Father's Daughter Mother's Son
by Rod Strong 


FOREWORD 

Incest has been with man since time immemorial. True, scientific evidence 
has proven it is genetically unsound for immediate members of a family to 
have intercourse, yet there are places in the world where incest is still 
common. 

The religious sect in this book is purely fictional, though it could be 
real. As for fathers sleeping with their daughters, hundreds of newspaper 
accounts every year report on male parents being arrested for molesting 
their own children. And how many other molestations take place that aren't 
reported? 

This book doesn't condone incest. On the contrary, it shows the intent 
desire of the heroine to avoid it at all costs. At the same time she also 
wishes to avoid intimate relationship with others for whom she has no 
feeling. 

One of the things this book does emphasize is the importance of everyone 
receiving a proper sex education. Without it, young girls can be turned into 
frigid, frightened females with no desire to procreate. Since sex is fairly 
inevitable, and since it is a constant, why shouldn't everyone be taught to 
enjoy it when it does happen, as long as it happens willingly. Antiquated 
laws have ruined the mental outlook of literally hundreds of thousands of 
females in this country alone, not to mention how many others abroad. The 
heroine in this book is fortunate in that she found someone gentle and 
patient and loving. But how many women marry men who expect their wives to 
be both, virgins and knowledgeable? It is to prevent future tragedies that a 
more open approach should be taken in teaching this subject. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

The first snowfall of the season was coming down in light, feathery flakes. 
It was a wet snow and wouldn't stick. For that, Mary Jane Farrar was glad. 
She hated snow. Where she lived, it was warm only about three' months of the 
year. The isolated village of Bell's Landing was, in reality, a tiny island 
just off the coast of Maine settled by a small religious sect known as 
Padramors. Like the Pilgrims and the Puritans, the Padramors had escaped 
England's religious persecution in the seventeenth century. Like the other 
religious sects, the Padramors had come to settle in America. They had 
settled on the island known as Bell's 

Landing, named after their leader, Josiah Nell. 

Unlike the other religious sects, the Padramors never really flourished. A 
dozen families had arrived from England in 1667, and at the moment there 
were only five hundred families on the entire island for a total population 
of 3,300 men, women, and children. 

Suffering and endurance was part of the Padramor religion, all of whom were 
devout believers in God, following the ways of Abraham's nephew, Lot. But 
there were other, mysterious ceremonies which Mary Jane did not understand. 
It would all be made clear to her in less than a month, when she reached her 
fifteenth birthday. 

Mary Jane was a beautiful girl with long, naturally light blond hair. She 
had glistening brown eyes, a short nose, and a full pair of lips. Her body 
had the lean litheness of a ballet dancer, with small, firm breasts, a 
narrow waist, wide hips and a belly as flat as a pane of glass. Her slender, 
willow-like legs were hidden beneath a maxi-dress. The women of Bell's 
Landing loved to maintain some sort of style, and the maxi-dress allowed 
them to cover their ankles without looking old-fashioned. Mary Jane was 
wearing a yellow dress to match the color of her hair. 

Education at Bell's Landing was as modern and up-to-date as anything on the 
mainland, and Mary Jane was well-advanced in all her subjects. She excelled 
in English, Hygiene, and Sex Education. Her teacher had often assured her 
she would have nothing to fear when the time came for her to practice what 
she learned. It made Mary Jane blush. She was a shy, sweet girl in spite of 
all she'd learned. 

None of the Padramor girls were permitted to date. Having lived her entire 
life on Bell's Landing, Mary Jane didn't even know such a thing as dating 
existed. True, electricity existed on the island as a necessity, but there 
were no TV sets and almost no radios. Whatever radios did exist were kept 
tuned to the news stations. The only music permitted was religious music. 

Wrapped in a blue cloth coat, she was walking home from school with Abigail, 
her sister, older than she was by a year. As usual, she was pressing Abby, 
trying to find out what went on each week when she was required to leave the 
house and attend special worship sessions with other boys and girls her own 
age, or younger. She knew her grandmother also left and went to visit an 
uncle of hers at the other end of the island. Her grandmother was in her 
late fifties and still an unusually attractive woman. 

"Come on, Abby," she was saying as they neared their cottage, a white, 
one-story frame house with aluminum siding all around to help keep out the 
cold. "What goes on when I go to worship?" 

"You'll find out next month," her sister giggled. "And believe me, it'll be 
a pleasure to have you share the work. Our father is a most demanding man." 

"In what way?" Mary Jane wanted to know. 

"I can't tell you that," her sister, who had light brown hair, replied. 
Otherwise Abby and Mary Jane looked very much alike. "But father will be 
more than overjoyed, himself. After having three sons, he had almost 
despaired of having more daughters until I arrived, followed by you." 

"More daughters? I had no idea father had any daughters other than 
ourselves," Mary Jane said as they entered the cottage. 

"I've already told you too much," Abby told her. "You'll just have to wait, 
as I did. What may appear to be very unpleasant at first will become the 
thrill of a lifetime, once you're used to it." 

"Abby, what are you talking about? What will seem unpleasant at first? What 
do you mean by 'the thrill of a lifetime?'" 

"Abigail!" The stern voice belonged to Hezekiah Farrar, the girls' strict 
father. In his middle forties, he was of medium height, with brown hair and 
graying temples. His body was a little weighty, but under a thin layer of 
fat was a much heavier layer of muscle from having worked his farm during 
the four months conducive to planting, sowing, reaping, and harvesting. What 
he did those four months determined whether or not the family had enough 
food to carry them through the entire year. During the other eight months he 
tended the small dairy behind the house, making sure his milk cows were all 
content and healthy. 

"What is it, father?" Abby asked as Hezekiah came into the room. 

"I want to talk to you immediately," he informed her. "Hang up your coat and 
come into my bedroom." 

"Immediately, father," Abby said, handing her coat to Mary Jane. 

This summons was too much for the blond girl. Her father occasionally 
lectured her in his bedroom, as well. But when he lectured her, it was 
always a stern reprimand and lasted no longer than three or four minutes. 
When Abby was lectured, he took ten to fifteen minutes, sometimes longer. 
Why was Abby different? Mary Jane wondered. 

This was as good a time as any to find out. As a little girl Mary Jane had 
played in the small attic of the cottage, and she had found cracks in the 
attic floor which penetrated all the way through the ceiling, below. Had she 
wanted, she could have spied on her parents anytime they were alone in their 
bedroom, but she hadn't had the nerve. But now, with her brothers not yet 
home and her mother in the kitchen preparing a supper that wouldn't be ready 
for hours, Mary Jane decided to do a little spying. 

Hanging up her sister's coat as well as. her own, she went to the back of 
the house and quietly climbed the small flight of steps leading to the 
attic. She pushed her way through the trapdoor, closing it behind her, then 
lay flat on the floor and with a small blanket she had found nearby, kept 
her dress from getting dirty as she peered through the floorboard at the 
scene below. 

"Sit," her father was saying to Abby, pointing to a vanity stool. He himself 
sat on the foot of the large double bed, facing her. , "Yes, Father," Abby 
replied, sitting. She had a worried frown on her face. 

"Abigail," Hezekiah went on, his eyes firmly locked on the young girl's 
rising and falling bosom, "I heard you just now as you came into the house 
with your sister. Did you tell her anything?" 

"Of course not, father," the brunette answered, crossing her legs under her 
long dress, noting her father was acutely conscious of her movement. 

"There is no reason for the secrecy, Abigail. Had you been made aware of 
everything prior to your fifteenth birthday, you might have run screaming 
from this very room. You, and all the girls before you, had to be properly 
prepared, just as Mary Jane will be properly prepared." 

"I know, Father," Abby nodded, and Mary Jane silently gasped as she saw her 
older sister reach from where she was sitting to her father's lap, placing 
her palm openly against the bulge in her father's crotch. "Believe me," Abby 
went on, "I've revealed nothing. That's the truth, Father." 

Hezekiah Farrar's eyes began losing their harshness as his daughter's 
fingers slowly rubbed up and down his pillar of prick. It was not surprising 
to discover the cock was already horn-hard. 

"Daddy," she whispered in a little girl voice, making him raise his eyes to 
look at her youthful, sensuous face with its wide-set brown eyes and full, 
tantalizing lips. The full lips parted to reveal her perfectly white teeth 
as she showed him a look that instantly aroused him. 

"All right!" Farrar shuddered as his daughter's fingers lightly pinched the 
solid head of his prick through his pants. 

He gasped as her fingers reached for his zipper and began pulling it down. 
She tugged slowly, maddeningly, causing a heated spasm to lurch through his 
testicles. 

"I would never lie to you, Daddy," she murmured softly, her fingers now 
slowly tugging his shirt out from his pants. 

Mary Jane watched her older sister lean forward and crane her neck, as if 
overanxious to see the solid member hidden inside their father's trousers. 

"I know, Abby," her father replied, almost gutturally. 

Once again his eyes were caught by the swell of her full breasts as she 
leaned toward him. He could see the way the nipples pressed through the bra 
against the fabric of her dress, tiny little erection aching to be fingered 
and tongued. He stared at the way they pushed, causing another spasm of 
boiling oil to splash through his testicles as her fingers tightened their 
hold on his straining penis. 

Abby rubbed his solid cock meat a few times, then very carefully and 
deliberately released it, behaving as if time were of no importance. Her 
finger opened her father's belt and undid the hook on his pants. Then she 
tugged his pants down over his hips, letting them pile up on the floor 
around his ankles. Then Abby's hands moved to the elastic band on her 
father's shorts, her fingertips lightly touching his sensitized flesh until 
she was ultimately able to tug the shorts down, as well. That was when two 
pairs of eyes, belonging to his daughters, enlarged. Abby's opened with 
delight, while Mary Jane stared, aghast to see her own father the proud 
owner of a pudendum of monstrous proportions. 

"Dear father," Abby whispered, her fingers lightly teasing the 
purple-knobbed staff, "the Lord blessed you with a truly marvelous phallus. 
Each time I see it I adore it all the more." 

A shudder traveled through Hezekiah Farrar as his daughter weighed his heavy 
balls in the palm of her hand, kneeling before him as she did so. Her face 
came ever closer to his crotch, staring at the ponderous phallus, pointed 
upward in her direction, almost accusingly. Farrar gasped as Abby used her 
other hand to stroke and handle the solid cock. It was pulsating strongly, 
its enlarged dome shining with shimmering lubrication. 

Her other hand squeezed his balls a little as she murmured, 'This has been 
my first prick, and so far, my only prick. And how I love it." 

The dreamy quality in her sister's voice was not lost on Mary Jane, who 
found she could not believe what she was seeing. How could her sister 
actually be idolizing their father's penis? 

She watched her father squirm, barely able to keep himself under any kind of 
control as Abigail's fingertips tantalizingly fondled the blood-engorged 
pillar. That, added to the tight grip she had on his balls made him writhe 
as if in delicious agony. 

"You were the first young girl since your mother to suck this marvelous 
tool," he all but whimpered. 

His thighs widened to let her body fit between them all the more easily as 
his hands reached out to caress and fondle the nipples pressing against her 
dress. 

"Do you really like my breasts so much, Father?" Abby asked. 

"You know I do," he muttered. "I want to see them, to feel them, to know 
they belong to me." 

Abby was staring at the swollen bulb of his seething prick, watching a 
droplet of lubricant ooze from the eyelike hole in the tip. It made her run 
her tongue over her lips. 

The top of her dress had buttons down the front, and Farrar's hands finally 
undid them. He pulled the top of his daughter's dress down off her 
shoulders, then reached into her bra and pulled out the two solid 
hemispheres, his fingers squeezing the meaty mammaries as his palms rubbed 
against the swollen nipples, feeling how hard and enlarged they were. 

"Has mother sucked your penis since I did it the last time?" Abby asked. 

"No," her father replied, shaking his head as his palms continued their 
friction against her nipples. 

"A full week?" Abby asked, looking up at her father. "You haven't had this 
wonderful organ suckled since I did it last, a week ago?" 

"A full week," he nodded, quaking. 

"Mom doesn't even give it a lick now and again?" 

"Your mother's time is now fully taken up with your three brothers. They 
wear her out." 

"But isn't mother your daughter, just like the rest of us?" 

"Yes," her father nodded, as her fingers continued massaging his swollen 
pole. "She was the first issue of your grandmother, my mother, and myself, 
when I was just about your age. When she grew into womanhood, I had not yet 
married, and she so loved me after we'd joined, she begged permission to 
marry me. So we were wed. Now your grandmother no longer looks to me for her 
pleasure, but to my younger brother, sired by my father, her own father as 
well, just before he died. And your mother has become enmeshed with the 
three sons she bore me. Had she not given me you, I would be totally out of 
my mind." 

"Poor daddy," Abby whispered, her eyes still held by the fascinating droplet 
of lubrication, her voice cracking, betraying her yearning. Her face came 
closer to his penis as her nostrils flared from the aroma of the delightful 
muskiness drifting up from between his thighs, overwhelming her with desire. 

Before Farrar could say anything more, he saw Abby's coral tongue snap out 
like that of a frog's, and press against the sensitive underside of his 
shivering phallus where the mushroom of head was joined to the rest of the 
staff. 

All but screaming, Farrar drove his hips upward, his hands barely unable to 
hold the wonderful tits he had been caressing. His fingers tightened, 
squeezing and pressing as he stared into space, thinking of nothing, not 
daring to think, just hoping and waiting for the tongue to strike again. 

It came, licking out slowly this time, remaining pressed against the heated 
phallic tip as her lips lightly teased the oversensitive tip. Her hand held 
the stem of the cock straight up so her mouth could more easily reach the 
tasty bulb of resilient flesh. The tip of her tongue trailed straight down 
from the sensitive point along the underside until she reached where her 
fist had it firmly grasped. She watched the sightless eye continue to emit 
globules of colorless lubricant. The oily substance smeared itself all over 
the purple dome. 

"Come, Daughter," Farrar whispered, attempting to tug Abby to her feet by 
yanking on her tits, "let's fuck," 

"No, Father," the girl replied, her mouth continuing to nuzzle the swollen 
cock as one hand still firmly gripped it while the other still milked his 
balls. "The rules strictly forbid coition other than on the specified days. 
You know that. But I shall not let you leave here frustrated." 

She began licking speedily, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth, 
pressing against her father's thick, long wand as it vibrated against her 
lower lip. It made Farrar release his hold on his daughter's breasts and lie 
back on his elbows, gazing with rapt attention to the way her lips 
surrounded the pulsing tip of his strained prick. He sighed with audible 
pleasure, the sound reaching Mary Jane's ears. The blond girl was totally 
aghast at all she was seeing and hearing. 

To think, she and her sister were the results of the coupling of her father 
to his sister, who was also his daughter since she was the result of the 
mating of her father and grandmother. She stared, too fascinated at that 
moment to be shocked as her father grabbed a handful of her sister's dark 
tresses and pulled, twisting his fingers in her hair. The steaming knob of 
his cock was now in Abby's mouth, locked between her kissing lips as her 
tongue washed it. Abby's head had moved against her father's pelvis as her 
hand clutching his balls, began squeezing in rhythm. Her eyes were tightly 
closed and she had to take control of herself or she would have shoved the 
full length of her father's thick, meaty pole down her throat. Instead, she 
began a slow, rhythmic, forward and back rocking motion, her warm, full lips 
sucking the flange of his corona, her mouth easing back and forth over the 
ridge, making him twitch violently. 

The more Farrar tugged on his daughter's long, brown locks, the more 
certainly she slowed her movements. Her full, solid, firm tits dangled 
delightfully, and although one hand continued to clutch the girl's hair, the 
other reached down and grabbed her left breast, pulling strongly on the 
nipple. 

Abby forced her head a little lower now, seeing his balls-a mass of hair and 
rounded flesh. She could feel the pulsing palpitations on the phallic stem, 
letting her know her father was nearly at the shooting point. Everything 
seemed to move with rhythmic precision now, herself more than a little 
unnerved because of the attention his fingers were giving her nipple. The 
knob of his prick was pulsating, all set to spurt its heavy wad. She could 
feel the cylinder of flesh between her lips enlarging even more now. There 
would be no time to swallow the full length of it. Her lips pressed down 
hard on the glans, tasting the first shots of his come as it splashed into 
her mouth. A bit more of his shooting cock slipped past her tightly ringed 
lips, pulling the flesh taut as her tongue continued pressing and 
tantalizing the underside. 

Farrar wanted the feel of her mouth around the full length of his cock, and 
caught his daughter off-guard, flexing his hips and shoving the barrel of 
his weighty cock all the way into her mouth, letting her palate feel the 
spongy head scrape across its soft surface as more seminal fluid spurted 
into her gullet. Abby swallowed quickly, the thrilling savoriness of his 
fluids urging her to pull and suck harder. 

She had known when he had been about to come, and she had pursed her lips 
tightly around the corona at the time in an attempt to delay the spending as 
her fingers squeezed his nuts very tightly. At first her movements seemed to 
have had the desired effect, and after a few squirts, his penis, as hard as 
ever, felt some of the tension ease out of it, despite its now being buried 
all the way into her mouth; and the squirting stopped. The solidity of the 
cock didn't weaken. His cock was still as staunch as ever as he rammed it 
back and forth against the pressure of her tongue, feeling her inner cheeks 
press against its sides as her mouth alternatively hollowed and bloated. 

Both his hands were now entangled tightly in her dark hair, clenched tightly 
in his balled fists. His glazed eyes were focused on the crack in the 
ceiling above him, unable to see beyond said crack, and therefore unable to 
see his young daughter staring down, watching everything, perversely 
fascinated and repelled at the same time. 

His seminal bubbling refused to recede, despite all her pressure on his 
balls, and though he did his best not to piston his seething cock into her 
mouth too strongly or too deeply, his daughter's lips and tongue were all 
part of a well-lubricated fellating machine, doing their job only too well. 
His testicles were in pain, swollen with seed that should have already been 
released as they hastened to manufacture even more. He wanted to restrain 
himself, he wanted to delay the shooting just a little bit longer, and then 
he surrendered to the most magnificent suction ever felt as his body erupted 
madly. He put almost all his weight on the palms of his hands as he leaned 
back and began pumping madly, slamming bis pubis into her face with violent 
force. His hips twisted and turned in a series of maddening spasms as he 
blasted away totally beyond any kind of control. 

Abby gulped the outpouring sperm as her tongue continued its wanton massage 
all along the underside of the exploding prick. The smooth pumping of the 
weighty prong ramming back and forth in her mouth was a delightful sensation 
to her. She had yet to taste another man's cock, but when the time came, she 
was certain it would not be nearly the equal of her father's. Maybe it was 
because she thought of her father as a kind of deity. Perhaps that was why 
his semen had the taste of nectar, thrilling her as it trickled down her 
throat. 

She sucked and drank as if her very life's sustenance were coming from the 
deflating flesh cylinder in her mouth. Her mouth pulled every last dribble 
from within, and the look of disappointment in her eyes, when there was no 
longer any seed left to drink, was evident. She gripped the shrunken penis 
with her hand and began licking all around, lapping every last bit of flesh 
of both his cock and balls. 

"Truly, none can do it as expertly as you," Hezekiah Farrar told his 
daughter, falling back on the bed. 

"Only because my father taught me so well," Abby answered, squeezing her 
father's prong tightly in the hope of pushing out at least one more droplet. 

"A man can only teach so much. After that, it's up to the woman to react 
properly. And you react fantastically." 

"Perhaps it's because I love you so much, Father." And she licked the tiny 
purple dome gently, letting it pop out from between tautened lips, feeling 
her father tremble as she did so. Then she asked, "Will you fuck me again 
tonight, when the others have gone to worship?" 

Gasping for air, he finally said, "Isn't that the reason for these prayer 
meetings? In order to continue the Padramors, fathers must fuck daughters, 
mothers must fuck sons. When the parents become too old, the offspring must 
then fuck for their own children, begotten by their parents. My mother 
prefers my brother, and so the only female I had to fuck was the one 
daughter she had borne me when she had permitted me to fuck her. That 
daughter became my wife, giving me three sons, your sister, and yourself. 
Now your mother prefers to sleep with her three sons during the once-a-week 
pollinating sessions. You, dear Ab by, are all I have. Your sister is too 
young, and must therefore attend the prayer meetings. But soon she will be 
old enough to join us, and we shall have some good times together." 

"And will you forget me then, father?" 

"Never, sweet Abigail. My only worry is, you will shortly conceive and bring 
forth a son who, on his fifteenth birthday will continue the ritual by 
fucking his mother. And then I won't have you anymore." 

"You will always have me, father. For I adore you. And who knows, but that I 
might give birth to a daughter, which means she will be more competition for 
her own mother on her fifteenth birthday." 

"You aren't even pregnant yet," her father said, smiling as he sat up. 
"Come, let us dress and help your mother with the household chores. Your 
sister is probably in her room preparing for worship tonight." 

Mary Jane, who was still staring through the crack in the floor, was 
stunned. The Padramors were incestuous indulgers. 

But of course. Didn't the daughters of Lot seduce their own father so they 
could become pregnant and conceive. So it was that each succeeding 
generation continued to fuck their parents as well as their later children. 
And the founding father of the Padramors, Josiah Bell, claimed to have been 
a direct descendant of Lot. In fact, his ancestors were said to have come 
from Spain, and were thrown out during the starting reign of the Inquisition 
in 1492. 

Padramor! In Spanish it could be broken down into two words; Padre-amor. 
Father-love. The padramors were people who loved their parents in every 
possible way. No wonder they hadn't multiplied as rapidly as other 
religious. Children born from incestuous relationships were always 
physically weaker. They more readily caught sick and died. Only the very 
strongest of the Padramor children survived. And she, Mary Jane Farrar, was 
one of those born from the union of a father and daughter. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The realization stunned Mary Jane. Even more stunning was the prospect of 
being her father's bedmate for at least sixteen years to come. The idea of 
having his children, and then selecting one or more of those children as 
fucking partners for the rest of her life was something totally abhorrent. 
She loved her father dearly, but she loved him as a father, and had never 
considered the idea of his being a lover. 

Was this her destiny? Was this the only thing a bleak future held in store 
for her? 

The very idea was more horrible than anything else she might have imagined. 
Having read history books, Mary Jane dreamed of being carried away by a 
Barbary pirate. Other times she had imagined herself kidnapped and forced to 
work in a bordello in Spanish Morocco. But these were all fantasies, since 
she had accepted the fact she was a Padramor. She expected, when the time 
came, she would have a husband selected for her by her father, whom she 
would accept. But that the husband should be her father was, to her mind, 
totally unacceptable. The hardships of the Padramor life were things she was 
willing to accept. Rising early in the morning, helping with the milking, 
feeding what few chickens they had, and even helping to till the soil for 
the four months of the year the land could be worked: all this in addition 
to household duties could be acceptable. But to have to bed down with her 
own father in addition was asking too much of the fourteen-year-old. 

Her father and sister were nearly dressed now. She would have to hurry and 
leave the attic before she was discovered. Opening the trapdoor, she climbed 
down out of the attic and hurried to her room. There, she quickly removed 
her yellow dress and slipped into a plaid dress she used when getting ready 
to go to worship. 

Worship! It was just an excuse to get the younger children out of the house 
so the older ones could screw with their parents. Yes, screw! She knew all 
the words. She'd heard her brothers using them when they thought she wasn't 
around. 

Well tonight, while everyone else was worshipping, she would sneak back to 
the house and find out just what really went on. How depraved could her 
parents be? she wondered. Parents? Hell! Her mother and herself shared the 
same father. And it was possible mother was pregnant again. Only this time, 
from what she gathered after overhearing what had been said between her 
father and sister, the sire of the bun in mother's oven was one of her 
brothers. The Bible supposedly frowned on incest. And yet, it was a worse 
sin for a man's seed to be wasted than to be pumped into one of his 
daughters. So said the Good Book. The Ten Commandments did not condemn it. 
But then the Ten Commandments were only for Jews, Christians, and offshoots 
of the Christian Sects, such as the Pilgrims, the Mormons, the Quakers and 
such. The Padramors were not an offshoot of any religion. Lot never really 
followed his Uncle Abraham's ways. He believed in the One God, but otherwise 
all resemblances to other Judeo-Christian religions ended right there. The 
Padramors were unique. They were a religion unto themselves, using the 
various bibles of other religions because no Padramor could take time off 
from his labors to write a separate bible. 

When Abby came to the bedroom she shared with Mary Jane, she showed no sign 
of the activity she had enjoyed with their father. She was smiling, 
cheerful, and in a hurry to change into a plain, brown ankle-length dress so 
she could help her mother with the cooking. 

A short time later Mary Jane's brothers came in. They had longer school 
hours than the girls because their schooling would end more abruptly. At the 
age of twenty every Padramor male had to have gone through four years of 
college and come home with a degree. Then he would set to work building his 
own little farm, usually from the remnants of a farm having belonged to an 
ancestor. He would also take a wife, though Mary Jane now realized why many 
of the Padramor men remained single for so long. They had to wait for the 
girls they sired on their mothers to grow up. Once a girl reached the age of 
fifteen, she was eligible for marriage. Where there was more than one 
daughter, the father could, at his discretion, allow the daughter to be 
married off elsewhere, provided the husband did not sire the first child oh 
his wife. Once a week the wife would return to her father's house and go 
through the incest ritual. After the first child had been born, the husband 
was then permitted to sire children on his wife, starting a new strain, 
provided he would fuck each of his daughters when they came of age, and his 
wife would give her cunt to each of her sons at the proper time. 

True, Mary Jane's father showed a preference for Abby. But then, he was 
already married to their mother, who was also his daughter. This meant that 
although he could not marry either daughter, he could go on keeping them 
with him, refusing to allow them to marry, until the sons he'd sired on them 
were old enough, at which time each would marry his own mother. 

Mary Jane began shivering. She couldn't go on knowing this was all the 
future held in store for her. But she had to make certain. She had to see 
for herself the relationship between her mother and brothers, as well as a 
further relationship between her sister and father. 

