DAD-107  Father's New Daughter
(Phillip Jones)


FORE­WORD


	From the time re­cor­ded his­tory began, and pre­sum­ably even prior to that, cer­tain men
or bod­ies of men, either se­lec­ted or ap­poin­ted, have been del­eg­ated or as­sumed the 
au­thor­ity to en­act laws and/or ten­ets by which their fel­low hu­man be­ings are 
in­ten­ded to abide, with or without the con­sent of the ma­jor­ity.

	Many of these legal and moral codes were and are self-serving to their makers, i.e. the 
church, the state, or a par­tic­u­lar so­lon, with little thought given to the wants and needs of 
the gen­eral popu­lace. And man, with his his­toric in­nate sense of re­spect for au­thor­ity, 
sel­dom ques­tions or chal­lenges them.

	It is un­for­tu­nate that many of these man­dates, though use­less and ri­dicu­lous (and
some­times even harm­ful), are not scru­tin­ized peri­od­ic­ally by a com­mis­sion of 
in­tel­li­gent and worthy men to ab­ol­ish or al­ter them to suit the re­quire­ments of present
times.

	One such prin­ciple, oddly enough in­cep­ted by re­li­gion, en­dorsed by medi­cine, 
and en­acted by politi­cians, is the crime of in­cest, which by ori­ginal defin­i­tion is “sexual 
in­ter­course between people so closely re­lated that their mar­riage is pro­hib­ited by law”. 
Cur­rent court rul­ings, how­ever, have ex­pan­ded this pro­hib­i­tion to in­clude any sexual 
act of any nature between per­sons com­ing un­der this some­what neb­u­lous defin­i­tion.

	Al­though the ori­ginal in­tent of this an­cient stat­ute was to en­cour­age more 
inter-fam­ily mar­riages which would sup­posedly fur­ther qual­it­at­ive propaga­tion and 
pre­clude the fur­ther­ance of blood line phys­ical and men­tal dis­orders, both of these 
motives have long since been proven ground­less and un­sub­stan­ti­ated.

	In point of fact, count­less “acts of in­cest” oc­cur daily among both civ­il­ized and 
un­civ­il­ized people through­out the world, il­li­citly or leg­ally, without the slight­est 
show­ing of ad­verse rami­fic­a­tions, al­though pat­ently ig­nored or denied by those in a 
po­s­i­tion to al­ter or neg­ate the re­stric­tions against them.

	Here in the United States, for ex­ample, though the pun­ish­ment for in­cest is severe, 
in­di­vidual cases are nu­mer­ous to the ex­tent of be­ing astound­ing, but the vast ma­jor­ity
never reach the courts. Be­cause of the hein­ous aura placed on the so-called “crime”, the 
par­ti­cipants are re­luct­ant to ad­mit their in­volve­ment, and if there is a vic­tim, shame 
pre­vents ac­cus­a­tion.

	The­or­et­ic­ally, for a crime to be a crime, there must be a per­pet­rator and a vic­tim. 
In the in­stance of in­cest between two con­sent­ing parties, the only vic­tim is so­ci­ety, and 
then only if the act is com­mit­ted flag­rantly and out­side the lim­its of com­mon de­cency.

	In any case, no ex­pres­sion of mu­tual af­fec­tion can be lo­gic­ally con­trolled or 
le­gis­lated against, and any at­tempt to try is so ri­dicu­lous that it de­fies de­scrip­tion.

	In this story by Gary Jam­ison, we have a fic­ti­tious but rel­ev­ant ac­count­ing of how 
an in­ces­tu­ous re­la­tion­ship could be­gin and flour­ish without any crim­inal in­tent 
in­volved. DAN CHAND­LER, a wid­ower and can­did­ate for pub­lic of­fice, is drawn by 
de­sire and loneli­ness into sexual ex­pres­sions of love with his pre-teen daugh­ter, but when
other fe­males enter the pic­ture, it be­comes an all-out orgy.

	Could it hap­pen? Is it pos­sible? Read on, and de­cide for your­self! THE PUB­LISHER


CHAPTER ONE

	“Well, gosh darn it, I still don’t see why I have to have a baby sit­ter. I’m al­most 
thir­teen.” The two girls stepped out the back door of the two story house into a large neatly 
trimmed back yard that was bathed in a bright moon­light. Cross­ing the lawn with bottles of 
pop in their hands, they sank down onto the lush grass.

	“Be­cause your dad doesn’t want any­thing to hap­pen to you, Trish, that’s why,” the 
second girl said. “If you were here by your­self, you could get into all kinds of trouble. You 
might even be raped or some­thing.”

	Trish had a faint sneer on her face when she turned to her pretty, long-haired bru­nette 
friend. “So what are you sup­posed to do, pro­tect me?” She laughed sar­castic­ally. “You’re 
only four­teen, Sally. What could you do?”

	“Noth­ing much ex­cept claw and fight like hell, I guess.” Sally was si­lent as she looked 
at the young beauty with a touch of envy. Trish’s nat­ur­ally curly au­burn hair was like 
burn­ished bronze in the moon beams, and her large bust strained at the tight sweater she 
was wear­ing.

	“It’s aw­ful late,” Trish said. “I won­der what the heck’s tak­ing them so long. That old 
elec­tion com­mit­tee meet­ing should have been over two hours ago.”

	“I know darn well what they’re do­ing,” Sally said with an air of su­peri­or­ity. “They’re 
shacked up some place and knock­ing off a quick one.”

	Trish’s head snapped around. “Sally! What are you say­ing?” The bru­nette ac­ted 
sur­prised. “You mean you didn’t know? God, kid, they’ve been go­ing at it ever since your 
dad star­ted to run for coun­cil­man. It’s a fact. Hon­est.”

	“I don’t be­lieve it!” Trish ex­claimed, her rich tresses swish­ing across her back as she 
shook her head vi­ol­ently. “My dad would never do that, and neither would your mother!” 
Sally had been tak­ing a swal­low of her pop, and al­most choked when she star­ted 
chuck­ling. “Boy, for a twelve-year-old, you sure are dumb. I’ve known about it since the start. 
Every time my mom comes home after be­ing with your dad, she heads right for the 
bath­room and takes a douche.”

	“So? That doesn’t prove any­thing.”

	“The heck it doesn’t. Jeez, kid, your mom’s dead, and my old man split the scene a year 
ago. Why shouldn’t they want to get to­gether for a little fun? They might even get mar­ried.”

	There was a sink­ing feel­ing in the pit of Trish’s stom­ach as she thought of her father 
do­ing that with a wo­man. Es­pe­cially Gayle, Sally’s at­tract­ive mother. She knew he had 
been lonely since her mother’s ac­ci­dent, but he had never shown an in­terest in any fe­male.

	“I still think you’re full of bull, Sally. The spe­cial elec­tion’s only a week away. They’ve 
prob­ably had a lot of work to do. Just like to­night.”

	Sally shook her head at the younger girl’s in­no­cence. “The whole thing’s in the bag. 
My mom says so. And next year your dad will prob­ably be mayor. I don’t get you, kid. What’s 
wrong with them hav­ing sex? It doesn’t bother me. Don’t you fig­ure they’re nor­mal like 
any­body else?”

	Trish didn’t an­swer. She took a drink from her bottle and looked up into the 
star-stud­ded sky. Her father was an idol, not cap­able of hav­ing il­li­cit af­fairs like other 
nasty men. He was run­ning for a sud­den va­cancy on the city coun­cil, and all the pa­pers 
had said he was well liked and re­spec­ted by the en­tire com­munity.

	“I’ll bet you don’t even know what sex is all about,” Sally said, break­ing the si­lence. 
“People have urges, you know.”

	“And I sup­pose you’re an au­thor­ity?”

	“I know enough. I’ve even seen a boy’s thing. Have you?” Trish set her bottle aside and 
said wear­ily, “Oh, come on, Sally. Don’t feed me a lot of ba­lo­ney.”

