BH-7260  The Sweet Taste Of Daddy
by Warren Bisig


CHAPTER ONE 

There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first 
was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, 
kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight 
pussy as it would go. It was what I was thinking when he entered my bedroom. 

"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat 
on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome 
... dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all 
over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down 
inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I 
couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking 
her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving 
him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough ... even 
if I had to knock him over the head. 

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in 
the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion 
and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling 
against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl. 

"Leave? Who in hell said anything about leaving? Christ! You think I'd run 
off like ... you think I'd leave my only brat? Don't talk crazy, for crying 
out loud!" 

He tried to untangle me. I held tight. He relented, held me close, gently 
smoothing my long black hair. I squeezed with all my might, mashing my 
titties into his chest as I scurried from under the covers, into his lap. He 
was such a dope! He'd been wanting to fuck me for the longest time, but was 
all tied up in knots about me being his little girl, his Kitty-Kat-Kathie. 

Darn! I thought, why couldn't he be more like Mr. Simon, who, according to 
twelve-year old Debbie down the street, got drunk every Friday night, 
sneaked in her room, and played with her hairless twat while she pretended 
to sleep. My cunt got sopping wet just thinking about it. I wiggled my ass 
on the long mighty shaft hardening inside the silk pajamas between him and 
my panties. 

"Listen, Kitten, remember how it was when you were still a tomboy? The 
camping trips? The time you heard a bear, crawled into my sleeping bag, 
cried and wouldn't get out, no matter what?" 

I mumbled yes into the coarse hair on his chest. Boy! Did I ever remember 
that sleeping bag! It was the very first time I felt his hard dick against 
me - digging snug in my ass as it grew and grew through the night. I had 
made up my mind right then, three years ago, even before I was old enough to 
come, that Daddy would be the first, maybe the only one ever, to stick a 
dick in me. 

"We're gonna be close like that again," he said, moving his hand in slow 
circles over my back. "Me and you, Katty. I'm taking the rest of the week 
off, starting tomorrow, and we're going back where you heard the bear." 

I was up bright and early next morning. I chose the tightest dungarees I 
owned, with round white patches in back, a frilly crop top, and stood before 
the mirror, admiring myself. With my hair up, braless breasts jutting, jeans 
dipping snugly into the hot anxious pocket at the top of my tapered thighs, 
I looked older, curvier, more experienced than a girl of fourteen. I cocked 
my head, grinned. Today was going to be the day, I knew. I could feel it 
deep in my belly, as if Daddy's stiff joint was already bludgeoning my 
maidenhead, tearing my cherry, unloading buckets of cum in the depths of my 
cunt. 

I squealed just thinking about it. My heart was racing. I flew from the 
room, stocked the picnic basket, assembled the gear, had everything packed 
and ready, and was waiting impatiently in the car when Daddy awoke and came 
outside looking for me. 

The long drive was stupendous. The sun shone through the tall trees along 
the highway, the air was fresh and warm, and the shadowy woods whispered 
mysterious sounds. Daddy drove in silence, pretending to be concentrating on 
the road. I watched him, beating him to the dash lighter each time he 
reached for a cigarette, mouth watering as I eyed the sturdy hose along the 
inside of one powerful thigh, and noticing, too, his hungry sidelong glances 
when I raised one leg onto the seat, sat sideways, and gave him an 
unhampered look at my crotch. By the time we arrived at the heavily wooded 
camp site, the size of his member was awesome, and I knew by the forced grin 
on his face that he was trying extra hard - apparently not succeeding - to 
think of me as his little Kitty-Kat Kathie. 

"Race you to the lake, Kitten." Daddy leaped from the car, tore off his 
undershirt and winked. His skin was deep copper except where the sleeveless 
garment had left it shoulder-strap white. Tiny muscles rippled along his 
firm belly. He grabbed his trunks, started for the woods, paused and called, 
"Two minutes, minx. If you're not ready, I'll come drag your cute naked ass 
through the trees." 

"Oh, Daddy ... you know you'd run like a deer if I were nude when you got 
back." 

"Oh, yeah? Well, just get yourself stripped and see." 

Giddy, drunk with the thought of being alone in the woods for days and days 
with Daddy, I came out of my clothes in a flash. Kneeling on the front seat, 
the heat from the windshield warming my quivering buttocks, I searched for 
my red bikini among the things in back. Suddenly I froze, heart thumping, 
thoughts pouncing upon Daddy's dare. Why not? I speculated, head spinning as 
I imagined him dragging me naked, cunt dripping, ass bouncing through the 
grass and prickly pine needles on the cool forest floor. It would be a 
marvelous fuck! I sat trembling on the front seat, hugging my raised knees, 
anticipating, waiting. 

Soon Daddy reappeared. 

"Ready or not!" he shouted, enormous prick bent almost double in the tight 
swimsuit. He took long strides to the car, opened the door and peered in. 

"Not ready," I cooed. 

Daddy gulped. Slowly I moved my feet toward him. I leaned back on my hands, 
legs outstretched, thighs parted. His gaze settled on my hairy wet pussy. 
Hungrily he stared. I could feel his eyes boring into my love hole, opened 
wider, moved. 

Finally, as the head of his cock snaked down, poking from the leg band of 
the trunks as the shaft hardened, Daddy turned away. 

"Put ... put something on," he choked, refusing to look at me. "For 
chrissakes, Katty. You're making me crazy ... more and more like your mother 
every day. She used to tease hell out of Tom, my partner ... opening her 
legs, her snatch ... showing her velvet white ass, melon tits. Christ! Can't 
blame the guy for running off with that. She was good cunt, your mother. 
Hot. Tight. I never screwed anyone like her." 

I watched him rub the front of the swimsuit. 

"Don't be sad, Daddy," I wailed, jumping from the car, and wrapping my small 
arms tight around his waist. He was so tall. My head barely reached his 
broad shoulders. "I can be better than she was," I breathed against his 
smooth back, grinding my hips, my upper thighs and pussy, on the rough 
swimsuit. I kissed down his spine, up. My hand found his waistband, stole 
beneath-trembling fingers searching through hair to the roots of his sex. 
"Fuck me," I pleaded. "You've wanted to for the longest time. Don't pretend. 
Your dick gets hard every time you look at me." 

Groaning, Daddy turned and crushed me against his big strong body. The 
entire length of his wonderful joint bored between my trembling thighs. 
Gripping my buttocks, he lifted me off the ground, and we fell, all feverish 
hands and arms and legs, across the front seat of the car. I gasped as his 
weight fell upon me. But I didn't much care if I never breathed again. I 
didn't much care about anything except getting his fiery dick inside me, 
where it belonged. I was determined to make him forget Mummy and everyone 
else and give every last inch of his poker, every last drop of his cum, to 
me. 

Kneading the soft halves of my ass, fingers inching down and under, to the 
open wet lips of my pussy, Daddy drove his sandpapery tongue into my mouth. 
I reached for his cock. It sprang from the leg band of the swimsuit into my 
hand. I squeezed. Daddy sobbed. I jerked my hand up and down the full 
incredible length. It was so big! So hard! The juices ran from my cunt, 
making me all slippery inside, ready to receive every adorable millimeter. 

Then suddenly, just as I raised my knees, spread my thighs wide and guided 
the fat pulsing head to the mouth of my sopping wet twat, Daddy yelled no! 
broke away, and sat, dick standing tall, panting, face flushed, staring at 
me with a peculiar, tortured look in his eyes. 

"I ... I can't bang you," he croaked. 

"Don't be dumb!" I hollered, outraged, finger-fucking myself as my gaze 
darted from his face to his stiff prick. "You can't stop now. You can't just 
say no like ... like ... oh!" 

Again I threw myself at him. Ignoring his protests, I buried my face in his 
lap, kissing the hairy thing all up and down the heavily veined underside. 
It was so hot! And the smell - the musty odor from his asshole, sweat, 
bathing suit - made my cunt ooze sticky love juice on my thighs and the 
seat. Lipping the lovely pink tip, I tore frantically at the swimsuit until 
the material ripped up the seam and his wrinkled balls fell into the palm of 
my hand. 

"Kitty-Kat. Jesus. You sweet motherfucker, you." Daddy's hips bucked. He 
groaned. Gently he touched my head, and pressed his throbbing member firmly 
to my mouth. 

"Should I suck it? Like this?" 

I flicked my tongue lightly across the sensitive tip, down the stalk, to his 
cubes. His pole tightened and grew larger still; tiny blue veins flooding 
beneath the loose outer jacket of skin. 

"Say pleeze," I taunted, voice high, his little girl again. 

Daddy shivered. Closing his eyes, he slipped farther down in the seat. The 
torn trunks pinched his nuts. He took hold of the split seam, and, with one 
mighty tug, ripped the swimsuit in two and flung the meddlesome thing from 
the car. Next he buried his hand in my ass, twisted his stink-finger roughly 
up my shitter, forced my head down, and hissed, "Suck!" 

"Not yet, Daddy. Let me ... ummm! OHHH!" 

Relaxing my sphincter muscles, I shimmied down until his finger was stuck to 
the knuckle in my asshole. I expanded and contracted my rectum, grinding my 
hips, loving the feel, the fuck-like rhythm, the mere thought of something 
of Daddy's inside my belly. 

"Let me play with it first," I breathed hot on his tool, and swirled my 
tongue around and around over the tip, traced designs on his nuts, and 
probed he dark, sour-sweet smelling crack of his ass. I had never before 
seen his cock close up. At home, during the hot summer months, when he 
walked the house in boxer shorts most nights, I had caught glimpses of it 
slapping the open fly. Before Mummy ran off with Tom, on the nights they 
fucked, I had watched the enormous head swell when he patted her ass off to 
bed. But never before so deliciously, awesomely close. Never before swollen 
just for me. 

"You're m-m-making me c-e-crazy," blubbered Daddy, thrusting his cock at me. 
"I never could get your mother to suck me off. She said my dick was too big, 
and ... ahhh! That's it, baby. Roll your sweet little tongue on the head. 
Like ... yeah. Oh, yeah! Your mother used to say sucking my dick would be 
like lapping her own cunt, then she'd push my head down into her juicy 
snatch and I'd forget everything except eating her hot pussy. Christ, it was 
good though. Ever have your cunt sucked, Katty?" 

His finger popped from my asshole, inched under, found my clit and made it 
spring to attention. 

"Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "No one's ever sucked or fucked me. I'm cherry 
all over. I've been saving it all, every hole, just for you." 

Clamping my thighs tight on his hand, I fell moaning against him. His 
fingers sent fiery little darts racing through my vagina, my belly. It was 
heavenly. And I wanted more than anything to please him. So I licked the 
tiny aperture in the pink nozzle head of his cock, and, with his huge hairy 
cubes in my hand, his finger high in my twat while the fingers of his free 
hand toyed with my titties, I opened my mouth and drew his big dick deep, 
deep, as deep, as it would go, into my face. 

"Baby," cried Daddy. "Goddamn baby!" 

Noisily I sucked. His joint was so long, so fat, it felt as if the skin at 
the corners of my small mouth was about to tear. I retreated, wet the shaft 
thoroughly with saliva before moving my lips slowly down the rock-hard 
length, to the hairy, thick roots. My own Daddy lollipop, I thought, feeling 
the head butt my tonsils as he slammed every micrometer of throbbing meat 
into my face. 

Suddenly I was being lifted. I felt Daddy's strong hands grip my thighs, 
turn me ass over heels, and, twisting my neck as he arranged my legs on 
either side of his head, knees bent and propped on the backrest, bring my 
gaping cunt close to his face. 

It was fantastic. My mouth turned on his dick until I was suspended upside 
down, watching his shaft piston up into my head. I squealed, coming all over 
the place. 

"Rest your weight on my shoulders, Katty," breathed Daddy into my wide open, 
slippery wet cunt. "I never tried for a cherry with my tongue. Here goes." 

An incredible sensation started my hips grinding. Was that his tongue? I 
wondered, amazed. It felt as big as the thing stoking my face. It flicked 
lightly along the outer lips of my tight gash, tested the opening, tickled 
my clit, and bored hotly into my virgin love hole. I bit down on his poker, 
moving my tongue back and forth along the underside. My legs closed 
automatically. I felt his nose in the crack of my ass ... sniffing my cute 
puckered asshole as the sandpapery thing in his mouth darted faster and 
faster, in and out, Daddy making loud slurping noises in time with the 
furious round and round fucking motion of his hips. 

Keeping my balance with one hand, I brought my lips to the end of his 
beautiful dick, cupped his balls, and shot my face down. Daddy mumbled 
incoherently against my pussy. I felt his bristly whiskers brush the tender 
inner lips of my cunt and almost choked on his member. I was on fire - about 
to explode in hundreds of pieces on a warm cloud of sexual bliss. I could 
see myself coming, my juices dripping down Daddy's square chin and falling, 
drop by tiny glistening drop, into the mat of curly coarse hair on his 
chest. I felt his body grow rigid and knew he was coming, too. 

"I luv you, Daddy," I mumbled as his hips shot up from the seat, banging my 
head against the steering wheel, and driving his joint all the way down to 
my gullet, it seemed. I felt the first hot blast deep in my throat. 
Squeezing his huge hairy nuts, I retreated to the head, and drank each 
successive spurt from the small aperture at the center of the bloated round 
nozzle. 

Daddy sighed and fell back. His cock lost some of its fullness. Reluctantly 
I let it pop from my mouth, cleaned the last drop of cream on the aperture, 
twisted and turned and sat, right side up, in his lap. 

Daddy grinned. 

"I didn't get it." 

"What?" 

"Your cherry." 

He shoved two long fingers roughly up my cunt. 

Snuggling against him, I said, "One hole down ... two to go!" 

Daddy beat me to the lake. He paused at the waterline. I watched his bare 
buttocks tighten as he extended his arms, stood tall, and dove. My mind 
wasn't on swimming. Sucking his cock had only made me hungry for more, and 
as I watched him come up, stand glistening in waist-deep water, limp meat 
like a white electric eel below the surface, my pussy grew tight and gooey 
once more. If only he knew! I thought. I'd planned this day for ever so long 
.. . even before the imaginary bear drove me to his sleeping bag ... way 
back when he and Mummy and me used to wrestle, and I had first seen his hand 
slip up Mummy's skirt, to fingerfuck her while I squirmed and giggled and 
pretended to try to escape from between their straining hips. And afterward, 
after they tucked me in bed and went to their room, I used to listen, small 
ear pressed to the thin wall between our bedrooms, wishing it were me, 
instead of Mummy, moaning and sobbing as Daddy, my heavenly handsome, 
fuckable, suckable Daddy, made the bedsprings squeak as he drove the long 
thing I loved into her belly. Now my gaze devoured it. I could still taste 
his cum, and I wanted his meat slammed up in me, shooting off spurt after 
spurt, instead of hanging lifeless, forlorn, in the clear, blue-green and 
sparkling with sunlight, mountain lake. 

"C'mon, Kitty-Kat," called Daddy, waving me in before he went under again, 
and scissored like a huge frog, to the middle of the lake. 

Ready to follow anywhere, to suck him off underwater, if he asked, I 
splashed out. But the lake stopped me. The water crawled up my thighs, 
touched my cunt, made me shiver and yelp. It was an unwelcome douche. I felt 
it creep inside me, slosh about, and wash the last of the sticky love juices 
away. I giggled. I could imagine a fish somewhere below, mistaking the wormy 
strands of cum for a groovy dinner, gulping a mouthful, and immediately 
having an orgasm. 

"Now you're making me crazy!" I yelled when Daddy again popped through the 
surface. He looked about, spotted me standing with arms clutched tight 
across small hard titties-goosebumps making my plump round ass jiggle and 
jump on the surface - grinned and went under once more. He came at me like a 
curly-headed torpedo. 

Squealing for him to stop, feeling silly, but happy, too, I started for 
shore. But before I had gone halfway, feet slipping, cunt shriveled yet 
wanting him still, Daddy's huge callused hand closed around my slim ankle; 
the other hand slipped up my wet leg to my love channel, and his fingers dug 
in before he lifted and tossed me high in the air. 

"Da-deee...!" I came down with a loud splash, sank. I landed on my ass, on 
the grassy bottom, opened my eyes and saw his long hairy legs, feet planted 
firmly, wide apart, cock dangling like tempting bait. I took it firmly in 
hand and yanked, as if it were the rope on a church tower bell. 

Laughing, Daddy lifted me sputtering through the surface. Holding me at 
arm's length, he said, "I used to watch you undress and think, Christ, 
that's Katty? Lookit the black hair on her twat ... pink nipples ... cute 
little rosy-cheeked ass. I always kind of dug your backside. Even when you 
were a kid, the time in the sleeping bag, when I awoke and felt my piss 
hard-on stoking your tight dungarees, I had to hold myself back and jerk off 
in the woods next morning. And then last night, when you sat in my lap, 
wearing those goddamn soft see-through panties, the crack of your ass 
opening wider every fucking time you moved, I had to whack off again, to get 
to sleep." 

A dreamy look came into Daddy's eyes. I had been holding his cock while he 
spoke, and now, as he looked me up and down, broad chest heaving, it began 
to grow and throb in the palm of my hand. I cocked my head, shifted my 
weight provocatively from one wide hip to the other. Now we were going to 
fuck, I knew. The thought made my throat dry. 

"Once," continued Daddy, voice scratchy, glazed eyes riveted to my 
glistening pussy, "right after your mother took off, leaving me with a 
perpetual hard-on until I started fucking Debbie..." 

"Daddy!" I squeaked. "Debbie Simon? 

He nodded. 

"But Daddy ... she's my very best friend!" 

Daddy grinned foolishly. "That's why it happened," he explained. "She used 
to come to the house when you were out, and one day, right after watching 
you wiggle your stuff into hot pants and then take off, leaving me with a 
poker that long-" he held his hands convincingly two feet apart-"there she 
was. She was wearing a mini ... trim little legs wide open when she sat on 
the sofa ... hairless pink gash winking while she told me about her old man 
sneaking into her room and lapping and finger-fucking her the night before." 
Groaning, as if he were remembering Debbie as a super-swell fuck, he thrust 
his meat forward in my hand and drove four fingers deep into my bush. He 
pulled me close. "Joe Simon only lets Debbie suck him off," he added. 

Moving my cheek against the wiry hair on his chest, I squatted and took the 
full length of his fingers. I'd fix Debbie! I thought. Not only had she 
screwed Daddy, now my personal property, but she had been sucking dick and 
keeping it a secret from me. Well, I had seen Mr. Simon's hungry looks when 
I visited the house, and knew he'd prefer my curlicued pussy to Debbie's 
bald gash. I decided I'd suck him off ... first chance I got! 

Daddy carried me to shore. He found us a soft patch of grass, with thick 
brush and tall trees all around - in case anyone came, I suppose - set me 
down, and told me to roll over onto my belly. 

"Why?" I asked, staring wide-eyed up at his low-slung, heavy balls, and the 
club-like weapon standing straight out from the burst of midnight-black hair 
covering him from cock to shin. Was he going to stick that formidable shaft 
up my tight shitter, I wondered. The mere thought made me tremble! It was so 
big! 

"I gotta have some of that ass," said Daddy, whacking off slowly. "After 
last night, and that time in the sleeping bag - Christ, Katty, I just gotta 
bust my nuts in that sweet little asshole of yours. Be a good girl, baby. 
Turn over and show me what it looks like on hands and knees." 

Still frightened, heart beating so fast I thought sure it was going to 
explode and leave my small tits in shreds, I rolled onto my stomach, closed 
my eyes, waited. I felt Daddy lie down beside me. Tentatively he fingered my 
asshole and used his bony knee to spread my quivering thighs. I felt the hot 
nozzle tip of his prick slip lightly up and down between my soft buttocks. 
"Don't hurt me, Daddy," I cried, inching back, raising my hips, positioning 
myself on hands and knees, as he had directed. "Go slow. Your cock is so big 
... shove it in me just a little bit at a time." 

Daddy's reply was heavy breathing. I felt him center the bulbous head on my 
gaping asshole. "Oh, Daddy, pleeze!" I wailed, wanting it, not wanting it. 
My tight sphincter muscles relaxed, and the tip, the awesome glans at the 
end of his long hard cock, bit snugly into my rectum. I gasped, hips 
churning. Daddy gasped, too. I felt his hot shaft forcing its way farther 
and farther, spreading my cheeks, driving toward the emptiness high in my 
belly. 

"Jesus, you're tiny," said Daddy, gripping my hips, and thrusting, inch by 
delicious inch ... until his pubic hair rubbed my rounded backside, and his 
huge nuts slapped the open lips of my pussy. "Motherfucker! God! God! Move 
your hips, baby. Help me get it going in and out." 

"Ummm...! It feels so good. More. More!" I had been dopey to think it would 
hurt. It was the most beautiful feeling. I slid forward on his meat spike 
until the pulsating glans almost escaped, and ground my ass swiftly, 
furiously back, taking it all, working my inner muscles, sucking him off 
with spasms of my belly. It went deeper and deeper. I bent double, wanting 
still more. Deeper. Deeper! I wanted to feel every hair, his nuts, every 
working part of his joint, his fingers, his tongue, everything that was 
Daddy, inside me. 

"All the way, Daddy," I demanded, cunt snapping at his balls, and tight 
little shitter burning from the brutal stabs. The pain, the friction, the 
sense of being raped in the wilderness, were exquisite. Deep in my cunt I 
could feel the hard poker grazing the thin membrane separating the two 
channels, and it was like being fucked in both holes at the same time. 

Suddenly Daddy's full weight fell upon my back. I gasped, flattening out on 
the grass. My buttocks closed on his member. He was coming, I knew. He 
reached under, strong fingers probing my sex, and jerked my own little 
hard-on to the edge of climax. 

"I love you, Daddy," I sobbed. 

"I know, Katty. I know." 

"Don't stop. Never. Ever." I twisted my neck, moist lips eager for his. His 
mouth covered mine. It was the sweetest kiss of my life. Breathtaking. 
Demanding. I felt his dick swell bigger and bigger, his hips no longer 
thrusting but grinding slow, insistent circles, first this one, then that, 
and all the time building, climbing the ladder, nearer and nearer the 
lightning flash of hot cum. 

My breath caught when it happened. I thought my insides were coming apart. I 
bucked. I screamed. I made animalistic noises deep in my throat as blast 
after terribly forceful blast shot off high in my asshole. 

Daddy tore his lips from mine. Straining, nailing me to the forest floor 
with his spike, he whispered, "Tighten up, baby. Milk it. Show me what you 
can do." 

I squeezed and squeezed. I was coming, too ... barely a second late. The 
woods lighted up like a bright Christmas tree. The sky spun. The sun was a 
blazing disc playing bump-and-grind rock. "Do it again, Daddy," I begged. 
"Only harder this time." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The new Buick, the car Mummy had taken when she ran off with Tom, leaving us 
the old dented and faded Chevy, was parked in the drive when we arrived 
home. I looked at Daddy. There was a half-wistful, half-angry look in his 
eye. Stomping my foot, I blurted, "No! She can't come back now. Don't let 
her, Daddy. Don't. It'll ruin everything." 

She was waiting at the front door, long gold-blonde hair radiant from recent 
brushing, full red lips moist and smiling, and wearing the darndest tight 
satin green hot pants, skimpy halter, scuffs ... yummy legs and pussy and 
big fucking boobs all over the place. Oh! I thought, wanting to strangle 
her. Did she have to come back when things were so perfect? 

"Darling," breathed Mummy, throwing her arms around my secret love's neck, 
and mashing her stacked juicy body from neck to knee against him. "I was out 
of my head, sweetheart. Forgive me. Take me back. Please. Nanny-poo wants to 
come home." 

Daddy cast a furtive glance my way. "I ... um. I guess we can talk, Nan. 
Talking never hurt anyone." 

I scowled. Talk my foot! I thought. Already the front of his pants were 
beginning to bulge, and there was no mistaking that hotsy look in his eye. 
For three whole days, almost nonstop, I'd sucked his joint and let him fuck 
me in the ass, and now, after three seconds with her, even after what she'd 
done, he was willing - no! anxious! - to plow her wide sexy behind right 
there on the door step. Furious, thinking I'd poison her first, and 
dismember him next time I got that insatiable dick in my face, I followed 
them into the living room. 

Acknowledging me finally, watermelon headlights still mashed flat on Daddy's 
chest, Mummy said, "Hi, luv. Did you take good care of our man while I was 
away?" 

"Did I ever!" I balked. 

Daddy cleared his throat. "She ... ah ... lately she's been very 
high-strung," he managed in an unfamiliar voice. "The shock and everything. 
She's - well, she's only fourteen, Nan. Still a little girl. Not much more 
than a baby, actually." 

"Daddy! How can you?" 

"Don't contradict your father," chided Mummy. "He knows us girls best. Now 
be a good luv and go play with your little friend Debbie while he and I go 
into our bedroom and talk." 

Boy! Did he ever know me best, I thought. I watched Mummy rub her snatch up 
and down his fly. What would she do if she knew, I wondered, tempted to 
tell. I looked from her to Daddy. He was grinning ... wouldn't even look at 
me. It was horrible. I felt like the flat-breasted chick at a beach party. 

While I simmered, Daddy took hold of Mummy's arm and, fingers touching the 
side of one bouncy boob, cock standing straight out, started for the 
bedroom. He stopped. Looking at me, not a hint of remorse on his dark, 
handsome face, he said, "Do that, Katty. Don't bother about supper. Take a 
few bucks from the grocery money in the kitchen and you and Debbie go have 
yourselves a time." 

Without knocking, firecracker mad, intending to tell Debbie a thing or two, 
I stormed into the Simon place. "Debra?" 

No answer. I moved from the living room to the kitchen, found no one, came 
back. Again I called, moved to the stairs, listened. There didn't seem to be 
anyone home. I was about to leave when I heard strange sounds from above. 
Rustling noises. Soft voices. I flew up the stairs. 

Debbie had just perched herself on the edge of the bed, legs wide, leaning 
far back on her hands. I knew they had just begun because Mr. Simon dropped 
to his knees as I reached the upstairs hall. I watched him bury his 
clean-shaven red face between the girl's slender white thighs, and heard 
Debbie say, "Do it, Pops. Suck me good. Asshole too." She squealed a long 
string of abbreviated ohs as Mr. Simon's fat tongue lapped into her hairless 
pink gash. 

I stood across from the open bedroom door, in line with the dresser mirror, 
where they couldn't see me but I could see their reflection in the glass. I 
watched Mr. Simon fish a stubby, uncircumcised cock from his pants, skin the 
head back, and thumb the bright red tip. All by itself, as if it had a mind 
of its own, as if I were Debbie and my fingers were her Popsy's slurping 
tongue, my hand slipped down inside the tight denim pinching my pussy. I 
leaned against the wall, legs wide, fingers moving up, up. I touched the 
elastic barrier. I tried to break it as Debbie's skinny calves snaked around 
Mr. Simon's thick neck ... buttocks off the bed, eyes closed tight, wiggling 
her gaping hole in his face. 

I, too, closed my eyes. Suddenly I was very sad. For I knew, could feel it, 
see it inside my head, that Daddy and Mummy were getting ready to screw. I 
could imagine him peeling off the hot pants, the halter. Mummy would giggle. 
Grunt. She'd reach for his tool. And then, when Daddy had stripped and 
climbed between her spread thighs, body rigid, positioning the nozzle head, 
she'd moan and arch her body and start the bedsprings squeaking. They'd fuck 
... for hours and hours ... while I frigged myself off in the Simon upstairs 
hall ... remembering the three days in the woods, and listening to plump Joe 
Simon eat Debbie. Boy! 

I must have gasped or made some telltale sound. Because suddenly Mr. Simon 
was there, chin sloppy with fresh cum, chubby pole protruding from open 
pants. My mouth formed a surprised O. I was speechless, embarrassed, coming 
... unable to stop my fingers darting in and out, in and out. 

"You like it, huh?" 

"No! " 

"Fuck you don't." Mr. Simon offered a pudgy hand. His breathing was harsh, 
loud. His round face grinned knowingly. He undid the button at my waist, 
unzipped the fly, and shimmied the jeans down my churning hips. "Let me do 
it," he said hoarsely, persuasively. "Move your hand. Give Uncle Joe a 
taste." 

"Kathie?" Debbie's eyes flashed. Her face mirrored my initial surprise. She 
watched her father drop to his knees, shift my panties, and drink long and 
deep of the smell of my cunt. She squatted in the doorway, tiny hand working 
the rosebud protruding like a pink velvet derby from the pouting lips of her 
twat. 

Soon I was coming again, gasping, unable to stand. Mr. Simon led me into the 
bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed, where Debbie had been seated a 
moment before, and began working the dungarees and panties down my jelly 
legs. He eyed my thighs, the wedge of black curly hair at top. His logish 
joint jerked. Would he fuck me, I wondered, lungs refusing to work, pussy 
tingling. I could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind: tight ... 
hot ... wet and ready. Again I thought of Daddy stoking his long delicious 
pole into Mummy. 

Debbie sat close beside me. "Yours has hair," she whispered, lightly 
stroking my pussy. "Real soft-like. Ummm!" Her tiny fingers probed for my 
clit. "Katty ... it's the softest thing inside, too." 

"Not you." 

"Yes. I want to." Debbie's face dropped to my lap. Her small tongue flicked 
out. I shivered. 

Mr. Simon lifted my legs and disentangled the jeans and panties from my 
feet. He let my legs down, coaxed my knees wide apart. Fingering Debbie's 
tight asshole, he said, "I always knew you'd be hot stuff. Fuck! I used to 
watch you undress when you were no bigger 'n Debbie. Your window's right 
across the yard from my bedroom. For years! Ever since the old woman died. 
'One of these days,' I used to promise myself, sitting there in the dark, 
watching your pussy hair grow, 'one of these days sweet little Kathie's 
gonna give ole Uncle Joe a taste of that stuff!' He skinned the excess meat 
from the head of his cock, stepped close. 

I didn't have to be told. Saliva filled my mouth, hot and wet. I undid his 
belt. The pants slithered down white bony legs to his ankles. I pulled the 
shorts down. Closing one hand around his hot, pulsing dick, I palmed his 
nuts with the other. It was shorter by inches than Daddy's; smooth-skinned, 
where Daddy's was ridged and veiny, and not nearly as far around. But the 
cute little red glans, poking from its sheath like a rabbit's curious nose, 
had fascinated me from the moment I saw it. Now I licked it. He jumped. 

"Wash my balls some." 

"I can't - Debbie! - r-reach them." 

He moved closer still. Again Debbie's fiery tongue whipped down one side of 
my vulva and up the other. I gasped. I was goosebumps all over; as if I were 
once again standing naked in the cold mountain lake. But this was a special 
kind of cold feeling ... the white-hot chill of Noxzenia applied to sunburn. 

"Your cum hole tastes good, Kat. I never ate one before." Debbie tongued my 
hard clit. Her slender fingers spread the outer lips. Her sweet breath 
entered my channel. 

My own tongue was busy lapping around and under Mr. Simon's small nuts. They 
weren't much to look at. The smooth outer layer was nothing like the 
wrinkled and hairy skin on Daddy's hefty cubes. These were childlike, bright 
pink, almost hairless ... like the tiny slit between Debbie's young thighs. 
Was it a family trait, I wondered, reaching for Debbie's gash and licking 
the bowed underside of the log near my face. My stink-finger found Mr. 
Simon's wet asshole, twisted up. He bucked toward me. I could smell the 
sweat dripping down his back, into the crack of his doughy ass, onto my 
hand. 

"Suck it some." 

I glanced up, saw the pained pleasure look on his face, looked down, saw 
Debbie's round head moving .. . long chestnut hair fanned out like a bib on 
my thighs. I tickled her gash. Her head moved faster. I tickled Mr. Simon's 
rectum. He pushed the tiny red tip in past my teeth. 

"That's it. That's my little sucker." Mr. Simon gripped the back of my head. 
His smooth shaft slipped farther into my mouth ... one inch, two. He pulled 
back, jabbed ... four inches. He grunted. Again he pulled back, drove 
forward, harder. His nuts slapped my chin. He sighed. Popping his finger 
from Debbie's humping ass, he gripped my head with both hands and moved his 
hips in a slow, rhythmic fuck motion. 

"Suck me home, Kathie. Fuck! I used to say, 'One of these days she'll suck 
me off, that bitch will. All the fucking way home. Like a real fucking pro," 
he said in satisfaction. 

