"Get back on the bed, legs open."

Pru did as instructed and Brenda carried the quiet, hard dicked baby over to the bed and held him over Pru's cunt. With one arm across his chest and one hand holding his feet together, she maneuvered the infant so his dick was going in his sister's puffy hole.

In and out, in and out, just like a fucking. It was a fucking! And not just any kind of fucking, incestuous not to mention pre-pubescent fucking! What a crackerjack idea!

"Oh FUCK!" Pru groaned, trying to suppress a scream. "Fucking Jesus!"

****

Candy's back was bothering her. A month ago she had a boob job that plumped her up to a fine 46DD. It was great work, practically no scarring, none that you could see without a magnifying glass and a guy certainly couldn't feel it with his fingertips, and the breasts were firm. They felt real and the nipples were more sensitive than ever. Yet, the added weight would take getting used to.

Candy sat at the kitchen table drinking a light beer and smoking Dorals. She rubbed her shoulders where the halter straps had dug in. Her cunt itched, but that was normal, especially because she never wore panties and hadn't a hair to be found. She was looking forward to a visit from Joel, the bouncer at her club. What a dick. Fortunately, this was the night her daughter went to the Lodge, so she could get fucked senseless without having to worry about Jolie.

Hearing a knock at the door Candy yelled "Come on in" and it was Brenda Burke, her daughter's best friend. Brenda was a real fox with flaming red hair and green eyes and it was a real toss up between Brenda and Jolie as to which was wilder.

"Hi, Miss Green, is Jolie home?" Brenda asked.

"Sure, hon, she's upstairs," Candy said. "How ya been? Haven't seen you in awhile."

"Oh, you know, fucking around," Brenda giggled. Candy smiled. She liked Brenda's irreverent mouth. The girl was thin and flat-chested and bubble-butted and pretty as a peach.

"I bet!" Candy offered her a smoke and Brenda took one. Brenda liked to smoke but couldn't buy them yet, not even down at the Pakistani store.

"She's got the door closed," Candy told the girl.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll wait 'til she's done. Or is there a line?" That was a joke, but really, sometimes there might be. Because Jolie did it at home as much as on the street or at clubs.

"No, just the one," Candy grinned. "Some guy."

"I really like you Miss Green. I wish my Mom were as open and supportive as you are. She'd kill me if I did it at home."

"Thanks, hon, I like you too, you're a real good kid. You're a good influence on my baby, you know. You're smart and read a lot and I notice she's getting a lot better with spelling and arithmetic and stuff."

Suddenly Brenda started coughing and couldn't stop. She turned red. Finally she pulled out a hankie from her purse and blew her nose and said, "Whew! I must be smoking too much." She made a "pih pih" sound trying to spit out something on her tongue and it turned out to be the partial husk of housefly.

"Jesus Christ!" Candy yelled and stood up. "Stub that sucker out. Here, put it on a plate. Did you swallow any?"

"I think so," Brenda ratcheted. Her eyes were bloodshot from the hacking.

"Honey, we got ourselves a lawsuit. Fucking imagine. A fly in a Doral! You inhaled part of it." Candy went and got the little girl a beer from the refrigerator. "Here, you have some of this sweetheart, and I'll open a fresh pack."

After a few minutes the bemused girl and young mother got to talking about tits.

"I really like your new tits, Miss Green. Have you danced with them yet?"

Candy Green was an exotic dancer, and her boob job was an investment. She figured she could make a couple hundred extra a night. Of course, much of that went up her nose, but she was still young (only 24) and had a college degree to fall back on when she started to sag.

"Thanks, Brenda. No, I wanted to take some time off anyway." Candy asked her if she wanted another beer and Brenda said no, her dad would be able to smell it on her when he got home. Despite her earlier remark, her parents were really pretty open-minded and made no effort to keep Brenda from, as everybody called it nowadays, "fucking around", but they hoped she wouldn't get into booze and drugs.

From the upstairs there began a rhythmic banging of headboard to wall that increased in pace and was punctuated by shrill squeals and male and female voices yelling together "YES, YES!", and the banging slowed and finally stopped......(cont)