	“It’s true! So help me God! My brother’s! I caught him jack­ing off in the gar­age last 
month! He was all hard and everything, then a lot of white gunk shot out of it!”

	“No kid­ding?” Trish’s in­terest had perked up. “Did Lon see you watch­ing him?”

	“Huh-uh. He had his eyes closed and he was grunt­ing like crazy.” Sally paused, look­ing
at her friend thought­fully. “Hey, kid, have you ever... done any­thing to your­self? You know, 
like, down there between your legs?”

	“Jeez, no! Why, have you?”

	The bru­nette aver­ted her eyes, then nod­ded. “Yeah, a couple of times. It felt good, 
but it didn’t blow my mind like the other kids say it does. I guess I don’t know how to do it.”

	“Did you, uhh, go in­side and everything?”

	“Just a little bit. One of these days I’m gonna let a guy fin­ger me, and see what 
hap­pens. Geor­gia Pot­ter says it’s really far out.” Trish thought about that for a mo­ment, 
then moved her head from side to side. “Nope, I don’t think I could. I’d be too scared.” 
Head­lights blinded both girls briefly when a car pulled into the drive­way. Then Trish’s father 
called out, “Hey, kids, what are you do­ing out there? Come on, Sally, and I’ll take you home. 
Want to ride along, Trish?”

	“No thanks. I’m go­ing to crash.”

	“That’s a good idea. Re­mem­ber we have that re­cep­tion here to­mor­row. I’ll be right
back.”

	When her father and Sally had gone, Trish picked up the pop bottles and car­ried them 
into the house, then trudged up­stairs to her room. As she changed into a shorty night­gown, 
she mulled over what Sally had said, and was bothered by it.

	Up un­til that night she had been aware of sex, but had never given it much thought. 
She had a vague idea of what couples did, and of course the girls talked about it, but since it 
didn’t con­cern her, she had little in­terest in it.

	Now, with the know­ledge that her friend had passed along, all the bits and pieces of 
in­form­a­tion she had gathered took on a new mean­ing, par­tic­u­larly since her father was 
con­cerned.

	Leav­ing the bed­side lamp on, she turned down the cov­ers and slipped between the 
sheets, won­der­ing whether her tall and hand­some father had ac­tu­ally got­ten into bed 
with Gayle. For some reason, she couldn’t pic­ture him ly­ing atop a wo­man not his wife and 
do­ing the things that people did in that po­s­i­tion.

	She thought of her mar­ried twenty-year-old sis­ter Ann, who lived hun­dreds of miles 
away, and wished she were there to talk to. Then, when her mind turned to her de­ceased 
mother, who could have helped her sort out this di­lemma, tears began form­ing in her eyes, 
and she real­ized just how much she needed fe­male com­pan­ion­ship.

	“Everything okay, baby?”

	Trish turned her head and saw her father stand­ing in the door­way. He was a strik­ing 
man with broad shoulders, wavy brown hair that was gray­ing at the temples, and deep brown
eyes that could look right through a per­son. Since early child­hood, she had thought he 
would be the kind of man she would like to marry, and the idea of him be­ing in the arms of 
an­other wo­man was al­most too much to bear.

	“Daddy, I...!” A sob choked off the words, and then the hot salty tears were stream­ing 
down her cheeks.

	“Honey!” he ex­claimed, rush­ing over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled 
her up to him. “Hey, sweet! What in the world is wrong? What happened!”

	She was cry­ing in earn­est now as he held her tightly, feel­ing her ex­cep­tion­ally large
tits pressed against him. He ran a hand over her back and down to her waist, feel­ing the 
cleav­age between her but­tocks. Without want­ing to, he felt a tingle in his groin as his penis 
began to swell. The near­ness of her lush ripe­ness was over­com­ing his con­cern.

	“It’s ... it’s noth­ing,” she fi­nally man­aged to stam­mer, still cling­ing to him. “Just one 
of those crazy things, I guess. I was think­ing about Mom, and it just came over me.”

	“I un­der­stand, baby,” he said sooth­ingly, try­ing to keep his mind off the soft­ness of 
her youth­ful body. “We both miss her. I shouldn’t leave you alone so much.”

	She pushed away from him and lay back, dry­ing her eyes with the back of her hand. 
“No, it’s okay. I know how im­port­ant your work is to you. I’ll be all right.”

	Dan Chand­ler pulled his suit coat to­gether to hide the grow­ing bulge be­hind his fly 
as he glanced at the dark circles her nipples made un­der the filmy nighty top. Though he 
stu­di­ously tried not to no­tice his daugh­ter’s rap­idly de­vel­op­ing fig­ure, there were 
times when it was im­possible, and this was one of them.

	“Do you want to talk for a while, honey? Or go down­stairs for some co­coa or 
some­thing?”

	She shook her head. “I know you’re tired, Dad. You go to bed. I’ll prob­ably be asleep 
be­fore you are.”

	“All right. If you change your mind, just call out. Have a good rest.” When he leaned 
over to kiss her, her nipples touched his chest again. He backed away quickly and got up, 
turn­ing im­me­di­ately for the door. “Good night, baby. See you in the morn­ing.”

	In his bed­room, Dan peeled off his clothes, then sat down on the bed na­ked to smoke 
a ci­gar­ette and calm him­self. His cock was at full erec­tion, and throbbed in his lap as he 
stared at his re­flec­tion in the dresser mir­ror.

	“It can’t hap­pen again!” he muttered. “It just can’t!” The memor­ies came flood­ing 
back without will, and his nor­mally bright eyes be­came dull with pain.

	Six years be­fore, in an­other house in an­other town, he had ex­per­i­enced the same 
re­ac­tion he had to­night. He had been an as­sist­ant dis­trict at­tor­ney, and he and his wife
had gone to a fest­ive party hon­or­ing the new mayor. The booze had flowed more than 
freely, and by the time they ar­rived home, both of them were pretty well pot­ted.

	Dur­ing the night he had got­ten up and star­ted for the bath­room to re­lieve him­self 
when he heard his old­est daugh­ter, Ann, cry­ing in her room. She had been only four­teen 
and was go­ing through the throes of ad­oles­cence, so he went in to con­sole her.

	Ann was a beau­ti­ful girl with large breasts and a fig­ure that would turn any man’s 
head, and when he had held her and talked to her sooth­ingly his prick had swelled and 
stiffened. Then she had con­fessed that she had been fuck­ing her boy friend and thought she
was preg­nant.

	One thing led to an­other, and be­fore either of them real­ized what was hap­pen­ing, 
they were na­ked and he had moun­ted her, strok­ing his gi­gantic or­gan into her slick 
girl­ish cunt. She had been wild, hump­ing and writh­ing and squirm­ing like a de­mon 
be­neath him, and the fact that they were father and daugh­ter didn’t mat­ter to either of 
them.

	He had just ex­ploded in­side her and she was thrash­ing with or­gasm when his wife 
entered the room and saw what was hap­pen­ing. She let out a startled cry, uttered a string of
ob­scen­it­ies, then dashed from the house in her robe to tear away in the car.

	The com­bin­a­tion of her drunk­en­ness and rage blinded her to the traffic, and she 
drove head­long into the side of a city transit bus. By the time Dan was no­ti­fied and took a 
cab to the hos­pital, she was already dead. It was only his in­flu­ence that kept her state of 
in­tox­ic­a­tion from the of­fi­cial re­port, and not long after that he resigned and moved the 
girls to an­other city.

	With Ann mar­ried now, he thought it was all be­hind him, but there was no deny­ing 
the car­nal lust he had felt only a few minutes ago with Trish. It was more than a simple sexual 
at­trac­tion. It was a de­mand­ing crav­ing that seemed to take con­trol of his en­tire be­ing!