"He likes to talk dirty," mumbled Debbie into my crotch. Abruptly she hopped 
off the bed, onto her knees, between me and her Popsy. She coaxed my thighs 
wider apart. Her hot little tongue flicked between the pinched cheeks of my 
ass. "You take care of Daddy," she added, lips covering the gaping mouth of 
my sex, sucking, blowing into me, lips coming away, tongue darting down, 
flat against the crack of my ass, licking up. "You suck him. I'll suck you." 

Moaning, pussy twitching in her face, I obliged. Although Mr. Simon's dick 
was less manly than Daddy's, less awesome and fearsome, less wonderful, I 
knew it would soon shoot off great gushes of semen. 

Debbie's small pointed tongue had me wild ... wanting cum ... huge doses of 
it. Her feathery brushstrokes sent electric charges through my thighs and 
lower belly. I reached down. Her cunt snapped at my fingertip. I had never 
before considered multiple sex, girl finger-fucking girl, sucking girl, as 
we were doing while Mr. Simon talked dirty and pumped his stubby peg into my 
face. But now I thought of variations; Mr. Simon screwing me ... me eating 
Debbie ... me and Mummy and Daddy, all arms and trembling legs, all mouths 
and pussies and assholes, but only one big dick ... coming all over each 
other, on the double bed, in the master bedroom at home. 

"Fuck! I used to tell Debbie, 'Bring your sweet fucking Kathie girl friend 
over. Let her spend the fucking night. The fucking weekend. She's a ripe 
sucker, that one is'." 

Boy! I thought, Debbie wasn't joking when she said Mr. Simon liked to talk 
dirty. But it was turning me on. I fondled his scrotum. Greedily I sucked 
his dick. I sucked from deep in my throat, making him squeal like a fat 
piglet. 

"Move up," directed Debbie. "Closer to the edge. I wanna smell your 
asshole." 

Again Mr. Simon squealed. His cubes bounced in my hand. I could feel the 
soft inner balls, the size and shape of pigeon eggs, where the sperm were 
produced. There were millions of tiny cum-worms in a man's nuts, I knew. I 
wanted them. Every one! So I let his slippery shaft pop noisily out of my 
face, and, while his cock jerked and throbbed, angry with me, it seemed, for 
evicting it from its nice, warm sheath, sucked the twin pink sacs into my 
wet mouth. 

"Eeeahhh ... !" Mr. Simon did a funny dance parody. 

"He's like that," said Debbie, grinning up from between my widespread 
thighs. 

But I had reached the point where I didn't much care what anyone did or 
said. The hot juices were flowing deep in my belly, spewing out on the 
bedspread, sloshing into Debbie's hot mouth as her hungry lips again opened 
wide on my pussy. And Debbie was coming, too all over my hand, the throw 
rug. And plump Mr. Fucking Simon, still doing his funny soft-shoe routine, 
balls puffing out my cheeks like a hamster's pouches, was yipping and 
yelling and shooting off in the air. 

Spitting his nuts from my face, I cried, "Oh, NO!" and tried to catch the 
last creamy spurt. It landed hot on my cheek, slid down to the corner of my 
mouth. My tongue darted out, found it, licked it in. I bent double, mashing 
Debbie's face to my gaping cunt ... gasping, moaning, orgasms coming 
rapidly, one, two ... three! 

After licking the last of the cum from Mr. Simon's stubby limp cock, and 
kissing Debbie full on the lips to taste my own cum, we dressed and went 
downstairs. I stopped at the front door, grinned. Debbie flew into my arms. 
Again we kissed, and I felt her pussy and she felt mine. I wasn't mad at her 
anymore. Nor Daddy. Nor Mummy. What the fuck! I thought philosophically. .. 
everyone's doing it! 

The next few days whisked by. It was the last month of summer vacation. The 
weather was perfect for swimming at the neighborhood pool and dating boys 
from school, who, after Daddy and Mr. Simon, were sort of a comedown, 
because they never did more than feel your thighs or tits, and even did that 
as if it were an accident - but fun, too, and gossip for me and Debbie to 
giggle about after our afternoon sessions with Popsy. 

After dark, our quiet suburban community became a lively place. There were 
barbecue parties, cocktail parties, birthday and business advancement 
parties ... Friday night parties, Saturday night parties, and parties, it 
seemed, to break up the monotony of parties. And my philosophical outlook on 
sex was being proved well-founded. For as we took our nightly strolls, me 
and Debbie, gathering notes for the book we had agreed to write some day, 
there was ample evidence - heads and legs moving in the dark back seat of a 
car, cum-crusted panties - that everyone, but everyone! was putting it to, 
or getting it put to them by, someone they weren't supposed to be fucking. 

On one such night, as we were returning home, Debbie squeezed my arm, and 
said, "Look. There's that handsome Mr. George and pretty Lois 
what's-her-name. Don't let 'em see you." 

We stepped behind the thick hedges at the mouth of the Michaels' drive, and 
watched tall Mr. George feel Lois Michaels big boobs. There was a loud 
gathering in the lighted backyard cook-out, with half the neighborhood 
present. But the lovers stood in the shadows, in the car port against the 
side of the house. They were talking. 

"You'll rip my dress." 

"Fuck your dress." Mr. George slipped one hand into the bosom of her low-cut 
mini. He used his knee to coax her trim legs apart. His free hand dropped to 
her hemline. 

"Someone may come." 

"Yeah. Me. Now shut up and give, goddammit." 

Lois gasped as his hand shot under the dress. She opened wide, leaned back 
against the house. "I don't usually fool around." 

"Sure." 

"But Harry's fucking his secretary, so..." 

Mr. George shimmied the panties off her hips. He fumbled with the front of 
his pants. An enormous white pole shot out. He lifted the hem of the mini, 
baring Lois' hairy black pussy, held the garment bunched at her slim waist. 
"Put it in for me," he demanded. 

Lois' trembling hand closed around the shaft of his thick cock. "It's too 
big. Maybe I better suck you off instead." 

"Fuck that." 

"You'll kill me." 

By now, my cunt was sopping wet. There was just enough light to see. And I 
could almost feel that tremendous dick boring up into me. I hugged Debbie. 
Her tiny hand crept to the leg-band of my shorts, under. I squatted, taking 
her fingers deep inside my love hole. 

Mr. George grunted. The huge head of his joint buried itself in Lois' dark 
cleft. He abandoned her titties, let go of the dress, cupped her buttocks, 
and thrust. It slid in slowly, inch by delicious inch. 

"Jesus! Is there more?" whispered Lois. 

"Only halfway." 

"It feels ... Like a giant redwood." 

Debbie's fingers were making me crazy. But it was Mr. George's marvelous 
cock, which looked even bigger than Daddy's, that I was thinking about. I 
had felt a dick in my asshole, two in my face, and liked it both ways. But 
my pussy was burning for man-meat to be flooded with hot creamy cum from the 
mouth of a cock. 

"Do me," said Debbie, steering my hand to her shorts, to her hairless pink 
twat. "I wish Popsy's were that big. Wow! I'd never stop sucking." 

Finger-fucking each other, we watched Mr. George stoke the last incredible 
inch into Lois. They kissed, hips moving slowly. Lois was much shorter than 
him and I could see it was awkward. Mr. George had to bend and Lois was 
standing on tiptoe, and each upward thrust lifted her inches off the ground. 
Their hips began to move faster. I wanted to die. 

Finally, after getting her good and wet, I suppose, Mr. George broke the 
kiss, reached down and tore the panties from her knees, and said, "Put your 
legs around my waist." 

"That's crazy." 

"Everything's crazy. You. Me. Fucking in a car port. Now put your fuckin' 
legs around my waist." 

Tentatively Lois raised one knee. Mr. George placed one hand in the crook of 
her leg. With the other hand, fingers splayed on her jiggly bottom, he 
lifted. Lois moaned. Her ankles crossed high on his waist. Her heavy white 
thighs quivered. She was helpless, impaled. 

"Wow!" breathed Debbie, creaming all over my fingers. 

I knew just how she felt. I was coming, too. I closed my eyes and envisioned 
Daddy shafting me the same way. I hadn't seen his big veiny dick since we 
returned from the camping trip. But I remembered every lovely inch of it . . 
. could see the swollen pink glans ... coming closer and closer, brushing my 
moist lips, poking its way deep into my mouth. 

"They're popping off," said Debbie. 

I opened my eyes and watched Lois grind her pussy up and down on the cock in 
her belly. She made soft mewing sounds almost like a child weeping. Her legs 
inched higher, squeezed. Her mouth dropped open. Then Mr. George's legs 
gave, and they fell back against the house, kissing and sighing, cum mixing 
with cum, I knew. Me and Debbie kissed and finger-fucked like crazy. 

Afterward, after Mr. George and Lois straightened their clothes and returned 
to the party, and Debbie had taken her fingers out of my wet cunt, I asked, 
"Did Daddy ever fuck you standing up?" 

"Uh-uh." Debbie used a Kleenex to wipe her pink gash, offered me one. "He 
likes to do it on the sofa. Me on top. Didn't you know?" 

"Sure!" I lied. "That's the way he likes to do me. But I thought with you - 
well, me being his daughter and all. He doesn't usually get too kinky." I 
wiped my sloppy wet cunt, balled the tissue, and tossed it at the hedges. 

"Popsy's like that, too," sighed Debbie. "He won't even screw me. He's kinda 
hung up on incest, you know? Sometimes, when he's drunk and wants me to suck 
him off, he even forgets who I am. But boy! He sure started it! After Mumsy 
died, he used to sneak in my room and rub his face up and down the crack of 
my ass. Tonguing my cum-hole. Smelling. Wow! Was I ever scared at first. I 
used to feel him licking my gash and think, 'Holy fucking guru! What'll I do 
if he tries to ... to.. . wow!'" 

I giggled. I could imagine plump Mr. Simon sneaking about the house in the 
middle of the night with a hard-on. Boy! Would that ever be a comical sight, 
I thought. "He's sort of dopey," I said. "Mine too. They're both old 
fashioned." 

We started to walk. The tissue I'd used to wipe my twat was stuck high in 
the Michaels' hedges, I noted. Like a Christmas tree ball. 

"Popsy used to look at me guilty-like next morning," continued Debbie, 
plucking at the damp crotch of her shorts. "We both had hang-ups back then. 
I was just a kid. Eleven. But one night he got me so fucking hot I just 
forgot it was Popsy. I made believe it was that groovy Mr. Levine - you know 
... the English teacher? The one who always makes the girls sit down front 
so he can look up our dresses? Anyway! Popsy got me so fucking hot I just 
rolled onto my back and made it easy. He went right to work, too. Slurping 
and whacking off. I was still a little afraid, but I opened my eyes when he 
squealed. I watched him shoot off in the air. It landed all over me. I 
grinned kinda silly-like when he caught me watching and began to blubber 
about being drunk and all. Then I grabbed his stiff cock and shoved it into 
my face. Yummy! I was okay, but I thought Popsy was going to shit himself." 

I glanced sidelong at Debbie. I was sort of jealous of her. At twelve, with 
a cunt as bald as a plum and titties that wouldn't fill a poached-eggcup, 
not only was she sucking Popsy's cute dick every day, but she had already 
felt Daddy's fierce arrow in her tight quiver. Yet there I was, a ripe 
fourteen, with fair-sized boobs and oodles of black curls on my pussy, and 
toting a cherry still. It was humiliating. 

"How'd it happen with you?" asked Debbie as we turned the corner onto our 
block. "Did he whip it right out 'n' say hey! Or was he sneaky like my 
Popsy?" 

I told her about the trip to the lake, about three days of sucking and 
asshole fucking, and an imaginary straight fuck or two. I got madder and 
madder as her eyes grew wider and wider. That fucking Daddy! I thought. If 
Debbie ever learned the truth, that he hadn't plowed me, that I still 
carried a dopey maidenhead inside my twat ... well, I didn't even want to 
think about what she'd say. 

"He did me like that, too," said Debbie when I mentioned how Daddy, upon 
finding me naked in the car, had turned away and begun rubbing his stiff 
cock. "When I came over that day and you were out and I sat on the sofa to 
wait, I knew he could see up my mini. I wanted him to. He's kinda groovy, 
you know? So I opened my legs while we talked ... him sitting in the 
armchair straight across from me ... cock growing bigger and bigger. Wow! I 
thought, watching it grow like a tree down his pants leg. It made my pussy 
all tingly. And it was getting to him, too. He got all red in the face, 
crossed and uncrossed his legs, got up, paced. Finally I told him about me 
and Popsy ... about how he had sneaked in my room to finger-fuck and suck me 
the night before. About how I'd been fucked by lots of boys at school and 
really wanted a big one. By then, he was rubbing himself and staring kinda 
bug-eyed at me. I was getting hotter and hotter. Cunt all wet. I opened 
wider, brought one leg up on the sofa 'n' showed him everything. Wow! His 
dick was standing so tall I thought sure the pants would give. He made a 
funny sound in his throat and grabbed me, fingers stoking my pussy. I 
thought I'd explode when he pushed me down on the cushions, took it out 'n' 
asked me to suck it. I told him he'd have to fuck me first. So he rolled me 
over, on top, gripped my ass, 'n' placed the hot tip at my hole. It was 
something, Kat. I felt it going in, in, all the way up in my belly. I 
watched it. I opened as wide as I could - until the lips of my cunt felt as 
if they were going to rip - 'n' wiggled 'n' wiggled till there was nothing 
but NOTHING BUT HAIR. It was the absolute biggest I've ever had." 

We had reached the Simon place. I was burning up, dripping all over myself, 
shorts soggy, from the story. Daddy was fucking everyone except me, it 
seemed. Since we'd returned from the lake, he hadn't so much as allowed me a 
sniff of his cock. He was fucking Mummy three and four times a day, and, 
through most of the night, while I lay awake, panting, hoping he'd come to 
me, making the darn bedsprings squeak so loud that no one within a block of 
the place had to guess about what they were doing. 

"I'd better go in," said Debbie. 

"It's early." I showed her my wristwatch. 

"I know. But Popsy'll be drunk as a skunk and unable to get a good hard-on, 
if I don't. See you." 

I watched her enter the house, and, a moment later saw the light come on in 
her upstairs bedroom. I saw her silhouette on the shade. Then Popsy's. His 
hand moved over her tits, down her little round belly. 

'Boy!' I thought, starting for home, 'fucking Debbie Simon had it made!' 

The living room lights were out, and those in the kitchen, too. But Daddy's 
bedroom door was ajar, and the small lamp on the night table beside the huge 
bed was casting a faint yellow glow throughout the room. I opened my mouth, 
about to announce my early arrival, heard laughter. Abruptly I clamped my 
lips shut. Were they fucking again, I wondered. My heart raced. Quietly I 
closed the door and tiptoed across the dark living room, to the master 
bedroom door. 

"Doesn't it ever get limp?" asked Mummy. 

She was lying curled at the foot of the bed, head propped in one hand, 
wearing panties and bra, broad backside toward me. I could see the deep 
crack of her ass through the flimsy material. "You could teach Tom a thing 
or two, luv," she added in a throaty voice. "He was okay at first, but after 
a month or so it just hung there like a limp spaghetti after one screw." 

"Tom always was a jackrabbit." Daddy moved one hand up and down his rigid 
shaft. He was lying propped naked on pillows, at the head of the bed, long 
muscled legs wide, hairy sacs lying flat on the white sheet, apparently 
cocksure about the attraction potential of the veiny pole Mummy eyed. "Even 
in school," he continued, stroking himself harder, "when me and Tom 
double-dated, I used to drop him off first, take my date home, then park and 
finish what he'd started. 'Member Evlyn?" 

Mummy nodded. 

"The redhead?" 

"That's her. Redhead all over. She dated Tom for more than a year. But after 
the first few dates, after Tom took her home, she used to call with excuses 
to get me over there. Tom's a straight fuck man, and Evlyn was crazy for 
sucking. Suck! Suck! Suck! He used to neglect that sweet little mouth, and 
she used to get me over there and draw so hard I thought, Christ! My fucking 
cubes're coming through the head! Get your ass up here." 

Mummy hesitated. Her soft buttocks tightened. I knew what she was thinking. 
Daddy had said she'd refused to give him a blowjob, and with all that hotsy 
talk about Tom, sucking and like that, she was apprehensive. I stood to one 
side, waiting, knowing they could see me if they looked, but knowing, too, 
any second now they'd be too busy to look. I was getting sort of kinky, I 
knew. But watching and listening really turned me on. It was as if 
everything happening to Mummy was happening to me. 

"Sex maniac." Mummy slithered up close on her quivery belly, legs slightly 
parted. She moved one long red fingernail up the underside of his hard cock. 

"Christ!" Daddy's hand came down on the thin panties. Slowly, lovingly, he 
kneaded her heavy buttocks. The nylon pulled tight, digging into her crotch, 
into the valley between the halves of her trembling backside. The leg band 
rode high on one hip. A jiggly half moon appeared. It glowed. Whiter than 
the sheet. 

"Should I take them off?" cooed Mummy. 

"Let me." 

"Hurry, Luv." Mummy shifted as his hands fumbled with the panties. She 
lifted her hips, turned sideways, bent her full creamy legs to kick the last 
veil away. She turned onto her belly once more. Her ass was blemishless. 
Tiny gold hairs winked from the crack. "Now the bra," she whispered. 

Unable to bear the sweetness, the thought of Mummy getting all that 
delicious cock, but unable to look away either, I watched Daddy undo the 
snap, remove the straps from her shoulders, and kiss the strap marks. His 
lips moved down. My breath caught. I felt hot little kisses on my lower back 
as he kissed Mummy's hips, upthrust buttocks. His tongue shot out. I gasped 
as it went into the crack and licked down ... coaxing her thighs wide ... 
coaxing mine apart, too ... licking farther and farther, to the winking 
brown eye of her ass, to the slice up her pussy. 

"I luv ... ohhh! That!" moaned Mummy. "Your tongue ... ummm! It's as long as 
your ... OOOHHHHHH! Cock! Don't stop, luv. I'm creaming already. I ... 
Jesus! JESUS! JESUS!" 

"Suck me off." 

"I can't. I..." 

"Try it." Daddy turned her over onto her back, thighs wide. He shifted onto 
his side, bringing his adorable throbbing cock close to her face. The tip 
brushed her lips, jerked. "Chrissakes, Nan. Just the fuckin' head. The head 
won't hurt you." 

'Let me!' I thought, watching Mummy stare dismally at the stiff joint in her 
hand. 

Daddy's tongue was moving rapidly along the tender inside of her thighs, in 
the blonde curly bush, lower. Her pink clit protruded. Her hips bucked. I 
was going out of my mind, yet still she hesitated. 

Finally, apparently having decided that Mummy would never do it willingly, 
Daddy threw one long leg over her body, lifted his hips, and pointed the 
awesome red pulsing tip down. His nuts fell on her brow. Still licking her 
vulva, her asshole, the quivering inside of her thighs, he came down. 

"Nooo!" Mummy wailed. 

Too late! The head had penetrated her lips and was buried to the jacket of 
off-color skin marking Daddy's circumcision, in her beautiful mouth. She 
gagged. Twisted. Tried to lift him. But Daddy held her blonde head firmly 
wedged between his strong legs. Her struggles seemed only to heighten his 
pleasure, his desire, his resolve. He bore down. He licked faster, up and 
down the open wet lips of her cunt, deep in the crack of her trembling ass, 
everywhere. His lips pounded, cock forcing its way, drilling deeper and 
deeper into the hot well of her mouth. 

I was transfixed. It was the wildest thing ever. I watched Daddy's long 
veiny dick drive deep, nailing her head to the pillows, making her suck. 
Mummy's mouth was being raped. Taken by brute force. Utterly violated. I 
felt the invading meat in my throat, too. The fiery glans. The pouting 
aperture breathing its thin lubricants ... preparing the sheath for the blow 
off. Oh how I wished I were Mummy and could once again taste the creamy cum 
squeezing slowly up from Daddy's balls. I watched - rubbing my pussy and 
remembering the first hour of our three days alone in the woods, the first 
time he shafted my face, my tight asshole. I fingered my clit while Mummy, 
his dick stoking her face farther and farther, opened and moved her sopping 
wet cunt, and, despite her apparent revulsion, took the last pulsing inch. 

"That's it, Nan," groaned Daddy. "Suck!" 

I watched him thrust once more, mashing his nuts and coarse pubic hair in 
Mummy's flushed face. He drove the roots flush against her lips. My mouth 
filled with saliva. I could actually feel the huge glans at the back of my 
skull. 

"Draw on it, baby. I'll make you like it even if I have to..." 

My knees turned to mush as Daddy withdrew until only the fat head remained 
in, and with one mighty stroke planted it deep again. Mummy made loud 
choking noises. But Daddy wouldn't relent. Again he withdrew and again he 
planted his meat - harder, hips grinding it home. 

Daddy held it deep for a moment. Then suddenly, in no more time than it 
takes to snap your fingers, he rolled over, taking Mummy with him. He locked 
his long powerful legs around her slim neck. "Suck it, Nan. Every hard 
motherfuckin' inch!" 

Mummy continued to gag. But now her pussy was working, too, dripping its 
juices on Daddy's slobbering tongue. The plump halves of her ass opened and 
closed. Daddy's fingers dug in - one in her shitter, the others spreading 
the fat outer lips of her cunt, until, even from the door ten feet away, I 
could see all the way up to the bright pink and purple mouth of her inner 
sheath. I watched Daddy cover the gap with his lips, suck deep. Mummy's 
throat noises changed from gagging sounds to sighs. My shorts ripped. There 
was absolutely nothing in the world big enough to fill the vacuous spot in 
my belly. 

'Fucking Daddy!' I thought, closing my eyes, leaning back against the wall 
to keep from falling. I didn't much care about him fucking off with Mummy, 
or, for that matter, Debbie or anyone else he chose to fuck off with. But 
there I was, fourteen, hot and ready, and saving my last earthly treasure - 
my tight, pulsing, adorable little love hole - just for him! I had a 
toothache down there. An empty electric socket. And after three days of 
testing my current, charging my dynamo, sparking my plugs, fucking hotsy 
Daddy had pulled the plug. 

Boy! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

School began with the usual half day of hearing your name called and having 
all the new boys in class look up your skirt. I didn't mind that though. Me 
and Debbie had begun compiling notes for our book and had decided to devote 
an entire chapter to voyeurism - with cocky Mr. George, whom we'd caught 
fucking half a dozen times since the night with Lois, in the starring role, 
and his partners, of course, and Mummy and Daddy, even Popsy, as bit 
players. Besides ... I had by now begun to dig looking and being looked at. 
And there was one boy in particular - Vic something ... an impossible 
Italian name - who really turned me on. He sat in front of me to the right, 
and spent most of the morning looking at my pussy. 

By lunchtime, the end of the first day, I was sure the stiff thing in Vic's 
pants wasn't the pen he'd been dropping. The recess bell rang. The kids 
scrambled. I collected my books and started for the hall door. 

"Kathie. Hey, Kathie." 

I stopped. The last of the kids dashed past me. I watched Vic dodge around 
desks, peewee peg leading the way like a bird dog. He wasn't much taller 
than me, but was broader of shoulder than most of the boys in class, and 
dark, like Daddy, with exquisite, steady brown eyes, and hands the size of 
ping-pong paddles. It wasn't difficult to imagine those dark fingers groping 
under my miniskirt. 

"I ... ah ... I was thinking maybe you'd let me walk you home? We could ... 
ah ... we could stop maybe for a Coke, if you want. Okay?" 

I waited for Mr. Levine to close his thick briefcase. He moved to where we 
stood. 

"Have a nice day," he said eyeing my tits. "Incidentally, Kathie, tomorrow 
I'm moving you up front. I like to seat my brightest pupils where they'll be 
sure to get everything." 

'Boy!' I thought, 'Debbie sure wasn't fooling around about him!' 

Me and Vic watched him pass out the door and stop to talk with the stacked 
math teacher across the hall. I had never before considered the school as a 
place to gather material. Now I made a mental note to discuss it with 
Debbie. Perhaps we'd devote a chapter to "sex in the classroom," with Mr. 
Levine whacking off behind his desk, I supposed, oogling snatches. 

"Well? How about that Coke?" asked Vic. 

"Fuck the Coke!" I told him. 

Vic blinked. He seemed to be thinking, Chrissakes! She's all hot and ready 
to screw me. He looked about the empty classroom as if making doubly certain 
we were alone, cleared his throat, and said, "Then ... ah how about we go 
hang up our coats?" 

I followed his hungry gaze to the cloakroom along the back wall. He'd have 
to fuck me standing up in there, I thought. My pussy twitched. It was a 
sensational idea. But there were other things on my mind at the moment. 
Mummy had gone to visit Grandma and Grandpa, I knew, wouldn't be home all 
day, and I was planning to take advantage of having Daddy alone. 

I told Vic we'd do it another time and ran, heart thumping, down the hall 
and out the high front doors, into bright sunlight. I breathed deep of the 
fresh late summer air. I waved to horny Mr. Levine. I started for home, 
thinking it was sure great being a girl - with titties, a soft plump ass, 
and a hairy little love hole everyone, but everyone! wanted to burrow in. 

Everyone except Daddy, I reminded myself. He'd be waiting, I knew. Since the 
company he worked for had made him the district manager, he could come and 
go as he pleased, and spent more time at home than on the job. I was 
determined to make him want some of my pussy ... just as I had made him 
stick his lovely dick in my mouth that first day at the lake. 

 Daddy was sitting on the sofa, pretending to read the sports page, when I 
pranced in. I eyed the cute tuft of hair at the neck of his sleeveless 
undershirt, the limp hose in his pants leg. Poor Daddy! I thought. He was 
trying desperately to forget what we'd done, trying to be true to Mummy. But 
the insatiable meat in his pants wouldn't let him forget. Already it was 
growing. The mere sight of me made it jump in anticipation. 

I moved to the sofa, set my books down on the end table, and flopped with a 
sigh. 

"Isn't the air conditioner working?" 

Daddy glanced from me to the front window. The cooling unit hummed smoothly. 
His gaze returned to me. He watched me pluck restlessly at the neck of my 
jersey top. The newspaper rattled. He said nothing. 

"For cripessakes!" I wailed, furious, wanting to grab his stiffening cock 
and force it up my pussy just as he had forcefully taken Mummy's mouth. 
"You're not being fair! It isn't as if we never did it. Just look at you 
now." I pointed to his fly. Remembering what Debbie had said about him 
liking it on the sofa, her on top, I brought one knee up, giving him a good 
look at what he was missing. "Your dick is all hard," I continued, noting 
his furtive glance at my gaped-open thighs. "Admit it, Daddy. You can't 
forget. You want me. Now take it out and let me kiss it like I did in the 
car that first day at the lake." 

"You're making me crazy again," roared Daddy, handsome face flushed. "Sex! 
Sex! Sex! Is that all you think about? You're only fourteen, for chrissakes. 
It never should have happened. They put guys in jail for screwing their own 
fucking daughters - in case you didn't know." 

"I won't tell," I breathed, closing my hands around his huge bicep. He was 
so muscular. Both my hands together wouldn't fit around one upper arm. I 
glanced down at his crotch. His dick was super-stiff now, standing like a 
telephone pole inside the pants. My cunt ached. My asshole tightened. My 
mouth filled with hot spit. 

"Knock it off, Katty. Jesus. I can't take you hanging all over me. My joint 
gets hard just thinking about you." 

"My pussy, too. It's all hard and wet and open. Feel." I guided his hand to 
my open thighs. 

"My God." 

"Isn't it hard, Daddy?" 

"No!" 

"What then?" 

"Soft. So fucking soft." 

"Hard and soft should be together." I unzipped his fly, groped greedily 
inside. My small fingers closed right around his cock. I gasped. A lump 
formed in my throat. It seemed to have grown even larger since last I'd held 
the shaft in my hand. 

"Take it out, Katty. Kiss it." Daddy's fingers slipped beneath my panties. 
He closed his eyes, sighed, slouched down on the sofa. 

Again I gasped, sitting abruptly forward as his stink-finger twisted up into 
me. I unbuckled his belt, undid the button. His pants fell open. I extracted 
his magnificent cock from the fly of the shorts, and bent to place my moist 
lips to the swollen glans. It jumped in my hand. Throbbed. I knew he wanted 
me to suck it. And although my pussy still ached to be stoked, now that I 
had his hard meat so close to my face, my lips fluttered open, mouth 
watering, and, on its own volition, it seemed, the enormous pink head glided 
perfectly in on my tongue. 

"Jesus, that's good." 

I sucked for a moment, loving the taste of him, then took my lips away. 

"Let's undress. It's more fun that way." 

Daddy's finger slid from my cunt. He pulled me close, held me tight, my 
titties boring into his broad chest. His lips covered mine. I felt his hands 
at the waistband of my panties. The nylon cackled electricity as he slipped 
the undergarment off my hips, my thighs. Had I been wrong about him wanting 
a blowjob, I wondered. Was he finally, actually, after all this time, going 
to fuck me? 

I wanted to shout YES! Fuck away! I was goosebumpy all over. 

Suddenly Daddy released me. "Get your ass out of that thing," he ordered, 
indicating my tight jersey top. He stood to remove his clothes while I shed 
the last of mine. 

Naked, thighs wide, working my clit with thumb and forefinger, I watched 
Daddy step out of the shorts. Mummy sure was lucky, I thought, envisioning 
Popsy's stubby uncircumcised cock and tiny cubes. Daddy's hefty equipment 
was altogether more appealing. The streamlined tip made socking him off ten 
times more exciting. And those nuts! When I held them in the palm of my 
hand, felt the wrinkled but soft texture, the wiry hair, the weight, there 
was no one in the world I loved more than Daddy. 

Stripped, dick straight out, Daddy came at me. He paused. He glanced from me 
to the front door. He strode across the living room, locked the door and 
drew the drapes over the big picture window. "Just in case," he said in 
answer to my quizzical stare. "All I need is someone walking in to catch you 
With ten hard inches of joint in your face." 

I blinked. Ten inches? Lord! I hadn't realized. 

Daddy returned to the sofa. "You want dick?" 

"Yes!" 

"How much?" 

"All of it. Please!" 

"You're some kid." Daddy sat and took me into his strong arms. He squeezed 
me. "That first day at the lake," he continued, fondling my breasts, 
pinching the nipples to peaks, "when I came back to the car and saw you, 
sweet tits sitting up like cherry-topped igloos, I was scared. You know how 
it is. You're brought up to believe the home's sacred - go fuck a skunk or a 
cockroach, but don't try plowin' your daughter or sister or Aunt Tessie." 

"You don't have an Aunt Tessie," I teased, taking hold of his cock, and 
working my hand slowly up and down the shaft. A tiny bead of clear gel 
appeared at the mouth. I worked it over the head. 

"Who the fuck needs an Aunt Tessie when I've got you? You've got the 
goddamndest hot little body. The goddamndest way of moving. I close my eyes 
and keep thinking it's you when I'm deep in your mother. I called her Kathie 
last night. She said, 'Huh?' I just kept plowing and thinking of you. She 
didn't catch on. She's good. But she's starting to stretch down there. Your 
pussy's tighter. Has to be." Lowering his face, he examined the space 
between my upper thighs. "See this?" He placed two long fingers on my 
crotch, on the island of flesh separating my cunt from my asshole. "Christ! 
I can't even flatten my fingers! Tight! The space never lies." 

"Then fuck me, Daddy," I pleaded, vulva throbbing, spewing my juices on the 
slipcovers. "Stick your dick up there. Make me yell because it's so tight 
and you're so big. Do me like Debbie." 

"I can't." Daddy sat back. He stared mournfully at me. 

"Why not?" 

"'Cause my cock makes babies, too." 

"You could wear something ... a rubber?" 

"I hate those fuckin' things. It's like jointing a hot water bottle. Besides 
... I don't want to be the one to take your cherry." 

"That's stupid! " I yelped. "You took everything else!" 

Daddy grinned. His stink-finger bored roughly into my love hole. It stopped 
at the humiliating, elastic-like, vulgar barrier. "Get your mouth on my 
joint and stop fucking around," he demanded. 