Supper time arrived. Everyone sat around the big dining room table. Hezekiah 
Farrar said grace, then they all began eating. The food of the Padramors was 
mostly bread, dairy products, and vegetables, with a chicken thrown in on 
special occasions. Cattle would have found it difficult, to survive on 
Bell's Landing, and the Padramors were too poor to buy meat in Maine. 

Much of the money came in via the tourist trade. People came to Bell's 
Landing to see the way the Padramors lived, and to purchase souvenirs. Most 
important was the skiing. In the center of the island was a high mountain, 
and even when the snow fell lightly on the rest of the island, it blanketed 
the mountain and skiers came from all over the world. The skiing lodge, 
which was far away from the village, brought in nearly forty per cent of all 
the money earned on Bell's Landing. The lodge itself, was owned jointly by 
all the families on the island, and the younger men took turns running it. 
But the Padramor women were forbidden to go anywhere near the lodge, unless 
helping. 

When supper was over, the girls helped their mother and grandmother clear 
the table and wash the dishes. By then it was nearly a quarter to eight, and 
Mary Jane had to go to the worship-house. 

Taking her coat from the nearby closet, she said her goodbyes to the rest of 
the family, then left. She knew she would have to go to the worship-house. 
If she weren't seen, her absence might be reported to some member of the 
family. 

She arrived at eight o'clock, hung up her coat in the small cloakroom, then 
took a seat at the rear of the prayer room. Other girls, most of whom were 
younger than she, smiled and nodded at her, and she nodded back. She also 
nodded to the prayer master, as well as to the matron who made certain no 
talking went on during the services. 

The services began a few minutes later, and Mary Jane knew they would take 
more than three hours. At one time it had all seemed so solemn and 
mysterious to her. Now she knew it for what it was, a lot of nonsense 
designed to keep the children from becoming curious while the real rituals 
of the Padramors took place in bedrooms all over the island. 

After ten minutes, Mary Jane silently rose from her seat, making certain the 
prayer master and the matron weren't looking. She quietly eased out of the 
door, signaling to a nearby girl that she was going to the ladies' room. 
Then she hurried to the cloakroom, got her coat, and silently hurried 
through the wet snow to her house. All the lights were on. 

The hinges on the back door had been recently oiled, and when she let 
herself in no one heard her. Nor did they hear her climb up to the attic, 
open the trapdoor, and slip inside. 

The bedroom shared by her three brothers was right next to her parents' 
bedroom, and Mary Jane was curious as to what was going on there. The same 
crack that allowed her to see into her parents' bedroom extended almost all 
the way across the attic floor. Hers was the only bedroom not in line with 
it. 

Using the same blanket she had used earlier, to keep her dress from getting 
dirty, Mary Jane stretched out on the floor and peered through the crack 
into her brothers' room. And there were her three brothers, Bob, Paul, and 
Michael all naked with bodies as solid as her father's. Especially solid 
were the three penises sticking out from their groins. All three had 
phalluses resembling that of their father, Hezekiah. All had purple heads, 
and all were thick. Bob's was the thickest. Paul's was the longest. 
Michael's was probably the most proportionate, being neither excessively 
thick nor very long. 

All three brothers had hook-shaped noses, like their father. Bob was already 
sporting a mustache. Paul was going bald on top, and Michael, even totally 
naked, insisted on wearing his steel-rimmed glasses. 

The two older brothers were sitting on chairs off to the side while Michael, 
the youngest, was on the bed with his mother, Peggy. 

Mary Jane could feel her own nipples pressing into the fabric of her dress 
and rubbing against the hard floor under the blanket. For the first time she 
became conscious of them. Hot shivers chased themselves through her belly 
and loins, and she had to cup her breasts in her own palms to keep herself 
from shivering. 

She stared at the unutterable loveliness of her mother. Peggy had a very 
alluring body, with pert, uptilted pink-tipped breasts, a soft, slightly 
rounded belly, and pubic hair that glittered as if the sun shone out from 
between her thighs. 

Peggy was writhing on the bed, letting her sons admire 'the body of which 
she was so proud. Michael was staring at his mother's loveliness with his 
tongue already hanging out of his mouth. He was balanced on one elbow, 
turned to the side, looking at the torso so close to his own. 

Mary Jane's fingers pressed into her breasts as she started, watching the 
way her mother began lightly kissing her youngest son, her tongue lightly 
playing from her mouth to his as he responded. Her hand stroked Michael's 
stomach, and Michael began to tremble all over. Then she rubbed the points 
of her breasts all over Michael's shuddering body, causing new icy chills to 
trickle up and down his frame. 

Mary Jane watched her brother's cock continue creaming, leaking drop after 
drop of sticky lubrication almost like a faulty hose after it had been 
turned off. The oil made the flanged head glisten and shine as it swelled 
and receded, throbbing. Veins and arteries seemed to pulse through its 
marble-like shaft, circling right down to the bottom where, at the weighty 
base, a cushion of dark, curly brown hair nestled. Mary Jane watched as her 
mother's fingers began to dance lightly along the shaft. 

"That's a wonderful prick, Michael," Peggy said to her youngest son. "I'm 
always aroused by the sight of it. It's shaped so perfectly. I absolutely 
love it, especially the colorful tip, so shiny and wet. Is my body as 
alluring to you, my wonderful son?" 

Mary Jane could hear Michael swallow before relying, "Of course, mother. You 
have a wonderful body. Mmmmmphhh! When you rub those nipples against my 
thighs I feel as I'm going to shoot right out in the open." 

Too aghast to be sickened, Mary Jane stared raptly at the scene below, 
watching as her mother's mouth began kissing Michael's body all over, her 
hands fondling his upright prong the entire time. When Peggy's mouth came up 
to Michael's, they began a tongue duel, darting from one mouth to the other, 
lunging, stabbing. Their bodies pressed more tightly together, one writhing 
against the other like slippery satin against smooth velvet. 

Peggy stopped kissing her son, lifted her body, moved a bit higher, and 
pressed the turgid nipple of her left breast to her son's eager lips. His 
mouth locked tightly onto the nipple as his hands wandered unseeingly over 
her smooth skin. 

"Yes, my wonderful son," Peggy was murmuring. "That's the right way. Suck 
it, dearest boy. Lick it, chew the nipple a bit. Ohhh, yesss, that feels 
ever so good." 

Her son's palms were pressing the round, satiny cheeks of her luscious 
behind now, his fingers squeezing as they sought to discover the softness 
and roundness, once more feeling the wonderful sensation of their fullness. 
His mouth sucked all the more strongly on her full boob until Peggy 
was"-unable to stand it any longer. 

Peggy would have continued playing with her youngest had there not been two 
more sons to service. She had to hurry things along lest they become 
impatient. 

Raising her slender, lithe form, Peggy pulled her nipple from Michael's 
questing mouth, falling back on her knees while reaching down to caress the 
hot length of his cock. 

"I have the feeling this time we're going to have a good one," she 
whispered, almost too inaudible for Mary Jane to hear. 

She straddled her son, letting her pussy rub against the lance of his prick. 
Mary Jane could not really see the way her mother's cuntlips seemed to 
nibble on the hot seething pole of her brother's aching dong, but she was 
able to see the way her brother was reaching down with both hands, fumbling 
around, trying to push the head of his shuddering cock through the mat of 
blonde hair, into the wet maw in the center. 

"I'll do it," Peggy whispered. "Let me do it. Here, feel the way I'm 
pressing the point of your wonderful cock against the leaking crack between 
my pussylips. Don't you love it?" 

Michael sighed, his rigid body so tight he was actually arching, thrusting 
his center up to meet that of his mother's. He ground his fulcrum around and 
around as Mary Jane watched the rapture on her brother's face, noting his 
eyes were closed and his chin pointed right at where she was. She stared, 
unable to tear her eyes from the scene as Peggy began pointing the lubed 
head of his tense cock into the sucking maw surrounded by her shiny pubic 
hair. The rigid pole seemed to move with Peggy's body as she raised herself, 
inserted it, and then slowly, very slowly began easing herself gently down, 
her soaking sheath totally surrounding the entrapped phallic dome, pushing 
its spongy rigidity between the nursing vulva lips of her inflamed cunt. 

Peggy's hips began rotating in tight, squishy circles as his thick, solid 
cock began slowly sliding into her gulping pussy. His hard, youthful skewer 
pushed anxiously into the sucking grotto that swallowed more and more of it 
until the entire length of Michael's hot prick just seemed to disappear into 
her hot cunt, completely engulfed by the maw behind the stretched labia now 
kissing his pelvis. 

Mary Jane shuddered, seeing how easily her mother accepted the throbbing 
pole of her own son into her swallowing center. It was horrible. How could 
her mother do anything so ... terrible? 

She heard Peggy sigh with thrilling contentment as her loins spiraled their 
way around Michael's upthrust pole. He was reaching forward with his hand, 
and using his thumb to rub his mother's itching clit. 

Then Peggy fell forward, locking his hand between them, letting her tits 
fall against his chest, gluing her mouth to his, letting her tongue run riot 
through his mouth. Her ass, the top of which Mary Jane could now see, was 
racing up and down in strong, continuous strokes. Mary Jane, because of the 
way her mother was bent forward, could see her brother's balls protrude each 
time her mother raised her ass. At one point Peggy moved so far forward, 
Mary Jane could make out the staff going in and out of Peggy's sucking 
pussy. The cock looked longer, wetter, and even harder, now. 

"Oh, yes, yes," Peggy was squealing. "Shove that wonderful prong into your 
mother's devouring hole, my wonderful son. Ram it right in up to the hilt. 
Stuff it in, stuff it in, stuff ... ahhhhh ... good .. . ooooooh ..." 

Mary Jane suddenly realized her own hands were pressing her breasts in 
rhythm to the way her mother was fucking her brother. She was actually 
breathing in time to the way her mother's ass bounced on her brother's 
penis. 

Something was happening inside her own body. This was terrible. Her mother 
was madly riding her brother, doing something that was wrong, and yet she, 
Mary Jane, who was disgusted by the idea, suddenly found herself being 
turned on. 

Michael wasn't just lying there. His body was lunging upward, slamming his 
knifing cock up into his mother at breakneck speed. His fingers were planted 
solidly in his mother's butt, trying to dig holes in the flesh. His heels 
were dug into the mattress as he slammed his seething cock up rapidly into 
the slurping cavern tightly gripping him. 

Their beat began to pick up, the pace hotly increasing as they slammed 
together again and again, writhing and wriggling, separating for a fraction 
of a second only to slam smartly into one another's fulcrums once more. 

"Fuck... fuck... fuck ..." Peggy was chanting in time to the way her ass 
pounded against her son's body. "Shove that masterful spike deeper and 
deeper... yeahhhhh ... fuck it in ... ooooh ... it feels soooooo good in 
there ... ahhhh ... so good ... oh, so wonderful.. .fuck ... fuck ... fuck 
... fuck ..." 

Michael finally managed to pull his hand free from between his body and that 
of his mother. Now both hands could tightly grip the full, rounded cheeks of 
his mother's ass. Michael shuddered and gasped, feeling the tight greasiness 
of his mother cling to him tenaciously. He humped into her gobbling cunt 
with all his might and main. 

"Can't hold back," he murmured. "Just can't hold it back." 

"Let it come," Peggy urged. "Shoot it out, come on my darling son. Shoot 
your wonderful sperm into me." 

"Oh, ma," he breathed. "Ma, ma, I can feel it building ... it's moving 
higher inside ... me ..." 

"Yes, yessss," she urged. "Come on, Michael, come. Fill me full of your 
white-hot cream. I want it, I want it." 

"Uhhhhh ..." he responded. 

"I... can feel it... too," she muttered. "Yes, my wonderful son. I can feel 
the orgasm. Faster, faster..." 

"Can't... uhhhh ... move any ... faster ... ohhhhh Goddddd! Here I 
commmmmmmme ..." 

His body began twitching and jerking in all directions at once as his hips 
pumped high, firing wads of heavy white paste into his mother's tight pussy. 
She bounced and shuddered, feeling every pulsating shot splash into the 
depths of her sopping cunt. 

"Coming ..." she screamed. "I'm ... com-mmmming ... commmmming ... 
commmmming ... eeeeaaaaaahhhhh ..." 

She slammed her ass hard against his pelvis, making his tight balls bounce 
in their shrunken scrotum sac. He responded by ramming his own shooting cock 
higher into her simmering womb, firing a continuous stream of white sperm 
far up into her bubbling depths. Both gasped and puffed as they struggled, 
clinging tightly to one another as their orgasms completely overwhelmed 
them. For more than a minute each was as taut as a bowstring, simply 
pressing against the other's pelvis as their hands clung tightly to one 
another. 

Peggy's lush body, with her full rounded tits, rubbed itself strongly 
against her son's hairy chest. She was sighing and whimpering all at once as 
she felt his strong cock slowly begin to soften. 

"Oh, Michael, Michael," she whispered, "that was the best one we've ever had 
together. You are truly wonderful." 

She rolled off her youngest son and lay face up, staring at the ceiling, not 
even noticing the crack through which Mary Jane was staring at her. Her eyes 
shone with the brilliance of total satisfaction. 

My God' Mary Jane thought to herself. She loves it. She loves being fucked 
by her own son. And in a few minutes she's going to be fucked by another 
son, and yet another. And to her there's no shame. She feels nothing wrong. 
How could she? How could my own mother allow herself to be degraded by 
incest and lust?" 

"Just a few minutes, Paul," Peggy was saying. "Just a few minutes to catch 
my breath, and we can begin." 

"Sure thing, Ma," Paul replied, sitting back with an amused smirk on his 
face. 

Hearing sounds coming from the master bedroom, Mary Jane moved her body 
until she could peer into that room. She saw her father and sister already 
in a torrid embrace, hugging and kissing. She saw her sister's hand reaching 
inside her own cunt and take out a large gob of lubricant which she smeared 
all over her father's rampant cock. She smeared it on every part of the 
solid cock, then coated his balls, as well. In the meantime, her father's 
fingers were playing with Abby's sopping pussylips, lightly running around 
the rim. 

"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, taking her lips from her father's, "that feels so 
nice, daddy." 

"Relax, lovely daughter," Farrar muttered. "Just relax. Keep those clinging 
lips nice and loose so I can slide in all the more easily. You have such a 
beautifully tight pussy, Abby. It's so lovely, if I didn't have a use for it 
right now, I'd just sit and stare at it. And every time I finger it I go 
crazy." 

Mary Jane was trembling too, wondering just how much of a thrill her sister 
could get from feeling her father's fingers touch her open pussylips. She 
had fingered her own pussy once, and she hadn't had anything special from 
it. She stared at the way her father was gently touching the outer labia, 
working his fingertip up and down in Abby's juicing crack, watching the way 
the labia seemed to have a life of their own as they appeared to want to 
tighten and loosen their hold on his finger. Abby was already squirming, her 
tight buttocks resting next to her father's ass, humping forward and back in 
natural movements. 

"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, "that feels so good, Daddy. You really know how to 
make me feel good in there." 

Reaching out, Farrar grabbed a pillow, and when Abby lifted her ass, he 
stuffed it under her, tilting her pussy up toward him. 

"Stay calm, you beautiful girl," he muttered. "Stay nice and calm and let me 
slide it all the way into you." 

"Yes, Father," Abby sighed. "I want all of it, right up to the hilt. I want 
to feel your pubic hairs tickle my pussylips. All the way in." 

"That's where it's going," her father assured her. "All the way in." 

Abby lay back on the bed, her ass raised by the pillow, and Farrar hovered 
over her, aiming the swollen knob of his throbbing prick into the mushy 
center of her lightly distended cuntlips. Mary Jane, her hands still holding 
her own breasts, felt her heart thud in her chest as she watched her father 
push carefully, gently forcing the knobby tip into her sister's sopping 
slit. She could see Abby's pussy was much smaller and tighter than Peggy's. 
Not that Peggy's was loose or overlarge, but Abby's was exceedingly tight 
and narrow. It made her wonder about her own cunt. 

She stared as the blunted point of her father's cock began parting the slick 
lips of her sister's slender, sucking hole. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Abby muttered. "Oh, yes, I can feel it starting to slide 
in. It feels so wonderfully big and good." 

Farrar was shoving steadily and strongly now. The flanged glans penetrated 
her cunt, forcing the sticky labia to open wide and gobble it in. Abby moved 
her butt around, doing her best to draw him into her, her hands all but 
grabbing his ass as she tried to literally tug him into her. Her nipples 
were hard pebbles, cutting and scratching his chest as he pressed against 
her. 

To Mary Jane the sight was incredible. Her father's rigid tool, which had 
appeared much too big to fit into Abby's mouth earlier, had gone in with 
ease. Now it was sliding into Abby's cunt which was a much tighter hole. She 
was panting with her sister, almost feeling the thick, meaty schvance as it 
moved into her sister as if it were actually moving into her. 

"All the way in," Abby begged. "Come on, Daddy. All the way in." 

Farrar pushed a little harder, pushing his meat a bit more deeply into his 
daughter's seething pussy, spreading the tight, wet labia a bit wider, 
ramming his solid gristle between them. Mary Jane felt sympathetic pains as 
the cock pushed farther into Abby's steaming slot. But Abby was feeling no 
pain; only pleasure. How could any pussy hold such a thick piece of meat? 
Mary Jane wondered. She watched her father strain to shove his strong cock a 
little deeper, hearing her sister sigh with rapture. She watched her father 
balance himself on his knees as he reached down and grabbed a handful of 
asscheeks on each side and pull her body toward his, powering his mighty 
tool deeper and deeper. And then his rigid wand slammed in to its utmost, 
right up to the hairy, dangling balls. They slammed into his daughter's 
perineum as both father and offspring sighed with ecstasy. Mary Jane could 
see the shudders moving through the two of them and wondered how they could 
enjoy themselves so much, steeped in sin as they were. 

She stared as her father simply pressed his mighty dong as far into Abby's 
pussy as it would go and grind it around and around inside, enjoying the 
thrill of its squeezing, practiced grip, causing static to shoot through his 
body, thrilling to the wonderful silken caress of her inner tunnel; the 
lubricated satin surrounding his prong with love and adoration. 

Then, very slowly, he began backing out, carefully, easily, in spite of 
Abby's literally fighting with all her vaginal muscles to keep it locked 
inside her. She heaved upward ramming her pelvis toward him as she took her 
entire weight on her heels and shoulders. 

"Don't pull it out, daddy," she begged. "Don't let me lose that wonderful 
feeling. I love the way it fills me and makes me feel so complete. To think 
I was once a part of you, and now I've come back to be a part of you all 
over again." 

Mary Jane watched as her father paused for an instant, then tightened his 
ass and shoved his long impaler home again, ramming it far into the 
squeezing, sucking pussy, then drawing it back as Abby automatically 
responded by backing away herself. And then the regular rhythm began, back 
and forth, back and forth, with the mighty prod easing its way in and out 
with loud, squishy sounds. 

Remembering how quickly Michael had shot once he'd had his cock planted 
inside his mother's tight quim, Mary Jane wondered how her father managed to 
control himself for so long. She knew her sister's clinging pussy must be 
hotter, stickier, and pulling with greater friction, yet her daddy just kept 
pumping with strong, solid, regular strokes. It was Abby who was going to 
come first. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she screeched. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, just keeping 
that wonderful stick pumping. I can feel it coming from deep down inside. 
Don't slow down now." 

"Don't... uhhhh... worry," she was assured by her father as he continued 
slamming his prong in and out with all his strength. "I'm going to make my 
wonderful -daughter enjoy herself as she always does." 

"Don't come first," she begged. 

"After the way you sucked me off earlier today, there's no ... uhhhh ... 
danger of ... oooooh ... that," he assured her. 

Her body began to stiffen even more, and Mary Jane wondered whether her 
sister was tightening up from pain. She couldn't conceive of anything so 
pleasurable it would cause the entire body to become so rigid. 

"Heeeeere I commmme ... uggguughhhhhh!" she squealed and then grunted, and 
then she was thrashing wildly from side to side as her father's weighty cock 
continued churning in and out. 

The pressure of her cuntwalls on his cock became too much, and soon Hezekiah 
Farrar felt his own orgasm start to build. His fingers squeezed his 
daughter's asscheeks and he bellowed a loud, "aaaaauuuuuugggghhhhh!" And 
then he was firing heavy blasts of creamy rope into his tender daughter's 
burning pussy, enhancing the feeling she, herself was receiving from her own 
orgasm. His sperm splashed itself heavily into the tight tunnel as his balls 
squeezed against the groin between his thighs as if in an effort to break 
out. And his balls continued pulsing as he blasted gouts of steaming come 
into her squeezing hole again and again, drenching his daughter's, sweet 
cunt. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mary Jane's mother was in the process of sucking on her middle son's cock as 
Mary Jane quietly slipped out of the attic and silently left the house by 
way of the back door. She ran blindly through the cold, wet night, tears 
streaming down her face. 

It was horrible. It was absolutely nightmarish. And what made it all seem so 
much worse was the fact that they were all enjoying themselves. . 

Was it really possible her grandmother was a part of all this as well? Was 
her mother really the result of the coupling of her father and his mother? 

She had more than two hours before services were over. That was more than 
enough time to discover whether or not her grandmother was sleeping with her 
uncle Mike, for whom her third brother had been named. 

As a little girl, she and her sister had played with the female daughters of 
their Uncle Mike; their cousins. Now Mary Jane wondered just how closely she 
was related to the two daughters of her uncle. He was supposedly married to 
Aunt Evelyn. Was Aunt Evelyn, who was much younger, than her (Mary Jane's) 
mother, the daughter of her grandmother, sired originally by Uncle Mike? If 
so, their branch of the Padramors were proving exceptionally strong. There 
hadn't been a death in the family as long as Mary Jane could remember. She 
recalled how many other families recorded deaths of infants at birth and 
hadn't been able to understand why the Padramor mortality rate was so high. 

Now that she thought about it, she realized there were more Padramors with 
the Farrar name than any other family. There were at least three dozen 
Padramor families named Farrar. Mary Jane had wondered if most of the others 
were related to her. Now she knew. At least she thought she knew. She had to 
go to her uncle's house and make certain. 

Her uncle lived ten minutes away from her house. She all but ran, reaching 
the farm cottage, similar to the one she lived in, in less than eight 
minutes. The cold weather was really giving her a chill. And the dampness 
wasn't helping. 

No one on Bell's Landing locked their doors. It wasn't necessary. Honestly 
was one of the traits ingrained into all Padramors from birth. 

Once she reached her uncle's house, Mary Jane moved quietly around to the 
side, trying to peer into the windows. But all the curtains had been drawn. 
Going to the back door, she opened it. It creaked a little, but not enough 
to be heard by anyone behind a closed door. Entering, she shut the door 
behind her. Her two female cousins would be at worship, so she didn't have 
to worry about running into either of them. Her only male cousin, Albert, a 
slimy weasel if ever there was one, was six months older than she, which 
meant he would be in the house with his mother, if everything was going on 
in this house as it was going on in her own house. 

Moving toward the bedrooms, she noticed both doors were all but totally 
closed. Albert's bedroom was on her left as she moved down the little 
hallway, and when she peered through the crack in the door, she saw Aunt 
Evelyn dallying with her own son. It made Mary Jane wonder at the strength 
of maternal love. Her aunt's love had to be terribly strong, to love the 
pipe stem-thin imitation of a male known as Cousin Albert. The mere sight of 
him fully clothed was enough to create a nausea in Mary Jane. Looking at his 
naked body through the barely open door made her want to retch then and 
there. He was disgusting. 

Bypassing Albert's room, she went to the door of the master bedroom. It, 
too, was open just a little bit. And her breath stuck in her throat as she 
peered inside. Her uncle and her grandmother were both totally undressed. He 
was lying back on the bed, and she was sitting on the edge, massaging his 
fully-erect cock. Her grandmother's fingers were lightly dancing over the 
phallic probe again and again, lightly tickling their way up and down the 
stolid shaft and caressing his testicles. Her uncle's eyes were shut. One of 
his arms was around his mother's torso with a breast cupped in the hand, his 
fingers pulling gently on the nipple. 

As Mary Jane watched, she saw her grandmother's youthful face rest against 
her uncle's chest, her pink tongue reaching out and licking his nipple. 
Unconsciously she compared her uncle's penis to that of her brothers and 
father, and decided it was a tiny thing. Maybe that was why he'd sired such 
a scrawny-looking son. Nevertheless it was solid and erect. And her 
grandmother's silver head was now kissing its way down his body toward the 
solid pole. At the same time she let her tits rub their nipples along his 
belly as she raised a knee and brought it down on the other" side of her 
son's head. Mary Jane had to hold her breath, afraid the sound of her 
inhaling and exhaling would give her away. She watched as her grandmother's 
lips kissed their way light toward her uncle's pelvis. Mike was shivering 
with delightful anticipation as his mother's mouth began nipping at the 
fringe of brown hair covering his pelvis. 

Mary Jane stood fascinated as her grandmother's tongue began lapping her 
uncle's pelvis, working through the matted growth of brown forest while her 
agile fingers continued teasing his nuts, stopping every now and again to 
tickle their way up the shaft and tease the swollen purple bulb, making it 
leak another colorless drop. Her hand grasped the hot tip of his throbbing 
cock and began smearing the liquid all over the phallic probe, lubricating 
it from top to bottom. 

Stretching a bit more, she tugged the penis to one side, dipped her silver 
head down, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Mary Jane shivered as 
she saw her grandmother working the wrinkled sac with her lips and pressing 
the testicles with her tongue. The action was driving her uncle bananas. His 
hands were tightly gripping his mother's ass-cheeks as his head swiftly 
moved from side to side, kissing one thigh, and then the other. 

How could she do such dirty things? Mary Jane wondered, staring as her 
grandmother sucked and lapped slowly, taking her time about enjoying 
everything, licking and lapping up and down the solid, meaty prick, slurping 
her tongue along the topside of it, sucking on the pulsating dome. She was 
building him higher and higher. 