	He looked down at the thick, hairy, blue-veined or­gan jut­ting up from his pel­vis and 
shook his head sadly. Gayle’s cun­tal milk had dried on it and mat­ted the curls.

	“You dumb bas­tard!” he said aloud. “You stu­pid, horny, idi­otic son of a bitch! What in 
the hell is the mat­ter with you?”

	Grind­ing his ci­gar­ette out an­grily in the ash tray, he got his robe from the closet, 
then strode down the hall to Trish’s open door. Her light was out, but he heard no sound so 
he spun around for the bath­room and a hot shower.

	Trish hadn’t been asleep when her father looked in. She had star­ted to say some­thing 
to him, but then no­ticed the huge bulge in the front of his robe. It shocked and in­trigued 
her that his penis was hard, but she couldn’t un­der­stand why.

	She heard the wa­ter go on in the bath, then the shower door closed. As she listened to 
him bathe, her curi­os­ity grew by leaps and bounds. She could ima­gine him lath­er­ing his 
mus­cu­lar na­ked frame, rub­bing soap over his large penis and heavy scro­tum that she had
never seen. As she thought of him na­ked, a strange sen­sa­tion that she had never felt 
be­fore began in her crotch, a kind of tingling and burn­ing.

	It won’t hurt to peek, she thought, eas­ing out of bed and tip­toe­ing down the 
hall­way. The door was ajar, and she pushed it open si­lently. Through the fros­ted shower 
door she could see her father’s out­line clearly as he stood un­der the pelt­ing wa­ter. Then 
she saw mo­tion, and heard him groan.

	“Uuuun­nnggghh! Uuuun­nfff! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” She swal­lowed hard and her eyes 
went wide when she real­ized what she was wit­ness­ing. Her father was mas­turb­at­ing! She 
could dimly make out his hand and long prick as he mas­saged it rap­idly and thrust his hips 
for­ward jerkily.

	“UNGH! UNGH! AAAGGHH! GGAAHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” Trish’s legs went 
rub­bery and she put out a hand for the door jamb to keep from sink­ing the floor. This was 
what Sally had talked about see­ing! He was mak­ing him­self go off with his hand! “HHUN NNGGGHH! UNGH! UNGH! AAR­RGGHH! UNGH! UNGH! OH, GG­GOOODDD! 
HH­HUUUNNGGG! GG­GAAHHH!” So many emo­tions were run­ning through the girl that 
she felt weak. Spasms were con­tract­ing her ab­do­men, and there was a wet­ness in the 
val­ley between her thighs. She was so en­thralled that she didn’t real­ize a hand had crept up
to a breast and that she was fond­ling her hard-nippled tit.

	“HUH! HUH! OO­HHH, GOD! FUCK! FUCK! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! DAMN! 
UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GGGNNNUUGHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!”

	He stopped pump­ing him­self sud­denly and stiffened, then he jerked con­vuls­ively. 
After a brief mo­ment, he sighed heav­ily, grunted, then turned to face the spray.

	Trish was trem­bling with ex­cite­ment when she backed out into the hall, pulled the 
door to where she had found it, then scur­ried for her room. Jump­ing into bed, she pulled 
the cov­ers off, then lif­ted her hips to slide her nighty bot­toms down her legs.

	Her en­tire body felt as though it was on fire as she pulled her knees up and spread 
them, then cau­tiously reached a hand down to the hair-fringed canyon of her cunny. The 
crevice was filled with warm li­quid, and the thick mu­cous was trick­ling down over her anus 
and into the crack of her ass.

	“Oh, Daddy!” she whimpered. “Daddy! Daddy! Ooo­h­hhh!” Not know­ing what to do, 
she began ex­plor­ing her dewy fur­row gingerly with her in­dex fin­ger. When she touched 
her hard little clit­oris, she jumped in­vol­un­tar­ily, sur­prised that she could feel the caress 
all the way up to her tit­ties.

	When she re­sumed her tender fond­ling and found and felt the milky open­ing to her 
va­gina, soft mews came from deep in her throat and she star­ted to wriggle and un­du­late 
her pussy against her prob­ing di­git. It felt so good she couldn’t stop, not even when she 
heard her father leave the bath­room and go to his room down the hall.

	“Uummm! Uummmm! Uuun­nff! Uummm! Aahhh!Oooohh!” She con­tin­ued the 
caress­ing for a full half hour, lux­uri­at­ing in the bliss­ful feel­ing of rap­ture, then drif­ted 
off to sleep with her hand still pressed against her crotch.

	The morn­ing sun awoke her slowly, then she bolted up­right to see the clock. It was 
al­most eight, and she al­ways had her dad’s morn­ing cof­fee ready by seven-thirty. 
Bound­ing from bed, she ran to the bath­room to find it oc­cu­pied by her father. Though she
had to pee, she rushed down to the kit­chen to pre­pare the cof­fee pot and to pour Dan’s 
daily juice.

	“Good morn­ing, baby,” he said, start­ling her when he came in wear­ing his robe. “Feel 
bet­ter today?”

	“Oh, hi. Yeah, I’m fine. I just put the pot on.” He had seated him­self at the table and had
the glass of juice to his lips be­fore he no­ticed that she had no panties on. The nighty top 
barely reached to her crotch, and he found him­self star­ing at the light brown curls that 
covered her youth­ful twat. The ring­lets didn’t con­ceal the slit of her pussy, how­ever, and 
the slash looked good enough to eat.

	“Trish, you...” He star­ted to tell her, then real­ized it would prob­ably em­bar­rass her 
ter­ribly, so he left the sen­tence hanging.

	“Yes, Daddy?”

	He tore his eyes away from her cunt and smiled. “You’d bet­ter wear some­thing 
spe­cial today. We’re try­ing to im­press these people, you know.”

	“Oh, sure. I will.”

	She went to the cup­board and reached up for a cup and sau­cer, which bared her 
lovely young ass. Dan gaped at the rosy cheeks, the dark crack, and the curls in her crotch, 
and his prick leaped to at­ten­tion, pok­ing through the open­ing in his robe. Hast­ily 
cov­er­ing his stiff cock, he reached for a ci­gar­ette and lit it with shaky hands.

	Trish swung around quickly, mak­ing her huge cones bobble un­der the thin nighty top. 
“Oh, I for­got to tell you. Sally said she’ll come over with Gayle and help set things up. She was
go­ing to her pi­ano les­son this morn­ing, but some­thing came up.”

	“That’s fine. We’ll need all the help we can get.” He was do­ing everything he could 
think of to get his mind off his daugh­ter’s lithe, supple fig­ure but noth­ing words. He even 
began try­ing to re­cite the mul­ti­plic­a­tion tables, but his at­ten­tion con­tin­ued to re­turn
to Trish and her ex­cit­ing body.

	“Honey,” he said when she placed the cof­fee in front of him, “you really should wear a 
robe or some­thing in the morn­ings. At least un­til the cam­paign is over. There’s no telling 
who might drop it at any time.”

	She smiled at him sweetly. “You’re right. I’ll go up now and put on some work­ing 
clothes, then I’ll start straight­en­ing up the house.”

	“You do that. I’ll get dressed in a few minutes.” He had a com­pel­ling urge to pull her 
to him and kiss her creamy body from head to toe, but he res­isted the im­pulse. It couldn’t 
hap­pen again. He wouldn’t per­mit it!

	Trish went up to the bath, closed the door, then was reach­ing for her panties to pull 
them down be­fore pee­ing when she real­ized she didn’t have them on. A gasp rushed from 
her lips as she sat on the stool, then she held her head in an­guish.

	He saw everything! She thought. Oh, my God! Why didn’t he say some­thing? Oo­hhh, 
Lord!

	She was in a state of pure tor­ment when she went to her room to put on shorts and a 
hal­ter. No one had seen her pussy since she was little, not even an­other girl. Her face was 
still tinged with pink when she stepped in front of the mir­ror to brush out her hair.

