CSR-4054  Oral Sex Among Incest Lovers


CHAPTER ONE


	Al­bert Gore was a man in his late forties, a farmer by oc­cu­pa­tion, a pur­suer of fe­male flesh by choice. The thing about Al­bert that caused him to stand out was that the fe­male flesh he pur­sued was his own. Not his wife, Jean, who had given up on hav­ing any more sex with her man, but his six daugh­ters. He had taught them, one by one, to please him in bed. It did not have to be done in bed, this act of in­cest. Not at all. Al­bert was not in the least con­cerned about where it took place. He was as apt to push one of his daugh­ters down on her back in the barn as he was in her bed­room. Al­bert Gore had a lusty sex ap­pet­ite that seemed sel­dom to be ap­peased.

	He was a suc­cess­ful farmer in that he made a good liv­ing for his wife and daugh­ters-though one won­ders how he found time for work with all his in­cess­ant lust­ing. He got along well with his few neigh­bors. He never went near them; nor did they visit him ex­cept on rare oc­ca­sions.

	Al­bert Gore, ap­par­ently, was con­tent to re­main at home and en­joy him­self with his daugh­ters. His daugh­ters, all of them, were ex­cep­tion­ally good-look­ing girls, but they never went out with boys, be­ing con­tent to hang around the farm night and day, seem­ingly, and ”lay in“ with their horny father. Al­bert Gore must have had some­thing ex­tremely un­usual between his legs. He was a rugged-look­ing man with dark eyes and hair, though the hair was get­ting a bit thin on top.

	His old­est daugh­ter was named Doris. She was nine­teen and had been raped by the father when she was el­even. A shapely-look­ing red­head, at nine­teen, every­one agreed.

	The next old­est daugh­ter was Di­ane. She was eight­een and had also been taken to bed at the tender age of el­even. She was a big-bos­omed blonde.

	Then came Susan, sev­en­teen, also a bed part­ner of her father‘s at age el­even. Susan was a very light-haired blonde, al­most of the per­ox­ide vari­ety, though the color of her hair was nat­ural.

	Debbie was six­teen. She had been fucked by her father at age ten. Sharon, fif­teen, like­wise. Debbie was a red­head, Sharon a blonde with brown eyes.

	The young­est daugh­ter was Carol who had some­how es­caped the ad­vances of her father un­til prior to the re­cord­ing of this case his­tory. Carol was thir­teen, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was prob­ably the pret­ti­est girl of the six, though this claim-had it been a claim of hers, which it was not-could eas­ily have been dis­puted. The truth was, as we have stated, that all of Al­bert Gore‘s daugh­ters were lovely to look at, sexy in their own right, and al­to­gether de­sir­able.

	Al­bert Gore was an ex­cep­tion­ally for­tu­nate man, it would ap­pear, if one con­doned in­cest.

	Al­bert and his wife, Jean, had re­tired for the night. It was nine o‘clock of an au­tumn even­ing, and all good farm­ers are in bed early be­cause they have to get up so early in the morn­ing. Al­bert felt a horny streak com­ing on and, as he of­ten did, he reached over and at­temp­ted to play with his wife‘s tit­ties.

	”Stop that, Al­bert,“ she snapped. ”You know I don‘t want that sort of thing.“

	”Oh, come on,“ he coaxed. ”You haven‘t screwed me in more than a year, maybe longer. What‘s wrong with tak­ing my cock once in a while?“

	”I don‘t want any more kids, that‘s what‘s wrong.“ Al­bert sighed.

	His wife snorted. ”Get one of the girls to fuck you. Any one of them would be de­lighted to take their father‘s cock up their cunt.“

	Al­bert sighed again. ”You do tempt me when you talk like that, Jean. What would you do if I forced you to fuck me?“

	”I‘d walk out on you to­mor­row.“

	”You wouldn‘t do that, would you, Jean? After all these years of mar­riage.“

	”You‘re damned right I would. Now shut up and let me go to sleep.“

	”Oh, my,“ Al­bert sighed again. ”I just can‘t stand hav­ing this damned hard-on. I‘ll have to try...let me see...Doris. I haven‘t fucked her in more than a week.“

	”You do that,“ she snapped, ”But when you come back to bed don‘t you dare waken me. I need my sleep. I‘m tired.“

	”Jean,“ Al­bert said quietly, ”do you have to snap at me?“ She was si­lent for a mo­ment. Then: ”I‘m sorry, Al­bert. I‘m very tired. Go fuck one of the kids and en­joy your­self. I hope...Doris, did, you say? I hope Doris drains your cock good for you. Doris is a very hot and ex­tremely fuck­able girl.“

	”So are you very fuck­able, Jean,“ he told her, without bit­ter­ness, and got out of bed and left the room. He knew there was no point in at­tempt­ing to arouse Jean sexu­ally. She simply was not hav­ing any part of sex these days, and he might just as well leave her alone. Just the same, he longed to get it into her and go off up her cunt. For­tu­nately, he had someone else, six someone elses, to take care of his needs. He headed straight for Doris‘s room.

	She was sleep­ing.

	He crawled into bed with her and dis­covered she was na­ked. God, she was warm and soft and nice. He ran his hand up her smooth legs and placed it over her cunt. She stirred in her sleep but did not awaken. Al­bert lowered his face to her cunt and kissed it wetly. Doris moaned in her sleep and one of her hands came to rest gently on her father‘s head. Al­bert ran his tongue the en­tire length of her cunt and then dar­ted it in­side of her. This wakened her and she sat up in bed and slapped at him.

	”Hey,“ he cried, ”don‘t hit me.“

	She sighed. ”Oh...it‘s you...daddy. I guess I was dream­ing...some­thing about a mon­ster try­ing to get his whang into me.“

	”I‘d like to get my whang into you, Doris,“ Al­bert said softly. ”May I.“

	”Of course, daddy. Why not.“

	”Thank you, dear,“ Al­bert re­turned. ”Or would you rather I sucked you off, daddy?“ she asked, reach­ing for his erec­tion and hold­ing it gently in her warm, soft hand.

	”You can suck me off later, maybe. Right now I be­lieve I want to get it into you. I hope you don‘t mind.“

	”Of course I don‘t mind, daddy. You‘re my father, aren‘t you? Why should I mind. Who is nicer to me than you? ”

	”You‘re a sweet girl,“ Al­bert said, and meant it.

	”Thank you, daddy. Do you want to crawl on top of me or shall I get on top and sort of fuck you? I re­mem­ber the last time I did it to you that way you liked it very much.“

	”I think I‘ll just fuck you in the reg­u­lar way to­night, dear, if you don‘t mind.“

	”Do you want me to turn the light on, daddy, so you can see my breasts and everything? ” Al­bert smiled in the dark­ness. ”If you want to, you may. It doesn‘t mat­ter, though I must say you have a pair of beau­ties.“ Doris jacked his throb­bing erec­tion a few times. ”You have a big one to­night, daddy. Did mother do this to you? I mean, did she turn you down again after get­ting you hot?“

	”No,“ he replied hon­estly. ”Your mother is a very nice wo­man, dear. She wouldn‘t de­lib­er­ately set out to get me hot and then not per­mit me some re­lief from it.“

	”Oh, I know it, daddy. I shouldn‘t have said that about mother. I swear, some­times I get a mean streak in me that‘s just aw­ful.“

	”If you have a mean streak, I‘ve never seen it, dear.“

	”That‘s nice of you, daddy. I mean it. Are you sure you wouldn‘t like me to suck your cock for you?“ Al­bert sighed. ”Well...very well, dear. You may suck it for a time, but not all the way. I hanker to go off in your nice, tight cunt.“

	”May I turn the light on, daddy, so I can see your cock while I suck on it?“

	”If you wish, dear.“

	She turned the light on by pulling a chain that was at­tached to the bed­lamp. The light il­lu­min­ated the room con­sid­er­ably but by no means brightly. Al­bert looked at his old­est daugh­ter, not­ing her good looks, her pink breasts, the way the nipples on them looked to be hard already, her long legs that were shapely and in­vit­ing-look­ing. He sighed.

	”You have a lovely body, daugh­ter.“

	Doris laughed lightly and sat up on the bed, her breasts jut­ting out, her tummy flat and in­vit­ing, her hand still circ­ling the hard penis of her father.

	”Take off your night clothes, daddy,“ she said firmly. ”I like to have you na­ked when I suck your cock.“

	Al­bert re­moved his night­dress, which was what he al­ways wore to bed, never pa­ja­mas. Pa­ja­mas were a nuis­ance to Al­bert Gore. He de­tested them. When he was na­ked, Doris began to reck­lessly kiss his hairy tummy and chest. Al­bert liked this sort of treat­ment, for all of his daugh­ters had been taught, by him, to work a man over awhile be­fore sub­mit­ting, and by man, h‘e meant him­self, of course, since none of the kids had ever had any­thing to do with an­other male. He knew this to be true, as odd as it may seem. His kids were com­pletely hon­est with him, and al­ways had been. He had taught them to be that way: to be his kind of off­spring in a fam­ily he had made psychotic.

	Doris jacked his penis a few times and then lowered her face to her father‘s crotch. Al­bert closed his eyes and her warm, soft, young-girl lips fastened them­selves about his ri­gid piece. Her head moved a bit and he felt his cock slip­ping down her throat a short dis­tance. She came back to the head then and ran her tongue lightly and quickly over the purple glans. Al­bert sighed and tried not to re­lease in her mouth-he wanted to shoot it up her cunt later.

	She moved her lips and spoke. ”Your cock, daddy, it tastes so good to­night. Why do you sup­pose it tastes so good?“

	”Be­cause, dear, you have very hot pants. I can tell by the way you are breath­ing. When you have hot pants, very hot pants, you like...you like any­thing con­cern­ing sex, well al­most any­thing. You might not like to get fucked by a maddened bull, for in­stance.“

	She shuddered. ”Oh, not that, daddy. That would frighten me to bits.“ She paused. ”Do you want to crawl on top of me, daddy, and stick it in?“

	Al­bert sighed again and looked at his old­est daugh­ter‘s tits. He ran his hands over them fondly. ”I think I would like to get on top and fuck you now, dear, if you will per­mit your old father to do so.“

	Her green eyes were filled with lust as he looked into them. ”Oh, daddy, please crawl on top of me and fuck me crazy.“

	Al­bert smiled tensely. ”You cer­tainly are hot to­night, dear. I like you this way. You‘re pos­it­ively lovely.“ It was quite evid­ent that Al­bert Gore knew how to talk to a wo­man, be the wo­man his daugh­ter or not. Talk­ing to a wo­man, no mat­ter who she was, he knew (prob­ably in­stinct­ively) was all im­port­ant. A man had to say the right things to ”get his nooky.“ Of­ten dur­ing the days when he had been younger and more likely to go to town and hang around the bars laugh­ing and jok­ing, as well as drink­ing, with the towns­men, he had taken spe­cial note of the men who knew how to talk to a wo­man and those who did not.

	These who did not al­most al­ways were the brag­ging types, the ones who talked a good con­quest, but who sel­dom, if ever, were able to get into a wo­man‘s pants, as the say­ing went in those days. On the other hand, the men who knew the right things to say to wo­men, and said them at the right time in the right man­ner, al­ways seemed to have plenty of nooky at their beck and call. These men said little about their con­quests-it wasn‘t ne­ces­sary. Be­sides, the sort of man who talked about the wo­men he made was re­garded by the real men of the town as be­ing a fake and a jerk. Al­bert Gore al­ways knew what to say, or al­most al­ways. Some­times he slipped up and said the wrong thing, but not of­ten. Even with his own kids he knew what to say, usu­ally. He treated his own daugh­ters as wo­men first, and daugh­ters second, a dis­tant second, by the way. They ap­peared to like it this way. Al­bert sel­dom pulled the father routine on them. He was a lover first, last and al­ways.

	Now, be­cause she had asked him to do it, he crawled on top of his old­est daugh­ter, though he had planned on hav­ing her sit on his cock. Al­bert liked to get fucked in this man­ner at times. How­ever she wanted him on top and do­ing it in the tra­di­tional man­ner, so that was the way he would do it. It was smart to have sex as the girls re­ques­ted. This made them feel im­port­ant and needed as well as re­spec­ted.

	The light be­ing turned on re­vealed his old­est daugh­ter‘s charms to his view. He never tired of look­ing at the body of a likely-look­ing fe­male, any likely-look­ing fe­male, but es­pe­cially his own kids. (He liked look­ing at his wife but, as has been demon­strated, she was loathe to have any­thing sexual to do with him and this in­cluded re­veal­ing her flesh.)

	Doris was, as we said, a red­headed beauty with green eyes, long, full breasts with nipples that were pink­ish and tiny, though her father had sucked on them many many times, which, some people be­lieve, of­ten causes nipples to be­come lar­ger. In Doris‘s case this had not happened-the nipples were as tiny as when she was ten. Al­bert knew this for he had of­ten viewed her breasts-what there was of them­when the girl was only ten. All of his daugh­ters, in­cid­ent­ally, had ripened early. Even Carol who was the young­est, at thir­teen had a more highly de­veloped set of tit­ties than most grown wo­men. This was one of the reas­ons why Al­bert Gore liked fuck­ing his own kin. He had a fond­ness for large and shapely breasts. Not too large, of course. He thought very large and un­gainly breasts were a bother­a­tion and a bore. For­tu­nately, he was not troubled by hav­ing to view such mon­stros­it­ies.

	Doris was flat on her back, her legs spread now, her right hand del­ic­ately hid­ing her cunt re­gion. Al­bert had taught his girls to do this, be­liev­ing that no fe­male should ex­pose her cunt to a man prior to in­ter­course. The cunt, he be­lieved, was not in ac­tu­al­ity all that lovely to look at. Of course if a man were half be­side him­self with heat and pas­sion he might want to glimpse a cunt be­fore shaft­ing it, but Al­bert Gore, while an ex­cep­tion­ally pas­sion­ate and down­right horny man, pre­ferred not to see the raw cunt be­fore­hand.

	Doris‘s tit­ties stood out in a most mad­den­ing way, al­most as if they were propped up.

	”Honey,“ Al­bert said ad­mir­ingly, ”do you know you have a pair of the most beau­ti­ful breasts I have ever seen?“

	Doris smiled nicely, her green eyes full of lust and sparkle. ”Thank you, daddy. You‘re very sweet to say that.“

	”I mean it, dear. Your breasts are pos­it­ively sub­lime.“ It will be seen that Mr. Al­bert Gore was no run-of-the mill farmer. He spoke well when the oc­ca­sion called for it, and he could be the per­fect gen­tle­man when ne­ces­sary. He could also talk along with the roughest of men if that happened to be ne­ces­sary. These days it was not, for Al­bert sel­dom went to town any more and es­pe­cially he did not hang around the town bar where the lan­guage could best be de­scribed as purple.

	”Ooo,“ Doris said, hav­ing taken an­other look at his penis which was at full stature now. ”Ooo, daddy, what a won­der­ful hard prick you have to­night. My, I hope I can swal­low all of that prick with my poor little cuntie.“

	Al­bert grinned, lik­ing her word for cunt. Cuntie. Some­how, com­ing from Doris, the word had a very hot sug­gest­ive sound to it, a very fuck­able sound. ”Your poor little cunt has swal­lowed it down many times be­fore, dear. What makes you think you won‘t be able to handle it this time?“

	She kissed him on the cheek, wetly, ”Oh, I‘ll handle all the cock you can stuff up my cuntie, daddy dear.“

	Al­bert‘s penis was so hard it was ac­tu­ally hurt­ing him. ”I think I‘ll get on top of you, dear,“ he said softly. She had let go of his penis some time be­fore. ”As you can see, my cock is al­most ready to burst.“

	”Ooo, daddy, don‘t let it do that. Not till you stuff it up my twat. I want that beau­ti­ful cock to do its burst­ing in­side of me, not all over the bed. I re­mem­ber one time when you went off all over the wall when you were try­ing to fuck me in the mouth.“ She looked sexu­ally at her father. ”That was the time I was sit­ting up in bed, propped up, I think on pil­lows. I had been sick or some­thing and you came in, took a long hard look at my tit­ties, got on the bed on your knees, walked on them till you were strad­dling my tummy and then...bang! Your penis blew up, so to speak. Do you re­mem­ber that time, daddy? My, how your jism hit the wall be­hind the bed. Mother was quite angry at you for stain­ing up the wall­pa­per as I re­call.“

	Al­bert grinned tightly. ”I re­mem­ber it. But don‘t worry. I have bet­ter con­trol over my penis now than I did that time. At least I hope I have. I should hate to waste my cock juice on the wall­pa­per when I have my lovely daugh­ter‘s cunt to de­posit it in.“

	”Ooo, daddy, you talk so hot. Stick it in. Let me feel that hard rod rub­bing against the sides of my hot cunt.“

	”You talk pretty hot your­self, dear.“

	”Stick it in me, please, daddy, you great big won­der­ful fuck-daddy.“

	”Fuck-daddy? You never called me that be­fore.“

	”I just made up the word. Hurry, please. My cunt wants to caress your cock, wants to jack it off in me. Ooo, daddy, I‘m so hot.“ Al­bert lay down and his daugh­ter spread her legs wide. He steered his out­rageously hard penis into her ex­tremely wet slit and thrust hard. It entered her with a sort of plop­ping sound and Al­bert knew the pleas­ing sen­sa­tion of be­ing in a fe­male. There was some­thing wildly ex­cit­ing about hav­ing one‘s penis in one‘s own daugh­ter. Hav­ing one‘s penis in one‘s daugh­ter was prob­ably the hot­test thing in all of sex. At least it was to Mr. Al­bert Gore. Ap­par­ently, it was an ex­tremely hot af­fair to Doris, also, for she made con­ten­ted sounds, al­most purring like a sat­is­fied kit­ten as her father began his strok­ing.

	”That‘s good, daddy. My, you are big aren‘t you?“

	”Yes,“ he grunted. ”The old joint seems eager to ex­plode to­night.“

	”Don‘t go off right away, daddy,“ she said quickly, ”Un­less of course you in­tend to fuck me all night long.“ She pat­ted her father‘s head lov­ingly. ”Why don‘t you fuck me all night long, daddy? Wouldn‘t you like to do that? As for me, I should love it. I can never get enough of my won­der­ful daddy‘s cock.“

	”We‘ll see, dear. Your mother, as you know, likes me to fuck all of you kids to keep peace in the fam­ily. I can‘t use too much of my cock at one time. I know you un­der­stand.“

	”Yes, daddy,“ she said agree­ably, ”I un­der­stand. I have five sis­ters who need your ser­vi­cing, too. I mustn‘t be selfish, though some­times it‘s ter­ribly hard not to be, you fuck so well, daddy.“ Al­bert Gore moved his penis in and out of his young daugh­ter‘s tight cunt with all the ex­pert­ise in the world, caus­ing her to shiver and shake with de­light. ”You‘re...very...sweet and un­der­stand­ing, Doris dear,“ he grunted, his penis aching al­most bey­ond his abil­ity to stand it.

	”Daddy,“ she said a mo­ment later. ”I can tell by the aw­ful hard­ness of your cock that you want to blow it off very soon. You just go ahead and please your­self, daddy. Never mind about me. I‘ll get my pleas­ure from pleas­ing you, hon­est I will.“

	Al­bert was pump­ing her cunt faster now and his breath­ing was faster. ”Thank you...dear...I do...seem to be...aw­ful horny to­night...for some reason. Oh...my God!“

	Doris began to pump her loins up­ward to meet his down­ward thrust. The ef­fect was a most pleas­ur­able sen­sa­tion and far too much for Mr. Al­bert Gore to handle. His cock seemed to ex­plode, he pumped very hard and deep and fast now as the tor­rent of thick gray good poured from his swollen penis into his daugh­ter s re­cep­ticle.

	”Ooo, daddy, give it to me,“ Doris cried ex­citedly. ”I can feel your cock juice hit­ting me in­side. Ooo, I love this...give me lots of it. Ooo...daddy...I‘m hav­ing an...or­gasm...oh daddy...oh! DADDY!“

	Al­bert con­tin­ued to pump cock into his daugh­ter as it ap­peared his penis was never go­ing to cease its hot flow. The stuff came out of him in such quant­it­ies that her cunt could not hold all of it. Much of it, after en­ter­ing her slit, trickled...then streamed down her thighs, some of it strik­ing his low-hanging balls, sear­ing them, wet­ting them, most pleas­antly.

	Some­how or other Doris had rolled him over on his back and was now above him, her cunt pump­ing, suck­ingly, at his penis, seek­ing to with­draw every fluid ounce from his in­ner body. Al­bert tried fuck­ing up­ward but this did not work well-nor was it ne­ces­sary-be­cause his cock was still squirt­ing wildly and won­der­fully so he re­mained still, his eyes closed for the mo­ment and per­mit­ted his hot, young daugh­ter to draw more and more of the male milk from his penis.

	”Ooo, daddy,“ she gasped. ”What a won­der­ful fuck ses­sion. Blow it, daddy, give it all to me. Give it all to ol‘ Doris.“

	Al­bert could only lie there, his ra­ging penis still spout­ing, his daugh­ter‘s tit­ties press­ing hard against his hairy male chest. What a lucky man he was. Seven pieces of ass in his own house­hold. No, not seven-six, since Jean no longer par­ti­cip­ated. Very well. Six it was. Six hot-blooded young fe­males, all of them anxious and eager to go to bed with him. All of them will­ing to spread legs and re­ceive the of­fer­ings of his po­tent cock. Ah, yes. In­deed he was a lucky man. What man could ask for more than he, Al­bert Gore, pos­sessed. Al­bert Gore was one of the richest men on earth. Not in money, in sexual op­por­tun­it­ies, which to him was even more im­port­ant.

	”Daddy,“ Doris com­plained pret­tily, kiss­ing his mouth hun­grily, ”you aren‘t listen­ing to me.“

	Al­bert pulled him­self back into real­ity. ”What did you say, child?“ he asked, as his daugh­ter con­tin­ued to pump at his cock.

	She stopped pump­ing and lay quiet on top of him, her warm, soft body press­ing down against his own hairy, per­spir­ing one. ”I asked you if you‘d like me to stop fuck­ing you for a while, let you rest, and then French your penis.“ She giggled. ”I just love say­ing that. French your penis. What else is there to French on a man?“

	”I‘m told,“ he said, breath­ing heav­ily, ”that some wo­men dunk their hus­band‘s ass.“

	”Dunk? What‘s that? Oh, you mean stick my tongue up your butt and wiggle it around. Gee, what a pleas­ant idea. Why haven‘t we ever tried that, daddy? Do men ever do that to girls?“

	”Cer­tainly, and we shall try it one of these days. Right now, I think you had bet­ter get off and let me get back to bed with your mother. She‘ll be won­der­ing what took me so long. Your mother has the idea that I‘m a quick fuck.“

	”Does she? Why I don‘t think you‘re a quick fuck, daddy. I think you keep it go­ing a very long time. You al­ways grat­ify me, I know. Well, usu­ally.“ She pulled her body up and away from him, his penis pulling out of her with a soft pop­ping sound.

	Al­bert sat up on the side of the bed, his penis still hard, very wet and red look­ing. ”I de­clare, Doris dear, you fuck your poor old daddy just fine some­times. This time was one of your bet­ter ef­forts.“

	”I want to please my daddy,“ she said simply. ”That‘s why I have a cunt, to please a man, in this case my sweet daddy.“

	He leaned over and pat­ted her on the bare rump. ”You‘re a good piece of ass, dear, and daddy loves you. Don‘t ever for­get that. Daddy loves you very much.“

	She smiled. ”Thank you, daddy. I love you, too. I also love to fuck off your penis.“ Al­bert got off the bed, found his night­dress, one of the old-fash­ioned vari­ety, put it on, waved to her and left the room. He did not go back to his own bed­room, how­ever. He went to the bed­room of Di­ane, his eight­een-year-old daugh­ter. She was, like Doris had been, deep in slum­ber. Al­bert re­moved his night­dress, and climbed in bed with her. He ran his hot hands over her young, smooth flesh. She was na­ked, for he had taught his daugh­ters that they must al­ways sleep in the raw. Di­ane did not awaken so Al­bert took a titty in his mouth and sucked on the warm, soft pro­jec­tion. Like Doris, Di­ane had lovely breasts, a sight to see, and Al­bert wished the light was on as it had been in Doris‘s room. How­ever, he did not turn it on. He gen­er­ally left that up to his kids. If they wanted the light on to see what they were do­ing, fine. It didn‘t al­ways mat­ter to Al­bert. He could get his sat­is­fac­tion through his sense of feel, and feel­ing her up was what he was do­ing in ad­di­tion to suck­ing her titty. He knew she was awake when she mur­mured his name, but he con­tin­ued to suck her tit, run­ning his hands up and down her long, smooth legs. When he placed his hand over her hair-covered cunt, she fully awoke.

	”Oh, dear. . . , ” she gasped. ”What...is...it?“ Al­bert‘s an­swer was to kiss her mouth and plunge one of his fin­gers into her tight, little cunt.

	”Oh...it‘s you, daddy.“

	Di­ane began im­me­di­ately to suck tongues with her father, but fi­nally he drew away. ”I‘ve just been fuck­ing your sis­ter, Doris, dear. I wanted some more cunt. Do you have any cunt to of­fer your poor old father? ”

	Di­ane kissed his face im­puls­ively, hotly. ”Oh, daddy, you can enter my cunt any time you feel like it. Or...would you rather have me suck it?“ Her hand found his hard cock and held it in a lov­ing man­ner.

	”What nice, lovely daugh­ters I have, he sighed. ”I‘m a very lucky man.“

	”Your daugh­ters are the lucky ones, daddy dear. What other girls have a daddy who is such a hot fucker as you? Most girls have to settle for pet­ting with a boy in a parked car. Not us, daddy. We get the real treat­ment...and we get it from a real man, not a dumb boy who is apt to fumble and go off on the car seat in­stead of grat­i­fy­ing a girl first.“

	”You‘re very sweet, dear,“ Al­bert said, mean­ing every word of it. Did any man ever have such beau­ti­ful, easy-to-get-along-with daugh­ters? How many men had kids who were not only will­ing to per­mit him to fuck them, but who were down­right eager to have him do it.

	”Daddy, would you mind very much if, in­stead of fuck­ing you, I took your penis in my mouth and suckled it?“

	Al­bert smiled in the dark. ”Not at all, dear. You may do as you wish.“

	”May I turn on the light?“ she asked just as Doris had done. ”I like to see your erec­tion when I suck on it.“ Al­bert smiled again. ”Turn the light on, honey. If you want to look at my prick I don‘t mind.“ Al­bert was proud of his very mas­cu­line-look­ing body, but he had the good sense not to brag about it to the girls.

	The light came on, flood­ing the bed­room with il­lu­min­a­tion and caus­ing Al­bert to blink. He glanced at him­self first, not­ing his ri­gid­ity and the way it seemed to cling to his tummy. He then glanced quickly at Di­ane and saw that she was on her hands and knees, her shapely, en­ti­cing tit­ties hanging down in a mad­den­ing man­ner. Di­ane was a blonde with very blue eyes and those blue eyes were presently filled with lust. She stared at his cock and moistened her lips sug­gest­ively.

	”Gee, daddy, you have a pretty cock. I‘m go­ing to kiss it. Now don‘t you go off on my face, not that I‘d mind it-I just want it in my mouth.“ She bent her head and lightly kissed the side of his cock, play­fully tak­ing it, side­ways, between her even white teeth and pre­tend­ing to bite it.

	”Be care­ful, honey,“ he warned. ”It‘s the only one we have.“ The ”we“ was not lost on her. She smiled pret­tily. ”Oh, daddy, aren‘t you the teaser. I know it‘s the only cock in the fam­ily. Thank heaven it is. If you had two, think of all the con­fu­sion there would be. Two of us suck­ing or fuck­ing you at the same time. I‘m not sure I‘d like you if you had two.“ Al­bert smiled again. ”Well, don‘t worry about it. I prom­ise not to grow an­other penis.“ She laughed lightly. ”If you do will you let me suck them both off? ” ”I thought you didn‘t want me to have two cocks.“ She kissed his tummy and ran her tongue over the hairy part of it, the front. Go­ing lower down, she also kissed the head of his throb­bing prick. She then ran her tongue up the side of his penis much in the man­ner of a small child with an ice cream cone, the dif­fer­ence be­ing that his cock was ex­tremely warm whereas ice cream is not.

	”You know some­thing, daddy,“ Di­ane said look­ing at him lust­fully. ”Some­time I‘d like you to fuck me in the ass again, like you did a month ago. It hurt like mad for a while, but I‘ve been think­ing and dream­ing about it ever since.“

	Al­bert was genu­inely as­ton­ished. ”I thought you didn‘t care much for my corn-hole job on you, dear. You put up quite a fuss about get­ting it in the as­shole, I seem to re­mem­ber.“

	”It scared me, daddy, that‘s all. Like I said, I‘ve been think­ing and dream­ing about get­ting that long, hard prick up my ass ever since.“

	”All right, honey. Tell you what. Turn over and flat­ten your­self-on your tummy, I mean. I‘ll get on top of your ass and sink the old shaft up your pretty little butt. I prom­ise to be very care­ful and not hurt you any more than is ne­ces­sary.“

	Di­ane cried out a happy little cry and flopped over on her tummy. She turned her head, how­ever, so she could watch her father as he walked on his knees un­til his penis was dir­ectly over her butt. Al­bert lay down on her, mar­veling, as he al­ways did, at how well a girl or wo­man‘s ass fits a man‘s front re­gion. At one time, far back in time, man must have fucked his fe­males in the rear man­ner, he thought. Not in the as­shole, prob­ably, but in the cunt, just as all other an­im­als do today.

	Al­bert had a sort of the­ory about why there were so many men in the vari­ous parts of the world who pre­ferred fuck­ing a girl in the ass to fuck­ing her in the cunt. It was a throw­back to older days, days lost in an­tiquity. Now, as he steered his long, hard tool up his daugh­ter‘s del­ic­ate as­shole, he knew the feel­ing of be­ing ”home“ that so many other men had ex­per­i­enced, and con­tin­ued to even in this day and age. ”Home,“ to Al­bert, meant the ori­ginal nat­ural po­s­i­tion for fuck­ing. Without doubt it was more nor­mal for a man to fuck a wo­man from the rear than to do so while she lay flat on her back, her legs spread in an un­nat­ural po­s­i­tion, while he tried to ef­fect en­trance in this, yes, strange, awk­ward po­s­i­tion.

	”I love it when you ram it up my ass, daddy, but do be care­ful not to hurt me too much, please,“ Di­ane pleaded.

	”I‘ll try not to hurt your as­shole, dear. I‘ll try just to grat­ify you. I love fuck­ing your ass just as much as you love get­ting it in the ass.“

	”Oh, daddy, you‘re so smart. You know, don‘t you, that I have a yen for get­ting corn-holed, as you call it.“

	”Per­fectly all right. If my sweet little girl wants it in the ass, then she shall get it in the ass. I want my girls to be sat­is­fied, al­ways.“

	Di­ane sighed. ”Oh, daddy, did a girl ever have such a won­der­ful father as you? I just love you to pieces, daddy dear.“

	Al­bert pushed his cock into her as­shole, feel­ing the res­ist­ance to it at first, and then with more thrust be­ing ad­ded, feel­ing it slip up in­side of her. Di­ane squealed and squirmed about a little but then, some­how or other, she seemed to lift her butt to meet his down-thrust­ing penis. This agit­ated Al­bert a great deal-he had never known one of his girls to thrust her ass up to meet him, though he had not corn-holed all of them.

	Or had he?

	Di­ane lay quietly, but she thrust her ass up to meet his penis, and took most of his cock as soon as he was able to work it into her. Al­bert rather liked corn-hol­ing-it was some­thing dif­fer­ent. In this case, he es­pe­cially liked it be­cause his daugh­ter, Di­ane, had asked him to do it to her. Al­bert liked hav­ing his kids ex­press a pref­er­ence for the mode of fuck­ing they wanted from him. He did not care for the luke­warm wo­man who re­luct­antly spreads her legs, sighs, and ”puts up“ with it. He thought such wo­men were freaks, be­cause they didn‘t enter eagerly into the most fas­cin­at­ing act of life. It was too bad, and some­times he felt sorry for such wo­men-they were liv­ing, but only in the sense that their hearts were beat­ing; they were never really alive. Wo­men who were not en­thu­si­astic con­cern­ing sex were all but stone dead in Al­bert‘s opin­ion. Even think­ing about such cold, un­re­spons­ive fe­males made him shiver with dis­gust.

	”Some­thing wrong, daddy?“ Di­ane asked, evid­ently feel­ing his shiv­er­ing.

	”No, no. I was just think­ing about some­thing. My, your ass is tight and warm. Tell me, dear, does it hurt you very much? My penis, I mean?“

	”It hurts a little, daddy, but I love it rammed up in­side of me.“ Al­bert drew back and then thrust for­ward sink­ing his erec­tion far up her butt. She cried out, grasped the pil­low and hung onto it as though it were some­thing strong and firm and not merely a pil­low.

	”Be hon­est, honey,“ Al­bert said in her pretty ear. ”Does my cock up your as­shole hurt that much? Tell your father.“

	”No, daddy. It‘s just that...well, you have such a ter­ribly long cock...I don‘t be­lieve there is a girl liv­ing today who could take all of your cock, either up the ass or in the cunt or mouth without win­cing. Your cock is a beau­ti­ful mon­ster, daddy.“ She giggled pleas­antly.

	”Yes,“ he said, sigh­ing, ”that‘s what your mother used to tell me be­fore she stopped fuck­ing me!“

	”Don‘t worry about her, daddy. You have all six of us girls to fuck. We prob­ably aren‘t as good a piece of ass as mother, but we can try to please our daddy. At least I do. I al­ways try very hard to make you come in me, daddy.“

	Al­bert Gore kissed his daugh­ter‘s ear play­fully. ”You‘re a very sweet fuck, dear. I love to fuck you...up the ass...any­where your little heart de­sires it. And you do very well in mak­ing me go off in your body, honey. I like go­ing off in your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Just go­ing off in such a nice girl, in such a pretty girl as my Di­ane is pure pleas­ure.“ Say­ing this, Al­bert stroked his cock in and out of her tight, little as­shole sev­eral times. It was only when she cried out and clutched at his arm that he ceased. ”Some­thing wrong, dear?, ” Al­bert asked kindly. ”Am I hurt­ing you with my prick?“

	”Oh...daddy...I don‘t know how to tell you this.“ Al­bert placed his head next to hers. It felt nice hav­ing his rough face touch her smooth soft skin and at the same time have his penis bur­ied deeply in her ass. ”Don‘t know how to tell me what, dear?“ he asked softly.

	”I guess...you had bet­ter hurry and go off in me, daddy.“ Al­bert un­der­stood im­me­di­ately. Bath­room stuff. Toi­let busi­ness. She did not want to spell it out for him for fear of caus­ing him to lose his erec­tion. He had per­fect con­trol over his gen­it­als-in­so­far as any man can have any con­trol -so he stroked her swiftly, felt the peak com­ing, and with his breath­ing faster than it had been, he re­leased his cum up her ass. She cried out and reach­ing around at­tempt­ing to pat his bare butt lov­ingly. She only man­aged to pat him twice, for he had pulled his cock out of the pit of her ass and was up from the bed.

	”Thank you, dear,“ he said kindly and quickly left the room. Al­bert was some­what dis­mayed, not much, but some­what. He shrugged. Susan, his sev­en­teen-year-old would be next, could be next in line to re­ceive cock, if he so de­sired. He de­cided to wait awhile and went into the main room of the farm­house and found a bottle of wine. Al­bert sel­dom drank for he had an in­stinct­ive fear of al­co­hol, his father and one of his uncles hav­ing be­come al­co­hol­ics dur­ing their middle years. Al­bert was de­term­ined that such a thing would not hap­pen to him and the one way to beat his fear was not to drink at all. Al­bert did not fol­low this the­ory all the way-he did take a drink of wine on oc­ca­sion, but he was al­ways care­ful not to over­in­dulge. In fact, the only time in his life he drank too much was the same night his wife had in­formed him that she no longer cared to in­dulge in sex with him. Of course, that was enough to drive the sanest of men to drink.

	Now, he sipped his small glass of wine and when it was gone, he felt bet­ter in his mind. He hated to have his fuck ses­sions cut short by such a thing as had just happened. How­ever, Al­bert knew that Di­ane would never have done such a thing, would never had told him she was ”in trouble“ un­less it had sud­denly be­come ur­gent. (While he sat sip­ping his wine, he had heard her leave her bed­room and go to the toi­let hur­riedly.)


Susan.

