Chapter 1

Gentle readers, a word of caution. This story is written with my tongue so firmly planted in my cheek that I am unable to take solid food. It goes way over the top with any type of taboo subject I could think of, many of which disgust me, personally. If you don’t enjoy a free-wheeling trip through a sexual miasma with a horny teen-aged guide, you might want to skip this one.

(This story gives new meaning to the name “Beaver Cleaver.” [Or, perhaps not. Those clever Hollywood writers could have named the family after they named Beaver Cleaver.] With apologies to anyone who never dreamed of fucking June.)

“Wow, Mom,! I sure could use a good fuck!” grumbled Barbi. The cute little teenager spread her legs wide on the couch and rubbed furiously at her clit. “Do you think Dad would throw a fuck into me if I promise to suck off all his friends?”

Sandra smiled at her daughter’s innocence. She might be 14 now, but still seemed as naive as a child. “I don’t know, Honey. Dad has been pretty well fucked up on Jimmy ever since he learned how tight your brother’s asshole was. It won’t hurt to offer, but you may have to wait awhile. Why don’t I go get a dildo to fuck your ass while I suck your pussy for you?”

“Gee, thanks, Mom. You’re the greatest!”

Barbi knelt on all fours as her mother guided the huge red prick into her daughter’s still tight asshole. With all the fucking Barbi got, it was a wonder her ass still closed. Maybe it was her youth or the cheerleader exercises that kept her tight. At any rate, she soon zoned out as her mother rammed the hard 10” deep within the slick recesses of her bowels. Sandra slid under her daughter and sucked her cunt lips and clit as she slid the red poker in and out of her baby’s asshole next to her nose.

Sandra knew that the best way to keep Barbi out of other trouble was to get her off as soon as she started getting horny. Besides, she really enjoyed bringing her own daughter off by sucking her pussy. She enjoyed fucking her son, too, but Jim had been monopolizing the kid for several days. “Honey, do you think you could get the football team to come back and gang bang me again like they did last week?” she asked her bucking and heaving daughter.

“S-s-sure, Mom,” she blurted between thrusts of the giant dildo. “They told me you fucked better than any white woman they had ever screwed. Besides, I get to suck off the ones who can’t get to you right away. You know, that Leroy sure has got a prick on him, doesn’t he?”

“He certainly does, dear, and when he cums in my mouth, it’s all I can do to swallow all of it.” Sandra reached for a salami to shove up Barbi’s cunt, to heighten the peak of the orgasm she felt her heading for. Barbi was enjoying the salami in her cunt so much that Sandra stuffed another one up her own cunt in hopes that she could ride it over the top at the same time as Barbi.

When Jim and Jimmy sauntered into the room with their limp dicks swinging between their knees, Sandra and Barbi were just hitting the top. Cum was spewing everywhere from the two gushing cunts.

Jimmy and his horny father couldn’t resist helping to lick Barbi’s pussy dry. They both still had gobs of each other’s cum lingering on their tongues, from their afternoon of mutual fucking, but Barbi’s cum was a special treat.

“Hi, Mom, what’s for supper?” Jimmy asked as he finally rolled away and resumed idly stroking his long prick. He couldn’t help admiring the way his mother’s body had kept it’s shape throughout his growing up years. By the time he became old enough to be included in this story, he was already aware of how gorgeous she was and how lucky he had been to be born to such a hot and horny mother. She had begun sucking his prick as a birthday gift, that night.

“You’re in luck, dear. Tonight we have Salami ala Cunt,” she told him as she pulled them out of her and Barbi’s cunts, still glistening with their orgasmic juices. “Want sum?”

“You bet, Mom! You’re the greatest!”

“Oh, that’s what you all say. Want to stand behind me and stick your big dick up my ass while I fix supper?”

“Sure. You always seem to cook better with a dick in your ass. Besides, I like to play with your tits and make your pussy wet while you cook, too.”

Barbi saw her chance to get her father’s cock down her throat and swallowed it to the balls. She was determined to swallow a gallon of his cum before she was finished with him.

Although Jim’s cock was still a little raw from fucking his son’s tight ass all afternoon, he was always ready to have his darling baby girl go down on him. She had a talent for cocksucking and looked so yummy while she did it that it always gave him a quick hardon, no matter how soon it had been since his last go. Besides, once in a while she brought her cheerleader group to the house and had each of them suck him off. He was pretty sure that he and Sandra were the only couple who had fucked the entire high school football and cheerleader teams.

Barbi had sucked her father’s big prick back to it’s full length, now, so she swung a leg over him and settled her guts all the way down the pole. She loved being fucked by her father. He had been fucking her since the night of her 14th birthday party, too. She almost felt empty when his prick wasn’t in her cunt, mouth or asshole. She loved to wake him up like this in the morning and taste his cum on her tongue while she ate breakfast.

Jim and Sandra had agreed from the start that their children would be raised to accept sex as a natural part of life. As long as nobody was getting hurt, anything went--and that meant anything! If it felt good, then do it twice!