	When the phone rang, she rushed over to grab the ex­ten­sion by her bed, know­ing 
her father re­fused all calls un­til after nine o’clock. Sally’s bub­bly voice greeted her.

	“Hi, kid. Mom and I were get­ting ready to come over, and we wanted to make sure you
guys were up.”

	“We’re up, but dad isn’t dressed yet. Jeez, kid, you’ll never be­lieve what happened to 
me this morn­ing!”

	“What? Tell me quick! Mom’s ready to go out to the car!”

	“I went down­stairs without my nighty bot­toms! God, I didn’t even know it! He saw 
everything down there! I’m so ashamed I could just die!”

	“What’s the big deal?” Sally asked, un­abashed. “He’s prob­ably seen lots of pussies. 
Heck, my old man saw me na­ked lots of times be­fore her split. I think it made him get hard.”

	“Well, you’re a lot dif­fer­ent than I am. I don’t want people look­ing at my body. It’s not
nice.” Sally giggled. “Hey, listen, your dad can look at my pussy any old time he wants to. 
What you should have done was sneak an ac­ci­dent feel and see if it made him get a stiff up.”

	“Shut up!” Trish slammed the re­ceiver down an­grily in the girl’s ear, then fin­ished her 
hair with her mouth set in a grim line.

	Dan was forced to stay seated at the table un­til his ri­gid mem­ber wil­ted, and that 
took some time be­cause vis­ions of his daugh­ter’s hairy snatch kept drift­ing be­fore his 
eyes. While he sipped his cof­fee, he wondered if he shouldn’t ask Gayle to have a chat with 
Trish about sex. Though he knew they taught sex edu­ca­tion in her school, he had no idea 
how much she might have ab­sorbed.

	Open­ing his robe, he reached down and fondled the soften­ing or­gan and the crinkly 
scro­tum while he thought of Gayle and her fant­ast­ic­ally tight twat. He knew she was us­ing
it as a lever for mar­riage, but that didn’t bother him as he had no in­ten­tion of ever go­ing 
that route again. He ap­pre­ci­ated her work in try­ing to get him elec­ted, and she was a 
ter­rific bang, but that was as far as it would ever go.

	Then too, he har­bored a quiet de­sire to lay Gayle’s young daugh­ter, for the pretty 
bru­nette was one of the sex­i­est fe­males of any age he had ever seen. But that de­sire, as 
the lust for Trish, must forever re­main only a dream.

	“Dad?”

	Trish had come down to ask him what he wanted done first, but when she saw him still 
sit­ting at the table with his hand on his cock, she stopped dead in her tracks. The cock­head 
stick­ing out of his fist was blu­ish-purple. The only thing else she could see was the thick 
forest of black hair that covered his pel­vis.

	Dan fumbled his robe closed sheep­ishly and got to his feet, hast­ily try­ing to de­cide 
how to handle the awk­ward situ­ation. He de­cided on the spur of the mo­ment that it would
be best to ig­nore it and hope that the girl wasn’t too shocked.

	“Who was that on the phone?” he asked, more gruffly than he in­ten­ded.

	Trish had man­aged to re­cover, but her eye­brows were still arched. “Oh, just Sally. She 
just wanted to know if we were ready for them to come over. “

	“All right. I’m go­ing to get some clothes on. Why don’t you start here with the kit­chen 
and work your way up­stairs. As soon as Gayle gets here, ask her to please check the 
re­fresh­ments. If we need any­thing else, I’ll get it when I’m dressed.”

	“Okay.” When her father left the room, Trish picked up his cup and sau­cer and took it 
to the sink. She was be­wildered at see­ing him mas­turb­ate last night then hold­ing his 
penis this morn­ing. If he was go­ing to bed with Gayle, why would he want to play with 
him­self all the time?

	As she ran wa­ter for the dishes, Trish re­solved to find someone she could ques­tion 
about all this sex busi­ness. She had a moun­tain of curi­os­ity, and she wanted some 
an­swers. Quick!


CHAPTER TWO

	Trish had fin­ished with the kit­chen and was put­ting their best linen on the large 
din­ing room table when the door­bell rang. Cer­tain it was Sally and her mother, she called 
out, “Come in,” and con­tin­ued her task. She was still miffed at Sally, and didn’t par­tic­u­larly
want to see her, but this was no time to start any trouble.

	“Good morn­ing, dear,” Gayle Parks said when they entered.

	The wo­man was a ma­ture edi­tion of her daugh­ter, with coal black hair, vi­olet eyes, 
and a strik­ing fig­ure. She was al­ways poised and self-as­sured, and car­ried her­self with 
dig­nity. This morn­ing she was wear­ing a tight red sheath with a string of real pearls, and 
she looked stun­ning.

	“Hi, Gayle. Morn­ing, Sally.” Trish smoothed the last fold on the table cloth and poin­ted
up­stairs. “Dad’s get­ting ready now. He asked if you’d please check on the re­fresh­ments so 
he can get any­thing else we need.”

	“Of course.” Gayle put her purse on a chair and star­ted for the kit­chen. “Sally, you give 
Trish a hand with the house. You don’t have much time. They should be ar­riv­ing around 
el­even.”

	“Yes, Mother,” the girl replied with a weary note. “What do you want me to do, Trish?”

	“How about dust­ing the liv­ing room while I va­cuum? Then we can do the up­stairs.” 
The girls worked side by side si­lently while Gayle busied her­self with the other 
pre­par­a­tions. Dan came down presently and went at once to his den to go over the 
pre-elec­tion fig­ures he had ob­tained the night be­fore.

	When Trish and Sally had com­pleted their chores on the second story, they came back 
down to find Dan and Gayle in the kit­chen go­ing over a list at the table with their heads 
to­gether.

	“Dan,” Gayle was say­ing, “I have all of these things at my apart­ment. Sally can run over
and get them.”

	He shook his head. “No, it’s too far. I’ll drive her.”

	“Non­sense. She can bor­row Trish’s bike and be back in plenty of time.” Gayle rose and 
handed the list to her daugh­ter. “You know where all these things are. And don’t dawdle. We 
don’t have that much time.”

	“Yes, ma’am,” Sally said. “Trish, is your bike in the gar­age?”

	“Uh-huh. I’ve got a new bas­ket on it, so you won’t have to carry the stuff.”

	“Right on. Be back as soon as I can.”

	“Dad,” Trish said, “I think everything’s done. If it’s okay, I’ll go take my shower and 
change.”

	“Go right ahead, dear,” Gayle in­ter­ceded. “If there’s any­thing else to do, I’ll take care 
of it.”

	When her father nod­ded agree­ment, Trish went through the house and up the stairs, 
think­ing that Gayle was already start­ing to take com­mand around the place as though she 
lived here. She got a robe from her room and went to the bath. As she was about to start the 
shower, she re­membered she had in­ten­ded to get an ex­tra box of tis­sues from the pantry.
Hanging her robe on the door hook, she went back down­stairs.

	As she was cross­ing the liv­ing room, she heard her father and Gayle talk­ing in muted 
tones, but she was un­able to dis­tin­guish the words un­til she neared the kit­chen door.

	“...and I think a wo­man should talk to her. She’s at the age where she’ll start 
won­der­ing about sex, and I don’t want her get­ting whispered in­form­a­tion from other 
kids. I know it’s a lot to ask, Gayle, but frankly I don’t think I could handle it.”

	“Cer­tainly, darling. I’d be happy to. I’ve said all along that Trish needs a mother. There 
are cer­tain things a father can’t do for a girl.”

	Gayle’s voice was still drip­ping honey when Trish edged up to the side of the door out 
of sight to listen.