Then she began shaking her lower half, letting her mossy center press 
against his face. 

"Eat it, my son," she whispered. "Eat it as only you can. Make me ascend to 
the heavens with your tongue. Do to my cunt that which I do to your cock. I 
love your wonderful staff, and enjoy kissing it, sucking it, tasting it, and 
giving you pleasure the entire time." 

Her Uncle Mike's hands tightened in the rounded globes of his mother's ass, 
and with a deep, longing sigh, he sank his face into her sodden center, 
burying his mouth in the soft, liver-like flesh between her silver pubic 
curls. 

"Uhhhh," the older woman sighed, feeling her son's mouth begin eating her 
pussy, and opening her lips wide, used them to completely surround the head 
of his prong, as her tongue began madly lapping. 

Gripping his prick, she forced her mouth ever lower until she had engulfed 
the full hardness of him and her lips were kissing his balls and pelvis. She 
sucked strongly, then bobbed her head up, then down, then up, down, up, 
down, continually pressing her tongue around the sensitive glans. 

Staring, Mary Jane put a hand to her throat, actually feeling the length of 
her uncle's obdurate prick as if it were in her own mouth rather than that 
of his mother's, her grandmother's. 

Her grandmother's lips were sliding up and down, making the meaty probe in 
her mouth glisten wetly. At the same time she was wiggling her own pussy 
against her son's face, writhing as his tongue obviously made inroads into 
her seething center. 

Her uncle began bouncing wildly on the bed as his mother's mouth continued 
sucking and chewing, sipping at the lubricant constantly pouring into her 
mouth. He groaned into the pussy he was lapping, and it was as if the soft 
hollowness inside echoed his sounds. Mary Jane saw his balls tighten and 
wiggle under her grandmother's expert touch, and then she saw the bottom of 
his cock actually pulsate as her grandmother's mouth rose to the top with 
her lips tightened around the glans. She realized her uncle was popping his 
wad as he bounced on the bed, pumping his prick ever higher, squirting the 
lubricious contents of his balls into her mouth. And her grandmother 
swallowed voraciously, just as she'd seen her sister swallowing the seed 
from her father's penis. 

And then her grandmother's thighs tightened around her uncle's head as, with 
her mouth still locked on her uncle's withering cock, she began squirming 
and writhing, moving from one side to the other, squeezing his face tightly, 
making soft, almost sibilant moaning sounds with her lips still surrounding 
the grape-colored head of her uncle's lessening cock. Strong, muscular 
ripples showed in the tightening of her asscheeks as she stiffened and 
pressed her pussy deeply into his gobbling mouth. 

Mary Jane couldn't stand to watch more. She had to get out before she was 
detected. 

Silently, she eased her way down the tiny hal moved to the back door, and 
let herself out. On outside in the cold, damp, dark night, she ran toward 
the worship house. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her cheeks as sobs 
came pouring from her throat 

What kind of evil is this? she wondered. How had it been able to continue 
undetected all those years? 

"God in Heaven," she whispered through her sobs. "Please show me the right 
way. How can I indulge in this terrible thing? I read where most of the 
world is happy. Where men and women who never knew one another meet, fall in 
love, and marry. Please let me find someone to love. I don't want to give my 
body to my father, nor do I want to bear any sons who will use me later. 
Please help me. 

Stunned, completely at a loss as to what to do, she headed for the worship 
house. She wondered now if the prayer master, and his sister, the matron, 
were also sleeping together. Why not? It was happening with everyone else in 
Bell's Landing. 

Marriage was a ceremony which allowed people to sleep together any night of 
the week. But without any kind of nuptial blessing, mothers and sons, and 
fathers and daughters were spending one night a week in copulation. It was 
every Friday night; holy night. Friday was their holy day, as well. It was 
the day everyone rested from his or her work. But this was only to be 
expected, because the tourists flooded in on Saturday and Sunday, and 
everyone in Bell's Landing had to do what they could to keep the tourists 
believing the Padramors were as simple as the Quakers in their beliefs. The 
only thing they couldn't hide was the electricity, but it proved to be a 
boon rather than a detriment. Because of electricity, they had been able to 
build the tourist lodge on the other side of the island, near the mountain. 
Tourist dollars in both Winter and Summer abetted what they earned from 
their farms and dairies. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Worship services were more than half over when Mary Jane returned. She sat 
listlessly through the rest of the service. When it was over, she returned 
home. Her parents, her grandmother, her sister, and her brothers were all 
up, reading the various farm and dairy journals or mail order catalogs. 
There was no sign anything had taken place while she was gone. 

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Mary Jane lay awake, wondering 
if she would suffer some sort of breakdown after having witnessed what she'd 
seen. She remembered more than one girl on the island had suffered some sort 
of mental malady at the age of fifteen, and now she knew why. These girls 
had not been able to accept incest. All of them were kept locked in the 
mental ward of the island's only hospital, where they were allowed to talk 
to no one. No, Mary Jane would not allow this to happen to her. She had to 
get away from the island, and if anyone suspected she would not accept the 
Padramor ways, she knew she would be locked up, as well. Her fifteenth 
birthday was only weeks away. She remembered her sister had gone for 
"instruction" a few weeks prior to her own fifteenth birthday. That meant 
she would probably go, herself, very shortly. She had only until her 
birthday to escape. And she would have only one chance. If she missed it, 
she would never get another chance. Once a girl was locked up in the "Mental 
Ward," there was no hope of being released. 

To escape, she would need outside help. The only place she would find that 
was at the tourist lodge. Yes, she would go there. She would offer her 
services as a waitress. She had never been to the lodge, since it was 
forbidden for anyone not working there to have anything to do with it. 
Frivolity was forbidden in the Padramor religion. 

Imagine that! she thought to herself. Frivolity was forbidden, but incest 
was a must. 

Any girl over the age of twelve was permitted to volunteer to work at the 
lodge, provided work was all they did. All tips they received were to be 
turned to the community fund, to be shared equally among all the families. 
After all, each of the Padramor families accepted its share of expenses in 
maintaining the lodge, just as each supplied at least one son in rotation to 
make sure the lodge was well-run. 

Bob would be going to the lodge in the morning. It was his week to see the 
lodge remained a comfortable place for the tourists, and with Bob acting as 
the manager, Mary Jane knew she would have no trouble getting a waitress 
job. She would have to be there early every morning to serve breakfast, then 
clear the table and set it for the noon meal. Then she would hurry to 
school. At fifteen minutes before noon, she would be permitted to leave 
school to serve the inn's patrons. Then she would be allowed fifteen minutes 
for her own lunch. After setting the table for the evening meal, she would 
return to school. At three o'clock she would be finished with school, but 
then she would go for "instruction." She knew it would be this week. By five 
o'clock she would be back at the inn, helping with the cocktail hour, 
serving all kinds of beverages forbidden to Padramors. At six she would wait 
on tables again until almost eight Then she would help wash dishes in the 
kitchen after which she would return home. But while a the lodge, Mary Jane 
knew she just might meet someone who could help her get away from the horror 
of incest. It was her only hope. 

Thinking about she fell asleep and dreamed about the horrible things she had 
seen taking place between her father and sister, only in her dream, she was 
a close up spectator, and when her father was finished with her sister, he 
wanted to use her. 

She awoke with her covers rammed in her mouth to keep her from screaming. 
She had to get away, no matter what happened after. She had no idea where 
she'd go, or what she'd do. But she did know the Padramor way of life no 
longer meant anything to her. She'd do it. If she had to work in a bordello 
in Spanish Morocco the rest of her life it would be worth it. At least she 
wouldn't be sleeping with her father. 

Daylight finally arrived. It was Saturday. There would be no school today or 
tomorrow. Normally she would be working in the little curio shop near the 
general store in the village. As long as she was behind a counter, wearing a 
quaint apron to fool the tourists, and had an adult nearby to keep an eye on 
her, her family allowed her to work in the store. But Mary Jane had no 
intention of working in the curio store any longer. She wanted to be a 
waitress at the lodge at the far end of the island, and she intended 
discussing it with her father at breakfast. 

When she finally did bring it up at the breakfast table, she was surprised 
to see him readily agree. 

"You're showing a sense of responsibility,'' he told her. "I like that. It 
will make facing the future much easier. We Padramors have never had an easy 
life, and being able to adapt to all circumstances has been a trait of ours. 
Yes, I think it's time you went to the lodge with your brother and helped 
out. Bob," he said to the oldest of her brothers. 'Take Mary Jane with you, 
today. I make you responsible for her behavior." 

"I can't foresee any problems," her brother said. "She's always been 
well-behaved." 

"Make sure she doesn't do or say anything that will reflect badly on us." 

"Depend on it, Father." 

After breakfast, Mary Jane was permitted to leave with her brother while her 
mother and grandmother did the dishes. She wore a green gingham dress that 
fell to her ankles, and over it she put on her heavy cloth coat. It was 
snowing again, and this time the snow was sticking. They had to wear boots 
and carry their shoes in paper bags. 

As they walked, Bob said, "Don't be shocked by anything you see there." 

"Why should I be shocked?" Mary Jane asked. 

"You'll not only wait tables on the weekend, but help make up the rooms. On 
occasion you'll walk into a room where there is no sign on the door asking 
you not to enter-. You will see things happening between men and women of 
which you are not fully aware. All the other girls pretend to ignore them as 
they are asked to carry on with their cleaning duties. Some tourists are 
ignorant savages and think they can shock our girls, or even convince them 
to join in with them. Naturally our girls have nothing to do with them. If 
they're unable to leave, they do their work as quickly as possible. If, like 
the other girls, you wish to observe, do so quietly while doing your work." 

"You act as if this goes on all the time," Mary Jane said. 

"No," he admitted, "not all the time. But more than we'd like to believe. 
Most of the tourists come for the skiing. But many come to indulge in 
private bacchanals, and it doesn't seem to bother them when the maid walks 
in." 

They continued walking for more than an hour before reaching the lodge. It 
was just far enough away from the mountain so that any possible avalanche 
might not hit it. 

Breakfast time was over when they got there, and the tables had already been 
set for lunch, so Mary Jane, after removing her coat and her boots, put on 
an apron, and helped clean the rooms and make up the beds. She was actually 
looking forward to seeing something in the vein her brother had described to 
her, earlier. But nothing happened. She didn't even meet any of the rooms' 
occupants. 

At luncheon, she was assigned five tables, each seating eight people. All 
forty seats were occupied, twenty by men and twenty by women. Mary Jane 
noted not all the women and men were paired off. Some came up as singles and 
so were placed-together at the various tables. Such was the case at two of 
her tables. And one of the men, in his mid-twenties, didn't seem the least 
bit interested in any of the girls there. 

"Is anything wrong?" she asked, while serving dessert. 

"Huh? Oh, no," he hastily replied, smiling, and she almost fainted he was so 
good looking. 

He had black hair, wavy but not too long like all the others who were there. 
His features weren't classic, but they were put together in such a way no 
woman could help but stare at him, as the girls on either side of him were 
doing. But he was ignoring him. Yet, when Mary Jane had spoken to him, he 
had given her a brighter smile than he'd given to any of the other girls. He 
was thin, but not gaunt. 

"Can I get you anything more?" Mary Jane asked. 

"You can get me the recipe for this pecan pie," he told her. "It's better 
than anything I can offer." 

"I don't understand," she said. 

"I own a restaurant," he explained. "I go all over the country, and 
sometimes out of the country looking for exceptional dishes. Then I try to 
get the recipe and bring it back with me." 

"Oh, then you're not a skier." 

"Heck, no. I'd break my neck if I tried." 

"You mean you're actually here on business?" 

"Sounds crazy, I know," he nodded, "but it's true. D'you think you can get 
me the recipe?" 

"Gee, I guess so," she nodded. "It might take a little time, though. I can 
give it to you in the lobby, later on." 

"Great. I'll be near one of the picture windows looking out at all that 
snow." 

"I'll find you, Mr.. .." 

"Benson, Ronny Benson. All my friends call me Ronny." 

"I'll have the recipe for you a little later, Mr. Benson." 

"Ronny, please." 

"I'd like some more coffee," the frizzy redhead to Ronny Benson's right 
announced. "How about it, little girl." 

"Oh, certainly," Mary Jane replied, and went to get the coffee percolator. 

As she walked away she heard the redhead saying, "Since when are you playing 
with babies, Ronny?" 

She didn't hear the reply. 

After lunch, she helped clear the tables, put fresh table cloths on them, 
spread the clean dishes and flatware while she took the used dishes and 
utensils to the kitchen and helped wash and dry them. 

The pastry chef, actually a chef-ess, gave her the pecan pie recipe, which 
called for extra vanilla, and she tucked it into the pocket of her gingham 
dress. 

She went to the lobby and spotted Ronny. She gave him the recipe and stood 
and talked with him for nearly two hours. She was entranced by his good 
looks, by the intelligent way he spoke, and by his gentlemanly manners. 

That evening at dinner, she gave him the best portions of roast chicken 
(there was no beef served at all on Bell's Landing), and even made certain 
he got the largest piece of peach pie. Anticipating his request, she got him 
the recipe for that, as well. 

That night, after going home with Bob and going to bed, she decided Ronny 
Benson might well be the one to help her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The following morning, she and her brother awoke before the rest of the 
family and hurried to the inn before breakfast. Snow had fallen all the 
previous day, and they had to walk through two foot drifts. Nevertheless 
they reached the inn well before breakfast time and even had a few minutes 
to enjoy a hot cup of chocolate and some cinnamon buns, themselves. 

The breakfast serving went quickly enough. Ronny was there, smiling and 
bright. He had old-fashioned sideburns that came down to his jawline. They 
seemed to enhance his features and perhaps they contributed to his good 
looks. 

After breakfast, she prepared the table for the noon meal, then went about 
making up the rooms. And that was when she encountered the kind of trouble 
her brother had warned her about. 

There was no sign on the door, so she went right in. 

"Come right on in, honey," the frizzy redhead called out. 

It was the same redhead who sat at the dining room table, next to Ronny 
Benson. She hadn't been down to breakfast, and Mary Jane could see why. The 
girl was more than a little drunk. She had another girl in the room, a 
brunette, and both were baby-naked. Not so the two men in the room. Both men 
had dark brown hair, and both also sat at the same dining room table. One 
was called Mitch something-or-other, and the other man was known as Earl. 
Mitch was short and compact, while Earl was tall, heavy, and sported a 
walrus mustache. Both men were in their underwear. They had probably come 
back to the girls' room the previous night, but all of them had been too 
drunk to do anything at the time. They'd fallen asleep after stripping down 
as far as they'd gotten. Her entering had apparently awakened them. While 
Mitch got up and staggered to the bathroom, Earl yawned and licked his 
chops, saying nothing as he climbed onto one of the beds (he and Mitch had 
sacked out on the floor), and then managed to get to his feet. 

"Hi ya honey," he yawned at Mary Jane. Then he smiled and said, "Wanna see 
somethin'? He sucked in his fat gut and tugged his underpants down revealing 
a monstrous cock, as thick as the barrel of an eight gauge single-barrel 
shotgun, and almost as long; only the skin was all pink and topped off with 
a violet, uncircumcised point. The knob at the top of the boner looked like 
an unpeeled onion. 

Mary Jane, after having seen her parents, grandmother, uncle and sister 
bobbing away at one another no longer felt any kind of shock. She turned 
away from them and began using the vacuum cleaner she had brought with her, 
on the carpet. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Earl beckon to the 
redhead, who got up off the bed and walked over to where he was leaning 
against a bar in the corner of the room. "Earl shoved the redhead almost 
violently against the bar, bent his knees somewhat, using them to part her 
thighs at the same time, then began rubbing his hand up and down inside the 
redhead's already-wet cunt. 

"I like to fuck standing up," he yelled, loud enough to be heard over the 
sound of the vacuum cleaner. 

Using his fingers to keep her leaking pussylips wide apart, he used his 
other hand to guide his phallic probe up into her seething, tight quim, 
ramming it right into the tight orifice with a single upward flexing of his 
hips. The redhead slipped her arms around his corpulent body, clinging 
tightly to the weighty torso beneath his undershirt as she went into a wild, 
almost insane gyration, slamming her slurping cunt back and forth in insane, 
mad twists and turns, as if she were corkscrewing herself onto his cock, 
slowly working her way down to the base. She screeched in delightful 
ecstasy, feeling his solid meat drive all the way up into her fiery center. 

As the plunging prick moved back and forth, revealing itself partially on 
each backstroke, Mary Jane saw it was covered with a colorless, bubbling 
froth, and as their pelvises banged together, the froth enmeshed itself in 
both pubic hairs, making the hairs shine and glisten. She could hear the 
squish-squish of their movements as the redhead began riding the solid meat 
all the more violently, her arms now around Earl's neck. Earl responded, his 
thighs whacking against the fronts of her delightful legs, and he slammed 
into her with such vehemence, her feet were lifted right off the floor. 

"I'm gonna come, honey," he muttered. "Can't hold it back." 

"Just a little longer," she begged. "Don't shoot just yet, not yet. Take it 
out and suck my pussy for awhile." 

"Why the ... hell... should ... I?" Earl asked, socking his mighty cock ever 
deeper into her anxious inferno. 

"I'll... uhhhh ... lick your... ohoohh... asshole, I promise. Just don't 
come inside me, yet. I'm not ready.'' 

"Shit!" Earl muttered. This is gonna kill the feeling for me." 

"Ill make it up to you," she promised, as he slowed down. 

How in God's name could they be enjoying themselves? Mary Jane wondered. 
There was no tenderness, no love, no nothing. At least her father and sister 
had exhibited strong emotional feeling for one another. Between these people 
there was nothing. It was purely carnal. Although the idea of sex with her 
father was still intolerable in her own mind, Mary Jane realized what these 
people were doing was far, far worse. 

"I got me a good idea," Earl said as Mitch emerged from the bathroom after 
flushing the toilets. "I wanna see you two broads make it together. Once the 
two of you make one another come, Mitch and I'll fuck the ass off the both 
of you and finish you." 

How disgusting! Mary Jane thought, vacuuming one of the cushioned chairs in 
the room. 

"We'll let Miss Goody-Tow Shoes over there see how it's done," Mitch 
laughed. "Who knows? Maybe she'll want to join in." 

"Oh, Christ'" the brunette spoke up. "I'm not in the mood to make it with 
Molly, here. I don't like licking pussy." 

"Too bad," Molly, the redhead, laughed. "You're just gonna have to like it." 
And she leaped on the other girl, grabbing her head in her arms and holding 
her tight as she brought her mouth down on hers. She rubbed her large, 
bouncy tits against the brunette's smaller, firmer knobs, feeling them 
harden as the pink nipples swelled and become tiny, anxious spikes. 

Molly's hand began moving up the inner thigh of the other girl, and the 
brunette tore her mouth away, saying, "Come on, knock it off. I didn't 
bargain for this ..." 

And her voice was once again cut off by the pressing, demanding lips of the 
redhead Molly, sucking at her mouth like an army of leeches. 

The redhead's larger tits were rubbing sensuously against the brunette's 
firmer ones, and it was obvious, even to Mary Jane, that the brunette was 
becoming affected by the contact. The combination of Molly's mouth kissing 
hers, and Molly's tits pressing into her own nipples made her breathe hard. 

The redhead's fingers, running up the brunette's thigh, now wormed into the 
mossy fur covering the other woman's pussy. Mary Jane, still working, 
watched as Molly's fingers moved through the brunette's pelvic bush until 
they came to the soft, outer labia. The fingers slid gently back and forth, 
and more moisture began bubbling forth from the brunette's tantalized cunt, 
like sap oozing out of a maple tree. And then Mary Jane saw the finger part 
the outer labia into the secret vestibule they protected. 

"Jee-sus!" the redhead muttered, "you have one sweet little box there. 
Christ! Is it ever tight." 

Now Molly's fingers were sliding in and out of the slithery temple. The 
plunging of her fingers in and out continued and it was obvious the brunette 
was feeling a heated liquidity building up inside her sucking cunt. Her mind 
was being overcome by her senses, and at that point she almost didn't care 
whether it was a man's finger or a woman's moving in and out of her slot. 
She tried to make one more effort to object, and pulling her mouth from 
Molly's, said, "Come on, Molly, I don't dig the lessie route. Stop it." 

"Knock it off," Molly told her: "You don't really want me to stop 
fingerfucking you, and you know it." 

Mary Jane was no longer vacuuming. At this point she was waxing the 
furniture, and though she kept her face averted, from the corner of her eye 
she could see everything going on. She watched as Molly's fingers shoved in 
a little deeper, once again getting sympathetic feelings, only this time 
they weren't painful. She could almost feel fingers sliding into the sucking 
center of her hot cunt as the palm pressed against her pelted lips, 
occasionally brushing the beadlike extension of her own aching clit. 

Oh, yes! She knew all about clitorises. She, was at the head of her class in 
sex and hygiene. So it was no surprise to feel her own suddenly extend 
itself and rub against her woolen panty. 

"What a fabulous pussy," Molly muttered, pressing kisses against the 
redhead's throat as her fingers moved in and out of the hot, slimy orifice. 
"Christ! It's so fucking tight, just begging to have someone love it." 

There was no doubt about it, now. The brunette was hooked by Molly's moving 
fingers. Her eyes were glazed, and her thighs, previously pressed together, 
fighting Molly's fingers, were now wide apart and welcoming them as she 
writhed, greeting the invading digits. She moved her ass-cheeks a bit so 
Molly could delve into her a bit better. She began moaning with lust 

"You like it, don't you," Molly asked. 

"Yes, but..." 

"No buts," Molly laughed, leaning over and kissing the girl's right nipple, 
licking it carefully. 

"Thatta girl," Mitch urged. "That's the way, Molly. Do her good. I'll finish 
her off when the time comes. Just keep working on her." 

"Just don't take too long," Earl snapped. "I was ready to come when you 
stopped me, and believe me, that isn't healthy." 

"Look at those tits," Molly said to the two men. "Look how firm and solid 
they are, like two huge alligator pears." 

Molly's mouth came down again on the nipple of the brunette's right tit. She 
began sucking earnestly, and the brunette started sighing loudly. Molly was 
like an animal; a honey bear, and she had just found the most delicious pot 
of honey in the world. Her tongue flicked the now-ruby nipple again and 
again, making the other woman shudder and quake. 

Vile! Mary Jane thought. That two women should indulge in such terrible 
things together was almost as unconscionable as incest. Was there no beauty 
left in sex? Was it all smutty and disgusting as she had witnessed? How 
could people bear to live this way? 

The brunette was sighing loudly now, and Molly murmured, "It's good, isn't 
it, honey." 

"Oh you bet," the brunette replied. 

"You like the way I suck your tits and finger your cunt?" 

"Better believe it. I've been fucked by half of the eastern seaboard and 
there isn't a male in the world who has been able to make me feel this 
good." 

"Take notes, boys," Molly said to the two men. 'This is the way to do it" 

As though in a dream world all her own, the brunette reached out and cupped 
one of-Molly's heavy tits. Her palm pressed into the nipple, feeling it 
swell and grow until it was as read as the girl's hair. The breast itself 
was huge and soft, and in a matter of a few years would start to hang like 
an old bag. 

Molly shifted a bit so her breast would start moving toward the brunette's 
mouth, and the latter lifted her head and began sucking madly as she felt 
the thick nipple pass between her anxious lips. Her tongue was running over 
the velvety rubber, tasting the musky flavor. She began biting on it, 
chewing and nibbling, feeling the sponginess between her teeth. She sucked 
as hard as she could, pulling the nipple as far into her mouth as possible, 
and now it was Molly's turn to groan. 

Molly's hand began sliding down the brunette's back as her other hand 
continued toying with the girl's sopping cunt. Her fingers tightened around 
one of the brunette's firm buttocks, examining the crease where the cheek 
joined to the leg and where both were attached to the torso. Her fingers dug 
into the hard fullness of the asscheek, then rubbed between the full gluteal 
mounds, touching the girl's asshole. 

Meanwhile the fingers of her other hand continued thrusting in and out of 
the brunette's love tunnel as her palm squashed itself against the vulva. 

"You have a great cunt," Molly whispered. "The hair is like corn silk, and 
the flesh inside is so soft and tender." 

Her sinking fingers rammed themselves in all the more deeply, causing one 
blaze after another to ignite inside the squirming brunette. 

Abruptly, the redhead tugged her fingers from the other girl's leaking 
cavern and lay down on top of her, belly to belly and tit to tit. The 
sensitive contact was unutterably delightful. The red jungle between Molly's 
thighs pressed against the dark forest between the brunette's legs, and Mary 
Jane was wondering what the redhead could do without a cock of her own. The 
two women clamped their mouths one to the other, their tongues invading each 
other's oral cavities. Molly licked hungrily, tasting the other girl's 
tongue, teeth, gums, and palate. And then she broke the kiss off and sat 
back. She wanted to gaze at the pussy over which she now had total control. 

Parting the cupshaped lips of the girl's pussy with her fingers, her tongue 
came out and licked her lips as she stared into the blazing core beyond 
those labia. The pinkflowered delight of the brunette's snatch was before 
her. 

From where she was, cleaning, Mary Jane could see directly into the deep, 
pink well of the brunette's slithery gash, and she decided there just wasn't 
anything that fantastic about the inside of a woman's vagina. How the 
redheaded Molly could bring herself to make love to that peach-like gash was 
totally beyond Mary Jane's comprehension. She was certain her parents would 
disapprove of this, even if they were involved in another kind of sinful 
lust 

But the brunette was behaving more and more wantonly, thrusting her pelvic 
center up and down as if anxious for Molly to continue. 

Molly moved her own body forward, rubbing the red thatch of her own cunt 
against the brunette's dark mat as her head came down and her tongue began 
furiously working on the brunette's nipples. The summits of the girl's 
breasts seemed to swell all the more in response to the heavy tongue pressed 
against each in turn. At the same time Molly was rubbing her wet slice of 
cunt against the gash of the other girl's humping pussy. 