That night, Sandra smiled to herself as she lovingly guided the pricks of her husband and her son into the cunt and asshole of her lovely daughter. It was so nice to have such a loving family, she thought as she settled her steamy box over her daughter’s face so she and Jimmy could lick her twat while Jim sucked her ass.

The next afternoon, Jimmy brought one of his friends home from school with him. Brad was as nervous as a cat in a doghouse.

“You’re sure your Mom will like me?”

“Don’t worry so much Brad. You’ll do ok. Despite their size, you don’t think that the entire football team is that well hung or such a good lay, do you?”

“No, I guess not, but I’ve never been laid before and I’m not sure I know how.”

“Just do what I tell you and you’ll be ok.”

Brad wasn’t convinced, but his nuts hurt so bad he was willing to go through anything for a chance to blow them. He had seen the beautiful Sandra Welch many times, of course. She was a highly visible member of the community and managed somehow to lead her wild lifestyle in full view of a very straight-laced community.

Of course it didn’t hurt a bit that she and Barbi gave regular blowjobs to the Chief of Police, the Mayor and the District Attorney, as well as anybody else in town who might be capable of protecting or persecuting them. Even the local priest was persuaded to keep quiet by being allowed to pump his nuts into Jimmy’s ass every Sunday morning before church.

The women of the community kept silent because of the generosity of the Welch family in supporting all the local charities and civic functions. Besides, what harm did they do? No one was being hurt, the wives of the leaders who appreciated a little help in the sack were happy, as were the wives who wanted a little more, anyhow. Jim and Jimmy, together or separately, depending on the person, were happy to catch up the slack, fucking and sucking the distaff side of the community to ecstasy as often as desired.

Brad wasn’t in on the arrangement between the Welch family and their very good neighbors. If he had been, it might have helped to allay a little of his nervousness as Jimmy’s mother entered the room, looking exactly like Beaver Cleaver’s mom, June. How could this rosy cheeked, intelligent, totally respectable looking woman be the same one that rumors said would give a poor shit like him the time of day?

“Brad, Jimmy tells me that you and he have Algebra together.”

“Uh, yes!” The question caught him off guard. All he could think about was Mrs. Cleaver’s beaver, hidden in the folds of her modest house dress.

“Do you enjoy Algebra?”

“Uh, yes.” Fuck this Algebra shit. Bend over, bitch, and let me release this horrible pressure in my balls.

“Jimmy also tells me that you are hung like a horse. Is it true?”

Now she was talking his language!!! “Uh, yeah.”

“Well?” She just sat there in their normal living room, looking normal, and seemed to expect him to pull out his dork. Jimmy was no help. He was just standing there behind his mom, looking vaguely disinterested. Brad had no way to know that Jimmy had his male pride in his hands and had already worked it up to its full length.

Brad squirmed a bit. His “male pride” was also at full stand, which was still embarrassing to him as it always was, and he still could not completely accept the idea that he was expected to whup it out, right here, but he really couldn’t have stopped if it meant his life.

Sandra smiled to herself as she watched the range of emotions flying across poor Brad’s face. He was red faced and obviously uncomfortable, but she knew he would get over that soon. “Well, aren’t you going to show me your prick?” she finally asked, to release him from any remaining doubt about her intent. She almost gasped at the size of the salami he eventually managed to snake out of his pants.

“My, my, Brad. Jimmy should have brought you home a lot sooner. Here, stand up so I can get your pants out of the way and get to that beautiful piece of meat you are holding.” She loosened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor before pushing him back onto the couch. She knelt in front of him and took as much as she could get down her throat without choking.

Almost immediately, Brad’s prick began spewing huge ropes of creamy cum. Of all the times he had blasted his nuts jacking off, he thought he knew how much cum he could produce, but this set a record for him. It seemed like gallon after gallon of prick juice boiled from his aching nuts and down the throat of his friend’s mother.

He was still so uncomfortable in this role and so embarrassed at his inability to hold back any longer, as he assumed he was supposed to do, that he began apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over.

“Don’t worry about it, dear. Jimmy will tell you that I love the taste of virgin cum and it makes me feel sexier to know I can bring you off so fast. Besides, you’ll cum many times today and each one will be a little slower. By the time you’ve had enough, I may be wishing for a rest. In fact, Barbi will be home from cheerleading practice soon and maybe she can give me a hand, or a mouth.”

Brad just thought he had blown his wad. At the mention of fucking Barbi, his prick which had shown no sign of getting smaller began blowing another wad onto Mrs. Welch’s face. He was on the verge of apologizing for that until she smiled and began to scrape the slimy shit off her face and suck it from her fingers, hungrily, before ramming his prong back down her throat.

“Brad, you may have wondered what this would cost you.”

“Uh, oh,” he thought. “Here it comes!”

“Cost?” he stammered. “I don’t have any money.”

“Yes, dear, everything in life has a cost, but don’t worry. It’s a cost in the sense that you will also have something you might like to keep secret, so you will be less likely to tell others about our experience.”