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Susan Porter was aware that something unusual was happening, for the transformation in her parents and her brother was too apparent. But she had no idea that her Mother had succumbed so completely to Ted's huge organ, nor did she imagine that Clyde had already committed Incest with the blonde lovely.
When Joyce told her what was expected of her, she stared at her Mother and discovered she was speechless with astonishment. At seventeen, she was not unaware that such arrangements were often made. But, she had never expected that she would become a part of one.
"Try to understand, darling," Joyce pleaded anxiously. "It's for all of us. Ted's really a nice boy. If you'll just cooperate, it can be fun."
Susan squeezed her thighs together, glaring at her Mother. "You're saying that I'm supposed to let Ted do anything he wants to?" Her frown deepened. "What if he wants to do something really kinky?"
Joyce shrugged her shoulders impatiently. "You're a big girl, Susan. Just think of what it means to your Father and me.
The girl listened, open-mouthed, to her Mother's recital of her own sacrifices, ending with, "How do you think I felt when my own son had to make love to me?"
Susan's generous lip curled disdainfully. "Clyde didn't make love to you. He fucked you!" Her voice climbed the scale toward hysteria. "My God! What's happening to us? Daddy lets you act like a common whore, and you spread for your own son!"
Joyce's face hardened. Angrily she walked to the door of the bedroom, turning to exclaim, "You'll do as you're told, young lady! It's not going to hurt you to do your part in this."
The girl managed to hold back her tears until the door closed. Then, her skirt sliding high about her exquisitely rounded thighs, she threw herself face-down across the bed, sobbing until anger replaced the fear and hurt.
When she stood up, she was smiling grimly. She looked at the wall mirror and tossed her head, shaking the brown waves of hair.
As if it were Ted in the glass, rather than her own reflection, she whispered, "You may screw me, cousin Ted, but you'll be sticking it in a block of ice! I'll be damned if you'll enjoy it!"
Methodically, she prepared herself, luxuriating in a scented bath, then, after toweling her tanned body, she applied a subtle perfume behind her ears, beneath her firm breasts, and along the inner curves of her perfectly formed thighs. Then, with a mocking look at the brown curls that shaped her plump pussy mound, she added the elusive scent to that verdant jungle.
For dinner she wore only a nearly transparent negligee, smiling at the stern look her Father gave when she marched to the big table and stared directly into Ted's appraising eyes.
"You should have worn something more than that," Ralph murmured to her. "You're making a spectacle of yourself."
Maintaining the exaggerated smile, Susan answered from the corner of her curved lips, "You're a fine one to talk! After what Mother told me, I'm surprised you haven't already tried to rape Beth and me."
She turned her face toward the surprised man, fluttering her lashes and giving a little shake of her shoulders to set the outlined tits to quivering beneath the thin fabric.
"Do I seem ready?" she demanded in a sultry voice. "Don't you want to check me over before sending me off to be raped?"
Choking back a retort that blended anger and shame, Ralph pushed his chair back, rose and stalked from the room, followed by Susan's mocking laughter.
"What's wrong with your Father?" Joyce asked from her seat down the table. "He seemed very upset!"
"1 think he's angry," Susan retorted, "because he wasn't invited to the party."
Joyce's face colored, and she returned to her plate without a rejoinder, pretending not to hear Ted's knowing chuckle. Moments later she excused herself, followed by Dorothy and Clyde. Beth and Linda demanded a second dessert, and Ted signaled the hovering maid.
To Susan, he said, "Did Aunt Joyce explain everything to youth?"
Susan felt a tingle of apprehension between her tightly clenched thighs. But her face was expressionless as she nodded.
Linda looked up from her plate, giving her brother a worshipful smile. "When are you going to do what you promised?" she asked innocently. Her eyes held a hopeful gleam.
Ted reached across and patted the girl's arm, his fingers lingering to trail up and down the smooth skin. "Soon, Linda, he answered softly, his dark eyes caressing the points of her small breasts as they strained against the tight blouse.
