric of the old shirt.
"I can still do it!" Sharon screamed at him. "I can I can… lean!"
"Okay," Stan said, sneering at her. "But you have to show me."
"All right, smarty! I will!"
Gloria, wondering what the argument was about this time, saw her two children enter the garage through the side door. Curious, she dried her hands and stepped out into the cooling evening. She saw a light come on in the garage and her curiosity became stronger. Walking to the side of the separated building, Gloria stopped at the window. Peering into the cluttered garage, she saw Stan and Sharon standing in the center of the cement floor. A chalk line had been drawn on the floor in front of them, and Gloria found herself facing the children. If the argument they were having had not been so intense, or if either one of them looked up, they would have seen their mother staring at them with questioning eyes.
"Okay, Sis," Stan said. "There's the line. Now remember, you don't get the dollar if I can piss farther than you."
"I'll get it, Stan," Sharon said. "Don't you worry about that."
"And no fair laying down," Stan grinned. "You have to do it standing up… like me."
"Okay," Sharon agreed. "You go first."
Gloria's ears burned with what she had heard. She had not realized her children used words like that. She watched her son pull the zipper of his pants down and pull out a long and limp penis. Her breath caught in her throat, and her first instinct was to rush into the garage and severely punish the two. But, to her surprise, she could not move. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and staring at the penis of her son as he held it in his fingers. A rippling sensation bubbled inside her body, seeming to settle in her lower stomach, near her pelvis. Gloria had felt this almost identical feeling only during intercourse, and now she was ashamed of it. Not because it was there, but because of the cause – seeing her son's penis!