	He found her sleep­ing in her bed just as he had Doris and Di­ane. All of his daugh­ters had sep­ar­ate bed­rooms-it was a very large old farm­house and there was no reason why they should not. Be­sides, it was nice to go to their rooms at night and know there would be no one else there to spoil his fun. Cor­rec­tion. Spoil their fun. Al­bert Gore knew his daugh­ters en­joyed re­ceiv­ing the of­fer­ings of his cock just as much as he en­joyed giv­ing it to them.

	All in all, it made for a nice, ex­cit­ing fam­ily life, he felt.

	He climbed into bed with Susan, who was the light­est skinned of all his daugh­ters and who had very blond hair. Her tit­ties were lovely and well-shaped just as all his kids‘ tit­ties were. He knew he had a good-look­ing fam­ily as well as a very sexy one. Just as he had done many times be­fore, he con­grat­u­lated him­self on be­ing an ex­tremely lucky man.

	Susan was sleep­ing and when he touched her tit­ties, she stirred on the bed. Her tit­ties were very warm and soft and in­stantly Al­bert‘s penis be­came erect and hard. Susan stirred a bit more when he threw off the cov­ers and kissed her na­ked tummy. She, too, slept in the raw be­cause, as we have stated, he had taught all of his kids to sleep that way. Al­bert wanted them ready for him when he came to fuck. Be­sides, even if he didn‘t fuck them, it was a pleas­ant thing to con­tem­plate all those young warm bod­ies ly­ing na­ked in the vari­ous beds.

	”Daddy,“ Susan said sleepily, for she, also, used this term of par­ental en­dear­ment.

	”Yes, dear,“ he re­spon­ded. ”It‘s daddy.“

	”Are you go­ing to fuck me, daddy?“

	”Yes dear, if you want me to.“

	Susan sighed in the dark. ”Yes, of course I want my daddy to fuck me. My daddy fucks bet­ter‘n any­body in the whole world.“

	”And how do you know that, dear?“ he asked, rather sharply.

	”Be­cause you told me you did.“

	”Ah, yes, to be sure. Of course I did. I had for­got­ten. My, how con­ceited of me to tell you that.“

	”I thought it was nice, daddy...do you want me on my back, on my hands and knees or what?“

	”Would you like to dog-fuck, dear.“

	”I don‘t mind. Any way you want to do it, daddy.“

	”Why don‘t you sit on my cock, Susan? I think I‘d like it done that way. You haven‘t sat on my cock in weeks.“

	”Do you want to get out of bed and use a chair, daddy? I can sit on you pretty good that way.“

	”No. Let‘s stay right here in bed. I‘ll get on my back and you get over me and settle down over my cock. Can you do that in the dark or should we turn on a light?“

	”Oh, I can do it in the dark, daddy, but I know how you are about want­ing to see what‘s hap­pen­ing, so I‘ll turn the light on.“ Say­ing this, she did turn on the light, for sud­denly Al­bert found him­self blink­ing at the bed lamp dir­ectly over­head and very much in his eyes. ”Oh...daddy...what a big prick you have to­night. I‘ll bet you‘ve been fuck­ing Sharon or Debbie or some­body, haven‘t you? I can smell their cunts on your flesh.“ Al­bert was stirred by this, pleas­antly. ”I‘ve been fuck­ing, honey, he told Susan, ”but you have the wrong names.“

	”You‘ve had it into mother?“

	”You know bet­ter than that, dear.“ Al­bert was slightly an­noyed at this.

	”Now daddy...don‘t be mad at me. I shouldn‘t have said that, I know. You must have had it into either Doris or Di­ane.“

	”Both of them,“ he told her hon­estly.

	”And didn‘t they sat­isfy my daddy at all?“

	”They were very good,“ he said some­what gruffly, ”but it so hap­pens I need more fuck­ing.“

	”Then I‘ll sit on your cock and pump it out of you up my cunt, daddy.“ Al­bert lay flat on his back, his legs to­gether, his hands on his chest. Susan crawled over him walk­ing on her knees un­til her cunt was over his erec­tion. She giggled once but seized his gi­ant cock and steered it into the warmth and wet­ness of her cunt. Then, mak­ing a face as she ma­nip­u­lated, she settled down over his penis un­til her cunt had swal­lowed all of it.

	”Oh, it‘s so long and large to­night, daddy. Whatever makes it so long and large?“

	”It‘s gen­er­ally this way, child,“ he said.

	”Please don‘t call me ‚child,‘ daddy.“

	”I‘m sorry. I apo­lo­gize. It‘s just that every now and then I think of you as be­ing...what was it, ten, el­even years old...that first time you wanted me to fuck you.“

	Susan giggled again. ”Oh, daddy, you lad­der.“ She did not mean this as a pun. ”You were the one who wanted to do the fuck­ing. I didn‘t even know what it was then.“

	”Oh, yes,“ he pre­ten­ded to re­mem­ber. ”It must have been Doris who asked me to fuck her when she was el­even.“

	”I wouldn‘t be sur­prised, daddy. Doris is an aw­fully hot girl.“

	”So are you, dear. Very hot. Can you...move up and down now and work me off?“

	”Sure, daddy. Just leave it to Susan. Susan is the best sit-down-and-fuck-daddy girl in the world.“

	”I have to ad­mit you do this very well, honey,“ he told her, mean­ing it.

	Susan began to move her cunt up and down on his erec­tion, rub­bing his hard flesh with her soft, wet in­ner body in a way that was enough to make an or­din­ary man ex­plode im­me­di­ately. Al­bert Gore, how­ever, was no or­din­ary man. He had been fuck­ing his daugh­ters for years, and he knew their sexual tricks and man­euvers, every one of them. Susan was a great one for kiss­ing, for in­stance, though in a po­s­i­tion such as this one, there wasn‘t much left to kiss, save his mouth, and she prob­ably could not reach him there without break­ing the cock-cunt con­tact.

	”Does my cunt feel good wrapped about your cock, daddy?“ she asked without stop­ping her move­ment.

	Al­bert liked the way she had put it. ”Yes, honey, your cunt feels good wrapped about my cock. My cock likes it, the feel of your warm cunt.“

	”Oh, daddy.“ Susan leaned over and kissed his cheek, mi­ra­cu­lously not break­ing con­tact with him lower down. She straightened up a little. ”Suck my tit­ties, daddy, while my cunt fucks off your cock.“

	Al­bert grinned tightly. God, she cer­tainly had a way of talk­ing that made a man as ex­cited as hell. Many times he had tried to de­cide which of his six daugh­ters was the hot­test of the bunch, but he could never make up his mind for cer­tain. It seemed to be a ques­tion of which girl he was hav­ing in­ter­course with at the time he at­temp­ted to make the de­cision. If he was with Susan, he thought she was the hot­test. If Doris was suck­ing his prick frantic­ally, he would think she was the one with the most pas­sion. That was the way it went. He could not de­cide def­in­itely, and this made for a very pleas­ant life. Al­bert had con­grat­u­lated him­self so many times on be­ing a lucky man, he had for­got­ten how many.

	”Suck my tit­ties, daddy,“ Susan re­peated, a tiny frown on her pretty face. ”That is, if you want to. I don‘t want my daddy suck­ing my tit­ties if he doesn‘t want to.“

	”Of course I want to, dear. I just was...think­ing about some­thing.“ Al­bert lif­ted his head with an ef­fort, and be­cause she was lean­ing over him, had no dif­fi­culty in tak­ing a tit between his lips and suck­ing it. The tit was won­der­fully soft and warm and stim­u­lat­ing. He knew it was prob­ably not true but it felt as if his already enorm­ous cock be­came slightly big­ger.

	”Oh...daddy...your cock...it‘s get­ting so...big...how can it get any...big­ger...dear me,“ Susan gasped.

	Al­bert, her tit still in his mouth, began a slow up­ward fuck­ing move­ment. Susan placed her hands on his hips to steady her­self, and he was able to go deeply into her cunt even as she gasped and moved her loins in a sort of counter ac­tion to his. The ef­fect of this was to cause Al­bert to lose con­trol, and with her tit in his mouth yet, he ex­ploded his jism up her cunt with such fe­ro­city that it im­me­di­ately drained out of her cunt and ran down on his own flesh. Al­bert didn‘t pay any at­ten­tion to this. He sucked her tit sav­agely as he pumped out the con­tents of his penis, squirt­ing wildly into his young daugh­ter‘s hole, and then slump­ing back on the pil­low, her body fol­low­ing his, con­tact not be­ing broken between his in­flamed cock and her eager cunt, while he sucked wildly on her young-girl tit.

	Then, he was gone from her room ready to take on one of his other daugh­ters as soon as he had had a couple drinks of wine to steady him. He drank them quickly. Al­bert of­ten op­er­ated in this fash­ion, go­ing from one daugh­ter to an­other, with a drink of wine in between. When the ”hots,“ as he called them, struck him there was noth­ing for him to do, some­times, but to fuck all of his daugh­ters, all six of them. One daugh­ter was never enough when this mad­ness came over him-it re­quired many cunts to grat­ify him.

	Debbie was to be num­ber four on his list for the night.

	Debbie was al­most a du­plic­ate of Doris ex­cept that she was only six­teen and had blue eyes rather than green ones, as did Doris. Debbie‘s tit­ties were some­what smal­ler than Doris‘s but then, what girl‘s were not? Doris had breasts that were un­be­liev­ably large while Debbie‘s were smal­ler, per­haps bet­ter shaped and stood straight out from her torso in the most mad­den­ing man­ner ima­gin­able. A man could simply look at Debbie na­ked and go off provided he was virile enough. Al­bert Gore had once done this very thing, and he re­called it now as he crept into bed with his hot-blooded, six­teen-year-old daugh­ter. Like the other three, she was sleep­ing soundly as he ran his hand up her nude, smooth leg, stop­ping at her cunt and thrust a fin­ger into it care­fully but mean­ing­fully. Debbie came awake faster than had the other girls.

	”Hello, daddy,“ she said, sound­ing for all the world just like the oth­ers. Al­bert liked his kids to call him daddy when he was fuck­ing them or about to do so. There was some­thing about hear­ing the word from the kids‘ mouths that made him es­pe­cially pas­sion­ate. ”Did you want to fuck me, daddy?“ she went on, turn­ing on her side and lift­ing one leg so he might get his fin­ger fur­ther in­side her cunt, ap­par­ently.

	In­stead of pok­ing it in fur­ther, Al­bert with­drew it and licked it, lov­ing the taste of the cunt se­cre­tions that had clung to his fin­ger.

	”How‘s my little girl?“ he asked softly, his lips at her ear.

	”Sleepy, daddy, but ready to fuck you if that is what you want from me.“

	”How nice,“ he re­turned. ”You‘re very sweet, Debbie.“

	”Thank you, daddy. But you didn‘t say if you wanted to fuck me or not. Do you, or do you want me to cop your joint?“

	”I think I‘ll just...leave it up to you. How do you want to gain your sat­is­fac­tion this time?“ Al­bert was smart-he gen­er­ally switched things around so that it ap­peared his daugh­ters were try­ing to fuck him in­stead of the op­pos­ite.

	She did not an­swer but he felt her mov­ing down on the bed, then felt her soft hands clutch­ing at his hips, her warm, wet lips circ­ling his drip­ping erec­tion. He heard her squeal with de­light when he squir­ted a little into her mouth and im­me­di­ately she began suck­ing his penis us­ing a very fast head-bob­bing move­ment. Ah...this was nice. This was so...damned nice. Be­ing sucked by one‘s six­teen-year-old daugh­ter was a won­der­ful sen­sa­tion. It ten­ded to make a man glad he was alive.

	She placed her hands un­der his balls, lift­ing them gently as her lips and tongue went to work on his sens­it­ive penis.

	”My dear Debbie,“ he gasped. ”I swear I‘m go­ing to blow it down your throat if you keep this up.“

	”Oh, daddy,“ she cried thickly. ”Please blow your goo down my throat. I love it. Please don‘t wait, blow it now.“

	He could very eas­ily have filled her eager mouth des­pite the fact that he had already gone off in the bod­ies of Doris, Di­ane and Susan, but for some un­ex­plain­able reason, he did not do so.

	He was ter­ribly hot and the urge to blow was strong, but he wanted some­thing more. It came to him then what it was. Turn­ing his body about on the bed-even as she con­tin­ued to furi­ously suck his cock, he placed his lips near her young cunt and kissed the soft, warm flesh ten­derly. A mo­ment later he lif­ted her leg and got his head between her thighs, kiss­ing the flesh all around him with great pas­sion. He found her cunt then and del­ic­ately slipped the tip of his tongue into the charmed en­trance. He began to wiggle his tongue about rap­idly and was re­war­ded by hear­ing her cry out with de­light time after time. Even though she made these sounds her cock-suck­ing ef­forts had not di­min­ished, but on the con­trary had in­creased in fury and pas­sion. It was now get­ting to the point where Al­bert had to fight to re­tain. He very much wanted to re­tain awhile longer so he might work her up to an even higher pitch by suck­ing and tonguing her tight, little cunt.

	This he did and con­tin­ued to do.

	”Daddy, your cock tastes like you had it in all the other girls. Have you, daddy?“ He lif­ted his mouth away from her de­li­cious cunt. ”What, dear?“ he asked, not hav­ing clearly heard her ques­tion. ”What did you say?“

	”I asked you if you had fucked all the other girls to­night.“

	”No, dear,“ he replied hon­estly. ”I still have you and Sharon to do.“ She had re­moved her wet lips from his quiv­er­ing penis. ”Some­time, daddy, will you let me suck you off be­fore you‘ve stuck it up the cunts of the oth­ers?“

	”Why cer­tainly, honey. To­mor­row night, maybe, I‘ll do just that.“

	”Oh, daddy, you‘re so nice to all of us.“

	”I try to be fair,“ he said.

	”Will you please suck my cunt again and make me come, daddy? And daddy...,“ she went on, ”please blow your stuff in my mouth soon. I want to swal­low it.“

	”Very well, dear. Please re­sume suck­ing it.“

	”All right, daddy. Mmmmm, I love to suck your prick. You have the nicest prick in...all the world.“ There it was again, this com­pli­ment. ”How would you know, honey? You‘ve never sucked an­other cock, have you? ” Just as the oth­ers had done, Debbie giggled. ”Of course not, daddy. Why would I want to suck some boy‘s prick when I have my own sweet daddy‘s very large one to work on. Boys pricks aren‘t much any­way.“

	”And how do you know that?“

	She hes­it­ated for just a frac­tion of a minute.

	”Well, at school, there‘s this hole in the wall between the boys‘ room and the girls‘ room. We know the boys sneak peeks at us all the time, but they don‘t know we steal peeks at them more. I bet I‘ve seen the prick of every boy in school, ex­cept old sissy-cat Percy Aimes. He won‘t go to the boy‘s room at all, they say. He goes out be­hind the coal shed or some­where when he has to piss, though he‘s such an aw­ful sissy he would never think of it as piss­ing. He‘s the kind that would call it mak­ing wa­ter or some­thing.“

	Al­bert Gore lay back on the bed, laugh­ing. It was not un­til she began to kiss his balls and crotch that he was able to stop. When her hungry lips went around his enorm­ous cock, he re­turned to kiss­ing and tonguing her twat, which was very wet and hot and just the way he liked it to be.

	”How nice your twat is, dear,“ he mur­mured. ”So wet and hot and lovely.“

	”Thank you, daddy,“ she cried out, her words thick sound­ing be­cause she had his prick between her lips. ”Your cock is so nice to suck on. I‘d rather suck daddy‘s cock,“ she went on as if talk­ing to a third party, ”than any­one else‘s in the world. My daddy has the hot­test cock you‘ll ever find.“

	”Thank you, dear,“ Al­bert re­turned, his lips suck­ing at her wet in­ner cunt, for she had opened her cunt con­sid­er­ably, and it was easier to get in­side it.

	Debbie‘s head was bob­bing for quite a period of time be­fore Al­bert real­ized that they were do­ing it in the dark in­stead of hav­ing the light turned on as had been the case with his three older daugh­ters. He de­lib­er­ated on this for a while, try­ing to de­cide which way was bet­ter in the dark or with the lights on. He de­cided that both ways had their good points. It was easier to con­cen­trate in the dark, for ex­ample, while it was, of course, more pleas­ur­able to be able to see the daugh­ter‘s charms. He al­most sighed even as his tongue tip ran the length of her small cunt. Debbie prob­ably had the smal­lest cunt of the six girls. He wondered about this. Why would one girl‘s cunt be smal­ler than an­other‘s? All of them had re­ceived about the same amount of fuck­ing from his enorm­ous penis so that could not be the reason. Oh, well . . .

	Al­bert got his mind off this and re­turned to con­cen­trat­ing on the young lovely cunt that was pressed against his lips and tongue.

	”Daddy, dear,“ Debbie cried, ”please blow your cock off in my mouth.“ It must have been the way she said it that caused him to lose con­trol and re­lease sud­denly. He had wanted to work her up to an even higher pitch, but this was not to be. His cock began to squirt furi­ously, and when it did so, he felt her suck­ing mouth work­ing on his cock in a fren­zied man­ner. Debbie was a very good cock-sucker-prob­ably the best of his six daugh­ters. He never un­der­stood why this should be true, but it was. Her mouth was not dif­fer­ent from the oth­ers. It must have been her urge to suck that made the dif­fer­ence. At any rate, when Debbie sucked his cock it felt like his as­shole was go­ing to fall out of him. Now, as his cock gushed its fluid, she was suck­ing the swollen tube as if she might never again have the op­por­tun­ity. Al­bert Gore was forced to cease kiss­ing and tonguing her cunt-he simply could not con­cen­trate on en­joy­ing the hap­pen­ings at both ends of his body at the same time. Not now he couldn‘t. Some­times he could do this. It de­pended on which of his daugh­ters was suck­ing his cock. With Debbie-well, it was just im­possible usu­ally, and this was one of the times.

	Fi­nally, he stopped squirt­ing, and Debbie ran her lips and tongue over his penis, cleans­ing it and swal­low­ing his goo while smack­ing her lips and mak­ing little coo­ing sounds.

	”You like suck­ing me off, don‘t you, dear?“ Al­bert asked, his head now rest­ing on a pil­low.

	She ran her tongue over the head of his cock once more and then re­moved her lips from him. ”Oh, daddy, some­times I wish you had fif­teen pricks...so I could suck all of them. I just love to suck you off, daddy. I like the way you squirt your stuff between my lips. It makes me feel happy.“

	”It makes me feel happy, too, honey,“ he said softly, pat­ting her sweat-soaked hair. ”You‘re a lovely little cock-sucker, I must say.“

	”Oh, daddy,“ she squealed. ”That makes me so hot to hear you call me that.“ My, he thought, what a fine bunch of kids I have. What man could ask for more? I get all the fuck­ing and suck­ing that other men only dream of get­ting. I‘m an ex­tremely for­tu­nate guy. Aloud he said, ”I‘m glad it makes you hot, dear. I like to have all my girls hot all the time.“ She kissed the side of his face wetly. ”Want me to suck your balls, daddy? I‘d love to, you know. I‘ll even suck your as­shole if you‘d like that, stick my tongue up it and make be­lieve I‘m fuck­ing it.“ Al­bert smiled in the dark­ness. ”Turn on the light, dear. I want to look at you.“ The light came on quickly. Her tits stood out prom­in­ently and in such a man­ner that he was temp­ted to suck them, but he did not. He had already gone off four times this night, and he had two more daugh­ters to take care of. No, he had bet­ter not fool around with Debbie any­more. He had bet­ter get out of her bed and let her drop off to sleep again.

	”Daddy,“ she said sud­denly, ”you aren‘t go­ing to leave me, are you?“ Al­bert was already out of the bed and stand­ing on the floor, na­ked. ”Yes, dear. I must get on with it.“ He did not ex­plain what he meant she knew per­fectly well what he meant.

	Debbie sighed. ”Oh, dear me...I did so want to suck your as­shole, daddy. Could you come back after you have fucked the oth­ers?“

	Al­bert smiled at his six­teen-year-old beauty. ”Per­haps, honey. We‘ll see how daddy feels later. Good-bye for now, honey.“

	”Good-bye, daddy. I mean good night, daddy. If you get hot and need to be sucked off, please come to me. I prom­ise I‘ll suck you off bet­ter next time.“

	”You mustn‘t talk like that, dear,“ he told her, frown­ing ever so little. ”Don‘t you cut your­self down. As I told you earlier, you are a very ex­cel­lent cock-sucker. I like the way you suck me off. You do a very good job of it, and I love it. There now...does that make you feel bet­ter?“

	”Oh...daddy,“ she sighed, ”you‘re so nice to us.“


CHAPTER TWO

	Sharon was next on the list. Al­bert liked to start with the old­est daugh­ter and work down to the young­est. Some­times, how­ever, he was forced to re­verse this pro­ced­ure, be­cause of a feel­ing he would have re­gard­ing his cap­ab­il­it­ies. If he felt he could not handle all six girls, couldn‘t go off six times in their col­lect­ive bod­ies, then in all fair­ness he must start with the young­est girl. How­ever, this time he had the feel­ing that he could fuck and be sucked all the night long. It was beau­ti­ful to be this virile, this full of juice just wait­ing to be re­leased.

	Sharon was sleep­ing just ex­actly as had been the other girls. He climbed into bed and felt her na­ked body, its heat and soft­ness, im­me­di­ately. In­stead of run­ning his hand up her leg as he had the oth­ers, he star­ted off by kiss­ing her tit­ties. She wakened quickly and mur­mured some­thing un­in­tel­li­gible but began to stroke his back in that fa­mil­iar way that she alone of all the girls had. Al­bert liked this. It was pleas­ant to have a soft, young hand stroke one‘s back. And her hands were soft and young. Sharon was only fif­teen but des­pite her lack of years, she was ex­per­i­enced in the art of fuck­ing. In cer­tain ways, she was the best fuck of all, but only in cer­tain ways. Al­bert knew it was not wise of him to com­pare his six daugh­ters in this man­ner. They all had their good points and all were ex­tremely fuck­able and suck­able. What more could a man ask of his own daugh­ters, or for that mat­ter any wo­man?

	He kissed her tits thor­oughly and lif­ted his face. It was dark in her room just as it had been in the other rooms be­fore the light had been turned on, and he con­sidered ask­ing her to pull the light chain but de­cided he would not. The light was not im­port­ant par­tic­u­larly. Not now. He had already seen four pair of tit­ties, four cunts, eight legs, four na­vels and so on. Why should he have a need to see any more at the mo­ment?

	”Daddy,“ Sharon said softly, for as with the rest of his daugh­ters he had taught her to al­ways call him that, ”Do you have hot pants again?“

	He re­called that he had fucked her the night be­fore. For some reason this had gone from his memory. Smil­ing in the dark­ness, he pat­ted her well-shaped butt and kissed her chest, in­tend­ing to kiss her tit­ties but miss­ing them slightly. He moved his lips over and took a tit in them and sucked it pas­sion­ately. Re­mov­ing his mouth he spoke to her. ”Don‘t you want daddy‘s prick in your body again to­night, dear?“

	”Oh my, yes, daddy. I didn‘t mean it that way. Of course I want your prick in my body, in my mouth, my cunt, my ass, any­where you want to ram it. I love your prick, daddy. You can fuck me any­where, any­time.“

	He pat­ted her butt lov­ingly again. ”That‘s my girl. That‘s the way I like to hear my girl talk to me.“

	”Daddy, I wish we could think of a new way to do it,“ she said, sound­ing ser­i­ous. ”Do you know any ways that you haven‘t already shown me?“

	Al­bert smiled. ”No, dear. You‘ve been given cock in every way I know about. I‘ve had it in your cunt from every which way, in your mouth, up your sweet, little as­shole, between your tit­ties, un­der your arms, in your hands, between your thighs, just every pos­sible way. Be­lieve me, dear, if daddy could think of an­other way to fuck his little girl, he would do it. Daddy would like new ways of do­ing it, too, you see. Not that he doesn‘t love your cunt and ass and mouth for he does. They are very, very nice. But....“ Al­bert broke off, then re­sumed talk­ing. ”I think you had bet­ter turn on the light, dear. Maybe if I look at your na­ked flesh, I‘ll get some new ideas on how to fuck you.“

	She turned on the light and blinked at him even as he blinked at her. ”Gee, daddy, you‘re all wet from sweat­ing. Not that I mind, but don‘t you think you ought to dry your body? Your hair is so damp.“ She sighed. ”We can‘t have our daddy-fucker catch­ing cold so he can‘t have in­ter­course with us, can we?“

	”I think you‘re right, dear,“ he said, know­ing it was all he needed to say or do, for she im­me­di­ately jumped out of bed and ran across the room, her tits joun­cing about en­tran­cingly, her ass bob­bing about na­ively.

	She got a towel from some­where and brought it back to bed and began to rub his body with it un­til it was dry. She even rubbed his prick and balls, though very, very gently. Sharon knew how im­port­ant to the fam­ily these balls and prick were. Without them, or with them in­jured in some way, the en­tire fam­ily, ex­clud­ing mother, would be dis­tressed no end. All six girls needed daddy‘s parts to be in first-rate con­di­tion.

	”I like to rub your body, daddy,“ she ex­claimed when she was through do­ing it.

	Al­bert smiled up at her, for he was ly­ing flat on his back, his legs spread apart. ”And I like to have you rub my body, dear. You are a very good rub­ber.“

	She threw the towel across the room. ”How about the other things, daddy? Am I a good fuck?“

	”A won­der­ful fuck, dear. A very won­der­ful fuck in­deed.“

	”Do I suck a cock pretty good, too?“

	”Ah, yes, you suck a cock won­der­fully well, honey. You are one of the best cock-suck­ers in the world.“

	”And I corn-hole good, daddy?“ she asked, bend­ing over the bed eagerly, her pretty tit­ties hanging down over his face. Sharon was also a blonde, but her eyes were a light brown in color, while Di­ane and Susan, also blondes, had very blue ones.

	”I can‘t think of a bet­ter as­shole to stick my cock into than yours, honey,“ Al­bert told her, mean­ing it.

	Sharon turned around and pulled her but­tocks apart. ”Then get up on your feet, daddy, and sink your shaft up my butt. I crave get­ting fucked in the ass this time.“ She paused. ”Please...daddy, will you?“

	”Of course,“ he said, his pulse quick­en­ing. ”It would be my pleas­ure.“ Al­bert got out of bed and hold­ing his penis in one hand ad­vanced on her. She stood her ground when he seized her and tried to thrust his penis up her ass.

	”Bend over, dear,“ he said with agit­a­tion in his tone. ”I can‘t get it into your oth­er­wise.“ Sharon bent over un­til her head was al­most level with her knees.

	”Not so far,“ he cried sharply. ”Straighten up a bit dear.“ She did so.

	He steered his penis to­ward her ass but could not get it in. He swore, some­thing he rarely did. Sharon seemed to be as­ton­ished at this for she leaped away and turned about to face him, her eyes odd. ”What‘s the mat­ter?“ Al­bert cried. ”Why did you move away?“

	”Are you mad at me?“ Sharon asked anxiously.

	Al­bert re­laxed. He lay down on the bed, his erec­tion stand­ing straight up. ”Come,“ he cried. ”On the bed...be­side me. I can‘t corn-hole you when you stand up like that. You‘re too short for me, dear.“ He ad­ded the word of en­dear­ment to soften his tone a little.

	Sharon hes­it­antly lay down be­side him. ”Please don‘t be mad at me, daddy. I‘d just die if you ever got really mad at me.“

	He paid no at­ten­tion to her re­mark. ”You know, I think I won‘t corn-hole you after all. I think I‘ll just lay here and rest. How­ever, I want you to go into the liv­ing room and pour out a glass of wine for me. I be­lieve I need a bit of wine.“

	”But daddy, you al­ways said none of us could touch the bottle of wine.“ He frowned. ”I mean drink it, dear, not phys­ic­ally touch it. Be off now. Get the glass of wine for me. The glass, by the way, is be­side the wine bottle.“ He coughed. ”Fill it but don‘t spill any of it. I can‘t af­ford to have it spilled.“ Al­bert didn‘t really care if she spilled some of the wine. He had said this be­cause of some ir­rit­a­tion deep in­side of him, more than likely his in­ab­il­ity to get his cock up her small as­shole. It gen­er­ally, or at least quite of­ten, an­noyed him when he could not per­form sexu­ally in the man­ner that he had thought of do­ing.

	Sharon crept over him to get out of bed, a man­euver that was not lost on Al­bert Gore. He knew damn well she wanted to drag her flesh over him, be­cause she felt he was an­noyed with her. When she had left the room, Al­bert, tried to ana­lyze his feel­ings about the mat­ter but could not do so sat­is­fact­or­ily. No mat­ter. When she re­turned with the glass of wine he would drink it and presto...all would be well again.

	She did re­turn with the wine; he did drink, and things did turn out well. After he had fin­ished the glass of wine, he placed it on the floor un­der the bed and, be­cause she was be­side him again, reached over and played with her tits.

	”Oh...daddy...,“ she breathed. ”Make me hot again.“ He poin­ted at his penis which had gone soft. ”Tell you what, dear. Suck that thing, make it hard, and I guar­an­tee you‘ll get hot again.“

	”You want me to suck you off, daddy dear?“ she asked petu­lantly.

	He frowned. ”Don‘t you want to suck daddy‘s prick?“

	”Of course I do. I just want to hear you ask me, not tell me.“ Al­bert blinked his eyes. ”I see, I‘m sorry. Please, dear Sharon, will you place your red lips about daddy‘s prick and suck it up hard?“ She clapped her hands like a six-year-old might. ”Oh, yes, daddy. I‘d love to suck it. I‘ll suck it so hard it‘ll burst.“

	”I would just as soon you didn‘t suck it up that hard,“ he said dryly.

	She was on her hands and knees now and bend­ing her head down as she took his limp penis in her hands and jacked it a few times.

	”Don‘t jack, suck it,“ he said quickly. ”I won‘t settle for hav­ing my cock jacked up hard. It must be either sucked up or...or....“ He did not fin­ish the sen­tence, be­cause he did not know what the other al­tern­at­ive was.

	Sharon par­ted her red lips and he saw the pink clean look of her tongue and mouth, the look of ex­treme youth. This in it­self made him hard and by the time she had en­vel­oped his cock with her lips he was stiff as could be. She re­moved her lips for a mo­ment and looked at her father as if wait­ing for in­struc­tions.

	”You may suck it, child,“ he said. He quite of­ten used the word ”child“ when he felt in­wardly ir­rit­ated for some reason.

	”Daddy,“ she whined, ”don‘t be mad at Sharon. Sharon loves you very much. She loves to suck you off, hon­est she does.“

	”Very well,“ Al­bert Gore re­lied. ”Sharon may suck me off...at least she may suck my cock for a time. Whether or not I choose to go off in her mouth...I‘ll de­cide later.“

	A few tears ran down the girl‘s face. ”You‘re mad at me, and I don‘t know why. What did I do, daddy dear?“

	”Don‘t talk, suck,“ he told her, and seiz­ing her head he held it in po­s­i­tion over his penis.

	”Suck my cock, Sharon. Daddy wants his cock sucked good.“

	”Oh...daddy, I want to suck you off, hon­est I do. I just love suck­ing your cock.“

	”Pro­ceed.“

	He lay quietly on the bed while his fif­teen-year-old daugh­ter sucked his penis. She was quite good at it, hav­ing had con­sid­er­able ex­per­i­ence. She had been only el­even when she had sucked his cock for the first time. That time she had bit him and sucked him poorly, and he had had to teach her the cor­rect way to suck a man off. There was a cer­tain tech­nique to it, in fact there was a great deal of skill in­volved in suck­ing a man‘s penis in a sat­is­fact­ory man­ner. Al­bert had taught all of his daugh­ters to suck him prop­erly, so that he might achieve the fullest grat­i­fic­a­tion, as well as giv­ing them the greatest amount of flu­ids.

	Ah yes, there was in­deed a good way to suck, and there was the bad way, too. None of his daugh­ters ever sucked him badly, poorly, ex­cept per­haps when they were slightly ill, say, with a cold and could not breathe well, some­thing of that nature. His daugh­ters had been taught and taught well. Al­bert Gore had seen to that. If he could not get his sex sen­sa­tions from his wife then he cer­tainly would get them from his other fe­males-his daugh­ters.

	The truth of the mat­ter was, he would have had sex with the kids even if his wife had spent al­most her en­tire time fuck­ing and suck­ing.

	Al­bert Gore knew this and would ad­mit it to him­self in mo­ments of com­plete hon­esty.

	”Can you go down all the way on my cock, dear? ” he asked, as he pat­ted her head lov­ingly. ”Daddy likes to get it all in your lovely mouth, you see. You want to please your daddy, don‘t you, dear?“

	”Oh, yes daddy, of course I want to please you. I‘m ter­ribly sorry if I wasn‘t go­ing down on you far enough. I just thought I would suck the head of it and run my tongue over it and...well, you know.“

	Al­bert nod­ded. ”I see. Very well. Suck the head then, dear, and run your tongue around and over it. I like that, also. How­ever, I do want you to go all the way down on me every now and then.“

	”Of course, daddy. I‘ll suck your prick the way you want it done.“

	”Thank you, dear. You‘re very sweet.“

	Sharon thrust her fin­ger up his anus and went, down on his prick at the same time caus­ing Al­bert to wince a trifle. How­ever, he did not com­plain to her about her sud­den move but per­mit­ted her to suck his cock and fin­ger­fuck his ass at the same time. Al­bert, after a time, began to like her fin­ger in his as­shole. He was not cer­tain, of course, but thought she might be rub­bing across his pro­state gland, in which case he might be­come even more hot than he gen­er­ally was. How­ever, just as he was be­gin­ning to thor­oughly en­joy her fin­ger­fuck­ing, she pulled her fin­ger out and stopped suck­ing him, too. She fell over on her back, her legs spread widely, a look of com­plete and ut­ter wan­ton­ness on her young face.

	”Get on top of me, daddy. I want you to fuck me in the cunt.“ Al­bert sighed and blinked his eyes. Sharon was the most un­pre­dict­able of all his kids, and he thought he had bet­ter do as she asked just this one time. The next time, how­ever, he would see to it that she did what he wanted done. It was never a good thing to al­low a fe­male to dic­tate what man­ner of sexual activ­ity a couple en­gaged in. The man should be the one to set the tone, so to speak.

	Al­bert Gore moved over and crawled on top of his fif­teen-year-old daugh­ter, sink­ing his shaft in her cunt much more ruth­lessly than he or­din­ar­ily did it. Sharon cried out, but Al­bert paid no at­ten­tion to her cries. He knew his penis was swollen ab­nor­mally at the mo­ment, and he also knew that it was hurt­ing the child, but what mat­ter? She was only a fe­male who had re­fused to do as he had bid­den. She was his kid. He was her father. A kid should do as the father com­mands. There was no other way, not even when it came to in­cest.

	”Daddy...go...slow...you‘re so...big...it...hurts.“ Al­bert in­creased his speed.

	”Daddy...please...it hurts...aw­ful.. . ”

	Al­bert in­creased his strok­ing speed a bit more, go­ing deeper into her cunt than pre­vi­ously.

	”Daddy...daddy...oh...my...God!“

	Al­bert fucked her fast and hard now. He paid no at­ten­tion to her cries of tor­ment. He was not in­ter­ested in her cries of tor­ment. He had wanted her to suck his cock, and she had done so for a time, only to stop it of her own ac­cord and fall back with widely spread legs beg­ging for him to thrust his cock up her young cunt.

	Very well.

	This was what Al­bert Gore was do­ing. He was thrust­ing his cock up Sharon‘s young cunt.

	That was what she wanted, wasn‘t it?

	Maybe next time she would know bet­ter. Maybe next time she would suck his cock when he told her to. Al­bert Gore was very much an­noyed at his fif­teen-year-old daugh­ter.

	So he fucked her ruth­lessly, sav­agely, bru­tally.

	He even­tu­ally caused her to bleed con­sid­er­ably.

	No mat­ter. Let her bleed.

	Let her bleed to hell and gone.

	He went off in her when he felt her blood on his penis. He did not par­tic­u­larly en­joy go­ing off in her. He would re­mem­ber this night with Sharon. Sharon might find things a bit dif­fi­cult for her from this point on. Al­bert Gore, an­grily pulled his cock out of his daugh­ter, got off the bed, wiped the blood from his cock on the sheet and went to the liv­ing room for a bit of a drink of wine.

	As has been stated, he did not like to drink a lot when in­dul­ging in sex, but right now he wanted sev­eral drinks of wine. He needed some­thing to quiet the rage in­side him. It never oc­curred to him that he was act­ing in a very selfish man­ner. Al­bert Gore never al­lowed him­self to fall into such a thought pat­tern.