Beth leaned closer to the girl, speaking so softly that only she could hear her whispered question "What did he promise?"
Linda turned a glowing face to her cousin, answering her in the same hushed voice. "Ted's going to fuck me," she said quite simply.
Beth Porter's mouth opened, and her blue eyes widened with shock. Quickly, she darted a glance about to see if either Ted or Susan had heard the girl. Still speaking quietly, but with a shocked urgency, she said, "Let's go up to your room, Beth. I think we'd better have a long talk."
The two youngsters rose, their young bottoms twitching with suggestive innocence as they excused themselves and left Ted staring at Susan with that irritating appraisal.
She glared back with a contemptuous droop of her generous mouth. "How does it feel to have everyone so willing to play whore for you?" she asked in a deceptively mild voice. "Isn't it too much for such a child as yourself?"
Ted refused to rise to the bait. Placing his elbows on the table, he leaned forward, amusement glittering in his eyes as he dropped his gaze to her breasts. He ignored her question.
"I wonder if you're as passionate as your Mother," he said in a soft drawl. "Did you know that she never let your Father stick it in her asshole until I loosened it up?"
The girl gave a sharp gasp. "You're filthy!" she hissed. "And you're making all of us do filthy things!"
Ted stood up, flexing his muscles and drawing his slacks tight over his bulging crotch. He saw the girl's quick glance and he chuckled.
"Let's go upstairs, Cousin," he ordered in that same soft voice. "I'm going to show you just how filthy I can be when I try."
Susan found that her legs were trembling when she followed the youth from the dining room, and up the broad stairway, and she had difficulty recapturing the determination she had summoned earlier. Then, she had assumed that Ted would simply screw her and let it go at that. Now, she was less certain that he would be satisfied with such an orthodox act.
Although not a virgin, Susan was inexperienced, having found the clumsy penetration of her pussy by fewer than a half-dozen assorted cocks to be little more than an irritating tickling. Her partners had been too young, too small, and too fast, spilling their sticky come inside her belly before she could even begin to appreciate the rhythmic massaging of her vagina.
She knew that some girls permitted their dates to invade that second, smaller hole, but she had never considered that she might find herself submitting to such an indignity. Nor had she ever dreamed that she might be called upon to touch a cock with her lips, another method that some of her friends insisted was more enjoyable than straight screwing.
By the time Ted wrenched open the bedroom door, Susan had regained her self-control, marching past her cousin with a deliberate twisting of her hips that brushed the ominous bulge of his crotch. She walked over to the bed and turned, tossing her head to push a stray tendril of brown hair from her forehead.
"What do I do first?" she demanded in a flat voice.
Ted was already unbuttoning his shirt as he answered, "You take that damned negligee off, and let me look at you."
Obediently, Susan loosened the narrow sash and let the garment slide downward, exposing the creamy breasts with their coral tips poking arrogantly from their pip aureoles. Lower, the negligee slid, past the lithe waist and flat belly to the brown curls of her pubic thatch.
She saw Ted's eyes stare at the narrow band of white flesh that marked the protective zone of halter and bikini during her almost daily sunbathes, contrasting sharply with the deep tan of the rest of her delightfully curved body. Then, as the garment dropped past the exquisitely molded thighs, she felt a tingling warmth between them. His stare was focused on the dainty vertical cleft of her pussy, and he was unfastening his belt.
It was Susan's turn to stare, for her limited experience did not include the sight she was about to witness. The few times she had surrendered to her male companions, she had deliberately averted her eyes from the stiff member that they seemed so eager to fit into her snug little cunt. As a result, she could not completely stifle the gasp of amazement as Ted exposed the flaccid thickness of his dangling cock. Instinctively, her hands flew to protect the delicate gateway through which the ominous cylinder was desired to pass.
"What's wrong?" the lad demanded with a grin. "Is it too childlike for you? He slipped his fingers beneath the hairy balls, lifting them together with the limp prick and pointing its slitted tip at the wide-eyed girl. "It will get larger." The fingers squeezed caressingly. "In fact, you'll be wishing it wasn't so damned big before the night's over."