I sighed. I was beginning to suspect Daddy had a freaky thing for shoving 
his cock in beautiful faces. I didn't for a moment believe what he'd said 
about making babies and taking my cherry and like that. At the moment, 
though, I was so hot, so happy to get my hands on that incredible shaft, 
that if he had rammed it in my nose, fucking my sinuses, I wouldn't have 
uttered a peep. 

"Ten inches," I breathed, awed anew. 

"Waiting to be sucked." 

I nibbled the tip. Wrapping both hands around the thick hairy base, I 
studied the long shaft. It was indeed veiny. The thin vessels pulsed blue 
beneath the loose outer skin, thicker, purple at the roots. The main artery 
along the bowed underside, from crotch to circumcision, was a fat garter 
snake. I flattened my tongue at its tail and licked up. 

"Christ Jesus!" 

I glanced up. I loved being able to create the pleasure-pain look both Daddy 
and Popsy got when I licked. I tongued the garter snake again. Daddy's hips 
bucked. The swollen glans probed my lips. Insistent. Pushing against my 
teeth. I opened my mouth slowly, pointed tongue flicking across the tiny 
aperture. It tasted of girl cum. Momentarily I wondered if he'd screwed 
Mummy after I left for school that morning. It was a good taste ... blonde 
pussy and man-meat. I opened wider. The hot torpedo inched in. 

"Suck, Katty girl." Daddy drove his finger in and out of my cunt. Faster and 
faster as the head of his dick went into my face. He slouched lower. "Lay 
down and do it," he choked. "Lemme see your sweet ass. Up here. On the 
cushions." 

Holding his dick firmly in my mouth, I scrambled up and lay full length on 
the sofa. I couldn't breathe. His cock seemed to fill my lungs, my breast. I 
formed a wide O with my lips and drew and drew ... taking the last thick 
inch. I recalled the night I'd watched him force the fat monster into 
Mummy's beautiful face, how Mummy had gagged and tried to lift him off. I 
didn't know how she could help but love every fiery ounce. The glans, the 
summit of Daddy's tall spire, was buried deep in my throat, and still I 
wanted more. I palmed his balls. My finger crept through the puff of hair at 
his anus. 

"Ahhh..." 

I worked my throat muscles on the head. 

"Lord! Lord! Do your thing, Kitty-Kat. Milk it dry." 

I felt his hand on my ass, kneading first one tender half moon of flesh, 
then the other. His fingers slid down the crack. I opened my legs. My hips 
shot up to meet his boring stink-finger. I was remembering the bloated 
feeling of a shaft in my rectum. Noisily I sucked---dribbling spittle down 
the sides of his dick as I moved my mouth up, to the throbbing glans, then 
down. Up. Down. Up. Moving faster. Wanting him to shoot off. Hungry for cum. 
His thick finger twisted deep into my asshole. I closed my eyes. It was 
Vic's miniature peg in my ass ... not Daddy's finger. Vic was there, inside 
my head, bending me over in the cloakroom at school . .. pounding his little 
wop prick up my burning backside. Did Italian cum have a special taste, I 
wondered. I sucked, imagining Vic's Gentle Ben stoking my rectum, while 
noisily sucking Daddy's Jolly Green Giant. 

Daddy's hands came away from my ass and pressed down on my head. "Hold 
tight, honey. Keep it all the way in. I ... um! Here it comes." 

I squeezed his nuts. I felt the blast working up the shaft to the mouth of 
the pulsing thing in my throat. The head jumped. The first delicious hot 
spurt tore down my gullet. I moaned, sucking with all my might. Sucking from 
deep in my belly. Drawing spurt after spurt. Gulping as the volcano erupted 
again and again and again and again. 

When it was over, when Daddy had withdrawn his lovely cock from my face, we 
lay side by side on the sofa, drinking deep lungfuls of air, kissing and 
touching. His pole lay limp on one muscular thigh. Lovingly I traced the 
softened monster. Even now, with the stiffness and thickness gone, it was 
magnificently long. I wanted it still. 

"Is Mummy as good as me?" I asked, raising one knee, placing my thigh over 
his, pussy close to his momentarily placid member. "I mean ... can she do 
you like me? As good in the mouth?" 

"Nobody sucks like you, Katty." 

"Feel my pussy some more." 

Daddy's fingers crept slowly between my thighs. I rolled. Now I was on 
top-the way he liked it, the way he'd fucked Debbie. I felt his huge cock 
jerk, rejuvenating itself. It hung down, the tip lying sadly on the 
slipcovers, bare inches from the pink outer lips of my cunt. His fingers dug 
in, found, and began playing with my clit. 

"Is it still soft, Daddy?" 

"Softer." 

"How soft?" 

"Cotton. Motherfucking fleece." 

"Put the head in," I cooed. "Just a little bit. While it's limp." 

As if hypnotized, as if my voice had lulled him to sleep, Daddy lifted the 
glans and rubbed it against my wet vulva. My head started to spin. My tits 
grew taut. I could feel the tiny aperture mouthing my hard little soldier. 
His dick started to rise, to grow fat and rigid once more. I moved 
imperceptibly. Another fraction went in. I looked down. Most of the head was 
buried. My pubic hair surrounded it. And I could feel it beginning to pulse 
inside my sheath. 

"Kiss me, Daddy." 

He obliged. It began slowly soft, tender joining of lips - but quickly 
became a passionate mashing of mouths, searching tongues. I felt his hands 
on my ass once more. Gripping. Spreading my cheeks as he pulled me onto the 
shaft. The head of his cock ground its way to the feathery inner lips, 
paused to grow. I gasped. He was fucking me. His dick was expanding to 
magnificent proportions inside me, and he was willingly, anxiously, pulling 
me onto the spire. 

Breathless, I tore my lips away and buried my face in his damp, dark curly 
hair. "Do it, Daddy," I whispered. "All the way. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!" I 
brought my knees up close to his ribs. My hips moved. Now I could feel the 
hot bloated tip probing the inner sheath ... close to the elastic-like 
barrier ... climbing ... climbing. "Fuck me," I whimpered, pressing down, 
feeling it slide snugly up my vagina. "Fuck me! Fuck me! F-f-fuck meee." 

"Katty baby." Again Daddy kissed me. His fingers dug cruelly into the tender 
halves of my ass. He, too, began to move, boring closer and closer to my 
maidenhead. Stretching the tightness. Busting me open in the most delicious 
way. 

I moaned and panted my lust against his wet open mouth. His tongue covered 
mine, slid around, under. His hard dick shot flame through my belly. So 
close. So maddeningly close! I moved slowly. Down. Down. Making it fill and 
tear and love my tight little hole. Then abruptly his stiff cock was gone 
from the mouth of my pussy, and I felt the fat head, now full-blown, boring 
hard up my ass. 

"Nooo!" I wailed, tearing my lips away, pounding his chest, trying to wiggle 
free. I struggled. I twisted. All to no avail. For the entire head had 
entered my rectum with the first mighty thrust. Another planted half the 
long shaft. The next set the roots flush. 

"Fucking Daddy!" I yelled. 

He laughed. 

"You ... you ... ohhHHHHHHHHH!" I was furious. Even mortified. But my hungry 
hips were going all by themselves, grinding around and around, up and down, 
and my shitter, all soft and gooey inside, was nipping the swollen torpedo 
while my vacated pussy hung there, wet and forlorn. 

'Oh that fucking Daddy and his assholes and faces!' I thought. He had come 
that close to disintegrating my cherry. Yet again the next day I would face 
the world with the utterly unfeminine thing - stretched like a dumb 
trampoline between the outer and inner emptiness - intact. 

I wanted to cry. To rip the hair from his heaving chest. To gouge his eyes. 
Instead, I tongue-kissed him again and worked my plump little ass around and 
around and up and down and sideways and forward and back ... with all my 
might. 

Next day in class, no sooner had I walked through the door, Mr. Hotsy Levine 
placed me up front. I sat in line with his desk. All morning he oogled my 
micro-mini, reddening at intervals, hands out of sight. Poor Vic! I thought, 
looking back at him now and then. He sat four rows away. Grim-faced. Staring 
bleakly at me because not one of the girls seated around him was worth the 
effort of dropping and retrieving the pen. 

When the midday bell finally rang, setting the kids in motion - a rat race 
for the door - Vic leaped from his seat and caught my arm before I could 
leave the aisle. "I was thinking ... ah ... maybe we could have lunch 
together?" 

"I'm not very hungry," I told him, standing close, and watching Mr. Levine 
out of the corner of one eye. I was by now determined to find out what the 
horny cocksucker had been doing under the desk all morning. I figured 
there'd be quite a puddle of cum on the floor, if he'd been doing what I 
suspected. 

Vic's hand slid up my arm. His thumb brushed my breast. "Then how about ... 
ah ... after school? We could ... ah ... we could take a walk and maybe stop 
for ... um ... for a Coke or something?" 

"Or something." I eyed the cloakroom. 

"Gee, Kathie ... you mean it?" 

Again I glanced at Mr. Levine. He was bent over papers on the desk. I 
touched Vic's fly; a fleeting gesture of acceptance, a promise. 

After Vic had gone, leaving me and Mr. Levine alone in the classroom, I 
approached the desk. He was indeed groovy; Daddy's height, but with 
brown-blond hair and sideburns, trimmer of build, and with long manicured 
fingers I could almost feel digging into my cunt. 

He glanced up at me with a guilty look in his gray-blue eyes. 

"Something, Kathie?" 

I moved closer to the desk. "I was wondering if maybe you could help me with 
a grammatical problem. It's sort of tricky." 

He straightened in the chair. Now I could see his lap. The front of his 
pants were wrinkled and a semi-hard-on bulged along the left leg. "Most 
certainly, dear," he said. "I'm always happy to see my girls, my pupils, 
that is, take an interest in the structural intricacies of language." 

'I bet!' I thought, moving closer still. 

I'd been right, I knew. He'd been whacking off all morning - eyeing the 
cunts across the front of the room and shooting off gobs of semen under the 
desk. My pussy twitched. I was becoming more and more like Daddy - more and 
more insatiable. 

"I'm writing a book," I told him, propping my elbows on the desktop, butt 
upthrust, igloo breasts hanging down inside the low-cut dress. I watched him 
blink and try not to look at my nipples. He busied himself rearranging 
things on the desk. He looked toward the windows, the hall. But the thing in 
his pants leg was growing, I could see, and, no matter where else he looked, 
no matter how hard he tried, his furtive eyes always sneaked back to me. 

"It's all about sex," I continued, eyes wide. "The book, I mean. It's sort 
of a diary. My experiences and like that. But now I have an Italian 
character and can't for the life of me think of the wop word for cock." 

"Co ... cock?" 

I nodded. I could almost see the wheels grind to a stop inside his head. "I 
was thinking maybe wang. But that sounds sort of Chinese -don't you think?" 

Mr. Levine flew from his chair, to the door, closed it, drew the shade, and 
stood staring bug-eyed at me. I glanced casually back over my shoulder. I 
hadn't changed my position. From where he stood, he could see up under my 
micro, I knew. I shifted my hips. 

"My God. I can see your ... your ass r-r-right through t-t-the panties. 
C-c-crack and all. C-cunt. Hair." He came slowly back to the desk, stopped 
close behind me, stared. 

"Does it make much difference what I call it?" I asked, enjoying his 
discomfort. "A dick, I mean? I don't want to offend anyone." 

"You're ... you're only a baby." 

"But you like me, huh?" 

"Sweet Mother of ever-loving God. What're you saying?" 

"You can touch me back there. All over." 

"No! I ... I'm your teacher. You ... you're entrusted to my care. I'd be 
lower than ... than ... if..." 

I lowered my tits to the desktop, offering my rump. "You've been looking all 
morning. I bet you know how many hairs every fucking girl in the front row 
has on her twat." 

"So young." 

"Soft, too. And wet. All juicy and hot." 

Dropping to his knees, Mr. Levine wept and pressed his cheek to my plump 
ass. "You won't tell anyone?" 

"Uh-uh." I pressed back. 

"My God," he gasped in disbelief. 

I felt his damp breath on my panties. I was becoming an accomplished 
seductress, it seemed. Moving my hips, I thought, Anyone could walk in ... 
the stacked lady math teacher, classmates ... even the principal. Was I 
becoming an exhibitionist, I wondered. Probably! I knew Daddy had made a 
confirmed cocksucker of me. For as Mr. Levine fumbled with my nylon panties, 
got his fingers inside and felt around, the saliva began to thicken in my 
mouth ... the zigzag crack in the wall of the library across from the 
classroom windows became a giant's fly, and, at the base of the zigzag 
crack, the slim white flagpole, standing straight out from the building, 
became a brass-tipped rigid cock. 

"I must be out of my mind doing this. Heaven help me." Mr. Levine touched my 
cunt. One finger slid tentatively in. His wet lips touched the underside of 
my ass. 

"Eat me," I told him. 

"God forgive me." 

I gasped and threw my feet wide as his tongue flicked my hole. My thighs 
quivered. The dart licked up one soft lip, tasted the hair, and glided 
slowly down the other side of my vulva. The panties were in the way. I 
reached back, pushed them down, baring my offered backside. "Take them off 
me," I demanded. "Hurry!" 

Mr. Levine sobbed. He stood, worked the nylon off my upthrust hips, down my 
thighs, off, and pressed the huge bulge in his pants to the crack of my ass. 
He swayed. The head of his cock, pants and all, bored into my love hole. He 
took hold of my hips. Closing his eyes, he rutted, rubbing the rough 
material against the swollen lips of my pussy and deep in the split up my 
taut little backside. 

Finally, after making my pussy so wet it stained the front of his pants, Mr. 
Levine backed away and tried with trembling fingers to unzip his fly. "It's 
stuck," he choked. "The fucking cocksucker's stuck and I can't get my ... 
my..." 

"Let me." I came off the desk, turned. Swiftly I unzipped his fly. He 
shivered as I groped inside for his cock. It was a big one. Not nearly as 
big as Daddy's magnificent tool, but much, much longer and fatter, much more 
pleasing than the one I'd felt earlier in Vic's pants. I watched his knees 
buckle when I took it out and jerked. 

A sudden change came over timid Mr. Levine. Taking hold of my shoulders, he 
pushed me against the desk. I fell, thighs apart, legs on either side of 
his. Frantic, eyes closed tight, hands gripping my hips, he tried to ram his 
stiff shaft up my pussy. The glans flattened against my mound, missing the 
mark. He trembled and strained, rutted and missed, and tried again and 
again, to no avail. 

"Let me. Let meee!" I pleaded, unable to keep the excitement out of my 
voice. It was happening at last. The trampoline was about to be tested, 
pounced upon and shredded by the tip of Mr. Levine's anxious cock. I made 
him back away, giving me room, and shimmied my ass farther back on the 
desktop. Papers rustled. The desk calendar fell to the floor. I lay back, 
opened and brought my knees up to my breasts. My pussy gaped wide. I reached 
for his pole. 

Mr. Levine's breath caught when my small fingers closed tight around him. He 
stared down at my pussy. His trembling hand covered the hairy mound, rubbed. 
His middle ringer went easily into the wet lips of my cunt. "Oh Sorrowful 
Saviour," he wailed, working my clit with his thumb. "Mother-fucking 
Merciful Mary," he cried, fingers lubricating my channel, stepping close, 
allowing me to guide him. 

My arm went around his neck. I pulled his face down, lips to lips, and 
steered the hot head of his dick to my pussy. I was wide open, dripping wet. 
The glans, the nozzle tip of his shaft, disappeared as if there were a 
Hoover sucking him into my belly. He kneaded my breasts, moved his hands to 
my waist, to my hips, to the softness and quivering whiteness of my ass. He 
thrust-fingers again on my mound, cock blazing a trail in the pocket of my 
thighs. The head glided past the short outer foyer, raking my clit, pushing, 
pushing, retreating and grinding its way to the tight upper gate. 

I thrashed about on the desktop. My back ached. My legs were leaden. But my 
cunt was experiencing incredible electric sensations ... drawing his meat to 
the barrier ... closer and closer ... snapping with feathery teeth. I 
moaned. I screamed into his mouth. I lifted my hips, churned my ass, twisted 
and cried and pleaded for the stroke that would rend. 

With his throbbing dick buried almost to the roots in my sheath, Mr. Levine 
tore his mouth from mine. He caught me in the crook of the knees, lifting 
the weight off my arched back. Wheezing, nipping the smooth shaft with my 
inner cunt muscles, I stared down at the log protruding from my triangle of 
hair. It was impossible! Utterly devastating! There were at least six inches 
of man-meat in my belly ... another thick inch to go. And yet my fucking 
stupid cherry was still intact. 

"Fuck it!" I yelped. "Fuck it all the way into me!" 

Whining deep in his throat, holding my legs in the crook of his arms, Mr. 
Hotsy Levine moved his hands along the soft underside of my thighs. He 
retreated and plowed, obviously enjoying the sight of my cunt lips engorged, 
stretched to the width and thickness of his bloated meat. He pulled back 
until only the glans remained wedged in my tightness and drove the last hard 
inch up my slippery channel. 

"Fuck it more!" I cried. I was drunk with the delicious feeling of hot meat 
in my hole. I could feel the glans at the barrier, butting the membrane. 
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" I demanded, wanting to feel the nozzle tip burst 
through. "Bust me open. Hard! Harder! Oh, yes. OWWWWWWWWW!" 

I was coming. I was pissing juices despite the stubborn obstruction that 
refused to give. I thrashed about wildly on the desktop, working my hips, my 
vagina. I had popped off many times in the few short weeks since Daddy's 
dick first entered my mouth, had felt cocks in my hand, mouth and asshole, 
had experienced finger-fuck comes, lapping comes, self-induced and outside 
assisted orgasms. But never before a body sensation like this one. Never 
before so totally good. The top of my head flew off, spun in midair, and 
screwed itself back with a thud. My belly turned over. My heart did a 
cha-cha and stopped, started, stopped, The lips of my tight little love hole 
puckered in and then puffed themselves out, and the cute curly hairs on the, 
mound of my pussy twanged. 

Mr. Levine's body grew suddenly rigid. He dug his fingernails into the 
tender flesh of my buttocks. He drove harder-pistoning short strokes into my 
vulva. Then he planted his cock to the roots, opened his mouth and screamed 
a silent proclamation, and ground off a hot liquid blast of sticky semen. 

His cum flooded my cunt. It rolled and wiggled its spermy tail all the way 
to my throat. It seeped out and oozed down my buttocks as he thrusted 
several times more, emptying his sacs. He looked skyward, loudly 
proclaiming, "Oh Lord, that's some good fucking pussy. Sweet motherfucking 
cunt of Mary - that's great young stuff!" 

When it was over, after Mr. Horny Levine unsheathed his limp cock, I sat on 
the desktop and demanded my panties. He fetched them from the floor. I used 
the soft nylon to wipe the spunk from my twat. 

'Boy!' I thought, still feeling the tingles inside, 'that was some fucking 
tough trampoline!' 

I suspected the added elasticity was Daddy's fault. The day before, while 
teasing me, poking the membrane with his gargantuan tool, he'd no doubt 
stretched it so thoroughly, made it so pliant, it now would require the 
flagpole on the library across from the school to uncherry me. 

I had a horrible vision. I saw myself, eighty years old, picketing Daddy's 
athletic club ... with a sign that read CHERRY!! 

We had completed our desktop escapade none too soon. For as I sat at my desk 
and hid the soggy panties in my purse, as Mr. Levine zipped his fly, the 
hall door flew open. In walked Vic. He grinned at me. 

"Er-ah. Excuse me, please." Mr. Levine, using a sheaf of papers to hide the 
cum stains all over the front of his pants, hurried past Vic - out of the 
classroom and down the hall to the men's room. 

Vic eyed me. He walked casually around the desks, weaving in and out, 
tracing a design with his forefinger here, opening an inkwell there, until 
he stood over me. "I ... ah ... came back early," he announced. "I couldn't 
get you out of my head. What you ... ah ... said." 

I stared at his pants. Today was some hotsy day, I thought. there I was, 
cunt still sopping wet from fucking, soft behind flattened on the wooden 
seat - a wreck, I supposed, hair mussed, dress wrinkled, sweaty - and 
another dick was popping its cork near my face. Did all fourteen year-olds 
get as many opportunities to suck and screw and asshole fuck, I wondered. 
Even the ugly, flat-chested ones, and those like Debbie, who, only the week 
before, had sprouted the first curly black hair on her twat? 

"I was thinking ... ah." Vic cast a furtive glance at the cloakroom. 

I felt like teasing. I ran one finger up the inside of his pants leg. My 
thumbnail grazed his hot crotch. His peg jumped. I turned sideways in the 
seat. The hemline of the micro barely reached the top of my thighs. Slowly I 
parted my knees and watched his eyes grow large. "I've got an itch there," I 
told him. 

Vic gulped. "Manage! Jesu Cristo! Madonna Dio!" 

I took hold of his ping-pong paddle hand and guided it up the inside of my 
thigh, to my pussy, while he continued to rattle, off in singsong Italian. I 
had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded very reverent. I had 
noticed that about men. The mere sniff of a cunt, a glimpse of an ass, a 
tittie, made them sort of religious. I was gathering notes in my head ... 
for the book, I mean. 

"We better ... ah ... go in the cloakroom." Vic's hand cupped my pussy. 
Squeezed. 

Of course, I stood, excited and curious about the little thing in his pants, 
and let him lead me by the hand, around desks, to the back of the classroom. 
Was he circumcised, I wondered. Uncircumcised? Veiny? Smooth? I had been 
fucking around with man-meat, mature cock, and, although I'd felt a peg or 
two at the pool, and me and Debbie had peeked in the locker room, where the 
boys changed, I had never examined a young prick close up. Now I stepped 
into the dark cloakroom, Vic's hand exploring my ass, anticipating the 
taste, the feel, the smell, the exquisite sensation of pubic hair in my 
face. 

Vic was very romantic. Once inside the cloakroom, out of sight of anyone who 
might walk into class, he took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth was 
wide and full-lipped and moist and warm. I felt his arms tighten around my 
waist, the hard peg in his pants drilling. I moved impatiently. I was by now 
burning to go again. 

Finally Vic broke the kiss. He smiled into my eyes. "Know why I came back 
early?" 

"Uh-uh," I answered as innocently as possible. "Feel." This time he guided 
my hand. "It's been ... ah ... stiff like that since yesterday." 

"We should ... ah ... do something to make it all better then, huh?" 

"Fuck?" 

"Uh-uh. Suck!" 

"Gee. You mean it?" 

My hand closed tight around the bulge in his pants. I jerked. He bucked. My 
heart was again pounding, knees weak. I could imagine the adorable little 
peg in his pants gliding without the slightest hindrance into every hole I 
owned. 

Vic pressed me back against the cloakroom wall. His wide hands sought my 
breasts. One slipped into the low-cut neck of my dress. "Jesu! No bra even," 
he croaked, nibbling my ear. He rolled my left nipple between thumb and 
forefinger until it stood tall and ached, then said, "Fish out my 
braciuola." 

"Wha...?" 

He pulled back and drove his cock at me. "Braciuola! My dick!" 

I chewed my lower lip while fumbling with his fly. My hand trembled. The 
zipper came down. My hand dove inside the pants, inside the tight Jockey 
shorts, and flattened against his thick pubic hair. I inched down. My 
fingernails grazed the roots of his shaft. 

"Manage ... ah!" Vic lifted the hem of my micro, exposing the hairy black 
triangle at the top of my thighs. One finger screwed into my cunt. "Manage! 
Manage! It's all fuckin' wet," he announced. 

"Ummm! " I extracted his cock, began to jerk him off. He had a fine 
circumcision. The shaft was smooth, not ridged or veiny like Daddy's, and it 
was almost pure white in the dim light. "Braciuola!" I murmured. 
"Bra-ci-u-o-la!" I almost giggled. Roget had nothing on my mental thesaurus 
for C-O-C-K. 

Vic unbelted, unbuckled, and let the pants fall to the floor. His dick stood 
at full length. He pushed my hand away, worked the shorts down his legs, 
and, moving in mincing steps, both garments at his ankles, came against me. 
"Let's .. . ah ... Fuck some," he said, cupping the tender halves of my ass, 
pulling me close. "You can suck me off later, Kathie. Right now ... ah ... I 
just gotta have some of that soft fuckin' pussy of yours." 

Boy! I thought ... men were making me crazy for real! For weeks I'd tried to 
get someone, anyone, even a snake, to crawl up my twat. And now, when I 
wanted to feel a cock stoking my face, everyone wanted to fuck. It was 
almost exasperating! 

"Jesu! It's going right the fuck in. All the way." Spreading the cheeks of 
my ass, Vic rutted. "Holy shit! Your pussy's like silk inside. Manoman! " 

I kissed him. Reaching around his waist, I gripped his hard flat behind. I 
suddenly remembered Lois and Mr. George. Standing up. Fucking. I raised one 
knee, trying to encircle his waist. But it was no good that way. My cunt 
opened so wide, was so slippery, his small peg almost popped out. I closed 
my legs tight, leaned back, making him saw in and out, loving the feel of 
cock dragging across my clit, balls slapping my thighs. And the way Vic was 
humping! He felt all over my ass, fingers probing my shitter, in-out, big 
hands kneading my melons, lifting, making the cheeks fall and jiggle, 
fingering the crack, the dimple at top, then tracing the separation, down, 
down, down and up into my asshole once more. Was he cherry, I wondered. He 
showed lots of enthusiasm but little experience. Was I the very first girl 
to feel his hot little peg stoking toward orgasm? The idea was exciting. 

'What material!' I thought. 'What fantastic stuff for me and Debbie to 
gossip about before writing into our book!' 

Vic was nearing a nut. I could tell by the way his buttocks and belly tensed 
up. And now he grunted each time the dear little poker bored into me. I had 
to stop him. I was convinced he was indeed cherry, like me - only more so 
-and wanted more than anything - even more than I wanted Daddy right then - 
to have his first big load of cum blast off in my mouth. 

Dragging my lips from his, I breathed, "Don't come in me. Please. Pleeze!" 

"Jesu! I can't help it. I..." Vic strained. 

"No!" I opened my thighs. His miniature pecker popped out of my sloppy cunt. 

"Shit! " " I might get pregnant." 

"Shit!" 

I slid down his legs, opening my knees as I went, until I was kneeling on 
the dusty cloakroom floor. I closed my fist on his cock. It jerked in my 
hand. I touched my lips to the tip and cooed, "It's much better this way." 

"Okay then. Suck!" 

"Like 'hisss...?" Already I had the round glans in my face. I drew it 
deeper, halfway. "Is 'hisss ... wha''ou mean?" 

"Suck it all the way." 

"Like 'hisss . . . ?" I drew the last of the shaft deep in my mouth. His 
pubic hair smelled of pussy. Was that me, I wondered, tasting the bitter 
sweet gooey stuff encircling the base of his dick like the tight band on a 
rubber. Loudly I sucked. 

"Ah! Ahhh! A HHHHHHHHH!" Vic grabbed for my hair. He took hold. Yanking. 
Pulling it out by the roots, it seemed. "Motherfuck!" he grunted. "Don't 
stop. Keep it all in your mouth. Suck it goo ... ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHH!" 
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Creamy gushes of hot cum filled my throat. I gulped as it came. I kneaded 
his balls - thinking maybe, if I squeezed them just right, not too hard, not 
too gently, the little love worms would become curious, crawl up the tube to 
the aperture, and geyser another delicious blast in my face. I panted. I 
moaned incoherently. I clamped my lips tight at the base ... refusing to let 
go even after the last spurt came. I felt his cock shrink, become wrinkled 
and limp - like an old man's petered-out pecker - and still I held the 
fucking thing doggedly in my face. 

Finally, all hope of instant revitalization gone, the thing hanging from my 
wet lips like the rubber finger of a Playtex glove, I admitted defeat. I let 
go. It popped out. "Boy!" 

"Shhh...!" Vic pointed. 

My gaze followed his outstretched finger to the partially open sliding door. 
I sucked in breath. I made a fist and bit my index finger. We were in a 
helluva fix. We had been so busy, so absorbed, we'd forgotten the time, and 
now the class was filing into the outer room. 

"We're stuck in here all fuckin' afternoon," whispered Vic. He pulled me 
into the depths of the cloakroom. "Jesu! Suppose someone comes in? What the 
... ah ... what in the fuck'll we do? " 

A sudden thought struck me. I looked about, blinked. I had to cover my mouth 
to keep from laughing out loud. "It's too hot for coats," I said. 

"Coats? 

"Sure! Nobody comes in here when there's no coats." 

Vic looked about, too, scratching his head. "How about that. Not a fuckin' 
coat in ... ah ... in the joint!" 

"That's what we'] I do." 

"Huh?" 

"Joint!" Again my fist closed around his cute dick. I had never tried 
sucking a limp one back to life. Now there were hours and hours to 
experiment. 

"Manage!" Vic said. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

I was home. I was exhausted. I threw off my clothes and fell naked upon the 
bed. My fucked and sucked cunt lay like a damp washrag between my young 
thighs. School was becoming some hotsy place. This was the fourth day in a 
row I'd fucked and sucked Mr. Levine, and Vic, and, although I loved every 
minute and was eyeing two other possible studs in class, I was sort of glad 
the weekend had arrived. 

I dozed. But I was quickly awakened by someone knocking at the front door. 
Debbie, I wondered. Darn! I suddenly remembered ... I had promised to meet 
her after school. I jumped from the bed and scrambled into a shorty 
housecoat. I raced to the living room. I opened the door and stood staring 
blankly at Tom ... Daddy's ex-business partner, Mummy's ex-lover. 

"I have to see her," said Tom. 

"She's not home. Besides ... she doesn't want to see you," I explained, 
embarrassed. 

Tom shot past me. I closed the door, leaned back. I watched him go to the 
bedroom, the kitchen. He called. He came back. "Where the fuck is she?" 

I shrugged. I stared up at him staring dolefully down at me. He needed a 
haircut, a shave, and his suit was unpressed. Yet despite his appearance, 
despite the pursued look, it wasn't difficult to understand why Mummy had 
opened her legs for him. I had a thing for tall men, and Tom towered over me 
- steel-gray eyes flashing, lips a mere slit in his haggard but roguishly 
handsome face. He had Daddy's dark good looks, looked a great deal like 
Daddy ... only younger ... about twenty-eight, I supposed. And although I 
recalled what Mummy had said about him being a one-shotter, I couldn't help 
but admire the long flaccid thing hanging like a potential harpoon in his 
left pants leg. 

Tom rubbed his eyes. Drawing his hand down his face, he said, "I called her 
last night. She said, 'Fuck you!' Fuck you! Imagine! I was screwing her for 
more than a year before we took off. Every day almost. In the bed. On the 
sofa. On the motherfucking floo..." 

He looked apologetically down at me. "Sorry. I get sort of carried away. 
She's got me doing flips." 

I moved from the door to the sofa, sat, cocked my head at him. "You still 
dig her, huh?" 

Tom rubbed the stubble on his deep-clefted chin. "Yeah. I guess. Once you 
get a shot of that light blonde pussy it's hard to forge . .." Again he 
looked apologetically down at me. "Sorry. I keep forgetting you're only a 
kid." 

Boy! Did I ever resent the hell out of that remark! I'd show him! I decided. 
I propped my feet on the sofa. Air from the cooling unit washed my cunt. 
Hugging my knees, I retorted, "To hear Mummy tell it, you're not much more 
than a kid, either. I heard her telling Daddy all about you. She says you 
fuck like a rabbit one time, then need a day to recuperate." 

"Why that ... ! She said that about me?" 

I nodded. 

Tom growled, clenched his ham-like fists. His handsome face darkened. "The 
first time I came out here, to see your old man, she was sitting right 
there." He pointed at me. His gaze dropped to the smooth underside of my 
thighs, hurriedly darted away. I had positioned myself just right, raised my 
knees just enough to give him a view of my legs - from ankle to where my 
soft ass lay sunk in the softer cushion. 

Tom cleared his throat. "She made the first play," he continued, pacing, 
stopping, pacing ... doing his best not to look at me down there. "Your old 
man wasn't expected 'til late, she said, and when I started to leave, she 
said no! She gave me a drink. Whiskey. A whole tumblerful. We sat talking. 
But it didn't take ten fuckin' minutes before her hand was on my thigh ... 
right next to my rod. Man! I thought, I can't fuck my best buddy's wife! But 
those slim fingers of hers kept on moving 'til they reached the head of my - 
like it was nothing! Something she did every day! I kept inching away. I 
kept fucking moving 'til there was nowhere else to go. Then that itchy hand 
of hers really began to do a number on me." 