	He drank the wine too swiftly, and it had an ef­fect on him that as­ton­ished him. He felt in­vig­or­ated to the ex­treme, so much so that for a mo­ment he con­sidered start­ing with the old­est daugh­ter, Doris, and work­ing his way down to the young­est, Carol. How­ever, the more he thought of this the more he began to think of

	Carol and her thir­teen-year-old lush body, a body made for a man to top. Al­bert put down his glass of wine (it was his third in a row) and went to Carol‘s room where he found her sleep­ing peace­fully just as he had all five of his other daugh­ters.

	How nice, was his thought. How nice to have her sleep­ing when I enter her room. Now I must fuck the child and fuck her for a very long time.

	Al­bert Gore climbed into bed with his young­est daugh­ter and was pleased to note that she, too, was na­ked as her sis­ters had been, each in turn. Al­bert con­grat­u­lated him­self on his up­bring­ing of the girls. They never went to bed un­pre­pared for his fuck­ing. How nice this was.

	It made his penis hard just by con­tem­plat­ing it.

	He stuck it into her by way of awaken­ing her.

	She thrashed about a bit when she felt the sting of his hard penis but when he spoke softly and re­as­sur­ingly to her, she re­laxed, per­mit­ting him to thrust his long ri­gid­ity far up her cunt. All his daugh­ters had small, tight cunts, but Carol had the smal­lest and tight­est of them all. Hers was barely large enough to stretch and re­ceive his massive­ness.

	”Oh, daddy,“ she cried, sound­ing just like the oth­ers. ”Your cock is so big and my cunt is so small. It hurts me ter­ribly but please fuck me just the same. I love it.“

	This time he reached for the light and turned it on. Carol lay be­neath him, a small girl of thir­teen, her legs spread wide of ne­ces­sity to af­ford him en­trance into her cunt. Her brown eyes re­garded him with pas­sion as she shoved her long brown hair out of her face to bet­ter see her father.

	”That cock feels good, eh, Carol, darling?“ Al­bert asked.

	”That cock feels won­der­ful, daddy, but it...hurts, too.“ He moved in her us­ing short strokes. ”That feel good, child?“

	”Yes, daddy. Your cock al­ways feels good when you have it rammed up my cunt.“

	”Say it again, dear.“

	”Your cock al­ways feels good when you have it rammed up my cunt.“

	”I do like hear­ing you speak that way, honey. It makes my cock harder.“

	”Daddy,“ she said after a mo­ment‘s si­lence, ”do you ever think about any­thing other than fuck­ing one of your kids?“ Al­bert laughed. ”Of course, dear. I quite of­ten think about fuck­ing your mother, but that‘s all the good it does me. I never fuck her. She won‘t let me, so I just think about it.“

	”You‘re aw­ful horny, aren‘t you, daddy He moved in her, his penis rub­bing the sides of her cunt gingerly, but beau­ti­fully. ”Yes, dear, I‘m a...a horny old bas­tard...but I fuck good...just ask any of your sis­ters, they‘ll tell you I fuck good.“

	”I have already, daddy. All of us girls think you are a horny old bas­tard.“ Al­bert laughed again, for this genu­inely pleased him. ”Thank you for telling me, dear. You have no idea how pleased that makes me. I love to be thought of as a horny old bas­tard, for that is ex­actly what I am-a horny old bas­tard who would rather fuck than eat.“

	”You like to fuck your own daugh­ters mostly, don‘t you, daddy?“

	”Yes I do. I like to keep the fun in the fam­ily, sort of.“ She put her arms over his shoulders, kiss­ing the side of his face as she did so. ”You have your hard old prick rammed up my cunt, haven‘t you, daddy dear, you horny old bas­tard, you.“ Al­bert laughed much louder this time. ”If you don‘t stop mak­ing those funny re­marks, my cock will shrivel up and die in­side your cunt, dear.“

	”Daddy, do you know what I‘d like to do in­stead of fuck­ing with you?“ Al­bert stopped his move­ments. ”No,“ he replied some­what icily. ”I don‘t know what you‘d like to do. Not un­less you tell me.“ She giggled. ”I‘d like you to take your cock out of my cunt.“ Al­bert felt hurt. ”Would you, dear? Would you really?“

	”Yes, daddy, I‘d like you to take your cock out of my cunt.“ Al­bert could barely be­lieve his ears. He re­moved his penis from her body and lift­ing him­self up star­ted to get off her. ”There now,“ he said coolly. ”Don‘t say I never listened to one of my daugh­ters when they re­ques­ted some­thing.“

	”But daddy...you didn‘t hear all of it.“

	”You have more to say to me, dear?“ he asked gravely.

	”I wanted to ask you if you‘d stick your cock between my lips and mouth-fuck me, daddy, and at the same time put your tongue up my cunt and make me have an or­gasm.“

	Al­bert breathed a great sigh of re­lief. ”My God, child, but you had me go­ing there for a minute. You scared the life out of me.“

	”I‘m ter­ribly sorry, daddy.“ She reached over and took his face in her two soft hands and kissed him wetly. ”I would never want to scare my daddy. He might lose his big old hard-on and that would be aw­ful.“

	Al­bert grinned. If he had had a fa­vor­ite daugh­ter, it would have to be Carol, but since he didn‘t per­mit him­self this lux­ury, he merely con­tin­ued to grin at her and then kissed her lips lightly in re­turn. ”You‘re a very sweet child,“ he told her.

	”Will you let me suck your cock, daddy?“ she asked, her brown eyes bor­ing into his. ”Do you want to?“

	”Of course I do, daddy. I‘d rather suck your cock than...well, than any­thing.“

	”Would you rather suck my cock than fuck me, dear?“

	”No. I didn‘t mean it that way.“

	”Well, how did you mean it, dear?“ Al­bert peered at her owl­ishly.

	”Oh, you know, daddy. I just hap­pen to want to suck your cock right now. That‘s all I meant. I love your cock in my mouth, daddy. I love it when you gush off between my lips and I swal­low the stuff. It‘s thrill­ing.“

	Al­bert‘s penis was throb­bing so hard now that it ac­tu­ally hurt him. ”Very well, dear. You may suck my cock for a while.“

	”Thank you, daddy. If you don‘t want to tongue my cunt, why don‘t you just get all nice and comfy on your back and let Carol suck it out of you real easy-like.“

	”You talk very hot, dear. I hope you‘ll be able to suck as well as you talk.“ He peered at her again as she moved down on the bed.

	”I prom­ise to suck you off real good, daddy. Maybe I can‘t do it as good as Doris or one of the older girls but I‘ll try to.“

	”I‘m sure you will, dear. Please take my prick between your pretty red lips.“ Al­bert was en­joy­ing him­self im­mensely now that his former feel­ing of cool­ness had left him. Carol was very young, but she had learned her les­sons well and was ap­ply­ing them in her man­ner of speech, say­ing things to her father that made him very hot and bothered, which of course is what he wanted to be.

	Carol moved down still farther on the bed and kissed her father‘s balls hun­grily. ”Have you been fuck­ing the oth­ers, daddy?“ she asked. ”I think I can smell cunt and as­shole on your prick.“

	”Yes, dear. I star­ted with the old­est girl this time. You‘re the last one on my list for the night. Please suck me good, dear.“

	Carol clapped her hands hap­pily. ”Oh, it makes me hot to think I‘m go­ing to suck a cock that‘s been up one of my sis­ter‘s as­shole and an­other one‘s cunt.“

	Al­bert frowned slightly. ”Really? What kind of talk is that?“ She shrugged, her pretty tit­ties joun­cing about as she did so. Al­bert reached out his hand and caught one of her young-girl tit­ties and fondled it lov­ingly.

	”I like you to play with my tits, daddy,“ she said, his cock near her lips, her brown eyes look­ing up across the ex­panse of his hairy stom­ach and into his eyes. ”When you play with my tits, I get very hot and want to suck.“

	”Very well, dear, you may pro­ceed to suck it,“ he told her, wish­ing she would get on with it.

	Carol par­ted her pretty lips and took his swollen cock between them. She sucked a little, her eyes still star­ing into his.

	”Do you have to stare at me that way, dear?“ he asked, re­turn­ing her look.

	”I like to see the ex­pres­sion on your face when I suck your prick, daddy. Don‘t you want me to do that?“

	”I would prefer that you turned your body around and lowered your sweet cunt to my lips, dear.“

	”Oh, daddy, do you really want to tongue me off?“

	”Of course I do. Turn around, dear, and give me your cunt.“ Carol turned her body around without tak­ing his cock out of her mouth. It struck him as a very odd thing to do, but it was not the first time he had seen one of his daugh­ters do this very thing. One of the oth­ers did it fairly of­ten, but for the life of him he could never re­mem­ber which daugh­ter it was.

	Carol went down on him all the way to his pu­bic hair.

	At the same time her cunt settled down over Al­bert‘s mouth. He kissed the hairy place and thrust his tongue into her tight, little cunt. In­stantly, he found the wet place, and it thrilled him im­mensely. My, how nice it was to have sex with one‘s daugh­ters.

	”Your cunt is sweet, dear,“ he said.

	Carol was on top of him her body sprawled flat ly­ing tummy to tummy but, of course, in re­verse po­s­i­tion. When she again went down on his prick all the way to the pu­bic hair, Al­bert shivered with de­light and wiggled his tongue about ex­citedly in her wet cunt. She re­tali­ated by lightly bit­ing his penis, not enough to alarm him but only enough to arouse him even more. Al­bert spread her but­tocks apart and dipped his tongue into her ass once, which caused her to shud­der and cry out, ap­par­ently from sheer de­light. He re­turned to kiss­ing and tonguing her cunt which was ex­cep­tion­ally wet now and had a de­light­ful scent to it and was in all ways en­tirely sat­is­fact­ory. Al­bert Gore would have liked to crawl up her cunt, if such a thing were pos­sible. My, how nice it would be to be­come com­pletely en­vel­oped by a young girl‘s cunt. Hold it, his mind told him quickly. Don‘t get too nutty. There‘s danger in that sort of think­ing.

	”Daddy,“ Carol cried, ”squirt a little goo into my mouth. I want to taste it.“

	”I can‘t do that,“ he grunted. ”My penis is not a wa­ter faucet.“ She rolled off him and for a mo­ment he thought she was angry, but she wasn‘t. ”Get on top of me, daddy, and fuck me in the cunt. I‘ve changed my mind. I want to get it in the cunt, not the mouth.“

	”All right, dear. Spread your pretty legs and I‘ll shove my prick up your box.“

	”My box?“ she cried. ”What a funny thing to call it.“

	”Just a word. Come on. Spread those legs, honey, and let daddy fuck you.“ Be­fore they could do any­thing, they were in­ter­rup­ted by Doris, the old­est of Al­bert‘s daugh­ters. Her red hair was mussed as if she had done it de­lib­er­ately. She was wear­ing the lower half of pa­ja­mas that Al­bert could not re­call hav­ing seen be­fore. She stood in the door­way look­ing at her father and sis­ter ly­ing na­ked on the bed. As she looked at them, Carol took Al­bert‘s erec­tion in her hand as if to in­dic­ate that his penis was in use at the mo­ment, that the use of it at this par­tic­u­lar time was Carol‘s and that Doris, if she were look­ing for cock, had just bet­ter for­get about it right now.

	Al­bert had al­ways told his girls that they should not be­come jeal­ous over him, but secretly he loved see­ing the pos­sess­ive­ness in the thir­teen-year-old‘s eyes as she jacked his cock. Carol‘s lower lip was be­gin­ning to pro­trude, and he knew what this meant-it meant she was be­com­ing more re­sent­ful and angry by the mo­ment.

	”Doris,“ Al­bert said fi­nally, ”Don‘t you re­mem­ber what I have al­ways told you girls?“ Doris blinked her eye­lids, her green eyes look­ing ex­tremely lust­ful. ”I re­mem­ber, daddy,“ she said and took a step into the room, which caused Carol to tighten her hold on his erec­tion. Al­bert had to hold her wrist tightly to stop her from squeez­ing him too hard. Carol got the mes­sage, ap­par­ently, for she re­laxed her hold on his throb­bing cock.

	”Daddy,“ Doris said, ”I‘m aw­ful hot. When you get through fuck­ing Carol will you come back to my room and do it to me again? I crave cock, daddy.“

	Al­bert‘s hair seemed to stand on end. His daugh­ters had never spoken in this man­ner be­fore one an­other and in his pres­ence. Doris was ex­tremely pas­sion­ate, no ques­tion of it. Her whole man­ner, her look, in­dic­ated this.

	Al­bert turned to Carol. ”Let go of it, dear,“ he said. ”Per­haps we should make room for your sis­ter.“

	”No,“ Carol al­most shouted. ”She‘s already been fucked by you, daddy. It‘s my turn to take cock.“

	Al­bert, how­ever, thought it time for him to break one of his car­dinal rules-that of never sex­ing two daugh­ters at the same time. He beckoned to Doris who ran to the bed and threw her­self on top of him, her breasts flop­ping about and strik­ing him won­der­fully in the face. Carol had tightened her grip on his penis at this, and he was ob­liged to tell her to re­lease it, which she did, her lower lip pro­trud­ing as if in a pout.

	”Now, Carol,“ he said calmly, ”you mustn‘t pout. Daddy fully in­tends to per­mit you to en­joy fuck­ing priv­ileges. It is your turn to re­ceive daddy‘s cock. How­ever, your sis­ter is hard up. Just look at her, the poor girl.“

	Carol‘s lower lip pro­truded even more.

	”If you don‘t pull that lower lip in,“ he said sharply, ”I won‘t let you have my cock in the fu­ture.“

	”I don‘t care,“ she said re­sent­fully. ”It‘s my time for you. Doris can just wait.“

	”Oh, come on, Carol,“ Doris cooed, ”don‘t be so selfish about daddy‘s prick. He can fuck you. I just want him to suck me off, my cunt, she ad­ded as if to in­dic­ate her sis­ter was not too sharp about mat­ters con­cern­ing sex.

	”There, Carol, hear that?“ Al­bert asked his young­est daugh­ter. ”Isn‘t that nice of Doris? She isn‘t try­ing to take daddy‘s cock away from you-she simply wants me to tongue her box.“

	”I want to fuck you all by my­self,“ Carol com­plained.

	Al­bert sighed. ”Very well, dear.“ He turned to Doris. ”I‘m afraid you‘ll have to go back to your room and wait for daddy. It‘s Carol‘s turn to take cock and, well, really, you un­der­stand, don‘t you, Doris?“

	Doris climbed off the bed and fixed her sis­ter with an icy glare. ”All right. I hope you‘ll fuck her quickly, daddy. I need to have you on top of me very badly.“ She walked from the room, her but­tocks swinging from one side to the other.

	Carol was smil­ing. ”Thank you, daddy, for send­ing her away. After all, it is my turn to take cock, not hers.“

	”Yes, dear,“ Al­bert said rather coolly. ”Please do so.“

	”Aren‘t you go­ing to fuck my cunt, daddy?“ she wanted to know, a look of alarm on her young girl face.

	”I be­lieve,“ he said de­lib­er­ately, ”that I will not fuck you for now. How­ever, should you wish to suck my prick I have no ob­jec­tion. Of course, I‘m rather up­set, and I do be­lieve I‘ll go out to the liv­ing room for a drink of wine. No, don‘t come with me. Stay here on the bed. Daddy will be back...later.“ He made the ”later“ sound as if it would be con­sid­er­ably later.

	”Daddy, are you mad at me?“ she asked, her eyes plead­ing with him not to be.

	”I am ac­cus­tomed,“ he said, as he headed for the door­way, ”to telling oth­ers what to do. I do not like be­ing dic­tated to, my dear child.“

	”I‘m sorry, daddy. It‘s just that I was afraid Doris would....“

	”I un­der­stand what you mean,“ he said and walked swiftly from the room. When he reached the liv­ing room he slumped down on a chair and reached for the wine bottle. It wasn‘t where he thought he had left it, so he was ob­liged to go into the kit­chen and get an­other, which he did. Open­ing it, he drank from the bottle and car­ried it back into the liv­ing room. Some­thing was hap­pen­ing to Al­bert Gore, some­thing he did not fully un­der­stand. For one of the few times in his life, he felt like get­ting plastered. He thought about this feel­ing for a time but fi­nally shrugged it away and de­cided he was just out of sorts be­cause he had not fucked all six of his daugh­ters yet, an ac­com­plish­ment he con­sidered to be totally in keep­ing with his self-im­age, the im­age of a virile, horny man, one cap­able of do­ing things sexual that most men could not even come close to do­ing.

	He dis­covered, how­ever, that he could not quite shrug away the feel­ing of want­ing to get plastered. This an­noyed him to such an ex­tent that he ad­ded fuel to the feel­ing by tak­ing two quick drinks from the wine bottle.

	”Hey,“ he muttered to him­self, ”what the hell are you do­ing, you old bas­tard?“ He put it in the form of a ques­tion and was ob­liged to ad­mit he did not know the com­plete an­swer. ”Son of a bitch,“ he swore, some­thing he rarely did. ”Maybe what I need to do....“ he stopped in the middle of the sen­tence and thought about what he had been about to say. Then he said it. ”Maybe what I need to do is to get all six of them in the bed at one time. Fuck all of ‚em at once. Won­der how I could do it.“

	Inas­much as he had only one set of sex or­gans, think­ing about fuck­ing all six of them at one time was more than ri­dicu­lous. It was, as a mat­ter-of-fact, just short of in­san­ity.

	Al­bert Gore took an­other drink of wine. He was feel­ing the stuff now and his heart was pound­ing within him. He could feel it jump­ing in a crazy man­ner. That was what wine did to a man-when he drank it too fast.

	He glanced down at his penis and noted that it was half hard. He touched it with his fin­ger­tips, and it be­came in­stantly fully hard. Al­bert Gore frowned. ”Carol,“ he called to his young­est daugh­ter, ”get your ass out here. Your father wants you to suck him off.“ He had al­most never spoken in this man­ner to one of his kids-it must be the wine do­ing it to him.

	Carol ap­peared na­ked in the door­way. ”Did you call me, daddy?“ she asked, wet­ting her pretty young girl lips and star­ing at his enorm­ous erec­tion.

	Al­bert poin­ted at his penis. ”Suck,“ he growled. ”Suck it off, kid.“ Carol‘s hands fluttered to her mouth. ”What is wrong, daddy. Are you ter­ribly angry at me? Did I do some­thing aw­ful bad?“

	”Never mind ask­ing ques­tions. What happened in the bed­room is best for­got­ten. I want you to suck my cock, that‘s all. Come over here and wrap your pretty thir­teen-year-old lips around the head and suck.“ Al­bert Gore was not aware of it, but he had the most lust­ful look on his face that he had ever had in his en­tire life.

	Carol took two steps to­ward her father and stopped. She glanced at the long, quiv­er­ing cock and turned around avoid­ing his eyes.

	”What‘s the mat­ter with you?“ Al­bert de­man­ded. ”Didn‘t you hear me tell you to suck me off?“

	Carol‘s shoulders began to shake be­cause she was weep­ing.

	Al­bert stared at her and rubbed his chin. His man­ner softened. ”All right, child. Tell me what is wrong with you. Have I frightened you?“

	”I-I never saw you this way be­fore, daddy. You scare me when you yell at me.“ Al­bert rubbed his chin again. ”All right, go back to bed,“ he said. ”I‘m sorry. I guess I am.“ He reached for the wine bottle when he saw her dis­ap­pear­ing through the door­way of her bed­room. He took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth on his bare arm. ”Must be the wine,“ he said to him­self. ”I never barked at my kids that way be­fore.“ He leaned back on the chair, his penis stand­ing straight out and up. He glanced at the ri­gid tool. ”Damned thing,“ he growled, ”why can‘t you ever go soft and stay that way for a while. You make a lot of work for me, cock.“ He could have ad­ded that it made a lot of fun for him as well, but he didn‘t.

	He took an­other drink from the wine bottle and placed it down on the floor. ”Wish Doris would come into the liv­ing room. I‘ll bet she‘d be glad to suck her daddy off.“ He could have said the same thing about any of his daugh­ters, but be­cause Doris had come to Carol‘s room when she should not have, it oc­curred to him to use her as an ex­ample.

	Al­bert Gore was get­ting an­noyed, and he did not know why.

	”I‘ve half a no­tion to rape my wife,“ he muttered. ”Won­der what she‘d do if I did?“ He knew damn well what his wife, Jean, would do if he fucked her without her con­sent. She would leave him. She would not only leave him but would go to the sher­iff and tell him how he made love to his daugh­ters. No. It would never do to rape Jean. Nor would it do to even make the at­tempt. Be­sides...Al­bert didn‘t want to fuck his wife, not when he had six eager, young daugh­ters all pant­ing to take cock from him.

	He had an­other drink of wine.

	His an­noy­ance began to abate some­what.

	His penis was be­com­ing hard again, hav­ing gone a little soft in the past few mo­ments of his an­noy­ance.

	Al­bert fingered his hard tool, feel­ing the head as if it were a thing apart from him. ”Cocks,“ he muttered thickly, ”are funny damned things. There‘s noth­ing like them in the en­tire world.“ He cleared his throat, got to his feet and paced the floor un­eas­ily. ”Cunts are funny damned things, too,“ he went on to him­self. ”Won­der what it‘s like to have a cunt between your legs in­stead of a cock. Must be an odd feel­ing...es­pe­cially when a guy sticks his cock in it and starts pok­ing about.“

	Head­ing for Doris‘s room, he stopped just be­fore en­ter­ing. He had already fucked Doris, the one he wanted, really, was Carol. Al­bert was in­or­din­ately proud of his abil­ity to fuck all six of his daugh­ters in one even­ing, a feat he some­times failed to ac­com­plish. This time he was go­ing to do it, or else. Leav­ing Doris‘s door­way, he strolled to Carol‘s room and entered. He saw she was ly­ing flat on her back in the middle of the bed, the lights on, star­ing at the ceil­ing oddly.

	”Honey,“ he said, ”we didn‘t fin­ish our...act.“ Carol knocked her long brown hair from her eyes and sat up at the same time. She swung her legs off the bed and spread them so that Al­bert could eas­ily see her cunt. His cock throb­bing even harder now, he moved to­ward her.

	”Did you want to fuck me, daddy?“ Carol asked in a small voice.

	”Yes,“ he replied husk­ily, the wine hav­ing done some­thing to his powers of speech. ”Yes, I would like to fuck you, dear, if you don‘t mind your father stick­ing his prick up your cunt.“

	”No, I don‘t mind, daddy,“ Carol said, her voice sound­ing strange. ”But why don‘t you get down flat on your back and let Carol sit on your prick. In other words, I‘ll jack you off with my cunt. Would you en­joy that, daddy?“

	Al­bert nod­ded. ”That would be fine,“ he cried, his pulse ra­cing. His head some­what dizzy from all the wine he drank, he ap­proached the bed and threw him­self down on it. Carol pulled his legs over to the middle of the bed.

	”Daddy, if I didn‘t know bet­ter I‘d think you were kind of drunk. Are you?“

	”Guess I did drink a bit too much wine, honey.“ She touched his throb­bing penis. ”Doesn‘t seem to bother this thing...the wine, I mean. Your prick is as hard and big as ever. I do hope I can sit down on it and get it all in­side of me. I mean, I hope I have enough space to fit it in, daddy.“

	”You can do it, dear,“ he said, his head spin­ning more than he liked.

	She bent her head and kissed his balls and penis, pas­sion­ately. ”I‘m sorry I was such a little bitch awhile ago, daddy. I guess there‘s a bitch in­side of every fe­male, eh?“

	”We all have our de­fects, honey. Kiss my cock again. I liked that.“ Carol, her shapely little tit­ties hanging down en­tran­cingly, bent over her father‘s enorm­ous erec­tion, kiss­ing it wetly and run­ning her tongue over it but not tak­ing it in her mouth. ”Nice cock, she mur­mured. ”Aw­ful nice cock. I wish you had six of them.“ He raised an eye­brow. ”Really? Six of them? Why?“

	”Then all six of us could fuck you at the same time, daddy.“ Al­bert laughed thickly. ”Yeah, see your point.“ Carol straddled him, fa­cing him, and settled down eas­ily and care­fully over his erec­tion, hold­ing the thing to steer it into her cunt prop­erly. Al­bert felt his cock slid­ing into the warm wet­ness, and he nearly went off from the sheer sen­sa­tion of the feel­ing. When his young­est daugh­ter began to move up and down in a fuck­ing move­ment, Al­bert closed his eyes be­cause the feel­ing was so in­tense. He had no idea of how long he kept his eyes closed but when he opened them, he re­ceived a sur­prise.

	All of his daugh­ters were in the room. Be­sides Carol, who was still fuck­ing him off, there were five nude girls sur­round­ing the bed. He glanced quickly from one girl to an­other tak­ing note of the lust in their eyes. This had never happened be­fore, this be­ing in the same bed­room with all of them and es­pe­cially with all of them na­ked.

	”Well...,“ he man­aged to say as Carol moved her young body up and down, her cunt lit­er­ally jack­ing off his penis. ”What‘s go­ing on with you?“

	”We want to watch Carol fuck you, daddy,“ Doris said.

	He glanced quickly at her and noted that her eyes were al­most closed. ”Have you girls been into my wine?“ he asked thickly.

	Doris nod­ded. ”We had a couple of drinks of it, daddy. Do you mind?“

	”Did you leave any for me?“

	Carol was still mov­ing up and down on his prick, but now she had leaned for­ward a little and was hold­ing his hips, lean­ing on them, sort of. It was a very se­duct­ive po­s­i­tion for her to be in. Al­bert felt his erec­tion get­ting damp, but he was not cer­tain if the fluid had come from his penis or from Carol. Prob­ably it had come from her.

	Doris got on the bed and pushed her tit­ties in her father‘s face. ”Suck em, daddy, while Carol jacks you off with her cunt.“

	Al­bert drew back and looked at Doris. ”How much wine did you drink?“ He was frown­ing a little. Al­bert Gore liked to be the ag­gressor usu­ally, and this was some­thing new for him, this come-on of his daugh­ters.

	”Suck my tits, daddy,“ Doris urged and us­ing her hand pushed one of them dir­ectly into his face. ”Suck it, please. All of us want to get in on this fuck scene.“

	”I can‘t do it to all of you,“ he pro­tested.

	”You don‘t have to, daddy. We‘ll do things to you while Carol fucks you.“ Again Doris pushed her tit­ties into his face.

	Al­bert sucked on each of them and im­me­di­ately all the girls climbed onto the bed. Some began run­ning their tongues over his flesh, some pinched him. Debbie, the six­teen-year-old, tried to sit on his face with her bare ass, but the oth­ers shoved her aside evid­ently think­ing she was get­ting more than her full share. Then, one by one, as if they had re­hearsed it, they all sat on his face briefly, long enough for him to kiss their asses and run his tongue once or twice the en­tire length of their cunts. The girls seemed to be en­joy­ing them­selves even more than Al­bert was. Pos­sibly this was be­cause the wine had dulled his senses, but he still liked what was hap­pen­ing. The only thing he didn‘t like, when he stopped to think about it, was that the girls were tak­ing mat­ters into their own hands and Al­bert, as has been stated, liked to be in com­mand at all times dur­ing any kind of sex act.

	Just the same, it was thor­oughly en­joy­able to him to have all that nude, young flesh press­ing eagerly against his lips and beg­ging him to tongue cunt. Al­bert loved to tongue cunt, as he of­ten put it. It was one of the things he en­joyed most, but he some­times had to be in a cer­tain mood for it.

	His daugh­ters were more or less for­cing him to kiss ass and tongue cunt...and he was dis­cov­er­ing that he liked it this way, this way of be­ing forced to do it. It was some­thing dif­fer­ent, and Al­bert was a great one for find­ing things dif­fer­ent to do and to have done to him.

	He never quite un­der­stood how it all happened, nor did he know who first thought of it. He knew only that the mass fuck idea had not ori­gin­ated with him.

	Carol was still sit­ting on his cock and work­ing it eas­ily, not too fast. It was as if she were giv­ing the other girls time to achieve or­gasms, too.

	Di­ane, the eight­een-year-old, was sit­ting on Al­bert‘s left foot, his big toe in­side of her cunt. She was rub­bing her­self off on his left big toe, while Susan, the sev­en­teen-year-old was do­ing like­wise with his right big toe. It felt odd to have his big toe used as a penis, but it felt nice, too.

	Debbie was sit­ting on her haunches near his left hand and had steered his left thumb up her cunt al­most without him be­ing aware of it. Again, it was all done just as if they had re­hearsed it-and who could say they had not?

	Al­bert was bey­ond caring now. Sharon was do­ing the same thing with his right hand and thumb. God, how wet and warm all these sweet young cunts were!

	His own daugh­ters.

	Won­der­ful wet-cun­ted daugh­ters.

	How god­damned nice it all was.

	But there was more to come and when it came, Al­bert knew the joys of sex as he had never be­fore known them-and that was say­ing a very great deal, for Al­bert Gore had more steady sex part­ners than any other man in the state.

	As Carol con­tin­ued to pump her loins over his erec­tion, her cunt lips clutch­ing at his sens­it­iv­ity greed­ily, Doris put the fin­ish­ing touches on the en­tire scene.

	She sat down on her father‘s face, her sweetly scen­ted cunt opened wide, in­vit­ing his tongue to enter it and ex­plore.

	Al­bert Gore‘s tongue shot out of his mouth and up the cunt of his old­est daugh­ter work­ing in fren­zied fash­ion now.

	This, ap­par­ently, was the sig­nal to all of the girls. Im­me­di­ately they in­creased the speed of their own move­ments, all of their cunts grasp­ing at some por­tion of their father‘s ana­tomy.

	When Al­bert hit his peak, which he did fairly quickly, he knew by their re­ac­tions that they, too, all of them, were hav­ing or­gasms even as he gushed forth his jism into the warm young cunt of the sweat­ing, but lovely Carol.

	Al­bert Gore-the in­ces­tu­ous father of them all-was be­ing mass fucked.


CHAPTER THREE

	Be­cause Joan, sev­en­teen and blonde, and Ab­bie, her fif­teen-year-old bru­nette sis­ter were left alone much of the time, due to the swinging activ­it­ies of their par­ents, they even­tu­ally fell into the prac­tice of sleep­ing to­gether, a situ­ation of which Joan was in fa­vor but Ab­bie du­bi­ous.

	Joan had a reason for want­ing to sleep with her young, pretty sis­ter-she wanted to make her. Joan, of course, was def­in­itely the ag­gressor in the situ­ation while Ab­bie was the so-called vic­tim. How­ever, Ab­bie de­veloped such a lik­ing for her sis­ter‘s af­fec­tion that the re­la­tion­ship threatened to turn it­self about. We are con­cerned here only with the first time Joan at­temp­ted to put the make on her kid sis­ter. It took place some­what as fol­lows.

	Ab­bie, a cute girl with pretty breasts, had gone to bed early, but not to sleep. She was read­ing a book she had bought and was en­tirely cap­tiv­ated by it. She barely glanced at Joan when she stepped into the room but was ob­liged to take a second and some­what startled look at her sis­ter when she no­ticed she was stark na­ked.

	”Hey,“ Ab­bie cried out in as­ton­ish­ment. ”What‘s with you? Can‘t you find your pa­ja­mas?“ Joan came to the bed and sat down. She fingered her hard, small breasts. ”Do you mind if I crawl in bed?“ she asked in a sul­try voice, her eyes bor­ing into Ab­bie‘s.

	Ab­bie moved over on the bed ob­li­gingly. ”No, I don‘t mind,“ she said. ”But I‘m go­ing to be read­ing for a while. I‘ve got this new book and....“

	Joan was already in bed and un­der the cov­ers. She seemed, how­ever, to be tak­ing great pains not to cover her breasts. ”Ab­bie,“ she said sud­denly, not quite meet­ing her sis­ter‘s glance, ”what would you think if I told you I wanted to kiss your tit­ties?“

	Ab­bie felt some­thing hap­pen­ing to the nape of her neck. She forced her­self to smile at her sis­ter. ”You‘re kid­ding,“ she said. ”You must be.“

	Joan shook her head firmly. ”I‘m not kid­ding. I want to...fool around.“

	”With...me?“ Ab­bie didn‘t know what to think about all this. Was Joan drunk? Had she got­ten into their dad‘s whis­key? No, she didn‘t smell as if she had been drink­ing.

	”Yes, damn it, with you. Don‘t try to act so in­no­cent. You know what I‘m talk­ing about.“ Joan‘s eyes burned fiercely.

	”Well...sort of...but I never dreamed that you were....“

	”That kind of girl? Well, I am, so there. I like be­ing this way,“ Joan ad­ded fiercely. ”It turns me on like crazy and it will you, too, if you‘ll just let it.“ Ab­bie put her book down after dog-ear­ing the page care­fully. The truth was, she was some­what ex­cited by the look of lust in her sis­ter‘s blue eyes. She hes­it­antly pulled down the sheet to re­veal her own breasts. Ab­bie was not wear­ing pa­ja­mas, either, though with her it had been a mat­ter of lazi­ness and not a sexual mat­ter.

	”Je­sus, kid, you‘ve got pretty tits,“ Joan cried, and reach­ing over cupped Ab­bie‘s right titty in her hand. ”I‘d like to suck them.“

	”You shouldn‘t say things like that, Joan. You know you shouldn‘t.“ twis­ted slightly smiled. ”Shit,“ she said. ”Double shit.“

	”Hey,“ Ab­bie cried in­dig­nantly. ”What‘s with you? You never talked like that be­fore.“

	”I got me a hot tongue, kid, that‘s what‘s hap­pen­ing. You know what a hot tongue is?“ Joan‘s face was con­tor­ted with the look of lust.

	Ab­bie moistened her pretty red lips nervously. ”No, I guess I don‘t.“

	”Hot tongue is some­thing a gal like me gets when she sees a fe­male body.“ Joan grinned at her younger sis­ter mean­ing­fully. ”Now do you un­der­stand?“

	”If you want to...kiss my tit­ties...go ahead...see if I care,“ Ab­bie said, not quite will­ing to be treated as a know-noth­ing young­ster.

	Joan cried out and threw her­self on top of Ab­bie, pla­cing her lips about Ab­bie‘s left titty and ap­ply­ing suc­tion to it in the most mad­den­ing man­ner. Ab­bie moaned and stroked Joan‘s hair, lik­ing the feel­ing of hav­ing her tits sucked.

	”Oh...Joan...that feels...good....“ The words tumbled from Ab­bie‘s lips.

	When Joan sud­denly bit her, Ab­bie struck her sis­ter on top of the head, an­grily. The an­ger quickly passed, how­ever, for Joan had slipped her hand between Ab­bie‘s now moist thighs and was rub­bing her cunt lips gently. Ab­bie sighed, for­got her an­ger and par­ted her legs in­vit­ingly. Joan moved her head down­ward and away from Ab­bie‘s tits. She ran her tongue about in the vi­cin­ity of Ab­bie‘s na­vel and then entered the na­vel, it­self mak­ing little circ­ling move­ments that nearly drove Ab­bie mad with a wild and strange de­sire.

	”Oh...Joan...what are you do­ing?“ Ab­bie gasped.

	Joan began to kiss Ab­bie‘s tummy. As she did so, Ab­bie went limp and without real­iz­ing it, spread her legs apart more than be­fore. Joan ran her tongue down­ward from her younger sis­ter‘s na­vel un­til she was in the pu­bic hair. Ab­bie held her breath now and Joan‘s lips and tongue lingered there mo­ment­ar­ily. When Joan went even lower and her tongue touched the wet spot that Ab­bie re­ferred to privately as hers, Ab­bie cried out and again stroked her sis­ter‘s hair. Joan let her tongue linger along the edges of Ab­bie‘s cunt for a long period of time, or so it seemed to Ab­bie, but then she dipped it in­side and when Ab­bie felt this hap­pen­ing she jumped high on the bed, knock­ing her sis­ter‘s head aside.

	”Hey!“ Joan cried out, an­grily. ”Watch it. What the hell are you do­ing?“ Ab­bie be­came in­stantly apo­lo­getic. ”I‘m sorry, sis, hon­est I am. When you dar­ted your tongue up in­side me I just...I just jumped.“

	”Be still,“ Joan told her fiercely. ”Get down flat on your back and spread those creamy legs, baby. I‘m com­ing to fuck.“

	”What?“ Ab­bie cried al­most stu­pidly.

	”I‘m gonna tongue-fuck you, kid, that‘s what. Spread those lush thighs of yours.“

	”Where did you ever learn to talk so...funny?“ Ab­bie wanted to know. Her heart was ham­mer­ing furi­ously within her chest.