Susan tried to keep the fright from her voice as she answered, "I was surprised because it's so little. From what Mother said, I thought you were a real man." She patted the curls of her cunt. "You'll need more than that to satisfy me."
Stepping out of his slacks and standing naked, he reached for her, gripping her slender waist and jerking her forward until her tits dug firm nipples into his chest. Her belly yielded to the harsh shove of his pelvis, and she felt the hot meatiness of his cock rod between their flesh. She offered no resistance, but let her arms fall limply at either side, forcing Ted to sustain her weight as he sought her lips with an open mouth.
She felt the warm wetness of his kiss, and his tongue slithered between her teeth, seeking hers. Deliberately, she dug its tip down against its own root, while his tongue danced about in solitary passion, bathed in her salvia, but finding no response to his savage tonguing of her teeth and gums.
Grunting with disgust, he pushed her away, toward the bed. The back of her knees touched the edge, and she fell backward, keeping her knees together as her hips struck the soft mattress.
Immediately, Ted was on top of her, swaddling her clenched thighs and palming her pliant breasts as he pushed her onto her back. He held her there while his hands fondled the twin mounds, tweaking the two nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefinger. He watched her eyes as he tugged the tips upward, stretching their spongy fingers, then forcing them back Into their own aureoles.
Susan looked back at him without expression, acutely aware of the manipulation of her sensitive nipples, but willing them to continued flaccidity. She felt his heavy balls drag over her thighs, and a wave of heat washed through her pussy. Deep inside, she was conscious of a hot wetness spreading through her vagina.
Ted shifted his powerful body upward until he was astride her breasts, his balls and limp prick sliding between the lush mounds while his thighs pushed them inward to shape a warm nest of yielding flesh. Tilting his head to stare down at her, he rocked his hips to force his scrotum back and forth through the velvet valley.
"Having fun?" Susan hissed at him. "I thought you were supposed to be a real stud! You can't even get it up!"
Ted's face contorted In sudden anger, and he lifted his hips, pushing them upward until Susan was staring up at his crotch. His fingers clutched her hair, holding her head in position, and he shoved He scrotal sac down against her mouth, twisting his hips to work the pliant pouch over her tightly closed lips.
Susan closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath, blocking the masculine scent of his testicles and the prick that dangled its plum-like head over her dainty nose.
"Goddamn you!" he grated in a savage whisper. "I was gonna be easy on you. Now, I'm gonna cram it so far up your snatch you can taste it!" His hips twisted more fiercely. "Open your fucking mouth and lick my balls!"
Susan managed to turn her face aside, taking the weight of his sac on her cheek. "if you make me do that," she hissed angrily, "I'll bite the damned things of off!"
The pressure eased, and the youth rocked back to glare at her. "Didn't Aunt Joyce tell you what would happen if you didn't cooperate?"
The girl's voice was steady as she replied, "I agreed to let you screw me. Anything else is out. I don't care what anyone says."
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he swung his leg over her body rolling off and arranging himself on the bed, flat on his back. He pulled his hairy thighs together and pointed at his limp cock.
"OK" he drawled. "I'll go you one better. You fuck me!"
Susan pushed herself up onto one elbow, sneering at his dangling prong. "Even if I agreed," she said mockingly, "you're still soft."
"That's your problem," be reminded her. "Try running that cunt over it. I'll get hard."
The girl sat up, turning gracefully to crouch on hands and knees beside him, her breasts swaying but little in their young firmness. For the first time since they entered the bedroom, she felt a surge of confidence.
Gracefully she swung one slender leg across his thighs, inching upward until she straddled his hips, her pussy gaping its narrow slit directly above his thick tool. She placed her hands on his chest, the fingers curling slightly as they touched the hard pads of muscle, lightly haired and each tipped win a tiny replica of her own lush tits.
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