	“We both need someone, Dan, and I don’t mean in the way we’ve been do­ing. We get 
along per­fectly, sexu­ally and oth­er­wise. I’m a good or­gan­izer, a good mother, and I’d do 
everything I could to be a good wife to you. Why don’t we make the an­nounce­ment today 
while all our friends are here?”

	There was a long pause, then Dan said, “No, sweet­heart. I don’t think this is the time. 
After the elec­tion I’ll know where I stand, and we can de­cide then. There are too many other 
things go­ing on now.”

	“Oh, Dan,” Gayle said pout­ingly, “that’s just a put-off and you know it. When you’re 
elec­ted you’ll find an­other ex­cuse. I want you now, and I know you want me. Kiss me. 
Please.”

	In the si­lence that fol­lowed, Trish took a chance and peeked around the door. Her 
father and Gayle were locked in a tight em­brace, and he was run­ning his hands all over her 
smoothly roun­ded but­tocks. Gayle had her hand between them, and though she couldn’t 
see, Trish was cer­tain she knew what the wo­man was do­ing.

	“There, you see?” Gayle cooed when they broke apart. “You get hard just kiss­ing me. 
There has to be some­thing there.”

	Dan took a step back­ward. His face was slightly flushed as he looked down at her 
man­i­cured hand that was squeez­ing the huge bulge at his fly. Then he tilted his face up and
looked into her eyes while he reached out with both hands to cup her firm tits.

	“You do have ahel­luva an ef­fect on me, I must ad­mit, but there’s more to it than that. 
We have to con­sider the kids, my polit­ical po­s­i­tion, and a lot of other things.”

	“Things will fall into place, darling, be­lieve me.” Gayle’s chest was rising and fall­ing 
rap­idly as she slowly opened his fly and groped in­side to pull out his ri­gid prick. As it stood 
out, throb­bing, she teased the swollen blu­ish cock­head with her fin­ger­tips.

	At the door­way, young Trish al­most fain­ted. It was the first time she had ever seen a 
hard male mem­ber, and the length and girth of it was un­be­liev­able! Dark veins and ribbed 
ten­dons were vis­ible be­neath the dark curls that covered the shaft, and the shiny knob at 
the end was im­mense! The sight of it shocked her so strongly that she tem­por­ar­ily 
ig­nored the fact that a wo­man was fond­ling her father’s cock.

	“Ooo­hhh, honey, don’t!” Dan moaned. “Trish is up­stairs!”

	“She’s busy,” Gayle crooned, curl­ing her fin­gers around his or­gan and strok­ing it 
lov­ingly. “We are too, aren’t we?”

	“But we can’t do any­thing! Not here!” His fin­gers were dig­ging into her covered tits 
and his legs were be­gin­ning to quiver. “We’re both dressed, and I know you have a girdle 
on!” She moved closer and rubbed the head of his tool against her pel­vis. “That doesn’t mean
I can’t take care of you. I’ve done it be­fore, re­mem­ber?”

	“Oh, God! Uuhhh! We can’t take the chance! Uunnggh­hhh!”

	“It’ll only take a minute, lover,” the wo­man whimpered. “I know you when I get my 
mouth on that beau­ti­ful prick.” The real­ity of what was hap­pen­ing had gradu­ally 
pen­et­rated Trish’s reel­ing mind, and she felt naus­eated and dizzy. The scene was 
swim­ming be­fore her eyes, but her con­scious­ness was try­ing hard not to ac­cept it. When 
she watched Gayle lower her­self to her knees and be­gin nib­bling on her father’s penis, she 
had to close her eyes to the hideous spec­tacle.

	“Uummm! Uummmmm! Uuummm!” Gayle slathered her tongue all over the silken 
cock­head, then opened her mouth and slid her lips down the pulsing shaft. “UUUMMM! 
UUUMMM!”

	“Gayle! Gg­gaaahhh! Ooo­hhh, Je­sus! Hh­huuun­nnggghhh!” Dan put his hands on her
head and watched her ruby lips suck his strain­ing cock deep into her mouth. A shiver of 
de­light ran through him, then he began to move his hips for­ward and back, fuck­ing the 
beau­ti­ful wo­man’s face as he had her cunt.

	The young girl peer­ing around the door­way was shak­ing and fight­ing for breath as 
she slowly opened her eyes. Strong, eerie emo­tions that she had never felt be­fore were 
tear­ing her apart. Re­vul­sion was mixed with awe and fas­cin­a­tion as she watched her 
father’s massive mem­ber plunge in and out of Gayle’s slurp­ing mouth. She wanted to turn 
away and run, but some un­seen force held her there.

	“UUUMMM! UUUN­NNNGGGG! UUUN­NNGG! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!” Gayle’s head 
was bob­bing rap­idly now as she sucked fiercely on her lover’s stiff joint. Her hips were 
gyr­at­ing, and she was clutch­ing at Dan’s ass with her free hand while she drew the hot 
se­men from his balls.

	“SUCK IT, BABY! DAMN! BLOW ME! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GG­GAAAHHH! 
OOO­HHH, FUCK! I’M ... GO­ING ... TO ... CC­CUUUMMM! AAAGGGHHH! GG­GOOODDD! 
UNF! UNF! UNF! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GAYLE! AAAHHH!”

	Dan jerked con­vuls­ively when his spew­ing gey­ser of sperm shot into the wo­man’s 
mouth and bloated her cheeks. The river of cum flow­ing through his throb­bing poke made 
his eye­lids flut­ter, and the ten­dons stood out on his neck. It wasn’t un­til Gayle had sucked 
the last drop from his soften­ing tool and had licked it off that his shoulders sagged and he 
ex­haled a deep breath.

	“Now, see?” Gayle said when he had helped her to her feet. “It didn’t take long, and you 
feel a lot bet­ter, don’t you?”

	“Yeah,” he grunted, step­ping to the table and sit­ting down. “It was great, but we’re not
go­ing to take chances like that any­more.”

	Be­fore he had his zip­per pulled up, Trish was already in the bath­room, hold­ing onto 
the sink counter and trem­bling. Her wet quiv­er­ing cunny was on fire, and her hard tingling 
nipples were chaf­ing against her hal­ter. Some­thing had happened to her, but she didn’t 
know what. It was like an ex­plo­sion in her belly that had sent elec­trical shocks through 
every nerve in her body.

	She was still un­nerved when she stripped, turned on the shower, and stepped un­der 
the pelt­ing wa­ter. Her hands were so shaky she dropped the soap three times be­fore she 
was through. After dry­ing off, she tossed her clothes in the hamper, put on her robe, and 
went to her room to dress. Sally was sit­ting on her bed when she entered. She closed the 
door without a word.

	“Your bike is su­per to ride,” Sally said meekly. “It’s a lot bet­ter than mine.”

	“It’s okay, I guess.” Trish went to the dresser and began se­lect­ing un­der­clothes.

	“Hey, kid, I’m aw­ful sorry about this morn­ing. I didn’t mean what I said. Are you still 
mad at me?”

	Trish laid panties and bra on the dresser top, then picked up her brush and began 
run­ning it through her thick tresses. “I sup­pose not. I just don’t like people talk­ing about 
my dad that way.”

	Sally looked on for a minute, then said, “You sure look aw­ful funny, Trish. Are you sure 
you’re not mad?”

	“No,” she sighed, still think­ing about her father and Gayle and what they had done. 
“I’ve got things on my mind, is all.”

	“Gotcha.” The bru­nette looked around the room. “Boy, I wish we had a house like this. 
That apart­ment is so darn small. I just hate it.”

	“Well, if you’re right about what you said last night, you might be mov­ing in here.” Trish
put down the brush and hes­it­ated. She had to change, but was re­luct­ant to let Sally see 
her na­ked. On the other hand, if she showed reti­cence or shame, the older girl would think 
she was im­ma­ture. It took a mo­ment to steel her­self, but she fi­nally began un­do­ing her 
robe. When the last but­ton was open, Trish had de­cided that she was in­deed proud of her 
body, and turned around as she shrugged the gar­ment off and tossed it aside.