Perspiration covered the brows of both women, and the brunette began 
writhing madly beneath the undulating Molly's pressing body. The redhead's 
soft-lipped pussy began massaging the tender labia of the other girl, 
letting its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt. Each could now smell 
its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt Each could now smell the 
erotic aroma coming from the other, and the on-looking men were incensed all 
the more as they watched. The white wine seeping from the brunette's 
sensitive channel was being sponged up by the redhead's muff, and clumps of 
damp hair-circlets formed on both pelvises in place of the usual fluffy 
curls. 

Molly's entire body, from full, fleshy tits to heavy thighs, was weighing on 
that of the brunette, but the latter didn't seem to feel anything other than 
more and more heat as Molly's hungering rictus of pussy continually sought 
to swallow the lips of the cunt beneath hers, only to feel the pussy fight 
back as if attempting to gobble hers up. 

Suddenly the swelling clits of both women came into contact with one 
another, and it was as if each had been jolted with twenty thousand volts of 
electricity. 

The brunette jumped, but Molly matched her, thrusting down, forcing their 
clits to continue rubbing against one another. 

"Oh my God!" the brunette screamed as her raw clit rubbed itself furiously 
against the vaginal extension of Molly. 

. Molly, on fire now, not only jammed her sopping cunt more solidly against 
that of the brunette, but stuffed more of the dark-haired girl's tit down 
her throat, chewing on the flesh. Flames were roaring in the kiln of her 
volcano-like cunt, and it was as if burning lava was pouring from her sodden 
slash onto the receptacle of the brunette, below. The latter forced her 
center all the higher, grinding her pussy around and around, feeling her 
labia rub against the other woman's sodden vulva, feeling her pussy water 
mix with the juices being spat out by the redhead's simmering box. Their 
pussies kissed as strongly as any two mouths. 

The brunette's hands were running up and down Molly's flanks, her fingers 
digging into the solid flesh, trying to force the woman to press her pussy 
against hers that much harder. 

"Hey man!" the one called Mitch said aloud, "A clit fuck is as good as 
anything they can do with their mouths. Yeah, come on, girls. Fuck, fuck, 
fuck!" 

There was no doubt the brunette was feeling something. She was grinding her 
pussy with maddening speed under Molly's relentlessly pressing labia. Both 
girls were jerking madly, each on the verge of a climax. 

Earl turned to Mary Jane, who was by the door, and said, "You just stay 
there, girlie. This is where Mitch and I come in." 

He went and literally dragged Molly off the other girl, and while Mitch 
jumped on the brunette, inserting his cock as far up as it would go, Earl 
threw himself on Molly. The hot, soaking slipperiness of her pussy totally 
engulfed and swallowed the full length of his drilling penis. And then he 
felt as if his entire body were being swallowed whole, gobbled up by the 
sucking bog clutching his solid cock. He could feel his entire length being 
pulled all the way down into her greasy, subterranean center. Molly was 
pounding away at him with her fists, pummeling his chest because of the 
thrills she felt as his seething tool buried itself in her swamp. 

Earl pressed on her shoulders and arms to keep her from hurting him, then 
pulled his mighty phallus almost all the way back until only his magenta 
glans was in her blistering pussy. Then he slammed back in with all the 
savage desire building in him since she'd made him take his cock out before 
coming. This time there would be no halfway. This time he would pump into 
her until he fired off his entire load. 

Molly screamed like a banshee being speared by a yard-long lance. Her fiery 
snatch was a forest fire of desire. Her vaginal muscles tightened with all 
their strength, madly sucking on his swollen prick. He could feel the tug at 
the very base of his in-plunging prong as if she were trying to detach it 
from his body. 

"Deeper," Molly screamed, "Shove that fucking tool all the way in." 

Earl was doing his damndest with long, forceful, battering plunges finishing 
with a solid thwack as his pelvis slammed into hers. Christ! She had one 
deep cunt. No matter how hard he drove into her, he couldn't touch bottom. 
Damn! Damn! Damn! 

Mary Jane was now watching in awe, certain that his movement was so fast, 
the friction in her flaming tunnel would cause the fire to come out of her 
and fall on the carpet, setting the room ablaze. Earl was shoving his 
white-hot meat into Molly with such power it looked as if his driving hips 
were hammers literally driving the spike of cock so deep, the redhead was 
being nailed to the mattress. She seemed helpless, wriggling and flailing 
like a gaffed marlin. 

"How's it feel now, you bitch?" Earl was muttering. "You got more cock than 
you'll ever be able to handle at his point. Any harder and my cock'll stake 
you through the heart." 

The brunette was receiving no less thorough a cunt massage from Mitch's 
solid prick. The shorter, more solidly-built man was pounding his meat 
almost viciously into the brunette's steaming slot, and Mary Jane almost 
thought she saw smoke coming from between her thighs. Her fingers were much 
more active than Molly's, rubbing Mitch's back and teasing his asscheeks, 
tugging him more deeply into her devouring quagmire. Mitch's mouth was 
locked to the that of the brunette. They didn't waste time with words, 
cursing one another out. The feel of tongue on tongue was too sensuous to 
let go by as his horny nail continued pronging into her juicing crevice. The 
girl's feet were wrapped around his body, her heels kicking his ass, urging 
him ever deeper. She moaned even as his mouth continued suturing itself to 
hers, floundering almost helplessly beneath his constant, relentless attack. 

Mary Jane was rooted to the spot, unable to move, fascinated by the sight of 
the dual fornication. It was obvious from the heavy panting and grunts and 
groans that all four were enjoying themselves immensely. 

If this was the way people reacted with members of the opposite sex whom 
they hardly knew, how much more wonderful might it be with a person one 
loved? 

Abby had always adored their father. Now Mary Jane could understand why she 
had taken so readily to being screwed by him. And her mother, Peggy, was 
always hot. More than once Mary Jane had observed her mother rubbing herself 
in that spot. Now she had three sons to constantly wear her out. She 
wouldn't be surprised if one of her brothers actually married her sister 
rather than let Abby bear a son that might grow up and marry her. After all, 
the boys needed wives, too, and it was possible their mother might already 
be undergoing change of life. True, she probably had one or more fetus 
already inside her. If it turned out to be a female, Michael, her youngest 
brother, could wait for the unborn child to reach the age of fifteen, and 
then marry her ... provided it lived. But that left one brother still 
unmarried, which meant the possibility of her father's eventually marrying 
said brother to herself. That was as unthinkable as allowing herself to 
couple with her father. 

She gazed raptly as Molly suddenly began cursing violently, screaming 
obscene words she'd never heard before, mingled with many she had heard. She 
was sighing, bellowing, squirming and writhing in a mad fury, using so much 
strength she nearly heaved Earl off her. 

"Goddamn, cuntlapping pussyeating, mother-fucking ... eeeyyyeaaahhh ... 
shitfaced ... oooooowwwoooooo . . . ttitchewing . . . eeeeyaaaaaghhhhhh ... 
I ... I'm com-mmmmiiiinnnngggg ..." 

"Me, too," Earl bellowed, really pumping it to her so swiftly his thumping 
cock was a mere blur as it rushed in and out of her reddened vagina. 

His heavy white semen began spurting wildly into her sucking maw, shooting 
so heavily it instantly began seeping out the sides, down her thighs, onto 
the bed. Mary Jane could see and smell the fluid. It should have nauseated 
her. It didn't. Deep down she felt all hot and bothered. Something was 
telling her to rush to the bed and lap up the fluid with her tongue so it 
wasn't wasted. 

No, she thought, as the brunette screamed out her own satisfaction. No, she 
couldn't do that. It was wrong. She had to leave, and quickly. 

Gathering up the vacuum cleaner, she yanked open the door as she heard Mitch 
grunt while in the throes of his own climax. Hurrying into the hallway, she 
shut the door behind her. 

"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh God! How awful! How disgusting." 

She wasn't referring to what she'd seen at that moment. Rather her remarks 
were aimed at her own aroused feelings. Something inside her was telling her 
she wanted to do the same things. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" a voice asked. 

She looked up. It was Ronny Benson. He was just coming out of his own room, 
across the hall. 

"N .. . nothing," she stammered, looking away. 

"Like heck, nothing. You look pale. Something's really bothering you. I 
think you and I should talk about it. Put that machine down. You're in no 
shape to go on working." 

"But I have to finish the next three rooms." 

"Miss," Ronny called out to another girl who was coming out of a room 
farther down the hall. 

"Sir?" the girl asked, approaching. 

"This young lady seems to have suddenly been taken ill. I'm bringing her 
down to the lobby to the manager. Do you think you could finish these last 
few rooms here, as well as those you've been assigned?" 

"Certainly. Mary Jane, can I help? What's wrong?" 

"In there," Mary Jane muttered, pointing to the door from which she'd just 
emerged. 

The girl walked over to the door, opened it, poked her head in, then came 
right back out, shutting the door. 

"Was this your first time seeing something like that?" the girl asked. 

Mary Jane nodded. 

"It takes getting used to." 

The girl was older than herself, and probably well experienced in the ways 
of incest The sight of simple fornication would mean nothing to her. 

"Ill help her down to the lobby," Ronny insisted. 

"Fresh air might help more than sitting in the lobby," the other girl said. 
"See to it she puts on her coat and goes outside for awhile. I'll cover for 
her here. But don't say anything to the manager. He's her brother." 

"Okay," Ronny agreed. 

'Take the back stairs, and make certain she's back by noon." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ronny was already wearing his own boots and coat, and he helped Mary Jane 
downstairs, and she put on her coat and slipped on her boots and they left 
the lodge and took a back trail. 

"Care to talk about what was bothering you?" Ronny asked. 

"I... well... I... well... it's all so ridiculous in a way." 

Tell me about how ridiculous it is," Ronny suggested. 

So she haltingly told him what she'd seen in Molly's room a few minutes 
earlier. "I suppose to a girl like yourself, reared gently, such a sight 
would be unnerving." 

"It was terrifying." 

"Did they attempt to harm you in any way?" 

"Oh no! They never came near me. I suppose it was my own fault, in a way. I 
should have rushed right out of the room the moment I saw them. It was just 
that the sight was so ... well ... fascinating. I'd never seen anything like 
that close up before. ' 

"Up close? Do you mean you saw something like that from a distance?" Ronny 
asked as they walked through a small copse of tall Evergreen trees. 

"Well ... I mean . ." 

"Look, let's not start that again. You don't owe me any explanations and you 
don't have to tell me anything you don't want to say. Look, it's not quite 
ten-forty. Suppose I hire a horse and sleigh and we go for a short ride." 

"Oh no! I have to be in the dining room by a quarter to twelve." 

"I'll have you back in plenty of time. Besides, the fresh air is great for 
you. The color is coming back into your cheeks." 

For the first time in her life, Mary Jane blushed. She actually felt shy and 
incapable of replying. 

"It'll only be a short drive," Ronny assured her. "No one will ever know you 
were gone. Come on, you need a little fun to cheer you up." 

Twenty four hours earlier, Mary Jane would have been shocked by the idea. 
Even now she had to think twice before finally agreeing. 

The Padramor religion no longer had meaning to her. It preached things she, 
herself, could not come to accept. And if she could not accept part of it, 
she could not accept the rest of it. She wanted to feel happy. Seeing all 
the people at the lodge, watching the way they laughed and joked and enjoyed 
themselves had made her feel jealous. Why was it wrong to be happy? She 
wanted a little happiness. She had earned it, especially after seeing the 
horrible things going on between the members of her family, realizing what 
would happen to her if she refused to accept such a way of life. 

They went to where Ronny could rent a horse and sleigh. Mary Jane remained 
out of sight while Ronny rented the sleigh, then, when he drove out and part 
of the way down the road, she stepped from behind a large pine tree and got 
into the sleigh. 

"Tell me about the rest of the world," she said as he drove down the trail, 
away from everything and everyone. 

And he told her about life where he had come from. He told her about the 
suburbs, and block after block of frame houses all looking alike, all with 
families where both the husband and wife had to go to work in order to make 
mortgage payments and pay off all the installment bills. Women who worked 
were too tired to cook when they came home at night. They wanted their 
husbands to take them out to a restaurant, and that was how he was able to 
make such a nice living. His restaurant, which was open six days a week, was 
always filled during the lunch and dinner hours. 

To Mary it sounded wonderful. It was heaven compared to the life she knew 
she had to look forward to if she remained on Bell's Landing. 

"It sounds like heaven," she murmured, when he was finished. 

"Well it's hardly that," he laughed. "The hours are long, the work is hard, 
and though the money's good, it isn't great. It's a living." 

"Does your wife work?" she asked. 

"My wife?" he laughed. "I'll never have time to get married. If I had a wife 
she would have to help in the restaurant. She'd be working all day, right 
alongside me, except for when she was bringing up my kids. And even then, 
she'd be expected to come in when I needed her." 

"I envy your wife," she told him, "Whoever she'll be." 

"Hey, you're just a kid," he laughed. "Aren't you kinda young talking about 
marriage?" 

"All girls dream of a good marriage, even young ones," she said, smiling. 

He drove for a while longer, then finally had to turn the sleigh around and 
head back to the rental barn. Mary Jane got out and waited for him while he 
brought it back, then came trudging out to where she was waiting. 

"Look," he told her, as they stepped into the copse of trees again, "I have 
to go back to my restaurant, tonight. My brother is watching it for me, but 
I can't expect him to run it indefinitely. But I think I'd like to pick up a 
few more recipes." 

"I'll get them for you," Mary Jane replied, her heart sinking, knowing he 
was leaving. 

"Not today," he smiled. "Suppose I come back next weekend and pick them up." 

"That would be wonderful," she squealed. 

And before either of them realized what they were doing, her arms were 
around his neck and she was kissing him. Their lips blended together as if 
they'd been molded for each other. 

And then, just as abruptly, Mary Jane pulled away, feeling terribly 
embarrassed. 

"Hey," he said, "I liked it, I really did. Don't feel so awful about it. I 
mean, I know I'm not that special, but I'm not really ugly, either." 

T think you're ... very nice," she said, more than a little out of breath. 

"Well, you're something pretty terrific too, even if you are only fifteen. 
Heck, I know fifty-year-old women who aren't as intelligent as you. Will you 
be here next week?" 

"One way or another, I'll be here," she assured him. 

"Okay. Ill see you then." 

"Aren't you staying for luncheon?" she asked. 

"Oh sure. I wouldn't miss that for anything." 

"Good." 

"Come on, now. It's eleven thirty. We'd better hurry back." 

"I know you'll think me brazen, but would you kiss me once more?" 

"Be as brazen as you like," he murmured, and this time pulled her to him and 
kissed her resoundingly on the mouth. 

Her lips parted and felt the tip of his tongue tingle against her own. 
Electric sparks moved statically up and down her spin, making her writhe and 
press herself more tightly to him. 

Yes, this was the way one should feel. This was good and clean and pure and 
right. 

And then she felt something else. He hadn't meant for her to feel it, but 
she felt it. It was the growing hardness swelling from between his thighs; a 
normal reaction to the enjoyment of her kiss. It was his cock. In her mind 
she could picture it 

No! she thought. She didn't want that. She didn't know if she could ever 
want that after having seen how abusive sex could be. 

Pulling her lips from his, Mary Jane yanked herself away and began running 
toward the lodge. No, no, no, she mustn't let herself ever get carried away. 

Unable to fathom the girl, Ronny Benson shook his head and smiled, then 
began trudging after her. 

She was a sweet kid, a little kooky, but sweet. And he had to admit, despite 
her youth, he liked her more than he should.. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Monday arrived, and Mary Jane was told she would not have to work at the 
lodge during the week. This was it! Her instruction would begin immediately 
after school. No one had said anything to her, but she knew it. 

"I think I'll be called for instruction today," she said to her sister on 
the way to school. 

"Want a little sisterly advice?" Abigail asked. 

"Ill listen," Mary Jane nodded. "I won't promise to take the advice, but 
I'll listen." 

"Whatever they say might seem hard and difficult to believe, at first," Abby 
told her. "It's all true. Accept it. Do everything they tell you, and it'll 
all go a lot easier for you. One girl in my instruction class found 
everything almost impossible to accept. It took her a long while to 
straighten out, and when she did, she was close to the edge of a mental 
breakdown. I'm not supposed to tell you anything, but I think it'll be a lot 
easier if you just accept everything willingly. The first week you'll be 
with others who have their birthdays at around the same time as yourself. 
After that, the instruction becomes more detailed and more personal, so each 
girl is instructed individually." 

"Don't the boys receive instruction too?" 

'The boys don't need it. You'll understand everything when it's all over. 
Just do as you're told, and I think you'll find a different, more enjoyable 
outlook on life. One thing's for sure; you won't have to go to those dumb 
prayer meetings anymore. The only time you'll be in the worship house will 
be on holidays, with the rest of the family." 

"I'll try to remember what you've told me," Mary Jane said, doing her best 
to hide the fact that she was already aware in what direction the 
instruction would lead. 

She hoped and prayed the school day would never end, but class after class 
came and went, and soon classes were over for the day. Putting on her coat, 
Mary Jane joined three girls with birthdays all within two weeks of hers. 
They walked to the worship-house, entered the small vestry, hung up their 
coats and took seats. 

After a short while, a matronly woman in her early forties entered and said, 
"Good afternoon, girls. I see you've come for your first week of 
instruction. Very good. I have been selected to give the instruction classes 
because I have no family duties to interfere with my teaching. Rest assured, 
I know all there is to know, and you will learn properly, provided you pay 
attention." 

The girls nodded, still wondering what it was all about. 

"Procreation is a very important part of our lives," the matron began. "You 
have all studied hygiene and sex education in school and therefore need no 
lessons from me in that direction. What shall therefore be discussed is, 
with whom do we copulate in order to procreate. Now before anyone has any 
questions, let me explain, forget what you have learned in the Bible. The 
Bible belongs to other religions, and we borrow it and try to adapt it to 
ours, but there are parts of it that don't fit in with our own beliefs. We 
are, all of us, followers of Josiah Bell, a direct descendant of Lot. Lot 
had daughters, but no sons. And Lot's daughters did not marry, yet they bore 
children. Here the Bible explains why. When Lot left Sodom and Gomorrah, his 
wife looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Lot, with his two 
unmarried daughters ran to the mountains to dwell. The daughters, knowing 
they would never have husbands, slept with their father. Each gave birth to 
a son, and each son founded a dynasty that lasted thousands of years. Moab, 
the oldest of the two boys sired by Lot on his daughters, even sired a 
nation. And it was from this nation that Josiah Bell's ancestors came. When 
the Moabites were eventfully wiped out this one family persisted and also 
hid in the mountains, staying alive by feeding on wild vegetables and nuts, 
suffering many hardships. 

Mary shifted uncomfortably. She knew what was coming. 

"The family continued to procreate," the matron said, "because the father 
sired children on his daughters, much like Lot did with his daughters. Their 
sons sired other children on their mothers, and so the family continued, 
with father joining to daughter, mother joining to son for many generations. 

'The family never grew too large. Life in the mountains was very harsh. More 
children died than lived. But eventually the family left the mountains, made 
their way to Europe and settled in what became Spain. There they lived and 
flourished somewhat, calling themselves Padramor. But in 1492, King 
Ferdinand declared all non-Catholics must leave Spain, and so the Padramor 
family emigrated to England. Soon the family became so large, they began 
adopting other names, but still called themselves Padramors. They still 
practiced incest, keeping to themselves as much as possible. English names 
were taken, such as Bell, Drake, Jarrett, Farrar, and others. But Josiah 
Bell took over the leadership when, in the sixteen hundreds, religious 
freedom was once again restricted. He chartered a ship, gathered all the 
Padramors, and set sail for the new world. The rest, as you all know, is 
history." 

The matron stopped for a moment. Mary Jane looked at the other girls, who in 
turn looked at her, as well as at one another. 

"What I am trying to say," the matron went on, "is that all Padramors, or 
almost all Padramors, are the result of coition between parents and 
children. Many children grow up and marry their parents, producing even more 
offspring. What is forbidden in other religions, is a basic part of our own. 
Intercourse with anyone not of our faith is strictly forbidden. Intercourse 
with anyone not directly related to us is also forbidden unless the parents 
express a desire for the child to wed a Padramor from a different family. 
And the time is fast approaching when you girls will each be expected to 
mate with your respective fathers." 

The other girls gasped, but Mary Jane kept silent. She knew the futility of 
arguing at this point. 

"You must not go into your fathers' beds without knowing what to do and how 
to do it. Therefore we will begin by showing you girls what is known as a 
motion picture. On the mainland it is referred to as an adult, or erotic 
film. We will use this film, and many others, to learn. You will find this 
part of the instruction not only easy, but relatively enjoyable. Ice cream 
is a treat we Padramors do not enjoy often. Each of you girls will receive 
an ice cream cone apiece during each instruction session, while watching the 
films." 

The matron left the four girls, and the other three began babbling amongst 
themselves. All were dazed, and one was on the verge of shock. Mary Jane 
leaned forward and said to her, "No matter what they say or do, don't fight 
it. Not right now. If you close your mind to this, you'll end up in the 
mental ward of the hospital. You don't want that." 

The matron returned with the ice cream cones for the girls, handed them out, 
then opened a portable screen. At a signal, a projector went on, and the 
lights went out. And so began the first three erotic movies to be seen by 
the four girls. 

Each day they returned to the vestry room and saw three more films. After 
each film there was a discussion, not about the story, which was flimsy 
enough, but about the sex techniques employed by the different women in the 
films. 

After, the first day, the girls got over their wonderment at merely seeing a 
motion picture, since such entertainment was strictly forbidden on Bell's 
Landing. Mary Jane, having witnessed such happenings in real life, was in no 
way intrigued by the films, although she permitted herself to get involved 
in the discussions. What was happening on the screen was not occurring 
between members of the same family, and she was able to accept it, after 
awhile. Oddly enough, she did think back to the scene she had witnessed the 
previous Sunday, and the memory of that aroused her much more than the 
movies she was watching. 

Friday came, and as she sat, watching the first erotic movie of the day, 
licking her ice cream cone, it first occurred to her, she was using the same 
tongue-action on the ice cream as the girl on the screen was using on the 
penis she was licking. Her hand opened involuntarily, and the cone fell to 
the floor. 

My God! she thought. That's why they've been giving us this ice cream. They 
want us practicing. We're learning how to lick penises. 

The horror of it made her entire body spasm. This was a nightmare. To become 
involved any further might actually begin to turn her in the direction they 
wished. She might indeed suck her father's thick cock. 

She had to get away, and she had to do it this weekend. If she became 
enmeshed in this to any greater extent, she would be sharing her father with 
her sister in a very short while. Sharing! There was another thing that 
irritated her. She wanted a man of her own. She didn't want to share him 
with anyone. Why should her father have three women with which to dally 
while she had to be faithful to him and to him alone? Did she have to give 
birth to a multitude of sons like her mother to have her own masculine 
harem? No! No! No! 

She wanted one man, all to herself, and she wanted to surrender herself only 
to him, when the time came. Right now, sex frightened her so much, she 
doubted if she could give herself to any man. True, the films were beginning 
to rouse her, but each time she saw how deeply the penis of the man thrust 
itself into the raw wound of a female cunt, she shuddered, realizing such a 
thing was destined to happen to her. She had to get away, and if Ronny 
Benson returned to the island, he was her one hope. 

That Friday night, for the first time since she could remember, Mary Jane 
was not ordered to go to worship. It was no longer necessary. She knew what 
was happening, as did the other three girls. So all four girls were ordered 
to help prepare a collation at the worship house for a group of girls who 
were being initiated into the rites of incest that very night. 

It was ten o'clock when the five girls, with their families, arrived at the 
worship house to be served by the four novice females. All five girls were 
smiling, but their eyes had an uncertain look about them. It was almost like 
a wedding ceremony. Only the "brides" had experienced consummation prior to 
the celebration rather than after. 

Mary Jane stood by a punch bowl and doled out glasses of the non-alcoholic 
liquid to anyone who came over. She could see the strain on the faces of the 
five deflowered girls. 

"How was it?" she managed to ask one of the girls who came over alone. 

"Lousy," the girl replied. "He came too quickly and left me hanging right 
after causing one heck of a lot of pain. Somehow I get the feeling screwing 
isn't everything they make it out to be in those films." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Mary Jane was unable to sleep that night. Her worst fear were coming true. 
If Ronny Benson wasn't at the hotel the following day, she might well kill 
herself. 

She rose the next morning, bathed quickly, put on a light calico dress, 
threw on her heavy coat, tugged on her boots and hurried to the lodge. She 
was there before breakfast, and so had some hot chocolate and bread and 
butter, herself. 

When the guests began to arrive, she hurried to the dining room, her heart 
in her throat. She began serving, worrying he hadn't returned as he promised 
he would. 

Oh God! Please let him come, please let him come. 

And at eight forty five she saw him enter the dining room. A tidal wave of 
relief swept over her. He was here. Somehow everything would be all right. 

"Hi," he said, smiling as he sat, and his smile wiped out all her fears. 

"Hi," she smiled back. "What would you like for breakfast?" 

"Eggs, toast, juice, coffee, and cereal." 

"Okay. I'll be working on your floor later on, if you still have the same 
room as last week." 

"I do," he nodded, curious. 

"I'd like to speak with you, if it's all right with you. Will you be there?" 

"Sure, if you want." 

"Please, Mr. Benson, please." 

He saw the fright in her eyes and heard the quavering in her voice. She knew 
he wouldn't let her down. 

Breakfast seemed to drag. Mary Jane felt her heart palpitate. She needed to 
speak with him so badly. 

By nine thirty she'd cleared the table and set it for lunch. Then she 
hurried upstairs and began cleaning the rooms. She knew things would look 
bad if she just walked into Ronny's room first, before cleaning the ones 
before it, so she began working her way down. And that was when she 
encountered the heavy man known as Earl, again. He was in the room before 
Ronny's, and when she walked in, he was alone and completely naked. 

"I'll come back later, sir," she said. 