Hearing all that sexy talk was turning me on. I raised my knees some. Now, 
when he looked, he could see the split up my ass and some pussy, I knew. The 
cooling unit hummed. Cool air wafted into my snatch, my asshole. I watched 
his pants for telltale signs of an erection. 

"Man!" Tom moved closer to where I sat. Again his gaze dropped, lingered 
before darting elsewhere. "She was sitting right where you're sitting ... 
wearing those velvet green hot pants she likes ... hand r-r-rubbing m-m-my 
dick! I tried pushing her away. I gulped the whole tumblerful of whiskey. 
'You're my best friend's wife,' I told her, rod starting to rise. 'You're my 
best friend, too,' she said, steering my hand to her thighs, to the crotch 
of those hot pants. Man! Even before the warmth of the whiskey fuzzed up my 
head, her fingers were working ... unzipping my pants ... fooling around 
inside." His gaze settled on the opening at my neck. 

Casually I shrugged my shoulders, widening the V at my throat. Cool air 
touched my breasts. I could feel his eyes trying to get at my nipples, no 
longer shy, no longer daring away. I knew that hungry look in his eye. He 
was talking about doing Mummy but, I was certain, thinking about fucking me. 

"Then what happened?" I whispered, voice husky, almost able to see him and 
Mummy doing the thing right there on the cushions where I was sitting. 

"I ... I asked her to blow me." 

"Suck your cock?" 

"I couldn't help it. She had me so fucking hot ... big tits in my face ... 
nipples showing right through the halter. I had to put my hard dick into 
something female, and I didn't want to screw my best friend's wife." He 
moved to the sofa, sat at my feet, hand fluttering near the stiffening meat 
in his pants leg. 

"Mummy doesn't like to eat cum," I said matter-of-factly. 

"She told you that?" 

"Uh-uh. I saw Daddy make her. He just slammed his joint in her face and 
wouldn't quit. I got all gooey just watching." 

Tom's eyes narrowed. He was looking at me differently now. I was no longer 
the kid of the woman he'd been fucking ... I was the fuck object. I watched 
his gaze slide down my legs, under, up. I inched my knees higher. He 
blinked. My pussy grew tight and tingly. "Did you fuck her?" I asked. 

"I ... I still didn't want to," he replied after a pause. His voice was 
scratchy, deep, like the voice of a man on the threshold of orgasm. "But she 
put my hand between her soft fuckin' thighs," he went on, "closed tight, and 
wiggled her snatch while jerking my rod like a pro. She yanked it right out. 
She had me all tied up in the corner here - prick in one fist, holding my 
hand to her hot crotch with the other. Man! How in hell do you get out of 
something like that?" The apologetic look was back in his eye, but his hand 
had folded inward, kneading the shaft in his pants leg, pressing it to the 
hard meat of his thigh. 

'Don't waste it!' I thought. 'Please! Make it good and hard, but don't do 
something dopey and come in your pants.' 

I dropped my legs off the sofa. The shorty housecoat fell open, exposing the 
top of my pussy. 

"Why fight it?" I said, moving closer. "Everybody fucks. It's the national 
pastime." 

"Listen ... you better cover up before..." 

"Cover what?" 

"Your ... y-your cunt! I can see every fuckin' hair." 

Innocently, as if I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking 
about, I glanced down. My black curlicues glistened. I opened ... as if 
undecided whether or not all those sweet little curls were mine ... as if 
making certain. I loved teasing men .. . getting them worked up ... willing 
to do almost anything to shaft a joint into me. And Tom was special. He'd 
fucked Mummy. And I had by now developed a rivalry thing for every stiff 
cock she'd ever held in her belly. 

I sat sidesaddle, propping one arm on the backrest, knowing he could see 
half my plump ass. "Tell me the rest." 

Tom groaned. "I ... I can't. Just thinking about it makes me..." 

I covered the hand kneading the thing in his pants leg. "Then let's 
pretend." 

"Pre-pretend?" 

"Sure! Make believe I'm Mummy. Ask me to suck you off." 

"Man." 

"Go ahead. Move your hand that's it ... lemme hold your cock. Did she move 
it up and down? Like this?" 

"Oh, man. Yeah. That's what she did all right. Jesus. She stroked it ... 
yeah ... for a while ... like that ... before ... yeah ... going inside my 
pants and whipping it out." 

I slid one leg back on the sofa, doing a lop-sided split, baring my crotch. 
"Do me. Like you did her." 

"Yeah. I had my hand on her cunt all the time. Only hers was ... Jesus! Not 
like ... man ... this. She had ... Christ! She had those stupid shorts on." 
His hand cupped my pussy. It lay there, squeezing softly, content, it 
seemed, to feel the tiny curls pressed flat, and springing back against the 
palm of his hand. 

With thumb and forefinger, I took hold of the little brass tong at the top 
of his fly. I worked it down, up, down - teasing again. A white blast of 
underwear appeared. Another fly. This one open. His cock strained against 
the cotton shorts ... panting, it seemed, trying to escape through the 
opening. I held it down, one hand wrapped around it and the pants, the other 
diving into the shorts, fingers twisting curls in his pubic hair. 

"Nan," moaned Tom. "Nan, baby." 

"I'm Kathie." 

"Kathie?" Tom's eyes were glazed. He stared at me a moment. Recognition 
seemed to dawn. "Kathie then," he wheezed. "Jesus. Oh, man. She took it out 
'n' ... that's great. Kathie? Okay! She took it all the way out ... those 
long fingers ... jerking like ... jerking ... yeah ... up ... down ... up 
... down ... a silk hand job." 

Now he kneaded my cunt in earnest. His middle finger flattened against the 
tight slit, pressed in. The Hoover was working. I felt it deep in my belly, 
drawing the tip of his finger like a famished baby sucking the tit of a 
bottle. His nail scraped my pink soldier. I jumped. 

"Go easy," I told him. 

"Yeah. Man." He drove three fingers hard up into my twat. "'Don't make me 
screw you,' I said. 'Nan? Nan, baby? Go down on my rod. Suck me off. I'm 
ready to ... ummm! I'm coming, for chrissakes--Nan? If you don't cover it 
soon, with something, anything, a hole, I'll shoot the fuckin' roof right 
off the house!'" 

Boy! I couldn't believe anyone, not even Mummy, could ignore an appeal as 
kinky as that one. "I'll cover it," I assured him. "I'll cover it! I'll 
cover it! I'll cover it!" 

Slowly I undid the belt buckle, the button. I spread his pants wide. Taking 
hold of his joint, I maneuvered the plush enraged head out the fly of the 
shorts. I gasped. Ecstatic. It was a monster. 

"Kathie, baby. Fuck Nan. Motherfuck Nan!" Tom threw me down on the cushions. 
He lay sideways, as Daddy had done the night he rammed Mummy's face. "Suck 
it, sweetheart," he implored. "Put your lips on the head. Quick. I can't 
hold back much longer." 

I sobbed. I knew just how he felt. There were a thousand tiny sponges 
squeezing off lubricant bubbles inside me. I snaked one leg over his head, 
knowing without having to be told, sensing what he was after. I took firm 
hold of his cock, moistened my lips. And as the head slipped into my face, 
growing larger, more bloated as it entered the depths of my mouth, I felt 
his chin whiskers scratch greedily along inner thigh flesh, bristle across 
the tender lips of my cunt, and come to rest on the island between front and 
rear gate. His tongue flicked my hole. I squealed and bit down on his shaft 
as the point seared my soldier. 

Fingers bored up my asshole ... One! Two! I was starting to stretch back 
there. His nose and tongue, half his face, wiggled into my pussy. I was dead 
... on a cloud ... with wings ... an angel somewhere. His ass drove rigid 
cock at me - unmercifully pounding my head against the backrest. I took it 
all ... not a peep except for the high whining noises I made every time a 
stiff one came anywhere near me. I closed my eyes and relived the night I'd 
stood at the master bedroom door ... watching Mummy's face raped ... wishing 
it were me ... wishing Daddy would come off the bed, throw me down on the 
floor, and fall, like a dart, like an arrow, planting meat - man-meat, good 
meat, long meat, hard meat - in my bull's-eye. 

Bull's-eye? I considered that. I had never before given it much thought. 
Where was the main target, I now wondered. I licked all around the dick 
striving to empty its love load in my face. Was it there? In my mouth? Was 
the shape of an O my eternal astral sign? 

Or was it lower, I wondered. Where the calf's-liver tongue was lapping me 
toward a white-hot and sticky Valhalla? Or in back? Where two fingers 
shafted my rectum, grazing the inner membrane between pink and brown 
pockets, sliding smoothly, greased with a thin residue of shit? 

Who knew? Who cared? Who gave that much of a fuck? 

I moaned. I gasped. I breathed his breath through my twat. I chopped down on 
the hard meat in my face and mashed my cunt at him. I smelled of his 
nuts-that exotic aroma of sweat and love and underwear, hair and bath 
powder. It was big, this one was. Bigger than Mr. Levine's ... not quite as 
big as Daddy's ... better than Popsy's but not quite as frisky as Vic's. I 
took hold of his cubes, wrapped one arm around his waist, and sucked and 
sucked like there was no tomorrow. 

I was coming. Tom too. It seemed I lived in a world of rapidly dropped, 
eagerly swallowed, then up, up, and away again, creamy loads. I made him 
pull back and hold, then drive his dick at me with all the thrust he 
possessed. 

The glans reached the farthest depths of my mouth ... expanded ... exploded. 
Hot lava gushed through me, top to toe. I was creaming all over his face - 
in his mouth, on his chin, his shirt - while the dick buried to the roots in 
my face discharged again and again. 

I milked the last gooey drops before letting him to pull free. His cock 
slipped out of my face. I licked it clean. I swirled my pink tongue on the 
head, down the shaft, over and under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. I 
washed his hot sweaty asshole. I licked until his poker went limp and lay 
there ... stretched thin at the thick hairy base ... still fat at the head 
... like a baseball bat. 

I giggled. A limp cock was the silliest thing! 

"Who'd of thought?" Tom lay flat, content to oblige me. 

"Hm?" I licked up his belly to where his shirttails lay. "Who'd of thought 
what?" 

Tom propped his head on one hand, upper body twisted. He squeezed my left 
buttock. He tickled my tushie. He lifted my face and kissed first my wet 
lips, then my nose, my chin. 

"What?" I demanded. 

"Who'd of thought I was in the right house but in the wrong bedroom! " 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

While I was compiling notes on the groovy school thing, collecting sex data, 
mentally patch-quilting a chapter or two, a curious situation was developing 
at the Simon place. One day, shortly after my first bout with Tom - who had 
squared things with Mummy and Daddy and now was a regular at our house - I 
walked in on Debbie and Popsy and caught them preparing for something even I 
didn't believe. 

"Fuck! There's that sweet little sucker." Popsy oogled me. 

"Hi!" 

"Fuck!" 

"Hi." Debbie moved from the table to the open refrigerator. She bent in, 
tight shorts caught in the cute crack of her ass. She rummaged about. She 
came back. She added a can of Reddi-Whip to the honey and jams and jellies 
on the table. 

"What's up?" I asked. 

Debbie surveyed the assortment. She grinned and thrust her small tits at me. 
"We read a book," she announced proudly. "All about cool freaky stuff. Popsy 
wants to try." 

"Try?" 

"Bet your sweet fuck! " Popsy dug his fingers up the ass of my jeans. "Knew 
you'd come back. Just in time, too. 'That sweet little cocksucker'll be 
here,' I says to Debbie. 'Once they get a shot of good Uncle Joe ... Fuck! 
They can't stay away!'" 

I still hadn't caught on. I watched Debbie open the jars, line them up like 
English Guardsmen along the edge of the table. It was as if they were 
preparing for a sweet-tooth picnic. 

Finally, just as I was about to scream from curiosity, Debbie said, "The 
book we read was all about how to catch and keep and please a man. The 
female something or other. I forget. Anyway ... there was this whole thing 
about sucking dick - with whipped cream, and chocolate jimmies on top and 
like that. Wow! It knocked me right out! There was even a section about diet 
foods - in case you don't wanna get fat. Yummy! Popsy's been dopey all day 
just thinking about it." She returned to arranging the jars. 

I felt Popsy's fingers slip between the back of my thighs, and press hard on 
my crotch. Chocolate jimmies on a stiff cock, I thought. Incredible! I liked 
the taste of natural man-meat, and couldn't, not for the life of me, think 
of a reason why anyone - not even Debbie, who, I had learned in the weeks 
since we began our project, was a kook - would want to dilute or sweeten or 
in any way alter the flavor. 

"It's kinda a hot prick sundae, " said Debbie in answer to my uncertain 
stare. 

I crinkled my nose. Popsy had by now driven his hand into the waistband of 
my jeans and was moving his stink-finger down the warm split up my backside. 
"I'll ... ah. I'll watch for a while," I announced, skeptical still. 

"Fuck sucker, you say!" 

"I already sucked two today," I hastily lied. 

Debbie came around the table. Slowly she undid the button and zipper at the 
hip of the shorts. The garment slithered down her legs, to her ankles, lay 
dusting the linoleum. "Take off my panties," she told Popsy. "There's more 
hair. It's coming in oodles now ... more every morning. Soon I'll be all 
furry and kinky down there." 

Popsy's hand flew from my jeans. I watched him hurriedly oblige Debbie. He 
shimmied the panties off her hips, down trim little legs, made her lift 
first one foot, then the other, and tossed the shorts and underwear across 
the kitchen. The panties landed forlorn and cum-stained on the sink ... near 
the cups ... on the drainboard. 

Boy! I thought. This was sure getting to be some rinky-dinky place. There 
was enough material here to keep Masters and Johnson busy for forty more 
years. 

Popsy dropped with a thud to his knees. "That's some snapper," he wheezed, 
minutely examining the puffy pink mound and tiny black springlettes 
sprouting above the cute dip to Debbie's wet gash. He fingered her love 
hole; extracted the finger, sniffed, popped the tip in his mouth. He 
repeated the finger maneuver ... this time driving far up Debbie's shitter, 
and drinking deep of the smell of sticky brown goo. Loudly he proclaimed, 
"Motherfuck-a-suckfuck!" 

"He's getting kookier," I observed. 

Debbie giggled. She looked from me to the table. A sudden mischievous light 
came into her eyes. Abruptly she snatched the jar of strawberry preserves, 
squatted, and, while I watched, while Popsy backed off, giving her room to 
work, dipped two fingers into the gook, brought out a gob, and packed the 
gooey sweet stuff up her pussy. "Do me first," she told Popsy. "Strawberry 
pussy." 

"Fuck-a-lap-suck!" squealed Popsy. 

I blinked. Still skeptical about the whole thing, but cunt sopping up 
nonetheless, I watched Popsy's tongue dart after the preserves. Boy! I 
thought. What next? How many ways were there to turn people on? 

Debbie giggled and strained, and said, "OWWW UM!" Tremors ran the length of 
her body as Popsy lapped. She planted her feet wide, held his head for a 
moment, then tore at her blouse-popping buttons halfway across the bright 
kitchen. She closed her eyes. Covering the small braless bumps on her chest, 
still mostly nipple but becoming more and more tittie every day, she 
kneaded, pinching the peaks taut while she churned her hips round and round, 
mashing her picnic pussy in Popsy's flushed face. 

I moved closer, watched Popsy's tongue work like a shovel. The tip flew 
lightning fast into Deb's gash, came out with a scoop of preserves, and 
stoked the stuff greedily into his mouth. 

Then out again, in, out ... until the mound and split were lapped clean, the 
pouting lips glistened, and the entire area between Debbie's thighs was 
swollen, hard, bright new pink, throbbing, I knew, wanting, I was certain, 
something longer and stiffer and fatter than a wet tongue. 

"Wow! That was something else!" Again the mischievous light came into 
Debbie's eyes. Abruptly she turned her small round behind toward Popsy. 
Scooping another huge gob of preserves from the jar, she packed the sweet 
stuff deep in the crack of her ass. She bent forward, cheeks spread. Sticky 
red goo, mixed with the clear juice from her pussy, oozed down the inside of 
her widespread young thighs. "Now the back," she told Popsy. "Suck out my 
ass, the crack, everything ... then me and Katty'll do you." 

"Uh-uh," I objected. 

Debbie's laughter was a high-pitched tee hee-hee. 

Popsy leered at me. "Sweet little fucker you." 

"Maybe!" I said firmly. 

Again Popsy lapped. I watched his tongue catch first the red streamers 
snaking down Debbie's trembling thighs, then lick up to her asshole, up the 
crack, down ... shoveling the stuff from shitter to mouth, shitter to mouth. 
I reconsidered the cock sundae. I could imagine Daddy's big pole covered 
with whipped, cream, cherry on top - mine! -preserves packed at the roots, 
on his nuts, in the coarse hair. It was freaky. And thinking about it sort 
of turned me off. But watching Debbie and Popsy, seeing them groove, made me 
want to participate. Only thing was ... even more than the picnic thing, the 
jellies and jams, doing it in the kitchen, with pots and pans and dishes all 
over the place, left me cold. The kitchen was the place for dishrags and 
ladles and like that. What I wanted was hot meat. 

"Let's go upstairs," I suggested as Popsy scooped the last gob of preserves 
from Deb's cute behind. 

Debbie straightened. "What about ... 

I followed her pointing finger, to the line of assorted English Guardsmen on 
the table. "Can we carry it all?" 

Debbie shrugged. 

Popsy burped. 

We three looked at one another. 

Suddenly I started to laugh. It tickled up from my belly, poured out and 
rang through the kitchen, the house. I eyed Popsy, still kneeling on the 
floor, mouth covered with strawberry preserves. I eyed Debbie, naked except 
for the torn blouse, about two dozen little black curlicues radiantly 
aglitter atop her tight pink twat. I eyed the jellies and jams lined up 
along the edge of the table. It was hilarious. I laughed even harder. 

Hands on hips, Debbie glowered at me. She stomped her small foot. " 

"What's so funny, hey?" 

I couldn't reply. I was laughing too hard. It was all too much! Again I saw 
myself as an old lady, as I had done the first time with Mr. Hotsy Levine - 
this time picketing Daddy's athletic club with a sign that read CHERRY WITH 
WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP. I ran to the table, motioned for the picnickers to 
help, all the time laughing and thinking me and Debbie and Popsy were the 
absolute silliest sex maniacs I ever knew. 

We stomped through the living room, Popsy at the head of our three-man 
parade, Debbie behind, her behind still bare, jars and cans and bottles 
clutched like treasure to her breasts. We marched up the winding stairway, 
me in the middle, arms loaded with treats. Reaching the upstairs landing, we 
goose-stepped silently and severely down the hall, to the big master bedroom 
- the one we'd never sucked in, because it was Popsy's room, and ole weird 
Popsy had a "thing" about that - and set our paraphernalia down on the night 
table and bureau beside the huge bed. Popsy flopped. Debbie raced from the 
room. But she was back in a moment with a soft-back book with pages turned 
down and the appearance of having been read and reread by every 
conscientious lover in town. 

I was still feeling silly. Winking at Debbie, I grasped Popsy's left leg. He 
eyed me suspiciously - then roared like a baby panda when Debbie lifted his 
other foot and, heaving together, we threw him back on the bed. Cackling 
laughter like two old hens, we undid his belt buckle and fly and yanked the 
pants and shorts from his bony white legs. 

"Lookit his thing." Debbie pointed. 

I looked. It was hard. As usual. But there was a piece of lint from his 
shorts stuck in the uncircumcised head, and the cute little red tip was 
trying unsuccessfully to pole through. I fell on the bed, wrapped my hand 
around the smooth base, bent, and, with several playful bites, extracted the 
fuzzy obstruction. The red rabbit's nose poked through. Affectionately I 
licked it. 

"Katty!" said Debbie indignantly. "You're the only one with fucking clothes 
on. Take off your jeans and stuff while I sweeten up Popsy." 

Reluctantly I deserted Popsy's hot member. I hopped from his side and began 
to strip. I watched Debbie sit sidesaddle, thighs wide, cunt gaping, on the 
bed. Opening the book to a turned-down page, she reached for the whipped 
cream and knocked it off the night table. She bent to retrieve it. Popsy 
drove a finger high in her ass. She sat back - on the finger. Pensively she 
studied the page. "Spread from head to base," she read ... as if reciting a 
recipe for roast duck. Then she held the whipped cream spout to Popsy's 
cock. 

By the time I was out of my clothes, Debbie had Popsy well greased. We 
flanked him. 

"Fuck-a-whipped-cream-suck! " offered Popsy. 

"Shush!" scolded Debbie. "Lift up his legs," she told me. 

"What for?" 

"So I can get underneath. The book tells you how to take a man's balls in 
your mouth and actually suck him all the way home that way. Honest! Wow! I 
wanna try it that way. Popsy too. Right?" She yanked his stiff joint. 

Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't very observant! I had figured that out 
without having to read a book, and, although Deb didn't seem to have 
noticed, had sucked him off like that the very first time. Now we lifted his 
legs again, folded the knees back on his chest, as if he were a baby, and we 
were about to powder his doughy, fishbelly-white ass. Debbie held the spout 
to his cubes and let the cream fly. Popsy squealed. His nuts disappeared 
beneath the bubbly mountain of foam. 

"There! Now lift his legs more." 

Passively Popsy allowed us to manipulate him. His asshole gaped open. Debbie 
jiggled the can. Placing the spout to his anus, she pressed down, and spewed 
oodles of cream up his rectum while Popsy squealed and wiggled about the 
bed. Until Popsy was yipping and thrashing about like a fat puppy and even 
looked like a rabid Chihuahua down there. 

"Wow!" announced Debbie. She bent to sample a gob of whipped cream with her 
tongue. "Ummm!" 

Popsy's dick jerked through the mess. I fell instantly upon it. I was by now 
so fucking worked up, so anxious to suck, so greedy to cum, I took the whole 
stiff little member in one hungry bite. Popsy's cubes had warmed the 
slippery cream. It was an odd taste. I gobbled it down and sighed at the 
wholesome taste of pure cock. 

"Kathie, you fuck face!" Debbie wailed. "You didn't give me a chance to 
sprinkle on the jimmies." 

It was quite an experience. First I sucked the cream off Popsy's joint ... 
until the cream from within filled my mouth and throat ... then Debbie took 
over and sucked his asshole and cubes. Popsy came again, shooting off in the 
air, a gob landing on the framed smiling photograph of the late Mrs. Simon. 
After that, while Popsy finger-fucked our assholes in unison, me and Debbie 
jellied up and lapped each other's gash and mound clean. 

By suppertime, with most of the jellies and other treats gone - mixed with 
hot cum in our bellies - I was bloated and just about sucked out for the 
day. Not Debbie though. I watched her re-grease Popsy's cock while I 
dressed. And by the time I was ready to leave, Popsy's half-hard mini-peg 
was again in her mouth, nuts in her hand, and they were so busy, so absorbed 
in reaching a climax, neither saw me take the can of whipped cream and steal 
out of the room. 

Outside the house, I paused. It was a beautiful evening. Across from the 
Simon place, the barbecuers were arriving, and Mr. George, the neighborhood 
standup-quickie champ, was setting the flame to the backyard charcoal pit. 
Down the block, across from our place, a hired boy was mowing the lawn with 
a mower that sounded like a rusty old outboard. I skipped down the street, 
the can of whipped cream clutched tight to my belly. I was thinking now 
about Tom ... who Mummy and Daddy had invited to supper at our house. 

"... Evlyn liked sucking cock better than fucking," Daddy was saying when I 
came in. He and Mummy were seated on the sofa. Mummy was wearing her velvet 
green hot pants new pair, lime green this time - a matching crop top, and 
was sitting sideways, legs up, showing Tom her ass. 

"Horseshit!" replied Tom from the armchair. He lighted a cigarette, tossed 
the match in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Sure, she liked copping a 
joint," he continued, billows of smoke pouring out as he spoke, "But lemme 
tell you, man - that was some hot little number spread-eagled. Christ! I 
never got more than three feet inside the apartment before she was on me ... 
hands at my fly ... tearing my fuckin' clothes off. Half the time we screwed 
on the floor because she couldn't wait. And once I got in, man ... half a 
dozen times before she'd unwind those long fuckin' legs and give me some 
air." 

Mummy stifled a giggle. 

"What's funny?" asked Tom. 

"You! Half a dozen times? Ha! You couldn't pop off half a dozen times if you 
were screwing the Virgin Mary. I know, lover. You never came more than twice 
in the whole year you were fucking me." 

Daddy saw me and coughed. He poked Mummy. She gaped. 

It was a curious situation. There I was, in the midst of two men who knew 
every inch of my body, knew Mummy as intimately, and everyone wore a guilty 
look on their face. I moved to where Tom sat, perched my ass on the arm of 
the chair, and said, "Don't stop on account of me." 

"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "You heard?" 

I nodded. Should I confess, I wondered. Should I come right out and tell her 
I was a cocksucker? 

Mummy stared and stammered and reddened. "I ... I ... you shouldn't be ... 
eavesdropping," she managed. "You ... you're too young to ... to ... oh! 
This is horrible. I should have your father put you over his knee." 

'Boy! Would we ever like that!' I thought. 

I looked from her to Daddy. He cautioned me with his eyes. I glanced back to 
Mummy. Impulsively, deciding to tell her about Tom but not about Daddy, I 
blurted, "Me and Tom did it. Last week. He came looking for you, but you 
were out, and my pussy was so fucking hot, and I knew about you and him, and 
- well, I sucked him off. You don't have to pretend on account of me." 

A long silence followed. Everyone looked at everyone else and at me. It was 
sort of fun. I was beyond reproach by Daddy, beyond indignation by Mummy, 
and Tom, I suspected, was enjoying it as much as me. I glanced down. Sure 
enough ... his cock was getting hard. Putting my arm around his neck, I 
threw my legs across his lap, set the can of whipped cream beside the 
ashtray on the coffee table, and planted my butt on his spike. 

"Man!" groaned Tom, centering his prick on my ass. 

"My little girl," whispered Mummy. 

"Oh...! Fuck off!" I told her. "I like it as much as you do. More! Besides 
... Tom's cock wasn't the first one I sucked." I glanced significantly at 
Daddy. He was still watching me with that cautious look in his eye. "I've 
sucked four different joints," I added. "And been fucked in the ass twice 
by..." 

Daddy almost choked. Hastily, he said, "It had to happen sooner or later, 
Nan. She's ... ahhh ... she's a stacked little minx, and you weren't much 
older when we fucked the first time. Jesus! I remember it like it was 
yesterday. Our first date ... the car ... parked in the woods at the lake. 
You said I was the first one. Christ! The first one! Then I opened your 
blouse ... remember?" His hand covered. her left tit, pinched the nipple. 
He, too, had a hard-on. "I thought you were going to stop me," he continued 
softly. "But when I undid your bra and mouthed that big salty peak, you 
sighed and trembled and didn't object 'til I ran my hand up your skirt and 
touched your hot twat. Then you started to cry ... remember?" He dropped his 
free hand to her thigh, inched up. His fingers dug hard into the crotch of 
the hot pants. "But you still didn't stop me," he went on. "You wiggled down 
in the seat so I could get inside the panties. You opened your thighs. 
Jesus! You kissed my ear and pleaded with me not to hurt you." 

Mummy seemed to have forgotten I was there. She closed her eyes, and, as if 
reliving the scene in the car, as if about to have her cherry taken, wiggled 
down on the sofa and opened her long gorgeous legs. 

"Manoman!" Tom crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His hand dove between 
my thighs. He squeezed. 

"When I first felt your pussy," said Daddy, fingers stealing up the leg band 
of the velvet green hot pants, "I swore you were wearing a silk wig down 
there. So fucking soft. So-" his fingers dug in, making Mummy gasp and open 
wider - "Fucking hot! Remember that, Nan? Remember how I lifted your skirt 
and kissed outside the panties, then worked them down and almost died when I 
saw that beautiful wedge of blonde hair?" He abandoned her breasts and 
fumbled, none too steadily, with the clasp and zipper at her waist. "But the 
front seat was too small," he pursued in a gravelly voice. "That crazy 
little coupe ... our first bed ... on wheels. I told you to climb over into 
the back seat, and you started to ... skirt up ... half your ass out of the 
panties. I couldn't resist that. Christ! I buried my face in your ass while 
you cried and said, 'Not that way. No! Nooo!' I made you bend ... milk-white 
buttocks high in the air. Then I took out my cock and made you reach back 
and feel." 

Panting, reliving the scene along with them, I watched Daddy steer Mummy's 
hand to the hard shank in his pants. Daddy had begun the recitation to cover 
my indiscretion, I knew. But now, as he and Mummy recalled the groovy scene, 
neither one of them seemed to care that me and Tom were watching. 

Tom groped for the little brass tong at the top of my fly. The dungarees 
fell open. His hand dove inside. He kneaded my pussy. "Katty, baby," he said 
hoarsely. "Take them off. I want you to sit naked on my lap." 

"You do it," I told him. 

"Did ... did ... do you like being fucked in the ass?" 

"Some ... sometimes." My voice trembled. I could already feel the head of 
his cock sniffing the seam up the back of my jeans ... was remembering the 
two times Daddy shafted my rectum, and envisioning Mummy stretched taut over 
the front seat of the coupe. 

"Please, Take out your dick," I told Tom as the jeans slipped down my 
thighs. "We can do it right here. In the chair." 

"Man!" Tom worked his hand under me. His stink-finger probed. "Katty, it's 
so fuckin' tight," he breathed. "My joint'll probably bust you wide open 
back there." 

"Hurry," I pleaded. "Do it. Bust me wide open." 

I looked back to the sofa. Now Mummy's hand was inside the trousers, tight 
around Daddy's stiff pole, jerking him off, and Daddy was pulling the hot 
pants off her hips. "Nan. Fucking Nan," croaked Daddy. "Remember what you 
said when I first steered my meat into you? Bent all the way over the seat 
... ass tooted ... cunt gaping ... and when I touched the head to your 
pussy, you yelled, 'Put something on!' A rubber! Jesus Christ - a brand new 
little blonde cherry and you expected a rubber!" 

Now Daddy looked at me. His eyes were glazed, beads of sweat stood out on 
his brow. He watched as Tom freed his cock and let it poke straight up 
between my legs. Then he looked back to Mummy and tore the shorts and 
panties from her lush quivering thighs. 

Fucking Daddy! I thought, recalling the afternoon he'd refused to fuck his 
dick into me on the very same sofa. I closed my legs on Tom's joint, sawed 
it up and down between the puffy lips of my pussy. Momentarily I considered 
giving him a poke at the trampoline. The thought quickly fled. For although 
Tom had quite a shaft, Mummy had extracted Daddy's incredible monster, and I 
knew - since Daddy had stretched the barrier all out of kilter, and Mr. 
Levine - not Vic, he was too tiny - had added his thrust to the mess - there 
was but one engorged dick in the world capable of plowing deep enough, long 
enough, hard enough, to demolish the ridiculous elastic-like fucking thing. 

"Then when I slipped it up into you," Daddy was saying. He paused to lift 
the crop top off Mummy's blonde head. Her enormous firm breasts juggled 
free. The nipples were hard, pink-red, twice the size of mine. Daddy's hands 
covered them. 'When I buried the tip in that sweet virgin pussy of yours," 
he continued, bending to kiss first one peak, then the other, "and you 
moaned, and I reached around and took hold of your fabulous tits, you 
hollered as if I were plowing you with the drive-shaft. It was tight, too. 
Christ! The tightest! I had to pound for ten minutes, holding you down, 
covering your mouth so no one would hear you. yelling, before it was 
planted. 'You're killing me!' you wailed as the last inch bored in. I pulled 
back and looked down. There was blood all over my joint. Remember?" Again he 
paused to undo his belt and let Mummy yank the trousers and shorts off his 
legs. He glanced our way. "Sit on my lap," he told Mummy. She did. She sat 
facing us, eyes tightly shut, legs astraddle his knees and cunt dripping its 
juices all over his nuts, his thighs, the sofa. "Christ!" Daddy went on, 
planting the tip of his dick in her white-blonde pussy. "I saw all that 
blood on my cock and went crazy. I watched your tight gash nipping the head, 
and thought, God! This can't be real! It's too fucking hot, too soft, too 
good to be true! Then I drove my joint up into you 'til there was nothing 
but hair against hair and balls slapping your ass. You moaned. But it was 
different sound ... deep ... hungry ... animal. I had you impaled, the 
cherry gone, and you were starting to like it. I could feel it in the way 
your body moved ... the way your tiny inner cunt muscles beat angel wings on 
my shaft. I made you bend even farther, took firm hold of your hips, and 
shafted those coils like I was digging for the rest of the gold. 
Motherfucker! I'll never forget it! You whimpered, like a fuckin' kid, like 
a fourteen-year-old, like.. ." he stopped, unable to finish. 