	Sally gave out with a long, low whistle when she saw the young girl’s bare flesh. “Wow! 
You’ve really got a fig­ure, kid! Je­sus Christ!”

	The older girl’s ob­vi­ous envy promp­ted Trish to for­get her other prob­lems, and she 
felt a glow­ing warmth come over her as she paraded to the closet and took out two dresses 
to hold up.

	“Which one do you think would be best, Sally?” The bru­nette’s gaze wavered slightly, 
but re­turned im­me­di­ately to scan Trish’s large cones that stuck straight out from her chest 
and the vee of pu­bic curls that covered her pel­vis and con­tin­ued down between her 
shapely thighs.

	“God, kid, I don’t know,” Sally said in a throaty whis­per. “Crim­iny, how did you ever get
cans like that? What size bra do you wear?”

	“Thirty-six.”

	“No, I mean the cup size.”

	“The last one I bought was a ‘C’. Do you think they’re too big?”

	“Hell, no! I wish to God I had a pair of jugs like that!” Sally’s eyes dropped to Trish’s cunt.
“Do you trim your pussy hair?”

	“Uh-huh. Just a little. To keep it from stick­ing out from un­der my panties and bathing 
suit. Really, kid, which one of these dresses should I wear?” Sally shrugged. “That short black 
one with the deep neck would be great, but if I had a body like that, I’d go na­ked.”

	“Okay.” Trish hung up the other one, then laid the black one care­fully over a chair. 
Totally aware of Sally’s eyes on her, she made a big pro­ject out of put­ting on her panties and
bra.

	“Guess what I did last night?” Sally asked with a sud­den show of bright­ness. “I got 
my­self off! Really! I had a cli­max you wouldn’t be­lieve!”

	Trish turned to the mir­ror and began put­ting on lip­stick, feel­ing Sally’s hot stare on 
her ass. “No kid­ding? What did it feel like?”

	“Like, wow, I went into or­bit! It really blew my mind! I used one of my tall per­fume 
bottles. It was out­as­ight!”

	Al­most drop­ping her lip­stick, Trish spun around with a look of hor­ror on her face. 
“You mean you ac­tu­ally stuck it up in­side you?”

	“You bet­ter be­lieve it! My fin­ger wasn’t do­ing me any good, so I thought I’d try 
some­thing else. What’s wrong with that?”

	“Weeellll, noth­ing, I guess. I just never thought of do­ing any­thing like that, is all. 
Jeep­ers! A per­fume bottle!”

	Sally said noth­ing as she watched Trish slip into panty­hose and then pull the black 
dress over her head. The dress was very short and very tight, and the plunging neck­line 
re­vealed the girl’s deep cleav­age. Then, while Trish looked for shoes in her closet, she asked, 
“Do you know Sheila Lar­son? Lives over on Cam­den?”

	“Uh-huh,” Trish answered from the closet.

	“She’s queer. I saw her in the rest room at the movie last Thursday night. Know what? 
She wanted to watch me pee! I said ‘Hello, no,’ and then she asked me if I wanted to watch 
her. She already had her dress up be­fore I could get out of there.”

	“That doesn’t mean she’s queer,” Trish said, shov­ing her feet into a pair of black flats. 
“Maybe she just wanted to show off her cunny.”

	“You’re crazy. She wanted to go down on me.”

	“Huh?”

	“You know, lick my pussy. That’s what les­bi­ans do. They lick each other un­til they go 
off. Didn’t you know that?”

	“Yeah, I guess so.” A thought sud­denly struck Trish, and she walked over to sit next to 
the bru­nette. “Hey, kid, have you ever heard about a girl do­ing that to a guy? You know, on 
his penis?” Sally waved her hand with as­sur­ance. “Heck, yes. I know a couple of kids that 
have done it. I don’t know what it’s like per­son­ally, but they say it’s al­most as good as 
fuck­ing.”

	“Ssshhh! Keep it down! Do they ac­tu­ally swal­low the guy’s stuff?”

	“That’s what they say. Guys really go for it, too. I’d be scared I’d throw up.”

	“Me too,” Trish said thought­fully, won­der­ing how Gayle had man­aged to do it and 
seem so happy about it.

	“Well, kid, I’ve gotta go.” Sally stood up and went to the door. “After this bash is over, 
why don’t you come over to my house? We can call some boys and rap for a while.”

	“I’ll see. My dad might want me for some­thing. I’ll give you a call.”

	“Right on. See ya.” Trish strode over to the full length mir­ror on her closet door for one 
fi­nal in­spec­tion, then star­ted down­stairs. As she passed the bath­room, she de­cided to 
pee be­fore the crowd got there and she wouldn’t be able to use it.

	While she squat­ted on the seat and listened to her ur­ine hiss against the bowl, she 
thought about Sally and her per­fume bottle and wondered idly what it would feel like to have
some­thing up her va­gina. Since she used pads and not tam­pons dur­ing her peri­ods, 
noth­ing had ever been all the way up in­side her.

	Still pon­der­ing the mat­ter, she sud­denly re­membered the new tooth­brush she had
just pur­chased and the long plastic tube it had come in. Reach­ing over to the sink counter, 
she opened the drawer and found the cyl­in­der right in front. She held it in her hand for a 
long minute, de­bat­ing, then made up her mind to at least see what it felt like.

	After wip­ing her crotch thor­oughly, she pushed her panties and hose down past her 
knees, then par­ted her legs as far as they would go. Then, hold­ing her skirt up to her waist 
and peer­ing down, she put her hand into the bowl and rubbed the smooth tube end up and 
down her cun­tal crevice.

	It felt so good she began to get wet im­me­di­ately. Then she tensed her muscles, bit 
on her lower lip, and care­fully pushed the cyl­in­der into her slip­pery va­gina, inch­ing it in 
cau­tiously for fear of hurt­ing her­self.

	The sen­sa­tion was de­light­ful, and her ass hole puckered as she gradu­ally wormed 
the thing up her tun­nel. When the tip of the tube touched the open­ing her womb, she 
gasped, closed her eyes, and whimpered softly.

	“Ooo­hhh! Uuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” The hot, sens­it­ive walls of her 
va­gina quickly warmed the dildo up to body tem­per­at­ure, and it was such a rap­tur­ous 
feel­ing that she had to clench her teeth to keep from cry­ing out with joy.

	When the first wave of ec­stasy passed, and she real­ized it would do her no harm, she 
began slither­ing the tube in and out of her twat, draw­ing it out to the very end, then 
shov­ing it back un­til her hand was hit­ting the puffy lips of her snatch.

	“Ooo­hhh! Gg­gaaahhh! Hh­huuuhhh! Oh, wow! Hh­huuuhhh!” Her legs began to 
quake and her heart­beat quickened as her hand picked up mo­mentum. The flow of cun­tal 
cream was heavy now, drip­ping onto her hand and wrist as she speared the tube in more and
out more rap­idly. Her en­tire be­ing seemed to be aflame, and she could feel the stabbing 
thing all the way down to her toes.

	“HH­HUUUHHH! AAAGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! OOO­HHH! AAAHHH! GOD! 
HH­HUUUHHH! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	Her cunt was seeth­ing, and she was be­com­ing more ex­cited by the mo­ment. 
Some­thing in­side her was driv­ing her on mer­ci­lessly, build­ing into a cres­cendo, and it 
no longer mattered where she was or who heard her. Then the ex­plo­sion came, rip­ping 
through her like an earth­quake and mak­ing multi-colored lights flash be­hind her eye­lids.

	“WWWAAAHHH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! GGG AAAHHH! HUH! HH­HUUUHHH! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GOD! OOO­HHH! OH! OH! OH! OH!”