"Hey, wait a minute," he called out, and before she could open the door to 
leave, he was leaning against it. "You little Padramor cunts are nice little 
pieces," he told her. "I hear no one ever gets into you broads." 

"Please sir, I have my work," she said. 

"Yeah, sure, in a few minutes. Right now I wanna know what it'd take to make 
one of you cunts pull up your dress and yank down your bloomers." 

"Sir, I have to go." 

"When I say so," he snapped. 

"If anyone finds out you've harmed me, you'll not only be banned from coming 
here again, but might even go to jail." 

"Harm you? I ain't gonna harm you, kid. I just wanna feel you a little and 
get a gander at you. I wanna see what makes your cunt better than those of 
ordinary girls." 

"Let me out of here," she gasped. 

"Not till I get a piece of your ass, honey." 

"I'll scream," she warned, terrified. "I'll scream, and it'll be heard, and 
you'll have to face the consequences." 

"I'll have to face the consequences," he mimicked. "What the hell kind 
consequence could there be here, on this little shit island?" 

"Rape is punishable anywhere," she muttered, shivering, backing away from 
him into the room. 

"Ain't gonna be no sperm in your pussy, little honey," he smiled. "Hell! I 
ain't even gonna pop your cherry." 

"No," she screamed, only to have her scream cut off as his fingers circled 
around her throat, choking tightly. 

She tried to struggle only to feel his fingers close all the more tightly 
around her throat. He began dragging her toward the bed, his naked, 
upstanding erection thwacking against her body as he dragged her. 

"You need a few lessons, little twat," he snapped, slapping her face with 
his free hand while his other hand still held her by the throat. "If I had 
the time I'd strip y'naked and use my belt on your ass. As it is, I'm gonna 
have to settle for a feel of your cunt and then you have to make me come." 

He threw her on the bed, and she was both too frightened and too hurt to 
move. His hands reached under her long dress, grabbed for her cotton 
bloomers, and pulled them down. 

To Mary Jane it was a nightmare. She was so terror-stricken, even if she had 
been able to scream, it would have stuck in her throat. As it was, she was 
whimpering, lying there on her stomach, feeling her bloomers being skinned 
off and her dress being rolled up to her hips. The bunching of the dress 
hurt her belly as she lay on it, and he increased the pressure by jamming a 
pillow under her stomach. 

She could feel his knees forcing her thighs apart, and though she tried 
resisting, he slapped her ass-cheeks again and again until she finally 
relaxed and let him part them. Then she jumped as she felt the strange, 
unfamiliar hand suddenly reach down and press against the pouting dryness of 
her swollen pussylips. 

"Oh, my God!" she begged in a hoarse whisper. "Please don't do that to me. 
Please don't..." 

"Oh, shut up," he laughed. "I ain't gonna fuck you. You ain't even gonna 
feel my cock in your cunt. I just wanna see what the hell makes your cunt so 
special. Now you just lay there and don't move, 'cause if you do move you're 
gonna force me to hurt you." 

Lying on her belly, face down on the bed, Mary Jane felt her breath catching 
in her throat again and again. She knew he was kneeling now, his fingers 
wandering up and down the thin line separating one labium from the other. He 
was teasing her, and at one point she could actually feel his breath between 
her thighs as he leaned in to take a closer look. 

"Y'know somethin'," he told her. "Your pussy ain't no different from all the 
other ones I've fucked. Oh it's nice and tight 'cause you're still virgin, 
and I reckon I'm gonna leave your cunt that way. Hell, baby, at least y' 
smell good down there. 

That chick I boffed when you were here last week smelled and tasted like 
week-old fish outta water." 

God! she thought. Don't let him hurt me. Don't let him hurt me. 

She could feel his forefinger running up and down, just barely parting her 
sweet labia. She knew he was tempted to poke his finger right into her, and 
she sobbed, involuntarily. 

"Stay cool, little girl," he said, almost snarling "I see you got a cute 
little asshole, too." 

Suddenly she jumped as she felt him attempt to ram his finger into her dry 
rectum. 

"Stay still, goddamn you," he yelled, and smacked her ass loudly, making 
certain the pain was as strong as the sound was loud. 

Still kneeling between her widespread loins, he used his thumb and 
forefinger to widen the pucker between her asscheeks, then pressed the other 
forefinger against the raisin-like hole. Once again she jumped, and once 
again he slapped her ass. She began to sob quietly into the remaining pillow 
near her head. 

Earl licked his finger then once again and pressed it against the girl's 
anus. He even leaned forward and spat into the rectal entrance, making it 
easier for his finger to penetrate her tight hole. 

"You stay loose 'n'it'll hurt a lot less, kid. You just relax that ass of 
yours." 

His finger pushed in past the sphincter, finally entering up to the first 
digit. 

"You got a nice clean asshole, too," he laughed. "You girls really know how 
to keep every little bit clean, don'tcha." 

His finger penetrated to the second digit, actually being sucked in by now. 
The girl was writhing again, only Earl knew it wasn't all pain or 
dissatisfaction. Everyone in the world liked the feel of a finger in the 
ass. Hell! Many a time when a chick went down on him, she added zest to it 
all by probing into his asshole with her finger. It just made everything 
feel so fucking good. And now this little chick was wiggling with pleasure, 
enjoying the probing feel of his finger. She wouldn't admit it, but she 
liked it, the horny little bitch. 

And even though Mary Jane refused to admit it to herself, she did like 
feeling his finger probe into her ass. If only he wouldn't be so coarse 
about it. 

When he pulled the finger out, she thought that might be the end of it, but 
then yelped and almost jumped as she felt something cold and slimy probing 
her asshole. It actually pushed its way into her, and though she consciously 
refused to allow herself to feel it, her subconscious was being thrilled 
again and again. His tongue lapped heavily, literally washing her sphincter 
and the delicate membranes within as his fingers kneaded her soft, white 
asscheeks. Her buttocks were involuntarily twitching, tightening as he 
pressed his face between them. But tight as she clenched her asshole, his 
tongue, little by little, was making its way inside. 

Soon he found her butt was actually humping up and hitting him in the face. 

"You Padramor cunts like a good ass-lick as much as anyone," he laughed. "Oh 
baby, when you walk outta here, you're gonna know you been with a man." 

He stood up and leaned over her ass. Mary Jane wondered what he was doing, 
and then felt something else probing at her asshole. 

OhmiGod! she thought. He's trying to push his thing in there. He'll kill me! 

His weight kept her from moving as he pushed his phallic probe directly 
against her tightened asshole, pushing with great effort, actually straining 
against her vain effort to keep her tight, rubbery ring locked. 

"Open it up, girlie," he snapped. "Just relax it or I swear I'll turn y'over 
and fuck that delicious pussy of yours. And you know I mean what I say." 

"Oh God!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me, please!" 

"It's gonna be fun," he sneered. "Just relax that ass of yours and you'll 
see, it'll all be a lotta fun." 

"Don't do this," she begged. "Don't shame me." 

"Aw shut the fuck up and enjoy it already." 

He levered his hips forward and down, forcing the blunt-tipped phallus 
forward and through the pressuring ring, and then it slowly, very slowly 
began pushing its way up into her tight, narrow, boiling passageway. 

"It hurts," she cried out, beating her fist on the bed. "It hurts. Oh dear 
God, how it hurts." 

'There's more, honey," he assured her, and shoved a bit harder, forcing his 
thick, lengthy meat in a bit deeper. 

"Oh no!" she screamed aloud, and he gripped her by the back of the neck and 
began applying pressure with his fingers on her carotid artery. 

"One more sound," he warned, "just one more sound, no matter how much it 
hurts, and I press, and you go sleepy-bye. Then I not only fuck your ass, 
but I finish off by popping a load in your mouth and then shovin' you out in 
the hall so anyone passing can see the come all over your face." 

And then she shoved forward one more time, filling her asshole completely, 
stuffing his cock in up to the hilt. She gasped and clutched the bedsheets, 
tears streaming down her face as she felt the pain; unable to do anything 
about it for fear of her very life. 

She allowed her body to go limp, and even though the hurt in her ass was 
mixed with a curious kind of pleasure, she refused to allow herself to feel 
anything. She merely let him have his way. 

"Goddamn!" he yelled, "this ain't no fuckin' fun. Now get to movin' your 
goddamned ass and make me like it." 

"Stop this," she suddenly screamed, louder than any scream she'd let out 
yet. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh God! Stop!" 

"Goddamn fucking bitch," he snarled. "I warned you. I really warned you. You 
still don't get it, do you? Well, I'm gonna teach you what it means when I 
say I'm gonna spend in that mouth of yours. You'll be drinking my come and 
picking the dried sperm outta your teeth for days." 

He yanked his cock out of her ass and flipped her over on her back. Then he 
leaned down, grabbed a handful of her blond hair, and pulled her upright, to 
a sitting position. Her dress fell into her lap, covering her delicate 
thighs. 

Slamming the girl across the face with his free hand, Earl pointed her face 
toward his wavering cock, then said, "Okay, bitch, start sucking. And you do 
a good job of it, or I swear to God I'll take your fuckin' cherry here and 
now." 

Somehow Mary Jane got up the courage to ball her fist and slam it into 
Earl's heavy pair of dangling balls. He instantly released her and staggered 
back, doubling over. As his ass slammed into the wall, she rose from the 
bed, letting her dress fall down to her ankles as she ran out the door into 
the hallway, screaming. 

As she came out of Earl's room, Ronny, who had been waiting impatiently for 
her in his room, came out into the hall to see what was going on. Mary Jane, 
seeing him, ran to him and clutched tightly to him, sobbing hysterically. 
Ronny, holding her tight, peered into Earl's room and sized up the situation 
immediately. When another of the cleaning girls came out into the hallway, 
Ronny turned Mary Jane over to her, instructing the girl to take Mary Jane 
into his room and give her a glass of water. The girl hurried to obey, 
leading the hysterical Mary Jane into Ronny's room. Then Ronny went into 
Earl's room, shut the door, stalked over to the half-collapsed Earl, and 
kicked him in the mouth. The man's head went flying back against the wall as 
he spat out blood and teeth. Then, as his head fell forward, Ronny kicked 
him in the temple. 

Spying the girl's bloomers on the floor, he hurried stuffed them into his 
pocket and returned to his room as Bob, Mary Jane's brother came hurrying 
into the room. 

"What happened?" he asked. 

"You have a brave sister," Ronny told him, after the other girl explained 
Mary Jane and Bob were brother and sister. "She fought off a rape attempt 
from the man next door." 

"Did he harm her?" Bob asked, noticing his sister was all but incoherent. 

"She fought him off and ran out into the hall," Ronny explained. "I heard 
her scream and came out to see what was happening. Though he never touched 
her, he terrified her. You'll forgive me, but after seeing what he attempted 
to do, I became angry and I hit him. You'll find him in his room, 
unconscious." 

"You're certain he didn't touch her in any way Bob asked. 

"From what I saw, there was no way he could have done anything." 

"You'll have to be examined," Bob said to Mary Jane, and she cringed, 
knowing what would happen when the doctor discovered she wasn't wearing her 
bloomers. 

"No," she wept, shaking her head. "No, no, I won't let another man touch 
me." 

"It's the law, Mary Jane," Bob said to her. 

"Say look," Ronny interrupted. "I have an idea. I mean, I don't want to 
interfere in the way you people do things, but I think there's a way she can 
be treated medically and not be terrified." 

"What are you talking about, sir?" Bob asked. 

"Right across the inlet, on the mainland, there's a fishing village where 
they have a doctor, a woman doctor. Why not take her there?" 

"Well... I don't know ... Mary Jane has never been away from Bell's Landing 
before." 

"Yes," Mary Jane said, breathing heavily. "Oh Bob, yes. For heaven's sake 
don't let a man put his hands on me. Take me to this woman doctor." 

"I suppose I could have someone watch the lodge while we're gone. Would you 
perhaps be good enough to come along and show us the way?" he asked Ronny. 

"Sure," Ronny nodded, and Mary Jane breathed a sigh of relief. 

Here was her chance to get away. Ronny Benson had been heaven-sent. Without 
realizing it, he had given her the opportunity she needed to escape. 

Bob went downstairs to give instructions to whoever was watching the lodge 
with him that he had an emergency and had to leave. The other maid went to 
find Mary Jane's coat and boots. That left Ronny alone, with Mary Jane. 

"Excuse me," he said, "I just want a glass of water. I'll be right back." 

He went into the bathroom and took her bloomers from his pocket, leaving 
them near the sink. Then he came out and said, "I think you should freshen 
up before we leave. Go ahead." 

Mary Jane went into the ladies' room and shut the door. Two minutes later 
she came out, her face reddened as she said, "Thank you. I was terrified my 
brother would find out." 

"What would have been so terrible?" Ronny asked. 

"Had it been learned that man did to me what he'd done, I'd have been taken 
to the Mental Ward at the hospital here, and I would have undergone terrible 
treatment, making me confess he did things to me he never did. Then I would 
have been locked up for the rest of my life." 

"Who could do a thing like that to someone as pretty as you?" 

"Mr. Benson, you don't know the terrible things that go on here. I want to 
get away from Bell's Landing and never come back. Will you help me?" 

"Why?" 

And suddenly Mary Jane found herself revealing to him the terrible secret of 
the Paramors, explaining she didn't want to become a part of it. "I want a 
husband of my own, not my father. If I ever take a lover I don't want that 
lover to be my son. Please, Mr. Benson, you have to help me get away." 

"But where will you go? What will you do?" 

"I'll go anywhere, I'll do anything. I just had to get away." 

"I'll take you on one condition," he told her. "You have to let me take care 
of you until you decide just how you intend living your life." 

"Mr. Benson, that would be shouldering you with a tremendous responsibility. 
I couldn't allow myself to become such a horrible burden." 

'That's my condition, Mary Jane. Take it or leave it." 

"But why? Why should you want to care for me this way?" 

"I'm not sure," he confessed, "but I think I like you much more than I 
should. Maybe, with the passage of time, this feeling will wear off. It 
might be better for the two of us if it does." 

"You feel it too?" she asked. "Strange, because I feel the same way about 
you, exactly. I know I'm a girl not quite fifteen, and I don't have the 
right to speak so foolishly, but I think what I feel for you is what is 
called love." 

"Yes," he nodded, "that's what it's called. All right, Mary Jane. I'll help 
you get away." 

"Thank you, Mr. Bens ... Ronny." 

The other cleaning girl hurried into the room with Mary Jane's boots and 
coat and helped her on with both. A few minutes later, Bob came back, 
dressed for the cold weather. It took Ronny less than a minute to don his 
coat and hat. Fortunately, the things he was leaving behind had very little 
value. He couldn't take his suitcase or Bob would suspect something wasn't 
quite right. 

They left the lodge and walked down to the ferry landing. From there, they 
took the ferry across to the mainland where, for the first time in her life, 
Mary Jane saw automobiles, snow-sleds, and buses. When they went to the town 
hospital, she saw television sets, elevators, and doors that opened 
electrically. 

A woman doctor was summoned once they were in the hospital, and while Bob 
talked with the doctor, Ronny whispered, 'Tell the doctor you feel 
frightened and want to stay overnight. Then tonight, during the evening 
visiting hours, I'll come for you and we'll leave together." 

"Okay," Mary Jane nodded, breathless. She was going to be free. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Everything went as planned. Bob finished speaking with the woman doctor, who 
then proceeded to give Mary Jane a complete physical. When it was over, Mary 
Jane told the doctor she was feeling very weak, and asked if it would be all 
right to spend the night at the hospital. The doctor agreed. 

After assuring Bob his sister was still virgo intacta, the doctor informed 
him it would be wise to allow his sister to remain in the hospital for 
observation overnight. Reluctantly, Bob agreed. He wanted Ronny to accompany 
him back to Bell's Landing, but Ronny told him he had some little bit of 
shopping to do and would follow on the next ferry. Bob nodded and left, 
riding back to Bell's Landing on the ferry. 

That evening, at seven o'clock, Ronny returned to the hospital to see Mary 
Jane. He could see she was anxious and impatient. 

"It's really happening," she said, smiling as he helped her out of bed. 

"It's happening," he assured her as she went to the tiny bathroom and 
hastily dressed. 

The two of them walked out of the hospital without anyone noticing them. He 
led her to the car he'd rented. It was the first time she was ever in an 
automobile, and she was properly impressed. 

"Do you really feel you love me?" she asked, putting a hand on his, before 
he started the car. 

"I know it sounds kind of dumb," he told her, "but yes, I do." 

"If we go over the mountain instead of around it, we can save a half day's 
driving," he told her. 

"You're doing the driving," she told him. 

Wheeling the car to the left, Ronny chose the upper trail. Snow was falling 
again, reflecting his headlights back at him. The road became very narrow in 
spots, and at one time they were barely able to fit the car through. 

"Look," Mary Jane said, pointing to a small cabin above them protected by a 
large overhang, "who would want to live way up here?" 

"There's a lot of forest up here," he replied. That's a forest ranger's 
cabin. It's abandoned right now, but during the late Spring, through the 
Summer, right up to early Autumn, the forest rangers occupy that place when 
not at their stations." 

Ronny drove for two more minutes, until they came to another narrow piece of 
roadway between two high cliffs. It was blocked by large chunks of snow from 
the previous fall. 

"What do we do now?" Mary Jane asked. 

"We go back," he told her. "So the ride takes an extra half-a-day. So what? 
Unless you think you might get tired of seeing me in that time." 

"No way," she assured him. 

He backed the car down the road until he came to a spot wide enough to turn 
around. As he turned the car, they heard a rumbling sound and saw some tons 
of snow descending back where they had come from, originally. He drove along 
the road to make certain, but when they got to the first narrow part of the 
road, where they had just barely squeezed through with the car, they saw the 
way back was now blocked. 

May Jane began trembling, feeling terrified. Ronny put his arm around her 
and said, "Hey, don't worry. Snowplows come through here every few days. We 
won't be trapped here forever." 

"But what do we do for the next few days?" she asked. "We can't live here in 
the car." 

"No, but we don't have to," he told her, once more turning the car around. 

He drove to where they'd seen the ranger cabin. A small trail led to a 
recess in the side of the cliff where he was able to park the car without 
worrying an avalanche might bury it. 

Using a large flashlight he'd bought, he helped Mary Jane from the car, took 
all the provisions he'd purchased from the trunk, and helped her walk up the 
snow-covered path to the cabin. Luckily, the cabin door was unlocked. 

Ronny noticed the half dozen oil lamps around the place, all of which had 
been filled just before the rangers left. The cabin, except for some dust,, 
was neat and clean, with everything in place. Large wooden bunk beds had 
been built against the right wall of the cabin. A space to the left had a 
small table and some chairs. There was a kerosene cook stove there, as well. 
In various cabinets could be found the canned kerosene, as well as blankets 
for the beds. A small room in the rear of the cabin served as a bathroom, 
with a toilet whose bottom seemed buried somewhere deep inside the 
mountain,-so far down neither sounds nor odors would rise out of it. There 
was even half a roll of toilet paper left. 

"What do we do for heat?" Mary Jane asked. "We could freeze to death here at 
night, even with all these blankets." 

"These places weren't constructed for use during the Winter," he told her. 
Tm afraid the only way we're going to get heat is to use the old New 

England custom of bundling." 

"I read about that in history class," she nodded, as he filled the kerosene 
stove and lit it with some matches he found in a side cupboard. 

"If the idea frightens you ..." 

"It does," she admitted, "but I'd rather be scared and alive, if you know 
what I mean." 

They had to keep their coats on, even with the little bit of heat coming 
from the kerosene stove as Ronny opened a can of corn and heated it on the 
stove. When it was warm, they used plastic spoons to eat it directly from 
the can, in addition to chewing on some of the dried beef he'd bought. They 
found paper cups and drank some hot tea from the thermos. 

"That tea makes me feel good," Mary Jane told him, opening her coat. "I'm 
also tired." 

Ronny brought some snow in from the outside in a basin. He heated it over 
the stove until it turned to warm water. The two of them took turns washing, 
then, in only their underwear, lay down in the lower bunk with four blankets 
on top of them. 

"I...I... it's cold," Mary Jane said, shivering, pressing her firm, round, 
young body to his. Her arms went around him, and he hugged her tightly to 
him, their thighs pressing against each other. 

He felt her shiver and clutched her more tightly to him, and she, in turn, 
felt the heat emanating from his body and so snuggled closer to him. For the 
first time in a long time she felt relaxed. 

"Thank you," she muttered, her mouth close to his. He could smell the 
sweetness of her breath, and the sound of her voice was that of a small 
girl. 

In the darkness of the room he could make out her eyes, staring back at his, 
questioning, yet trusting. She was so utterly beautiful he lost all control 
over his swelling cock and felt it press against her thighs. She gasped for 
a moment, trying to pull back, then let her body press into his. 

Mary Jane was frightened of the penis. She'd seen so much corrupt love 
taking place because of a penis, and had even felt one delve into her own 
asshole. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked the feel of the penis 
sawing back and forth in her rectum, despite the pain of her asshole being 
stretched and rubbed raw. Was she degenerate like all the others in the 
world? 

His lips were so close. She had kissed them before and she had enjoyed 
kissing them. So she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips 
lightly, again. The kiss remained light, but lingering. She could feel her 
heart starting to pound in her breast, and then her heart actually fluttered 
and missed a beat when she felt the tip of his tongue lick her lips. She was 
startled and almost pulled back. Almost, not quite. Instead, she parted her 
lips and let his tongue slip slowly into her mouth, thrilling as the tip 
touched her own tongue, tickling and teasing it, drawing it out of her mouth 
into his where he began sucking on it, gently but earnestly. 

She clutched his body that much more tightly to her, feeling his poker press 
all the more strongly against her thighs. It should have frightened her, but 
it didn't. Rather, for some perverse reason, she was fascinated by it, 
picturing what it must look like, in her mind. 

She began wondering about it, curious how it compared to all the ones she'd 
seen so far. Her cousin Albert had possessed the smallest, skinniest penis 
she had seen. Her brother Mickael came next. She remembered seeing her 
mother playing with it, enjoying herself, while her other two brothers 
waited off to the side. Paul and Bob both had broad shafts, though neither 
was as large as her Uncle Mike. And he, in turn, was just about the same 
size as that man, Mitch, who had been with the brunette the day Earl had 
been boffing Molly. Boffing? Where had she heard that term before? She must 
have heard one of her brothers use it. 

Then there was her father. He'd had a fat, long phallus, all right, yet her 
sister Abby had managed to swallow the whole thing, both in her mouth and in 
her cunt. Cunt? Yes, that was the word she'd heard Earl use in referring to 
her vagina. 

Earl!!! He'd had the longest, fattest penis of them all, and he'd managed to 
shove that entire piece of thick meat all the way up into the tightness of 
her rectum. The thought brought shivers of pleasure to her. Why? What had 
been so thrilling about being able to contain an extra-long, extra-thick 
piece of male hose? 

Ronny's mouth was still pressed to hers, and her tongue was responding to 
his, licking and kissing and lapping. She liked this touching of the 
tongues. It made her want more. 

Her hand came from around Ronny and reached between them until she could 
clutch his phallic wand tightly in her hand, feeling for herself how long 
and thick it was in comparison to all those others. Her fingers moved all 
around it, as if trying to discover what it was simply by touch. It was 
long, very long. It was probably somewhere between her father's and Earl's, 
in length. But its thickness far surpassed either of them. She was surprised 
at how thick his root felt. 

His lips came off hers and he whispered, "You do that much longer and you 
know where it'll lead." 

Instead of replying, she pressed her lips to his again, kissing him as if 
she couldn't get enough of the taste of him. Internally she was all shaken 
up. She liked all this very much. She had considered it all so obdurate and 
corrupt in others, yet now she, herself felt she was enjoying this 
perversity. 

She wanted him, and yet, deep down she was still cautious, perhaps a little 
afraid. She could tell he wanted her. What neither of them had known was 
just how intensely he'd wanted her right from the first moment he'd seen 
her. Desire boiled up in him like steam in a pressure cooker. He pulled one 
hand from around her and dipped it into the front of her bra, pulling out 
her left breast; his fingers fondling it and caressing it just as she'd seen 
her father do with her sister. 

"My God!" he whispered, "you have firm, apple-shaped breasts I can't 
resist." 

He wanted to dip his head down and kiss her nipple, but Mary Jane, 
remembering the way her father's fingers looked touching Abigail's tits, 
shivered and pushed. The move was so completely unexpected, Ronny nearly 
fell out of the bunk. He regained his balance just in time. 

"Don't," she begged. "Ronny... don't. This is all wrong." 

"How is this wrong?" he asked, trying to recapture her nipple with his 
fingers as his other hand pulled her close and his lips brushed hers. 

Mary Jane shivered, not knowing how to reply. She had to admit she liked the 
feel of his fingertips on her nipple. She could feel the nipple swelling 
under his touch. 

"I feel as if... I'm being mauled by ... my father," she finally explained. 
"Don't you see, I saw the way he handled my sister, and I swore he would 
never do that to me. Now here we are, together, and you're doing just what I 
swore he wouldn't." 

"I'm not your father," he whispered. "I'm a man who loves you, and who is 
fully aware you love him." 

Even as Mary Jane squirmed, Ronny became determined not to release her. More 
than once he had let go of a girl he had been trying to make when she 
resisted him, thinking the girl wasn't worth the time or the effort needed 
to convince him how much she would enjoy herself. But Mary Jane was someone 
special. God! He intended taking her back home with him, and who could 
tell... if she really loved him long enough and hard enough, he would marry 
her. He wouldn't rape her. God, no! If it came to that, he would rather 
suffer physically than see her harmed, but he did love her, and he was aware 
she could feel that love. It was merely a question of making her properly 
respond. 

His mouth kissed hers again, licking her lips tenderly as his fingers 
continued massaging her breast, feeling her wriggle against him as the hand 
she had on his penis squeezed a little, inwardly urging him on. Her kiss 
against his lips became more and more fervid, and soon her other hand was 
holding him all the more tightly to her. He could hear the humming in her 
throat as his finger continued massaging her nipple. 