	”I don‘t al­ways talk this way, kid. Only when I‘m hot for cunt.“

	”You sound al­most like a...stranger.“

	”Listen,“ Joan cried fix­ing her sis­ter with a fierce, blue-eyed look, ”do you want to get tongue-fucked or not? ”

	”That‘s such an...aw­ful word. Can‘t you call it some­thing else?“ Joan grinned lust­fully. ”That‘s what it is, kid. It‘s fuck. In this case it‘s tongue-fuck. That‘s what I‘m go­ing to do to you soon as you spread your legs.“

	”Tongue-fuck?“ Ab­bie re­peated re­luct­antly. ”What aw­ful hot words.“ Joan evid­ently was tired of talk­ing about it, so she gave Ab­bie a shove that sent the younger girl flat on her back. While she was try­ing to re­gain her bal­ance, Joan grabbed her right leg and hold­ing it high by the knee, thrust her own head un­der it un­til she was between Ab­bie‘s very wet thighs.

	”Oh...Joan...are you...go­ing to...do that...really?“

	”I‘m go­ing to show you the time of your life, kid. You wait and see. You ain‘t never known noth­ing like this tongue-fuck­ing busi­ness.“

	”Oh...Joan,“ was all Ab­bie could say. She was so weak from ex­cite­ment.

	Joan leaned for­ward and ran her tongue about in Ab­bie‘s na­vel in a dev­il­ishly mad­den­ing man­ner and as Ab­bie shuddered with de­light at this hot piece of busi­ness, Joan went fur­ther by draw­ing back and run­ning her tongue the en­tire length of her sis­ter‘s cunt.

	”Oh...my...good­ness...Joanie, you‘re driv­ing me...nuts.“ Joan fastened her lips on the cunt edges of her sis­ter and sucked hard. This felt so good to Ab­bie that she smiled and purred like a kit­ten.

	”You like it, don‘t you, kid?“ Joan asked. ”Just wait. You ain‘t seen noth­ing yet.“

	”I‘m so...hot...Joanie...I never thought girls...could get...this way with each other.“ Ab­bie was al­most be­side her­self with pas­sion.

	”Cut it out. You know damned well we could. I‘ve seen the way you‘ve stared at my tits and box when I was tak­ing a shower.“

	”Have I? I mean, did I really stare at you...there?“

	”You sure did, kid. More‘n once.“

	”Hmm, I never thought you knew about it.“

	”I don‘t miss much, kid,“ Joan paused. ”Spread your legs a bit more. I‘m go­ing in deep with my tongue now.“ Ab­bie in­stantly spread her legs farther apart, her one leg still over her sis­ter‘s shoulder. Im­me­di­ately, as if she had sud­denly got­ten a bet­ter idea, Joan pulled Ab­bie‘s other leg down over her op­pos­ite shoulder. Now Ab­bie could glance down­ward across the ex­panse of her bare tummy and see her sis­ter‘s long, blond hair between her legs, could see her fore­head near her crotch as Joan again began to lick Ab­bie‘s cunt with her warm, wet tongue. It was such a hot-look­ing af­fair that Ab­bie had a small, quick or­gasm which caused her slender body to shud­der with de­light.

	”Oh!“ she gasped. ”Oh...this is...great...fun.“ Joan now firmly bur­ied her face in Ab­bie‘s moist crotch as Ab­bie watched her with fas­cin­a­tion. She felt the wet tongue strok­ing the sens­it­iv­it­ies of her private place, felt the sear­ing touch of it as it dar­ted into her cunt deeply only to be hast­ily and mad­den­ingly with­drawn. How­ever, Joan soon shot her tongue back up Ab­bie‘s cunt pas­sion­ately, and Ab­bie had a second small but de­light­ful or­gasm.

	”How does that feel, kid?“ was Joan‘s muffled ques­tion, as she panted hard.

	”Won­der­ful...just won­der­ful...do it some more...please?“ Ab­bie was also pant­ing hard.

	”Lock your ankles to­gether be­hind my back, kid,“ Joan told her. ”I like to feel I‘m help­less. It turns me on, it really does.“

	Ab­bie du­ti­fully locked her ankles to­gether in such a way that she was, in ef­fect, im­pris­on­ing her sis­ter‘s head. It was a nice feel­ing for Ab­bie, and she could see it was equally nice for Joan who was pant­ing harder now, her breath warm­ing Ab­bie‘s thighs, cunt and tummy.

	Ab­bie had an­other little or­gasm. My, this was de­light­ful fun. Why hadn‘t Joan ever done this to her be­fore? All these little or­gasms. How de­light­ful they were.

	”I like...it, Joanie,“ she told her sis­ter. ”I like it a lot.“ Joan shot her tongue up Ab­bie‘s cunt again and wiggled it about in every which way. This nearly caused Ab­bie to faint from sheer ex­cite­ment.

	”I like it, too, kid. There is noth­ing like tongue-fuck­ing.“

	”Oh...Joanie...may I? Could I? I mean, would you let me do it, too? I mean to yours?“ Ab­bie‘s eyes were bul­ging now, though she was not aware of this.

	”Sure, kid. But later. Right now I want to make you blow your wad.“ Ab­bie giggled. ”That‘s the way boys talk. I heard ‚em talk like that once.“

	”Aw...what do they know. Dumb bas­tards.“ Joan soun­ded harsh.

	Ab­bie was shocked by her sis­ter‘s blis­ter­ing tone, but she got over it soon. Es­pe­cially when Joan re­sumed dart­ing her tongue in and out of her cunt with great rapid­ity. Ab­bie had an­other or­gasm, and this time, it was lar­ger and longer last­ing than the oth­ers had been. It dev­ast­ated the younger girl to such an ex­tent that she began to per­spire ex­cess­ively and pant­ing in the man­ner of a puppy dog that has had a long run un­der a hot sun.

	”Oh...that‘s so nice...Joanie,“ Ab­bie moaned, gasp­ing for air at the same time.

	Joan ran her tongue up through Ab­bie‘s pu­bic hair un­til it came to rest in her na­vel. She wiggled her tongue about in the hole in such a way that Ab­bie had to close her eyes tightly and hang on des­per­ately to her sis­ter‘s head. Ab­bie ac­tu­ally had a feel­ing she was go­ing to fall from some high place at any mo­ment. How­ever, Joan left the na­vel soon and re­turned to the crotch, whereupon she dar­ted her wet, long tongue up Ab­bie‘s cunt again caus­ing the younger girl to jump high into the air as she had done pre­vi­ously.

	”Oh,“ Ab­bie sighed. ”Those sud­den moves of your tongue drive me wild.“ Joan was hold­ing her down firmly now as she glared at her younger sis­ter. ”If you don‘t stop that damned jump­ing, I‘m gonna punch you,“ she de­clared roughly.

	”Why do you talk like that to me?“ Ab­bie cried fear­fully. I can‘t help it if your...tongue-fuck­ing...,“ Ab­bie hes­it­ated at us­ing the term, ”...makes me jump. I jump be­cause you do things sud­denly and it startles me. It feels so good that I just jump up like crazy.“ She paused. ”But I‘m sorry. I‘ll try to lie still.“

	Joan softened her ex­pres­sion and tone of voice. ”I‘m sorry, too. It‘s just that when you jump like that you break con­tact between my tongue and your cunt, and baby, I want my tongue up your cunt, not out of it. You un­der­stand me?“ Joan peered at her, a sis­terly smile on her face.

	Ab­bie nod­ded. ”Please put your tongue back in...it feels so good...it makes me weak all over, and I feel just won­der­ful.“

	Joan dis­en­gaged her­self from Ab­bie‘s thighs and lift­ing her body, turned it about un­til Ab­bie, look­ing dir­ectly up, could see an ex­panse of brown pu­bic hair dir­ectly over her face. She watched with ter­ror and fas­cin­a­tion as Joan lowered her cunt to her mouth. When the hair touched Ab­bie‘s lips, she kissed it quickly, eagerly. But when the pres­sure of Joan‘s cunt be­came too great, Ab­bie nearly pan­icked. She shoved at Joan‘s hips and the older girl lif­ted her body a little to per­mit the younger one to breathe.

	”You scared me there for a mo­ment,“ Ab­bie cried. ”Please don‘t do that.“

	”Don‘t be scared, kid. Just suck my cunt. Stick your tongue out of your mouth and work my cunt over. I need it real bad.“ Say­ing this, Joan ran her own tongue the length of Ab­bie‘s slit, which al­most caused the younger girl to jump up again. How­ever, she man­aged to re­strain her­self this time.

	”I can‘t help it, Joanie...I am scared,“ Ab­bie cried softly, by way of ex­plan­a­tion. She con­tin­ued to kiss the hair around her sis­ter‘s cunt with great eager­ness.

	”That‘s good, kid...only run your tongue along my crack, too. Go in­side baby.“

	”I‘m scared,“ Ab­bie com­plained. ”Can‘t you un­der­stand that? ” Joan‘s only an­swer was to be­gin a male-fuck­ing move­ment with her hips. This caused her cunt to spread open and the wet in­ner sur­face wiped it­self across Ab­bie‘s trem­bling lips. A strange thing happened. Ab­bie sud­denly turned into the ag­gressor. She was no more the frightened kid, the startled young­ster, hes­it­ant and fear­ful. Even Joan ap­peared sur­prised at the fury of Ab­bie‘s tongue-fuck­ing, which the younger girl seemed cap­able of do­ing ex­pertly without any pre­vi­ous ex­per­i­ence. She must have been do­ing some­thing right for as her tongue wiped up and down and across Joan‘s slit, Joan was moan­ing and thrash­ing about on top of her sis­ter, her hips mov­ing frantic­ally un­til fi­nally, Ab­bie grabbed her thighs and held her mo­tion­less as she con­tin­ued to thrust her tongue reck­lessly into Joan‘s hole.

	”Je­sus Christ, kid, that‘s...great...keep it up.“ This from Joan, who seemed to be in some­thing of a state of shock.

	”Get busy on my cunt, you,“ Ab­bie barked, sur­pris­ing even her­self. She had never in her life spoken this way to her older sis­ter.

	”Hey, kid,“ Joan cried, ”I‘ve got you. I‘ve really got you hooked. Great! Won­der­ful! You‘re just like me now, aren‘t you? Think of the fun we can have to­gether.“

	”Oh, shut up and suck cunt,“ Ab­bie barked crossly, an­noyed that she had to re­move her lips from Joan‘s sweet-tast­ing cunt for even an in­stant.

	”Well, how about that,“ Joan mur­mured and thrust her tongue back up Ab­bie‘s slit in a re­newed show of pas­sion.

	”Oh, that‘s so good,“ Ab­bie cried thickly. ”Take me. Make me come, baby!“ They con­tin­ued to suck each other‘s cunt while their hands found each other‘s breasts. Soon they were squeez­ing tits fiercely as their tongues worked over the cunts that were pressed eagerly against will­ing lips.

	Ab­bie stopped once to re­gain her breath. ”Oh, this is so beau­ti­ful...this is just the greatest thrill in the world!“

	”Yeah, kid. I told you it was.“ Joan paused. ”Go deeper in me, can you? I like to have my bumper jumped.“

	Ab­bie didn‘t know what she was talk­ing about, but she made every ef­fort to thrust her tongue more deeply into her sis­ter‘s box. She must have done it prop­erly for Joan cried out and began to fuck her face again. She did it so furi­ously that Ab­bie had trouble keep­ing up with her mov­ing, hop­ping cunt. How­ever, she found she could do this, and in the act of do­ing it she dis­covered great sat­is­fac­tion. My, this sis­ter-on-sis­ter thing was won­der­ful. It was the most ex­cit­ing thing that Ab­bie had ever ex­per­i­enced, and she knew, already, that this was go­ing to be her sort of life from now on. The hell with boys. Well...she might take one on oc­ca­sion­ally, but this fe­male-to-fe­male bit was simply ter­rific.

	Joan stopped her frantic fuck­ing move­ments and Ab­bie, still clasp­ing her sis­ter‘s tits, was able to con­cen­trate bet­ter on get­ting her tongue more deeply into that wet, in­vit­ing cunt. This is what she im­me­di­ately pro­ceeded to do. Joan moaned and squeezed Ab­bie‘s tits so hard that Ab­bie had to ask her to let up on the pres­sure, which Joan did, though not for long. When Ab­bie felt her breasts be­ing squeezed too hard again, she, in turn, squeezed harder on Joan‘s. This, how­ever, had no ef­fect in­so­far as get­ting Joan to lessen her squeez­ing-Joan ap­peared to like hurt­ing people and be­ing hurt in turn. This was some­thing about which Ab­bie knew noth­ing at all.

	”Joanie,“ she com­plained fi­nally, ”please don‘t squeeze them so hard. The pain is ter­rific.“

	”Okay, kid,“ Joan panted, let­ting up on the squeez­ing but be­gin­ning to lick Ab­bie‘s as­shole.

	This felt so good to Ab­bie that she had an im­me­di­ate and large or­gasm. ”Oh, my good­ness, but you do that well Joanie. It nearly drives me crazy...but crazy good, if you know what I mean.“

	”Sure, kid, now do the same thing to me. I love this stuff, don‘t you?“

	”Yes,“ Ab­bie agreed quickly. ”It‘s won­der­ful I‘m so glad you showed me how to do it.“

	”I figured it was about time you en­joyed...your­self, kid.“ Joan moved from Ab­bie‘s as­shole back to her cunt, kiss­ing it re­peatedly.

	”Have you been...suck­ing...cunts long, Joanie?“ Joan ceased her ac­tion and was si­lent for a minute. ”Why do you want to know that?“ she asked.

	”Just curi­ous. Have you done this with other girls?“

	”Sure, kid. Lots of times. Ever since I was twelve.“

	”Hon­est? Since you were twelve?“

	”That‘s right, kid. Since I was twelve.“

	”Gee, it‘s kind of strange.“

	”Yeah, that‘s the way I felt about it at first. Isn‘t it won­der­ful, how­ever?“

	”Suck my cunt some more, Joanie. I prom­ise you I‘ll suck you till you get a hot.“ Ab­bie was pant­ing again.

	”Okay, kid. You go ahead and suck me some more. I‘ll give you a few hots, my­self.“ The two girls went back to work on each other‘s cunts with their lips, tongues and their pas­sions. Joan had rolled off Ab­bie so that they now were ly­ing on their sides, their thighs wrapped about each other‘s head, their cunts pressed fiercely against the op­pos­ite set of lips. Both girls began slow fuck­ing move­ments, for this helped to keep their pas­sions run­ning high and also caused their cunts to open up, mak­ing it easier to tongue them. Their young bod­ies, as na­ked as the day they were born, were wrapped to­gether in a love em­brace that was un­be­liev­ably ex­cit­ing. They moved their loins about wan­tonly, their tongues worked fe­ver­ishly in a con­stant at­tempt at mak­ing the other girl spasm.

	That they did spasm at the same time was not quite as much of a co­in­cid­ence as one might have thought. After all, they were sis­ters and it is un­der­stand­able that they may have had sim­ilar ”highs.“ It was en­tirely pos­sible that a sim­ilar amount of lip-rub­bing and tongue move­ment in their re­spect­ive cunts would cause them to blow at ap­prox­im­ately the same time.

	Ab­bie no­ticed im­me­di­ately how very wet Joan‘s cunt had be­come, how very fast her sis­ter‘s breath­ing was, how the per­spir­a­tion was drip­ping freely from both of their bod­ies, their sweat in­ter­ming­ling and be­com­ing as one. She also no­ticed that her own cunt had be­come ex­traordin­ar­ily damp, and that Joan was lick­ing up the damp­ness much in the man­ner of a kit­ten lap­ping milk. This ex­cited Ab­bie all over again to such an ex­tent that she pulled hard on Joan‘s breasts. The two girls jumped up from the bed at the same time, then ac­ci­dent­ally fell to the floor with Ab­bie on top.

	Ab­bie‘s cunt was po­si­tioned dir­ectly over Joan‘s breasts, so Ab­bie did the one thing she had not done up to this point-she pissed.

	They both giggled.

	Even piss­ing had be­come a thrill to them.


CHAPTER FOUR

	A step­mother who se­duces her stepson may not be con­sidered to be hav­ing an in­ces­tu­ous re­la­tion­ship by some people, but the truth of the mat­ter is that she is do­ing pre­cisely that. Take the case of Mrs. Cash and her stepson, Jerry.

	Mrs. Cash was a thirty-year-old bru­nette with curves in all the right places. She had been mar­ried to Jerry‘s father, Her­man, for three years be­fore she first se­duced the boy who, at the time, was four­teen years of age. The se­duc­tion of the blond, good-look­ing boy was not en­tirely un­planned.

	Mrs. Cash was alone al­most every even­ing be­cause her hus­band worked the second shift in an auto­mobile fact­ory. She began look­ing for­ward to see­ing Jerry ar­rive home from school each week­day. The boy had grown con­sid­er­ably in the past year and Mrs. Cash, be­cause her hus­band was older and not ro­mantic­ally in­clined, did not fail to take note of the way his pants pro­truded in the front. Jerry, as most boys his age, was in the habit of wear­ing very tight-fit­ting slacks or jeans which re­vealed the con­tours of his parts to in­quis­it­ive eyes. His step­mother, a pas­sion-driven, ima­gin­at­ive fe­male, who had never in her life got­ten enough of the sex she wanted most, could not take her eyes off his crotch.

	It was a Monday af­ter­noon when Jerry came into the house, ar­riv­ing home from school. Mrs. Cash was stretched out sex­ily on the sofa in the front room, hav­ing planned it that way. She was wear­ing her very skimpy hot pants, her fig­ure be­ing def­in­itely good enough to af­ford such a lux­ury. Mrs. Cash knew this, and this was the day she planned to force the boy to be­come aware of it.

	”Jerry, dear,“ she called throat­ily as he entered the house and threw down his jacket. ”Will you come here, please?“ She did not sit up on the sofa but con­tin­ued ly­ing down in or­der to look as se­duct­ive as pos­sible, which was con­sid­er­able.

	Jerry walked over to her and trained his gray eyes on her body. ”Yeah?“ he said nervously. He never called her ”mother.“ Once in a while he called her by her first name, Mar­sha. He had no overt hos­til­ity to­ward her. It was just that he didn‘t quite know how to handle be­ing alone with her.

	Mrs. Cash had pre­vi­ously ar­ranged her low-cut blouse so that when she moved in a cer­tain way, most of her ample breasts would be re­vealed to him. She made the move now and was re­war­ded by see­ing the quick look of hot lust leap into his eyes. This kid, she knew, was ready for sex.

	”Jerry,“ she said softly, mak­ing her tone very se­duct­ive sound­ing. ”Why are you star­ing at me so? Is some­thing wrong?“ She glanced down at the front of his pants and saw that there was in­deed some­thing wrong-only she quite nat­ur­ally pre­ferred to think of it as some­thing right. The boy had an enorm­ous hard-on. ”Tell me son,“ she went on, ”is some­thing both­er­ing you?“

	Jerry‘s face looked strained. ”No. Noth­ing wrong. I‘ve...got to go to my room now.“ Mrs. Cash reached out, caught his hand and held it, giv­ing it firm little squeezes. ”Don‘t go to your room, boy. Stay here and talk to me. I‘m very lonely.“ The lust in his eyes was fairly leap­ing out at her now. ”I‘d bet­ter go to my room,“ he said, his voice shak­ing with emo­tion.

	”No,“ she said firmly, know­ing that she must be strong or lose him al­to­gether. ”I want you to sit down here and talk to me, Jerry.“

	He hes­it­ated but sat down gingerly. She was ter­ribly con­scious of that young, suck­able hard-on so close to her body. The thought of it made her head swim mo­ment­ar­ily, but she fought off the feel­ing and con­tin­ued to press and squeeze his hand pro­voc­at­ively. Fi­nally, she placed his hand on her half-covered breasts. She watched him closely as he flushed slightly and moistened his lips, but he did not re­move his hand.

	”I‘d bet­ter go,“ he stammered, look­ing ex­tremely ill at ease.

	”What‘s the mat­ter, boy. Don‘t you like to feel a wo­man‘s tit­ties?“ She knew she was tak­ing a long chance at be­ing this overt with him, but Mrs. Cash was des­per­ate-hot and des­per­ate. If he told her hus­band, well, the hell with it.

	”Of course I do,“ he sur­prised her by an­swer­ing. ”But not my...step­mother‘s.“

	”I prom­ise not to tell your father, boy, if that‘s what is wor­ry­ing you.“ She looked him stead­ily in the eyes, her own eye­lids lowered se­duct­ively.

	Jerry gulped sev­eral times. ”What...do...you...want...me to...do, Mar­sha?“ She liked hav­ing him call her by her first name. It made them more in­tim­ate. How­ever, she knew she had to be very care­ful at this point, so she smiled nicely at him be­fore she spoke. ”I‘d like you to take your peter out of your pants, dear.“ Her words were in a whis­per.

	He grinned lust­fully. ”What did you say?“ His face was quite red now.

	Mrs. Cash took a deep breath, held it, let it out quickly. ”I said, I want you to take your prick out of your pants and let me see it.“

	Jerry hes­it­ated, looked at her, looked away from her but fi­nally un­zipped his fly. His face grew more strained and red-look­ing by the mo­ment. When he had re­moved his slim penis, and she caught her first look at the lovely swollen tube, Mrs. Cash drew in her breath deeply as be­fore. ”Oh...,“ she cried softly. ”What a pretty prick, Jerry.“ She made an out­rageous ges­ture with her lips, purs­ing them in ex­ag­ger­a­tion and thrust­ing them to­wards his penis. ”Put the pretty prick between my lips, dear. I want to suck the pretty prick.“ Mrs. Cash was al­most out of her mind with pas­sion now. ”Please, Jerry boy, put the pretty prick in my mouth.“ She par­ted her red lips in­vit­ingly.

	Jerry dropped to his knees be­side the sofa, pushed his pants down over his hips, along with his briefs, and aimed his prick at his step­mother‘s lips. Mrs. Cash shut her eyes as she felt the warm, rub­bery tube be­ing thrust between her lips. She closed her lips tightly around the ex­cit­ing ri­gid­ity and ap­plied suc­tion to it. She heard Jerry suck­ing in air greed­ily.

	”Je­sus Christ,“ he moaned, ”that feels great. Suck me, Mar­sha, suck the hell out of me.“ It was mu­sic to hear him speak in this man­ner, es­pe­cially since she had been dream­ing about hav­ing him do ex­actly that for some time. Mrs. Cash kept her eyes closed and moved her head back and forth, the hard cock rub­bing across her lips nearly caus­ing her to have a sud­den or­gasm. She thought she was go­ing to die from sheer ex­cite­ment for a time, her heart was beat­ing and ham­mer­ing so wildly within her chest.

	”Suck me,“ Jerry cried over and over. ”Suck me, make me come, please!“ Mrs. Cash opened her eyes to see the ex­panse of boy-flesh and pu­bic hair so close to her face. Be­cause she had most of his slim prick in her mouth, she could not see it, so she moved her head back com­ing to the head of his penis with her lips. Now she stared at the thing, what she could see of it at such close range. She was amazed at how eas­ily she had se­duced him, or­ally. She had thought he would put up a much stiffer res­ist­ance to be­ing sucked off by her.

	Some­times it paid to be dir­ect and overt, she now knew.

	She lay on her side as he began to pump his prick into her mouth and, as she did so, her hands stole to her breasts to lift them out of her blouse and have them avail­able, in case he de­cided to fondle them while she sucked him off. It was some mo­ments be­fore he ap­par­ently dis­covered her ex­posed breasts. Then she heard him suck­ing in air again, as he had done pre­vi­ously and then felt his hands play­ing with her tit­ties in frantic fash­ion.

	Ah, but it was nice, she thought. It was so nice.

	He was no longer on his knees be­side the sofa. Now he had crawled on top of her without ever once re­mov­ing his penis from her suck­ing lips. He star­ted pulling at her hot pants in an at­tempt to draw them down over her hips. Mrs. Cash lif­ted her hips as much as she could to help him. He fi­nally suc­ceeded in yank­ing them down far enough for him to pull down her panty­hose and kiss her cunt. Mrs. Cash tightened her lips about his pump­ing penis, as she felt the hot kisses be­ing rained on her cunt. God, he was won­der­ful! He was won­der­fully hot. He was ac­tu­ally cunt-lap­ping her, a thing which she had hardly dared hoped for. Mrs. Cash spread her legs as much as she could and fi­nally, when she saw she could not get them far enough apart for his head to go between her thighs, she lif­ted one leg bring­ing it down over his back, her great warm thighs caress­ing the sides of his face.

	Ap­par­ently Jerry liked this for he began kiss­ing her cunt with re­newed vigor. It was at this point that Mrs. Cash felt his poin­ted tongue enter her cunt in the most ex­cit­able fash­ion ima­gin­able. She strained to part her thighs even more and in do­ing so suc­ceeded, quite by chance, in ”swal­low­ing“ his tongue with her cunt.

	”Oh...Jerry, boy,“ she moaned. ”This is de­li­cious. Suck my cunt, dear, suck it like a good boy.“

	He stopped kiss­ing her slit for a mo­ment. ”Boy, am I glad you asked me to take my prick out, Mar­sha. Gee, you‘re a hot bitch.“

	Mrs. Cash smiled, not at all caring that he had called her a bitch. ”Thank you, Jerry boy. You‘re a hot bas­tard, your­self.“ Ac­tu­ally, she rather liked be­ing called a bitch.

	He laughed oddly and kissed her wet cunt again. ”I sure am hot, and you‘re the bitch that makes me that way. Wow!“

	”Come on, you cunt-lap­ping bas­tard,“ she laughed, ”get busy on my puss. I need to have an or­gasm, boy.“

	”Okay, you cock-suck­ing bitch,“ he re­turned. ”While I make you blow your nuts, you can suck the jism out of my prick.“

	”Oh, I want to suck the jism out of your prick so much, boy. Hurry and fuck me in the mouth again.“

	He thrust his penis back between her lips, which she grate­fully took in and sucked on it furi­ously as she felt him work­ing over her cunt with his lips and tongue. God, his tongue was poin­ted and hot and wet and won­der­ful. Whatever made it feel so damned hot like this? She had never known a male tongue to be so hot even though she had had quite a few tongues up her box prior to her mar­riage.

	”Hey,“ he cried, pump­ing his prick into her mouth as he spoke, ”this is the greatest fun I ever had. How come you de­cided you were go­ing to do it to me today? Have you had a fight with my father or some­thing?“

	Mrs. Cash stiffened a little. ”No, no fight. Your father doesn‘t like to suck me or have me suck him.“

	”Boy, he doesn‘t know what he‘s miss­ing. How come he doesn‘t like some­thing great like this?“

	”I don‘t know. Let‘s not talk about him. Let‘s con­cen­trate on go­ing off, dear.“

	”Sure, okay. That sounds good to me, Mar­sha.“ She was pleased again at hear­ing him call her Mar­sha. With his penis between her lips, hear­ing him call her by her first name made the whole af­fair some­how even more de­lect­able.

	They re­tained their po­s­i­tions with him above and she be­low. He con­tin­ued to pump his penis wildly into her mouth, while he dar­ted his tongue in and out of her slit with greater speed and ex­pert­ise now.

	”You‘re get­ting very good at this, Jerry boy,“ Mrs. Cash gasped, fight­ing to re­gain her nor­mal rate of breath­ing but find­ing it im­possible. ”Keep it up, boy. Your tongue feels so very good up my cunt.“

	He began a fuck­ing move­ment again, so she made her lips round like the let­ter ”O“ and al­low­ing his ri­gidly stiff penis that dripped beads of thick fluid every few mo­ments to pass over them. There was noth­ing so ex­cit­ing as be­ing per­mit­ted to suck a male dick in Mrs. Cash‘s opin­ion. While she also en­joyed fuck­ing, she had fi­nally ar­rived at the opin­ion that oral sex was even more fas­cin­at­ing. It was es­pe­cially fas­cin­at­ing when it was done in an in­ces­tu­ous re­la­tion­ship such as the one she was presently ex­per­i­en­cing. How nice his body was. She knew con­sid­er­able about this, for she had been in bed with more than one young boy in her life, gen­er­ally hav­ing a pref­er­ence for them over the more ma­ture male. The more ma­ture male made de­mands that she might not care to ful­fill, while the boys were glad of any at­ten­tion she cared to be­stow on them, sexu­ally. Mrs. Cash liked to man­age things. Es­pe­cially she liked to man­age the sex act. Be­ing in charge, or at least hav­ing the feel­ing that she was in charge, was some­thing she de­votedly hoped for. Mrs. Cash felt that she was in charge of things now that Jerry was do­ing what he was do­ing, be­cause she had pro­voked him into it. This sort of thing she knew to be dis­tinctly de­li­cious.

	”Go deeper, boy,“ she cried out to Jerry. ”Go deeper into my cunt.“ Say­ing this, she began an up­ward fuck­ing move­ment of her own.

	This ap­peared to turn him on con­sid­er­ably for he moaned and caught at her thighs, hug­ging them fiercely, while his tongue dipped farther into her slit. ”Oh....“ he moaned. ”This is just great.“ He plunged his tongue so far up her box that Mrs. Cash shuddered with sud­den de­light and then had a quick and beau­ti­ful or­gasm. She for­tu­nately was the type of wo­man who could, on oc­ca­sion, have or­gasms from al­most noth­ing -a touch, a look, a word spoken in a cer­tain man­ner. A tongue up her cunt brought it on eas­ily and of­ten.

	As so of­ten hap­pens when people en­gage in turn­about sex on so­fas, they fell to the floor. Neither were harmed by the fall just jarred a little. Jerry, how­ever, was now on the bot­tom with Mrs. Cash on top, her loins pump­ing wildly at his head as his tongue was rap­idly go­ing in and out of her wet, slip­pery cunt.

	Of course it happened-she had an enorm­ous or­gasm, so enorm­ous that it left her weak and breath­less. She never for one mo­ment, though, ceased suck­ing the boy‘s cock. Soon, he reached his peak and she felt him stiffen and cry out even as his ri­gid penis began its won­der­ful spurt­ing.

	Mrs. Cash sucked her stepson‘s ri­gid cock un­til it was un­able to de­liver any more good­ies. Then they res­ted.

	It was the fol­low­ing even­ing that she was in bed, na­ked, hop­ing the boy would come and crawl in be­side her. Time passed and there was no sign of him. She knew he had gone out earlier but had not ex­pec­ted him to re­main out so late. Glan­cing at the clock on her dresser, she noted it was el­even-thirty. Her hus­band would be home from work in an­other two hours, and if the boy did not re­turn soon she could not have sex with him. She began to fid­get con­sid­er­ably, but tried not to al­low her­self to be­come an­noyed at the boy. If she per­mit­ted this to take place she would grow angry, and she knew from ex­per­i­ence that there is noth­ing as self-de­feat­ing, sexu­ally, as an­ger.

	Mrs. Cash, the lovely, bru­nette, sex-hungry step­mother, had no in­ten­tion of per­mit­ting her­self to be de­feated sexu­ally, ever.

	She waited as pa­tiently as she could.

	Fi­nally, she heard the front door open and slam shut. As her heart hammered, she got up from the bed to glance at her­self in the dresser mir­ror. She looked fine. Just fine. Mrs. Cash was an hon­est wo­man. She sel­dom, if ever, kid­ded her­self. She knew when she looked good and when she did not. When she did not, she did some­thing con­struct­ive about it and never com­plained to her­self.

	Now be­cause she knew she looked se­duct­ive, she re­laxed against the pil­lows and waited for Jerry to knock on the door. This he did al­most pre­cisely two minutes later.

	”Yes,“ she called out. ”Who is it?“ She knew damned well who it was.

	The door came open a bit. ”It‘s me,“ the boy said. ”Can I come in and...talk to you?“ Mrs. Cash felt her pulse quicken. Clear­ing her throat she replied, ”Yes, of course you may come in, dear.“ She glanced down quickly to make cer­tain her lovely breasts were show­ing al­most in their en­tirety. ”Come in,“ she ad­ded hast­ily, ”and close the door, Jerry.“ The boy pushed the door open-she had not seen him as yet-and as he did so, she ob­served that he was stark na­ked and that his penis was ri­gid. Mrs. Cash drew in her breath quickly and held it, re­leas­ing it slowly. What an ex­per­i­ence it was to see a young boy‘s erec­tion.

	”I want to fuck you, Mar­sha,“ he blur­ted out star­ing at her nude breasts hun­grily. ”I have to fuck you to­night. I‘m go­ing crazy for a fuck.“

	”Oh...how nice of you to say so...are you sure you have to fuck? Wouldn‘t you prefer hav­ing me suck your cock, boy?“ She en­joyed speak­ing in this play­ful man­ner.

	It was al­most amus­ing the way his penis gushed out fluid that flew high into the air form­ing a half circle and end­ing up on the car­pet­ing.

	”My,“ she cried, ”you cer­tainly must be hot to­night, dear boy. Please come close to me if you‘ve stopped your cock from gush­ing. Have you?“

	He glanced down at him­self some­what sheep­ishly. ”Yes, it‘s stopped. Wow! When you spoke about suck­ing my cock, it just blew sky high.“

	”So I no­ticed,“ she mur­mured, her heart ham­mer­ing.

	”May I...fuck you?“ he blur­ted, his lips look­ing ex­tremely wet, as wet as the head of his penis.

	Mrs. Cash, of course, liked very much to be asked per­mis­sion. Es­pe­cially since it was be­ing done in such a humble man­ner. ”Why, yes, dear. If you wish to fuck your step­mother, you may do so, provided you are very good at fuck­ing. Are you very good at fuck­ing, boy? Are you a cock ex­pert?“

	”I don‘t know, but my cock‘s aw­ful hard,“ he stammered.

	”That cer­tainly means a lot.“ Mrs. Cash threw the cov­ers off her body en­tirely, re­veal­ing to his lust­ful gaze her lush and ample nud­ity. ”Come, boy. Get on top of your step­mother, and show her what you can do with your prick.“ She was fairly drool­ing now.

	His face grew red just as it had the pre­vi­ous time. She dis­covered she liked this re­ac­tion from him-it made him ap­pear so vir­ginal, and there was some­thing re­fresh­ingly stim­u­lat­ing about this. ”All right,“ he said, and moved close to the bed. ”I‘ll get on top.“

	Mrs. Cash kept her eyes glued to the boy‘s stead­ily leak­ing penis, hop­ing it wouldn‘t run out of its squirt­ings be­fore her cunt could cap­ture it. Merely think­ing along these lines made her hot­ter than be­fore, a con­di­tion she was pro­foundly in fa­vor of. There was noth­ing in life, she felt, that could com­pare with the hot-and-bothered feel­ing, the need to be fucked, sucked or both.

	”Shall I just crawl on top of you?“ he asked, fin­ger­ing his ri­gid tool in an un­cer­tain man­ner.

	Mrs. Cash no­ticed how very red and angry look­ing his penis was and wondered briefly what made it that way. ”Yes, dear, you may crawl on top and sink the shafter in my cuntie.“ She looked at him. ”Please hurry.“

	He got on the bed, his face taut, his eyes afire with lust, his fin­gers hold­ing his penis as it con­tin­ued to drip beads of male juice. ”Boy, I‘m hot,“ he grunted and lay down on her, his blond hair tick­ling the side of her face.

	Mrs. Cash felt his long, slim penis pok­ing at her cunt, so she spread her lovely thighs quickly, wan­tonly, feel­ing his ri­gid­ity en­ter­ing her body quickly. This sur­prised her as she had thought he would take half the night get­ting the thing up her twat.

	”Now, be care­ful, boy,“ she told him as he began to pump prick into her. ”Don‘t fuck too fast or you‘ll break the con­tact.“

	She soon real­ized she might just as well have saved her sug­ges­tion for he paid no at­ten­tion to it. On the con­trary, he began to fuck her with a kind of wild and reck­less fury. His cock seemed longer now than pre­vi­ously, and he was us­ing it with all the ex­pert­ise of a thirty-year-old man. She de­cided that even he did not know he was fuck­ing her as well as he was. He was pump­ing prick into her so well simply be­cause of his al­most over­whelm­ing pas­sion and urge. The way his penis plunged back in deeply and sav­agely told her this. Mrs. Cash began to purr like a cat hav­ing its back scratched.

	”God,“ she mur­mured, aware of pleas­ure passing through her, ”what a hot, young fucker I‘ve got on my hands. How nice it will be to fuck and suck him every night. I don‘t have to hunt for fuck­ing any longer. I have the hot­test piece of ass in town here in my own home.“ She began to fuck up­ward, meet­ing him as he con­tin­ued to thrust his stiff penis far in­side of her cunt.