'Like me!' I completed for him inside my head. I watched him - hands on her 
round belly, ass humping - drive the full length of his cock up into Mummy's 
blonde sheath. And while I watched him, be, over Mummy's shoulder, was 
watching Tom lift one side of my ass and place the head of his dick against 
my tight shitter. The glans bored in. I gasped, twisted down until half the 
meat poker was buried hot in my rectum. 

"Katty, you're beautiful," groaned Tom - driving, driving, forcing his 
delicious hard cum machine deep in my bowels. 

It was marvelous. Stupendous! I could see the bowed underside of Daddy's 
ridged tool working in Mummy, not five away, and feel the dick high in my 
belly. I pressed down. The last fiery inch ground its way past my stretched 
sphincter muscles. I worked on the shaft, massaging it from within. I sobbed 
and pressed Tom's hand to the wet lips of my twat. 

"Oh, that's good," murmured Mummy. Her beautiful face was contorted, body 
tense. Her long blonde hair bobbed as she bobbed on the stake. "So ... ummm! 
Good! So goo ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH! So fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking ... 
OWWWWWWIVWWWW!" 

"And then when I really tore into you," rasped Daddy, fingers spreading the 
lips of her twat, kneading her bush while they screwed. "When I got you all 
wet and slippery and ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nan, baby! Nan! When I 
backed off and began plowing with quick even strokes, and you tried to take 
even more, butting me back against the dashboard, trying to take my nuts, 
everything down there ... like now. Like ... that's it, baby. Sweet. Sweet 
white-haired pussy. Take it all, Nan. Like the first time. Take every 
motherfuckin' hard inch of cock I own." 

I watched and pretended it was Daddy's big dick in my asshole. But sitting 
down was no good. I had to get out of the chair. With me on his lap, Tom 
couldn't retreat far enough to pound it the way I wanted to have it socked 
to me. 

"On the floor," I breathed, slipping off his shaft with a loud plop! "Quick. 
Hurreeeeeeee!" 

I tore off my blouse, my bra, prostrated myself on the coffee table-buttocks 
high, trembling, aching to feel the return jam of hot meat. I watched 
Daddy's glistening cock go swiftly in and out of Mummy's sopping wet pussy. 
I panted. I strained. "Hurreeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Dropping to his knees, Tom came up close behind me. "Kathie. Katty, honey 
baby. Jesus." 

I felt his hands all over my trembling ass. His fingers slid down the hot 
crack, spreading my cheeks. The head of his shit-coated cock again bored 
into me. He planted a quarter, half ... two-thirds the length ... retreated 
and rammed the last swollen inch up my rectum. I felt it inside me. 
Expanding. Breathing. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Hard! Fuck my ass harder than 
you ever fucked before." 

"Man." Tom pulled back and burned it up into my asshole. 

I gulped, fell forward, sliding with the coffee table and knocking the can 
of whipped cream to the floor. I could feel it at the lower end of my 
stomach, it seemed. But I didn't care if it tore my insides out. I didn't 
much care about anything except the cum I knew would soon blast off in my 
belly. I threw my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust ... taking all of 
his pistoning shaft, and loving the feel, the pain, the exquisite sensation 
of having my rectum reamed. 

The sight of us, on the floor, almost at his feet, must have really turned 
Daddy on. For suddenly, as if he wanted to be close to me, he unshafted 
Mummy - lifted her, as if she were a rag doll, straight up and off his long 
cock - ordered her down on all fours, dropped to his knees behind her, and 
placed the huge head of his shaft to the mouth of her shitter. 

"No. Not that way," Mummy loudly objected. "I ... I'm too small back there. 
Don't put it in me. Don't!" 

Daddy rammed the tip home. "Lookit your daughter," he growled. "Fourteen 
years old, and already knows how to please a man. Give!" 

Mummy cast an anguished glance my way. For a moment she watched Tom shafting 
it to me. Her eyes grew as big as half dollars. She looked from me, back to 
Daddy, her gaze settling on the ferocious meat shank threatening her 
backside. "I ... I can't" 

"It's better than straight fucking," I told her. "Honest! You can feel it in 
both holes at once . . . like having two lovely stiff cocks up you at the 
same time." 

Mummy remained unconvinced. She scrambled away from the weapon attacking her 
anus. "I ... I can't take all that hard dick up my ass," she insisted. "I 
... I ... I just can't!" 

"The hell you can't!" Daddy caught her. He wrapped his huge hands around her 
slim waist and squeezed. Mummy gasped.. "You'll take it and like it," he 
told her, gritting his teeth, squeezing until her legs came apart ... as if 
she were trying to suck air through her backside. 

"Now give!" Daddy repositioned himself ... cock jerking and bobbing around 
until it found and bored once again into her tight brown pocket. 

"Oh, God, NO!" 

"Shut the fuck up." 

"You'll ... you'll hurt m-me back t-there. I know it! I know it! I ... I can 
al-r-r-ready feel it t-t-tearing my ... n-n-noooooooooooo!" 

Daddy ignored her entreaties. It was like watching him rape her mouth all 
over again. Mummy must really be close - closer than me, I thought. I had 
been frightened, too - that first time Daddy asshole-fucked me at the lake. 
But Mummy! Wow! There were tears in her eyes and she struggled and strained 
and made noises like a hurt kitten. Convulsive spasms passed through her 
belly as Daddy drove his gigantic meat spike out of sight ... planting until 
it was buried to the coarse mat of black hair. 

"Holy sweet shittin' Christ!" proclaimed Tom. 

He was coming, I knew. I felt his dick throbbing, the head growing, deep 
inside me. Abruptly I unshafted myself, turned, and before Tom knew what I 
was up to, covered the head of his cock with my mouth. I could taste my own 
shit. 'Boy! Today was some hotsy day!' I thought. 'First Popsy and Debbie, 
the whipped cream and jelly and like that, and now...' 

"Nan! Baby sweetheart," roared Daddy as Tom's hot prick blasted off in my 
face. 

Tom clutched my head in both hands. He drove the head of his cock back to my 
tonsils. "Suck it, honey. Sue ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

I sucked. I sucked for all I was worth. It was the absolute best, most 
delicious hot mouthful ever Buckets and bucketsful. Tom kept watching Mummy 
and Daddy, humping my face, and the cream kept flowing as if it would never 
stop. And Mummy, too, I noted, despite herself - as on the night Daddy had 
forcefully taken her beautiful mouth - was beginning to churn her wide ass 
on the spike up her rectum. 

I squealed and sucked. I watched and listened to the sound of naked flesh 
clapping wetly against naked flesh. And as Tom emptied his nuts inside my 
mouth, as Daddy's cream seeped out and down the back of Mummy's full thighs, 
and as Mummy began to enjoy the meat stoking her butt, my hard little pink 
soldier poked its nose from the soft lips of my cunt, quivered 
provocatively, and orgasm after warm orgasm swept through my body. 

"This kid's some fuckin' blowjob," pronounced Tom as the last gooey drop 
trickled off in my mouth. 

Daddy, who was resting on Mummy's smooth back after emptying his sacs, eyed 
my body, and said, "Yeah!" 

Mummy glanced back at him, a suspicious look in her eye. I could almost see 
the thoughts racing through her head. There was a sadness in Daddy's voice, 
a note of regret. Had he, Daddy, tried Kathie, Mummy seemed to be thinking. 
Was he the one who had initiated her little Katty-girl into the joys of 
cock-sucking? I watched her big tits sway gently beneath the long 
white-blonde hair on her head and the peaches and cream texture of her lush 
body. There was little she could say about me and Tom, I knew. But me and 
Daddy? Never! I could see the word INCEST blinking like neon-red caution in 
her heavy-lidded blue-green and gray eyes. 

"Christ! If she wasn't my daught ... said Daddy, as if in answer to my 
thoughts. Slyly he winked at me. He slid his lengthy dick from Mummy's brown 
round eye. Fingering her wet pussy, he added, "Just my luck, right? All I 
can do is watch." 

"You better believe it ... you! " Mummy retrieved the hot pants, took a lacy 
handkerchief from the pocket and wiped first her cunt, then her sloppy 
asshole. She sat on the sofa. "I ... I couldn't bear to think of you having 
... having SEX with our little girl," she continued, speaking to Daddy but 
never taking her eyes off me. "Why I ... I'd just die! I can't believe this 
is happening, to begin with. It ... it seems like just yesterday she was 
sucking the milk from my breasts, and now she's sucking ... sucking-" 

"Oh, for cripessake!" I wailed, giving Tom's cock one last noisy suck before 
letting it jump from my face. I sat, leaned back on outstretched arms, legs 
wide. I studied Mummy, admiring the heft of her tits ... the whiteness of 
belly and thigh ... the blonde bush that caught sunlight from the front 
window and made it dance and sparkle on thin threads of newly spun gold. She 
was some piece, even I had to admit. But kind of hokey upstairs, I decided, 
not wrapped too tight in the head. "What's the difference if I suck Daddy or 
Tom?" I asked her "Haven't you ever read Browning? A cock is a cock is a 
cock!" Daddy cleared his throat. He glowered at me. His dick, which almost 
never got soft, quickly deflated and hung like a fucked-out boa constrictor. 
"Just talk," he told Mummy. "She ... doesn't mean a word of it." 

"Oh, no?" 

"Kathie!" Mummy chided. 

"Man. Fuck all that jazz," blurted Tom. "Who cares? Who fucking cares? She's 
some hot little fucking cocksucker, anyway!" He fondled my titties. 

Mummy hurumphed. "She's only a baby. It takes a woman, someone with 
experience, someone - well, someone like me! to really and truly satisfy a 
grown man." 

"Horseshit! " said Tom. 

"Horseshit is right," echoed Daddy. "I had to goddamn near strangle her to 
get my joint in her face." 

Mummy reddened. "You're both beasts." 

Daddy and Tom laughed. I joined them. Mummy was jealous, I knew. She was 
such a baby in so many ways. She was beautiful and sexy and stacked, and, as 
even a blind man could tell, was crazy for cock. But, like Daddy - about 
ramming his lovely long shank up my twat, taking my last forlorn cherry, 
incest and like that - was all tied up in knotty inhibitions. It was sad in 
a way. Because everyone was indeed screwing, reaffirming my philosophical 
stand, but not everyone, not Mummy, not Daddy, not even Tom, was enjoying it 
as much as Debbie and me. 

Daddy stood and stretched. He looked from Mummy to me. "How about supper?" 

"Supper?" I suddenly remembered the whipped cream. I looked about, spotted 
the can lying against the short leg of the sofa. Was I up to another quick 
suck, I wondered. Another hot cock sundae? I studied Tom's dangling joint. 
Boy! I thought ... for a guy Mummy said couldn't stay hard, a one-shotter, 
he was sure doing swell by me! Although his prick wasn't as rigid as it had 
been moments before, there was a fat promise about it, and, compared with 
Daddy's surprisingly limp snake, it was a monster. 

Daddy and Tom and Mummy watched me scramble across the floor, retrieve the 
can, and hold it overhead, as if displaying first prize for cocksucking. 
"Who's game?" I shouted. 

"What game?" Daddy scratched his low-slung nuts. 

I grinned mischievously. I uncapped the can. I looked from Daddy, to Tom, to 
Mummy. Placing the spout to my stink-finger, I covered the tip with whipped 
cream, swirled my tongue suggestively around and around the mess, and, as if 
it were a small, thin prick, put the finger to my lips and drove it slowly 
in and out, in and out. 

"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "That's ... that's unladylike!" 

"Oh ... ! Fuck the fuck off!" I told her. "Lookit you, for cripessakes. Your 
mouth's running over with spit just thinking about it." 

On my knees, I moved to where Daddy stood. He jumped back when I took his 
limp cock in hand. "Hold still!" I ordered. 

"Right on!" yelled Tom. 

"My God!" breathed Mummy. "He ... he's your ... your father." 

I ignored her. And while Daddy grunted halfhearted protests, I covered his 
entire lower abdomen-pubic hair, dick, sacs and crotch with the slippery 
cream. His joint began to grow. It thickened and stood away from the thatch 
of black hair. It bobbed. It jerked. It did a dance in midair. I waited 
until it had grown to ominous, proportions, then, still on my knees, taking 
firm hold of the fat, slippery glans, I walked him to the sofa. Mummy had an 
icky look on her face. I giggled. I lifted her soft trembling hand. 

"So suck!" I told her, placing the length of Daddy's three-quarter-hard 
member in the hot palm of her hand. 

"Yeah! " seconded Tom. "Suck that cock. Let's see you do better than 
Kathie." He moved to my side, stood with hands on hips, hard dick sticking 
out from the fly of his pants like the prow of a ship. 

Me and Daddy and Tom stared at Mummy. She blinked. Her gaze dropped to the 
hot meat in her hand. She eyed it uncertainly. Was all that in my tight 
little mouth, she seemed to be thinking. Ten inches ... but looked to be at 
least a foot long! God! Heaven help me! 

"How about it, Nan?" coaxed Daddy. "You haven't blown me since the night I 
made you suck it. Remember how it felt? Going in? All hot and hard and 
anxious to shoot cum in your mouth? Kiss it! You like whipped cream. Just 
give it a little love peck there on the head." He moved closer, knees 
against the cushion. He wedged his leg between Mummy's, made her open. His 
hand dove into her blonde bush. 

"Arumph!" Mummy leaned far forward on the fingers probing the swollen outer 
lips of her cunt. Her head shot down. Her pink tongue flicked out like a 
bugler, and stole a dab of whipped cream from the head of the mighty shaft 
in her hand. She licked her red lips. 

"Man," said Tom. "She never would give me a blowjob." 

"Thought you didn't like cocksuckers, but I sure in hell like having my cock 
sucked. And if you're talking about that fuckin' nympho, Evlyn -shit! I was 
too busy shafting that redheaded pussy to take time out to let her give me a 
blowjob. I left that to you." 

Daddy was no longer listening. Now his dick was completely hard, tip 
breathing, and he appeared to be concentrating on the clean part down the 
center of Mummy's long hair. "Just a little suck," he said gruffly. "You 
don't have to take it all. The head ... maybe an inch or two more. Just 
enough to give it some heat a little soft tongue action. Baby?" 

Mummy hesitated. But her pelvis had begun to rotate on the fingers up her 
twat, and the lust, the incontrollable craving for stiff man-meat, was 
apparent in her eyes. Again the furtive pink bugler tongue appeared. It 
licked the tip clean ... crept down the shaft ... paused at the roots ... 
retreated. Mummy hiccoughed. She stared wide-eyed up at Daddy. 

"It's like the first time we fucked in the car," whispered Daddy. "And 
before. When I reamed out your tight - Christ! So fucking tight asshole! 
It's always like that the first coupla times. Jesus! Remember how frightened 
you were the time we fucked in the armchair while your old man lay on the 
couch watching TV? Talk about scared! Remember what you said when I lifted 
the dress and dug inside your panties? Remember that, Nan? " 

"I ... I said you ... you were going to put ... put your big dick right 
through me," stammered Mummy. "I ... "I thought sure Daddy was going to 
catch us. But you wouldn't stop. You ... you took it out, under the dress, 
and no matter how ... how much I pleaded, begged you to stop, you kept 
p-p-pushing it up my pussy. I ... I didn't think it would work. But you made 
me so hot, so wet d-down there, I c-c-couldn't t-think, didn't care, h-had 
to feel you inside me." She considered the hard thing in her hand. Her 
fingers moved gently, lovingly, from the head, to the tight pubic curls. She 
bent, pressed her moist lips to the pulsing red tip. 

"Ahhh! Um! Suck it, sweetheart. Put it in your mouth." Daddy moved the fat 
head of his swollen cock slowly back and forth across her slightly parted 
lips. "Think about all the times you were scared. Like before ... the first 
time in the coupe ... the armchair. Think about how ... oh Jesus. You're 
making me crazy with that tongue. Put it in, Nan. Think about how good it 
was when you got over being afraid." 

Again Mummy stared up at him, a big-eyed, frightened and beautiful little 
girl. "I ... I d-don't wanna do y-you s-s-standing up," she breathed. 

Manoman!" choked Tom. "Jesus Christmas!" 

Boy! I thought, glancing from Mummy, to Daddy, to Tom, back to Mummy. Daddy 
had some fucking line! All he had to do was get Mummy talking and thinking 
about things they'd done and she'd fuck or suck or hang from the chandelier. 
I watched him flop beside her on the sofa. Her hand closed ferociously 
around the thing in his lap. She squeezed so hard the whipped cream seeped 
through her fingers. I moved against Tom, unbuckled his pants, and let them 
fall to the floor. 

"It wasn't easy to spike you in that armchair ... your old lady banging pots 
in the kitchen ... the old man right there ... banging out laughs over some 
boob on TV while I tried to bang you." Daddy fell back, taking Mummy with 
him. They stretched out on the cushions, Mummy on top. He pushed her down 
until the tip of his cock rested between her jiggly breasts, took one soft 
melon in each hand, pressed them together, and slowly fucked the hot valley 
between her tits. "But once my dick got past the lips," he continued, 
humping, "past that soft blonde pussy hair, you wiggled that sweet ass . . . 
sighing like you do when you're hot ... moving down ... like my prick was a 
corkscrew and your cunt was a bottle of wine." 

"Oh, Daddy. That's simply beautiful." I wanted to cry, to throw myself on 
him, to tear Mummy's eyes out. I closed my own eyes instead, reciting the 
ersatz poetry, closed my legs on Tom's shaft. 

"Let's fuck, Katty. We've done everything else. Now I want a shot of that 
pussy." Tom tried to poke me. 

I stopped him. Now, after having been knocked completely askew by Daddy's 
love words, I was convinced and more determined than ever that no one - not 
Tom, not Mr. George, whom I had considered, not fucking Jesus Christ himself 
if he came down and asked me - no one except Daddy, like it or not, would be 
the one to tramp my trampoline. I felt almost religious about it. 

"Let's just watch," I told Tom. "It's kinky. Like dirty movies ... . only 
better." I closed tight on his joint, sawed back and forth, making him fuck 
the tender flesh at the top of my thighs ... allowing his shaft to glide 
along the lower part of my gash. "Hold my ass," I directed. "Squeeze real 
hard while we watch." 

Tom groaned. His fingers bit into my buttocks. We swayed ... dry fucking ... 
watching ... listening to Daddy's words. 

"... And when I got it all the way in, cock up to your belly button, inside, 
hot, tight, you threw one leg over the arm of the chair, and we pretended to 
laugh at the boob on TV so the old man wouldn't catch on. Remember? Go down, 
Nan. Go all the way down and suck." Daddy abandoned her breasts, gripped her 
shoulders, and pushed until her face met whipped-creamed pubic hair. Mummy, 
too, was by now smeared with whipped cream from the mess enhancing Daddy's 
sex, and Daddy, exactly as me and Tom had done the first time I blew him 
there on the sofa, twisted around, head to crotch, crotch to head, six and 
nine, and began lapping the creamy stuff off her quivery round belly. 

Mummy shivered, sobbed. She licked the cream from the base of Daddy's hard 
rod. She thrusted her pelvis at him. "Eat me, luv. Put your face in my 
pussy. It it's all w-wet with w-w-wanting you." 

"First put the head in your mouth," replied Daddy. 

"No. You ... you first. I ... I'll do it, b-b-but you start sue-sucking my 
c-cunt first." 

"Oh, for crying out loud!" I hollered. 

Daddy glanced guiltily back to me. A determined look came into his eye. 
Turning back to Mummy, he spread the pink lips of her cunt with two fingers 
on each hand and mashed his mouth into the sopping wet gash. He slurped. He 
bucked his hips at Mummy's face. 

"Oh, luv. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!" 

Heart beating like the racing wheels of the New York to L.A. express, I 
watched the head of Daddy's long veiny dick bludgeon its way past Mummy's 
glistening lips and small white teeth. He grunted. He pulled back and drove 
half the length of his hardness into her mouth. I gasped along with Mummy. 
My belly ached. My knees grew watery. I reached down and grasped the stiff 
cock sawing in and out between my legs. 

"Katty", groaned Tom. "Honey baby. Kitten. I gotta have some of your pussy. 
Motherfuck ... ahhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

I kissed him. Clamping my knees together, I squeezed the hot tip of his 
joint between my soft upper thighs and kneaded the fat hairy roots with 
sweaty fingers. His tongue darted into my mouth. I sucked it ... wishing, 
pretending it was Daddy's hard meat I was sucking. I opened and closed the 
lips of my twat on his cock. My juices ran sticky and warm down his shaft. 

Tom tore his lips from mine. "Katty. Sweet fuckin' Katty. You have to give 
me some cunt, baby. Now. NOW!" 

I glanced from Tom's anguished face to Daddy's taut buttocks. I watched the 
muscles tighten as he drove more and more of his sex into Mummy's lovely 
face. Now Mummy held his whipped-creamed nuts in her hand. She raised one 
leg, giving him a wide open path to her hairy blonde triangle. 

"Katty," begged Tom. "Please. PLEASE!" 

I couldn't watch anymore. It was making me crazy. "Let's go in my room," I 
told Tom. "Hurry. I want to suck you off in bed." 

Tom took one step - almost fell because of the pants and shorts at his 
ankles. He cursed and stepped out of the garments. In shirttails, shoes, and 
socks, he followed me through the living room to my bedroom at the far end 
of the dimly lit hall. 

It was almost dark outside and the last rays of the sun filtered amber 
shadows through the blinds and drapes on my windows. The room was soft 
frills and haze. Romantic. The bed was a large rectangular cloud with fluffy 
white pillows. The furniture blended with the pale green walls, and the 
lamps, on the night tables on either side of the headboard, were tall 
phallic symbols with harpoon lampshade heads. 

Tom grabbed me from behind. We swayed together at the foot of the bed. 
"Let's fuck, Katty. No more sucking today. If I don't get some of your 
pussy, I'll go nuts. I dream about it ... think about it all day at the 
store. I can't get that hot little pink gash out of my head." He pressed the 
tip of his dick between my plump buttocks, let it lay flat in the warm 
crack. His hand crept down my small belly. His fingers moved slowly through 
my black bush. 

"Oh, Tom," I whispered, intoxicated. I felt his fingers tracing the lips of 
my cunt. Gently. 

Gently. Ever so gently. 

"Your pussy's so fuckin' soft. Man! Like ... like silk instead of coarse 
cunt hair. Let me fuck you, Katty. Anything you want. Name it. Only you have 
to let me stick my joint up there." 

"I ... I'm still c-e-cherry." 

"Jesus!" Tom's dick shot down, under. The nozzle head probed my twat. He 
moved his hand in slow circles on my small hairy mound. 

"Tom ... ? " 

"Let me bust you, Katty. My dick's so fuckin' hard. Feel it?" He drove the 
head into the wet lips of my cunt. The lips parted. The glans raked hot 
across my clit. "Baby love," breathed Tom in my ear. "You can't say no now. 
You want it. I can tell. I can feel your tight little gash nipping. It wants 
a cock. Man! I never felt a snapper as anxious as yours is right now." 

I moaned. I wanted more than anything to hold a hard cock in my belly. Tom 
was right; we'd done everything else and it was silly of me to refuse him my 
pussy. Fucking Daddy! I could hear the loud sucking noises from the front 
room ... feel the rigid meat sniffing, probing, trying to penetrate my 
vulva. I squatted, bent some and pressed back. Oh God! I thought. Why! Why 
couldn't it be Daddy! 

Abruptly Tom spun me around. His hungry lips covered mine. He inched me 
back. My legs hit the soft mattress and we fell, arms and legs thrashing, 
hands groping, caressing, onto the bed. I lay spread-eagled beneath him. He 
pressed down - dick trapped between my pubic mound and his muscular belly. 
His nuts fell hot and heavy into the space at the top of my gaped open young 
thighs. 

The kiss lasted a long time, until I turned my face away, lungs threatening 
to explode. Then Tom moved his lips to my nipples. "Sweet little titties," 
he pronounced in a hot, rasping voice. "So fucking pink. Sugar lumps." 

"Suck them then. Bite them." 

"Motherfucker cherry. Who'd have thought!" Tom slid farther down on my 
arched body. His cock dragged through my cunt hair until the tip rested at 
the tight slit at the top of my love hole. He drew one taut nipple noisily 
into his mouth ... nibbling ... sucking ... swirling his sandpapery tongue 
around and around and over the rubbery, rigid pink bud. His hand crept down 
my belly to the hair. He kneaded. His dick probed. 

"Fuck me," I moaned, unable to stand another minute, another second without 
swollen man-meat filling the hungry emptiness. Would it happen this time, I 
wondered. Would someone - Tom? Whom Mummy had jilted, because, I now knew, 
he had gotten tired of her blonde pussy and couldn't pop off more than one 
time a day - finally break the stubborn elastic-like barrier and make me a 
complete woman? 

"Katty. You ready, baby? Gotta have some. Man! A maidenhead! A sweet, 
fuckin' black cherry. I'll go easy, honey." 

"Hard!" 

"Huh?" 

"As hard as you can! 

"Jesus." 

"Fuck it into me. Stick your big dick as far up my belly as it'll go. 
Hurry!" 

Panting, Tom slipped down my body until the head of his cock rested at the 
hairy gateway, and the shaft, the long, rock-hard cylinder, was pointing 
like a torpedo-shaped spearhead at my wet twat. He thrust. The tip 
penetrated. I thrashed about wildly on the bed. I raised my knees. I lifted 
my hips and wiggled my cunt onto his spike. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Honey baby love." Tom's hands slipped under my plump 
buttocks. His fingers sought the crack, prying my cheeks open, 
finger-fucking my anus. Again he thrust, pulling me up to meet him, and 
driving half the length of his stiff dick up my pussy. 

"More! Fuck me good!" 

"Katty. If I hurt you..." 

"Nooo! I ... I want you to hurt me. I ... I've been fucked before. B-but the 
c-c-cherry's still there. It ... it won't breeeeeeeeeeeeak!" 

"I'll break it, baby. Hang tight. Tight. Oh Christ Jesus. You're so fucking, 
fucking tight! So close I can't..." 

"Harder!" I demanded. "Fuck it all into me. Hurt me. Hurt meeeee! " 

Frantic, out of my head with wanting his dick in my belly, I raised my knees 
higher; lifted my trembling half moons a foot off the bedspread, and met his 
tentative thrusts with furious gyrations. I felt him pull back, drive. The 
fat head of his cock bored its way into the small, tighter than tight 
opening at the lower end of my inner love channel. 

"More!" I cried. "All of it. ALLLLLLL OFFFFFF ITTTT!" 

"Wait a minute, honey. Hold on." 

I felt his fiery love dart slip out of me. "Oh, Tom ... nooooooooooo!" 

"Shhh. I've got an idea." He reached for one of the soft pillows. "Lift 
high," he directed. 

I lifted. "Put it back in. Hurry. Hurreeeeeeeeeee!" 

Tom knelt between my wide open, quivering thighs. He looked down at my 
pussy, drew breath through clenched teeth. Hastily he folded the pillow and 
packed it beneath my ass. "Katty. What a sweet fuckin' pussy. Lookit it 
breathe." 

"Do it, Tom. Stick it up in me. Quick. PLEEZE!" My pussy was sopping wet. 
Ready. Begging for hot cock. 

Again Tom fell upon me. Again the head of his dick found the lower gateway, 
parted the lips, and bored in. Again he clutched my soft buttocks, lifted me 
high off the pillow, and planted two-thirds of his meat in my gaping pink 
hole. I felt the head grow ... expanding ... contracting ... expanding. It 
slid back, almost popped from my pussy, drove. I gasped. I closed my eyes 
... straining ... listening. I could hear Mummy's muffled cries ... Daddy's 
wet tongue noises. And ... was that Tom's joint I heard? My cunt was so wet, 
so sloppy with juice, that his dick slid in and out, deeper each time, with 
the sound of shoes filled with water. 

"Katty. Honey love. I ... I can feel it. Tight! Manoman! A tight little 
drumhead of tissue." 

I opened my eyes, looked down. Tom was still on his knees between my 
trembling thighs, shafting his rod down into me. My breath caught. I watched 
it slide in, out, in . .. butting the barrier. His nuts slapped my ass. But 
the barrier, the flicking unfeminine trampoline, remained intact. 

"Harder! Break it. Hurt me. Fuck your dick right through it. Tom? To ... 
OHHH! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" 

Tom pounded, ground his coarse pubic hair against my soft fur. He held it 
embedded to the roots, savoring the warmth, the tightness, as I was savoring 
the thickness, the hard length of a pole in my belly. For a moment, he 
humped, crotch to crotch, balls to ass. Then he lifted me higher, guided my 
legs to his waist, and gritting his teeth, grinding, doing his damndest to 
penetrate my stubborn hymen, drove a finger high in my asshole ... as if 
attacking the elastic-like barrier from the rear He strained. He humped 
every inch, every speck, every micrometer of hard pulsing dick into me. 

"More!" I wailed. "It ... it's giving. I ... I ... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" 

"Wait a minute." Again Tom pulled his long wet cock from my sheath. It 
popped out with a splat. "Turn over ... on your belly." 

"Huh?" 

"I can get more in that way. Over." 

I was by now so crazy, so close to orgasm, I really didn't know or care what 
he was talking about. I rolled over. My belly touched the cool pillowcase. I 
shivered with hot chills. "Put it in," I choked. "Anywhere! Only do it. Do 
it! Do it!" 

This time, like a rutting dog in heat, Tom attacked from the rear. With one 
swift lunge, he drove his poker, roots and all, up my twat. "Oh, sweet Jesus 
motherfucker! It ... it's the best the hottest little fuckin' hole in the 
state. Move it, Katty. Gimme a little hip action." 

I complied. My buttocks and pussy propped high on the pillow, open, feeling 
Tom breathe down on my asshole as he watched his cock slip into me, I 
rotated my pelvis, worked my inner cunt muscles, milking his tool. Again his 
bulbous cockhead bludgeoned the barrier. Harder ... each stab sending small 
pain-waves through my vagina. I sobbed. I plowed back. Ignoring the pain, 
thinking only of the bloated electric thing in my pussy, the tingly 
sensations his dick caused, I thought, fuck the barrier! It was so good, so 
hot and cold and smooth and grating all at the same time, I didn't much care 
about anything except reaching - the place where cum mixed with cum and cock 
and cunt formed an unbreakable pact. 

"It ... it just won't give," grunted Tom. "The damn thing's like .. . like a 
fuckin' inner tube. Whoever stretched you did some job. What you need is a 
doctor to slice the whole mess out." 

I stopped moving. I closed my legs some, lay flat on the pillow. It was as 
if his dick had suddenly become a razor. "A d-d-doctor?" 

"Um. UMMM! But not now, Katty. Later we'll talk about surgery. Now ... 
Jesus! My ... my joint is stuck tight in your gash. Open your sweet little 
pussy, for chrissakes." 

I opened. 

Tom breathed relief. "Now fuck. Fuck and forget about it." 

Boy! How could you forget about something like that, I wondered A doctor! A 
knife in my belly almost! I had heard about girls with cherries that had to 
be cut. The thin membrane stretched like an inverted rubber, formed scar 
tissue, and, if a girl wasn't aware it, was unlucky enough to have a stable 
of little-cocked lovers, she could go through an entire lifetime unaware of 
the silly damn thing sitting like a rubber Buddha at the top of her channel. 

"Katty. Chrissakes. I'm almost ready to come." 

"Wait!" This time I slipped free. Darn! I thought, turning onto my back ... 
there I was, with a cock ready to fill me with hot cream, and all I could 
think of was the screwy thing in my hole. Gaping my legs open, lifting my 
hips as an offering, I reached for Tom. 