He peeled his lips from hers, then placed them against her ear and 
whispered, "I love you," sending heated bolts of breath into her aural 
canal, making her yearn for more. 

He sucked her earlobe between his lips and she shivered as he gently chewed 
it, pausing only to stab his tongue into the center of her ear. 

Oh God! she thought, perhaps I am wicked, but it's such a wonderful 
wickedness. 

His encircling arm, the one not caressing her nipple, held her arms pinned 
to her sides, and it was all she could do to continue holding onto his 
thick, weighty cock. Even through his jockey shorts she could feel the heat 
coming from it. 

She blew hot breath into his ear, then, as he raised his face a little, 
kissed him again. Her entire body felt as if it were melting into his as 
they kissed long and hard, his fingers manipulating her nipple solidly, 
making her want to squirm with delight. Her own encircling hand held him 
even more tightly, pressing him closer while her other hand continued the 
pressure on his superheated wand. And then she found herself releasing his 
cock because she wanted to tug down his underpants. She pulled and yanked, 
finding how hard it was to remove the undergarment with her body being so 
tightly pressed against his. And yet, little by little she pulled it down 
until it reached his 

She felt the hand he had around her fumble with the catch on her bra. When 
the hooks finally were opened, she felt as if a great pressure had been 
taken off her body. Odd, but her father and sister had undressed themselves, 
hurriedly and anxiously wanting to play with one another, and here she was, 
making things so difficult for him. She wanted to make things easy, yet she 
dared not. She didn't want to create the impression she was an easy girl. He 
had to work for what he would get from her. She felt him silently 
struggling, pulling the straps off her shoulders, yanking her arm from 
around him, even forcing her to release his penis; all so he could pull the 
confounded brassiere off. 

Once the bra was off, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her 
nipple, making her shudder. But all the while her hand was reaching for the 
naked phallus, feeling the smooth caress of the flesh; the soft hardness of 
it as it seemed a living, breathing separate thing in her palm. She could 
feel it expand and recede, pressing its rubbery tip against her thighs. 
Lord! It felt so... good ... yes, good. 

His fingers were now working on her cotton bloomers, tugging them down as 
his mouth sucked avidly on her enlarged nipple. The sensation was so 
overpowering, she bucked her thighs against him, raising her hips for the 
moment and letting him tug the cotton undergarment down to her knees. Then, 
even as he continued chewing on her nipple, sending electric thrills into 
her body, he managed to reach down with his hand and pull off both, his own 
undershorts and her bloomers. He pulled them off, tugged them out from 
beneath the covers, and let them fall to the floor. Now she could ' feel the 
wedge of phallic glans pressing into the triangle of blond curls between her 
thighs. It felt good, even if it was wrong. ' 

Even so, she was afraid. She was all but terrified. 

"I'm so scared," she whispered to Ronny. "I'm so terribly frightened." 

The memory of the rough way Earl had handled her was coming back to her as 
she felt his firm, masculine hands embrace her, gently but firmly. There was 
no reason why Ronny's handling of her should bring Earl to mind, yet it did. 

"You'll despise me after this, won't you?" she asked, and he could detect 
the sincerity in her voice. 

"How can I despise you for loving me?" he asked. "Where I come from, the 
only women we despise for doing something like this are non-discriminating 
women who don't really care with whom they join. But there are many, many 
women, most women in fact, who join with men because of the strong feeling 
they have for them. These women we respect all the more because they . have 
the common sense to see the necessity of becoming one with a loved one." 

"I've seen so much in the past two weeks. I've been so afraid of it all, yet 
now I feel I have the urge to try so many of the things I've seen my sister 
and father do. But I'm afraid you'll have a low opinion of me for doing 
anything." 

"When two people love one another, everything goes," he whispered. 

Her palm rubbed his phallic probe again and again, and for the first time 
she felt the wetness coming from his penile tip. She let it soak into her 
palm and then rubbed it back into the rubbery knob of his cock. Then she 
massaged the full length of his fat pole, letting her hand experience the 
sensation of heat emanating from the solid meat. Lord! It was so thick! How 
would any woman ever be able to fit something like that inside her. 

She remembered how difficult it had been for her sister to jam her father's 
monstrous pole into her cunt, yet she had made it fit. She had fitted it 
into her mouth, first, and at the time Mary Jane had wondered how she had 
even accomplished that feat. 

"I ... want to try something," she whispered, feeling his lips work on her 
other nipple now, sending even more static coursing through her body. 

"Sure," he agreed, still sucking her nipple. 

"Lie back," she pleaded. 

"Hey, if you want to quit, just say so, honey. Don't make me relax and then 
jump out of bed and run out into the cold, dark night, naked like that. I 
told you, I happen to love you, but as much as I want you, I want you 
willingly. So far, I have the feeling you're more than willing, even if you 
have put up a virtuous battle. But if you really don't want this, I'll stop 
right now." 

"Ronny," she whispered, "I want you. I want you very much. Things I have 
seen have made me afraid, so I'll tell you to force me a little at times 
when I try backing away. But having seen so many things in so short a time, 
I've become curious as well as afraid. But my curiosity is outweighing my 
fear at this point, and I want to try and find out just how wonderful these 
things are. No, I won't jump out of bed and run out into night. I love you, 
and I trust you, and I want to experiment, because this is all so new to 
me." 

"I figured you'd want me to do all the work for the first few times." 

"That would be nice, but it wouldn't help me to learn anything, would it? 
No, Ronny, I have to discover for myself just what has to be done. I'll be 
honest. I don't think I'm quite ready to have you push that thing into my 
vagina, tonight. I mean, aside from the cold, I think I'd like to see my own 
defloration take place, and not by candlelight. Tomorrow, when if s light 
out, and there's enough light coming in through the windows, if I'm a little 
less afraid, we can proceed." 

"So what do we do now, cool it and forget the whole thing?" 

"Not on your life," she told him, smiling. "I watched my sister do this to 
my father. She did it very avidly, so I figure she must have gotten a heck 
of a lot of pleasure from it. Don't do anything at the moment except lie 
back and, I hope, enjoy." 

Her tongue came flicking out of her mouth and lapping at his hairy chest. He 
had a lot of hair on his chest, and at first she was afraid she might not 
penetrate the thick, dense growth and reach his skin. But she did. She even 
found his small, tight masculine nipples and licked at them the way he had 
licked at hers, only his were too small to take into her mouth and suck. Her 
tongue lapped its way along his chest to his belly, bypassing his navel and 
moving lower. As she neared his pelvis, Mary Jane was able to smell the 
scent of the soap he had used. Her tongue slashed through the forest of 
black carpeting, feeling him jump as he first realized what she was about to 
do. Then, not giving herself a chance to change her mind, she opened her 
mouth and gobbled his cock into her throat as swiftly as a frog would snap 
up a fly. Her long, blond hair blanketed his lap, and her hot, hungry mouth 
sucked the full length of his thick prick deep into the ardent depths of her 
eager throat. She coughed a little, and even choked somewhat, but after her 
initial gagging, bent to her task of sucking bis meaty member with a 
willingness Ronny had never experienced in a female, before. 

He'd known his share of women. More than one had eagerly sucked him off, but 
not one had the avidity of this girl. He'd been blown by experts who 
displayed marvelous technique in prolonging his orgasm as they ate him, but 
no other female in the world did it with the desire to please displayed by 
Mary Jane. She was joyously exuberant as her mouth bobbed up and down with a 
boundless enthusiasm, actually adoring what she was doing, not merely 
because she enjoyed sucking the cock as many fellatrixes did, but because it 
was his particular cock she was sucking. 

Mary Jane sucked as if the entire piece of flesh was made of ice cream. When 
her head rose to the top and she took her mouth off it for a moment, her 
tongue wrapped itself around the fleshy pillar and licked much the way she 
had licked her ice cream cone. And she was enjoying every last moment of it, 
right from the meaty start. It was far tastier than any ice cream cone she'd 
ever known. She sucked and licked and lapped and drank the colorless oil 
dripping from the tip as if it was the tastiest sugar-water. Her small nose 
jammed itself into his flat stomach as she sucked and vacuumed his solid 
prick deeper into her mouth than she would have ever believed she could take 
it. The rubberlike bulb had pressed into her throat at first, giving her a 
gagging sensation, but after a while she had relaxed her esophagus, and the 
knobby point slipped into her gullet very naturally. 

Ronny, himself, was completely astounded. He'd had no idea any female on 
earth could suck bo much of his cock into her eager mouth. He was up on his 
elbows, staring into the darkness, watching her lips compress tightly around 
the base of his throbbing cock, not believing a novice could suck so 
delightfully. Yet Ronny knew for a fact his was the first cock she had ever 
sucked. Everything he'd heard from her he accepted as gospel. He knew Earl 
had done something to her, but it had nothing to do with her mouth. Why 
would he have pulled off her bloomers if he was after her mouth? And the 
female doctor had declared her cherry was still intact, so Earl hadn't 
actually fucked her. In all probability he had played around with her a 
little. Maybe he had licked her pussy, and she had liked that so much she 
understood how much he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his rampant rod as 
it slammed in again and again. No! She had admitted watching her sister do 
this with her father. That was why she was trying it with him, and she was 
enjoying it. 

Her lips sucked strongly, and he could feel her tongue eeling its way back 
and forth across the underside. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much 
longer, not because of the fantastic sucking job (and it was fantastic), but 
because of all the love he felt going into the sucking her mouth was giving 
him. 

Mary Jane could feel the pulsing in his throbbing penis, and she was afraid 
to let him come off in her mouth. She wasn't ready for that, just yet. 

Releasing his heavy cock, she slid her mouth away from it. In the darkness 
she stared at it, unable to see how richly purple the crown looked, or how 
red the tanned staff had become because of the way her leeching lips had 
pulled on it. 

Even so, she couldn't pull her face away from it, and began licking it with 
her tongue, letting her oral digit swirl around the pulsing crown, licking 
the coronal edge and causing Ronny to squirm, maddeningly. 

"It's really wonderful," she whispered, talking to him while pressing the 
phallus to her lips. And then her moist tongue came out and licked at it 
again. 

"Wonderful thing," she muttered, followed by an "Mmmmmm," as she licked it 
again. "I never thought I'd ever be able to do this for any man. Yet with 
you it all seems ... mmmm ... so natural." 

"God!" he muttered. "You do that like no other woman in the world." 

Not bothering to think about the "compliment," she pressed her nose where 
his cock joined his sac and began licking the scrotum. Her tongue lay flat 
against the wrinkled, leathery bag and lapped hungrily, making the skin 
shrivel and pull, drawing his balls up into his groin as her tongue worked 
its way over it. She licked the balls again and again, washing them 
thoroughly before allowing her tongue to move lower. 

What Mary Jane was doing now she was doing more by instinct than by memory. 
She felt like licking lower, and her tongue tickled his perineum. She could 
taste the soap down there and knew he had washed himself all over his nether 
area. 

Something sparked her memory and she recalled the way Earl had licked her 
asshole. She had really enjoyed the icy, slithery sensation of his tongue 
pushing into her rectum. 

Making a stiff scoop of her tongue, she poised it and pressed it against his 
rectal pucker. The sensation made Ronny literally jump. He felt lightning 
blaze from his extremities as her tongue pressed harder and harder against 
his anus, forcing the sphincter ring to finally surrender and open so her 
tongue could spear into his ass channel. The totally unexpected oral attack 
on his asshole made his cock tingle as it swelled to even greater length and 
thickness. If he didn't come soon, the organ would simply blow up. 

Her own body was on a ninety degree angle to his. He reached out with his 
hand and began pulling her luscious young ass toward him. She moved a 
little, bringing her rear-end closer, but when his hand cupped itself over 
the split, oozing peach of her fuzz-ringed pouch of pussy, another memory 
touched her; the unpleasant way Earl had slapped her when she had tightened 
up because he'd touched her there. Suddenly she went rigid, pulling her 
mouth from Ronny's asshole. 

"I.. . can't," she suddenly screamed. "Oh God! I can't. This is obscene and 
indecent and against everything I really believe. Ronny, don't force me... 

"Hush!" he ordered, pulling her to him. He pulled her on top Of him, yanking 
the covers over both of them, pushing his face between the pear-like fruits 
of her sweet breasts. He pressed his nose into her soft, full flesh, turning 
his face so he could suck her ripe, rich nipple into his mouth, licking it, 
chewing it, tasting the deliciousness of it. No matter how she struggled he 
knew she was completely aroused. He could feel her nipple, as large as one 
of his own thumbs, hard and solid with anticipation. 

Mary Jane stopped fighting him but for awhile remained quiescent, letting 
the tingling thrills of his mouth and teeth reaffirm the delightfulness of 
him as she lay on top of him. She allowed herself to go completely limp, 
relaxing as it were, even so, realizing how much she was enjoying it all, 
even if her mind had caused her to rebel. So, for awhile she simply lay on 
top of him, enjoying the way his mouth traveled from one nipple to the 
other, enjoying the taste of her. 

Excitement, temporarily lost, quickly rebuilt inside her, and it was only 
when she felt his fingers delve between her solid thighs that the old fear 
took hold of her again and she tried pulling away. But this time she didn't 
put as much effort into it as she had, previously. His hand was soft, yet 
firm, pressing against the smooth, satin flesh of her solid thigh, and as 
his hands moved higher, her legs unwittingly parted themselves. This time 
she was determined to allow him access to her slit. 

Fighting him was foolish. She was also fighting herself, no matter what 
nightmarish things she had endured, earlier. 

Her leaking pussy was a juicy peach of slashed fruit oozing heady, slippery 
juices against his fingers and palm. The petal-like labia were soft but 
firm, pouting almost majestically, and then his fingers moved the littlest 
bit higher and touched the thrilling button of her oversensitive clitoris. 
He rubbed a fingertip against it in a gentle motion, rhythmically pressing 
it, and suddenly its rigid surface became even harder and wetter. 

She had slipped off him and lay beside him on the bunk, not feeling the cold 
surrounding them, aflame with an inner heat caused by his rubbing finger. 
She was still gasping and breathing heavily. 

"Still trust me?" he asked. 

"Y ... yes," was all she could answer, her voice so low he could barely hear 
her. 

"Now tell me what you want," he said to her. "I mean, I love you, and I 
don't want to hurt you, but I can't keep guessing from one minute to the 
next just what it is you wish. So honey, you tell me, in simple words, 
exactly what it is you want." 

"I... I... I... want you to ... to ... to make me feel good. I want you to 
do it any way you think best, but do it. And what's more I want to make you 
feel good, and I'll do whatever you think necessary to make you feel good." 

She was panting heavily now, and most of it was not from fright as much as 
it was from anticipation. 

"You mean you're letting me run the show from here on in." 

"Yes, Ronny, yes." 

"Okay, then keep those lovely thighs wide open." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to do to you just what you did to me. I'm going to make you feel 
good." 

"Yes, yes, make me feel good. Oh please, make me feel good." And her thighs 
parted all the more widely. 

He paused for a moment, almost afraid to do it. Her moods seemed to 
continually change. So far her resistance had been more token than anything 
else. Still, he was afraid to really harm her. She was erratic enough so 
that while his face was between her thighs she might suddenly clamp them 
shut and then hit him over the head with a shoe or any other heavy object 
she might find within easy reach. Hell! She'd already given that guy Earl a 
crack in the balls. He was able to tell by the way Earl had been lying on 
the floor when he'd walked into the man's room. What was there to prevent 
her from doing something similarly painful to him. Yet, if she allowed him 
to keep his mouth between her thighs long enough, he was certain he could 
convince her to enjoy the whole thing. Pussy eating was an art with him. He 
loved it. Girls he'd never really loved had been eaten by him at one time or 
another, and they'd have been his virtual slaves, afterward, had he so 
wished. 

"Relax," he told her, making her lie face up on the bunk bed as he began 
kissing his way down her belly. 

He could feel her breathing heavily, sucking in her belly and trembling at 
the prospect of what was to come. Her slender, desirable body, lying bare 
beneath him tasted even better than it looked. Her skin was alabaster-white 
from her forehead to her toes. Even in summer she didn't allow herself to 
become too exposed to the rays of the sun. And as he peered between her 
thighs he could see what looked like a burning, golden bush in the darkness, 
accentuated by the droplets of pussy oil caught in the ringlets. 

He thumbed the hair aside and stared into, the fleshy pink blossom of her 
pussy. She shivered a bit when he caressed the soft, tender labia. Her 
memory was once again jogged, recalling the brutal touch of the 
walrus-mustached Earl. But her thighs remained wide open and he continued 
staring down into her sweet passion pit, which, even in the darkness, was 
clearly defined. He could see the light flow of brandy-like liquid seeping 
from between the sweet, plum-like lips; lips that moved with her breathing, 
offering themselves to him to be kissed. 

His face moved slowly lower, his tongue protruding, and he licked the salty 
slice lightly, and she fairly jumped as if touched by an electric cattle 
prod. He lapped around the outside of her soft labia, and with each circle 
of his tongue he moved it a little closer to her beadlike clitoris. When he 
finally applied his tongue to it, literally swiping his tongue across it 
again and again, he heard tiny squeals of uncontrolled pleasure issue forth 
from her throat. His hands gripped her asscheeks tightly, raising her cunt 
higher so he could let his tongue swirl through it before returning to lap 
at her shivering clit. His face was engulfed into a soft, wonderful darkness 
that was alternately as smooth as satin or as fluffy as down. It was soaking 
and slithery with the liqueur of her lubricity, and he forced his face even 
deeper, plunging his lapping tongue as far as it could go. 

Mary Jane couldn't believe it was happening. It was everything she hadn't 
believed possible. The flickering of his tongue was enough to set her 
shuddering as her ass moved in wild, concentric circles on the bed. 

"Oh my ... God ..." she murmured, "oh ... goodness ... it's so ... ahhhhh 
... ooooooh ... wonderful ... uhhhh ... oh wonderful..." 

And this time it was her hand that reached out to his body, barely able to 
put her fingers on his ass. When she did, she pulled, letting him know she 
wanted his ass moved toward her head. 

Ronny knew what she wanted. It was the same thing he had wanted when she had 
been eating him, earlier. His tongue was really reaching into her, making 
her feel all the things he was certain she would feel. The idea had been 
good when he'd wanted to do it, and he certainly thought it just as good an 
idea, now. She had such a beautiful face he felt an overwhelming urge to 
force his cock between those lovely lips and fuck that wonderful mouth even 
as he sucked the wonderful water from her vaginal drain. 

Little by little he moved his body, raising a knee and bringing it down on 
the other side of her head, knowing his pulsing putz was poised right over 
her face. He raised his head from her soaking, swampy cunt, and looked back, 
watching as he lowered his heavy cock between the leeching lips of her 
mouth, feeling the pressure of her wonderful tongue as it pressed against 
the top of his glans. The oval, clutching silkiness of her lips made him 
tingle all over as he slid it up and down inside her sweet mouth. 

God! How he would have loved to simply stare at the way his prong moved in 
and out of her mouth, a wet, glistening steam pole being loved by her 
tickling tongue. But that would have meant her losing some of the thrill 
herself. Besides, if he didn't continue his oral attention to her sweet 
cunt, she might eventually cool off, and no matter how much she professed to 
love him, might insist he withdraw his cock. Besides, he happened to really 
enjoy mouthing her pussy. 

His hands moved beneath her buttocks again, all but lifting it as he planted 
his lips once again on her labia. He stuffed his tongue far into her swampy 
pussy, feeling the bog-like walls tighten and close in around it. And her 
leaking cunt oil was flowing even more. 

Mary Jane was in heaven. The full length of his steaming shaft was locked 
between her lips with the phallic head probing into her throat, and she 
gobbled hungrily, thrilling to the wonder of his fantastic cock as it moved 
in and out with rapid thrusts. She ate hungrily, and he, in return, gobbled 
noisily. Her pillowy lips maintained a gentle, continuous pressure on his 
achingly sensitive corona while her tongue lapped all the way around the 
throbbing pole. Her mouthing egged him on to heavier, stronger 
snatch-gobbling until he used his tongue like a mad whip to lather her 
juices into hot steam. 

His fingers sank more deeply into the tight, sweet cleft between her 
asscheeks, pressuring her quim even more tightly against his lusting mouth. 
She wriggled and trembled, rubbing the sponge-like carpet of pussy-hair all 
around his nose and cheeks, and all the while his tongue continued knifing 
so deeply into her tender center, feeling her vulva tighten around it as if 
attempting to literally pull it out of his mouth. He kept trying to plunge 
his tongue in a bit deeper on each lap, and Mary Jane could feel it. Her 
roiling center seemed to be quivering and squeezing with wild, ecstatic 
beat. The pussy was so tight, he could barely force his tongue in. It was as 
tight as her anal orifice. God! He could barely wait to insert his prick 
into this delicious hole. 

And Mary Jane was having similar thoughts, thinking how thick and heavy his 
cock was, and how thrilling it would eventually be to have him stab this 
mighty plunger all the way up into the trickling center where his tongue, as 
delightful as it was, could hardly make any headway. 

She wanted the ultimate essence his cock would deliver. She wanted to feel 
it heatedly splash down her throat and run into her belly. She remembered 
what sperm smelled like that day she had gone to clean Molly's room and 
found Earl fucking Molly. She'd had an almost uncontrollable urge to push 
her face between their connecting pelvises and lap up all the cream falling 
out of Molly's pussy. The odor was so strong it made her salivate. 

And then her upper lip felt a wild, pulsing sensation as it pressed against 
the base of his cock's underside. There was a crazy, pulsating pressure 
building, and then the hot spunk came pouring into her gullet as he jazzed 
his heavy meat even harder into her mouth, ramming his balls into her nose. 
The blistering come came shooting out of the tip of his cock and poured down 
her throat in heavy, gummy rivulets. 

Mary Jane jumped, as if it had been totally unexpected, but after a moment 
settled her head back on the pillow and drank thirstily at his outpouring 
fountain. She sucked and pulled with her lips, doing her best to drain all 
she could from him, her fingers digging deeply into his asscheeks in an 
effort to steady his plunging as he squirted more and more into her throat. 

She could tell how eager he was to have her enjoy it all, for even as he 
shot his wad down her throat his mouth continued working at her mushy cunt. 
It was a combination of masculine pride and love for her that wouldn't allow 
him to let up for one moment even as he felt her lips continually pulling on 
his flagging member, pumping every last little bit of juice from his 
withering hose. 

His tongue, which had been slurping in and out of her womanly pit, now 
concentrated on massaging her budlike clit, and it had just the right 
effect. Even with him on top of her, she raised her fulcrum, suddenly 
becoming rock-rigid, her mouth still moaning and sighing around the 
shrinking flesh of his deflating prick as it squirted out its last few 
drops. He felt her fingertips grip his asscheeks strongly as her columnar 
thighs began pressing against both ears. He lapped all the more quickly, and 
then she spasmed wildly hunching and bouncing and writhing as if a cock had 
already been planted inside her. 

She was gasping for air as her mouth gaped wide, completely forgetting about 
the shrunken penis she was releasing, even though Ronny had unleashed all 
his gism. He knew at this point she might not be responsible for what might 
happen, and so yanked his shrunken pecker from between her gaping lips as 
her teeth clamped together at the height of her first orgasm. 

It was a total, complete orgasm, and unlike anything Mary Jane dreamed could 
have existed. No wonder incest came easily to the Padramors. Her father had 
given her sister so much total pleasure in incest, it was no wonder Abigail 
had said something about that which was unpleasant at first turning into the 
thrill of a lifetime. Yes, this was undoubtedly the greatest thrill she had 
ever experienced in her lifetime. 

Her breath expelled in long, shuddering gulps as she fought to inhale. Her 
entire body was one tense organism as tears of enjoyment poured from her 
eyes. 

Slowly, very slowly, she exhaled and eased the tension inside herself. 
Little by little her body began to relax. 

Ronny sat up for a moment and caressed her face. She reached up, pulled him 
down beside her, and kissed him, tasting her vaginal secretions in his 
mouth. But she didn't care. What they had done they'd done out of love, and 
that was all that mattered. 

Aware, suddenly, of the intense cold, she reached down and gathered all the 
fallen blankets, piling them on top of Ronny and herself before they cuddled 
close to one another and drifted off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Daylight came and the two, cuddled together in the bunk bed, slept on. It 
had been more than a physical draining. It had been an emotional one, as 
well. They clung tightly to one another, not so much out of fear of losing 
each other as the simple enjoyment of being near the one who was loved. 

Awakening finally, Mary Jane thought she should feel some kind of remorse 
for the antics in which she had indulged the previous night, but could find 
no reason to feel sorry. She had truly enjoyed every moment of it, basically 
because she knew it was with a man who loved her, but one who wasn't part of 
the same clan. 

She lay silently, enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. It was 
ice-cold in the cabin, and she was glad to have him clinging to her. 

When his eyes finally opened, she looked at him and asked, "Do you still 
love me?" 

Ronny smiled. She was still such a little girl in so many ways. She would 
always have an air of naivet about her, and that would keep him drawn to 
her, always. He didn't know why, but he was certain he would never find 
another woman like this no matter how long he looked. 

"You betcha," he told her. "I think I'm always gonna love you. You're very 
special to me, Mary Jane. I think my wandering days are over. From now on 
I'm going to settle down and run the restaurant very industriously." 

"Can I help?" she pleaded. 

"Well, you proved you know how to wait tables. That's an asset." 

"Will you make love to me every night?" 

"Whenever the business doesn't whack me out." 

"I'll make sure it doesn't. Do you have a lot of relatives?" 

"Sure. Everyone in the restaurant business is loaded with relatives. There's 
always one to sell him insurance, dishes, cutlery, meats, furniture and 
everything else a restaurant needs. The relatives are supposed to Sell it to 
me giving me a break, but every now and again I get the feeling they're 
overcharging me. But, what can you do? 

They're relatives." 