	Mrs. Cash felt it hap­pen­ing to her first. She be­came ex­ceed­ingly warm and flush; her body giv­ing off an over­power­ing amount of heat caus­ing the boy to fuck harder and faster. When she felt the re­lease hap­pen­ing to him as well-when she felt the first sting of thick squirt­ings from his cock as it struck the in­ner walls of her cunt, she cried out wildly and loudly. Wrap­ping her lovely legs about his slender body and hold­ing him in a deadly grip, she used her strong ex­per­i­enced cunt much in the man­ner of a plumber us­ing a ”plumber‘s helper“ when he un­plugs a sink.

	She used suc­tion.

	Cunt suc­tion.

	Her cunt drew out the con­tents of his penis quickly. His ex­plo­sion in­side of her caused her to have three suc­cess­ive or­gasms, one quickly fol­low­ing on the heels of the other, and the com­bin­a­tion of the three left her weak and grat­i­fied.

	”Oh...Jerry, boy,“ she groaned. ”That was the best fuck I ever had in my life.“ It was the best fuck she had ever known. There would be many more to come, she knew. Mrs. Cash, now that she had both sucked off and fucked her stepson, was not the type of wo­man to ever per­mit him to cease.

	She would suck him and fuck him as long as she could man­age to keep him at home. Already she was busy mak­ing plans on how to keep him at home after his high school days were over. She knew what she would do to ac­com­plish this. She would get him a soft, easy job that paid hand­somely so that he could not af­ford to leave home. She would keep him con­stantly re­minded that it was she who had ob­tained this job for him, just in case his urges star­ted tak­ing him out into the world to look for cunt.

	Mrs. Cash would keep this cock at home. She had to. It was the only good cock she could wrap her cunt around. Her hus­band was no good. She did not care for ma­ture men any­more. Ah yes, it was im­per­at­ive that she teach him it was his re­spons­ib­il­ity to fuck her of­ten. It could be done, she knew.

	Young boys, in­so­far as get­ting fucked are con­cerned, were ex­tremely man­age­able.

	Won­der­ful thought.

	Mrs. Cash smiled hap­pily.


CHAPTER FIVE

	The tempta­tions of sib­lings-broth­ers and sis­ters-for each other is well-known. Avail­ab­il­ity is the biggest factor in brother-sis­ter in­cest, just as it of­ten is in other types. It is said, how­ever, to be greater with sib­lings than with uncle-nieces, aunt-nephew, par­ent-child and other re­la­tion­ships. Let us ex­am­ine the case of Mac Harms, nine­teen, and his thir­teen-year-old sis­ter, Judy. Mac was def­in­itely the ag­gressor, though Judy was by no means un­ac­quain­ted with sex des­pite her mere thir­teen years.

	As so of­ten hap­pens in sib­ling case his­tor­ies, Mac and Judy star­ted their re­la­tion­ship at a time when their par­ents were out of town over the week­end. This meant that the two kids were left alone in the house. Mac hand gone to bed some­what later than his sis­ter and fall­ing to sleep rather quickly, was awakened by the de­light­ful ex­per­i­ence of an ap­proach­ing wet dream. He woke in time to stop it, but the im­pact of the dream im­me­di­ately gave him an idea that he had never be­fore dared to pos­sess or much less try to ef­fec­tu­ate.

	He was de­term­ined to screw his kid sis­ter and now was the time for it.

	He went dir­ectly to her bed­room, after re­mov­ing the lower part of his pa­ja­mas, his erec­tion stand­ing straight and hard and joun­cing about crazily as he walked down the hall­way. En­ter­ing her room he ap­proached the bed and felt for her body. His hand came in con­tact with her bare leg and he sucked in air, dra­mat­ic­ally. Good. She was na­ked. Won­der­ful. Mac nearly went off then and there, but for­tu­nately he was able to re­strain him­self. He lay down on the bed and ran his hand lightly up her leg.

	She stirred and muttered some­thing in her sleep.

	Mac had heard stor­ies about his kid sis­ter, so he was not as afraid of at­tempt­ing to screw her as a brother or­din­ar­ily might have been. Judy, he knew, had been fucked by more than one boy in the neigh­bor­hood, though she was not at all the slutty type of girl. He found one of her tit­ties and fondled it.

	Judy awakened. ”Hey! What are you do­ing?“

	”It‘s me...Mac,“ he told her bluntly. ”I‘ve got a hard-on.“ She was si­lent for a mo­ment. ”You‘d bet­ter not stay in my bed then,“ she told him, her voice sound­ing strangely dif­fer­ent from its usual tone.

	There was some­thing about the way she spoke the words that set him up even more. ”Why not?“ he asked hoarsely. ”You know what a hard-on‘s for, don‘t you?“

	She was si­lent for a mo­ment. ”Yes, I know what a hard-on‘s for. Think I‘m nuts? What I‘m say­ing is if you don‘t get out of my bed with your darned hard-on, I just might stick it up my cunt and box-jack it off.“ Judy giggled in the dark and brushed her hot body against him.

	This kind of talk, along with her ac­tion, was enough to drive Mac al­most out of his mind. ”Man, Judy, I sure like to hear you talk that way. Say some­thing more.“

	Judy giggled. ”Where‘s your cock?“ she asked. ”I can‘t find the fuck­ing thing.“ Mac turned over on his side and pressed his swollen ri­gid­ity against her thighs: Judy sucked in air aud­ibly and seconds later he felt her fin­ger­ing his cock in a most mad­den­ing man­ner.

	”Oh,“ he moaned, ”that feels good, Judy. Do some­thing to my cock.“

	”Get on top of me,“ she cried ex­citedly, ”and stick it into me.“ This was ex­actly what he wanted to hear, of course, so he moved over on top of her warm, soft body and settled down between her smooth legs. God, it felt good to be on top of her. Now to put it in. He reached for his prick, but she still had not re­leased it so he held back his hand wisely. In­stead of re­leas­ing his prick she poin­ted it to­ward her wet crotch, and when he felt the head en­coun­ter­ing the wet­ness, he nearly went off again.

	”Je­sus, I‘m hot,“ he moaned, sweat be­gin­ning to stream down his face.

	”That‘s the way to be,“ she cried back at him. ”Now stick it way in, Mac, all the way. I can take it, I think.“

	Mac humped his back and then thrust for­ward, his cock slid­ing into her wet cunt quickly but not all the way. Judy was small and very tight, which was the way a fe­male was sup­posed to be. He pressed his body for­ward again and entered her cunt an­other inch or so.

	”You‘ve got a nice, hard cock, Mac,“ Judy whispered, though there was no point in whis­per­ing, since they were alone. ”Feed it to me, man.

	He liked to have her talk this way. It was so damned hot-sound­ing. He thrust at her cunt again and felt his cock slip in an­other inch or so. It was then that he knew he was go­ing to have to ex­ert some skill or he would never get it all the way in-her cunt was just not big enough to take his long prick.

	He found even this to be ex­cit­ing.

	Sweat­ing con­sid­er­ably now, he ma­nip­u­lated his penis around, shift­ing into dif­fer­ent po­s­i­tions, while she ap­peared to be do­ing the same thing with her cunt. He fi­nally had to tell her to stop mov­ing so he could make his in­ser­tion deeper. She stopped the mo­tion of her cunt and hips, and a mo­ment later he felt his prick en­ter­ing her a bit farther.

	”God, you‘ve got a nice, tight cunt, Judy,“ he told her, mean­ing it, but at the same time wish­ing it were just a trifle big­ger.

	”Yeah, that‘s what the other....“ Judy broke off and giggled. When she did this he could feel her cunt shak­ing about his penis in time with her gig­gling. Even this proved to be a hot ex­per­i­ence, and Mac began to sweat even more.

	”I know what you al­most said,“ he told her, grin­ning tensely. ”You were about to say that the other guys say you have a tight cunt. Am I right?“

	”Don‘t ask me that, Mac,“ she giggled.

	Again he felt her cunt shak­ing about his cock. God, that felt good. ”You know what?“ he asked. ”I‘ll bet you could giggle me off if you wanted to.“

	She seemed to un­der­stand for she laughed hard this time, but then she stopped laugh­ing and began to press down on his bare ass to help him enter her farther. Mac felt his cock go­ing in a bit more, and he man­euvered about a bit al­ways try­ing to in­sert his penis deeper into her hot box. Fi­nally, and prob­ably more by chance than skill, it slipped all the way in-all the way to the hilt.

	”Je­sus!“ she cried. ”You got a long one. Take it easy for a while. I don‘t want it com­ing out of my mouth.“ She giggled again and once more he felt the de­li­cious­ness of hav­ing her cunt shake as it held his penis in an al­most vise­like grip. ”Je­sus, I‘m glad you de­cided to fuck me, Mac. I‘ve been won­der­ing for a long time what I‘d have to do to get your cock rammed up my cunt.“

	”Have you...really?“ he asked, as­ton­ished and pleased.

	”Sure I have. I‘ve even stolen peeks at you when you were in the shower, though of course you never had a hard-on then like you have now, so I never really knew how much cock you had.“

	”I like the way you talk, Judy,“ he told her and meant it.

	Judy sighed. ”Man, you sure got a stiff rod rammed up my cunt. Now what are you go­ing to do with it?“

	”I‘m go­ing to fuck you,“ he said, blurt­ing the words.

	She giggled and again he knew the nice feel­ing of her cunt shak­ing about his penis. ”I should hope you were go­ing to fuck me, you big lug, after ram­ming all that cock up me. Wow, you‘ve got a beaut, man.“

	Ego entered the pic­ture for a mo­ment. ”Would you say I had a big­ger cock than the other guys you‘ve...well, you know?“

	She pleased him im­mensely with her an­swer. ”Are you kid­din‘? These other guys are pikers com­pared with you, Mac. They really are.“

	He moved in her a little, his cock rub­bing the sides of her in­ner wet­ness in a man­ner that caused chills to race through his body. ”God, your box feels hot and nice, Judy. Man, I could blow off in it all night long.“

	”Okay, then let‘s start a little blow­ing, Mac.“

	”Listen,“ he cried ex­citedly, ”would you care if I turned on the bed lamp?“ She was si­lent for a mo­ment. ”Why...what for, I mean?“ she asked.

	”I think I‘d like to watch us fuck,“ he blur­ted.

	She laughed. ”Oh...I see what you mean. Okay. Pull the chain and turn on the light. Can you find it over­head?“

	”Think so.“

	He groped about with his hand, found the chain and pulled it. He blinked, as did Judy, when the light flooded the room. He lif­ted him­self and grinned down at her, but he had not raised his body just to grin at her. He wanted to see her tits while his cock was bur­ied deeply in­side her box. There was some­thing wildly ex­cit­ing about see­ing a pair of tits un­der you when you had your cock bur­ied in a cunt.

	”Looks hot, don‘t it?“ she re­marked, ”when we lay here like this, you on top, your prick in me, and me on the bot­tom tak­ing cock all over the place. Hey, you‘ve got a lot of hair on your chest. Funny, I never no­ticed that be­fore.“

	He un­buttoned his pa­jama top and lowered his chest un­til the hair on it just barely touched her tit­ties.

	”Man,“ she cried, ”that‘s a hot thing to see. But fuck me now, Mac, I‘m so hot I‘m ready to burn up.“

	”Yeah,“ he cried, and lay down on her flatly. He held his weight up by lean­ing on his left el­bow quite a bit, and pumped his erec­tion in and out of her.

	”You know how to fuck, don‘t you, Mac?“ she told him im­puls­ively.

	He grinned tensely. ”You aren‘t the only one who gets a little ass now and then, Judy.“ She laughed. ”Do it to me, Mac. Work that long prick of yours in and out and make me blow ‚em all over the place.“

	”I will,“ he prom­ised. ”If I can just hold back and not shoot my wad too soon.“

	”No, don‘t hold back your stuff, Mac. Blow it any time. You‘ve been read­ing some of those dumb magazine pieces about how to make love, haven‘t you?“ He was as­ton­ished. ”Why...yeah...guess so...how did you know that?“

	”That stuff is meant for old men, middle-aged guys, not for young guys like you, Mac. You can fuck me three or four times without un-cunt­ing.“

	”Uncunt­ing? What a hot word,“ he cried. ”Where‘d you pick that one up.“

	”Read it in novel.“ He moved in her, con­scious now that her words had set him up in such a way that he would not be able to re­strain him­self from re­leas­ing into her cunt any mo­ment now. But, as she had said, what dif­fer­ence did that make? He was a young guy and could do re­peats sev­eral times. Per­haps three or four of them. At any rate, it was nice to hear her say that he shouldn‘t hold back but should go ahead, squirt his juice and en­joy him­self.

	”Hey,“ he moaned, a mo­ment later. ”I can‘t hold it. I‘m gonna shoot you full of...jism. Oh...God! Oh...Je­sus! That feels...good.“

	His swollen, throb­bing penis had just ex­ploded in­side her. It squir­ted pro­fusely and at great length. The more it squir­ted, the more Judy clutched at his bare ass, work­ing her cunt around and about his throb­bing penis. This caused it to ex­plode time and time again un­til Mac thought he was go­ing to pass out from sheer weak­ness and ex­cite­ment. Fi­nally, his penis drip­ping ceased and he lay still on top of his kid sis­ter, feel­ing the pulse beat in­side her cunt as it seem­ingly stroked the head of his cock. This, too, caused him to squirt, but only a little.

	He star­ted to lift his body off hers.

	”Don‘t do that,“ she cried out in alarm. ”Leave it in.“ She was pump­ing her cunt up­wards now, rub­bing his cock un­mer­ci­fully. ”I want to rub my­self off as long as you aren‘t able to fuck any­more at the mo­ment.“

	Her words re­vital­ized him. ”Who said I couldn‘t fuck you any­more?“ he wanted to know, breath­ing hard. He began mov­ing his cock in and out of her, for it was still as hard as a rock and, there­fore, use­ful.

	”Well then fuck me, damn it! Don‘t stop at one gush­ing. Give me more of that cock juice.“

	Mac raised up a bit and stared down at his kid sis­ter. ”You really are a sex­pot, aren‘t you, kid?“

	”I like get­ting fucked,“ she replied de­fens­ively. ”So go ahead and fuck me. Here I am. You got your erec­tion stuffed up my cunt. Use it. Use it sev­eral times. I‘ll take all you‘ve got and more.“

	Mac was temp­ted to laugh but re­frained from do­ing so. He didn‘t want to have her mis­un­der­stand him and this might hap­pen if he laughed. He re­called what a tough time he had had get­ting his penis in­side her and . . .

	”Come on, Mac, damn it,“ she cried, in­ter­rupt­ing his thoughts. ”Fuck me, damn you.“ She grabbed his bare ass again and dug her nails into the flesh there. ”Feed that cock to me, baby. I need it, all I can get.“

	”You don‘t sound like my kid sis­ter right now, you know that?“ Mac said.

	”Right now, I ain‘t your kid sis­ter. I‘m the broad you‘re fuck­ing, or try­ing to fuck, whichever it is.“

	Mac was slightly nettled. ”I just fucked you. Why do you talk that way?“ She grinned up at him. ”I‘m try­ing to get you to fuck me again, Mac. I want to blow my own, too. I need more cock to do that. Rub­bing my­self off I can do okay, but I prefer that you do it for me. So...start fuck­ing.“ Mac moved his long, hard cock in and out of her slip­pery wet­ness. ”Okay. How does that feel?“

	”Mmmmm, feels great. Give it to me, man, feed the old cock to his sis­ter.“

	”You‘re a sex ma­niac,“ he ob­served good naturedly.

	”Damn right I am. So are you. I like my fuck­ing es­pe­cially....“ Here she ran her tongue over his chin and lips pas­sion­ately. ”...es­pe­cially when I‘ve got my brother‘s cock bur­ied in­side me.“

	Her tongue ran over his chin and lips again and set him up in first-rate fash­ion. Beads of fluid began pop­ping out of his penis, and she cried out when she felt them strik­ing the in­ner walls of her cunt. Mac moved faster in her-his pre­vi­ous move­ment had been more or less sporadic-and did it with more con­sist­ency, his strokes longer, his pen­et­ra­tion deeper.

	”Je­sus, that feels good, Mac,“ she grunted, her eyes filled with wild lust. ”Fuck me good this time, huh? Feed me cock for a long time, will you?“

	”Sure,“ he re­turned. ”But wouldn‘t you like to try it some other way?“

	”How about dog-fash­ion?“ Her eyes were really wild with lust now.

	”That‘s okay, I guess, but I know a bet­ter way. I‘ll get on my back and you sit on my cock.“

	”No,“ she said quickly. ”That would mean you‘d have to pull your cock out of me.“

	”Oh...I see. Well, if we did it dog-fash­ion I‘d have to pull it out for a mo­ment, too.“

	”Just stay where you are, Mac, on top. I like it this way. Boy, that big, long prick of yours sure feels won­der­ful in­side me. Pump it, man, pump the hell out of it!“ Mac settled down on her, hav­ing lif­ted him­self to look at her tits again. When his chest re­touched her tit­ties she moaned and star­ted to fuck up­ward. He liked this, so he placed his hands un­der her but­tocks and helped her fuck him. Hold­ing her in this fash­ion, he found, gave him great lever­age so he could stroke much deeper into her cunt.

	”Oh, I feel so hot and crazy,“ she cried. ”I‘m go­ing to shout ‚my brother‘s got his cock into me, my brother‘s got his cock into me, my brother‘s‘....“

	Mac laughed softly. He couldn‘t help it. She soun­ded so funny singing out that phrase over and over again.

	”What‘s so funny?“ she wanted to know as she dug her fin­gers into the cheeks of his ass again, even as he did the same thing to hers.

	”Noth­ing much,“ he told her. ”I was laugh­ing at your say­ing ‚my brother‘s got his cock into me, my brother‘s got his cock into me.‘ ”

	”Well, you have. You‘ve got that long prick of yours stuffed up my cunt so far I can al­most taste it.“

	”Hmm,“ Mac said.

	”What?“ she countered.

	”I was just think­ing about what you said.“

	”You mean about tast­ing your cock?“

	”Yes.“

	She nod­ded her head. ”Want to yank it out of my cunt and stick it in my mouth, Mac?“

	”Would you...do that...for me?“ he asked in­cred­u­lously.

	”Well, put it this way-I‘d do it for both of us, if you want me to.“ Mac groaned but yanked his cock out of her cunt. He threw him­self down on top of her again, only this time his penis was aimed dir­ectly at her par­ted lips. He felt her lips about his swollen tool eagerly, felt her suck on it fiercely, felt her hands go to his balls and gently lift them and hold them aloft as she sucked his cock.

	”Oh...Je­sus . , . ” he groaned. ”Oh...Je­sus!“

	”Give it to me, big boy,“ she cried thickly, suck­ing him frantic­ally.

	”I never saw such a hot bitch as you,“ he groaned as he was filled with the pleas­ur­able warmth of be­ing sucked.

	”Sure I am. I‘m a hot bitch. I‘m suck­ing my brother‘s cock, I‘m suck­ing my brother‘s cock.“ She had had to re­move her mouth to say all of this, which he didn‘t want her to do at all.

	”Don‘t talk Judy-suck,“ he begged her, his en­tire body strain­ing to be drained.

	”Fuck me in the mouth, man, fuck me in the mouth, man.“ Her lips fastened them­selves about his hard cock as again and again she sucked him frantic­ally.

	He no­ticed now that he was sit­ting on her tits, one tit for each of the cheeks of his ass to rest on. Her tits made a nice, soft cush­ion for his ass. This, too, when he had time to re­flect made him hot, and Mac didn‘t really need any more. He was nearly burn­ing up with pas­sion now.

	”Fuck me in the mouth, man, fuck me in the mouth,“ she gurgled, his cock filling her oral cav­ity al­most en­tirely.

	Her head was bob­bing up and down off the pil­low now, and her lips were go­ing down on his penis all the way to the hair. God, what a great little cock-sucker his kid sis­ter was. She was won­der­ful at it, no ques­tion about it.

	”Man, this is ter­rific,“ he man­aged to say, the sweat run­ning down his face as it had done when he fucked her.

	”Shoot the serum to me, baby,“ she cried thickly.

	What a hot girl she was. There was no mis­tak­ing it, she must be the hot­test girl in this town. No won­der the guys in the neigh­bor­hood stared when she walked past. Who wouldn‘t stare at this hot sis­ter of his? She was the sex­i­est thing he had ever dreamed about and cer­tainly had ever ex­per­i­enced.

	”Fuck me in the mouth, man,“ she said thickly, suck­ing his cock furi­ously, her head still bob­bing up and down off the pil­low as he con­tin­ued to sit on her tits.

	He moved to help her, al­low­ing his cock to thrust deeply into her mouth when she went down on him. Each time he entered her mouth he felt as if he were go­ing to ex­plode in her, but still he did not do so. She con­tin­ued to pump her head and lips, and he kept on with the move­ment he was us­ing.

	His cock ac­ci­dent­ally slipped out of her mouth.

	It was amus­ing, to put it mildly, to see the way she frantic­ally sought to get her lips about the slip­pery tool again.

	”Go off, go off,“ she begged him. ”Go off in my mouth, man.“ Mac was half-crazy with de­sire now. He wanted to blow his wad in her in the worst way, but the truth was he had not quite hit his peak, so he kept on with his cock-pump­ing. His kid sis­ter knew what she was do­ing all right, which caused him to won­der, mo­ment­ar­ily, just how many cocks she had sucked off.

	Prob­ably, he thought, a lot of them. Maybe every guy in the neigh­bor­hood knew what it was like to have his cock between his sis­ter‘s lips.

	Mac didn‘t blame the guys. He would have thought them stu­pid not to stick their cocks into his sis­ter. That‘s what fe­males were for.

	”Fuck me, damn it,“ she cried, suck­ing his penis harder than ever.

	Mac raised up, not sit­ting on her tits any longer, leaned over and with his hands on the head of the bed, began to fuck her mouth in much the same man­ner he had fucked her cunt. He felt the change com­ing in him then for his peak was ap­proach­ing and she seemed to sense it.

	”Give me your cock juice, baby, give it all to me,“ she begged.

	As Mac con­cen­trated on pump­ing, he was startled to no­tice that she had be­gun to lightly bite his cock as she passed her lips and tongue over it pas­sion­ately. He soon got over be­ing startled and found this, while a source of worry per­haps, a very hot and de­light­ful ex­per­i­ence. For a mo­ment he al­most wished she would bite him very hard, but he quickly got rid of this no­tion when she ac­tu­ally did bite him too hard.

	He cried out and she re­laxed her teeth‘s grip but not her lips. This was as firm as be­fore and Mac soon knew his time had come. He let out a roar of de­light that seem­ingly pleased her im­mensely, too, for she sucked him harder than ever as his re­lease came, the jism spurt­ing out of his penis and pour­ing down her young-girl throat in great, hot, thick amounts. She swal­lowed his cum and seemed to be beg­ging for more. Mac con­cen­trated hard and was soon able to squirt all over again, this time to an even greater de­gree.

	Then, when he had fin­ished, he col­lapsed on top of her, his penis still in her suck­ing mouth. Judy did not stop suck­ing. She kept on with it, on and on and on. There ap­peared to be no limit to the amount of cock she was cap­able of tak­ing. Judy was cer­tainly an in­ces­tu­ous de­light!


CHAPTER SIX

	Harry Bab­bit, a forty-three-year-old bach­elor, lived in a white clap­board house on Third Street with his sis­ter, Doris Kane, and her daugh­ter, Cheryl, a blue-eyed blonde girl of fif­teen. Doris worked long hours every day and some­times half the night, which left Harry alone much of the time with the young­ster. For some time now he had been con­tem­plat­ing ways and means of se­du­cing the girl without get­ting him­self into trouble. Fi­nally, he de­cided the best way was the old way-in­duce her to take a few drinks of an al­co­holic bever­age and see what would hap­pen.

	It was a Tues­day even­ing about seven o‘clock, and Doris had just called from the res­taur­ant where she worked, say­ing she would be very late in ar­riv­ing home. Harry hung up the phone and headed for the re­fri­ger­ator. He took out a bottle of black­berry wine, which he had been chilling, and car­ried it into the front room along with two glasses. Cheryl sat on the sofa, her school books on the cock­tail table be­fore her. She looked up pret­tily as her uncle entered the room.

	”What have you got there, Uncle Harry?“ she asked.

	”Bottle of wine. Thought you might like a taste. It‘s very good when it‘s chilled.“ He set the bottle on the cock­tail table along with the glasses. ”Can you move your books, dear?“ he asked. ”I don‘t want to spill wine on them.“

	Cheryl, a rather small but de­cidedly pretty girl, ob­li­gingly picked up her books and pa­pers and placed them on an­other table nearby. ”I never saw you drink in the house be­fore, Uncle Harry. How come now?“

	He drew up a chair fa­cing her and shrugged as if the mat­ter was of little im­port­ance. ”Oh, I don‘t know. I just feel like it. I saw you con­cen­trat­ing on your school work and...well, I just thought you might like to join me in a drink or two.“ He glanced at her pretty fig­ure without ap­pear­ing to do so. ”You ever had wine be­fore, Cheryl?“

	She grinned. ”Sure, lots of times. Fri­day nights mostly. Kids drink wine quite a bit. It‘s cheap, the kind we drink.“

	Harry un­corked the bottle and poured out a gen­er­ous amount in each glass. He handed one glass to her and she took it. He lif­ted his own glass. ”Cheers,“ he said, and touched her glass with his.

	”You won‘t tell mother about this, will you?“ she wanted to know quickly.

	Harry knew how her mother was about drink­ing to ex­cess. Her hus­band had been some­thing of a drunk be­fore he died in a car crash seven or eight years be­fore. Harry smiled at his niece. ”Don‘t worry, dear, I won‘t say a word about it. Just drink your wine and en­joy it.“

	Cheryl sur­prised him pleas­antly by drain­ing the glass in one gulp. He calmly poured her an­other full glass. ”That tastes fine,“ she con­fessed. ”I like black­berry wine real good.“ She also drained this glass quickly and held it out to him, grin­ning. ”More,“ she said. ”Two drinks don‘t do noth­ing for a girl.“

	He poured an­other full glass. ”What do you mean two drinks don‘t do any­thing to a girl?“ he asked, his pulse ra­cing.

	She grinned imp­ishly at him, re­veal­ing her white, young-look­ing teeth and her clean, pink tongue. Harry wondered what it would be like to have his penis in that youth­ful mouth. Think­ing this caused him to get an im­me­di­ate hard-on. He made no at­tempt to cover it. Rather, he hoped she might see the out­line of it through the cloth of his pants.

	”Well, you know, Uncle Harry,“ she replied in an­swer to his ques­tion. ”I mean, well, you know what I mean, don‘t you?“

	Harry‘s heart jumped crazily. Did she mean what he hoped she meant? ”You‘d bet­ter tell me, Cheryl dear,“ he said gravely, pour­ing her an­other glass of wine. She gulped this down, too. ”I‘m not a mind reader, you know,“ he ad­ded.

	She giggled a bit. ”Really want me to tell you, Uncle Harry?“ she asked.

	He arched his brows. ”Of course, dear.“ She giggled again and held out her glass. ”Fill it, man,“ she com­manded.

	He knew she was get­ting high already. The word ”man“ seemed to in­dic­ate this, for some crazy reason. He filled her glass.

	”Tell me,“ he per­sisted.

	”Oh, come on, Uncle Harry, I know what you‘re up to. You‘re giv­ing me this wine so I‘ll get high and let you crawl aboard.“

	Harry felt his spine tingling. He took a drink of his own wine to give him­self time to think clearly. ”Do you really be­lieve that?“ he asked, still stalling for time.

	”Sure,“ she replied and laughed. She then reached over and pinched his thigh. ”I can tell when a man has hot pants for a girl, Uncle Harry. Why...you‘ve got a hard-on right now, haven‘t you?“

	There it was, out in the open. Harry took a deep breath and smiled nicely at his niece. ”You‘re pretty smart, Cheryl. No man is go­ing to fool you, is he?“

	Cheryl laughed and pulled her sweater over her head toss­ing it aside. The only un­der­gar­ment he could see was her white bra. He wished she would take it off, too. She was look­ing at him closely and when he smiled at her, she laughed again and un­hooked her bra, pulling it off and re­veal­ing her shapely, ex­cit­ing, young-girl breasts to him. ”There you are, Uncle Harry. My tit­ties. Take a good look at ‚em, but don‘t go off in your pants.“

	Harry was as­ton­ished at her lan­guage and at the easy suc­cess of his ven­ture so far. ”You‘re quite a re­mark­able young lady,“ he mur­mured, gaz­ing at her breasts with fas­cin­a­tion. God, what pretty tit­ties, how suck­able they look.

	”You aren‘t the first guy who tried to make a pass at me by giv­ing me wine,“ she told him.

	He rather liked be­ing re­ferred to as a guy. It seemed to make his status as an uncle a more in­volved mat­ter than it was, if that made any sense, and he thought it did. At any rate, hear­ing her speak in such terms was re­fresh­ing to a forty-three-year-old bach­elor who, by now, was used to hav­ing people pay only scant at­ten­tion to him. People in his own fam­ily, that is. He had of­ten wondered why people thought mar­ried men were more worthy of be­ing listened to than were bach­el­ors. Most of the mar­ried men he knew were out-and-out dopes.

	”Why don‘t you play with my tit­ties, or some­thing, Uncle Harry?“ she asked, sur­pris­ing him again.

	It was time to be very bold and forth­right. ”I will,“ he replied, ”when you play with my penis.“

	”Take it out,“ she said quickly. ”Your cock, I mean. I‘ll play with it. Damned right I will. Noth­ing I like bet­ter‘n a good, hard cock, man.“

	Harry was breath­ing quite hard now. ”Most re­mark­able in­deed,“ he sighed. ”I never dreamed you were like this.“

	She stared at his crotch. ”Like what, Uncle Harry?“

	”So...nice,“ he answered.

	”Take out your cock, man, and let‘s see what you‘ve got. Give me an­other drink, too.“ He poured her an­other glass of wine which she tossed off quickly. What a fast drinker she was. Was she try­ing to get high in a hurry be­cause she knew it re­lieved her of in­hib­i­tions? Harry didn‘t know the an­swer for cer­tain, how­ever, he was be­gin­ning to think his niece didn‘t really have many in­hib­i­tions. If she did, she had thrown them off com­pletely, it would ap­pear.

	”Come on, Uncle Harry,“ she com­plained. ”Get star­ted. Either play with my tits, or take out your cock, or suck my tits, or...well, Je­sus, man, do some­thing!“

	Harry stood up, un­zipped his pants, and then, as if hav­ing second thoughts, pulled them off, pla­cing them over a chair. His heart ham­mer­ing wildly, he looked lust­fully at his young niece. ”Shall I drop my briefs? Do you want to see all I‘ve got?“

	She was un­ruffled. ”Sure, take ‚em off. I‘ll pull off my pants, too.“ She did so quickly, ex­pertly and threw them over his trousers. She lay down on the sofa and lif­ted her short skirt high re­veal­ing her cunt to his view. ”Take a look at it, Uncle Harry. What do you see?“

	”I see...your...cunt,“ he said, moisten­ing his lips nervously. How won­der­fully co­oper­at­ive she was. What a mar­velous girl. She wanted him to fuck her, no doubt about it at all.

	”Kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry,“ she cried.

	”Kiss it good, will you?“

	Harry re­moved his briefs and some­what proudly showed her his erec­tion. ”Kiss my cock,“ he re­tor­ted, as if in re­cip­roc­a­tion to her de­mand.

	”Bring it over here,“ she said quickly. ”I can‘t kiss a cock when it‘s five feet away from my lips.“

	He was so ex­cited now that he nearly tripped over the cock­tail table in his eager­ness to get close to her. He star­ted to get on top of her, but she grabbed his hips and held him away.

	”Hey...Uncle...Harry...don‘t fuck me right away. Did you for­get...I‘m go­ing to kiss your cock first.“

	”Ah, yes,“ he said, feel­ing men­tally off­bal-anced by her overt ac­tions and man­ner of speech. He had not had the slight­est ink­ling that his se­duc­tion of her would turn out to be so con­foun­ded easy. The way things were go­ing, it ap­peared that she was se­du­cing him rather than the other way around. ”Yes, of course,“ he ad­ded, ”how do you want me?“

	”On your knees. Walk to­ward me with your cock point­ing at my mouth. I may want to suck your tube, you see.“

	Harry found this talk of hers to be highly in­vig­or­at­ing and ex­cit­ing. He dropped to his knees, walked on them un­til his penis was within reach of her mouth and waited for her to touch him there.

	”So this is Uncle Harry‘s cock,“ she mur­mured, touch­ing the head of it with her fin­gers. ”Mmmmm...looks good. I‘ve of­ten wondered how much cock you had.“

	”Really?“ he mur­mured, de­lighted at hear­ing this. ”Well, now that you‘ve seen it what do you think?“

	”Hmm...not bad,“ she said softly. ”Not bad at all and you like get­ting your cock sucked, Uncle Harry, don‘t you?“

	He sighed. ”I like it very much, Cheryl.“ His words came out in al­most ag­on­ized fash­ion. Harry Bab­bit was more nervous than he had been in years.

	She jacked his cock once then twice with her soft hand, and he nearly went off in her pretty face. My, that would be some­thing. He wondered what she would say if he ex­ploded his jism in her face and hair.

	She was still flat on her back but now she lif­ted her­self a little, turned on her right side fa­cing him and par­ted her lips. He watched her lips go about his penis and when he felt the soft, warm wet­ness, he sighed deeply and felt his tool grow­ing even harder.

	”Oh...dear girl,“ Harry Bab­bit mur­mured hotly, ”suck my cock nice. I love to have young girls suck me off.“

	She re­moved her lips and winked at him imp­ishly. ”You‘re a horny old bas­tard, aren‘t you, Uncle Harry?“

	Harry laughed lightly. ”I guess I am, dear. Every time I look at your pretty tit­ties and your...cunt...I can‘t help get­ting horny.“

	”Aw, come off it, Uncle Harry. This is the first time you‘ve ever seen my tit­ties and cunt, but you‘ve been horny lots of times just be­ing in the same room with me. I know all about you and the way you‘ve been star­ing at my legs and tits and ass and everything. I‘ve caught you look­ing when you didn‘t know I was watch­ing you. There‘s that mir­ror in the hall for one thing. I‘ve of­ten stood there while you pre­ten­ded to be ad­just­ing your tie or some­thing in the mir­ror. You weren‘t ad­just­ing your tie-you were look­ing at my body. Isn‘t that true?“

	My, what a long speech and all dur­ing the time she spoke she had held his cock in her fin­gers del­ic­ately, as if it were a hot wiener she was about to take a bite of after it cooled.

	”Suck,“ he urged, mov­ing his cock back and forth in her fin­gers, lov­ing the feel of her soft hand. ”Suck me, please. I‘m so in need of be­ing...sucked. I. . . ”

	”All right, Uncle Harry,“ she cried, in­ter­rupt­ing him. ”Put your old prick right here.“ She pursed her lips as if she were about to be­stow an ex­ag­ger­ated kiss on him.

	Harry moved closer to her and aimed his penis dir­ectly at her lips. Part­ing her lips again, she per­mit­ted him to thrust it into her mouth. He watched in de­light as her lips fastened about his hard­ness and then he at­temp­ted to ram it halfway down her throat. She, how­ever, held him back, frowned and quickly re­moved his penis from her mouth.

	”I be­lieve, Uncle Harry,“ she said softly, ”that I‘ll just let you fuck me for now in­stead of suck­ing you off as you seem to want. I-well, I‘m not quite ready to suck a prick just yet. Later I will. I hope you can go off more than just once. Can you?“

	”Yes, yes, of course,“ he answered, an­noyed at her re­fusal to go down on him. He wanted his penis between those youth­ful lips very much.

	”You can get on top of me, Uncle Harry,“ she said quickly, no doubt no­ti­cing the look of dis­ap­point­ment on his face. ”I‘d like to have you fuck me.“

	”Thank you, dear,“ Harry said, and get­ting to his feet, stood look­ing down at her. She had not re­lin­quished her grasp on his penis and even as he re­mained stand­ing, she man­aged to jack him a few times though she had to stretch to reach him com­fort­ably as he had long legs. ”Shall I just climb on here or would you prefer to come to my bed­room?“

	”Let‘s go to your bed­room, Uncle Harry. I‘ve of­ten wondered what it would be like to be na­ked with you in your bed­room.“

	Harry was vastly pleased. ”Really? How nice of you to say that.“ He led the way and she fol­lowed, hav­ing dis­posed of her skirt along the way. When they entered his bed­room he looked at her and took spe­cial note of the look of lust on her face. ”You‘re very hot look­ing, dear. Tell me, are you a pretty good piece of ass?“

	Cheryl laughed. ”Get it in and fuck me for a while, Uncle Harry. That way you can de­cide for your­self.“

	”You know some­thing, dear? I had no idea you would be so eager to have sex with me.“ Again she laughed and it had a nice, mu­sical ring to it. ”I‘ve been want­ing you to fuck me for years, it seems.“

	”Why didn‘t you tell me, dear?“ he asked, his heart beat­ing furi­ously.

