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Donna Judge woke up at ten o'clock, struggling to remember a particularly disturbing dream. As she rubbed sleep from her bleary blue eyes, the girl could remember dreaming of her brother and of another man, older and stronger and more virile. But she could remember no more about the dream, other than that she had experienced a great deal of sexual stimulation.
Donna dressed herself quickly, knowing that her parents would be home, along with her older brother and his fiance. She couldn't help feeling apprehensive about keeping secrets from her family, but Gerald had been right about that. It seemed highly unlikely that they would be sympathetic toward her plight.
Five minutes later, Donna had dressed and washed, finding that there was still a strange taste of semen in her mouth, a taste that brushing her teeth could not extirpate. She stepped timidly out of her bedroom and listened to the sounds of morning, wondering if her parents had gone to bed after arriving home.
Donna passed by Gerald's bedroom and noticed that the door was open. Looking inside, she could see 'that the bed was unmade and the room unoccupied. Gerald had evidently got up already and taken care of the morning chores. That meant that she would be alone until the others finally awakened.
Donna then tiptoed down the long corridor of the farmhouse's second floor until she had reached Frank's old room, unoccupied since the boy had left for college. The door was closed, however, and Donna could hear nothing inside but the sound of heavy breathing. It was impossible to tell if Frank was alone or if he was sharing his old bed with Gloria, his fiance.
That left only her parents to investigate. Their bedroom was somewhat isolated, built into an L-shaped wing of the upper story of the house. Donna kicked off her shoes, not wanting to disturb her folks if they were awake or to rouse them from well-earned slumber. To her surprise, the door of their bedroom was wide open, probably due to the intense morning heat.
Her first impulse was to leave before approaching the room directly. But something inside Donna told the girl to stay, to listen and see if there was anything she could learn. It was as if her parents had been away for ages, as if she had changed completely in their absence. She would be meeting them on new terms, as a full-fledged experienced woman.
Donna knew that it was wrong to spy on her parents. Theirs was a close family where privacy had never really been discussed. The small house necessitated a certain amount of informality but never had Donna taken advantage of that freedom. Stepping closer to the doorway, she could hear her parents talking, their voices hardly recognizable for some strange reason.
Instinctively, Donna knew that her parents were making love. She had never witnessed their amours in the past but this time she was going to look in on them. Gerald had taught her a lot about sex but there was no reason to assume that he knew everything. It could be most instructive to see her parents in action.
Curiosity had always been Donna's modus vivendi. Scared of the rest of the world, she had kept her observations in the family. It stood to reason that she would be the same way about sex. It was wrong to spy on her parents, she told herself again, but it was different now that she was more like they were. In any case, she would be careful not to betray her presence.
Soon Donna was standing in the framework of their bedroom door, knowing that the shadows of the morning would hide her presence completely. It was easy to peek into the room and look directly at the bed. Her parents, as it happened, were far too busy to think about the possible presence of an onlooker.
Donna gasped with amazement as she got used to the semi- darkness of the shuttered bedroom. Her parents were making love all right, but in a completely new and different way. It was nothing like what she and Gerald had done together.
Donald Judge was lying directly on top of his wife, his heavy muscular torso seeming to crush Catherine into the mattress beneath her body. It was obvious even to Donna that the two adults were fucking just like in the pornographic book she had seen once in the schoolyard. Their bodies seemed hot and sweaty and they were making love with a violence that was shocking and horrifying.
"More, do it harder," Catherine Judge sighed to her husband. "I'm almost ready to cum. Just shove it in a few more times and I'll be there. Yes, it's happened, I'm cumming."
This at least was something that Donna could understand. It looked as if her father was torturing her mother, beating the woman half to death with his furious, powerful penile strokes. But the woman was cumming, just as Donna had done a few hours earlier. Already she could sense a deep bond between herself and her mother.
That realization quelled Donna's fears for the moment. She watched with greater objectivity, actually able to see her father's prick entering and sliding out of the warm cavity formed by her mother's outspread thighs. Their bodies heaved together with synchronous lust, something that could not fail to stimulate her.
And then her mother started to cum, tightening her grip around her husband's midsection. It was like watching and listening to herself, Donna decided, the strangest thing she had ever experienced. Looking at her father's cock she could see that the man was every bit as well endowed as his handsome son.