"Baby love." Tom tossed the pillow aside. Kneeling between my thighs, he 
fingered my pussy. His prick stood straight out ... glistening wet with my 
juices ... grown to incredible size. A small bead of cum appeared at the 
aperture. I touched my fingertip to it. He grabbed my wrist, made me hold 
the hard shaft. He came down on me ... heavy ... weight on my belly. "Put it 
in for me, Katty. Steer the head to your cunt and let it slip in nice and 
slow." 

"Suck my titties first." 

"Katty.. 

"I want it to last. Mouth my nipples like you did before. Don't you like 
them?" With my free hand, I cupped the underside of one breast ... offering 
the hard pink peak. "See how it stands up?" 

Whining like a puppy, Tom covered half my tit with his hot wet mouth. He 
devoured the tensile grape crowning the soft white mound. I stroked his 
thick dark hair. His cock jerked insistently in the palm of my hand. I 
steered the throbbing glans to my scruff, and teasingly moved it along the 
outer rim of my triangle. 

"That's good, baby. So fucking ... ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

Tom bit down hard on my nipple, making me wince with pleasure-pain. 

"Do the other one," I directed. "It's lonely, too. Suck it all better." 

His tongue licked down the underside of one tit, around, up the warm valley 
between the two crests, over and down the upper side of the other mound, to 
my hard left nipple. Gently he mouthed the rubbery little stone. I sighed. I 
steered his cockhead to my gash ... but held it at bay when he tried to 
thrust home. I snaked my leg up the back of his thigh and rubbed the glans 
in the wetness between my woman thighs. 

Suddenly Tom grabbed me. His strong arms closed around me, one squeezing the 
breath from my lungs, the other low on my waist, hand splayed on my bottom. 
"I can't wait, Kitten. You ... you're driving me up the goddamn wall with 
your teasing. Put it in for me. Now!" 

"Tell me how much you want my pussy," I taunted, kneading the fat tip of his 
dick. 

"More than anything." 

"More than Mummy?" 

"More." 

"Show me how much then." 

"For chrissakes. How?" 

"Fuck me." I steered the head of his hot hard cock to the mouth of my pussy. 
"Shove it in. All the way. Make me quiver all over." 

Tom's hips bucked as if someone had set an electric cow-prodder to his 
behind. His shaft tore through the palm of my hand into my cunt. My stomach 
muscles tightened at the abrupt thrust. He ground it into me halfway, then, 
huge hand still splayed on my ass, rolled until we lay side by side. He 
thrust again. My mouth dropped open. An unrecognizable sound came from deep 
in my throat. 

Kissing my lips, my nose, my heavy-lidded eyes, Tom whispered, "Want the 
rest, Kitten?" 

"Yes. Oh, yes." 

"How much?" 

"Bastard!" I brought my balled fists to his chest, pounded. 

Tom laughed. It was a low, sexy kind of grunting sound. Instead of 
thrusting, he applied pressure with the hand on my ass, and I slid like a 
well-greased piston easing onto his rod. Again my mouth dropped open. It was 
the wildest feeling. With my legs almost closed, one resting on his big 
muscular thigh, I could feel every ridge, every vein and bump on his shaft, 
grating against the tender inner walls of my twat. 

"There's more," Tom whispered. 

"PLEEZE!" 

"I'll be coming soon, too" 

"Then fuck me. Kiss me and fuck me." I lifted my leg higher on his thigh. I 
reached down, felt with my fingers. There were inches of lovely hard cock 
outside me. 

Tom again applied pressure to my plump bottom. His dick went in farther. But 
I could still feel the roots, as I measured the hardness protruding from my 
wedge of black hair. My fingers crept lower ... under ... to his fat cubes. 
"All the way," I demanded, squeezing the tender sacs. 

This time Tom's mouth dropped open. His face crinkled up, as if he were 
going to cry. He thrusted and applied pressure with his hand, and my cunt, 
my anxious little pussy, took the last inch of hot meat. He sought my lips. 
We kissed, sighing, open mouth to open mouth, tongues searching. My hole was 
engorged ... wonderfully full of hot cock. 

We moved slowly for a while; prolonging the ultimate thrill. A sweet bottle 
of wine on a corkscrew, I thought ... recalling Daddy's beautiful ersatz 
poetry. Tom's strong hands explored every inch of my body ... pausing to 
knead here, probe there I felt tiny. Helpless now. At his mercy. I suddenly 
realized that what I felt against my pert nipples wasn't hard flesh. I 
worked at the buttons down the front of his shirt, threw it open, maneuvered 
one arm free, and, when he lifted, pulled the other sleeve out from under 
his body. I glanced down, giggled. He still wore shoes and socks. He grinned 
and kicked the shoes off and I reached down and helped him off with the 
socks. 

Tom fingered my asshole and began a wonderfully slow, rhythmic fuck grind. 
We said things. Not much sense. My vagina was sore from so much fucking. The 
tender outer lips of my cunt felt raw But my hard little pink soldier was 
having itself a ball. 

Tom pressed his lips to my ear. "I'm almost ready, Katty." 

"Me too." 

"Should we finish like this, or..." 

"On top. Me on top." 

"Jesus. You make me want to fuck all day and all night. Never stop. I don't 
think I'll ever get enough of your tight little pussy." 

"On top. Please." 

Tom rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My breathing quickened. I 
brought my knees up close to his sides ... as I had done on the sofa with 
Daddy the day he stretched my hymen. My tits swayed over his face. His 
sandpaper tongue flicked out ... darted across one hard nipple. I gasped. I 
lifted my rump to give him room to thrust. 

Tom's cock shot up into me. 

"Oh, yes!" 

Again, the glans pulsing inside, me, near climax. 

"OWWWWWWWW!" 

And again - pubic hair mashing hard into my cunt, dick riding high in my 
round belly. 

"Kitten. I ... ah, baby. Baby! BABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

I was lost. The first blast shot into me. I cried. I yelled. I moved my legs 
down, fell flat ... milking his shaft between tightly closed thighs. His 
cock was a bucking bronco in my vulva - spitting huge gobs of hot cum at my 
dilapidated, much abused, but nonetheless stubborn stupid cherry. 

"Don't stop," I told him. "Never ... never ever stop shafting your lovely 
hard dick into me." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Zip-zip-slice ... me perched bare-assed on the edge of a cold metal gurney 
cart, the doctor's nose and scalpel up my gaped-open bush, and the stubborn, 
loathsome, ridiculous thing was gone. Well! I didn't exactly race around 
like a yearling for the next few days, and my menstrual cycle kept all 
anxious cocks at bay, but now, when I drove a finger up there ... no dumb 
trampoline! 

It was very exciting. Particularly in light of the groovy changes at our 
place. The day after I walked into the living room and made my partial 
confession to Mummy, Tom, bag and baggage, moved into the guest bedroom 
across the hall from mine, and, although I had no conclusive evidence, I was 
certain he and Mummy had resumed screwing. Daddy didn't seem to mind, 
either. He and Mummy did their thing. Tom and Mummy did theirs. Of course, 
now that I was whole, now that my hole was empty, I mean, I, too, was 
anxious to do "my thing." And of course, I now watched Daddy - mouth 
watering as I eyed the long hunk of meat in his pants leg - with renewed 
interest. In a way, I was cherry still. Tom, Mr. Levine, Vic - they didn't 
count. Each had come in my pussy. Each had shafted me there. But no one ... 
except maybe the doctor, who had taken one hell of a long time to complete 
the post-operation ... had yet gotten a sniff of the tight new upper end of 
my channel. 

Again I decided, this time for keeps, that Daddy, no one but, was going to 
do the groundbreaking. He, too, it seemed, since learning of the minor 
surgery, watched me with renewed interest, stared long and hard at my 
crotch, my titties, my ass. But nothing happened until late one afternoon 
when I returned home from a fuckless day at school to find a note from Mummy 
saying Tom had taken her "shopping." 

The master bedroom door was ajar. Daddy was dressing. He stood before the 
dresser, ass bent to me, white boxer shorts halfway up his long hairy legs. 
I could see his cock in the mirror. Even limp, it was awesome - hung so low 
the glans appeared at the leg band once the shorts were in place at his 
waist. He straightened, saw my small dark head at the door in the mirror. 
Abruptly he turned. 

Without a word, I moved into the room, set my books down on the night table, 
and bounced on the edge of the double bed. My pussy tingled. I grinned 
impishly up at him. 

"If your mother comes home and finds you in here..." 

"Oh Daddy! You know darn well what 'shopping' means. That's how it started 
before ... remember? They're probably fucking in the back seat of our Buick 
right now. Besides ... I've seen you watching me. Don't pretend. You're 
curious about..." lying back on the bed, propped on my elbows, I opened my 
legs just enough to tantalize "...about what the doctor did to me down 
there." 

Daddy cleared his throat. He strode briskly across the bedroom, retrieved 
his pants from the closet, came back. "Thought you and Tom were ... ah ... 
going sort of steady," he said, a jealous lilt in his voice. "That day in 
the living room .. . Christ! You weren't interested in anything 'cept that 
wife-fucking bastard's stiff joint." 

"Don't be silly, Daddy," I chided. "You gave me that look ... you knew I 
couldn't let you do me with Mummy right there. And all that hotsy talk! Boy! 
I had to do something or bust. My pussy got wet just listening to you two 
talk about doing all those kinky things. Boy! In an armchair! " 

Daddy's gaze dropped to my hemline. His cock stirred. He grunted, looked 
away, bent ... thrust one muscular leg roughly into his pants. 

"Don't put your pants on," I told him. 

"Why in hell not?" 

"'Cause your dick's getting hard, and my pussy's brand new, and I want you 
to do me." 

Daddy hesitated a moment, then thrust the other leg into the pants. 

"You're my daughter," he said gruffly. "Fucking around, sucking, asshole 
fucking, is one thing, but sticking my joint in your belly is ... is incest! 
Suppose you got knocked up? Suppose you had an idiot kid with two noses and 
three fuckin' eyes or something?" 

I giggled. I reached for my purse. Daddy watched me rummage through the 
contents and come up with the round plastic compact-like case - with 
thirty-one little slots holding as many pinkish pills - that I had bought 
from the doctor who did the knife-work inside me. He blinked. I offered the 
case, day, and date marked over each slot, for his inspection. Holding the 
pants up with one hand, he took it and read: ONE DAILY TO PREVENT UNWANTED 
PREGNANCY. 

Daddy coughed. He tossed the case onto the bed. He buttoned the pants, 
zipped the fly, and said, "I ... I still can't fuck you." 

"Why not now?" I yelped, outraged, wanting to choke him. 

"I ... I don't know why," he shouted, handsome dark face going from olive to 
deep red, and avoided my eyes. "Chrissakes! I tried, Kathie. That day on the 
sofa. Don't you think I wanted to? You're so fuckin' soft and tight down 
there ... so fuckin' good. But as my joint went in ... as your pussy began 
to nip the head of my cock ... just when it was getting really good, I 
thought, Christ! This is Kitty-Kat you're plowing ... your little girl ... 
the kid whose diapers you changed and told bedtime stories to." He stared at 
me mournfully. 

Wow! I thought. Daddy wasn't wrapped too tight upstairs, either! He and 
Mummy sure had some goofy ideas about sex. Momentarily I wondered if the 
entire over-thirty generation was knotty upstairs. I mean ... I could almost 
see the incest thing if Daddy had refused to stick his oversized insatiable 
dick in my mouth, my asshole, but now? It was kooky! There he was, not two 
feet away, eyes glued to my hemline and talking about this guilt thing while 
the hose in his pants grew and grew down the leg. The entire thing - big 
nozzle tip, long veiny shank, nuts and all - throbbed beneath the thin 
material like a transplanted heart. 

'What material!' I thought. 'What a book me and Debbie would someday write!' 

A sudden light blinked inside my head. Now I recalled how easily Daddy had 
turned himself and Mummy on with all that kinky talk the day in the living 
room. I batted my feathery eyelashes up at him. My hand shot out, as if with 
a mind of its own, and closed tight around the long hard thing in his pants. 
"Remember that first night at the lake?" I asked, gently squeezing his hot 
cock. "The sleeping bag? We had only one this time. You said you wanted it 
to be just like the night long ago when you woke up with a piss hard-on 
poking the back of my jeans. Only this time I didn't have any jeans on." I 
opened my thighs, giving him a glimpse of the sweet little black coils 
peeping form both leg bands of my panties. 

"Katty ... let go. Please." Daddy closed his big strong fist around my weak 
tiny wrist, and tried-but not very persuasively-to push my hand away. 

I held fast. "Remember how you poked my cute little asshole again that 
night?" I continued. "I was asleep. I felt the fat head ... this one..." I 
yanked on his hard-on "...digging up my behind, and woke up but pretended to 
be asleep still. It was better that way. It was like when I was a little 
girl ... the first time you dry-poked me there. Only this time I was 
pretending, and you were awake ... as if you were raping me ... forcing me 
to give ... taking what you wanted of me back there." Pants and all, I 
jerked him off slowly. 

Daddy gritted and hissed air through his teeth. He stepped closer to the 
bed. "I ... I didn't want to," he breathed. "Like in the car. I ... I never 
wanted to ... to do t-those things t-to you. Never!" 

"Don't lie, Daddy." I jerked hard on his cock. 

"All right. All right! But I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't made it so 
easy." 

I patted the bedspread beside my bare creamy thigh. He hesitated only a 
moment, then sat beside me. "I told you not to put these things on," I 
cooed, groping for the zipper at his fly. "Did it feel good, Daddy? When you 
poked me in the behind? " 

"God, yes! 

"Tight?" 

"Like a fuckin' keyhole!" 

"And hot! Hotter than anything. You said so." I unzipped the fly, undid the 
button, but left the belt as a challenge to make him undo. My hand slipped 
inside the pants. 

"I ... I actually thought you were sleeping," choked Daddy, leaning far 
forward as my fingers, outside the cotton shorts, traced the length of his 
cock. "I ... I remember thinking, How in the ... ummm! How in the sweet 
fuckin' hell can she sleep like a baby with all this meat up her cute 
behind? You didn't peep. You just lay there and took it ... inch by inch ... 
and not even wet back there. It was like drilling a screw into oak. I ... I 
had to sweat to get it halfway up your closed asshole." 

"It hurt," I whispered. "Like crazy. But I didn't cry out ... even though I 
wanted to." I found the open fly of the shorts, reached inside, and ran one 
finger around the hairy base of his shaft. "Lay back," I told him. "I love 
seeing your dick stand straight up from the pants." 

Obediently, as if forgetting all the objections and thinking only of me, 
Daddy lay back, long legs over the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He 
sighed. He groped, exactly as I had anticipated he would, for the belt 
buckle. The belt came undone. I opened the pants, extracted his big, rigid 
cock, and gasped as the gigantic pink bulb sprang like a gas-filled balloon 
into the air. It swayed. It trembled. It bobbed like the 
"follow-the-bouncing-ball" thing in the movies. 

Daddy's hand fell to my soft inner thigh ... bare inches from my hot pussy. 
He squeezed. 

Darn! I thought ... why'd I have to wear stockings today? I nervously undid 
the garter belt clasp above his hand, rolled the stocking halfway down my 
thigh, and placed his rough hand on my smooth flesh. I inched higher on the 
bed ... bent ... pressed my moist red lips gently to his mouth. I had 
learned, through Tom, the benefit of prolonging the ultimate union. Mummy 
and Tom wouldn't be back for hours, I knew. We had time. 

Lying curled on my side, I stroked Daddy's dick while we kissed. His hard 
fingers grazed my crotch. I shivered. He plucked the short pussy hairs at 
the leg band of my panties, making me tremble in anticipation. His long 
middle finger traced the indentation where the flimsy undergarment lay sunk 
in the wet lips of my cunt. His hand moved over my hip, down. He followed 
the elastic digging into the soft underside of one plump buttock. It was 
almost better than fucking. 

We petted and kissed for what seemed to be hours. Then Daddy again clamped 
his huge hand on my wrist, gripped hard, and barked, "Stop! You'll make me 
come all over you and the bedspread if you don't knock off playing with my 
joint." 

"Then come in my pussy," I suggested hotly. 

Daddy pressed me back and down on the mattress. He held both my wrists 
trapped, upper body across my breasts, dick rubbing the outer side of my 
thigh where the stocking was rolled partially down. "That day in the living 
room," he said softly, nuzzling the valley at the neck of my low-cut dress. 
"I ... I watched you with Tom. Seems you learned a few things since the last 
time you sucked my joint. Like the whipped cream." 

I eyed him suspiciously. "Knock off the cocksucking, huh?" 

"Don't you like Daddy's cock?" 

"Yes but. . . " 

"Don't you like to feel it hot and hard slipping into your mouth? Shooting 
off? Filling your throat with cum?" 

"Oh, Daddy. You know I love it. You know that!" 

"Let's take off your clothes." 

I watched him rise from the bed. The pants fell from his waist to the floor. 
He stepped out of them. His dick pointed skyward. I lay still, watching, 
heart thumping, thighs aquiver. I was so much jelly in his big strong 
callused hands. 

Boy! I thought ... things had sure changed, passive and aggressive roles and 
like that, since I coaxed the cock from his pants minutes before. 

Daddy lifted one nylon-clad leg, kissed my small instep, and rolled the 
loose stocking down to my ankle. He let my high heel drop. The nylon 
followed. Arranging my leg bent on the bed, his hand moved slowly up one 
thigh. Gently he cupped my pussy. 

I chewed my lower lip. "Fuck me, Daddy," I sobbed. "Don't make me suck you 
off this time. Please. I love you. Do my pussy. I ... I want you to be the 
first one." 

"Quiet. Let me enjoy this, Katty. It's like Christmastime when I was a kid. 
Presents. There's a surprise under everything you're wearing. It's new every 
time." 

"Oh, Daddy. That's so beautiful." 

"Shhh!" 

I lay there quiet and still. He loves you! I told myself, tears smarting in 
my eyes. It's just he's got this uncontrollable thing about having his cock 
sucked. 

I felt his strong fingers undoing the little metal clasp holding the second 
nylon. He lifted my leg, worked the stocking down, and, as he had done 
before, let my shoe and the nylon fall to the floor. He let my leg drop ... 
spread my knees wide ... arranging my legs so I lay like a hotsy dumb frog 
beneath his hungry gaze. Again his hand sought my crotch. 

By the time he rolled me over, onto my belly, to get at the snaps up the 
back of my dress, I was thrashing about like an eel out of water. He opened 
the dress. I felt his hot breath on my bare back. He lifted the hem to my 
waist, made me lift, and, holding me down when I tried to roll onto my back 
once more, worked the dress to my armpits. His huge hands covered my ass - 
kneading, pinching, spreading the cheeks and letting them jiggle together as 
I maneuvered the garment off my head and threw it to the floor. I closed my 
eyes, pressed my face to the satin bedspread. I heard the panties cackle 
nylon laughter as they slipped from my hips, down my thighs, off. 

"Jesus!" groaned Daddy. 

The sound of his voice ripped another sob from my lips. I was naked, 
trembling and vulnerable to his touch. I felt his hot breath on my buttocks 
... a wet kiss at the dimple at the base of my spine. His tongue licked 
down. My sphincter muscles tightened. My cunt wept. I wanted more than 
anything to feel his big dick slipping into me, into my vulva, my anus, my 
mouth ... anywhere and everywhere he wanted to put it. 

"Do something, Daddy. Put it in," I said in a small voice. 

"Not yet, baby." 

I heard the rustle of his shorts dropping. Again my legs were spread. A 
weight sank onto the bed between my knees. The weight lowered itself to my 
back. I gasped, thrust my hips up into the hot veiny thing at the tight 
mouth of my new pussy. It retreated, slipped along the lips to the hair ... 
then down and back to the even tighter mouth of my rectum. 

"Dad-deee! Please. Oh, PLEEZE!" 

"Remember the car?" breathed Daddy against the side of my neck, making me 
shiver. "How you sucked me off upside down while I ate your pussy?" the 
memory triggered my reaction. 

"Anything. Only do it quick." 

"We can do it in the living room-in the armchair. It'll be even better than 
it was in the car." 

I twisted and rolled my body beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his bull 
neck and kissed him as hard and as wet and as long as I could. 

We ran naked, hand in hand, to the bright living room. We kissed again, 
thigh to thigh, standing beside the big armchair-the tip of Daddy's lovely 
still dick wedged tight between our bellies. 

"I'll close the drapes." 

"Fuck the drapes!" Daddy sat and pulled me roughly onto his lap. "Let 'em 
see. Who cares? Who cares if the whole fucking neighborhood knows I've got 
the best little cocksucker of a daughter in the whole fucking world!" He bit 
down hard on my tender left nipple and rammed two fingers into the wet lips 
of my cunt. 

"Oh! Oh, Daddy. Daddy! Daddy! " I opened my thighs. His cockhead shot up 
from under me. It beckoned to my watering mouth. I bent. But it wasn't as 
tall as it looked and my spine threatened to snap before I got close enough 
to flick my tongue across the tiny aperture in the bulbous head. 

Daddy drew breath sharply through his teeth. "Stand on the chair," he 
directed. "Put your feet on either side of my thighs, then turn around and 
squat down, and then I'll lift you onto my cock like we did in the car." 

I felt silly, but hot, too, and willing to do anything to get his gorgeous 
hard meat inside me. I jumped from his lap, placed one foot on the chair, 
and went up. I turned and squatted. His cock butted into the crack of my 
ass. 

"Katty. Christ motherfucker! First a little bit like this, baby. Just the 
... ah! AHHH! Just the tiniest bit of good hot joint up your sweet asshole 
before you suck me off." 

"OWWWWWWWWW!" I squatted more ... wiggling my hips down onto the glans 
penetrating my tight rectum. It ground in halfway. "Daddeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Daddy threw my feet out from under me, and let me drop - like an olive on a 
fat toothpick onto the full awesome length of his hard prick. "J-Jesus! It 
... it gets better every fuckin' time," he said. "That day Tom poked you 
like this ... ahhhhhhhhh! I ... I thought I'd go crazy watching. I ... I 
counted every inch of joint slipping into your sweet tight ass. You ... your 
mother's good but ... God! Katty baby. You've got something s-s-special up 
... up ... Oh Christ! All the way up at the top of your hot asshole. Like an 
army of silk ants run ... ah! Running around on the tip of my joint. Jesus!" 
He covered my tits, kneaded. His cock throbbed deep inside my rectum. 

Whimpering, feeling the head of his dick so high in my belly it was as if it 
had become a vital organ beating in my chest, I ground my hips down into his 
lap. 

"No! Sit still, Kitten. You'll make me c-come." 

"I can't!" I cried. "It ... it feels too good to sit still. Fuck me, Daddy. 
Fuc ... ow! OW! Fuck meeeeeeeee!" 

Daddy growled. Abruptly he lifted me off his stiff cock. I heard it pop-like 
an uncorked bottle-out of my ass. 

"Fucking Daddy you!" 

"Shuddup! And help me. Get your feet on the goddamn backrest, and come down 
with your mouth on my joint." 

"Oh! Oh ... !" Using my hands for leverage, as if I were doing an upside 
down push-up, I threw my feet up and onto the backrest. Daddy braced my 
thighs in the palms of his huge hands. Taking the weight off my arms, he 
lifted and guided my legs back ... until my knees rested on the upright, 
feet straight out, toes down, behind the chair. "This is the dumbest dopey 
thing ever," I hollered - then gulped when I felt his damp breath on my 
pussy, my winking wet asshole. 

"Suck it, Katty girl. Shuddup and suck." 

I looked cross-eyed down the full length of his bowed member. The hot glans 
grazed my chin. There was a tiny shit smear at the neck, a slight 
discoloration at the jacket of skin between bloated head and hard shaft. 
Swirling my tongue around the monster, I licked the bitter brown stuff away. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! Go down, Katty. Cover it with your mouth." 

My lips formed a wide wet O and drew the fiery head in past my teeth. I held 
it firm at the circumcision and batted my tongue rapidly against the big 
vein along the underside. 

"UMMMMMMMMMMM! That's it, baby. Now go all the way down to my balls. You're 
the best. The fuckin' best ever." Daddy's face dove into my curly bush. He 
let me down suddenly. 

I gagged. I gurgled. I choked. But the cock in my face refused to relent. As 
my weight came down, the nozzle forced its way in ... in ... in and down my 
throat. My mouth was engorged with hot meat. My chin and pouting lower lip 
lay in wiry black cock hair. My nose sniffed the distinct odor of testicles 
- and male asshole. 

Then the door opened and Mummy and Tom walked in. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Daddy was dopey again, out of his head, moping around the house like a wormy 
puppy. Mummy and Tom had done it again ... had taken the Buick and split 
after catching us in what Mummy called "an unnatural relationship." Days 
went by without word. Daddy grew worse. 

Fucking stupid Mummy! I thought, watching him languish beneath a scraggly 
growth of whiskers and sit every night in the living room, unaware, it 
seemed, of where he was, and that I was there to comfort his needs. 

"Then sit there and dry up and ... ohhhHH!" I bellowed on the night a week 
later when he refused to come to supper and sat, clothes wrinkled, eyes 
fuzzy, on, the sofa. 

Flinging my apron violently onto the table I'd set with candies and our best 
dishes and silverware, I stormed into the living room and yelled, "You're 
making me sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Lookit you. You look like a drunk. A wino. 
A dumbhead." 

Daddy stared mournfully up at me. He opened his mouth as if to speak, 
clamped his dry lips together. 

I wore new white hot pants and stood with hands on hips, feet planted wide 
apart, pussy bulging beneath the skintight material, braless tits showing 
through a sleeveless, semi-transparent top. And nothing! I might have been a 
plaster mannequin for all the attention he paid me. 

"Sick!" I hollered, near tears. "Almost pukey!" I wailed, and ran without 
direction out the front door. 

It was a warm, star-studded night. The moon was full. A plump cloud 
overhead, one of a dozen fluffballs scattered haphazardly throughout the 
blue-black sky, seemed to weep along with me. I ran down the street toward 
the Simon place ... thinking me! not Mummy, with her hotsy white-blonde 
bush, but me! I was the one with good reason to run away. 

I had almost reached Popsy's place when a voice from across the way called, 
"Hey, you. Little girl." 

I stopped. My gaze swept the houses across the street and settled on the 
tall, thin figure of Mr. George. There was a middle-of-the-week barbecue, a 
dozen neighbors present, going in the backyard, but Mr. George, apparently 
bored, apparently having found no partner for his favorite sport, sat alone 
on the front steps. I stepped from the curb. 

When I had reached the George lawn, I said, "You were half right." 

"Whazat?" 

"I'm a girl ... but not so little." 

Mr. George yawned. I moved to the foot of the steps, cocked my head, and 
studied him. He wore red Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, sandals, and 
there was a tumblerful of something icy on the step at his foot. I looked 
into his eyes. He, too, was taking inventory. "Well?" 

"Wanna make half a buck?" 

'Oh, boy!' I thought. 'This was the best ever! First he calls me a little 
girl. then he propositions me! Half a buck yet! Boy!' 

"I'm out of cigarettes," continued Mr. George. "Not a goddamn one in the 
pack, and if I go back to the party, the bastards'll make me stay. Wanna run 
your cute butt to the store?" He displayed the empty pack, grinned, produced 
a crisp dollar bill, and added, "Keep the change." 

Giggles tinkled from my throat. I covered my mouth. I had already written 
the innocent offer into the mental notes for the book me and Debbie would 
write, and now, feeling foolish, had to retype inside my head. I hastily 
cast thoughts of Daddy aside. Smiling sweetly, recalling Lois and the 
others, I concentrated on Mr. George. 

"I say something cute?" 

"I thought-well, when you asked if I wanted to make a half a buck, I just 
naturally supposed you were after some..." I left the implication dangling, 
hoping he'd take it from there. 

Mr. George's eyes narrowed. Now he studied me as if he were seeing me for 
the first time. His gaze dropped from my face, to my pert titties, to my hot 
crotch. There he lingered. My belly grew tight. In the white hot pants, with 
the bright streetlight behind me, I knew he could almost count the hairs on 
my pussy. 

Finally, after giving his lidded eyes a leisurely look at me, Mr. George 
said, "You thought I was offering half a buck for what you got between your 
legs!" 

I nodded. It was obvious he wasn't expecting a reply. I watched him lift the 
icy tumbler, drink deep. He set the glass down and stood ... bringing his 
cock on a level with my eyes. It was some hose. It hung halfway down the 
left pants leg of the Bermudas. 

"That's dirt cheap," said Mr. George. He stepped down to the walk where I 
stood. He placed his huge hands on my shoulders. "I never offer less than a 
fin. They usually up it to a sawbuck. But for you I'd expect to pay ... 
let's see-" he spun me around, studied my plump backside for a moment, spun 
me again and leered down at my breasts - "at least twenty-five! Plus a tip!" 

"What kind of a tip?" 

"What kind of a tip did you expect?" 

"A big one. Circumcised." 

"That's the only kind I got." His hand dropped from my shoulder to my right 
boob. 

Swiftly my gaze swept the block. A neighbor was rocking on the porch two 
houses away. Several kids were playing on the front lawn down the street. I 
craned my neck up at Mr. George. Head spinning, recalling what he'd told 
Lois the night me and Debbie watched them fuck in the Michaels' car port, 
and relenting in my resolve to have Daddy be the first to sample my new 
pussy, I said, "Don't you think maybe we should go somewhere? I can't suck 
you off with everyone watching." 

"Fuck that sucking-off jazz!" 

"What then?" I breathed hotly. 

"Pure and straight pussy, little hairy holes ... like the one between your 
thighs." He, too, looked swiftly about. "Let's go inside. The wife's so busy 
with those fruitcakes out back she'll never miss me." 

Still a bit uncertain, unable to cast thoughts of Daddy completely out of my 
mind no matter how hard I tried, but nonetheless anxious to hold a cock-a 
willing tool, a big one, a long stiff one-in my forebelly, I followed Mr. 
George into the house. "We better go in my den," he said, taking hold of my 
hand and leading me through two rooms to a dark study with book-lined walls, 
a black leather divan, a desk, and a window over looking the backyard 
festivities. He closed the door, locked it, leaned back, and stared at me. 

I walked slowly about the den, pausing to run my finger along a book binding 
here, to examine the pens, the blotter, the desktop there. I stopped at the 
window. Through the blinds I could see redheaded Mrs. George. She was 
passing out burgers from the grate atop the charcoal pit. A couple, leaning 
against a tree at the far end of the appeared to be dry humping. A man bent 
to look up the back of a woman's mini as she arranged things on the plank 
picnic table. I glanced back over my shoulder. Mr. George crossed the room. 
He stopped close behind me. I felt his hand on my ass. 

"Are you going to fuck me standing up?" 

"Standing up?" 

"Uh-huh. Like you did Lois Michaels. And the others ... I don't know their 
names. I saw you do four that way." 

"Spying on me, huh?" He traced the seam where the hot pants were sunk deep 
in the hot crack of my ass. He hefted the underside of one melon. His 
stiffening cock dug in. 

"Is it better that way? Standing up?" I asked softly. 

He kissed the back of my neck, my ear. His hand slipped around to my belly. 
"It is when they're small," he whispered, fingers creeping down toward my 
sex. "Like you. You're just the right size for it. I'll be able to lift you 
by the cheeks of the ass . . . and set your sweet cunt on my spike. Want it 
that way?" 

"Um! " I pressed back into the rod probing the hot pants. I reached for his 
free hand and guided -it to my left tittie. 

"You don't waste time, little girl." 

"Kathie." 

"I like 'little girl' better. It's sexier." His fingers undid the buttons up 
the front of the blouse, crept inside. He toyed with my nipples. His other 
hand cupped my crotch ... rubbed my pussy. The hardening thing in his pants 
moved up and down the crack of my ass. 

We stood at the window for a few minutes, watching the couples pair off in 
the yard, Mr. George leisurely exploring my body. It was sort of peaceful. 
But I felt the big dick growing against my behind, knew it would soon be 
inside me, in my most secret place, and felt a momentary pang of regret. I 
had waited so long for Daddy and it now seemed he was beyond reach. I didn't 
think he'd ever touch me again. It was the guilt thing, I knew. Now, when he 
looked at me, he remembered the look on Mummy's face the day she and Tom 
walked in on us, and blamed me for the split. 