	”Well, I‘m telling you now.“ She paused, looked away from his pen­et­rat­ing gaze, then back to him, her own eyes clearly filled with reck­less lust. ”You really wanted me to suck your cock in the other room, didn‘t you?“

	He nod­ded. ”I thought you were go­ing to do it. You were the one who told me to get down on my knees and point my penis at your mouth.“

	Cheryl laughed again, but this time it was a tense-sound­ing laugh as if she were caught up in her own pas­sion to such an ex­tent that she could barely keep her poise. ”Uncle Harry,“ she cried, the words tum­bling out of her mouth, ”you can sit on my chest and stick your prick between my lips.“

	”Oh, splen­did,“ Harry said, sound­ing like a school teacher for the mo­ment. ”I must say that is fine of you, dear.“

	She lay down on the bed and half-closed one eye. ”What kind of talk is that? I never heard you talk that way be­fore.“

	”I don‘t know,“ he con­fessed sheep­ishly. ”Some­thing came over me, I sup­pose.“ She eyed his long penis as it stood erect hug­ging his tummy. ”You sure have a beaut, Uncle Harry. Tell you what. I may seem to be chan­ging my mind a lot, but why don‘t you get on the bed and let me play with your cock...with my lips, I mean.“ He sighed. ”I would like that. You won‘t change your mind again, will you?“ She shook her head in neg­at­ive fash­ion.

	Harry got on the bed and lay flat on his back, his erec­tion quiv­er­ing with an­ti­cip­a­tion. ”Please, dear,“ he said softly, ”please French your uncle.“

	Cheryl pinched his titty and laughed tensely as she moved down from her po­s­i­tion on the pil­lows, her head dir­ectly over his erec­tion. ”I am now go­ing to suck my uncle‘s cock,“ she stated as if there were other people in the room. ”I will not change my mind this time un­til he has blown his wad down my throat.“

	”Thank you, dear. I like to hear you speak this way.“ She seized his penis with her hand and then, open­ing her mouth, pressed her lips about the head of it. Harry sighed when he felt the light touch of her tongue as it caressed the glans lov­ingly.

	”You like that, Uncle Harry?“ she mur­mured.

	”Yes. Nice. Please con­tinue, dear.“ Harry placed his hands on her tits and felt them bob­bing up and down as her head did the same thing while her lips tugged at his penis. ”Oh, that‘s good, dear,“ he told her. ”That feels won­der­ful.“

	”You‘re got a nice cock to suck, Uncle Harry,“ she said.

	”Then suck it, damn it,“ he cried, and hold­ing her head very firmly, began to fuck up­ward into her mouth.

	”Oh, I like this, when you fuck my mouth this way,“ she man­aged to say.

	”Shut up and suck,“ he told her, ir­rit­ated by her ac­tions so far. He did not want talk from her, he wanted ac­tion.

	She re­moved her mouth and looked at him strangely. ”Don‘t get smart with me, Uncle Harry, or I won‘t suck you or fuck you or any­thing else.“ There was a def­in­ite threat in her words and cool tone of voice.

	”I‘m sorry, dear,“ he apo­lo­gized. ”It‘s just that I am so god­damned hot, and you keep tan­tal­iz­ing me in­stead of get­ting down to the real thing. No man can stand this sort of treat­ment for long.“ Harry was breath­ing very hard now for he was ex­tremely ex­cited.

	”Well,“ she said, jump­ing off the bed, ”it was your idea for me to have sex with you, not mine. I can get lots of boys to fuck me. I don‘t need my uncle to do it.“ She star­ted to run from the room, but he leaped from the bed and grabbed her and dragged her back.

	”You‘re not go­ing to run out on me now, kid,“ he cried harshly. ”You can‘t get me all worked up and then just poop out on me. I won‘t let you treat me that way. In fact, I in­sist on you suck­ing me off.“

	She glared at him for a half minute be­fore drop­ping her shoulders as if in resig­na­tion, and then she walked back to the bed and lay down on it. ”Uncle Harry,“ she said softly. ”Come and stick your cock in my mouth. This time I‘ll suck it till it flows. I prom­ise you I won‘t act like a little kid again.“ She had a con­trite look on her pretty face.

	Harry lay down, his prick poin­ted at her mouth, and when he felt her lips fastened about it firmly, pro­ceeded to fuck her mouth. She lay per­fectly still and took his cock, all he could give her, un­til the peak was reached. Then, at the pre­cise mo­ment he went off in a most de­li­cious man­ner, she yanked his cock from her mouth and let the jism spray over her shapely tit­ties. Harry watched in wild, ag­on­ized ex­cite­ment as his cum covered her pink­ish breasts. Ah, this was what it was all about, wasn‘t it? At last she had sucked him off, and how nice it was to blow one‘s hot wad on a young girl‘s tit­ties.

	”Oh, Uncle Harry,“ Cheryl moaned. ”That feels aw­fully nice, your spray­ing jism on my tits. Have you ever done it be­fore to a girl?“

	Harry was in no con­di­tion to an­swer her ques­tion-he was still squirt­ing male milk on her breasts. What man can talk when his cock is erupt­ing on a young girl‘s tits? It was some time be­fore the spray­ing ceased and he was able to talk. Be­fore say­ing any­thing, how­ever, he col­lapsed on the bed be­side her, his hand rest­ing on her cunt, feel­ing the hot stick­i­ness of her crotch and lov­ing it.

	”You‘re a re­mark­able girl, Cheryl,“ he said at length. ”I don‘t know when I‘ve en­joyed my­self more.“

	”You went off on my tits, Uncle Harry. How come you did that?“

	”I don‘t know,“ he replied hon­estly. ”It just happened.“

	”Gee, that was a hot thing to do. I think I would have liked to catch some of your stuff in my mouth, though.“ Harry struggled to a sit­ting po­s­i­tion and looked at his niece. ”Would you really?“ He was ex­tremely pleased and it turned him on to hear what she had just said.

	”Sure I would have, Uncle Harry. Mat­ter of fact, if you want me to, I‘ll suck you off now.“

	”Oh, my dear girl, can you give me a few mo­ments of rest? Not long. Just a short time. Then you may suck me off, dear.“

	”I never had any­one go off on my tits be­fore,“ she said ab­sently. ”I guess I never will again. Boy, you cer­tainly are a horny old guy, Uncle Harry.“ She began to play with his balls, hand­ling them care­fully, gently. ”Don‘t you have any­one to fuck reg­u­larly, Uncle Harry? I mean, any grown wo­man, some old bat, maybe?“ He smiled at her. ”I don‘t be­lieve I could go for the old bat type of fe­male, dear. You see, I like young and pretty girls like you.“ She sat up and rubbed her tits gingerly. ”That sure was a hot thing to do, go­ing off all over my boobies.“ He smiled again. ”I thought it was, too. It felt very good to squirt my cum on your breasts.“ She looked at him oddly. ”Uncle Harry, you‘re not some kind of weirdo, are you?“ He laughed and stroked her tit­ties, at the same time push­ing her hand away from them. ”I don‘t think so, dear. I just like be­ing fucked and sucked. Does that make me a weirdo?“

	”If it does there are an aw­ful lot of weirdoes in the world.“ She glanced at his wet cock and then at his eyes. ”Let me know when you‘re res­ted, will you?“

	”Do you really in­tend to suck me off again, dear?“ She ac­ted sur­prised. ”Of course. Don‘t you want me to?“

	”I‘m still a bit tired, you know,“ he said, and meant it. He wanted to wait awhile so that when he did per­mit her to French him again, he would be good, his penis would spout enorm­ously down her young throat. This time he wanted to squirt his jism into her mouth and down her throat. Though it had been ter­rific, go­ing off on her tit­ties was some­thing he pre­ferred do­ing only once dur­ing a single sex ses­sion. Harry Bab­bit liked vari­ety in his love life and was de­term­ined that he should have it with his niece. He glanced at her now as she looked into his eyes lust­fully. ”Just wait a bit, dear,“ he went on, ”your Uncle Harry will fill you with goo.“ She laughed mu­sic­ally. ”Goo? What a funny word for it. Me, I like juice or jism bet­ter, es­pe­cially jism. Every time I hear that word it makes me so very hot.“ She panted like a puppy dog. ”See, Uncle Harry, how hot I am already?“ He cleared his throat. ”Why don‘t you kiss my balls, dear, lick my as­shole, some­thing like that? Wouldn‘t that be fun while we‘re wait­ing for me to...grow pas­sion­ate again?“ She touched his penis which was half-hard. ”Are you kid­ding me, Uncle Harry?“ She looked into his eyes ques­tion­ingly. ”If you are, please don‘t do it. I‘d love to kiss your as­shole. Do you mind if I stick my tongue up it and...well, do things to it?“

	”I don‘t mind, dear. Please feel free to do as you please.“

	”Let‘s have a little wine first,“ she sug­ges­ted. ”Shall we?“

	”All right.“ A little wine would give him the needed en­ergy to achieve prop­erly, just as it had done pre­vi­ously.

	”I‘ll get the bottle,“ she cried, and leap­ing from the bed was gone for a short time only to re­turn with the wine bottle. ”We can drink dir­ectly from the bottle, Uncle Harry. I for­got to bring the glasses.“

	”Per­fectly all right, dear.“ He glanced down at his cock and was pleased to see it had grown very hard dur­ing her brief ab­sence from the room. ”Look what I have for you, dear,“ he ad­ded, point­ing to his ri­gid cock. ”Isn‘t it pretty?“

	She pursed her lips. ”Man, you have the nicest prick in town. No kid­ding. I‘m glad-I love nice pricks. She grinned se­duct­ively. ”Es­pe­cially when they are in my cunt or mouth or as­shole.“

	Harry‘s penis was very hard now. ”As I said be­fore, you are a re­mark­able young wo­man. It makes me happy to real­ize you are my niece.“

	”Makes me happy to see your stiff prick,“ she said eagerly. ”That‘s what makes Cheryl happy, stiff pricks.“

	They took a drink of wine from the bottle.

	”I‘m ex­tremely pleased with your at­ti­tude, dear,“ he told her, wip­ing his lips with his fin­gers. ”You and I can have lots of fun to­gether from now on, don‘t you think?“

	She ran her hand up his legs and let it rest on his penis. ”Let‘s have some of that fun now, Uncle Harry. I‘m ready to suck you off again.“

	”Oh...I thought you were go­ing to tongue my as­shole, dear. Have you for­got­ten that?“ She had an­other drink of wine and handed the bottle to him. ”The wine changed my mind, I guess. Now I want to French you, Uncle Harry.“ He had a long pull at the wine bottle. Then an­other. The stuff seemed to burn all the way down, which was un­usual. He had never known wine to burn. It was al­most like whis­key as it passed down his pipes to his stom­ach. Frown­ing, he ex­amined the bottle, sniffed it and tasted it again. It seemed to be okay. It must be his stom­ach, his sys­tem, some­thing that was out of kil­ter.

	”Did the wine taste all right to you, dear?“ he asked her.

	”Yes,“ Cheryl answered, ”why do you ask?“

	”I thought it burned this last time.“ Again Harry ex­amined the bottle. It was the same wine they drank earlier.

	”Prob­ably your tummy is up­set from all the sex ex­cite­ment,“ she said by way of ex­plan­a­tion.

	”Yes, of course,“ he replied. ”I hadn‘t thought of that.“ He wondered, how­ever, if there was any truth to this. Many times he had had sex with young girls in his life while drink­ing and this up­set stom­ach busi­ness had never oc­curred. Oh, the hell with it. It wasn‘t all that im­port­ant. He should be con­fin­ing his think­ing to more and bet­ter sex with Cheryl and not waste his en­ergy on non­sense. ”My dear,“ he ”said at length, ”If you would care to in­dulge your­self now, you should not be hes­it­ant about it.“ Harry eyed his pretty, young niece mean­ing­fully. When she got up on her knees and jut­ted her breasts out with seem­ing pride, he looked at them hotly. ”Very pretty tit­ties, dear. Would you like them sucked?“

	Her an­swer was to straddle him, her breasts point­ing at his flushed face. ”You want to suck me, Uncle Harry?“ she asked, and some­how he knew she did not mean merely her breasts.

	”Your tits?“ he asked, want­ing to be sure.

	”Yeah. My tits. But not just them. My cunt, Uncle Harry. I do be­lieve I‘m ready to be honey-dipped, if you know what that means.“

	”I can guess,“ he said, smil­ing at her fondly. ”You‘d like me to dip my tongue in­side your twat.“ He paused for just a mo­ment. ”Have any of the neigh­bor­hood boys ever done that to you, Cheryl?“

	She ac­tu­ally blushed, sur­pris­ing him. ”Gee, Uncle Harry, what a nutty thing to ask. I don‘t think I want to an­swer that one.“

	”I‘m sorry,“ he re­spon­ded quickly. ”I wasn‘t pry­ing, dear.“ She crawled over on top of him, sit­ting on his chest, her thighs touch­ing the cheeks of his face. ”Kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry,“ she told him. ”Just once or twice.“ Harry took a deep breath and kissed her pu­bic hair re­gion.

	She shook her head. ”No, I mean kiss my cunt, Uncle Harry, not just the hair place.“

	”Harry took an­other deep breath. ”If I do, will you go down on me again, Cheryl?“ Cheryl reached for the wine bottle and took a drink from it. The bottle ap­peared to be about empty. ”Sure, Uncle Harry, I in­tend to suck you off again, but first I want you to kiss my cunt.“

	”Move for­ward a bit, dear,“ he told her.

	She moved for­ward so that her cunt was near his mouth. Harry lif­ted his head from the pil­low and kissed her wet­ness re­peatedly. He pulled back and looked at her na­ked young body, a feel­ing of great need pos­sess­ing him for the mo­ment.

	”Oh,“ he mur­mured, ”I‘m very hot, dear. I must have some­thing dif­fer­ent done to me. Have you any ideas?“

	She laughed, moved off his chest, much to his re­gret, and turned around. Seiz­ing his penis she took it between her warm, soft lips and began to suck on it.

	”That‘s so nice, dear Cheryl,“ he mur­mured.

	”You do suck a cock very well, you know.“ She went all the way down on him, and when she did so, he felt pain in an­other por­tion of his ana­tomy. He winced but stood it for it felt quite good after he had got­ten used to it. Cheryl, in ad­di­tion to suck­ing his rock-hard penis, had thrust the neck of the wine bottle up his as­shole.

	”My good­ness,“ Harry breathed, ”I hope you are very care­ful. I don‘t want my as­shole cut to pieces.“

	Cheryl re­moved her lips from his ra­ging cock. ”Don‘t worry, Uncle Harry. I shoved the bottle up your ass to make cer­tain you don‘t yank your cock out of my mouth like you did the other time. Un­der­stand?“

	”I prom­ise not to make a move,“ he cried. ”You may suck the jism out of me all you want, dear.“

	”Now you‘ve got the idea, Uncle Harry. I‘m go­ing to suck your cock with my lips and fuck your ass with the bottle neck. Just you be a good boy and do what Cheryl says, Okay?“

	Harry sighed. ”I prom­ise to blow it all down your throat this time, dear.“ He knew he had to, as she could eas­ily in­jure him if he tried to cheat her out of swal­low­ing his cum. A short time later, he hit his peak, and with the wine bottle fuck­ing him up the ass, he blew off for more than he or­din­ar­ily would have.

	Cheryl be­came like a mad wo­man in her furi­ous suck­ing of his penis. She bit him sev­eral times, but he didn‘t dare ob­ject. He simply winced and con­tin­ued to re­lease his li­quid between her suck­ing lips.

	Fi­nally, it was done and he could re­lease no more.

	She kept on suck­ing him, run­ning her tongue over his cock and balls and then, some­what re­luct­antly it ap­peared, she pulled the wine bottle‘s neck out of his anus. Harry Bab­bit was de­light­fully as­ton­ished at the ac­tions of his hot niece at this point. Even as he looked at her as she held his still hard penis in her hand eagerly, she lif­ted the bottle to her lips and licked it eagerly. Grin­ning at him, she dropped the bottle to the floor care­fully.

	”There, Uncle Harry, now you know just how hot I really am.“ He nod­ded and wiped sweat from his brow. ”I‘m glad you did that, dear. It‘s true I now really know what a hot, young thing you are. You‘re very hot and I‘m glad you are.“

	”I‘ll bet you were sur­prised when I pulled the wine bottle out of your ass and put the open­ing in my mouth, Uncle Harry.“

	”Yes, I was, dear. Now I be­lieve it is my turn to sur­prise you.“

	”Oh, fine,“ she cried hap­pily. ”What are you go­ing to do to me?“ Harry quickly picked up the wine bottle and held the neck of it tightly against her cunt. ”I‘m go­ing to let you see how it feels to have glass rammed up your hole, sis­ter,“ he said sav­agely. Say­ing this, he plunged the bottle neck up her twat as far as it would go. He held it there as she looked at him fear­fully.

	”Don‘t hurt me, please,“ she begged. ”Be care­ful. That bottle neck might break.“ Harry Bab­bit grinned oddly at his young niece. ”I won‘t hurt you, baby. Just prom­ise me that you will fuck me or suck me any time I re­quest it.“

	”Oh, Uncle Harry,“ she cried, ”I prom­ise. I‘ll fuck you and suck you forever and ever, hon­est I will.“ Harry smiled. ”I be­lieve you will,“ he said quietly. ”And the‘ next time you take it into your silly head to shove a wine bottle up my ass, think again.“ Gently he re­moved the bottle from her cunt, con­fid­ent he had won his little battle over her. She would fuck him in the fu­ture whenever he wanted it, or else.

	A mo­ment later, he got to his knees and sat strad­dling her body, her tits pressed against his balls.

	”What do you want now, Uncle Harry?“ she asked in a sub­dued and strange tone of voice.

	”After a few mo­ments, I think I‘ll have you suck me off once more, my dear. Only this time I‘m go­ing to yank it out of your mouth at the last in­stant and let fly on your tit­ties, as I did the first time.“ He was talk­ing down to her now, and they both knew it.

	She par­ted her pretty red lips. ”All right, Uncle Harry, whatever you say. I in­tend do­ing what you ask of me from now on.“ She ap­peared servile.

	”Good girl,“ he said. ”I knew I could teach you the right way to be­have if I just stuck to it.“

	”Stick your penis in my mouth now if you wish, Uncle Harry, please,“ she said quietly.

	He shook his head. ”Not just this minute, my dear. How­ever, I am go­ing to do so as soon as I am ready.“ Once more he was talk­ing down to her.

	”All right, as soon as you are ready,“ she said meekly.

	He in­flated his chest slightly. ”As soon as I am ready and not one mo­ment be­fore.“

	”Whatever you say, Uncle Harry,“ she mur­mured.

	Harry Bab­bit smiled. A man had to be firm and even tough with kids. Tough­ness they un­der­stood. He would be tough with her from this point on.

	It proved to be a mis­take, this think­ing about fu­ture be­ha­vior on his part. He should have con­cen­trated on her be­ha­vior of the mo­ment. His penis had gone soft and while he was busy con­grat­u­lat­ing him­self on hav­ing conquered a kid, she had slipped the wine bottle neck over his penis and was now hold­ing the bottle tightly against his groin.

	”There you are, Uncle Harry, darling,“ Cheryl cried with malevol­ent glee. ”I‘ve got your cock in the bottle. Sup­pose you just go ahead and de­velop a hard-on. Think how nice it will feel to break the bottle neck with your very hard prick, big shot, Uncle dear!“

	Harry Bab­bit could only stare at his niece and won­der how such a nasty little mon­ster had been per­mit­ted to live this long.


CHAPTER SEVEN

	One of the most fas­cin­at­ing case his­tor­ies the writer had ac­cess to was that of May Al­ward and her hot-blooded, sex-hungry nephew, four­teen-year-old Jimmy Thorn. May was thirty-six years of age, had never been mar­ried, and had been want­ing to se­duce her nephew for some time now. One Sat­urday af­ter­noon she called him on the phone and told him to come to her house im­me­di­ately, that she had a job for him to do. She offered to pay him five dol­lars without spe­cify­ing what the job con­sisted of.

	Jimmy ar­rived thirty minutes later, and she was pleased to note he was not wear­ing any shirt or un­der­shirt. He was at­tired in only jean-type shorts, socks and shoes. The shorts, May noted with sat­is­fac­tion, were ex­tremely tight fit­ting, and they showed the out­line of the boy‘s gen­it­als plainly.

	May pulled the front door open farther and in­vited her nephew into the house. She closed the door quickly, telling him the air con­di­tion­ing was on and that it was ne­ces­sary to do so. The truth was she wanted the door locked so that no one could in­ter­rupt them.

	May was a large-breasted bru­nette with dark eyes, tanned skin and full, red lips. That she had never mar­ried had al­ways been a mys­tery to every per­son who knew her. May was a sen­su­ous wo­man, and she made oth­ers aware of it by simply look­ing at them. This was the way she was look­ing at her nephew now, and by the look in his eyes he was get­ting the mes­sage. His face reddened slightly, but he did not back away when she slipped an arm about his waist and drew his body up tightly against her full breasts.

	”I‘m so glad you came, Jimmy,“ she said softly in his ear.

	”What was the job you wanted done, Aunt May?“ the boy asked. He made no ef­fort to get away from her. Ap­par­ently, he liked the feel of those large, soft tits against his body.

	”Oh, didn‘t I tell you, dear?“ May asked boldly and imp­ishly. ”How very dumb of me. I want you to fuck me, boy.“

	The boy‘s face reddened slightly more and he blinked. ”What did you say, Aunt May?“ he stammered.

	”Of course,“ she went on, ig­nor­ing his ques­tion, ”if you don‘t care to fuck your Aunt May, then per­haps you won‘t mind if she sucks your cock and makes you blow your nuts.“

	Jimmy leaned back and looked into her eyes. His own eyes were wild with lust. ”You mean that, Aunt May? You aren‘t just mak­ing fun of me?“

	”Of course I‘m not mak­ing fun of you, and I def­in­itely mean it. You‘re my own nephew, and I wouldn‘t make fun of you. I want you to come to my bed­room, strip off your shorts and stick your thing up my twat. Think you‘d like to go off in your Aunt May, boy?“

	He blinked his eyes again. ”Then you don‘t have any real job for me to do, Aunt May?“

	”Not un­less you re­gard fuck­ing me as work. Do you, boy?“

	”Again he blinked his eyes. ”Boy...I should say not...wow...you sure can sur­prise a guy. Do you want me to fuck you right here on the floor, Aunt May?“ She pulled back from him a little. ”I be­lieve, boy, that I‘ll suck your cock for a while first, if you don‘t mind. I‘ve been want­ing to get your prick between my lips for what seems like ages.“ He moistened his lips nervously. ”You have, Aunt May? Hon­est? Boy, why didn‘t you ask me if you could suck me off? I would have let you.“ She pressed his body against hers again and sighed deeply, lov­ing the feel of his hot, hard young body against her own. After a mo­ment of this, she moved her head back from his, kissed his mouth wetly, and then moved it back more so that she could stare into his eyes. What she saw there grat­i­fied her im­mensely. Wild, un­res­trained lust. Boy-lust, ready to ex­plode.

	”Would you really like to pop your penis into Auntie May‘s mouth, dear?“ she asked, her pulse pound­ing.

	”Sure I would. Think I‘m nuts? I‘d like to do all sorts of sexy things to you, Aunt May. I‘d even like to stick it up your ass.“

	She kissed his mouth wetly again. ”My, what a hot-blooded young an­imal you are, Jimmy. It pleases me to know you‘re so hot and ready.“

	”Why don‘t you take your clothes off, Aunt May?“ he blur­ted.

	She beamed at him, kissed his mouth again and stepped away from him. So he wanted her to un­dress, did he? Beau­ti­ful. If there was one thing she wanted other than sex it­self it was to un­dress in front of him. Care­fully, she kicked off her shoes, keep­ing her gaze fixed on him every in­stant. Then, she pushed down her panty­hose and pulled them off her legs, which was a dif­fi­cult thing to ac­com­plish be­cause she was stand­ing. She did it, how­ever, as his eyes watched her lust­fully. She next re­moved her blouse and placed it over the rear of the sofa. She un­hooked her bra, slowly and de­lib­er­ately, as if she were do­ing a pro­fes­sional striptease, and pulled it away from her body, keep­ing her breasts covered with her arms mo­ment­ar­ily. When she saw his eyes lit­er­ally bul­ging from their sock­ets, she dropped her arms and thrust her chest out­ward ex­pos­ing her round, shapely tit­ties.

	The ef­fect on him was im­me­di­ate. ”Have you ever got a pair of boobs, Aunt May. Man, are they nice. Can I suck ‚em?“ He jumped across the room without wait­ing for her an­swer and pressed his face between her breasts. May sighed and stroked his hair as she felt his tongue run­ning over her tit­ties. How nice it was to have a young boy run his tongue over one‘s body. Per­haps she could in­duce him, later, to run it up her cunt. Think­ing of this caused her to shiver with de­light.

	”What are you shak­ing for, Aunt May?“ Jimmy asked, pulling his face free of her bosom.

	She stroked his head with her hand again. ”You make me shake, Jimmy. Please con­tinue with what you are do­ing. Your Aunt May likes that very much.“

	He half-closed one eye. ”Beats the hell out of me, Aunt May. I mean your be­ing this way. Hot and everything. I never thought you were hot. I al­ways thought you were...well, I thought you didn‘t like men.“

	”I like men very much, Jimmy. That‘s my trouble. I like them so much I could never settle down with just one. I need lots of men.“

	”I ain‘t a man,“ he blur­ted, ”I‘m just a kid.“ She felt of him between his legs. ”I think you‘re a man, Jimmy. Now then, while I strip off my skirt, why don‘t you take off your shorts and let Aunt May see how much cock you‘ve got between your legs.“ He drew back and quickly shoved down his shorts, re­veal­ing his rock-hard penis. She no­ticed that the end of it was very purplish and also very wet as if he had been squirt­ing in his shorts.

	”Very pretty prick, boy,“ she said softly. She kept her gaze on him as she re­moved her skirt, tak­ing note of the fact that he lit­er­ally jumped when he saw her cunt. ”Be care­ful,“ she cau­tioned need­lessly, ”don‘t harm your­self.“

	The boy was shak­ing vi­ol­ently as if he were ex­tremely cold. ”Wow,“ he muttered. ”Never had any­thing tear me up like this be­fore.“

	May went to him and put her arms about his na­ked­ness, press­ing her own soft na­ked­ness against his. She felt the hard penis touch­ing her thigh, and she longed to take it in her mouth, but thought she had bet­ter pro­ceed slowly with him.

	”You‘ve got a nice body, Aunt May,“ he muttered. ”Those big tits, those soft, round legs, your flat tummy. Man, you make a guy hot.“

	She led him to where there was a floor-length mir­ror, and they stood press­ing their bod­ies to­gether in front of it. ”Look at us, Jimmy,“ she purred. ”Aren‘t we some­thing? And see the way your penis is squirt­ing stuff on my tummy? How hot it is, dear.“ She sighed and wrapped her arms about him more tightly than be­fore. His penis spouted more warm cum on her tummy, and May knew she could not wait any longer. Still keep­ing her arms about his body, she dropped to one knee and took his erec­tion between her full lips. She sucked on the boy‘s tool caus­ing it to flow even more. May swal­lowed the stuff with de­light and sucked harder than be­fore.

	”Man,“ he cried, start­ing a fuck­ing mo­tion with his hips which thrust his penis in and out of her mouth re­peatedly. ”Oh...man....“ The word ”man“ seemed to say it all for him, to tell her how much he liked what she was do­ing to him.

	May was be­com­ing so ex­cited now that she wanted to gobble the boy up. She was so hungry for sex that she would have done any­thing to grat­ify her­self. Suck­ing his erec­tion seemed to be the hot­test thing she could do at the mo­ment. Also, the most ful­filling. When his ex­plo­sion came, she drank in his cum with all the gusto of a hungry kit­ten lap­ping up milk. This turned him on so much that he ex­ploded a second time into her mouth, and again she greed­ily drank in his warm fluid. Fi­nally, he ceased to flow so she licked his penis lov­ingly and got to her feet. She took him by the hand.

	He looked dazed when he turned his eyes in the dir­ec­tion of her face. ”What...how...? I mean, where are we go­ing?“ he asked, the words tum­bling out al­most in­co­her­ently.

	”To my bed­room, boy. You must fuck your auntie now. Auntie needs to be fucked.“

	”I don‘t know. Maybe I can‘t go off no more, Aunt May. I blew an aw­ful lot of stuff down your throat.“

	”Yes, I know,“ she cried, put­ting her arm about his waist and lead­ing him to the bed­room.

	”But you have more boy-juice in­side of you. I know you have. I in­sist that you fuck me. My cunt is in great need of be­ing fucked.“

	”All right,“ he cried, ex­cite­ment in his tone again. ”Get on the bed and I‘ll crawl on top of you.“

	”Good,“ she said, and lay down on the bed.

	He threw him­self on top of her, and she felt him at­tempt­ing to in­sert his ri­gid penis into her hole. He couldn‘t ac­com­plish this, so she brushed aside his hand and made the in­ser­tion her­self. Im­me­di­ately, he shot his loins for­ward, and she felt the de­li­cious fur­ther entry of his penis. My, he was long. She hadn‘t fully real­ized just how long he was. Now she knew, for his tool was sav­agely mak­ing her aware of its size.

	”Oh,“ she sighed, ”please fuck me, dear boy.“

	”I‘m go­ing to fuck my aunt like she ain‘t never been fucked be­fore,“ he cried hoarsely into her ear. ”Get your old cunt ready. I‘m shoot­ing my cock off into it.“ May sighed and smiled at the same time. How pleas­ant it was to be topped by one‘s own nephew. There was noth­ing so pleas­ing as be­ing fucked by a young boy. She spread her legs wide and felt his ri­gid tool en­ter­ing her cunt time and time again. Each time his tool stabbed deeply in­side, it rubbed her sens­it­ive spot and made her shud­der with pleas­ure.

	”Oh, fuck Auntie, fuck Auntie,“ she moaned.

	She wrapped her long legs about him and locked her ankles. Hold­ing him in this vise­like grip pleased her, and evid­ently he liked it also, for he muttered some­thing to this ef­fect.

	”You‘re a good piece of ass, Aunt May,“ he ad­ded, mo­ments later. ”I like fuck­ing you.“

	”After you do it to me in the cunt, dear, I hope you‘ll per­mit me to suck you off again.“ He pumped his penis into her fiercely. ”You really go for that suck­ing stuff, don‘t you, Aunt May?“ he asked the ques­tion with some dif­fi­culty, for he was breath­ing hard.

	”Yes, dear,“ she answered breath­lessly, ”I love to suck cocks, es­pe­cially the cocks of young boys, and spe­cific­ally yours.“

	”Then why am I fuck­ing you, Aunt May?“ He pushed her legs away and pulled his penis from her cunt, got up on his knees and moved to­ward her face. See­ing him com­ing close to her lips with his hard-on gave her an in­spir­a­tion, so she quickly grasped her tits and pressed them to­gether, hold­ing his penis between them as he sought to force the head of it between her par­ted lips. She had to re­lax her tit-grip on his penis to per­mit it to enter her mouth suf­fi­ciently for her to suck. He then plunged his loins for­ward, and she tasted cock again.

	”Ah...,“ he moaned. ”Suck me off, Aunt May, suck me off good.“

	”Yes...dear,“ she replied, her speech hampered by a mouth­ful of penis. ”Auntie will suck you off very good.“ In­stead of wait­ing for her to suck, he began to fuck her lips. She held her tits about his jerking penis firmly and, at the same time, sucked the head of it. How won­der­ful this was. How mar­velous to suck a boy‘s hard prick. Es­pe­cially when the boy was your own nephew. May knew she had some­thing good go­ing for her in this boy. He was a hot-blooded kid and she ap­pre­ci­ated it. She knew she would oe able to suck him off for many years to come, and what a pleas­ant and sat­is­fy­ing thought this was.

	”I‘m go­ing to squirt,“ he cried sud­denly.

	May closed her eyes, held her tits even more firmly to­gether around his penis and pre­pared to re­ceive se­men. It came, just a trickle at first and then a great, hot spurt­ing. It was all she could do to swal­low his re­leases as they came. He did not have a steady stream this time but many little, and some not-so-little, spout­ings.

	”Oh, God, that feels good,“ he cried. ”Suck it out of me, Auntie.“ May sucked for all she was worth and when he ex­ploded once again, she swal­lowed his cum and quietly and ef­fi­ciently cleaned his penis with her lips and tongue. A mo­ment later, he climbed off her and stood at one side of the bed.

	”Hey, Aunt May, that was really some­thing,“ he told her. ”Man, you make me so hot.“

	”You make me hot, too, Jimmy,“ she told him, sit­ting up and reach­ing over to play with his now limp penis. ”It‘s all soft now, isn‘t it, dear?“

	”I can get it hard again, Aunt May,“ he cried. ‚ ”To­mor­row, dear. You must come back at one o‘clock in the af­ter­noon. Aunt May wants to have an­other suck ses­sion with you.“

	”What does that mean?“ he asked, frown­ing, his brown eyes study­ing hers.

	”It means, dear, that you are to come here to my house at one o‘clock to­mor­row.

	”Yeah, I know that part. I meant about that suck ses­sion.“ May smiled at him and jacked his limp penis once. ”I‘ll show you what I mean when you ar­rive here to­mor­row, Jimmy.“ He moved away from the bed and stood look­ing at her, a puzzled ex­pres­sion on his young face. ”All right,“ he told her. ”I‘ll be here at one o‘clock for a suck ses­sion, Aunt May. Good­bye for now.“

	”Good­bye, dear. Don‘t play with your­self to­night. I want you to con­serve as much of it as you pos­sibly can. I have big plans for us to­mor­row.“

	”I‘ll be here,“ he prom­ised, and left the room. Aunt May sighed hap­pily.


CHAPTER EIGHT

	Jimmy could barely stand wait­ing for one o‘clock to ar­rive the next day. He had scarcely slept all night long. He could not erase from his mind the pic­ture of his Aunt May stand­ing na­ked in the middle of the room, her arm about his own na­ked­ness. She had warned him not to play with him­self that night, and he had re­frained from do­ing so. But it had been most dif­fi­cult, for her sex­i­ness kept re­cur­ring in his ima­gin­a­tion. He could al­most feel her lips about his penis as he lay in his bed try­ing to sleep. Fi­nally, he had risen from bed early and spent the en­tire morn­ing walk­ing up and down the street aim­lessly. He did not want to re­main in the house, be­cause he was fear­ful of his mother no­ti­cing the state he was in. Be­cause he was in­ex­per­i­enced in sexual mat­ters, he thought his own urges must be show­ing on his face and, in truth, they may well have been.

	He ap­peared on his aunt‘s front porch at twenty minutes be­fore one o‘clock, his penis already hard and drip­ping. Maybe she would be angry at him for com­ing so soon-she had spe­cific­ally told him one o‘clock. How­ever, he had to take that chance. He could not stay away from her any longer and still re­tain his san­ity.

	Jimmy Thorn was in an ex­tremely horny state.

	He knocked on the door and waited.

	It seemed like hours be­fore the door opened and Aunt May peered out at him. His heart gave a great leap when he saw her ex­posed breasts. Aunt May was bare from the waist up. She was also bare-legged and wore no shoes. Jimmy stared at her tits nervously but pleas­ur­ably, then shif­ted his glance down to her bare feet. Even her toes looked sexy to him.

	”You‘re early.“ The words came softly from her lips.

	”Yes. I couldn‘t want any longer.“

	”Come in.“ She stepped aside to al­low him to enter.

	He closed the door be­hind him and stared at her tits again. ”Man, you look great, Aunt May. You know some­thing? I haven‘t been able to get my mind on any­thing but the way your body looks. I didn‘t sleep all night.“

	She put her arms about him and pressed her large, cool breasts against his na­ked chest. ”I‘m so glad you wore only your shorts again, Jimmy. I like press­ing my tit­ties against your bare chest.“

	”Take your skirt off, Aunt May, and let me stick my prick into you.“ She looked at him and laughed softly. ”You mean you want to fuck me stand­ing up, Jimmy?“ Des­pite her ques­tion, she re­moved her skirt quickly and pressed his body tightly against her crotch re­gion. She was not wear­ing panties, so he took ad­vant­age of the situ­ation and promptly re­moved his ri­gid penis from his shorts and thrust it between her warm, soft thighs.