	The de­li­cious feel­ing passed all too quickly, leav­ing her limp and twitch­ing. 
Re­luct­antly, she ex­trac­ted the tube from her sop­ping twat, put it on the counter, then 
wiped her­self again. After ad­just­ing her cloth­ing, she got up on shaky legs to wash her 
hands and the tube, then dropped her pre­cious dildo back into the drawer. Then she took 
sev­eral deep breaths be­fore step­ping into the hall and go­ing to the stairs.

	“Well, there’s my girl,” Dan said when Trish des­cen­ded. “Hey, you look ter­rific! I was 
be­gin­ning to think you’d got­ten lost up there, but the res­ults are won­der­ful. How about 
help­ing Gayle in the kit­chen with the punch?”

	“Sure.” She looked at the clock in the liv­ing room. “Jeez, it’s al­most time, isn’t it?”

	“It sure is. Bet­ter get a move on.”

	In the kit­chen, Gayle asked her if she would slice the fruit for the punch bowl, which she
began do­ing right away. Then the wo­man took out an ap­ron and put it around her.

	“Can’t have you spot­ting that beau­ti­ful dress, dear.” She pat­ted Trish on the 
shoulder. “You know, one of these days you and I will have to have a little wo­man to wo­man 
talk. I think you know about what. Would you like that?”

	“It’d be okay, I guess.” Truth­fully, all Trish could think about at the mo­ment was 
whether Gayle had washed her mouth out after suck­ing her father off.

	“We girls have to stick to­gether, you know,” Gayle con­tin­ued cheer­fully as she 
re­sumed mak­ing canapes. “Men think they run the show, but that’s only be­cause we let 
them.”

	“I sup­pose you’re right.”

	“Take your father, for in­stance. If we wo­men hadn’t got­ten out and cam­paigned for 
him, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. I’m sure he ap­pre­ci­ates it, but I don’t be­lieve he 
real­izes just how im­port­ant our work was.”

	“Oh, I think he does. My mother used to help him too, you know.”

	“I’m sure she did, dear.” Gayle paused. “Tell me some­thing hon­estly, Trish. Would you 
ob­ject very much if your father were to marry again?” There it was. Right out in the open. 
Now, how in the heck was she sup­posed to an­swer a ques­tion like that from a wo­man who
was already suck­ing and fuck­ing her father? “I don’t hon­estly know. It would all de­pend on
who she was, I guess. Jeez, it’s kinda hard to say.” Gayle nod­ded, wiped her hands on a towel,
then stepped over be­side the girl. “You’re ab­so­lutely right. That was a very stu­pid way for 
me to put it. What I really meant was, do you think you could ac­cept me if I were to be­come 
your step­mother?” Trish was si­lent as she sliced a lime care­fully. Then she said, “Could I 
think about that for a while? I mean, it’s kinda sud­den.”

	“Of course,” the wo­man replied in a kindly tone. “Take all the time you need. But I do 
want you to know that I think you’re a very nice girl, and I would be proud to call you my 
daugh­ter.”

	“Thank you.”

	“Well, now, is everything about ready?” Dan asked, strid­ing into the room with his suit 
coat on. “The Nel­sons just pulled up in front. They’re al­ways right on time.”

	“We’re all set,” Gayle said, peck­ing him on the cheek. “Put on your best smile, Dan. 
These are the people that are go­ing to put you in of­fice.”

	“Don’t I know it! Okay, I’ll go be the of­fi­cial greeter.” As Trish took off her ap­ron, she 
no­ticed that Gayle was giv­ing her the crit­ical once-over from head to toe, nod­ding as her 
eyes traveled up and down.

	“Is any­thing wrong, Gayle?”

	“No, not a thing. It’s just that you cer­tainly don’t look twelve years old. I’ve had quite a 
bit of ex­per­i­ence at these shindigs, and I know what goes on. If any of those louts start 
paw­ing you, let me know and I’ll set them straight. Okay?”

	Trish nod­ded, but wasn’t ex­actly sure what Gayle, meant. All the people in­vited were 
older, and those men cer­tainly wouldn’t want to mess around with a girl.

	The wo­man smiled, then chuckled out loud. “And please don’t bend over. The men will 
start ogling those tits of yours, then their wives will get jeal­ous.”

	Trish grinned with pride. “I’ll stay out of the way.”

	“Good. Let’s carry this stuff out.”


CHAPTER THREE

	The guests dribbled in slowly at first, then seemed to come in by droves. By 
twelve-thirty every room on the first story was packed with people, and the con­ver­sa­tional 
din was deaf­en­ing. It astoun­ded Trish that any­body could un­der­stand what any­one else 
was say­ing, but they all went on talk­ing as they drank and ate the re­fresh­ments lib­er­ally.

	Trish and Gayle were kept busy re­plen­ish­ing the sup­plies of canapes, hors d’oeuvres 
and li­quor, while at the same time be­ing in­tro­duced and meet­ing the men and their 
wives. After a while, the roar settled down to a quiet hum as the people broke up into small 
groups to dis­cuss whatever they had to dis­cuss.

	“Let’s slow down on the booze,” Gayle told Trish in a whis­per. “Some of these jokers are
get­ting bombed. We don’t want any drunks try­ing to drive home.”

	The girl nod­ded, then moved over to the buf­fet to watch the scene with amuse­ment. 
Adult parties struck her as com­ical, as they al­ways seemed to start off with a bang, and then 
every­one be­came ser­i­ous about one thing or an­other. To her, parties should be fun and 
games.

	“Hello there, little lady.”

	Trish turned and looked up into the face of a tall, bushy-haired man with owl­ish green 
eyes be­hind dark-rimmed glasses.

	“Hello. You’re Mr. Thompson, aren’t you?”

	“That’s right. And you’re good old Dan’s daugh­ter, Trish. Am I right?” She nod­ded, 
try­ing not to crinkle her nose at the man’s whis­key-laden breath. He was lick­ing his lips and
look­ing right down the front of her dress.

	“You’re go­ing to be quite an as­set to old Dan, Trish. You’ve got what it takes to get the
pub­lic’s at­ten­tion. I think we made a big mis­take when we didn’t have you at our ral­lies. 
You’d have cer­tainly cap­tured the men’s vote.”

	She didn’t like the way he con­tin­ued to leer at her tits, but there was noth­ing she 
could do about it. “He didn’t want to get me in­volved, Mr. Thompson. He said I had enough 
to do as it was.”

	Thompson winked and smiled evilly. “I’ll just bet you do, honey. I’ll just bet you do.” The 
way he said it sent a chill up her spine, and she could feel his large eyes un­dress­ing her. “Ex cuse me, please. I have to go help in the kit­chen.” Trish eased past him and hur­ried through 
the kit­chen door. She had a weird feel­ing that un­der any other cir­cum­stances, that man 
would have cheer­fully ripped her clothes off and raped her.

	Sev­eral wo­men were in the kit­chen, along with Gayle, wash­ing and dry­ing glasses, 
empty­ing and wip­ing out ash trays, and gen­er­ally tidy­ing up. Trish got a bottle of cold 
pop and moved over into a corner out of the way, wish­ing she didn’t have to be there at all.

	A few mo­ments later a pretty blonde in a tight-fit­ting blue knit dress came into the 
room. She was in her mid-thirties and had an enorm­ous bust, but was oth­er­wise very trim. 
Walk­ing a little un­stead­ily, she car­ried her empty glass to the sink, then spied Trish and 
came over smil­ing.

	“Hi, honey. Re­mem­ber me?”

	“Uh-huh. You’re Coun­cil­man Hard­ing’s wife.”

	“Just call me Doris. Listen, honey, I’m a little un­der the weather. Is there some place 
where I could lie down for a while? I can’t go home be­cause my hus­band’s still yakking in 
there.”