I felt Mr. George's thick fingers fumbling with the zipper at my hip. He 
hesitated, groping for the brass tong. The zipper opened with a faint hiss. 
He undid the two buttons. The hot pants slipped from my waist down my 
thighs, slithered down my calves to my ankles. 

"Put your hand back here, little girl." 

"Why?" 

"Reach back and see." 

I reached behind, gasped. He had taken his hard dick out. My cool fingers 
traced the length. I leaned back, head on his chest, breath stuck in my 
throat. Could it be, I wondered. Had I actually found one thicker, longer, 
more wonderful than Daddy's? 

Mr. George slipped his hand into the waistband of my panties. His fingertips 
met the soft curls atop my sex. I closed my eyes. My hand closed tight 
around his hot cock. 

"Is it big enough for you, little girl?" 

I squeezed in reply, pressed back - driving the head and the panties deep 
into the valley between my trembling buttocks. It was a magnificent thing. I 
wanted it in me ... three places, filling all holes at once. I sobbed as the 
ringers low on my belly moved through the black wedge of my pussy, found the 
tight slit, and spread the tender lips of my cunt. 

Now Mr. George gasped. "It's like an oven down there," he said against my 
ear. "You've got one hot little pussy, little girl. Hot and..." he drove a 
thick finger between the puffed outer lips "...tight! Sweet dickheads! If 
there's one around here tighter than yours, I haven't found it yet." He 
drove his finger in and out of my vulva, in a slow but insistent fuck 
motion. 

Finally, after getting me good and wet and ready down there, so hot I 
thought the top of my head would fry my hair as crisp as Chinese noodles, 
Mr. George took his finger from my cunt and steered me, by the shoulders, 
across the den to the low, black leather divan. He sat on the edge and made 
me stand motionless between his widespread knees. Slowly he took off my 
panties, kissing my bush, my inner thighs, as they went down. He rubbed his 
face in my wedge, licked the soft lips of my cunt, making me shiver. He 
darted his tongue against my little pink soldier. He covered my hole with 
his mouth and breathed warm wet air into me. He fingered, he smelled me. He 
turned me around, spread my buttocks, tongued my anus, turned me back. He 
licked my pussy in earnest. 

I was all goosebumpy and couldn't stand any more. Frantically I reached for 
the meat cylinder in his lap. "Stick it up in me," I told him. "The way you 
did Lois Michaels, the others. Do me now." I yanked on his cock, made him 
stand, and groped for the buckle and button holding his trousers. 

When I had gotten his pants and shorts off, both of us naked, I reached to 
wrap my small arms around his broad shoulders. I stood on tiptoe and still 
the top of my head barely grazed his chin. I closed my thighs on his hot 
cock. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Standing up! Lift my cheeks, like you said, 
and ... and. .." 

I felt his huge hands grip the tender halves of my ass. "It . .. it'll hurt 
some at first," he warned in a deep, rumbling voice. "Always does. I had one 
chick, not much taller than you, almost as tight, who screamed and cried 
like a baby and made me stop before it was halfway home. This prick of mine 
... it's a freak! Almost a foot long! And once I get going, once I'm in, 
once I feel a wet cunt snapping on the damn thing ... well, I lose all 
control." 

"Me too. I go crazy once it's in. Stick it in." 

The hands on my buttocks moved lower, cupped. I panted. I raised one knee in 
anticipation. I hoisted myself by the arms on his shoulders. His cockhead 
grazed my open hole. I yelped as if scalded. I worked the lips of my cunt as 
he lifted and the enormous glans buried itself in my triangle. 

"Now move your legs to my waist," said Mr. George. 

I did. I locked my ankles high on his waist as Lois Michaels had done. I 
felt weightless. His powerful hands held me suspended, as if I were a rag 
doll. But his cock hadn't moved. I glanced down and could see it like a 
round steel beam separating our bodies. "Stick it up me!" I wailed. 

"Okay, little girl. But I warned you." Mr. George thrust. 

My mouth dropped open. I blubbered. Spittle ran down my chin. I was being 
shafted by the flagpole on the library across from Mr. Levine's class at 
school. He was right. It was too big! I was certain the terrible thing 
wouldn't fit and would rip from asshole to twat before it penetrated another 
inch. 

"S-S-Stop! It's ... I... OWWWWWWWWW! S-STOOOOPP, 

It was no use. Mr. George was beyond hearing my entreaties. Gripping the 
tender halves of my backside in hot steel claws, he walked us to the wall 
and pressed me back as he had pressed Lois Michaels against the side of the 
house. He grunted. He strained while I yelled. He thrust again and again I 
while I pleaded with him to stop. And someone out in the yard, as if it were 
prearranged, turned a radio up loud, drowning my cries with Blood, Sweat and 
Tears. 

"So fucking tight!" Mr. George leaned his sweaty head on my small shoulder. 
He humped, using the wall to push me onto the meat stake. One finger dug 
hard up my ass. 

"Please! No ... no mooooooooore!" 

It did me absolutely no good. His stiff cock ripped into me, half an inch at 
a time, retreating, plowing, retreating and plowing again. Now his dickhead 
was lodged at the tight inner gate, butting the vulnerable mouth of my new 
upper channel. Burning. Driving upward into my belly without mercy. Planting 
more and more cock while I wailed and tried to escape. 

I dropped my legs from his waist and yelled, "NOOOOOO!" Then I put my legs 
back because it was even worse with them down. What had I done? My poor 
twat. MY POOR TWAAAAAAAAT!" 

Then suddenly something happened inside me ... something gave. Again my 
mouth dropped open. Wide-eyed, I looked down. The space between our lower 
bodies was gone. There was nothing except my sweet little black wedge and a 
tangled mass of kinky cock hair where his joint used to be. 

I gasped, incredulous. The entire monster was in me. A foot? Hadn't he said 
it was almost a foot long? God! I could feel it pulse. The head, like a 
Spalding pink ball, was imbedded at the uppermost part of my vagina ... 
inches beyond - Six? Eight? - where the stretched trampoline used to be. It 
was impossible, but true. My adorable little twat, so outraged, so terrified 
a moment before, now was wonderfully, happily engorged. 

"Dickheads, that's good," proclaimed Mr. George. He bit into the side of my 
neck, pushed me back hard against the den wall, and ground cock hair into my 
gaping vulva. 

"Do it!" I cried. "Hard! Real hard!" My hips moved convulsively. I raised my 
legs higher on his thick waist. I wanted him to thrust. Now that the awesome 
thing was buried deep in my pussy, fat balls resting on my down-tilted ass, 
I felt silly about having blubbered a moment before. I contracted my soft 
inner cunt muscles to tell him so. 

"Tight'. So fucking t-i-g-h-t!" With his stinkfinger, Mr. George reamed my 
asshole. He backed off half a foot, plowed. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Little girl .. . so 
fuckin' ... ohhh! Sweet! Hot snug little girl pussy." 

"Fuck it! Harder!" I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and rested my 
spinning head on his warm shoulder. I felt his magnificent dick slide out 
until only the head was wedged between my wet cunt lips ... hesitate ... 
then ride swiftly back into my upper belly. 

"Oowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" 

"You ain't felt nothin' yet. Now we fuck!" 

His hot lips sought mine. I opened my mouth to his tongue. The claws on my 
ass lifted until my pussy lay pressed to his belly button and two-thirds of 
his prick was poised below the glans in my love hole. He let me drop-ramming 
up as I slid down the pole. 

I gurgled into his mouth. Gasping, Technicolor pinwheels spinning inside my 
head, ears ringing, I dug my finger nails deep into the flesh of his back. I 
sobbed and moaned and twisted and squirmed as his rigid meat blazed even 
higher than before. 

Mr. George broke the kiss. "Sweet Jesus dickheads. I ... I'm coming 
already." 

"Oh, yes." 

"It.. . it's too tight. I ... I can't hold off." 

"Don't hold off. Please. Shoot up me." I worked the lips of my cunt, my 
bloated vagina, my belly, on the joint stoking faster and faster ... in, 
out, in. 

"Little gir..." 

"OhhhWWWWWWWWW!" 

"Lit-tle girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl!" 

It was spectacular. His cock blasted off with the force of a cannon shooting 
a hot miniball into my gash. He backed off and rammed the roots up my pussy, 
blasting again. Crushing me back against the wall, he ground the terrible 
thing higher and spurted semen until it dripped out and down from my twat to 
form a puddle of gooey love at his feet on the floor. 

"Best fuck ever," gasped Mr. George. 

"Don't stop," I pleaded, caught in the throes of endless orgasm. I kissed 
him again. I worked my feathery cunt muscles. I unwound one arm from his 
neck, reached down, and rubbed the wiry cock hair mashed to my round belly. 

We fucked slowly for a while. Then, gripping the halves of my ass as if he 
were palming two basketballs, Mr. George duck-walked us back to the divan. 
His dick had begun to lose some of its fullness, and, as he sat, me in his 
lap, still wrapped like a monkey around him, the long snake slipped from my 
wet twat and lay over my thigh. 

"Oh, no! It ... it's going limp!" I wrapped my small hand around it, and 
jerked. I guided the tip to my pussy, rubbed it around in the hair, in my 
slit, on my soldier. I hefted and kneaded his cubes - all to no avail. His 
magnificent dick became a forlorn, rubbery blackjack, and lay, him grinning, 
still squeezing my backside, draped over my thigh. 

"Boy! Lookit the dumb thing!" I pouted cutely. 

"Give it a minute. It'll grow." Mr. George unwound my legs from his waist, 
set my ass on the cold leather, and lay back. His body glistened with sweat. 
Salty rivulets streamed through his chest hair to his belly, his cock. He 
propped his head on one hand, watched me toy with his meat. "Want 
something?" 

"Wish I had a cigarette. Nothing like something to draw on after a fuck." 

I giggled. I stretched his limp cock. "You can draw on me," I cooed, cupping 
and offering one breast. "A filter tip. Want some?" 

"You always this hot?" 

"You always this short-winded?" I countered. 

He grunted, reached for my tit, and rolled the hard little pink peak between 
thumb and forefinger. "C'mon up here, little girl. Lemme suck on that grape 
for a while. My dick's temperamental. Give it some inspiration and it'll 
stand up and bark for you." 

I fell with my tit in his face. While he sucked, I jerked. We petted. We 
kissed He fingered my asshole. I fingered his. His cock grew ... but not 
fast enough to suit me. "Darn!" I blurted after several minutes of fucking 
around. "Can't you make it come up any faster than that? " 

"That's what little girls're for." 

I glanced down his body. Now his dick was half hard, trying to stand but 
bent in the middle like a fire hose with low water pressure My lips felt 
dry. My throat filled with saliva. I had a sudden, tongue-tingling urge, 
almost a mania, to suck the pink Spalding head into my mouth. 

Mr. George must have recognized the hotsy look in my eye. He grunted. Taking 
his joint from my hand, he shook it, and said, "Okay. Go down and suck if 
you want to. But don't fucking bite! The last blowjob I had the little 
cocksucker across the street-" 

"D-Debbie Simon? " I squeaked. 

"That's the one. The one with the button tits, sweet ass ... maybe three 
hairs on her pussy. Sharp teeth. Sucked me off twice. Goddamn near severed 
my prick the last time." 

Wow! I thought. Fucking Debbie Simon sure got around! I was beginning to 
wonder about her. First she'd screwed Daddy without telling me, and now... 

"She came over one day about a year ago," said Mr. George. "Blue jeans stuck 
up her ass ... halter. Didn't think much of it at first. Too young! I 
thought. A cute nosy kid ... nothing to do ... maybe flirting a little or 
just trying to be neighborly. What a joke that was! Dickheads is what she 
had inside that cure head! But I never suspected ... never thought. I said 
hello and let her hand me the tools while I changed the plugs in the car. I 
hardly saw her ... never even looked at her that way 'til I came out from 
under the hood and there she was - tiny feet off the ground, bent over the 
fender, tight crack and cheeks tooted up and grinning at me." He closed his 
eyes, pushed my head down his hard sweaty body. 

Wrapping both small hands around the hairy base of his cock, I hastily 
mouthed the half-hard head. He jumped. I let my lips slip off ... tonguing 
the tiny aperture. The entire thing was coated with cum and juice from my 
love hole. I washed it in sections, beginning at the tip, working down one 
veiny side, across the roots, and up the other side, to the head. Close up, 
even half hard, it was more ferocious than Daddy's cock with a stiff 
hard-on. 

"I kept telling myself she's too young, too small," Mr. George went on. "But 
she just lay there on the damn fender ... tiny legs parted ... flexing that 
ass up at me. 'What's this for?' she asked, pointing to the damn carburetor. 
I came up behind her, leaned with her under the hood, and actually tried to 
explain while she giggled and shifted her butt right up to my cock. 'What's 
this for? What's that?' she kept asking, me getting stiff. Dickhead! By the 
time she'd asked about everything under the hood, her legs were wide apart 
... wide fucking open! Hot fucking crotch and sweet crack pressing hard on 
my dick! Fucking smiling! By then we both knew what the cute little 
cocksucker was after!" Wrapping one huge hand around the head of his cock, 
he began to whack himself off - each downward stroke stopping short of my 
hands. 

"Did you fuck her?" I breathed wetly on his nuts. 

"That ... that's good what you're doing. Keep it up. My cock's getting hard 
again." 

I tried to draw his hairy balls into my mouth. They were too big. Mouth 
wide, I held my wet lips against them and batted my tongue on the sensitive, 
pink and wrinkled and sweaty underside. 

"Dickheads! "Mr. George raised his knees and planted his feet wide apart on 
the divan. "Sweet cocksucking little girl!" he blurted, whacking off still. 
"That's great! Top shelf! Keep it up! Wash my stinking fucking asshole out, 
too!" 

"But did you fuck Debbie?" I persisted, darting my little pink tongue at his 
anus and moving my hands along with his up and down, up and down, up and 
down the length of his cock. Now there remained only a hint of slack in the 
loose outer skin and the shaft was beginning to throb, and I knew - could 
see it, feel it - the incredible thing would soon be standing full tilt, and 
ready to stroke itself to another hot blast. 

"Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! That's what I wanted to do! " groaned Mr. 
George. "That little ass ... hairless pussy. I never screwed a hairless 
pussy before. But when I got her to the garage ... got my hand in 'er jeans 
and one finger high in 'er twat ... dickheads! She begged me. She pleaded. 
'Let me suck it,' she said. 'I'll do a good job. You won't be sorry.' I said 
okay so she'd let me undress 'er. I kissed that pink hairless pussy ... 
tight little white ass. She took out my prick. She jerked it awhile, then 
let it ride - the shaft parting 'er pussy - between those slim thighs. She 
even let me put the tip in her cunt. But when I grabbed that plump ass, baby 
ass, she fucking stopped me. 'You promised,' she hollered. 'You promised! 
You promised!' So I let 'er go down on me . . on 'er knees ... in the filthy 
garage. She gobbled it right down ... my dick . .. all of it ... the whole 
fucking thing stuck in 'er babydoll face. Mother!" He withdrew the hand on 
his cock, gripped my hair. "All the motherfucking way in 'er head!" he 
yelled, steering my mouth to the glans and humping the lengthy monster into 
my face. 

Holding his nuts in the hot palm of my hand, I drew the tip deep ... to the 
dangling bell of my tonsils. Momentarily my throat muscles contracted. I 
gagged. I felt as if I were going to puke. But I held tight to his cubes, 
closed my eyes, and moved my head to and fro - stretching my mouth, getting 
used to it. 

"That's a good little girl," sighed Mr. George. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dickheads, 
that's a sweet little blowjob." 

Now the shaft was good and wet with my saliva. It slid smoothly in and out. 
I withdrew to the glans and paused to sample the flavor. Every cock, it 
seemed, had its own distinct taste. I shot my face down the pole, sniffed. 
The smell was the same; sweat, asshole, and tale. I rubbed my nose in his 
cock hair and worked my reluctant throat muscles on the fat pulsing glans. 

"Oh, yeah. She was a good little blowjob at first," said Mr. George, again 
speaking of Debbie. "Like you. Like ... oh, yeah. Yeah I She sucked it all 
the way in. She drew on the head. Mother! Mother, that's good now Suck it. 
Suck! " 

I sucked. I scrambled between his spread legs and lay flat on my belly and 
pulled the magnificent thing into the mouth of my gullet. With my 
stink-finger, I shafted his asshole while he shafted my face. I kneaded his 
balls. I beat my small tongue on the ridged underside of his cock. And I 
made loud sucking noises as he gripped my head in both hands, lifted his 
hips, and fucked my mouth as if it were a tight pussy. 

Between groans and panting, Mr. George continued to talk about Debbie. How 
she'd sucked him off swell the first time, then, when she came back for 
more, how she'd bitten the head of his dick while he was coming. She'd left 
teethmarks, he said. "Crazy little cocksucker clamped down and wouldn't let 
go. Put me out ... ahhh! Put me out of commission a week. Couldn't fuck ... 
couldn't ... dickheads! AW AHHHHHHHHH!I ... I ... I'm cominiiiiiiiing 
again." 

Boy! I thought as the sap shot off in my mouth. Was he ever coming! Wow! 

"Suck, little girl. Motherfucking dickheads in heaven ... suck the last 
drop!" Geysers of creamy semen blasted off in my face. I gulped it down ... 
pulling for more. It was the most marvelous cum ... a bit more salty than 
Daddy's, a bit less so than Tom's, and by far more delicious, more creamy, 
more appealing than Popsy's. I sucked and sucked. I squeezed the roots, his 
cubes. I gurgled and blew on the head from deep in my throat. 

Mr. George became so excited, so fucking hot, thrashed about so wildly on 
the black leather divan that his rod popped from my face and the last of his 
orgasm spurted off my chin. 

"Darn!" I squawked. Recapturing the elusive poker, I again stuck the tip in 
my mouth and drew deeply on the aperture Another drop seeped out. I rolled 
it around on my tongue. The cum on my chin, like thick egg white, hung there 
for a moment, then dripped down and onto his nuts lying on the black leather 
I hastily retrieved it with a finger, abandoned his cock, and licked the 
last of his love proclamation up with my tongue. 

"That ... that wasn't half bad," conceded Mr. George. 

"Well, thanks!" I yanked on his joint. 

"Fresh little cocksucker, ain't you? Come up here." 

I allowed him to pull me up his hard, hairy body. Taking firm hold of the 
halves of my ass, he kissed my wet lips. This time his dick hadn't gone 
down. It stood between my spread thighs, swaying some, gently butting my 
twat. 

We kissed and sucked each other's tongue. We petted - enjoying the aftermath 
of orgasm. I closed my legs tight on his meat, rolling the fiery shaft 
between the flesh of my soft inner thighs. I was still hot ... unsatisfied 
and ready to go again. There was another hole to be tested ... a tight 
velvet brown one. And I was determined to have Mr. George ream it out with 
the formidable thing that had warmed my round little belly first from below, 
then above. 

Tearing my lips away, I whispered, "Fuck my ass." 

Mr. George groaned. His long dick grew extra rigid between my closed thighs. 
"You're some fucking little girl," he said, spreading the cheeks of my ass 
with rough fingers. "First the best fuck in years, then a blowjob ... how'd 
you know I like asshole?" 

"Do you?" I pulled my knees up to his waist. 

"Better believe it!" 

"Fuck it out then," I told him. 

"Christ!" 

"Fuck it! Put your hard cock up there" Reaching back, I placed the fat glans 
to the target. 

"Ahhh! " Mr. George's hips bucked. 

"Hurry! Hurt me like you did before when we fucked. Do it hard as you can." 

"Hard?" 

"Yes! Fuck it into me!" 

Taking firm hold of my hips, Mr. George lunged. 

"OW! H-harder!" 

Again he lunged driving the head up to the collar into my rectum. There he 
paused for a moment, drinking deep draughts of breath. Shimmying his hips, 
he moved back until he was half sitting at the upright curve at the head of 
the long divan. "Hold tight, little girl," he breathed hoarsely, and shafted 
the monster halfway up my downturned ass. 

I cried out. Again, as when he fucked me against the den wall, I was certain 
I was being torn apart down there I wiggled. I strained. But the steely 
thing would go no farther, it seemed 

"Dickheads! Your cunt was a tunnel compared to this hot little slit. It ... 
it won't go!" 

I sobbed and tried to draw the torpedo-shaped he from within. Another 
fraction plowed home. I felt it throbbing, growing even larger inside me. 
Frantically I worked my sphincter muscles. I slid up and tried with all my 
might to grind my snug asshole down the length of his shaft. "Do something," 
I wailed. 

"Wait a minute." With my asshole halfway impaled, Mr. George threw his long 
legs over the side of the divan. Holding me in his lap, he turned and set me 
down on my back on the cool leather. "Keep your knees up," he told me. "Far 
as you can ... and open as if you were sitting down taking a shit." 

Unable to think of anything except getting his hot cock up my shitter, I did 
like he said. It began to grind in ... roughly ... tearing my tender 
insides, it seemed. I lay helpless, unable to move in the awkward, 
bent-double position, a gasp stuck in my tortured lungs. 

"That's it, sweetheart. It . . it's going." 

"Ow! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" 

"Just ... another ... few inches. Almost ... got the whole ... thing in. 
Open up, hot little girl. Make ... that sweet asshole work. Pull! Pull it in 
while I hump." 

Despite the awkward position, the pain in my back from being bent like a 
pretzel, I wiggled and drew the last rigid inches of awesome man-meat high 
inside my rectum. "Oh, yes," I moaned softly, ecstatic, feeling only the 
tightness, the loveliness now. I let my knees drop and planted my feet wide 
apart on either side of his thighs. "Now it's wonderful. Now fuck me real 
slow ... 'til you're ready to come ... then do me hard like before." 

Mr. George pulled back and gently drove the full length of his dick up my 
ass. Again. And again. Resting his weight on my belly, he reached down 
between our sweaty, tense bodies and cupped my bush. His fingers found the 
wet slit. He opened the lips. He probed. 

"I love that," I told him. 

"That's because you're some hot little piece, little girl. Hotter than hell, 
you are." 

"Finger-fuck me. Play with my clit." 

His fingers dove high in my love hole, making me gasp. Taking my soldier 
between thumb and forefinger, he jerked me off while slowly plowing my 
rectum. His mouth came down on my breasts ... tonguing the peaks. He nibbled 
the nipples, sucked. His free hand cupped one cheek of my ass ... squeezed 
the tender white flesh while his prick - now harder, fatter, it seemed, than 
Daddy's, Tom's, and Popsy's, Mr. Levine's and Vic's all rolled together - 
dipped in and out of my asshole with smooth, even strokes. His cock made a 
faint squishing noise each time he thrust. And my asshole, my hot little 
brown pocket, quivered and tightened, opened and closed and sucked - almost 
as if there was another Kitty-Kat-Kathie in there ... the old one, the 
novice who'd sucked Daddy's joint at the lake - coaxing another orgasm, 
another delicious load of wiggly cum-worms, up from the sacs slapping my 
wriggling behind. 

We fucked real slow ... making it last a long time. I thought about Daddy - 
about all the things we'd done, wondering, for the very first time, if 
perhaps he was right in not wanting to perform the ultimate, the cock to 
pussy sexual act with me. Was it wrong for him to screw me ... even though 
we both wanted it to happen? And Mummy! Was it okay for her to fuck Tom, and 
yet be indignant, outraged, because me and Daddy were doing the same thing? 

No! Not even the same thing! I thought angrily. Even now, when it was out in 
the open, when Mummy knew and had run off for the second time, Daddy simply 
refused to stick his cock in my pussy. I couldn't understand the older 
generation. Like I couldn't understand Daddy sitting forlorn and alone on 
the sofa at home, while Mr. George did me, fucked every hole in my body, on 
the black leather divan, while Mummy and Tom were off somewhere, probably 
fucking, while Debbie, I had no doubt, was sucking off Popsy, and right 
there, in the noisy backyard, half the men in the neighborhood were sucking 
around after someone else's wife's ass. 

Everybody was doin' it! Doin' it! Doin' it! I thought. And poor Daddy ... 
all alone with his guilt and his hard-on ... when at that very moment he 
might have been fucking me. 

"Jesus dickheads! That's a little girl asshole to beat all fuckin' 
assholes!" Mr. George began driving his cock in rapid half strokes up my 
rectum. His eyes were sexually glazed. He sort of winced each time the roots 
and his nuts smacked my buttocks. 

Again I forgot about Daddy. I slid farther down on the divan and wrapped my 
firm little legs around the back of his thighs. "Now do it hard," I said, 
lifting my hips. "Long strokes. All the way out and in. Don't hold back. Do 
whatever you want to me." 

Mr. George complied. He began fucking my rectum the way he'd fucked out my 
twat. His hot cock bored all the way into me. He gripped the halves of my 
ass in the same steel claws that had gripped and held and frightened me when 
he first drove the formidable thing into my pussy. 

"More!" I demanded. 

"Little girl..." 

"Call me ... oh! OHHH!" I was coming. I wrapped my small arms around his 
broad shoulders and wiggled my tight little shitter for all I was worth. 
"Call me Katty," I told him. "That's what Da ... OWWWWW That's what I like 
to be called when someone's coming in me." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was morning. Sunlight glared through my bedroom window, reflecting pearls 
of colored light off the dresser mirror opposite the foot of the bed. I 
yawned, stretched, and winced. My pussy and asshole, even my mouth, ached. I 
licked my lips and tasted the sour residue of Mr. George's cum. 

"Eck! " I grimaced. I'd been fucking and sucking far too much lately, I 
decided. 

Naked, the damp sheet molding my body, I lay quiet and listened. The shower 
was running. Daddy, I knew, was getting ready for work. The night before, 
when I returned home from Mr. George's place, he'd been sitting on the sofa, 
exactly where I left him, and hardly noticed me walk by. Now he was 
showering, perhaps shaving ... both good signs. 

I dozed. When I awoke again the house was quiet. Had Daddy again gone to 
work without even saying good-bye, I wondered. Boy! He'd never done that 
before Mummy ran off with Tom! 

I hopped out of bed and padded naked into the living room, went from there 
to the master bedroom, then to the kitchen. There was a note on the table. I 
scowled. Fucking Daddy! I thought. Lately, whenever he didn't want to talk 
to me, the little square of paper would be propped against the darn sugar 
bowl in the center of the table. I opened the note and read: 

Kitty-Kat, I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you, lately and 
particularly about last night. Forgive me. I'll make it up to you. Promise. 
Look in the sugar bowl. Love and kisses, Daddy 

Heart racing, I lifted the lid off the sugar bowl. There was another note 
inside. With trembling fingers, I opened it and read: BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING 
SPECIAL ... MORE KISSES ... DADDY. And inside the note, folded like a small 
Halloween trick or treat, was a fifty dollar bill. 

Tears sprang to my eyes. Could it be, I wondered. Was he, after all this 
time, as he'd done the first time Mummy ran off with Tom, the time at the 
lake, preparing to bring his magnificent, swollen cock to me? The thought 
made me dizzy. I threw my arms wide, yelled and spun and danced about like a 
nitwit. 

Abruptly I stopped. What would I buy, I wondered. A new dress? Something 
sleazy? Perhaps one of those kinky knit things Mummy always wore? No! I 
decided - I mustn't do anything to remind him of Mummy. A negligee!
 Something soft and black and see-through ... something to make him see and 
think only of me. 

I raced to the bathroom and showered and brushed the grubby taste of Mr. 
George from my mouth. I flew to my room and dressed. I glided on winged feet 
from the house and waltzed happily down the street to the Simon place. 

Debbie and Popsy were at it again. They were wrapped around each other, in 
Popsy's big bed, where, since the day we three christened the room, they'd 
been doing their thing. They were too absorbed to hear me come in or see me 
standing there. I leaned back against the doorjamb to listen and watch. 

"Fuck!" said Popsy. "Sweet little cunt of yours smells like old tuna this 
morning." 

"Shush up!" Debbie, her cute little ass in his face, six 'n 'nine as usual, 
took hold of Popsy's stiff, stubby cock, and mouthed the head. She moved her 
hips back to give him a better look at her gash. 

"Ain't been washed," observed Popsy. "Spunky little sucker, you. After last 
night ... fuck! No wonder you smell like a herring." 

Debbie abandoned his log. "Thought you said tuna?" 

"Fishy! 

"I'll go douche." 

Popsy grabbed her ankle as she started off the bed. Debbie giggled and 
twisted. They wrestled. Popsy pinned her. 

"Wanna fuck me again today? "asked Debbie. 

In reply, Popsy moved down and coaxed her legs apart with his bony knees. 
Again Debbie giggled. Again they became all arms and legs and abandon. 

Astonished, I watched. How had she managed it, I wondered. Popsy, I knew, 
was dead set against straight fucking his daughter - was all tied up in 
Daddy's hang-ups about incest. Yet there they were! Doing the thing; Popsy's 
pink doughy ass humping away, his log stoking Deb's twat as if they'd fucked 
hundreds of times before. I was amassing an uncanny respect for Debbie's 
seductive ability. She was full of hotsy surprises; first Daddy, then Mr. 
George - Mr. Levine, too, I wondered - and now ... 

"Fuck, that's some good pussy!" shouted Popsy. "Sweet little mother dick 
snapper, you. Never thought I'd be pokin' ya there. Never thought! Never 
thought!" He covered one button tit with his open wet mouth and humped. 

"Don't ... wow! Go so fast," breathed Debbie. 

"Fuck!" 

"You'll ... holy cow! You'll come too soon, hey. Like last night. 'Member? 
Slow down some." 

Popsy's hips churned less furiously. They lay with their feet toward the 
door and I could see every stroke, every ripple along the inside of Debbie's 
young thighs. She had grown a complete mat down on her pert little pussy, 
short and curly blue-black hairs, an adorable wedge. Now it glistened with 
sweat. And her bright pink gash spewed juice on the sheet each time Popsy 
backed off to thrust. 

Despite the soreness, my cunt began to tingle. I had to restrain myself from 
reaching for the hem of the mini. But today, tonight in particular, was 
going to be special, I reminded myself ... recalling the sweet words, the 
promise Daddy had left me. I still couldn't believe he actually meant to 
fuck me, couldn't believe he had overcome the incest thing which Popsy 
apparently had come to grips with. But whatever he wanted, whatever the 
promise entailed, was okay by me. Just so it was Daddy. Just so I could 
again hold his long, veiny cock, kiss it, suck it, drink the cum from his 
nuts, and know that he loved me. 

A bit envious, jealous and happy for Debbie at the same time, I watched her 
wiggle and buck her slim hips beneath Popsy. He grunted. She cooed and 
sighed. They fucked slowly, lazily ... as if nothing in the world mattered 
except reaching orgasm. I moved into the room and sat on the edge of the 
bed. For although today was special, mine and Daddy's day, it was a long 
time 'til nightfall. 

Popsy paused, little uncircumcised cock suck deep in Debbie, to blink at em. 
"Fuck! There she is. Pretty cocksucker, you." 

Debbie's bright eyes smiled up at me. 

"Boy!" I said. "Thought you two were strictly oral genital. When did all 
this happen? 

"Last night," explained Debbie. "'Course we still dig sucking and like that, 
but last night Popsy was telling me about how him and the old lady used to 
screw. Wow! You should've been here, Kat. He got so fucking hotsy about it 
he slipped it to me before either of us knew what was happening. 'Course I 
helped some. I wouldn't let him stop talking 'til it was too late. And once 
he had me shafted ... wow! He liked it so much, my tight pussy, I mean, the 
National Guard couldn't have stopped us if they'd barged in - tanks and 
all!" She reached down to fondle the roots of the cock in her belly. "Right, 
Pops?" 

Grinning like a fool, Popsy blurted, "Fuck, yeah I " 

I thought it was darling. Debbie and Popsy were the perfect example of why 
Daddy's weird incest hang-ups were so utterly foolish. I told them so. "And 
don't stop on account of me," I said, pushing down on Popsy's ass to get him 
started again. 

They resumed the slow, delicious, rhythmic fuck motion. I moved to the foot 
of the bed where I could see everything. I watched Popsy's wet dick slip 
snugly in and out of the tiny slit below Deb's new fur coat. I watched their 
assholes wink ... as if sharing a joke with me. I watched Popsy's cute 
hairless balls slap the smooth cheeks of his daughter's round ass ... 
retreat, slap, retreat. 

Unable to resist any longer, I moved my hand up the inside of Popsy's leg 
and cupped his pink cubes. He squealed. 