	”I‘ll fuck you stand­ing up, Aunt May,“ he said ex­citedly. ”I‘ll fuck you any way you want it done. God, you make me so hot I‘m ready to die if I don‘t go off in you soon.“

	”Tell me,“ she said, both arms around his waist now, ”how does it feel to have your erec­tion between my thighs?“

	”Feels won­der­ful. Your legs are so soft and warm and...well, just won­der­ful. I could go off and not even have it in­side you, Aunt May. That‘s how good your legs feel.“

	”Jimmy,“ she said after a mo­ment‘s si­lence, ”would you find it pleas­ur­able to run your tongue over my crotch?“

	He sucked in air so loudly it could have been heard in the next room. ”You want me to kiss your...cunt, Aunt May? Hon­est, do you?“

	She smiled strangely. ”Only if you want to do it, dear.“

	”I don‘t know,“ he said vaguely. ”I never thought much about kiss­ing a cunt.“ She raised her brows. ”Really? I thought all young boys had fantas­ies about kiss­ing a girl‘s cunt.“

	”Maybe they do. All I know is that I‘ve never thought about it much.“

	”Much? Oh, then, you have taken it into con­sid­er­a­tion, the kiss­ing of a cunt, I mean?“ He grinned. ”I guess maybe I have...a little bit, Aunt May.“ She re­moved her arms from about his middle. ”I‘m go­ing to the sofa. When you see me flat on my back with my legs spread wide, I want you to come and kneel down be­side me and kiss my cunt. Will you do that, Jimmy?“ He nod­ded, his face red­den­ing.

	She kissed his mouth wetly, went to the sofa and lay flat on her back, one leg lif­ted and placed along the top of the rear sec­tion of the fur­niture piece. Jimmy stared at her ex­posed cunt and thought he was go­ing to take leave of his senses. He had never seen a wo­man look as hot as his Aunt May. It was un­be­liev­able and yet there she was, stretched out na­ked on the sofa, her legs sep­ar­ated, her slit in full view of his eyes.

	”Come, Jimmy,“ she urged. ”Come and kiss your aunt‘s cunt.“ Jimmy walked hes­it­antly to the sofa and dropped to his knees. Now that he was close to her body, he caught the scent of her body per­fume. It was heady stuff for a four­teen-year-old boy, and he found it dif­fi­cult to re­strain him­self from jump­ing on top of her and at­tempt­ing to fuck her. He knew she did not want him to do this-she wanted him to kiss her there.

	”Come, Jimmy,“ she re­peated im­pa­tiently, ”don‘t you want to kiss my cunt?“

	”Yes, Aunt May. I guess I‘m just too ex­cited to get star­ted.“ She placed her hand be­hind his head and pulled it down gently. When his face was near her pu­bic hair, she pushed his head a bit and his lips came in con­tact with the stiff, bristly stuff. He jerked away and straightened up, startled.

	”How come it‘s so stiff?“ he wanted to know.

	”What is stiff, dear? Whatever are you talk­ing about?“

	”The hair, your hair. It‘s so stiff.“ May laughed softly. ”Oh...that...I un­der­stand now. Well, don‘t let the stiff­ness frighten you. The stiff hair won‘t hurt you, boy. Come on now. Kiss it.“

	”Do I have to?“ he blur­ted.

	The ex­pres­sion on his aunt‘s face changed slightly. ”Of course you don‘t have to. Would you rather go back home and stay there, boy?“ Her tone had be­come cool.

	”No, no, Aunt May. I don‘t want to go home. I want to stay here and have you suck my prick and.. . ”

	”Then of course you should be will­ing to kiss mine, shouldn‘t you, boy?“

	”Oh...I see. I kiss yours and then you‘ll suck mine. Is that it?“

	”Pre­cisely, boy, pre­cisely.“

	”All right, Aunt May, I‘ll kiss your cunt. I‘ll kiss it real good. Then you‘ll suck mine, won‘t you?“

	She pat­ted his hair. ”Now don‘t you worry your head about how much you‘re go­ing to get from Aunt May. Aunt May is go­ing to give you the works, boy.“

	He kissed her stiff hair sev­eral times and did not of­fer to run his tongue over her flesh un­til she told him to do so. He thrust out his tongue awk­wardly and ran it over the soft heat of her thighs, caus­ing her to sigh deeply and pat him on the head again, this time press­ing his head more firmly down­ward. At the same time, she spread her legs more and turned partly on her side to face him. Jimmy stared at the flat tummy so near to his eyes. Aunt May had nicely tanned skin and she looked beau­ti­ful to him, even her tummy did. See­ing the little in­dent­a­tion of her na­vel, he left the hair re­gion and went to it, pok­ing his tongue into it and feel­ing her stom­ach muscles ripple as she laughed softly.

	”What is it?“ he asked, lift­ing his head to look into her eyes.

	She pat­ted his head again. ”Noth­ing, boy. It tickles a bit, that‘s all, but it feels nice, too. Keep on with it.“ She brought her leg down from the rear of the sofa and placed it over his shoulder, hook­ing her knee be­hind his head and hold­ing him firmly. ”How does that feel, kid?“ she asked, re­fer­ring to her leg.

	”Okay,“ he replied, hardly real­iz­ing that she had asked a ques­tion.

	”Suck my cunt, kid. Get down between my legs and suck it good.“ Jimmy felt a bit stu­pid and showed it. ”How can I suck a cunt? There ain‘t noth­ing to suck. It ain‘t like a tit, Aunt May.“ She laughed and her stom­ach muscles rippled again. ”Then don‘t suck. Do what you want, boy. Pay no at­ten­tion to what Auntie May says, just grat­ify your­self. If you grat­ify your­self, you prob­ably will me.“ Jimmy kissed her flat, smooth tummy and felt the muscles mov­ing again. God, how he liked this. His pecker was so hard it was threat­en­ing to drop off his body to the floor. Reach­ing down, he star­ted to touch it but found her hand there first.

	”Let me have the priv­ilege, dear,“ she said, and seiz­ing his penis began to jack it slowly but won­der­fully.

	”Oh,“ Jimmy moaned. ”I‘m so hot, Aunt May, I‘m go­ing to blow up.“

	”Just kiss Aunt May‘s body, dear, and let what hap­pens hap­pen.“

	”What if I start to go off? I mean, where am I go­ing to shoot it?“

	”Aunt May will take care of your re­leases, dear.“

	He wasn‘t quite sure of what she meant but nod­ded his head in agree­ment and re­turned to kiss­ing her tummy. She pushed his head down lower on her body with her free hand, and he knew she was grow­ing tired of wait­ing for him to kiss her cunt. Tak­ing a deep breath, he thrust out his tongue, fi­nally, and made a path through her stiff pu­bic hair. Go­ing lower on her all the time, he felt her up­per leg tighten around his neck, press­ing his head down fiercely. Her cunt was open­ing for him, and he could see the in­ner red­ness of the wet area. With his penis fairly burst­ing with urge, he ran his tongue lightly through the red wet­ness.

	”Oh! Je­sus!“ His aunt hollered the words.

	En­cour­aged by her pas­sion, he dipped his tongue into her a bit deeper.

	”Oh...Je­sus Christ, kid, that‘s great...for God‘s sake don‘t stop.“ Again she hollered the words.

	Jimmy knew he was do­ing it cor­rectly and found more cour­age to plunge on with his new ex­per­i­ment. Us­ing his fin­gers, he par­ted her cunt lips and sud­denly thrust his tongue into her as far as he could. At the same time, he wiggled it about furi­ously.

	”Oh...my God...kid...that makes me want to go off. Oh, dear, I am go­ing...off. Oh, tongue my cunt, boy, tongue it fast.“

	Jimmy did so, mak­ing his tongue move in every which way, dart­ing it in and out of her un­til she was ac­tu­ally scream­ing and jerking her body about crazily, at the same time pulling his hair al­most out of his head. He stopped tonguing her cunt and merely kissed the edges of it but this seemed to make no dif­fer­ence to her, for it was ob­vi­ous even to him that she was hav­ing a gi­gantic or­gasm and noth­ing would stop it but time.

	She was still scream­ing though more softly than be­fore, and she was still pulling his hair. Her leg was still tightened about his neck, and her cunt was drip­ping.

	Without warn­ing, she pulled her leg off his shoulder and us­ing her foot against his chest, gave him a hard shove. Jimmy lost his bal­ance and went top­pling over back­wards, com­ing to a stop with his back to the floor.

	”Hey,“ he cried startled. ”Why did you do that?“ She was fight­ing to re­gain nor­mal breath­ing. This was ob­vi­ous. ”Well,“ she rasped, ”Jimmy, boy, what a cunt­lap­per you turned out to be. The very best yet. As for my shov­ing you, that was just an af­fec­tion­ate push. Don‘t be angry. Oh, dear, what a won­der­ful cunt­lap­per you are. Do you know that is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I swear it is. You made me have a greater or­gasm than any other liv­ing per­son has done. I could keep you around twenty-four hours a day and never tire of you. Just the same, you have to leave now. I have people com­ing for din­ner, and I must pre­pare for them. Be a good boy, kiss Auntie May‘s cunt once more...don‘t tongue it...I couldn‘t stand that again...not right now...to­mor­row, yes-today, no. Now then, boy, please put your clothes on and go home. Come back to­mor­row at four o‘clock and your aunt will show you still an­other way to make in­ces­tu­ous, oral love.“ Jimmy was dis­ap­poin­ted. He wanted to stay with her and do lots more things to her won­der­fully warm, soft body, but she was the boss. If she said he had to leave, then he must leave.

	He pulled on his cloth­ing re­luct­antly. ”Aunt May,“ he said hes­it­antly, ”I‘ll go now but will you let me stay longer to­mor­row?“

	She eyed him lust­fully. ”Very likely, dear boy, very likely. I swear you are learn­ing fast.“ She chuckled. ”I just may de­cide to ad­opt you and keep you here in bed all the time.“

	”I‘d like that, Aunt May,“ he blur­ted.

	She lif­ted her brows be­witch­ingly. ”Would you, boy? Tell Aunt May. Why would you?“ Jimmy grinned. ”Be­cause I‘d get to fuck and suck you all the time.“

	”Come back to­mor­row at four, boy. Now be off with you,“ she told him.

	Jimmy ran from the room.


CHAPTER NINE

	This time he slept fit­fully all night long and dreamed wild dreams about his Aunt May. In each of them, she was beg­ging him to do won­der­ful things to her lovely body. How­ever, when he would reach out for her she would not be there. He fi­nally awakened, moan­ing to him­self, and when he sat up sud­denly on the bed, he saw that day­light was pour­ing in through the win­dows. He touched his penis-it was rock-hard-and he was half temp­ted to play with it but, be­cause he knew what was in store for him at four o‘clock, he re­frained.

	The day passed slowly. Every hour seemed like two.

	He was ob­liged to stay out­side the house as much as pos­sible for, again, he did not want his mother no­ti­cing his ex­treme rest­less­ness and nervous­ness.

	Fi­nally the hour ar­rived, and he ran all the way to Aunt May‘s place, knock­ing on the door loudly with his fist. She opened the door, and he saw to his great dis­ap­point­ment that she was fully clad.

	”Come in, Jimmy,“ she said.

	He stepped in­side, his heart ham­mer­ing furi­ously, and put his arm about her waist. ”I had dreams about you all night long, Aunt May,“ he moaned.

	She chuckled. ”Did you really? Did you suck my cunt in your dreams, boy?“ He shook his head. ”Dumb old dreams. I couldn‘t even get close to you.“ She chuckled again. ”Well, boy, you‘re here in the flesh. You can get close to me now, can‘t you?“ He nod­ded but then frowned. ”How come you‘re all dressed? I thought you‘d be na­ked when you opened the door. That‘s the way I like to see you, Aunt May. Na­ked, show­ing your tits and ass and tummy, your cunt, everything.“

	”And I like to have you see me that way, dear. The reason I am dressed is be­cause I just re­turned from down­town. I was shop­ping, boy.“

	”I‘m glad I didn‘t come earlier then,“ he blur­ted. ”If you hadn‘t been home, I guess I would have gone nuts on your front porch.“ She glanced at him oddly. ”What do you mean by that?“

	”I mean, I love you so much, Aunt May.“ Her odd look changed to an ex­pres­sion of grat­it­ude. ”Well now, that‘s a very nice thing to say, dear. Aunt May likes that very much and be­cause you‘re such a sweet and hot boy, Aunt May is go­ing to suck you off. Would you like to have your peter sucked, boy?“

	”Would I? Are you kid­ding?“

	She smiled and re­moved her blouse hast­ily. Hand­ing it to him as though he would know what to do with it-he did not-she began to un­hook her bra. She had some dif­fi­culty do­ing this, for some reason, and fi­nally, she asked him to place the blouse on a chair nearby and un­hook the thing for her. He put the blouse down and with trem­bling fin­gers tried to do as she had re­ques­ted, but he could not get the bra un­hooked either. Ap­par­ently the hook had be­come bent.

	”If you‘ll sit down on the chair, Aunt May, maybe I can see what is wrong with it,“ he told her.

	”All right, dear. My, what a nuis­ance and just when I wanted to show my tit­ties to you and to have you fondle and suck them.“

	Jimmy felt mois­ture in his shorts. ”If you talk that way to me now, I‘ll have wet pants and not much else, Aunt May.“

	She felt the front of his pants. ”My, you‘re ri­gid and nice, aren‘t you, Jimmy? I do like a hard pecker. Why don‘t you stand around in front of me while you un­hook my bra? That way I can suck on your pecker, dear.“

	Jimmy was so ex­cited now that he did as she told him to do. Mov­ing around in front of her, he felt her un­zip­ping his fly and tak­ing out his penis. She rubbed his penis as he des­per­ately sought to un­hook the trouble­some bra. Fi­nally, he did so, and as it came free from her body, her great breasts leaped out in full view. He pulled the bra away from her en­tirely and lower­ing his head, took one of her tit­ties in his mouth to suckle.

	This caused a mix-up, be­cause she was at­tempt­ing to get her mouth around his penis. Their heads bumped, and each had to pull back and stare at the other as they rubbed their re­spect­ive heads.

	May laughed and jacked his penis at the same time. ”We‘ll kill each other try­ing to get each other‘s parts in our mouths, boy.“

	Jimmy laughed but still rubbed his head. ”I‘ll play with your tits while you go down on me, Aunt May. Will that be all right?“

	”We‘re just alike, you and your aunt, boy. We both like the same thing-suck­ing. Tell you what; you suck my tit­ties for a while, and then I‘ll cop your joint.“

	Jimmy bur­ied his face in her tits and ran his tongue over them lov­ingly. He liked this, but he liked hav­ing his penis sucked bet­ter. He pulled back from her and stood with his penis aimed at her lips. ”You suck me now, Aunt May. I‘ll do your tits later.“

	”Tell you the truth, Jimmy, I had some­thing else in mind for us today. Shall we go to my bed­room and re­move all our cloth­ing?“

	”Yes,“ he said quickly. ”What is this other thing?“

	”We‘re go­ing to do a sixty-nine, boy. A cock-and-cunter, they some­times call it.“ Jimmy grinned. ”Boy, that‘s a funny name for it. Wow!“

	”Start tak­ing off your clothes and fol­low Aunt May, dear. I must go to the bath­room first, but when I come to the bed­room I want to see you na­ked on the bed. Un­der­stand me?“

	”Yes, Aunt May. Will you hurry?“

	”I won‘t be long,“ she said, and walked away from him.

	Jimmy entered the bed­room, stripped off his cloth­ing and lay down on the bed, his penis in his hand. The thing was so hard it ac­tu­ally hurt. He mas­saged it only a little and then ceased do­ing it, for he felt the peak com­ing on fast. That would never do. He could not waste his boy milk by spray­ing it on the bed or on the floor. No, his aunt should re­ceive it. He re­membered what she had just said about the cock-and-cunter busi­ness. Jimmy grinned.

	”That‘s a crazy name for it,“ he muttered.

	Aunt May did not ap­pear, and so Jimmy got off the bed to look for her. He found her com­ing out of the bath­room and turned and ran back to the bed, so she would not see him out of it. He did not want to do any­thing that might make her angry. She had told him she wanted him na­ked and on the bed, so that was where he would wait for her.

	She entered the bed­room and re­moved her skirt and stock­ings al­most in one move­ment. Toss­ing them aside, she came to the bed wear­ing only her panties.

	”Take off your pants, Aunt May,“ Jimmy cried, ”I want to see your cunt.“ She leaned over and kissed him wetly on his lips, hold­ing the kiss for sev­eral long mo­ments. While she was kiss­ing him, her hand stole to his penis and gently jacked him. Now, in­stead of merely kiss­ing him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and each time she jacked his don­niker, she tongue-kissed him. Fi­nally, she stopped and stepped back, re­leas­ing his penis long enough to push her panties down over her hips and legs. Re­mov­ing them al­to­gether, she tossed them across the room care­lessly and crawled onto the bed us­ing her knees as feet.

	Jimmy watched her as she crawled over his body un­til her cunt was dir­ectly above his mouth.

	”Get ready, boy,“ she told him. ”The cunt is com­ing down.“ Jimmy took a deep breath and waited for her wet slit to drop over his lips, which it did dir­ectly. He thrust his tongue into the wet­ness and heard her cry out pas­sion­ately. In­stantly, she whirled about, her cunt still over his mouth, but with her lips in po­s­i­tion to move down­ward and take in his erec­tion.

	”Oh, suck me, Aunt May. Suck Jimmy‘s prick!“ he cried.

	Her cunt came down firmly on his mouth at the identical in­stant that her warm lips fastened about his throb­bing erec­tion. She thrust her head all the way down, and he felt his cock be­ing sucked furi­ously. He be­came caught up in the act and grasp­ing her but­tocks, held her fiercely in po­s­i­tion while he ran his tongue fe­ver­ishly up and down her slit, dart­ing it into her from time to time. He heard her muffled cry of pas­sion and felt the in­creased speed of her

	French­ing move­ment. Jimmy could feel his peak ap­proach­ing rap­idly, and he had never known such a wildly pleas­ant feel­ing in his en­tire life. When Aunt May grunted and began to fuck him with her cunt, mov­ing out­rageously across his mouth and tongue, Jimmy closed his eyes, tongued her slit as fast as he could, and, whim­per­ing as he did it, re­leased the gush­ing con­tents of his penis into her suck­ing mouth.

	This ap­peared to set her off in even greater style, for she Frenched him so in­tensely now that he blew off in her twice more.

	She sud­denly wrenched her body away from his, bounded to her feet and ran from the room. He lay there for a full minute re­gain­ing his nor­mal breath­ing be­fore sit­ting up and rub­bing his chin. Why had she run away like that? Had he hurt her in some man­ner? He got off the bed and went to the door of the bed­room, peer­ing out in the dir­ec­tion of the bath­room. His aunt was stand­ing in the door­way rub­bing her body with a towel. Jimmy walked to­ward her for a few paces but stopped.

	‚Aunt May,“ he called. ”Is some­thing wrong?“ She turned about, hold­ing the towel in front of her body. ”No. Noth­ing is wrong, Jimmy, ex­cept that you nearly burned me up with your hot cunt-suck­ing.“ He was so re­lieved that he ran to her and wrapped his arms about her na­ked body much like a small child might do. ”Gee,“ he cried, ”I thought maybe I had hurt you in some way. I was scared.“ She threw the towel into the bath­room. ”You made me per­spire, boy, you made me per­spire like mad. You‘re some little cunt-lap­per, be­lieve me you are. You can lick me off any old time you feel like it, Jimmy boy. I never knew any­one to do it as well as you.“

	”Thank you, Aunt May. You‘re a good cock-sucker, your­self.“ She smiled and pat­ted him on the ass. ”Now then, would you care to shoot your penis up my cunt, dear? My cunt needs a drip­ping, hot penis.“

	”Aunt May,“ he cried, ”you‘re the hot­test wo­man in the world. You must be.“

	”Only when I‘ve got a hot-blooded young pecker-poker like your­self.“

	”Do you want me to fuck you now, Aunt May?“ he asked.

	”Of course I do. Where do you want to fuck me?“

	”Any­where. Right here, on the floor.“ May laughed mu­sic­ally. ”No, I meant what part of my ana­tomy do you want to stick it into?“

	”You mean your body?“ he blur­ted, not sure of the word she had used.

	”Yes, of course, my body. Where do you want to fuck it?“

	”I want to fuck your cunt, Aunt May,“ he cried pas­sion­ately. ”I like jab­bing it in­side your cunt.“ She nod­ded. ”All right. Let‘s go to the sofa this time. The bed is damp from our per­spir­a­tion.“

	”That‘s okay. I‘ll fuck you any old place, Aunt May.“ May dropped sud­denly to the floor. ”Get on top,“ she in­struc­ted him tensely, ”and stuff that pecker of yours up my twat.“ Jimmy felt his heart give a great leap. He did al­most the same thing, flop­ping down on top of his sexy aunt and stabbing his penis at her cunt. He could not get it into her for some reason, so he was con­tent to al­low her to steer it in.

	He shoved with all his strength and felt his erec­tion slid­ing into her deeply.

	”Oh, man, Aunt May, that feels good. You have a wet, hot cunt.“

	”Fuck me, boy, and don‘t just talk.“

	Jimmy pumped his prick into his aunt while she grabbed his bare ass fiercely with both hands, hold­ing him tightly against her cunt.

	”Give it to me, boy, give it to me!“ she begged.

	Jimmy pumped harder than ever and in a short time, he felt the peak be­ing reached. ”Get ready, Auntie May, I‘m com­ing in you!“ he cried.

	”Shoot it in, baby, shoot it in. Auntie May will take all the cock juice you can squirt, boy.“ Jimmy sighed and groaned at the same time that he re­leased his fluid into his aunt‘s twat. She pumped his penis with all the strength she had, ap­par­ently, but Jimmy simply lay on top of her, his cock bur­ied deeply in­side of her, spurt­ing great amounts of se­men. What else could a boy do? That‘s what a boy was sup­posed to do, wasn‘t it? Blow his wad? Of course it was.


CHAPTER TEN

	It is un­usual for one fam­ily to have four sis­ters who are Les­bi­ans, but this was pre­cisely the case with the Blan­chards. The par­ents of the girls were de­ceased, and the four of them lived to­gether in the same apart­ment shar­ing the costs as well as each other. The old­est was Jane who was thirty-five and roomed with Blanche who was thirty-one. Blanche‘s real first name was Blan­chard which, of course, was the same as their last name. She hated the given name, so the oth­ers al­ways called her Blanche. Liz, thirty-four, and Dory, thirty-three, shared the other bed­room. It should be poin­ted out that the girls did not al­ways sleep with their usual room­mates, but quite of­ten changed around with Liz sleep­ing with either Jane or Blanche, and Dory, the other girl. There was never any jeal­ousy between the girls. They got along well with one an­other, far bet­ter, it can be said, than most such groups do. This may have been be­cause they all had one very im­port­ant thing in com­mon-their far-out sex lives.

	It was a Fri­day even­ing and only Jane and Blanche were in the apart­ment. They were hav­ing drinks to­gether and watch­ing tele­vi­sion without too much in­terest when Jane placed her hand on Blanche‘s leg. Blanche, who was sit­ting on the sofa with her sis­ter, glanced down at the hand that was caress­ing her thigh and placed her own on her sis­ter‘s limb.

	”Do you want to go to bed, Blanche?“ Jane asked. ”We could have a fuck ses­sion. It cer­tainly would be more fun than watch­ing this dumb pro­gram.“

	Blanche smiled. ”Fuck ses­sion? Why do you call it that of late? Sev­eral times now you have used the term.“

	Jane, a bru­nette with brown eyes, smiled. ”What else should I call it? We go to bed and fuck. It‘s a ses­sion. What‘s wrong with call­ing it a fuck ses­sion?“

	”Noth­ing is wrong with it. I‘m just curi­ous as to why you have been call­ing it that lately.“ Jane squeezed her sis­ter‘s leg. ”You‘ve got me. I don‘t know.“ She moved her hand higher on Blanche‘s leg and squeezed it hard. ”You‘ve got a nice pair of thighs, Blanche, you know that?“

	”I ought to. You‘ve told me of­ten enough.“ Blanche smiled when she uttered the words.

	”Well, you have,“ Jane replied. ”You have a pair of thighs that any queer ought to be glad to get between.“

	”I would prefer, Jane, that you wouldn‘t use the word ‚queer.‘ ” Jane laughed tensely. ”I for­got. You don‘t like to be blunt about our mis­fail­ings.“

	”Our what?“ Blanche asked.

	”Never mind. It‘s not im­port­ant.“

	Blanche glanced at her sis­ter. ”You want an­other drink?“

	”An­other drink is not what I want, baby.“ Jane squeezed her sis­ter‘s thigh again. ”This is what I want.“ Blanche grinned. ”You want to cream me, Jane?“

	”You can put it that way, if you want to.“ Blanche stood up ab­ruptly and un­dressed her­self. When she was nude she sat down again but kept her legs tightly to­gether. Look­ing at Jane she said, ”Take off your cloth­ing, Jane. You know I hate to fuck when we are dressed.“ Jane laughed and began un­dress­ing. ”Shall we do the right angle splits or would you prefer a tongue job?“ She tossed her cloth­ing aside.

	”Both. Why limit ourselves?“ Blanche replied.

	Jane sat down and snuggled up to her sis­ter. ”Suck my tit­ties will you, dear?“ Blanche sucked one of Jane‘s breasts briefly but re­leased it and lay down on the thick car­pet­ing, one leg held up as she res­ted on her side. ”Come on, baby. Let‘s fuck. We don‘t want to waste time suck­ing tits.“ Jane laughed and lay down on the car­pet­ing also. Her head was poin­ted in the op­pos­ite dir­ec­tion from her sis­ter‘s, but she, too, was on her side. She pulled her body into the clas­sic ”fuck“ po­s­i­tion that Les­bi­ans use-one foot near her sis­ter‘s face, the other at her back. Blanche‘s legs were sim­il­arly placed in re­la­tion to Jane‘s body. They clasped each other‘s hands and pulled their cunts to­gether un­til they touched firmly. Their slits were at right angles to one an­other and this is why they re­ferred to the po­s­i­tion as the right angle splits, though their legs were not in the split po­s­i­tion as it is re­ferred to in pro­fes­sional dan­cing.

	Now each wo­man began to suck in and let out her tummy, while at the same time slightly mov­ing her ass. This was done to cause con­tact fric­tion between their cunts. Their nubs be­came hard some­what like a man‘s penis, though, of course, they were smal­ler and did not pro­trude very far. How­ever, the pro­tru­sion was suf­fi­cient for the op­pos­ite nub to rub against its coun­ter­part in a caress­ing man­ner. This rub­bing made both wo­men shiver with de­light for the nub is ex­tremely sens­it­ive to fric­tion, es­pe­cially when it is caused by an­other nub. It would have been an odd sight for a non-Les­bian to have wit­nessed the man­ner in which these two wo­men fucked each other. It would also have been an ex­tremely ex­cit­ing thing to watch. There is noth­ing, ex­cept for the sex act it­self, that is as ex­cit­ing as view­ing someone else en­gaged in an act­ive, pas­sion­ate em­brace.

	Jane could feel the mois­ture and heat of Blanche‘s cunt as the younger sis­ter wiggled her ass ex­pertly while pulling on Jane‘s hands con­stantly. This clasp­ing of hands was ex­tremely im­port­ant-it kept the two Les­bi­ans in close con­tact crotch-wise. Some­times they would al­most lit­er­ally pull the other wo­man‘s arms from her shoulder sock­ets. This happened only when one of them was at­tempt­ing to achieve an or­gasm but found the peak of pas­sion not quite great enough to per­mit the pleas­ur­able feel­ing. On rare oc­ca­sions both Les­bi­ans would ex­per­i­ence this dif­fi­culty at the same time, and then the clasp­ing of hands be­came some­thing more than mere clasp­ing of hands-it be­came a pulling match with the stronger wo­man gain­ing a greater spasm than the weaker one.

	Jane pulled hard at Blanche‘s hands now. She forced her­self to do this, though she didn‘t really feel the need of it. Jane was hot and con­fid­ent she could achieve an or­gasm eas­ily. How­ever, she pulled Blanche‘s hands hard for she knew that her sis­ter liked her to do this on oc­ca­sion, and Jane was an ami­able, un­selfish per­son gen­er­ally.

	”God, your twat is hot to­night, Jane,“ Blanche muttered as she rubbed her nub against Jane‘s.

	”Oh, mine is just as it usu­ally is,“ Jane replied. ”I think it‘s you who has the hot twat, dear.“

	Blanche chuckled good-naturedly. ”Afraid this is not go­ing to make it for me, darling. Think we should turn around and mouth-fuck. I don‘t seem to be peak­ing at all.“

	”We just began,“ Jane told her. ”Give it time to work. You can‘t ex­pect to go off im­me­di­ately. Be­sides, who wants to? It‘s more fun to keep it go­ing a long time.“

	”I like to blow my nuts quickly, Janey, you know that.“

	”Then per­haps we should turn about and kiss.“

	”That‘s what I just said,“ Blanche replied. She let go of Jane‘s hands and got to her feet. ”Let‘s do it in bed, dear. I like to lap cunt in bed bet­ter‘n any other place.“

	”All right, Blanche.“ Jane got to her feet, also. The two wo­men walked quickly to their bed­room, and soon they were on the bed in re­verse po­s­i­tion, on their sides, their heads between the other wo­man‘s thighs, their tongues work­ing the wet places.

	”God, I like this,“ Blanche muttered. ”I could lap your cunt all night long.“

	”So could I, dear,“ Jane replied. ”Get in there, honey. Use your tongue as only you can do it.“

	”Thanks for the com­pli­ment, but you‘re much bet­ter at it than I, Jane.“ Jane rolled over on top of her sis­ter, her face bur­ied in her crotch, her tongue work­ing her slit with all the ex­pert­ise she pos­sessed which was, as Blanche had said, con­sid­er­able.

	”Je­sus, Jane, you‘re do­ing me up great to­night. Tell me, is your tongue ac­tu­ally hard or is it only my ima­gin­a­tion?“

	Jane was forced to stop tonguing her sis­ter‘s cunt in or­der to an­swer. ”I don‘t know. Some­times I think my tongue does get hard like a guy‘s penis, but I sup­pose it is just ima­gin­a­tion.“

	”It feels hard, hon­est it does. And long, too.

	Did you know your tongue is longer some­times than oth­ers?“

	”Oh, sure. That‘s pos­sible, you know. Well, it doesn‘t really get any longer. You just use more of it.“ Blanche kissed her sis­ter‘s cunt pas­sion­ately. ”I‘m ter­ribly hot to­night but can‘t seem to reach a peak, as I said be­fore.“

	”Don‘t rush things so much, dear. I‘ve told you that be­fore, you re­mem­ber? Some­times the body, or the mind, just isn‘t ready to give out quickly with an or­gasm. You know that.“

	”Oh, Jane, I wish I were as smart as you. You al­ways have the an­swers to everything.“ Jane laughed and kissed her sis­ter‘s cunt. ”Not quite, dear. Just once in a while.“ Blanche was al­ways telling her how smart she was. Jane did not think she was par­tic­u­larly smart. There were many things of which she knew very little, but per­haps the re­cog­ni­tion of one‘s own short­com­ings was in it­self an in­dic­a­tion of in­tel­li­gence.

	”Tell me, Jane, do you ever long for a...man to get on top and ram his rod up you?“

	”Some­times, but it never lasts. I‘ve had men on top of me, na­ked. I‘ve told you that, I think. Men don‘t do much for me. I did have an or­gasm with a man once when I was quite young, but it is not to be com­pared with the ones I‘ve ex­per­i­enced with you, dear.“ Jane paused. ”Why did you ask that?“

	”Just curi­ous. I‘ve never had a man on top of me.“

	”Well, for Pete‘s sake, if that‘s what you want, go find one. There are men all over the place and any one of them would give his right arm to crawl on top of a lush, round body like yours, Blanche.“ Jane pushed Blanche‘s leg away from her head and sat up on the bed, push­ing her hair back from her face. She didn‘t know if she should be very angry at Blanche or not. She de­cided she would be. After all, they had been in the pro­cess of mak­ing love. In­ces­tu­ous, oral love, to be sure, but love non­ethe­less. Blanche should know bet­ter than to drag up the sub­ject of man-fuck­ing. If a Les­bian wanted to try out a man for a change of pace, that was one thing; but to dis­cuss hav­ing men on top of one when one was in­dul­ging...well, that was quite an­other mat­ter. Jane climbed out of the bed and headed for the bath­room.

	”Are you mad at me, Jane?“ Blanche called after her.

	Jane stopped in her tracks and turned around to sur­vey her sis­ter coolly. ”Any reason why I shouldn‘t be?“

	”I was only curi­ous, Jane. I know you don‘t like my dis­cuss­ing men when we‘re fuck­ing, but

	I wasn‘t do­ing it to an­noy you. Hon­est to God, I wasn‘t.“ Blanche was sit­ting up on the bed now, one leg fol­ded un­der her lush body, her great breasts stand­ing out prom­in­ently. Blanche was a beau­ti­ful hunk of wo­man­hood and Jane knew it. For that mat­ter, all the Blan­chard wo­men were beau­ti­ful, even Jane, but Jane knew she was the least favored of the four. ”Jane,“ Blanche went on, ”where are you go­ing? Please come back to the bed and let me kiss your cunt, dear.“

	”I am go­ing to the bath­room,“ Jane said, her tone still cool. ”Is that all right? I mean, do you mind if I go to the bath­room?“

	Blanche‘s fin­gers fluttered to her mouth. ”Oh, dear, you are mad at me. I can tell you are.“ She shook her head neg­at­ively. ”Please don‘t be mad at me, Jane. I‘m so very fond of you, you know. When you be­come angry at me some­thing ter­rible hap­pens in­side me.“

	Jane softened her tone of voice when she spoke. ”I‘m not really angry, Blanche. It‘s just that I don‘t like hav­ing men brought up when I‘m in­dul­ging in sexual in­ter­course. You know my feel­ings about this. I should think the least you could do would be to knock off the man talk at such times.“

	”I didn‘t mean to of­fend you, Jane dear.“

	Jane sighed. ”I‘m go­ing to the bath­room.

	When I re­turn we can start all over again, if you want to. If you don‘t want to, that‘s per­fectly all right with me, Blanche.“ Jane knew that the best way to handle Blanche was to pre­tend she didn‘t care a hang one way or an­other if they had sex to­gether. This sort of treat­ment usu­ally made Blanche very anxious to in­dulge. En­ter­ing the bath­room, she pre­ten­ded to use the toi­let, drop­ping the seat so that the sound of it could be eas­ily heard by Blanche. She then stud­ied her­self in the mir­ror, ap­plied a small bit of make-up, washed her hands, flushed the toi­let, waited an­other few mo­ments and then re-entered the bed­room.

	She was amused to catch Blanche mas­turb­at­ing. Blanche, ap­par­ently, did not see Jane come into the room for she kept on with her fin­ger work, pant­ing a bit as she did so.

	”Are you pre­tend­ing your fin­ger is a cock or a tongue, Blanche, dear?“ Jane asked loudly.

	Blanche‘s face turned very red in­stantly, and she yanked her fin­ger out of her cunt. ”I thought you were in the bath­room,“ she said sul­lenly.

	”Nuts,“ Jane replied. ”You heard me flush the toi­let and re-enter the bed­room. Why do you try to kid me, Blanche, dear? If you want to prac­tice ex­hib­i­tion­ism, please feel free to do so. Now then, put your fin­ger back into your cunt and mas­turb­ate. I rather think I should en­joy see­ing your self-pas­sion.“

	”I‘d rather have your tongue in my box,“ Blanche cried. ”Why did you run away after get­ting me worked up?“

	”I didn‘t run away, not really. I ad­mit I was a bit angry, but I got over it. Would you like me to sit on your face. I‘ll spread my cunt and fit it over your nose and chin and mouth and....“

	”Don‘t just talk, Jane. Get on top of me and let me suck your cunt. You know how hot I am.“

	Jane got on the bed and moved up un­til she was strad­dling Blanche‘s tits. ”You have a very com­fort­able place to sit,“ she said. ”What I mean, your tits are soft to the ass.“

	”Why don‘t you stick one of my tit nipples up your as­shole, Jane dear?“ Blanche asked, ex­cite­ment in her tone.