"Don't you have any nice relatives?" 

"Oh, sure. I have an aunt who always comes in and helps behind the meat 
counter. Part of the restaurant sells take-out orders." 

"Am I really a permanent part of your life, Ronny? I'm so afraid I'm running 
away to nowhere and nothing." 

"Hey, you are the most important thing in my life, right now. And I'll prove 
it to you once we're back home by taking out a marriage license Then I'll 
hitch you to me permanently enough. And who knows, you might be the one to 
be sorry." 

"I'll never be sorry living with you. I enjoy being near you, touching you, 
just smelling the fresh scent of your body." 

"It's not so fresh after a whole day of restauranting. Believe me, it's a 
hard business." 

"But at least you get to keep what you earn. You're responsible for no one's 
problems other than those of yourself and your loved ones." 

"Hey, beautiful, wanna get laid?" 

"Could it wait until after breakfast and a washing up?" 

"Sure. Wrap a blanket around you and head for the bathroom. I'll get dressed 
and go get some fresh snow for drinking water." 

Ronny quickly dressed once Mary Jane had gone into the bathroom, not so much 
out of modesty as to warm up. The temperature must have been close to twenty 
degrees Fahrenheit, which for that time of year might even have been 
considered warm in that part of the country. 

Taking the washbasin, he went outside and filled it with fresh snow. The 
flakes had stopped falling, but from where he was, he could see both sides 
of the pass below were still blocked and would likely remain that way until 
the snowplows came through. 

Taking the basin inside, he heated the snow on the kerosene stove until it 
was warm water, then gave it to Mary Jane so she could wash. When she was 
finished with it, she handed him the basin and he refilled it, heated it 
again, then went into the bathroom once she was out, and took care of all 
his needs, which included a quick soaping and rinsing from throat to knees. 

When he emerged from the bathroom, he found her cooking some of the dried 
meat in a fry pan she had found in one of the cupboards. There was a little 
cooking oil too, so the meat wouldn't stick. 

After breakfast, they cleaned the fry pan, threw the paper plates and 
plastic forks into the cess hole used as a toilet, washed their hands, and 
went for a walk. They couldn't walk too far, but both felt the need for 
fresh air at that point. 

"You know," she said to him, staring down at the pass and the two points 
where it was blocked, "this may sound kind of dumb, but I feel like a bride 
on her honeymoon." 

"Do Padramor brides have honeymoons?" Ronny asked. 

"Not in the sense that you people do. I've read about your customs and I'm 
aware of the honeymoon idea, where a bride and groom go away and get to know 
one another. It's a very good idea. The Padramor honeymoon is different, and 
now I know why. The supposed bride is given a collation after her marital 
initiation. Then she gets to spend the next two weeks in her so-called 
husband's bed, every night. Now I know there is no true husband, unless the 
father insists his daughter marry outside the immediate family, which is 
rare. I couldn't understand why my sister didn't sleep in our room for the 
two weeks following her fifteenth birthday. This past week I learned all 
about the whys and wherefores." 

"One thing I can't understand about your religion. Why does everyone insist 
on leading Spartan lives, with barely enough to live on from year to year." 

"The Padramors remain poor because they remain isolated," Mary Jane told 
him. "In order to make money, they'd have to mingle with those people 
already making money. If they did that, the Padramor secret might become 
known. And that is a secret that must be kept. Just as the Mormons had to 
stop their polygamy once it became known, so the Padramors would have to 
surrender their idea of incest should it become known. And since incest is 
the basis of our religion, it would thus mean the end of the Padramors." 

"Won't the others be afraid you and I might reveal their secrets?" 

"No. My behavior this past week, when first undergoing incestual 
instruction, was quite exemplary. As far as my family and the rest of the 
Padramors are concerned, I've run off with you because I've fallen madly in 
love with you. They know I won't really reveal anything to outsiders, even 
though I have rejected the Padramor faith by going away with you. I will 
never be accepted back on Bell's Landing." 

"Does it bother you?" 

"I'll miss my sister, Abigail. But I was never strongly tied to my parents. 
Parents? My mother is also my half sister. Do you think you can tolerate me, 
knowing this?" 

"Why not? You and I aren't related; not even distantly. Our children will 
all be very healthy." 

"Our children," Mary Jane mused. "God, I hope they're all girls. If I have 
any sons, who knows but it might be in my blood to revert to type and try 
and sleep with them."- 

Ronny laughed and said, "Incest is not an inherited tendency. You told me, 
one of the reasons why you ran away was the fear of having to take a son for 
a lover later on in life. I can't see you changing, later on. Besides, at 
the rate we're going right now, we'll never even have children. You're still 
a virgin." 

Tingles ran through Mary Jane. The thrill of doing something of truly great 
importance was about to happen. What, after all, could be of greater 
importance to a young girl, than the loss of her maidenhood? It was more 
than that. It was the thrill of doing something totally forbidden according 
to her former religion, the only religion she really knew. She was going to 
sleep with an outsider. She was going to surrender her hymen to someone 
other than her father, or for that matter other than a member of her family. 
There was the thrill of sexual arousal, but it was much more. It was the 
thrill of doing something she had believed wrong all her life, but now knew 
was right. 

There was even more to it than that. All during the past year her older 
sister had hinted at the wonders of something she, Mary Jane, was totally 
unaware of. Now she would experience that wonderful thing. Hers was a full, 
ripe female body waiting for that ultimate consummation. Her breasts were 
still growing, but they were already full and hard. Her buttocks were firm 
and round. Beneath her flat belly was a flaxen mound of golden pussy hair 
covering a pussy she knew was totally alive and alert to extra-sensitive 
handling. She had already enjoyed one total and complete orgasm, brought 
about by her lover's mouth. It proved she had passion inside her. 

The thoughts in Mary Jane's mind were beginning to affect her body. She 
could feel that hot, burning itch deep inside her pussy as hot droplets 
began to leak from between her virginal labia, moistening the crotch of her 
cotton bloomers. She would have to wash those bloomers before putting them 
on again. Already, as she walked back toward the cabin with Ronny, 
scissoring her thighs back and forth, she could feel a certain sexual beat 
building up inside her. The nipples of her breasts were hardening into pink 
nubbins of sensuality, pressing into her bra, and as she looked down she 
could see the bulge in Ronny's groin, letting her know he was hot for her, 
too. It was exciting and arousing. 

Ronny, who had an arm around Mary Jane, sensed she was trembling with 
something more than mere sexual anxiety. He smiled at her, radiating 
confidence, but there was turmoil inside him, as well. He was going to be 
the first engineer to drill a shaft into this particular woman's tunnel. He 
would have to do it slowly and carefully, yet with enough speed to break the 
hymeneal barrier as quickly as he could. 

They entered the cabin and he lit a fire on the kerosene stove. It would 
help to warm up the cabin a bit during the day. They removed their coats and 
dropped them on the upper bunk bed, then sat on the lower one, side by side. 
Ronny's hand stroked up and down Mary Jane's arm, knowing the feeling would 
be enough to start her going. She turned and pressed her face into his 
chest, her fists balling up and clutching parts of his shirt. He could sense 
her gasping as his hands caressed her back. He let the hand slide down along 
her back, moving lower, lower, running along the edge of her spine to the 
delicate curve of her asscheeks. Then he let his fingers dance up again, 
running along the trestle of her spine. And all the while he kept breathing 
heatedly into her ear as she pressed her face harder and harder into his 
chest. 

"Think you're really ready?" he asked. 

"I'll never be more ready," she whispered, throatily. 

His hands slowly, smoothly, skillfully caressed and stroked her breasts. He 
pressed his palms more firmly against the material of her dress, feeling and 
hearing her pant as he rubbed her nipples, making them enlarge and press 
against the coarse material of the long dress. His hands found the zipper on 
the back of her dress and hastily pulled it down, letting her slide the 
dress off her shoulders and arms. She stood for an instant in order to pull 
the dress off and put it on the upper bunk with the coats. Then his tongue 
began making warm, wet trails along her back, making her shiver even more. 
His head dipped lower, then came around front as his tongue flitted against 
the flatness of her belly, moving higher until he came to the snow-colored 
flesh filling her bra cups. His lips kissed the jutting mounds of her tits 
as his tongue licked down into the valley between them, making her shiver 
with anxiety as she clutched his head and held it close to her body. Then 
his fingers once again reached behind her and undid the bra snaps, and he 
pulled the garment off, freeing her full, small, rondular breasts. Then she 
sat as his mouth kissed her tits. 

Mary Jane's ass writhed against the bed as she squirmed under his masterful 
touch, her body rotating slightly in his direction as she grasped his hair, 
pulled his head up, and jammed her eager mouth against his lips. Her eyes 
were tightly shut, and she was all but out of breath. She felt his tongue 
probe into her mouth as his lips covered hers with ardent, flaming kisses. 
Ecstatic enjoyment filled her as she clutched him close to her bare breasts. 

She felt his fingers titillate the flowering buds of her rosy nipples. He 
pinched a little, enhancing all sensation in her breasts as she sucked on 
his probing tongue, feeling it lance in and out of her mouth. Mary Jane made 
small, almost whispering, mewling sounds. 

And then his sure hands moved from caressing her apple-round tits to her 
bare thighs, sliding up beneath the elastic of her bloomer. His fingers 
moved higher, causing her mounting passion to increase as she shivered even 
more as the beatific eroticism telegraphed by his fingers communicated 
itself to her. His fingertips were moving into the sodden area of her 
steaming crotch. His manual digits pulled the wet material aside and rubbed 
tantalizingly up and down the soaking, fur-surrounded slice of her leaking 
cunt as she opened his thighs to offer it to him. 

Mary Jane's head was spinning. She loved the probing of his fingers and felt 
herself becoming inebriated with delicious rapture. His fingers felt almost 
as good as his tongue had felt the night before. 

The strong, solid probing of his stiffened fingers were tugging the 
passion-soaked crotch of her bloomers aside. His extended middle finger 
moved to slide into the soaking, shivering never-before-touched cunt. It 
slid in slowly, feeling the hot, tight walls of her pussy squeeze around his 
injecting probe. He pushed a little deeper, and Mary Jane shifted to make it 
easier for him, sighing all the more as his finger slid a little deeper, 
moving until it met the stretched, taut membrane proving her virginity. She 
felt the finger then slowly withdraw, moving back along the hot, slick 
wetness through which it had pushed. She shuddered as it popped out of her 
simmering tunnel, then trembled violently as it touched her budding young 
clit, caressing it, massaging it, teasing it and even lightly pressing it. 
She could feel his excitement as well, knowing he was becoming more and more 
aroused by the pressure of his fingers into her soft corridor. She could 
tell he was becoming stimulated by the feel of her tender flesh, added to 
the vacillating thrill of merely touching her adolescent self. He was 
breathing heavily, his tongue stabbing between her lips, fucking itself into 
her mouth as if it were a cock already buried in a sweet snatch. 

Mary Jane felt herself gone beyond any point of return. She knew it, and she 
was aware he knew it. There was only one way all this would end and they 
both knew it. There had to be total satisfaction for both of them. With the 
passing moments Mary Jane became less and less afraid as her sensuality 
built ever higher. There would be pain. Of this she had no doubt. But she 
also knew it wouldn't be a lasting pain, and when it was finally gone it 
would be replaced by an everlasting, delightful fulfillment. And because she 
loved him so much, the rapture would be that much greater. She looked 
forward to it now with a deep anxiety. 

Ronny guided her down on the bunk bed, his middle finger still pressing and 
teasing her naked, pulsing button-like clitoris; his tongue still eeling in 
and out between her lips, moving faster and faster, heightening her desire 
even more. And then he slowly pulled his lips from hers, his body hovering 
directly over her supine, vibrating, youthful self. His head bent and once 
again he suckled her breasts, tasting the ripe berries of her nipples, 
feeling them become nails of hard flesh between his lips as his tongue 
played over each one in turn. All the while his fingers continued teasing 
her belly, tantalizing her tender, youthful flesh, feeling her writhe and 
squirm and wriggle with unabated delight. 

Pulling his lips from her tits, he stared down at her waist as his fingers 
slowly began tugging down her bloomers. She automatically lifted her hips to 
help him, and finally her soft, blond pussy muff came into his line of 
vision. He tugged lower, pulling her bloomers off, and was then able to 
stare at the wonderful pink vortex into which he'd buried his tongue the 
previous night. It was a fabulous sight; rich, pouting, and just seeping the 
tasty, colorless wine he had imbibed to his heart's content. The pouch of 
her labia swelled convexly, making him hunger for it all over again. The 
aromatic scent caused shivers to ripple through him. God! She was so 
beautiful. And she was his, all his. 

She was totally naked now, letting him appreciate the wonderful curves of 
her waist and the growing fullness of her hips. Her hips weren't fully 
developed yet, but even now they were delightfully swollen to the extent he 
was able to grasp how much more delightful they would be when they finally 
did fulfill their promise. 

Mary Jane felt wonderfully conspicuous. She enjoyed watching his eyes wander 
all over her body, admiring the wonder of her, making her realize she was 
far prettier than she had ever imagined she might be. The excitement of his 
glittering eyes caused even more lubricant to come seeping out from between 
her moth wing-like pussylips. She felt convulsive furors of ecstasy trammel 
through the inner depths of her creaming cunt and then charge through her 
entire nervous system as Ronny's hands once more closed over her solid 
breasts. She heard him almost whimper with pleasure at the velvety texture 
of her flesh added to the pebble-like solidity of her fully-aroused, 
almost-rigid pink nipples. His fingers once again began rolling across the 
nutlike firmness of her virginal tips, squeezing them into thrilling 
excitement. 

"I can't help myself," he whispered to her. "I can't get enough of the taste 
of them." And one more time his head came down and his hot, sucking mouth 
encompassed her entire breast, pulling the boob all the way in, feeling her 
solid stud of pink nipple rake across his palate as he sucked madly, letting 
his tongue roll around the teat. 

Mary Jane sighed and her hips once again took up the strong, rhythmic 
undulation instinctive to all people. Ronny sucked strongly this time, 
shuddering as her nipple touched the back of his throat, making him writhe, 
as well. And all the while he was stripping off his own clothes, no longer 
able to remain quiescent. Mary Jane was conscious of his mouth pulling her 
tit deeper and deeper into his throat, and then, abruptly, he released her 
breast, stood up, and said, "We should each look at one another, Mary Jane. 
Fear is a thing of the past. We must both want each other and see what we 
want." 

Slowly, the lust-hungry girl's brown eyes opened and she saw him standing 
above her, as bare as she, his face filled with love for her. Her eyes moved 
slowly down from his face, wandering across his hairy chest, down his flat 
belly, finally coming to rest on the thick, prurient-solidified dork she had 
loved the previous night, filling her mouth and throat with it until she 
thought she would die from delight. Now, in the daylight, it looked longer 
and broader than ever, making her suck in her breath strongly as her eyes 
widened. Yes, this was the wonderful weapon she wanted used to remove her 
virginal obstacle. Oh great God! She wanted it so much her pussy actually 
hurt from the longing. God! It was immense. She was staring at it as closely 
as she had seen Earl's, and though she confirmed her opinion that Earl's was 
a fraction of an inch longer, it was nowhere near as thick as this wonderful 
baton. It was beautiful: as beautiful to her eyes' as Earl's was ugly. 
Blood-swollen, magenta-domed, already she was picturing the wonderful flesh 
pike burying itself all the way into the depths of her hot, steaming canal, 
and a shiver of wantonness ran through her. At the same time she wondered if 
it was really possible for her to contain the entire length of that 
masterful wand. 

For an instant she was terrified again, thinking of how her father's 
ponderous pecker had looked, pushing its way into her sister's tight, tiny 
pussy. She froze, realizing she was about to get the full length of it 
inside her own body, and this was a longer, thicker prick than anything her 
sister had ever known. 

"Relax," Ronny whispered, "remain relaxed and the pain will pass very, very 
quickly. Trust me. I love you, Mary Jane." 

He seemed to have a relaxing effect on her and she calmed down. Any pain 
would be minimal, he had so sworn, and she knew she trusted him implicitly. 
And as the fear receded, the overwhelming yearning for him swelled, and she 
became mesmerized by the hot, hard, length of thick penis. Her imagination 
began working overtime and she could all but feel the broadsword of cock 
poking its way into her, and in her imagination she loved every bit of it. 

As if in a daze, a hypnotic trance, she watched Ronny lie down beside her 
as, once again his hungering mouth sought the pink nubbins of her nipples. 
She thrilled all over again to the sensation of his tongue rolling over 
first one, then the other nipple as his saliva oiled them and made them 
shine. The way his lips pulled at them made her want to shout to the world 
how wonderful it all felt. After seeing what her father had done to her 
sister, she had never dreamed such a thing would happen to her, and in such 
a short period of time. It was truly marvelous. 

She saw Ronny's eyes swelling as he stared at her wondrous blond triangle, 
gazing at the curling, downy cunt fuzz resting above the juice slice resting 
between the solid pillars of her white thighs. His gaze was riveted on the 
shining, dripping, coral nest exposed and waiting to be plumbed. 

"Christ!" he murmured, "you're so absolutely ravishing. No woman in the 
world is as beautiful as you." 

What a wonderful cunt. He remembered how tight it had been the previous 
night when he'd forced his tongue into it. Now it was simply waiting for his 
pulsing prick to probe it. 

Mary Jane could see his eyes were mirrors of love and lust. His hands were 
no spreading wide the pillars of her alabaster thighs, revealing the 
complete magnificence of her deep, pink channel. The mere sight of it seemed 
to totally overwhelm him. 

Working his way between those perfect columns of her thighs, Ronny rose to 
his knees, moving between the lush, palpitating flesh of her creamy loins, 
moving forward very slowly so the lavender point of his blood-engorged 
phallus barely touched the wet, pink edge of her slit. She pulled back 
reflexively when she felt the contact, then shudderingly relaxed, sighing, 
knowing that no matter how much it would hurt she wanted that huge, fat cock 
buried all the way way inside her. She sighed and let her head loll from 
side to side with her long blond hair waving across her face like a banner. 
Her round, solid-tipped breasts shivered under his pressing palms as she 
awaited the long-desired attack of his massive ram between her wide-open 
legs. 

Ronny had an overpowering urge to simply ram his cock into her, headlong, 
shoving it as far up into her as it would go, splitting her membrane quickly 
and violently. Only a last minute flicker, reminding him this was a 
gently-reared girl who had already had more than her share of problems 
sexually, restrained him. 

She felt him press his phallic tip to her parted lips, guiding it with his 
hand between the tight, elastic vulva of her ultra-tight cunt, his knees 
pressing against the insides of her thighs, preventing her from suddenly 
closing her legs on him. 

The inner softness of Mary Jane's loins felt the hardness of his knees and 
jerked apart after trying to press against them. His hand forced his 
throbbing cock forward a bit more until he had finally pushed the solid 
rubber point of his shimmering dick to where half the glans was finally 
between her sucking labia. 

Mary Jane bounced, anticipating pain, feeling a slight sting, but feeling 
even more certainly, the wonder of the pressure his cock exerted on all the 
walls of her vagina as it nosed in just past the crushing inner lips. Little 
by little, very, very slowly, he inched more and more of his solid thickness 
into her squeezing tightness. Her face began to twist with pain as his 
weighty cock stretched the walls of her tight cunt In a short while her 
agony would turn into wild, abandoned lasciviousness. 

He pushed a little deeper, feeling the wonder of her squeezing cunt as it 
pressed all the more tightly around his pushing penis. 

"Don't stop," she begged. "Push .. harder ... no matter what... keep ... 
uuuuuh ... pushing until it's... ahhhhh... it hurts... all the way... yaaaa 
... in ..." 

The blunted roundness of his oversensitive prick finally felt the barrier of 
her hymen. He reached down, gripped her hips with both hands, cocked his 
hips, then flexed them forward, ramming right through the virginal membrane, 
sundering it instantly, and Mary Jane reacted, bucking and screaming beneath 
him as his meat continued thundering in, forcing apart walls that had never 
had anything probing between them before. 

The worst was over. The cherry was no longer there. The only remaining pain 
had to do with the stretching of her inner tube of cunt as his ponderous 
cock continued making inroads until it was finally buried all the way in, 
feeling the tight clutch of her grasping channel as her young cunt for the 
first time, felt a solid, meaty cock fill it up. 

He lay on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and knees as his lips 
kissed hers, and bis tongue licked away the salty tears falling on her 
cheeks. He rotated his groin a little, letting his mighty tool enlarge her 
sweet, tight quim, and eventually Mary Jane felt the pain beginning to fade. 
She became conscious of his kissing lips and responded, kissing him back. 
Her arms went around him, tugging him tightly to her and her eyes were no 
longer shedding tears as she rotated her own fulcrum against his, first 
beginning to feel the wonder of his pressuring dong as it moved back and 
forth inside her. Vibrating with tremendous passion, Mary Jane felt how 
wonderfully and marvelously it filled her; so totally, so completely, so 
delightfully. Now the hole inside her didn't merely feel blocked, but felt 
fulfilled. It was as if a missing part of her had returned to become part of 
her again, thoroughly inundating her with a sensation of being complete. 

It was good! Oh yes, it was so very good! It was everything she had seen 
written on her sister's face when their father had fucked into Abby, and it 
was much more. And now that the pain was fast fading into a 
never-to-be-remembered past, she was certain the wonderful excitement would 
continue and build. 

Slowly, very slowly, she felt him move, pulling and withdrawing his 
masculine hardness from inside her fulfilled interior. 

Oh no! she thought. Oh no! Don't go. Don't leave me. Don't take that 
marvelous magic out of me. 

But before she could object and voice her feelings aloud, she felt the pole 
returning as he carefully fucked into her with long, slow, deliberate 
strokes. She could tell by the way he was trembling that every part of him 
was screaming to hurry the movement and come, yet he refused to listen to 
the cries of his body as greater and greater pressure began building up in 
his already-swollen testicles. His broad, powerful cock pushed into the 
farthest depths of the writhing girl's anxious twat, only to retreat for an 
instant before once again piledriving forward, the solid bluntness of the 
purple head actually butting against her cervical entrance as the sucking, 
burning walls of her cunt continued to expand slightly, adjusting her inner 
hole to the length and breadth of him. 

"Oooooh ..." she sighed . .. "it's sooooo gooooood. I never . . ooooh ... 
dreamed ... ahhhhh ... it could be so fantastic ... ohhhh ... even after 
last night. Don't stop, whatever you do, don't... uhhhh ... stop. I can tell 
when I come the feeling will... aggghhhh ... be so much stronger than ... 
eeeee... last night. Fuck me, beloved, but fuck hard, hard, hard ..." 

The sound of her pleading voice sent Ronny into a maddened plunging, driving 
him to a fevered pitch. Christ! She was enjoying it even more than he'd 
dreamed. She wasn't afraid of his spurting inside her. From the way her cunt 
was clutching his cock it was obvious she was eagerly looking forward to 
feeling the heat of his seed in her vagina. He rammed into her with all his 
strength, determined to bring her to a heady climax. 

Her clutching nookie felt welded to his probing cock. The resistance of her 
clutching walls was so strong he had to push with tremendous effort each 
time he plunged forward, and had to pull vigorously every time he retreated. 
Loud sucking sounds came from their connection as his ass pistoned his 
swollen dingus back and forth. Her fingers dug into his flesh and her heels 
kicked his rump urging him on, and Ronny realized to remain gentle and 
tender at this point would be to defeat everything for which they were 
jointly striving. 

He plunged forward, shoving his vibrant tool into her clinging vagina as far 
as it would go, burying it in her to the limit, shoving it through the 
clinging tissues of her enclosing walls, thrilling to the continual kisses 
being implanted on his prong's base by her squeezing vulva lips. The weighty 
sac between his thighs continually slammed against the tender perineum 
between hers, beating against it as if intending to smash through. Her 
thighs held him nestled tightly between, pulling him into her as anxiously 
as he was plunging his hard, fat, rigid muscle. It began chugging into her 
with greater speed as the mixture of their joint lubricity and her virginal 
blood oiled the way. In spite of the intense cold, both were perspiring 
heavily, grunting and sighing each time his pummeling cock returned to 
completely fill her vaginal void. She moved with as much anxiety as he, her 
ass bouncing wildly on the bunk bed's mattress as she automatically adjusted 
herself to the gait of this thrilling sexual union. Her thighs pressed 
solidly against his writhing hips. 

His mighty pudendum was reaming its way through her grasping cunt, an 
inflamed, burning pylon traveling through her and continually prying the 
walls of her sweet inner pathway apart as if it were a white-hot wedge. It 
seemed to thunder farther and farther into her, and Mary Jane felt as if one 
of those automobiles she had just seen for the first time was being driven 
through her clasping interior. It was speeding through that hollow part of 
her with such power she believed it would sure charge through her wanton 
belly up into her throat, eventually strangling her. 

With the passage of moments, the glorious vestibule of her young pussy 
dilated a fraction more, enlarging just enough to comfortably hold the 
immense breadth of his working penis. It felt like a gigantic marlin spike 
running in and out of her as if trying to eventually break through another 
barrier in the hope of literally nailing her to the bed. 

Mary Jane moved automatically, realizing for the first time the true purpose 
of her prurient snatch, and in so understanding its usage, became fully 
cognizant of how wonderful his hard flesh felt as it continued working its 
way through her. She began concentrating on the feel of it inside her, no 
longer letting things happen naturally. Her mind grasped the picture of his 
sweetmeat probing her furthest depths, plumbing her darkest regions. She 
could see it all in her mind as clearly as she had seen the way her father's 
cock had filled her sister's hole. She concentrated on the way her interior 
surrounded his manly plunger, and in doing so, began contracting her vaginal 
muscles, squeezing his powering organ far inside her impassioned, almost 
rabid cunt, intent on not only enjoying every last bit of it, but wanting to 
make it equally thrilling for him. 

Her firm, round asscheeks began bouncing more furiously now as she felt that 
wonderful something first beginning to build inside her. 