"Don't stop," I repeated, enjoying the feel of my fingers brushing Debbie's 
hot crack with each poke. I kicked off my heels and, lying down on my belly 
between their widespread legs, brought my face to within inches of the 
action. It was a kinky idea. We had never before done it that way - sucking 
and fucking together. So I waited until Popsy pulled back for a lunge, then 
darted my tongue across the underside of the roots of his cock. 

Popsy shivered. "Suck a sweet fuck down there," he whispered weakly. 

Debbie raised her knees high. "Do me, too, Kat. Lick the bottom part of my 
pussy." 

I tried to oblige, but her cunt was too low and I couldn't get my face under 
the space between Popsy's shaft and the sheet. I studied the situation for a 
moment. Suddenly I remembered how Tom had used the pillow to elevate my 
behind. "Hold it," I told them, doing as Tom had done - propping Debbie's 
round, tender ass, like a split melon, on a pillow from the head of the bed. 

"Wow!" breathed Debbie, holding fast to Popsy so he wouldn't slip out. 
"That's the greatest! Now I can feel his prick all the way up in my belly 
button." 

"And now I can do you," I said. 

Popsy, who now was kneeling motionless, legs wide apart to give me room to 
work - between Debbie's spread thighs, reached back to guide my head under 
the leg bridge. He pushed my face against Debbie's rear split. My hair 
tickled his cubes, his buttocks. He squirmed about above me while I 
teasingly tongue both of them. 

Debbie, too, soon began to squirm. "Fuck out my cunt," she told Popsy. 
"Katty ... Oh! Yummy! Do me, Popsy. Ow! OWWW!" 

Panting loudly, Popsy began to hump. I licked the base of his pistoning 
shaft, Debbie's asshole and lower cunt, as they screwed. The smell was 
fantastic; cock, pussy and asshole, filling my sinuses. But Popsy was sure 
right about Debbie, I thought. She smelled like herring for sure, and as her 
twat became sloppier, stretched and sopping, spewing its love juice all over 
the place, I began to have doubts about my face being down there. 

Popsy took care of that. Making noises like a rutting boar, apparently 
nearing a nut, he closed his legs on my neck. I was trapped. 

"Fuck off!" I bellowed. 

It did me absolutely no good. I might as well have been talking to myself. 
For now Popsy and Debbie were lost in the red haze of lust .... Debbie 
whining her sweet little love noises ... churning her bottom as if her hips 
were being driven by a high-speed reducing machine ... Popsy grunting and 
squealing his semi-coherent dirty words. 

I made the best of it. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Sloppy, yes, but kind 
of kinky and cool. I drove my middle finger up Debbie's behind, closed my 
fist on Popsy's pink balls, and continued to lick. 

"Fuck-a-suck-coming!" roared Popsy, planting the last inch of his stub in 
Debbie's bush and squeezing my head unmercifully between his tense legs. 

"WOWWWWW!" cried Debbie. 

Ooodles and oodles of cum blasted off in my face. It spurted from Popsy's 
pink cock buried deep inside Debbie's gash and poured out like a stuffed 
drain being plunged. It covered my chin, dripped down. It soaked the sheets. 
It got caught in the sparse hair of Popsy's cubes, formed tiny cum droplets, 
and hung there until I licked the last one away. 

After Popsy had spurted the last blast, his legs grew slack, and I hastily 
scrambled out from beneath what had seemed like a waterfall of spunk. I used 
the edge of the sheet to wipe my face. I glared at them. I sniffled. I 
huffed. "I liked it better when you two were just sucking," I finally 
hollered. 

When Popsy had left for work, patting both our behinds before dashing out of 
the house, I let Debbie read Daddy's notes and we sat for over an hour 
discussing the possibilities. By then, it was too late for school. We 
decided to cut classes that day. For aside from not wanting to deal with Mr. 
Hotsy Levine, Vic, and all the other boys who now knew I put out, there was 
extra-special shopping to do. 

We went to a matinee movie, prolonging the delicious anticipation of buying 
my negligee. It was mid-afternoon by the time we came out. We spent the rest 
of the day going from store to store ... trying on something here, window 
browsing there. Until finally, as if it had been placed there especially for 
me, a mannequin wearing a gauzy black cloud appeared. 

"There it is," I whispered, hands pressed to the plate glass window. 
"Daddy'll flip, go absolutely crazy when he sees me in that." 

We rushed into the store, made the purchase, and stepped out into the first 
hint of dusk. I was lightheaded. For I knew, although I still couldn't 
actually believe it, that Daddy, wonderful Daddy, with his long insatiable 
cock, was going to abandon the guilt, untie the knots in his head, 
completely forget I was his Kitty Kat-Kathie, and make wild, passionate, 
insane groovy love to me. 

"It's simple," said Debbie as we waited for the bus. I had told her about 
Mr. George, about what he'd said about her, and about all the trouble I'd 
been having lately with Daddy. "Mr. George was like that, too," she 
continued. "He didn't want me to suck him off at first. 'You're too fucking 
young!' he said. 'Dickheads! A baby!' Ha! I told him a thing or two! What it 
was is he had the same kooky incest thing ... like your daddy, I mean. 
They're all like that at first. Know what Mr. George said when I asked him 
to take it out?" 

"Uh-uh." 

Debbie giggled. "Well, there I was - all bent over the fender with my behind 
on his cock. And wow! Did he ever have a monster! It was halfway up my belly 
even with clothes on. Holy wow ... did he ever want to fuck! But when I told 
him it was okay, that I wanted him to, he said, 'Shit! I'm old enough to be 
your father!' See?" She brushed a lock of hair from her brow. Wide-eyed, she 
grinned at me. 

Fucking Debbie seemed to know everything! I thought. And all fucking 
grown-ups were dopey! I made a mental note for the book: ALL GROWN-UPS ARE 
DOPEY! 

"How'd you make Popsy do you?" I asked, compiling ammunition to go with the 
negligee. 

"Oh, that was easy," bragged Debbie. "I wouldn't suck him off ... for two 
whole days. Then, last night, I got him all dopey with talk about screwing 
Mother. Wow! You should've heard! I never even knew they fucked. Mother was 
always telling me 'cover this, cover that.' And all the time she was fucking 
Popsy in the bathtub, on the floor - all over the place. So when I got Popsy 
talking about it, with a two day hard-on and all, he forgot all about 
sucking. Honest, Katty - he was like a caveman. Brutal! Yummy! You should've 
seen. He half carried, half dragged me upstairs, threw me down on the floor, 
and in three seconds flat, if that long, had his cock out of his pants and 
under my skirt and into my twat. Wow!" Again she giggled. She thrust her 
hips ... as if she and Popsy were doing it right there at the bus stop. "He 
was so kinky about it," she added, "he kept calling me Mother's name all the 
time we were screwing." 

I saw the bus in the distance. Lovingly I clutched the box containing the 
black negligee. I was all fluttery inside. "Just think," I told Debbie. "If 
Daddy bangs me tonight, and if Mummy doesn't come home, and if nothing else 
happens to fuck it all up again, you and me and Popsy and Daddy - all four 
together - can take turns sleeping over and really have fun." 

"Super wow!" agreed Debbie. 

The last breath of daylight was waning when I said good night to Debbie, 
and, nipples erect with longing, cunt wet with anticipation, entered the 
house. Inside, too, it was near dark. I recalled the night I came home to 
find Daddy and Mummy sprawled on the bed in the master bedroom, and stood at 
the door watching them do their thing. My pulse quickened. For now just as 
on the night Mummy had her lovely face raped - the bedside lamp in Daddy's 
room, a faint, diffused glow, was the only sign of life in the quiet house. 

I started for the master bedroom, stopped. I thought for a moment. The 
package containing the negligee seemed suddenly heavy. Abruptly I crossed 
the living room and tiptoed down the hall to my own room. 

I undressed slowly, the headboard lamp at my back, pausing before the 
dresser mirror to admire my firm young body as each garment fell. I fondled 
my breasts. I looked over my shoulder to see myself in panties, then 
without, tightening my buttocks, watching them jiggle, standing with legs 
wide apart. Daddy adored my plump ass. Of course, he liked other things, too 
- my pert breasts, which had grown half an inch since the day at the lake, 
and the sweet little triangle of kinky black curls atop and between my full, 
anxious white thighs. But my ass, the tender half moons of flesh even I 
adored, naked or clothed, held the power of making his dick rise faster and 
harder than anything I knew. 

Shivering, I perfumed my body with cologne I'd snitched from Mummy because 
it was Daddy's favorite. I massaged it into my tits, over my lower belly, 
and, most especially, in the tight curls of my pussy. I rubbed some in the 
crack of my ass and almost giggled. It tickled ... until a drop slid down to 
my shitter and made me jump around, trying not to yell. 

"Just for you, Daddy," I whispered while unwrapping the package containing 
the black negligee. I held it up to the lamplight. It was perfect; 
see-through without the jacket-like second piece, but tantalizingly "almost 
transparent" with the sleazy overpiece on. I closed my eyes, held it to my 
cheek. I could imagine Daddy's reaction when, smelling like fresh-cut roses, 
I glided into his bedroom. 

Moments later, I stood at the open door. Daddy appeared to be sleeping. He 
lay flat on the bed, long, powerful legs crossed at the ankle, forearm 
resting on his brow. I drew breath through my teeth. The lips of my pussy 
grew tight. I could see his magnificent cockhead - pink, already hard - at 
the leg band of the shorts. 

"Daddy?" 

He stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Was he dreaming of me, I wondered. 
Did he, at that very moment, inside his head, have that lovely hard cock in 
my belly? Dizzy, the pneumatic thing in my chest pumping a frenzied love 
chant, I moved to the foot of the bed. My cheeks burned. Goosebumps popped 
out on my flesh. Now I could see his nuts, pubic hair, and thought sure I 
was going to faint before he touched me. 

Daddy coughed, uncrossed and re-crossed his legs, and dropped the forearm 
from his brow. His eyes fluttered open. Uncertainly, as if trying to figure 
out who I was, he blinked. His gaze darted from the high closed neck of the 
negligee, to the points of my tits, to where the overpiece hung open at the 
top of my thighs. Through the black gauze, he could see the blacker wedge of 
my pussy, I knew. And how he stared! He seemed to be eating me, tonguing my 
sopping wet love hole, frantically sucking my cunt, with his dark eyes. 

"Like it?" Holding the overpiece away from my body, as if I were a butterfly 
coming out of a silken cocoon, I spun around and around and stopped, within 
reach, at the side of the bed. 

"It's ... ahhh ... it's.. ." 

"Sexy?" I prompted, preening. 

"Sexy!" 

Ecstatic, I moved closer to the bed. "I bought it especially for you. See 
this?" I toyed with the ribbon holding the neck of the overpiece closed. 
"All you do is pull this, and ..." 

Daddy growled. His huge hand closed on my wrist. Roughly he yanked me down 
across his hard body. His lips covered mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue 
forced its way into my mouth and his hand sought a way into the lower part 
of the negligee. 

It was heavenly. I heard the new negligee rip, but didn't much care. I 
didn't much care about anything except the rough hand cupping my pussy ... 
rubbing ... fingers seeking my love hole. I made it easy by throwing one leg 
over his thighs ... spreading wide ... taking his anxious fingers into my 
cunt. I groped at the fly of the shorts, found his stiff cock. He gasped as 
my small fist closed tightly around it. 

Finally Daddy broke the kiss. Staring deep into my smiling eyes, handsome 
face flushed, fingers motionless in my pussy, he said, "I've been crazy, 
Kitty-Kat. You, me, the things we've done - Christ! What... what's wrong 
with me, anyway?" 

My heart leaped into my throat "Oh, Daddy ... you're not starting that dopey 
incest stuff again, are you?" 

"Incest? Incest? Take this fuckin' thing off!" Daddy tore at the black 
overpiece, shredded it. Next he tore the panty-like bottom off. His strong 
hands gripped my buttocks, crushed my lower body to his. "I must be nuts!" 
he roared. "A girl like you, everything a man could ask for and all this 
time, me fucking you every whichway, and too goddamn hokey upstairs to take 
what I wanted. Well, daughter or not, no fucking more! Hear?" Pulling me 
higher on his muscular body, he kissed my nose, my eyes. The smooth head of 
his magnificent cock brushed lightly against the open lips of my cunt. 

"Daddy. Oh, Daddy." 

"Never mind all that oh, Daddy shit! Let's get the rest of this fuckin' 
thing off you - my shorts, too - and then tell me about it in the way you 
know best." 

I kissed his lips, scrambled away, took the negligee top off over my head 
and tossed it atop the shreds at the foot of the bed. Momentarily, while 
Daddy came out of the shorts, I considered the expensive, gauzy ploy. 
Fucking dumb Daddy! I thought. For months he'd refused to fuck me, then he 
gives me the money to buy something "special," then he rips the freaking 
thing to frigging bits! 

Boy! I didn't think I'd ever understand men ... grown-ups, fathers in 
particular, with their hard-ons and hang-ups and like that. They were making 
me crazy! 

"Now get your sweet ass, your pussy, back here," ordered Daddy. He had rid 
himself of the shorts, and his prick, the long veiny thing I adored, stood 
up from the thick mat of cock hair like the Washington Monument. 

Mouth thick with saliva, I fell with my face in his lap. I kissed his nuts, 
the hairy roots of his shaft ... flattened my tongue at the base and licked 
up. I licked the tip, the aperture ... drew the hot swollen glans into my 
mouth. I sucked the tip and watched his face become a tortured pleasure 
mask. 

"Christ! Not that way, Katty. Not now I ... I've been waiting for this all 
day ... thinking about your pussy ... about how tight it was that day on the 
sofa. About ... Oh Jesus! About what you said about wanting me to fuck you. 
About ... Motherfucker! Stop! You ... you'll make me come in your face, and 
tonight .. . ummm! Tonight I gotta shoot off in that sweet little cave 
between your thighs." 

I let his hard cock pop out of my face. Teasingly, I said, "Will you buy me 
a new negligee? " 

"Anything you want, Kitten." 

Holding his dick in my hand, slowly jerking him oft, I kissed his navel, his 
chest. "And will you let Debbie and Popsy stay over so we can swap ... you, 
Debbie, me ... 

"Joe Simon? That fat degenerate fucking my little girl? I'll kill 'im! 
I'll..." 

"So the four of us can fuck?" I insisted, fiercely whacking his cock. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" 

"So you can fuck Debbie and I can fuck Popsy, and the four of us can do one 
another in one bed?" 

"Okay. Okay only stop! Let go before I shoot off ... and get your cunt up 
here." 

I threw myself on him. "Then fuck me." 

"Katty. Baby. Sweetheart " 

"Don't talk anymore. Stick your dick up my pussy. Fill me with cum." 

Daddy groaned. Again he gripped the halves of my ass. "Katty ... put it in 
for me," he choked. 

I reached down, took hold of his jerking cock, and placed the throbbing 
glans at the mouth of my pussy. "Do it," I whispered. "Shove it up me. 
Quick. I can't wait anymore, either. I ... oh, darn it. Hur-ree!" 

Daddy raised his knees, spreading my legs even wider, opening the cheeks of 
my ass. I sobbed as the tip parted the lips of my vulva, paused as if 
breathing the rich female smell, then bored in a few inches. 

"More. All of it, Daddy." I raised up on hands and knees, looked down to 
watch the magnificent thing going in. Two-thirds was outside my pussy, 
rock-hard, veins fat and blue and pulsing. I watched it pull back to the 
head. "I love you," I cried as the shaft started back into my gash. "I love 
you! I ... OWWWWWWW!" 

Daddy drove his rigid cock deep inside my cunt. One hand came away from my 
ass, encircled one firm breast, and steered the hard little pink nipple to 
his wet mouth. He sucked as I struggled to get the last inches of meat, 
lovely hot dick, Daddy dick, up my belly. I felt his driving prick jump 
within me. He pulled back and drove ... planting the glans almost as high as 
Mr. George had driven his telephone pole. 

A finger slipped up my ass and wiggled against the thin tissue abutting the 
marvelous thing filling my twat. I worked my vagina, my belly. I mashed my 
little black wedge on the coarse hair grinding, creating a delicious 
friction, at the lips of my pussy. 

"God, it's good," said Daddy. "Why the fuck did I wait so long? What a cunt! 
The hottest, tightest..." 

Abruptly Daddy rolled me onto my back. 

Now he raised up on his hands, as I had done, suspended himself above me. He 
watched as he stoked. Chest heaving, eyes glazed, he pulled back, stroked, 
pulled back . . . faster and faster ... planting his dick to the roots with 
each thrust ... huge hairy balls bouncing off the underside of my ass. 

"Fuck harder, Daddy. It's wonderful. I love you sooooo!" I raised my legs, 
locked my ankles high on his back. I sent my hips driving upward, tiny inner 
cunt muscles nipping the length of the barb sending white-lightning flashes 
zipping up my spine. I was nearing orgasm. I felt it building-tickling the 
end of my clit, and racing around like crazy inside my love hole. 

Suddenly, apparently sensing the tension, the eagerness in my body, Daddy 
slowed down. He let his weight fall on me. Gripping my tiny waist in his 
powerful hands, he held me still and stopped thrusting. 

"Nooo! Don't stop, Daddy, please. I ... OW! I'm almost there. Keep fucking - 
make your dick move. PLEEZE!" 

"Go easy, Kitten. You're so good ... so fucking ... ummm! So fucking 
fantastic down there, I ... ah, Christ! Give those strong little hips a 
rest. Let my dick soak. I don't want it to end. Too good. No pussy was ever 
this good." 

"Do ... do you really like fucking me, Daddy?" 

"Sweet cunt in heaven! What a question! Does a cowboy like riding horses?" 

"Better than having your cock sucked?" 

"I'll ... ahhhhhhhhhhh! I'll let you know later, baby. Right now ... ummm! 
Honey- what the fuck you got in there? I ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Butterflies! A 
million wings batting the head of my joint. It ... Jesus Mary! It's like hot 
velvet. Milk it, Katty. Keep that snug little pussy working." 

I wrapped my arms tight around his wide shoulders, lifted my hips, and moved 
my pelvis, cunt, and ass around and around, up and down, grinding with all 
my might on the meat dagger in my lower belly. I opened my mouth for his 
tongue, sucked as if it was another, smaller, less appealing cock - a pink 
cock like Popsy's cute peg - drilling into my face. Now I was glad I'd let 
Mr. George screw me. For he had stretched my channel, it seemed, and now 
Daddy's long, wonderful hard-on, harder than ever before, fit perfectly. It 
throbbed deep inside me ... made the walls of my cunt swell and ache. And 
although it slipped in and out smoothly - because of the elasticity, the 
sopping wetness, the juices flowing inside my pussy, I supposed - it fit as 
if it once was a part of me, and, like a tooth, had been extracted, leaving 
the burning emptiness it now filled. 

Daddy's lips deserted mine, returned to my taut nipples and sucked and 
licked greedily. His hands returned to my bottom. Brutally, digging his 
strong fingers into my flesh, he gripped., As suddenly as before, without 
warning or a word, he switched tempo. 

I gasped as he pulled back to the mouth of my cunt. I thought sure the head 
would slip out. But one beautiful lunge, one powerful thrust of Daddy's 
hips, planted the glans back at the end of my channel. I churned faster ... 
hips doing a frantic, abandoned, intoxicating bump and grind. MY arms and 
legs ached from clinging to him. But my pussy ached even more with the need 
to be filled with hot, sticky semen. 

"Love me, Daddy," I sighed. "Fuck faster. Faster. Faster and harder. Hard as 
you can." 

"Let's finish the other way, baby. Like we started. You on top." Daddy 
waited for me to unwind my legs, then rolled, as before, placing my 
astraddle him one more. 

"Oh, Daddy. It's so good. Don't ever ... OHHH! Never ever stop doing me. 
Just keep fucking. Faster. Real fast now. Fast as you can ... OW! 
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" 

With the force of a Mack truck crashing into a wall, Daddy slammed his 
magnificent stiff cock up my pussy. Again and again. Faster and faster ... 
seeming to bore deeper each time. With my knees at his waist, cunt dripping 
its juices down the length of his meat each time it came out, he lifted my 
buttocks and arched the shaft into me. 

My fucking grew wilder. I bounced my ass up and down ... whining, reaching 
for the bright light far at the back of my head behind my closed eyes. Every 
muscle in my lower body was rigid, yet I bobbed like a float on a lake of 
sensual delight. His cock pistoned into me. Faster. Faster still. The lips 
at the mouth of my inner cunt quivered and tried to squeeze the cum up from 
his nuts. 

"Make it shoot, Daddy," I begged. "Hurry and come with meeeeeeee!" 

"Just keep doing ... oh, baby, that's so fucking good I wanna die. Keep it 
going, honey. Your high school cunt has a college education. You're making 
me crazy. I wanna ... ahhhhhh! I wanna eat you and ream out your asshole, 
and put my joint in your face, but more than anything right now, more than 
anything ever, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta ... 
ahhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

A tremendous tremor, like an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, swelled the 
glans of the dick deep in my pussy. I bore down. 

"Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Daddy let go of my buttocks, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me as I 
had never before been kissed. Ass raised high off the bed, he held his long 
cock buried to the hilt in my gash. He sucked my soft lips and ground pubic 
hair against my wedge. 

I felt the first blast of hot cum and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed his 
spitting tool. Skyrockets went off in my head. My mouth fell open and took 
his probing tongue. My thighs became mush. It was the absolute best, the 
creamiest, the hottest load ever. Spurts and spurts. Gallons, it seemed. It 
ricocheted off the cervix at the end of my channel, glided like molten lava 
down the sensitive inner walls of my sheath, and seeped out to coat the 
puffed outer lips with liquid fire. 

I couldn't breathe. I tore my lips away as the last cum geyser blew its 
smoking head. I gasped. I ground my pussy down, seeking more. Orgasm after 
orgasm wracked my body, and I didn't want it to end. 

"Katty. You're beautiful. The best." Daddy's hand slipped around to my bush, 
toyed with the hair while he bathed in the afterglow of our union. 

"Is it better than Mummy's ... my pussy, I mean? 

Daddy groaned. In reply, he lifted his hips and expanded and contracted his 
cock. "I used to think your mother was good," he said, one hand going to my 
tits, the other still massaging my bush. "But that was way back. When I 
first screwed her in the car, the time you heard me talk about that day in 
the living room - well, it was like my first piece of ass. I had others ... 
three, maybe four. But never like that! Christ! I remember one, the first 
piece of hot gash in my life, who was so embarrassed she wouldn't let me 
look at her, and cried and jumped out of the car afterwards. Can't even 
remember her name anymore. Then the others ... all quickies ... my car was a 
whorehouse on wheels, and all those sweet little bitches were self-conscious 
of the cockhole between their thighs. And then came your mother ... Jesus! 
She was scared and shy, and - but once I got her panties down, once she got 
a taste of stiff cock in her belly, there was no stopping her. We used to 
screw three, maybe four times a day. And once I began getting the good 
stuff-well, I thought, 'Fuck those other dumb broads!' I lost touch. All 
that sweet young pussy around, and I spent most of my high school and 
college years fucking only your mother. I guess I sort of forgot what really 
good young pussy is like ... pussy like yours!" As he spoke, his dick, which 
had begun to grow slack after we came, began pulsing once more. He pinched 
my hard nipples. His eyes devoured me. 

"Tell me about the ones after Mummy," I coaxed, recalling what Debbie had 
said about making Popsy talk and talk about fucking. Daddy, too, was like 
that, I knew. Hotsy talk really turned him on. And my cunt, my engorged 
little love hole, was famished for more stoking. 

"Evlyn. She was the best," continued Daddy, a familiar, far-away look in his 
eye. "Christ! Could that one polish a hot knob! Any fucking time, any place. 
Once she blew me in the back of a taxi, and almost made the driver plow us 
into a pole, trying to watch in the rear-view mirror. Good redheaded pussy, 
too ... all-around lay. I remember one night, after she sucked me off twice, 
we fell asleep nude on the rug on the living room floor. She was still out 
when I opened my eyes. There she was ... lying on her stomach ... legs 
spread open like hedge shears ... sweet fucking cheeks glowing pink-white in 
the dark. Jesus! Pussy from head to toe!" 

Daddy's dick bucked like a nervous bronco inside my corral. I watched him 
glance down to the roots of the meat in my twat. Gently he shafted in and 
out ... watching ... me, too ... each of us fascinated by the simple 
complexities of fucking. 

"I'd been fucking all day - your mother, the girl who lived next door to the 
place me and Tom shared," said Daddy, going on about Evlyn. "I was beat. But 
one look at that ass ... soft ... almost as soft as - " his hands returned 
to my bottom, kneaded gently - "this! One look at that and my joint shot up 
like a crowbar. I felt her ... rubbed cum juice from her cunt all over my 
joint. 'Evlyn baby,' I whispered. 'What a fucking ass! Two pillows! Soft! 
Lemme fuck it, huh, honey?' But Christ! She'd sucked me so long, so hard, 
she just lay there sleeping. There was something fucking sexy about screwing 
broads while she slept. Like rape! Like taking what I wanted against her 
will. I burrowed my face into the hot crack of her ass. She didn't even peep 
when I spread her cheeks, stuck my nose in the fuzz at her anus, and 
smelled. Man! What a sweet stink! There's no fucking smell in the world to 
compare with girl-asshole!" His fingers found the crack of my ass, spread 
the smooth half moons. His stink-finger tapped at the door. 

"Oh, Daddy." Abruptly I lifted my hips, unshafting my cunt from his long, 
sloppy wet cock. 

"Wha...?" 

"Wait!" I scrambled away, lay on my belly, legs scissored, beside him on the 
cool sheet "Was she lying like this? Legs all the way open, I mean ... so 
you could see everything while you smelled her down there?" 

"Just like that. Christ!" 

"What happened then?" 

"I ... I ... motherfucker, you're fine!" Slipping lower on the bed, Daddy 
spread the cheeks of my ass and smelled my tight shitter. "Nothing like 
asshole. Nothing!" 

"Eat it then, Daddy. Like you did Evlyn. Eat my cunt while you tell. Show 
and tell." I giggled. I could imagine a little girl bringing her daddy to 
class, to show and tell fucking. It was a silly thought, I knew. And I was 
feeling anything but silly right then. My cunt was so hot, so wet, so 
hungry, I thought sure I'd pop off before he got me shafted again. 

"I ... I fucked around some ... licking ... sucking her asshole and cunt. 
Like this." 

"Dad-deeeeee!" I thrashed about as his slippery tongue whipped from my 
sphincters, to my love hole, back. I felt his damp breath move up the open 
crack of my ass. His crushing weight came down on my back. 

"Then I decided to ream her," said Daddy, voice grating, the swollen head of 
his tool probing my anus. "Evlyn ... you beautiful little cocksucker! Don't 
wake up! Don't ... but fuck! She began to stir, and I wanted to take it!" 

"Take it, Daddy. PLEEZE! Take iiiiiiiiit!" 

"No! I backed off, waited." 

"Fucking Daddy!" 

"I fucked around some more ... spreading the pouting lips of her cunt ... 
juicing her up ... getting that red pussy ready for meat. Then, when her 
breathing became regular, when I was sure she was sleeping again, I slipped 
my stiff cock slowly up her tight gash." 

"OHHH! Yes, Daddy. Yessssss!" I lifted my hips into the nozzle parting the 
outer lips of my cunt. I had never before been fucked from behind ... not in 
the pussy, I mean. Now I felt the fat glans filling the outer hall of my 
sheath and driving slowly, but relentlessly, steadily in, closer and closer 
to the velvety tightness of my upper well. 

"She didn't even peep," choked Daddy. "I stuck my prick in her gash and 
penetrated, inch by inch, and ... ahhhhhhhhhhh! Like a glove! Cunt muscles 
drawing me in as if ... ummm! Good! Pulling my joint up into her belly as if 
the inside of her box was lined with pinhead suction cups. Christ MOTHER! 
What a sweet fucking lay! 

Daddy set his cock in motion. The glans tore high into my wet vagina, drew 
back, pounded. What a wonderful, gorgeous night, I thought. And the book! I 
suddenly remembered the book me and Debbie had been talking about for ever 
so long. What a fantastic, incredibly sexy, magnificent ending this night 
would make. 

"Katty," sighed Daddy against my long black hair. "Who gives a fuck about 
Evlyn? About anybody? All I want from now on is you!" 

I forgot about the book and became engrossed in the wild sensations Daddy's 
long veiny dick was causing throughout my feverish young body. I gyrated my 
ass. I sobbed. I chewed my lower lip, the pillow. My titties, my small, 
cherry-topped boobs, rubbed against the sheet, irritating the nipples in the 
most delightful way. My thighs quivered. My asshole opened and closed, 
tantalized by the coarse cock hair mashing against it with each stab of the 
thing pushing me toward another Technicolor and white creamy plateau. I took 
it all ... ten delicious inches of hot Daddy man-meat - stoking my hairy, 
sopping wet love hole, with not the slightest sign of reservation. 

Oh! How I loved him! I didn't think I'd ever love anyone as I loved Daddy. 

For a while we fucked with me on my belly, then Daddy coaxed my hips high 
and made me crouch on hands and knees. He, too, raised up on his knees, 
close behind me. Holding my hips, as if he were reaming my ass, he slammed 
the full length of his gigantic cock into me. 

"Fuck it, Daddy," I cried. "Do me! Do me good!" 

Daddy grunted and strained. "Jesus! I can't get enough of you, Katty. Lookit 
that tight asshole wink. Spread your legs wider, honey. Lemme see 
everything. I love to watch my joint sliding into you." 

Resting my cheek on the pillow, I spread my legs as wide as they'd go ... 
until my crotch, my pussy, my asshole, felt as if they were going to rip. 
Now I could see, too. I watched his cock working. I watched it come out of 
my cunt covered with goo: go in, come out. . . each poke adding rings of 
white lubricant to the mess at the roots of his shaft. I reached back, 
between my trembling thighs, took hold of and fondled his low-slung, 
wrinkled nuts. 

"Don't squeeze 'em, baby," warned Daddy. "Chrissakes, don't! You ... you're 
making me c-c-come! " 

"Do it. I want you to." 

"Not yet. Not-" 

"Hurry! Shoot off with me. I ... oh, Daddy. Hurry. Hurreee! I ... I ... 
DADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

"K-Katty baby." Daddy's hips went berserk. Reaching around and under my 
belly, he drove two fingers into my cunt at the top of my slit and teased my 
hard clit while he stoked. His other hand went to my ass. One fat finger 
twisted up my tight shitter. He pounded. The front of his thighs slapped 
loudly against the back of mine. 

And then we were coming again ... together ... the sound of our thighs 
meeting, flesh smacking flesh, echoing throughout the room, as if there were 
an audience applauding our union. Daddy planted the spitting, pulsating head 
of his sex at the top of my upper channel, held it there, and filled my 
vagina with oodles of sticky semen. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and let my 
ass grind out the last of his declaration of love. 

When it was over, when we lay on our backs, side by side, panting, covered 
with sweat - our lower bodies covered with cum and cunt goo - I held his 
long, limp wet hose in my hand and began planning our future. Daddy had 
already agreed to having Debbie and Popsy sleep over. Now I considered 
others: Mr. George, Lois, all those me and Debbie had caught fucking. I 
considered Mr. Hotsy Levine, Vic, the other boys at school. The 
possibilities were endless. 

"Well?" Daddy grinned at me. 

'Hi!" 

"Never mind that hi shit. How the fuck can I tell whether I like your pussy 
or your cocksucking better when you haven't given me a knob job in weeks?" 

I crinkled my nose. "It's all soft and ... and dumb-looking. Look at it." 

Arms folded across his chest, propped on the pillows at the head of the bed, 
Daddy glanced soberly down the length of his muscular body. "So suck it up," 
he ordered. 

Not the least bit reluctant, I went down on him. But as I took the head of 
his limp cock into my face, I noticed the small note pad and pen on the 
bedside table. I blinked. A light went on inside my head. With his deflated 
hose hanging from the side of my mouth, I reached across him and gathered 
the writing implements up in my hot little hand. Then, lying on my belly 
between his spread thighs, I planted the pad on his lower abdomen, opened to 
a clean page, pushed the button atop the ballpoint pen, and wrote: 

Book: page 1 ... 

There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first 
was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, 
kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight 
pussy as it would go. 


THE END