	”Won‘t work, dear. Be­sides, wouldn‘t you rather thrust your tongue into my cunt?“

	”Yes, of course, Jane. Move up a bit so I can reach it with my lips.“ Jane placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her sis­ter. She smiled at the large-breasted wo­man. ”You do like to suck cunts, don‘t you, Blanche?“ Her sis­ter hes­it­ated. ”Yes. You taught me to suck. It was your idea in the first place.“ Jane moved up a bit and sat down lightly on Blanche‘s face. ”Now do a good job with your tongue, dear.“ She made no ref­er­ence to the re­mark Blanche had just thrown at her. ”I want a nice or­gasm, do you hear? Make me blow my nuts, baby. Do a good job.“

	”I usu­ally do, don‘t I?“ Jane closed her eyes and leaned for­ward a little rest­ing her weight on her hands. As Blanche‘s tongue touched her in cer­tain sens­it­ive spots, Jane moaned and began to wiggle her hips about ever so little. Blanche held her tongue prac­tic­ally mo­tion­less now and per­mit­ted Jane to en­joy her­self. Jane knew how to do it. She would suck her tummy in and then pro­ject it far out only to suck it in again im­me­di­ately. At the same time, she wiggled her ass in a cir­cu­lar fash­ion. This caused her cunt to move about on Blanche‘s stiffly held tongue. Blanche was very good at hold­ing a cer­tain set po­s­i­tion with her long tongue, and Jane, of course, knew ex­actly how to util­ize it.

	Jane cried out wildly a few mo­ments later. She hit her peak quickly and the sud­den­ness of it made her weak and shaky, so much so that she could scarcely con­tinue her move­ments.

	”Just hold still, dear, and Blanche will fin­ish you up,“ Blanche cried, her tongue dart­ing furi­ously in and out of the wet slit. ”Hold still, Jane. Be­lieve it or not, I think I‘m go­ing to come, too. Oh...my God....“

	Jane turned about quickly, mo­ment­ar­ily break­ing con­tact with her sis­ter‘s tongue, but she soon settled back down, sit­ting on Blanche‘s face again and once more Blanche‘s tongue began to dart in and out of the wet cunt.

	Jane moaned and fell over flat on her tummy, her face bur­ied in her sis­ter‘s damp crotch. They were per­form­ing a per­fect sixty-nine, their thighs press­ing the heads of the other, each of their tongues thrust­ing deeply into a slip­pery twat. Jane and Blanche were not of this world now.

	They were lost in an­other world-the world of in­tense pas­sion that ob­lit­er­ates all other worlds.


CHAPTER EL­EVEN

	While Jane and Blanche were busy pleas­ing each other, their sis­ters, Liz and Dory, were in a down­town bar sit­ting in a rear booth and sip­ping drinks. Liz, the blonde and Dory, the bru­nette, were busy eye­ing the other wo­men in the place. Much to their dis­gust, it ap­peared that all of the likely-look­ing fe­males were ac­com­pan­ied by males, while the ugly broads were alone. Neither Liz nor Dory wanted any­thing to do with ugly-look­ing broads. They, them­selves, were at­tract­ive wo­men just as their sis­ters Jane and Blanche were. Be­ing beau­ti­ful, they found it prac­tic­ally im­possible to be at­trac­ted to girls who were not. This was not a snob­bish thing with them-it was simply a fact of life.

	Liz poked Dory in the ribs. ”Looks like we‘re go­ing to make love to each other again to­night.“

	Dory grinned. ”Well, what‘s so ter­rible about that?“ She lowered her voice a little. ”I‘d rather have you than any­one else. You know that.“

	Liz squeezed Dory‘s leg un­der the table. ”What are we do­ing here? Noth­ing here to in­terest us, is there?“

	”You said it might be fun to pick up some strange pussy for a change.“ Dory pressed her legs to­gether cap­tur­ing her sis­ter‘s hand.

	”Yeah, but not any of these ugly god­damned broads. Come on. Let‘s go home and get some good pussy.“

	Dory smiled. ”All right. Lead the way to the car.“ When they ar­rived at their apart­ment, they were not at all sur­prised to see Blanche sit­ting on Jane‘s lap on the sofa. She was play­ing with Jane‘s breasts while Jane was play­ing with hers. The two wo­men looked up when their sis­ters entered the apart­ment, grinned at them, and went on with their breast busi­ness. Liz squeezed Dory‘s arm.

	”Hot sight, that, eh?“ she said softly.

	Dory laughed softly. ”Not the first time we‘ve seen them do­ing that, baby.“ Their bod­ies glistened with sweat. ”I‘ll bet they‘ve been fuck­ing each other, what do you think?“

	”Silly. Of course they‘ve been fuck­ing. What else is there to do?“

	”Let‘s strip off our cloth­ing, sit on the other end of the sofa and do the same thing Jane and Blanche are do­ing. Okay?“

	”Nuts. I want more ac­tion than that.“

	Liz smiled. ”Okay. I‘m with you on that. I just thought sit­ting there on the other end of the sofa, all bare-na­ked and everything, might be fun.“

	Jane called over to them. ”Why don‘t you do that? We don‘t mind, do we, Blanche baby?“

	Blanche said, ”Of course not,“ but she scarcely looked at Liz and Dory.

	”Of course we could un­dress here, couldn‘t we?“ Dory sug­ges­ted.

	”Right,“ Liz said and began to pull off her cloth­ing hast­ily.

	Dory also re­moved her cloth­ing and soon both wo­men were stark na­ked, their breasts much in evid­ence, their bel­lies flat and in­vit­ing-look­ing, their limbs shapely. No ques­tion about it. There were four beau­ti­ful wo­men in the room. One would have had to search far and wide to find a room with four love­lier fe­males.

	Liz sat on the floor and stared at Jane and Blanche. Dory did like­wise, after a mo­ment‘s hes­it­a­tion. Liz let her hand rest on Dory‘s thigh for a second and then moved it higher. Dory sighed and par­ted her legs as her sis­ter‘s fin­gers began to poke at her cunt. Liz was mak­ing some­what of a face as if she were strain­ing to do this, but Dory knew she was not really strain­ing. The face-mak­ing was simply a char­ac­ter­istic of her sis­ter, a thing she did when she was ex­tremely in­ter­ested in ac­com­plish­ment.

	Dory leaned for­ward a little and took one of Liz‘s tits in her mouth and sucked it gently. This ap­peared to be highly ex­cit­ing to Jane and Blanche, for now they were the ones do­ing the star­ing.

	”Why don‘t we join you two on the floor?“ Jane asked, as Blanche nod­ded in agree­ment.

	”Come on,“ Liz cried, look­ing first at Dory to see if she, too, was agree­able. She was. ”The more the bet­ter. We can have a four-way, lovely suck-fest.“

	The four wo­men were to­gether on the floor now, stretched out and ly­ing on their sides. Liz had her face pressed against Dory‘s cunt; Dory was run­ning her tongue over the crotch area of Jane, while Jane was do­ing the same to Liz.

	Blanche, of course, was tonguing the cunt of Dory. All four sis­ters were breath­ing heav­ily, and there was a good deal of moan­ing and groan­ing. All began to per­spire as they con­tin­ued to suck up an or­gasm on each other. Bod­ies began to twitch and jerk, cries were heard.

	”Je­sus,“ Jane cried out, ”this is really some­thing else.“ The room was ac­tu­ally filled with slurp­ing sounds.

	”God,“ Dory yelled, ”this is the best, ever.“ Evid­ently all four of the sis­ters ob­tained or­gasms, for some minutes later they lay still un­til Liz got to her feet, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand to Dory, who took it, and to­gether they left the main room and went to their bed­room. Im­me­di­ately, Liz re­turned and picked up their cloth­ing, re­turn­ing to the bed­room. She hung up the clothes and climbed into bed be­side her sis­ter, who was already fast asleep, ”That‘s for me, too, baby. A hot ses­sion like we just had makes me want to sleep my head off.“ Liz turned out the light and drif­ted off to sleep quickly.

	She wakened after a time and sat up in bed. She scratched her head ab­sently and got out of bed without quite real­iz­ing why she was do­ing so. She put on a robe that hung on the back of the bed­room door and open­ing the door stepped out into the front room. The sis­ters al­ways left a night light on, and it was on presently. Liz yawned and went to the bar where she poured her­self a drink, sip­ping it in an ab­sent-minded man­ner. She heard a sound off to her left and glanced in that dir­ec­tion to see Jane com­ing out of the bed­room she shared with Blanche. Jane waved to her and ran over to the bar, her robe cling­ing ex­cit­ingly to her body as she did so.

	”Great minds have sim­ilar thoughts, I see,“ Jane said. ”I woke up want­ing a drink. Same thing hap­pen to you, Liz?“

	”Some­thing like that. I guess I thought a drink would help me go back to sleep.“

	”How did you and Dory make out? Did you meet any­one at a bar, I mean?“

	”No. Nobody there but a bunch of fat-assed broads.“ Jane stretched her arms high above her head. ”What are you drink­ing, Liz?“

	”I don‘t know...whis­key...that bottle there.“ Jane poured her­self a drink from the same bottle. She lif­ted her glass to Liz. ”Cheers,“ she said, and took a sip.

	”Yeah, same to you,“ Liz replied, and also took a sip of her drink.

	Jane sud­denly downed all of her drink and put the glass down firmly on the bar top. ”Liz, let‘s you and I cut capers, as we used to say when we were kids.“

	”All right, but wait till I have a couple of drinks. I seem to be short on en­ergy to­night for some reason.“

	”It couldn‘t have been our four-way fest. That didn‘t re­quire much en­ergy. It was too much of a bust.“

	Liz was startled. ”Didn‘t you en­joy your­self? I thought we all did pretty well.“ Jane shrugged. ”Oh, it was okay. I shouldn‘t have said that.“

	”You and Blanche seemed to be hav­ing a good time to­gether earlier.“

	”Yeah, I like Blanche. She gets hot pants very eas­ily. I‘d say she was a good piece of ass.“ Liz laughed. ”She‘s that, all right.“ Jane looked search­ingly at Liz. ”You‘re not so bad your­self.“ Liz lif­ted her brows and took an­other sip of her drink. ”What‘s that-a pro­pos­i­tion?“ Jane shrugged. ”Sure, why not? I haven‘t been in your pants, sis, in let‘s see, how long-a mouth? Has it been a month?“

	”Could be,“ Liz ad­mit­ted. ”Dory and I have been con­cen­trat­ing on each other lately. I don‘t know why.“

	”I un­der­stand. That‘s the way it goes some— Liz fin­ished her drink and poured an­other for her­self. Then, see­ing Jane‘s glass was empty, she half-filled it. Both wo­men used plain wa­ter for a mix. They raised glasses, clink­ing them. ”Cheers,“ Liz said gaily.

	”Cheers,“ re­turned Jane. They drank from their glasses un­til the glasses were empty. ”Now,“ Jane said, after a mo­ment‘s pause, ”would you like to pull your robe apart and rub tits with me?“

	Liz smiled and moved from in back of the bar. She pulled open her robe and put her hands on her sis­ter‘s hips. Jane opened her robe and re­vealed her breasts, also. She placed her hands on Liz‘s hips and the two of them shook their shoulders back and forth. This caused their breasts to jounce about and strike against the other‘s. They of­ten did this when they were young girls, and some­times they did it now more for laughs than any­thing else. How­ever, even though it was a rather silly thing to do, each giggled as her tits bounced against the other girl‘s. They col­lapsed into each other‘s arms and laughed hil­ari­ously a mo­ment later.

	”I feel like fif­teen again,“ Liz cried.

	”Yeah, me, too.“

	”Want to sit on the sofa with me?“ Liz asked ser­i­ously.

	Jane had stopped laugh­ing. She eyed her sis­ter oddly. ”Feel like a bit of hanky-panky, Liz?“

	Liz smiled and went to the sofa and sat on it. She pat­ted the spot next to where she sat. Jane smiled and walked to the sofa and sat be­side her sis­ter. Both wo­men were still ex­pos­ing their breasts, and they would have looked curi­ous to a stranger. Liz‘s hand went to Jane‘s thigh and her fin­gers squeezed the flesh. Jane sighed and placed her hand on Liz‘s leg. From that mo­ment on, their pas­sions grew, and soon they were off the sofa and on the floor, ly­ing on their sides, in re­verse po­s­i­tion, each mouth seek­ing out the cunt of the other wo­man‘s.

	They went down on each other quietly, ef­fi­ciently. Neither saw the bed­room doors open­ing. Neither saw their two sis­ters stand­ing in the bed­room door­ways.

	Blanche and Dory, both na­ked, walked across the room as if they had re­hearsed it. They sank to the floor near their sis­ters and began to tongue the as­shole of each, with Dory tonguing Liz and Blanche tonguing Jane.

	This bizarre scene las­ted for some twenty minutes dur­ing which there was much grunt­ing, moan­ing and cry­ing out as cer­tain sens­it­ive areas were well mas­saged. In clas­sic style, the sis­ters changed part­ners more than once, end­ing up with Liz tonguing the as­shole of Dory and Jane do­ing the same to Blanche. Blanche was lap­ping the cunt of Liz and Dory was per­form­ing the same on Jane. It was all very ex­cit­ing, very stim­u­lat­ing and, to them, real. To an out­sider watch­ing the scene, it may have seemed like a sexual in­ces­tu­ous Twi­light Zone.

	How­ever, there were no out­siders to view it.

	There were only the four sweat­ing, suck­ing, tonguing sis­ters, all of them in­ter­ested in one thing only-achiev­ing one more or­gasm.

	Which they did-time and time again.

	It was in­ev­it­able that they would end up in a ”sand­wich“ situ­ation. One wo­man lay on the bot­tom, her tummy fa­cing up­ward, her cunt be­ing mas­saged hotly by the dart­ing tongue of the wo­man on top, whose own cunt was be­ing tongued from the rear by the third wo­man. The third wo­man lay on her tummy while she did her thing. Her cunt was tongued by the last wo­man, the top deck of the four-deck sand­wich, and all of them helped to hold their bod­ies up by press­ing against the floor with their hands, if they could reach the floor with their hands; if not, then with their feet.

	A pho­to­grapher could have had a field day snap­ping shots of these pas­sion-driven sis­ters. But there was, of course, no pho­to­grapher. There was only pas­sion and more pas­sion. It ap­peared to have no end.

	This was pre­cisely the way they pre­ferred it to be.


CHAPTER TWELVE

	Any ex­am­in­a­tion of in­cest would not be com­plete without the clas­sic case his­tory of the moth­er­less daugh­ter want­ing to take her mother‘s place in the house­hold and more es­pe­cially in her father‘s bed.

	Suck a girl was Joyce Cramer, a well-de­veloped four­teen-year-old blonde, who def­in­itely had yearn­ings to go to bed with her hand­some father, Howard Cramer. Her father, since his wife‘s death two years be­fore, had seem­ingly no need for wo­men. Joyce had not known him to as much as look at one since the fu­neral. She sus­pec­ted that it was only his grief that pre­ven­ted him from hav­ing sex with wo­men-he was too much of a male to be­come non-sexual be­cause of the death of his wife. Joyce tried all sorts of ex­cuses to get him to no­tice her as a fe­male in­stead of just a kid and daugh­ter. She would walk sud­denly out of the bath­room with her bosom half-bared, or would re­move her skirt de­lib­er­ately in front of him. Noth­ing seemed to af­fect him un­til one night as she lay toss­ing and turn­ing in her bed, she heard him cry out in his sleep.

	”Fuck me.“

	Joyce sat up in bed quickly, strain­ing her ears to hear more and soon the words were forth­com­ing.

	”Oh, fuck me, baby.“

	She was out of bed fast and run­ning down the up­stairs hall­way to her father‘s room. She entered quickly and crawled in bed with him.

	Just like that.

	He was mum­bling in his sleep, but once more she caught the words ”fuck me.“ Joyce took her cour­age in hand and reached over his body try­ing to find his penis. She had no idea it would be in such a rock-hard state. When she touched it, he grunted, and she felt a thrill pass up and down her spine. She touched it again, this time circ­ling it with her fin­gers. He stirred rest­lessly, mumbled some­thing un­in­tel­li­gible and turned over fa­cing her. She was so ex­cited now that she was ready for any­thing. God, daddy had a big cock was her thought. It would be won­der­ful to have that thing rammed up in­side her.

	”Fuck me,“ her father muttered thickly, still talk­ing in his sleep.

	”Fuck me, daddy,“ she said softly in his ear. She jacked his penis a few times and re­peated the words.

	”Huh? What?“ He was stir­ring quite a bit now, and as he twis­ted his body about rest­lessly, his penis es­caped from her hand. ”What‘s the mat­ter?“ he muttered fur­ther.

	”Fuck me, daddy,“ she whispered in his ear again, lift­ing her­self up to press her lips against his ear.

	”Need a fuck,“ he muttered. ”Need a fuck.“ She reached over him and took his penis in hand again and jacked it. ”Would you like me to suck it, daddy?“ she whispered.

	”Suck it,“ he muttered.

	She moved down on the bed quickly, hav­ing pre­vi­ously thrown all cau­tion to the winds, and hold­ing his penis firmly in her young-girl hand, she opened her mouth and wrapped his lips about the head of it. It was so hard, hot and won­der­ful that Joyce came very close to hav­ing an or­gasm then and there. Her lips were ac­tu­ally trem­bling, she noted. This was be­cause of the high state of ex­cite­ment she was in.

	”Suck me, baby,“ her father mumbled.

	Joyce had to re­move her mouth from his penis for a mo­ment in or­der to draw in suf­fi­cient air, for her breath­ing was be­com­ing dif­fi­cult. When she felt it re­turn to some­thing ap­proach­ing nor­mal­ity, she placed her lips about her father‘s cock again and sucked it.

	”Je­sus...that‘s good.“ Her father‘s speech was not as thick as it had been.

	She re­moved her mouth to speak to him. ”I hope you don‘t mind my suck­ing your cock, daddy. I‘ve wanted to for a long time.“

	He sur­prised her by pat­ting her head. She knew now that he was awake, and that he ap­proved of what she was do­ing. Won­der­ful! Beau­ti­ful, hand­some daddy and his big cock. Well, she would show him what she could do to grat­ify him. Tak­ing an­other deep breath and let­ting it out quickly, she plunged his penis into her mouth and began to go down on him all the way. Us­ing slow, de­lib­er­ate move­ments, she began to real­ize his breath­ing had picked up in tempo even more than her own. She placed one hand un­der his balls and lif­ted them gently, as she held his cock at its base with her other hand. Lift­ing his balls and suck­ing him was great fun, and ap­par­ently it was to him, as well, for he began to moan and to stroke her hair lov­ingly.

	She never quite knew how it happened, but sud­denly she was on her back and daddy was above her, pump­ing his cock in and out of her mouth, us­ing her lips as if they were a cunt. This took some get­ting used to, but she ac­com­plished it after a few mo­ments. Daddy was moan­ing loudly and his body was mov­ing rhyth­mic­ally-in and out, in and out. She clung to his penis with her lips and when she felt him speed­ing things up con­sid­er­ably, she braced her­self and sud­denly felt the hot, thick gush of se­men spurt­ing into her mouth and passing over her tongue, for­cing her to swal­low it.

	She did so, eagerly, un­til he stopped flow­ing.

	Then, quickly, without say­ing a word to him, she re­moved her lips from his still-ri­gid cock and jumped from the bed, run­ning hast­ily back to her room. She threw her­self down on the bed, drew the cov­ers over her per­spir­ing body and lay there re­mem­ber­ing every ex­cit­ing de­tail of the mouth-fuck­ing she had just re­ceived. How beau­ti­ful it had been.

	She pre­pared his din­ner the next day and had it ready for him when he ar­rived home from work. He entered the house through the kit­chen, saw her, stopped in his tracks, but then smiled eas­ily.

	”Hi, kit­ten,“ he said, and passed through the room.

	Joyce nearly dropped through the floor from sheer re­lief. So he wasn‘t go­ing to pull the big father act on her, wasn‘t go­ing to scold her or even act strangely to­ward her. ”Mar­velous,“ she mur­mured, sud­denly de­vel­op­ing a new and greater re­spect for him. ”He‘s quite a guy.“ She meant this. The way he had made his en­trance, had handled the after-the-fact bit, proved to her that he was in­deed quite a guy, more so than she had ever dreamed.

	He called out to her, telling her he was go­ing to take a shower be­fore din­ner.

	”All right, daddy,“ she called back. ”I‘ll keep it warm for you,“ mean­ing the food. It oc­curred to her that her re­mark had a double mean­ing. This made her smile. ”I‘ll keep that warm for him, too,“ she whispered to her­self.

	He seemed to re­quire a lot of time to com­plete his shower, but fi­nally he ap­peared in the kit­chen wear­ing only his old robe, which had al­ways been too small for him. As he walked to­ward the table, smil­ing at her as he did so, she caught a glimpse of his penis and balls. She was forced to avert her eyes, so he would not see the wild lust she felt must be in them.

	He sat down. ”What have you got for din­ner, kit­ten?“ She told him, still avert­ing her eyes. She served him and then car­ried a plate of her own into the front room, where she sat down in front of the tele­vi­sion to watch the news. Joyce had ab­so­lutely no in­terest in the cur­rent events, she simply had to get away from his prob­ing eyes for a time. She asked her­self if she felt guilty about suck­ing off her father, and the an­swer came back as ”prob­ably.“

	”I‘ll get over the feel­ing,“ she mur­mured.

	”Did you speak to me, kit­ten?“ he asked from the kit­chen.

	”No, daddy, I was just mum­bling to my­self.“

	She heard his chair scrap­ing the floor, as he ap­par­ently pushed it back from the table. She could not see him from where she sat, but a mo­ment later she did for he had ap­peared in the front room.

	”Kit­ten,“ he said, rub­bing his lips with his fin­gers. ”That was a good meal. You‘re quite a girl, you know that?“

	Joyce moistened her lips and hoped he couldn‘t hear the ham­mer­ing of her heart. ”Thank you, daddy. You‘re quite a...father, too.“ She had al­most said, ”You‘re quite a man, too,“ but had changed ”man“ to ”father“ in time.

	He stood look­ing at her, and she was ob­liged to re­turn his look. ”Kit­ten,“ he said, ”why did you do that to me in bed last night?“ There was no scold­ing qual­ity to his tone of voice, only a ques­tion­ing one.

	”Be­cause,“ she answered slowly, ”I love you very much.“ He nod­ded. ”Thank you, kit­ten. It‘s nice of you to tell me that.“ She watched as he turned away from her, ap­par­ently head­ing back for the kit­chen. He stopped, how­ever, and faced her again. He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, but closed it a mo­ment later without hav­ing said a word. Now, he did walk back into the kit­chen.

	”Daddy,“ she called after him. ”If you‘re...hot...I‘ll do it again...right now.“ He came back into the room quickly and stopped just a few feet from where she sat. ”That‘s nice of you, kit­ten,“ he said husk­ily, ”but how did you know I was in such...bad shape?“

	”I know you, daddy. After all, I live with you. I see you all the time. I know you don‘t have any wo­men friends. A man needs a wo­man,“ she plunged on, real­iz­ing she might be mak­ing an ass of her­self in speak­ing to him in such an adult-sound­ing man­ner. He knew what he needed bet­ter than she ever would. ”I just want to help. I want to please you, daddy. You need to be grat­i­fied and I need to...grat­ify you.“ He nod­ded his head as he had done pre­vi­ously. ”You want to sleep with your father to­night, kit­ten?“ he asked flatly.

	She hes­it­ated only a second. ”Yes, daddy...if you would like me to.“

	”All right. When I go to bed you come and crawl in with me,“ he said gruffly, and turn­ing about walked back into the kit­chen. A mo­ment later, she heard him leav­ing the house and start­ing the car, which was parked in the drive­way. He drove away leav­ing her with a ham­mer­ing heart, a quick­en­ing pulse, and very sweaty palms.


CHAPTER THIR­TEEN

	Al­though he had ap­peared calm and poised to Joyce, Howard Cramer did not feel quite that con­fid­ent as he drove the car about the streets of town for what seemed like hours. Fi­nally, he stopped at a bar and had two quick drinks, after which he drove back home and parked the car in the drive­way. Jump­ing out, he slammed the car door so loudly that the sound in the night seemed to be cap­able of trav­el­ing far. He stopped in his tracks and asked him­self why the hell he was think­ing about ab­surd mat­ters such as sound travel. He knew the an­swer. He was try­ing to keep from think­ing about his daugh­ter in­side the house, his daugh­ter who had sucked him off the night be­fore and who was un­doubtedly wait­ing to do it to him again.

	Howard entered the house and locked the door care­fully. He walked through the kit­chen to the front room, look­ing for Joyce. She was not in the room but was up­stairs he dis­covered a mo­ment later, when he heard her foot­steps over­head. He went to the bath­room, turned on the light and stared at him­self in the mir­ror. ”Yeah,“ he muttered, ”I‘m go­ing to do it. Damned right I‘m go­ing to do it. I‘ve already done it once, might as well again.“

	He stud­ied his hands and saw that they were shak­ing. He left the bath­room, found a bottle of whis­key and had sev­eral drinks be­fore the trem­bling in his hands ceased. He took a deep breath and went up the stairs to his room. He un­dressed quickly put­ting on only the bot­toms of his pa­ja­mas. He lay down on the bed and waited for Joyce to come to him. It oc­curred to him that he had not turned off the light, so he did so.

	He waited.

	It seemed like an hour be­fore he heard foot­steps in the hall­way. They came to his bed­room door and ceased. He had left the door ajar, but he could not see her. ”Kit­ten,“ he said softly. ”Yes, daddy,“ she answered. ”Come in.“

	He saw her enter the room, saw her come to the op­pos­ite side of the bed and stop.

	”Get in bed, kit­ten,“ he told her, glad that his voice was not shak­ing.

	She climbed into bed rap­idly, and he was shocked to dis­cover that she was en­tirely na­ked. Did he have a wan­ton for a daugh­ter? If so, did she get this from him or her mother? It could not be her mother, he con­cluded, be­cause her mother had been any­thing but a wan­ton. She must get it from him. Was it true that chil­dren re­ceived their char­ac­ters from their par­ents? Howard did not think so. He thought that every­one had his own char­ac­ter re­gard­less of who his par­ents might be.

	”Want me to suck your thing, Daddy?“ she asked, start­ling him fur­ther. ”Like last night?“ He put his arm un­der her neck and about her warm body, more to keep from hav­ing to an­swer her than any­thing else.

	”Daddy,“ she asked, ”do you want me to sat­isfy you?“

	”Yes, kit­ten, in a minute. Just let me get used to your...warm­ness. What makes you so warm?“

	”It‘s be­cause I‘m pas­sion­ate,“ she said bluntly. ”I want to suck your thing, daddy.“

	”Where,“ he asked care­fully, ”did you ever learn about...that sort of thing?“

	”Books.“

	”What sort of books?“

	”Just books. The ones you read all the time.“ So, she knew about the books he read, did she? ”I see,“ he said, try­ing to sound grave but not pulling it off very suc­cess­fully. ”Where did you see the books?“ he asked, stalling for time now.

	”In your wall safe. You left it un­locked one time, and I took three books out and read them.“

	Howard cleared his throat. His penis was grow­ing, and he could feel it hap­pen­ing. ”Did you like the books, kit­ten?“

	”Yes. They were won­der­ful. I don‘t blame you for read­ing them. I never read any­thing so fas­cin­at­ing as those books.“

	Howard cleared his throat again. ”Yes, they are fas­cin­at­ing. Lots of people won‘t read them though. Claim they‘re dirty.“

	”Lots of people must be dumb then, daddy. I didn‘t see any­thing dirty about them. I thought they were just won­der­ful.“

	He squeezed her shoulders with his arm. ”You‘re quite a girl, kit­ten.“

	”I like you, too, daddy.“

	He fell si­lent.

	”Daddy,“ she said after a mo­ment, ”would you mind if I played with your din­gus.“

	”Do you want to, kit­ten?“

	”What I want to do I wouldn‘t even dare tell you, daddy, but can I play with it for a while?“

	”Yes,“ he said. ”Play with it. You may play with it.“ He felt her hand go about his erec­tion in the dark­ness. He shivered, but it was a shiver of de­light.

	”You know some­thing, daddy?“ she asked, ”I think...I‘m not sure...but I think you must have an aw­ful big cock.“

	There was some­thing about hear­ing the four-let­ter word that set him up in fine style, per­haps more than he de­sired at the mo­ment. ”Where did you pick up that word, kit­ten?“ he asked.

	”Every­one knows that word, daddy. I knew it when I was only ten.“

	”Kids,“ he said darkly.

	”What did you say, daddy?“

	”Noth­ing, dear. Now that you have my...cock in your hand, what do you plan on do­ing with it?“

	She giggled but did not an­swer.

	”What‘s so funny, dear?“

	She giggled again.

	He re­mained si­lent and lay still for a long mo­ment. ”If you won‘t tell me what‘s so funny, tell me what you are go­ing to do with my...cock?“

	”If I tell you will you prom­ise to let me do it?“

	”Yes, I prom­ise,“ he replied.

	”I‘m go­ing to suck it, daddy.“

	He was si­lent again for a mo­ment. ”If you want to suck my cock, why don‘t you be­gin?“ Howard was trem­bling again, just as he had be­fore tak­ing the drinks.

	”What are you shak­ing for, daddy? Are you cold?“

	”No, not cold. Ex­cited, kit­ten.“

	”Do I make you ex­cited, daddy?“

	”Yes, yes, for God‘s sake! What do you want me to say?“

	”You aren‘t get­ting mad at me are you, daddy?“ Howard took a very deep breath, held it and then let it out slowly. When he had done so, he answered her. ”No, I‘m not mad. I‘m anxious to get star­ted.“

	”You‘d like me to suck your cock, wouldn‘t you, daddy?“

	”Yes, kit­ten, I‘d like it. I‘d like it very much.“

	”I‘m glad, daddy.“

	”Will you please do it?“ he asked some­what harshly. ”This wait­ing is driv­ing me crazy.“

	”All right, daddy. I‘ll suck your nice, fat cock now.“ He waited, but she did not take it in ner mouth. He was at a loss for an an­swer as to what to do. He wanted her to suck him in the worst way, but she had not done so. He con­tem­plated grabbing her head and for­cing his penis between her lips but dis­missed this im­me­di­ately as be­ing fool­ish. It would not work. A man could not force his penis into a wo­man‘s mouth.

	A wo­man‘s mouth?

	Howard stirred rest­lessly as he tried to fig­ure our a way to in­duce her to com­mence. There seemed to be no way at all. He reached down and pushed her hand away from his penis, which she seemed re­luct­ant to let go of. Non­ethe­less, he made her let go of it and then turned over on his side, his penis pressed against the bot­tom of the bed.

	”Are you mad at me, daddy, for not suck­ing you?“ He didn‘t even try to an­swer her. How could a man an­swer his kid when she asked a ques­tion about a sub­ject like that?“

	”Daddy,“ she per­sisted, ”won‘t you talk to me?“ He cleared his throat nois­ily. ”What do you want me to say, kit­ten?“

	”I don‘t know,“ she replied. ”All I know is I don‘t feel like tak­ing your hard-on between my lips and suck­ing it.“

	”Then get the hell out of my bed,“ he growled.

	She was si­lent for a mo­ment. ”I don‘t want to, daddy.“

	”Will you please stop call­ing me ‚daddy,‘ if you don‘t mind? I‘m sick of hear­ing that word.“

	”Do you really want me to get out of your bed?“

	”Yes,“ he cried sav­agely. ”I don‘t like be­ing teased.“ She was si­lent again mo­ment­ar­ily. ”I wasn‘t teas­ing you...father. I was just try­ing to get my­self...ready.“

	”Get out of my bed,“ he re­peated an­grily.

	”All right, daddy.“

	He felt her climb­ing out of the bed and though he wanted des­per­ately to stop her, he did not. In­stead, he closed his eyes tightly as he heard her foot­steps re­treat­ing down the hall. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her to come back that he wasn‘t angry, but no words would come from his mouth.

	Howard Cramer was in a bad state of mind.

	He turned and tossed on his bed, his mind caught up in a black an­ger. He was in the mood for get­ting hor­ribly drunk. It was some time, how­ever, be­fore it really dawned on him that it might be good to take a few drinks. He jumped out of bed and raced down the stairs to the bottle he had left on the bar. He poured him­self a drink, straight whis­key, and downed it, nearly chok­ing on it.

	”Je­sus,“ he muttered, ”got to watch that.“ After tak­ing a drink of wa­ter to wash out his throat, he poured him­self an­other whis­key. ”I got a damned little bitch for a daugh­ter,“ he muttered darkly. ”I‘ve got to be care­ful of her...she could kill a man.“ Even as he drank the whis­key, he was not sure of what he meant. He shook his head try­ing to clear it. ”I‘ve got to get it into her to­night...the little bitch is driv­ing me crazy.“

	He leaned on the bar and had two more drinks, one quickly fol­low­ing the other. He no­ticed that his penis was very hard, and his hand stole down to touch it furt­ively.

	”If I don‘t get ‚em off I‘m go­ing to die,“ he mumbled. ”I got to take her, kid or no kid, daugh­ter or no daugh­ter.“

	He walked up the stairs and went dir­ectly to her room. En­ter­ing it, he moved cau­tiously, for it was very dark and he didn‘t want to stumble over a chair and fall. When his legs came in con­tact with the edge of her bed, he reached down and felt her legs.

	”Kit­ten,“ he said hol­lowly, ”are you asleep?“ Her an­swer came clear and dir­ect. ”No, daddy. Do you want to get in my bed with me?“

	”Do you mind if I do, kit­ten?“

	”No, I don‘t mind, daddy.“

	He crawled in bed and in­stantly felt the heat of her young body be­neath the cov­ers. ”I‘m sorry I spoke an­grily to you, dear. For­give me. I guess I‘m a bit out of sorts to­night.“

	”That‘s okay, daddy. Do you want to fuck me?“ Howard was shocked by her words just as he had been earlier but said noth­ing about it. He de­cided to go along with her line of talk-things would be easier that way. ”Do you want your daddy to fuck you, dear?“ he asked, hav­ing some dif­fi­culty in get­ting the words out.

	”Sure I do. I want very much to have you fuck me, daddy. I hope my cunt is big enough to take your large cock.“

	Howard Cramer felt hot beads of thick fluid run­ning down the sides of his erec­tion. He groaned and moved over on top of his daugh­ter and bru­tally in­ser­ted his penis into her cunt. He placed his hands un­der her young ass and pumped prick into her as sav­agely and as far as he pos­sibly could. It was a bit much for the girl ap­par­ently, for she cried out nu­mer­ous times and her cries soun­ded mixed-partly from bliss and partly from pain.

	Howard Cramer be­came like a man gone ber­serk. He fucked his teen­age daugh­ter as if she were a whore he had picked up on the street-bru­tally, quickly, sav­agely. He ex­ploded in her cunt soon, and when it happened he kept on pump­ing prick into her tight, little cunt. Soon, he ex­ploded the second time. Still he con­tin­ued des­pite her cries of real an­guish now-the pain of it must have been ter­rific. He was pump­ing so furi­ously that his cock slipped out of her, and he seemed to lose his sense of bal­ance much in the man­ner of a drunken man, though he was not drunk from al­co­hol but from need.

	Some­how Joyce man­aged to slip out from un­der him and with a wild, chilling type of cry threw her­self on top of his sweaty body. Howard tried to push her away, to turn her over on her back so he could fuck her one more time, but she was too quick for him. She found his drip­ping penis and with a groan that soun­ded like some­thing out of an­other world, she fastened her lips about his throb­bing tool.

	Joyce sucked her father‘s cock wildly, furi­ously.

	Howard Cramer tried to res­ist her do­ing this -he really wanted to fuck her again in­stead of be­ing sucked-but she was un­be­liev­ably strong.

	Her tongue ran over the wet head of his prick furi­ously, frantic­ally and her lips moved up and down quickly, lov­ingly, crazily on his tor­men­ted rod.

	Howard Cramer lay back and let his daugh­ter suck him.

	Why fight it?

	There was one thing he knew for cer­tain-never again would he have to go without sex. He had a sex-hungry teen­ager in his house, and he in­ten­ded to make full use of her ob­vi­ous need to suck a cock.

	Howard sighed as the peak was near­ing again. He stiffened his en­tire body and as he held her frantic­ally bob­bing head gently between his two hands, he felt the thick cum squirt­ing into her mouth, just a little at first and then a long, hot stream of it. Even after he had ceased to flow, she con­tin­ued to suck his rod.

	Howard grate­fully pat­ted her head. ”Thank you, kit­ten,“ he mur­mured softly. ”Thank you so very much.“

	”Oh, daddy, I do so love to suck you off. May I do it every night?“

	”Of course, dear,“ he replied hap­pily.