Donald Judge slammed his rod in for the last time, using his free hand to caress his wife's heaving tits. He was smiling broadly as he brought the woman to orgasm, little knowing that their performance was being watched with such great avidity by his only daughter. He rested his weight against his wife's pelvis and then watched Catherine closely as she celebrated her climax.
Donna, too, was content to watch her mother once again, ignoring the transfixing sight of her father's huge, angry looking penis. What she was doing was wrong, but Donna could not have stopped if her life had depended on it. She was forging a new link with her family, as gratifying as it was puzzling and mysterious.
Indeed, Catherine Judge's orgasm was a sight to behold. At the age of forty-five she had lost none of her passion. Her body was still firm and voluptuous and she had found that sex was better than ever over the past few years. Her husband was as reliable as ever, having brought her to a state of orgasm as effortlessly as ever before.
She cried her passion aloud, knowing that its sound would not carry to any of her children's bedrooms. Her hips bucked violently as cum started to pour out of her pussy, drenching her husband's cock and dripping down her own soft thighs. Two spasms of intense passion seemed to drain the woman's lust completely.
"That was nice," Donald said, keeping his prick buried in his wife's still contracting pussy. "You really seemed to get off. I thought you'd be tired after being up all night."
"Never too tired to fuck you," Catherine smiled. "But you seem to be taking a little longer than usual. Do you want to try another position or stop and rest for a few minutes?"
"No, not exactly," Donald answered, his voice somewhat choked. "How about trying something really different. I haven't stuffed you up the ass for years, you gorgeous creature."
Donna could not believe that her parents were capable of speaking to each other in that manner. She had always assumed that they had some sort of sex life, but her father sounded every bit as sexy and dirty as her brother had. She could not understand everything that her parents were saying but the gist of their conversation was clear as day, even to a young virgin.
"You'll hurt me with that big thing of yours," Catherine answered, playing at being scared. "But I guess that's what you want and I can't stop you. Just give me a second to prepare myself."
Donald Judge removed his prick from his wife's dripping pussy, turning towards the door without really focusing his eyes in that direction. Donna was able to take an unimpeded look at his big vein-lined cock, which shone in the morning sunlight. It was, if anything, bigger than Gerald's rig. How could her mother possibly take such a huge engine into her body?
Catherine Judge rolled over onto all fours so that her ample buttocks faced Donna directly. Donna watched with quiet fascination as her father knelt behind the woman, quickly running his tongue along her thighs and buttocks and then worming it into her asshole. It was similar to the way Gerald had eaten her pussy but Donna was shocked to think that that part of a woman's body could also be used to satisfy a man's raging lust.
She shrank further into the doorway, knowing that there would be real trouble if her parents detected her presence. Still, it was easy enough to see everything that was happening. The fact of the matter was that Donald Judge was licking out his wife's asshole and simultaneously reaching around her warm sensual body to attack the woman's big tits with his work-hardened hands.
Both parents seemed huge to Donna, their substantial bodies developed from years of work on the land. They were like monolithic primitive idols making love, every muscle standing out coated with a fine layer of sweat. Donna could see that her father's prick was still hard, that there would be no let-up in their passion.
"I guess I'm ready now," Catherine announced, squirming away from her husband's probing tongue. "Take it easy on me, though. I'm getting a little too old for this kid stuff."
So saying, the beautiful older woman spread her legs wider, bending her back and exposing her asshole to the avid gaze of her husband and daughter. Donna could see the pink labia and dark brown pubic tresses between her large white buttocks. Despite the primacy of curiosity she was slowly and surely being turned on intensely by the sight of the older, passionate couple.
Donald Judge took his prick in hand, quickly moving it into' position against his wife's asshole. He rubbed his heavy hard-on all over her buttocks and then gently rimmed the pink bunghole, less in a hurry about sex than Donna would have expected. Soon he was working the head of his rod into his wife's asshole, a feat Donna still considered totally impossible.
But the evidence of Donna's sharp young eyes couldn't long be denied. Her parents had shifted position so that she was able to take the scene in enfilade. The tip of her father's prick was now halfway into Catherine's asshole and the rest of the shaft was bending slightly. Donald's balls swung freely beneath his hairy torso. He was smiling wickedly, something Donna had never seen before.
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