"I... I.... can fee ... feel it," she gasped, feeling flames sear her lungs 
as she continued moving her ass in rhythm to the way he was slinging his 
powerful cock into her. "Fuck ... harder," she ordered. "Fuck faster ... 
faster... faster... don't ... uhhhh sttttoooooop ... keep fucking ... 
uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh ... oh God ... God ... God ... I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnggg..." 

And she began bucking insanely, spasming wildly as she began coming madly. 
She came so hard she almost actually squeezed him out, her squashing pussy 
muslces clamped down so hard. 

As it was, his thundering phallus had thoroughly filled every bit of 
emptiness in her previously-void interior. It had entirely stoppered her 
full vaginal maw, allowing no air in or out, touching every living, febrile 
part of her, and Mary Jane went into wild paroxysms of unutterable delight, 
experiencing thrills ten times more powerful than those she'd known when 
he'd used his tongue. And when the first of her marvelous climaxes reached 
the top and began receding, she felt another one completely overwhelm her, 
hitting her with no less force. There was nothing wrong here, nothing 
immoral, nothing indecent. This was life. This was love. This was the very 
essence of being. It was the sum total of everything. 

Every nerve-ending, every synapse, every particle of herself was caught up 
in the wonderment of the orgasmic conclusions. And there seemed no end to 
her constant supply of oncoming orgasms. 

Ronny felt his own orgasm starting to build. It was really going to be 
something. He'd had his share of sexual experiences, and some of them had 
been on the verge of fantastic, but he knew this was going to be the big 
one. More, he knew it was only the prelude of years and years of climaxes to 
come; all of which would surpass each previous orgasm. 

His seed came bubbling up, thrilling him as it never had before, and 
suddenly he found he was thrashing while lying on top of her, madly 
injecting his wanton serum into her clamping cunt, spurting outpouring 
gallons of heavy fluid as far up into her as he possibly could, knowing it 
was penetrating her cervix, seeping into her womb, climbing higher and 
higher in an attempt to reach as far into her as it could. 

A mighty, inflexible fire hose, it blasted into her again and again, sending 
pulsating vibrations shivering through every particle of him. He clutched 
her all the more tightly to him, kissing her face, feeling her respond with 
as much fervor. 

Each realized they had found the mate meant for them. There was no escaping 
this final conclusion. They understood no one would ever feel this good to 
either one of them. They seemed to have been designed to fit each other. 

After an eternity of time the wonderful feeling slowly, very slowly faded, 
but they remained locked into each other. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The atmosphere in the little cabin was one of utter delight and sensation. 
For the next three days Ronny and Mary Jane made love in every conceivable 
manner, using positions even he had never dreamed of before. It was, as Mary 
Jane had said, a kind of honeymoon, even if it was taking place prior to the 
formal marriage. 

It was early Thursday morning when they heard the snowplows clearing the 
road beneath them. They hurriedly cleaned up the cabin, refilling the oil 
lamps from bottles they found in one of the cabinets, putting away the 
blankets after carefully folding them, and making certain there was no dirt 
behind them. 

Once the snowplows were gone, they got into the car, and were happy when the 
engine turned over and Ronny was able to drive them out of the mountains. 
They were happy just being with one another. 

Late in the afternoon, they stopped to gas up and have some lunch. Ronny 
ordered some roast beef for the two of them at a small restaurant. They took 
their time, enjoying their food, sipping coffee, and relaxing. Later, while 
Mary Jane went off to the powder room, Ronny refilled the thermos with hot 
tea, and then they went on their way. 

Neither noticed the car that pulled into the restaurant only minutes after 
they'd arrived. Nor did they see the occupant, a person as surprised to see 
them as they would have been to see him. Earl had some good reasons for 
wanting his revenge against the two of them. And suddenly the opportunity 
was being handed to him. 

Had Mary Jane not run off with Ronny, Earl not only would have been held in 
jail, but would have gone to trial. As it was, with the two witnesses 
against him gone, the Padramors had no choice but to release him, insisting 
he never return to Bell's Landing again. Earl was more than happy to comply. 

He'd spent three days in a house of ill repute on the mainland, trying to 
prove his balls still worked in spite of what Mary Jane had done to them. 
But nothing seemed to go right, and though he'd gotten off a few shots with 
his cock inside one or two paid-for cunts, he didn't feel right. 

He'd finally left and had taken the long way, around the mountain, not in 
the mood to encounter any possible avalanches. So it was, just as he 
approached the restaurant, Mary Jane and Ronny, who had finally come down 
out of the mountain, were ordering. 

Earl took a table at the rear of the restaurant and settled for coffee. The 
sight of Mary Jane had gotten him all hot and bothered again. Aside from 
taking his revenge on the two of them, he intended proving his cock could 
work as well as ever by using it on the blond girl. 

He followed them when they left the restaurant, and they, not realizing he 
was behind them, drove blissfully on. That evening, they pulled into a 
motel, and Earl was right behind them. He waited until they'd gotten their 
key to their unit, then went in and registered, himself. He made sure to get 
the unit next to theirs. 

Going to his own unit, he took off his heavy jacket, splashed some cold 
water on his face, then took a small-but-heavy ornamental log kept in an 
artificial fireplace in his room, and stepped outside. The window of the 
next unit was wide open, and he peered through the curtains and saw Mary 
Jane going into the bathroom. He heard the shower being turned on, which 
meant she would be in there for a little while. 

He watched Ronny open the bathroom door, poke his head in, and say something 
about sending a telegram. Then he shut the bathroom door, pulled on his 
jacket, and stepped outside. As he rounded the corner of his unit, Earl 
brought the small log crashing down on his head. Ronny went down as if the 
sky had suddenly caved in on him. The only thing saving him from a 
concussion was his being startled at seeing Earl's shadow at the last 
fraction of a second. He flinched and rolled with the blow somewhat. He was 
unconscious, and would remain out for awhile, but Earl was convinced he'd 
hit Ronny hard enough to kill him. He left him where he'd fallen. 

Entering Ronny's cabin, he waited patiently, pulling down the windows and 
closing all curtains. He had no intention of being disturbed. He owed this 
bitch something more than the ass-fucking he'd given her the last time. He 
sat and waited. 

He heard the shower shut off and stood up. As Mary Jane came out of the 
bathroom, toweling herself dry, Earl grabbed her and clapped a hand over her 
mouth. She stared up into his fearsome face with its bristling walrus 
mustache and began trembling. 

"Hi, Padramor bitch with the holy cunt," he smiled. "Remember me?" 

Mary Jane thought she would faint How had this monster suddenly 
materialized? Where was Ronny? 

"Looking for your boyfriend?" Earl smirked, reading her mind. "Forget him. 
There's a good chance you'll never see him again. Now I'm gonna take my hand 
away from your mouth. If you scream, there's a good chance you won't see 
anything or anyone again. Just keep your voice nice and low." 

He let his palm come away from her lips. For a few moments she merely stood 
there, shivering. Then she finally said, "What happened to Ronny?" 

"It don't matter," he told her. "What matters is you don't want the same 
thing to happen to you. Now you start cryin' or screamin', and I swear I'll 
clobber you right here and now." 

"What do you want from me?" she asked, shuddering. 

"That's better. I want a nice chick. I want everything from you, honey. I 
want your cunt, I want your ass, I want you mouth. I want them again and 
again and again. And you'd better pray you're good and that I don't get 
tired of you too soon. If I do, you might get hurt." 

She began to tremble uncontrollable, and Earl slammed her across the face, 
sending her flying onto the bed. The towel she'd been holding about herself 
unwound, revealing her body to the Neanderthal like Earl. He simply stood 
there, staring at her, taking in the beauty of her body. Finally he emitted 
a low whistle. 

'That's quite a bod you have there, honey. Oh yes indeedy. It'd be a shame 
for me not to use it right now. So you just lay there like a nice kid and 
don't make any noises, and old Earl is gonna give you a lotta fun." 

Earl hastily undressed, then walked over to the bed where Mary Jane was 
lying. 

"One warning," he told her. "You try hittin' me in the balls like you did 
last time, and I'll kill you. There ain't no Padramors around here to save 
you. The only guy within listenin' distance of you is the guy who rents the 
units, and he's got a rock station blarin' in there to keep him awake, so he 
ain't gonna hear you. I can kill you and be outta here a good ten hours 
before anyone finds you and your boyfriend. So you do as I say, and you get 
outta this alive. You fight me, and I'll kill ya on the spot. Dig?" 

"Don't hurt me," Mary Jane begged, all her dreams shattered by the apelike 
monster now threatening her. 

She was horrified, but she knew she had to stay alive. It was the only way 
she might someday get back at Earl. Dead she was good to no one. 

"I owe ya for the way you rapped me in the balls, but I might be persuaded 
t'forget it if you do everything just right." 

"All right," she nodded, her body still trembling, causing her jugs to 
shimmy and arouse Earl as he thought he might never be aroused again. 

"Now you get down on your knees and walk over to where I'm standin'. Then 
you take this cock of mine and stuff it down your throat. You keep on 
stuffin' it in and outta your mouth until I come. Then you swallow the whole 
mess. You don't let one drop get by." 

Mary Jane got off the bed and fell to her knees. While on her knees, she 
moved toward Earl, stopping directly in front of him staring at his massive 
pole. Odd, but she was becoming aroused at the sight of his staff. Because 
she was looking at his cock rather than his face, not realizing any longer 
to whom the prick belonged, fires began to stoke inside her, and suddenly 
the heat began coursing through her blood vessels, and suddenly she became 
very cognizant of what she was doing. 

Her hand reached up and slowly cupped his balls, feeling his fingers knot in 
her hair in such a way as to let her know he'd literally tear her golden 
hair out if she attempted to harm him. His wrinkled scrotum was heavier than 
Ronny's, and the bristly hair covering it was like fine copper wire, 
matching the patch of reddish gold on his groin. She kept her eyes locked on 
the heavy phallic point, and even though her body still trembled, she had 
already mentally accepted the fact that she would be swallowing the full 
length of that penis. 

Earl was built like a weighty gorilla, and though there was some fat on his 
body, there was a lot of muscle, as well. His thighs were like solid 
hamhocks, and though this was the third time she was seeing his penis, it 
was the first time she really bothered to notice it. Though its breadth was 
slightly less than that of Ronny's, it was a fraction longer, and the violet 
tip was no less anxious as it swelled and receded before her eyes. If all 
the rest of Earl was ugly, his cock was something magnificent to behold. 

A few days ago she had been terrified by it Now she looked at it, admiring 
it as the marvelous thing it was. Now she was about to swallow the full 
length of it down her throat. Yes, she would do it and not only not feel 
regret, but might actually enjoy it. Lord! It was really a wonderful thing. 
Thick, heavy, engorged with blood, tinted with a lilac head and a brown 
shaft, pulsing, glistening, trembling with animalism. Around the thick trunk 
of it, entwined like so many vines under the bark of a tree were the many 
winding blood vessels. And as more seeping oil came dripping from the hole 
in the head of his cock, it made the point glitter as if it were varnished. 

Earl's hand tugged her head forward, and instinctively her tongue licked out 
and lapped the glistening lubricant from his penial tip. 

"Goddamn!" Earl muttered, "you've got an electric tongue. Sheesh! I can't 
remember when I've felt such a hot tongue. Lick it, baby, lick it." 

His heavy cock was twitching up and down, stimulated by the touch of her 
leaping tongue. Her soft, sandpaper tongue ran over the thick knob in a 
circular pattern, making smaller circles on every revolution until the very 
tip of her tongue pressed into the leaking slit in the tip of his hot cock. 
The practice she'd undergone with Ronny now stood her in good stead as her 
tongue swabbed in and out of the miniscule orifice, continually drinking in 
all the leaking oil he was releasing. 

Earl stared down, unable to believe what he saw and felt. For a girl who had 
been so terrified of his cock earlier, she was reacting fantastically at the 
moment. He felt thrills building up swiftly in him. Not one whore in the 
last three days had been this good. 

Earl was in the throes of a mad, agonizing ecstasy. He had been so 
completely unready for the way she was giving head, his thrilled 
exclamations sounded like guttural growls. The girl was absolutely 
fantastic. She was in no way like any woman who'd ever blown him, before. 
Molly, who had sucked him off the week previous was a rank amateur compared 
to this girl. 

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" he roared. "No goddamn wonder you Padramor bitches 
are so special. Shit! If I'd known it would be anything like this, I'd have 
kidnapped a dozen or more of you bitches and started my own pimping 
business. Christ! I remember how great your ass was. And now your mouth. 
Shee-it! If your cunt is anything like your other two holes you're the 
greatest fucking artist the world has ever known." 

Mary Jane's tongue could only work its way a little distance into the narrow 
slit of his cock. But it didn't stop her from enjoying the plump, 
onionshaped surface of his purple knob. It was un-circumcised and unlike 
Ronny's. Even fully erect it looked a little different from Ronny's because 
of the foreskin. Even so, she let her tongue play around inside there, as 
well, and Earl almost pulled her hair out from the sheer thrill of it. Her 
tongue lapped along the tender skin until the swollen dome seemed to swell 
even more tightly. From her experiences with Ronny, Mary Jane knew it 
wouldn't be long before Earl was unloading a torrent into her mouth. 

The meaty shaft pulsated all the more strongly as his hairy sac began to 
retreat into his body. A shivering inside Earl was becoming stronger, and he 
hadn't even plunged his phallic probe into her mouth yet. If he allowed her 
to go on licking he would shoot a wad before he was ready to fully enjoy it. 
He was panting heavily, matching the rapid pounding of his heart, and though 
he felt like shouting his throat muscles had tightened up and he couldn't 
even utter a guttural groan. 

This chick had the kind of mouth so great no man, in his wildest dreams, 
could imagine anything like it. Her pulling, leeching lips, her lapping 
tongue, and even her cheeks seemed to be trying to pull his very soul out 
through his cock. It was as if all his strength was concentrated in his 
prick. His balls, sperm factories, were working at top speed creating 
barrels of fluid in preparation of the big moment. 

This girl was the ultimate cocksucker. It made Earl wonder if all other 
Padramor females were as good. If so, it was no wonder the Padramor men were 
so poor. They didn't have time to work, what with the heavy way their women 
could blow them until the tops of their heads came flying off. 

It was as if this girl had come into the world for the sole purpose of 
sucking cock. Maybe all Padramor chicks were meant to suck cock. Maybe that 
was why the Padramor birthrate was so low? After all, who would want to 
shoot into a cunt when such a great mouth was working on the cock? 

Son of a bitch! She was probably the most fantastic fellatrix in the world, 
and here she was, giving old Earl the blowjob of his life. Sultans would 
have given diamonds and rubies to enjoy what he, Earl, was getting for 
nothing. 

Her lips leeched tightly to his glans, surrounding his corona with a 
pillowy, pulling force he was unable to resist. Her tongue was flat against 
the underside now, and slowly, very slowly, she began pushing her face 
forward, sucking as much of his mastodon meat into her mouth as she could. 
Her tongue lapped strongly against the underside making him shudder even 
more. 

Earl felt his swollen head pushing against the back of her throat and 
figured, she like all the other blowjob artist he'd ever known, would 
compensate for the last couple of inches by gripping them with her hand. He 
was even more astounded when he felt her tight esophagus relax as his 
shivering cock began sliding in even deeper, plunging all the way into her 
tight gullet, adding a new sensation he'd never known. Little by little her 
nose moved closer and closer to the base of his pelvis until it actually 
pressed into him and her lips could kiss the hairy root She had the whole 
thing in her mouth and down her throat. 

Oh shit! he thought. No woman could do this. It was just plain impossible. 
Well, hell, one thing was for sure. There wasn't anything left for her to 
swallow. 

But he was wrong. Her hands tightly gripped the cheeks of his ass, still 
pulling his pubis into her face even though her face really couldn't press 
any harder into his body. And suddenly Earl felt his bowling ball-sized 
testicles in their sac being swallowed in as well. This was so totally 
incredible he thought he would faint. 

She had him completely at her mercy now. With his balls between her lips, 
all she had to do was apply extra-heavy pressure and he'd be singing 
castrate. 

But Mary Jane seemed totally unaware of the position in which she held Earl. 
All she could think about was the combination of cock and balls filling her 
throat and mouth as her lips worked over them and her tongue washed both. 
Her fingers seemed to pull his asscheeks apart she was concentrating so 
heavily on sucking him off. 

Her mouth was so fantastic Earl knew if he didn't come shortly, he would 
faint Her talents were so beyond belief no one would have believed Earl had 
he spoken of them, later on. Christ! A woman like this, with a mouth like 
this, could earn two hundred clams a blowjob, and suckers would be lining up 
to pay that kind of money. Shee-it! Earl had found himself a gold mine. 

Mary Jane could feel the throbbing in Earl's cock. She knew he would let go 
at any moment now. She also knew he was a sadist and would hurt her if she 
gave him the least little excuse to do so, and so she knew, once he came she 
would have to swallow every last drop. Her life might depend on her not 
spilling any of the white-hot fluid. 

Earl realized he was in pain. It wasn't a pain caused directly by the 
pressure of the girl's mouth, rather it was the pain known as blue balls, 
only by now he felt his balls had probably turned a gangrenous green she was 
sucking so avidly. 

A million pinwheels of colored lights were going off in Earl's head. He 
could no longer think straight nor could he concentrate on anything other 
than relieving the pressure building to such great heights in his testes. 
His mind was locked into the way her mouth was sucking more and more of him 
into her. He was in rapturous ecstasy over the way her oven-heated throat 
moved back and forth around his cock without her lips losing his balls. Her 
tongue was racing up and back along his solid stalk, stopping once in awhile 
to tantalize his balls even more. Saliva was dribbling from her lips onto 
her knees below, and a lot of it slobbered over his thighs. It only made her 
clutch his asscheeks even more tightly, yanking his body even more strongly 
against her face. 

Earl realized he was lost. If he didn't come now, his balls would crack wide 
open. If he did come, so much energy would rain out of him, he'd black out. 
Either way he would lose. But if that was the case, he might as well do it 
the most enjoyable way. 

He felt the seed bubbling inside him now, swelling and building as it 
climbed from his balls right up into his iron-rigid prick. It moved along 
the length of his cock with ever-greater speed until it pushed into the 
mushroom-like head, and then like cream of mushroom soup, it came blistering 
out, swamping her gullet with its charge. The heavy, gooey discharge ran 
down her sucking throat instantly, filling her hungry belly, lining up her 
pharynx, and spilling all over her mouth. Blast after blast exploded 
strongly into the blonde's thirsting esophagus. Her head was bobbing all the 
more strongly, pulling more and more of the seething come from his hose. She 
drank as if it were mead, thirsting for more and yet more. And then, as his 
penis slowly began to flag, Earl's knees buckled and he sank to his 
kneecaps, pulling her head down as he fell. She continued draining him, 
unmindful of the fact that her head was down to the floor, sucking madly. 
She pulled even more of the sparkling gism from inside him. 

Earl felt a blackness engulfing him as he keeled over and thought he was 
dead. Even with him unconscious, Mary Jane continued sucking until she was 
certain she had gotten every last bit of liquid from him. 

Reluctantly she released his cock, letting it fall from her mouth as she sat 
up. She was surprised to seem him simply lying there and thought he was 
playing some sort of game, waiting for her to try making a break for it so 
he could get up and hit her. But as the minutes passed, she saw he was 
really unconscious. She got to her feet, quickly dressed and went looking 
for Ronny. 

She found him lying outside the cabin, still unconscious, and used some snow 
to wash his face and bring him around. 

"What the heck happened?" he asked. 

"That man from the lodge on Bell's Landing," she told him. "Somehow he 
followed us here. He hit you with something. I think he believes he killed 
you. Anyway he came inside and tried to attack me again. He even got 
undressed and wanted to rape me. Then he had some kind of fainting spell. 
Anyway, he's in our cabin right now, unconscious." 

"Then I think we'd better get the hell out of here," Ronny told her. "This 
time we ought to make sure he doesn't follow us." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Ronny went into the cabin and used Earl's shirts and pants to tie the man 
up. Then he and Mary Jane left. They drove for five hundred miles without 
stopping, except for gas and a quick bite to eat. 

Two days later, they reached the big city, and from the big city they 
traveled to one of the small suburbs where Ronny had his restaurant. It was 
already evening, and Ronny had no intention of going into the restaurant at 
that time. He knew his brother would continue to handle things until the 
following day. 

He was exhausted and so was Mary Jane. But even greater than their being 
tired was their desire for one another. Both hurriedly undressed as Mary 
Jane looked at the bedroom of his apartment, realizing here was home, at 
last. Totally naked, they stood in front of each other just looking for a 
moment, then came together, he holding her, and she clutching him. Then she 
slowly slid down, letting his turgid prong ride through the valley of her 
tits where she trapped it, squeezing her breasts tightly against it. She 
liked the feel of his white-hot poker pressing into her cleft as her warm 
tits, surrounded it, and Ronny enjoyed the feeling just as much. She rocked 
her lithe body from one side to the other, moving up and down to let the 
shaft slide between her tits, applying pressure to the solid shank and 
making the already-purple head turn a bright royal lavender. She could feel 
the pulses in his cock pounding as his blood flooded into it, making it even 
harder. Then, with his cock thrust all the way up between her tits, she 
lowered her head and began lapping vigorously around the head. 

"Oh no!" Ronny told her. "I know what you can do with that mouth of yours. I 
want this cock buried in that sweet, darling pussy of yours tonight. We have 
plenty of other times for you to suck me off." 

He pulled her upright, feeling his rigid pole being pressed into his body in 
an upward position as the dragging of her forced it to remain that way. 

"Fuck me standing," she begged. "We've tried everything on our backs or 
seated. Now fuck me standing. Fuck me, darling." 

She began moaning and sighing, rotating her center against his seething 
dong, and a deep sigh came from her throat like a tigress in heat as she 
literally gripped Ronny tightly and continued undulating her hips, 
increasing his passion. 

Her whole body began shivering and she pulled back just far enough to reach 
between them and close her warm, girlish fingers around his solid, meaty 
prong. She pushed it lower as she, on tiptoe, stood higher, shoving it into 
the crevice between her anxious thighs. 

Ronny's knees buckled slightly, waiting as she now led the solid horn of 
flesh directly into position, securing it in the center of her gash, 
gripping it firmly with her thighs as a flood of warm, slippery juice came 
pouring out, drenching his stolid pecker head, causing the pulsing dome to 
slide upward as if of its own accord and rest snugly against the pool of her 
pussy-puss. Her cuntlips, like those of an eager mouth, seemed to be opening 
wide in an attempt to suck him in. He gripped her asscheeks and raised her 
higher as her arms tightened around his neck. 

"Get it in, Ronny," she begged. "Hurry, hurry, put it into me." 

He raised her a bit more, lifting her toes off the floor, feeling her thighs 
scissor apart as the angle of his upward, forty-five degree-pointed cock 
searched to find the exact point of entry. And then, suddenly, the hot, 
silken lips of her pussy grabbed his cock head and pulled it slowly in. 

Sighing with delicious rapture, Mary Jane felt the stiffness of his rigid 
joint push into her satin-lined snatch, parting the hot, inner labia of her 
wonderful cunt. And then her liquid labia closed fluidly over his throbbing 
knob, clutching the engorged head tightly in its syrup enclosure. Mary 
Jane's entire body shuddered with rapture as her cunt muscles tightened even 
more around his stolid shaft. Her arms hung tightly around his neck in 
desperation; a desperation born of passion. 

With her arms around his neck being used for leverage, Mary Jane began 
undulating, lifting her torso a little to let his seething prick head slide 
in and out and into her simmering, juicing crack, moving a bit more quickly 
each time she levered herself up, sinking a little lower each time she went 
down. 

"Uhhhh ... Ronny ..." she shuddered, "Oh, Ronny ... tell ... me you ... 
uhhhh ... love me ... no matter what..." 

"Of course I love you." 

"Ronny, about Earl... I ... ooooh ... have to tell the truth ... oh God.... 
I love you so and don't want to lose ... uhhhh ... you ..." 

"Quiet," he told her, working his hips in a rotating circle as her thighs 
came up and clamped themselves around his hips. 

"Whatever might have happened ... I... ooooh ... love you. Ronny ..." 

"I don't care what happend," Ronny told her, pumping strongly. "If ... uhhhh 
... anything went on, it went on because he . .. forced youooooooh ... uhhh 
... into it." 

"Yes ... ahhhhh .. ."she sighed, "but I couldn't help liking what I was 
doing ... ohhh Godddd I love you..." 

With her ass being supported by his hands, and her thighs tightly clamped 
around his waist, Ronny pumped upward and silenced her mouth for a time with 
his own lips, slamming his hips high, ramming his cock as far up into her 
tight, squeezing, crushing, overpowering pussy as he possibly could. 

"If you liked it... oooooh ... I was to ... ahhhh ... blame," he told her, 
grinding furiously now, "for ... ohhhh ... teaching you to enjoy ... 
arrggghhh ... uhhhh ... fucking so much." 

"Ronny," she panted, "I really do love only you ... ohhhh God ... I'm 
already ... ohhhh Rooooonnnnneeeeee . . . uuurrrggghhh . . ." 

And he matched her with a blast of his own, shooting a heavy wad straight up 
into her flaming quim. 

Mary Jane closed her eyes and dreamed of the wonderful future ahead. Her 
father could enjoy her sister and her mother all he wanted. He would never 
have her. No other man would have her cunt other than the one pumping into 
her at that moment. Her dreams were all coming true. 

The Padramors would one day be extinct. Their own rigid rules and 
regulations were stifling them. Ultimately their secret would be discovered 
by the outside world, and they, like the Mormons, would have to conform. 

She, Mary Jane Farrar, soon to be Mary Jane Benson, had no more fears. She 
would have a husband, and children, and she would be able to bring them up 
without having to teach them to love their mother in any way other than the 
natural mother-child relationship, unless... unless... one son turned out to 
be as handsome and as well developed as his father. Then ... maybe. 


THE END