	“Sure. You can use my room. Come on. I’ll show you where it is.” Trish set her bottle 
down, then led the way through the crowded house to the stairs and up to her bed­room, 
grate­ful to get away from the clamor if even for a brief mo­ment. She closed the door 
be­hind them and in­dic­ated the bed. “Is there any­thing I could get you? Some as­pirin, 
maybe? Or a glass of wa­ter?” Doris sighed and fluffed out her golden curls, look­ing at the 
girl with a strange smile curving her red lips. “No think you, Trish. I just need to rest a bit. 
Would you mind help­ing me out of my dress? I don’t want to get it mussed.”

	“Okay.” When the wo­man turned around, Trish pulled the zip­per down the back of her
dress. Then Doris tugged it off her shoulders, pulled it over her breasts, and let it fall to the 
floor.

	Trish sucked in her breath and her eyes bugged. The blonde was wear­ing a garter belt 
to hold up her nylons, but had no panties on, and she could see the na­ked crack of the 
wo­man’s ass.

	“God, that feels a lot bet­ter,” Doris said, step­ping out of the dress and kick­ing off her 
high heels. When she turned around and bent down to pick up the gar­ment, Trish had 
an­other shock. She glimpsed the wo­man’s dark pu­bic hair, but that wasn’t all. The blonde’s 
bra had cir­cu­lar open­ings in the cups, and her brown nipples poked through in plain view.

	“I ... I’ll hang that up for you,” Trish man­aged to stam­mer, as­ton­ished that a wo­man 
her age would dress that way.

	“Thanks, dear,” Doris said sweetly. “Then come and sit with me. You don’t want to hang 
around that mob down­stairs.”

	Trish got a hanger and hung the dress over the closet door, then swung around. The 
blonde was already stretched out on the middle of the bed with her legs par­ted. She could 
see dir­ectly into the wo­man’s hairy crotch. The thick outer lips of her cunt were spread, and 
the pink in­ner folds were vis­ible, and in a flash it struck Trish that Doris was ready to fuck.

	“I really should go back down,” the girl said hes­it­antly. “My ... my dad ex­pects me to 
help out.”

	“They won’t even miss you, honey,” Doris said softly, pat­ting the mat­tress be­side her. 
“Come over here, and let’s chat.”

	“Well, for a minute, maybe.” Trish walked over and sat down de­murely with her knees 
to­gether. She fol­ded her hands in her lap and cleared her throat nervously. “My dad sure 
likes your hus­band.”

	“Every­one does, dear. He’s Mis­ter Right him­self. You know, you’re a very beau­ti­ful 
girl. I’ll bet you have a lot of dates, don’t you?”

	“No, not really.” Trish was hav­ing a dif­fi­cult time keep­ing her eyes from the dark, 
eraser­like nipples pro­trud­ing from the wo­man’s bra and the curl-fringed slit of her pussy. 
She had never seen an­other fe­male’s tits and cunt, and it stirred some­thing deep in­side 
her.

	“With a body like that, the boys should be fall­ing all over you.” The blonde’s eyes 
nar­rowed and she put a hand on Trish’s thigh. “Would you mind rub­bing my legs, 
sweet­heart? They ache from all that stand­ing down­stairs.”

	The girl’s gulp was aud­ible. She was afraid, but how could she re­fuse? Doris was an 
im­port­ant guest, and her hus­band a good friend of her father. “I guess I could.”

	“Won­der­ful. Slide around a bit. It’s my thighs that are really both­er­ing me.” Trish 
twis­ted and brought her legs up un­der her. She could now look straight down at the 
blonde’s furry twat and see the deep pink slash. Bal­an­cing on one hand, she reached out 
and began to mas­sage the wo­man’s nylon-covered thighs. They were firm and shapely, and 
as she rubbed first one and then the other, Doris par­ted them even more.

	“Uuummm!” Doris moaned. “Ooo­hhh, that’s nice! Aaahhh! A little higher, darling! 
Uuummm! Oh, sweet­heart!”

	Trish’s hand was now on the white flesh above Doris’ nylons, and her fin­gers were 
brush­ing against the brown ring­lets in her crotch. With each move­ment of her fin­gers, the 
blonde’s canyon seemed to open wider, and now she could see tiny droplets of dew cling­ing 
to the pet­al­like in­ner folds.

	The fa­mil­iar tingling and burn­ing had be­gun in her own cunt, and to make mat­ters 
worse, Doris was snak­ing her hand up her leg to­ward her pussy. The whole thing was 
pleas­ant but scary, and she wished she had never got­ten into it.

	“Higher!” the wo­man whimpered. “Higher, Trish! Ooo­hhh! Oh, more! Hh­huuuhhh! 
Way up, darling! Touch it!”

	Be­fore the girl could real­ize what was hap­pen­ing, Doris had grabbed her hand and 
pressed it tightly against her twat. Trish could feel the in­tense heat com­ing from the 
wo­man’s canyon, and sticky mu­cous covered her fin­gers. Her im­me­di­ate re­sponse was 
to draw away, but the blonde held her hand firmly.

	“Rub me there!” Doris panted, rais­ing her hips off the bed and grind­ing her snatch 
against Trish’s fin­gers. “Rub me all over, you sweet girl! Hh­huuun­nnggghhh! Gg­gaaahhh! 
Darling baby! Oh, honey! Rub me! Hh­huuuhhh! Hh­huuuhhh!”

	Touch­ing the wo­man’s wet fur­row ex­cited Trish so much it amazed her. It felt just like
her own cunny, and was al­most as thrill­ing to fondle. She stopped strug­gling, and a feel­ing
of ec­stasy came over her as she star­ted to slide her fin­gers up and down the milk-slick 
crevice.

	“There, Doris? Is that what you want? Right there?”

	“Yyy­eeesss! Ooo­hhh, yes! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! You know how, don’t you, darling? Of 
course you do! Caress me, baby! Aaahhh! You’re such a pretty baby! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Put 
your fin­gers in! Three of them! Please!” Trish was quiv­er­ing all over now, and Doris had 
pushed her hand all the way up to Trish’s crotch, rub­bing her covered cunny with the tips of 
her fin­gers. She was hot, and she des­per­ately wanted an or­gasm. Fold­ing three fin­gers 
to­gether, she found the blonde’s hole and jammed them in to the last knuckles.

	“GG­GAAAHHH! TRISH! HH­HUUUHHH! DARLING! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! 
OOO­HHH! HH­HUUUHHH! THAT’S IT! HUH! HUH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

	“DORIS! YOU’RE SO WET! AND SO HOT! OOO­HHH, WOW! JEEZ! AM I DO­ING IT 
RIGHT? THAT’S AS FAR AS THEY’LL GO! GG­GOOODDD!”

	Trish was pump­ing her di­gits in and out of the creamy sheath rap­idly, banging her 
knuckles against the wo­man’s puffy outer lips and feel­ing the ooz­ing cun­tal milk trickle 
into her palm.

	“IT’S WON­DER­FUL! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! FASTER, TRISH! OH, MY GOD! 
GG­GAAAHHH! AAAGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	Doris was hunch­ing and swirl­ing her hips wildly on the stabbing di­gits, thrust­ing her 
twat at Trish’s hand. At the same time she was mas­sa­ging the young girl’s crotch, try­ing to 
bring her off, too. Then sud­denly she pulled Trish’s face down to her tit and pushed a nipple 
at her mouth.

	Trish’s flam­ing lust had conquered all her senses, and she was will­ing to do any­thing 
now to achieve a cli­max. Wrap­ping her lips around the hard, bare nipple she began to suck 
greed­ily, swish­ing her tongue over the firm point while she tugged fiercely.

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!”

	“BABY, BABY, BABY!” Doris moaned. “SUCK IT, DEAREST! SUCK MOMMY’S TITTY! FUCK 
ME! GG­GAAAHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! FUCK ME, TRISH! I’M AL­MOST READY 
TO CUM! OOO­HHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OH, DARLING! I WANTED YOU SO MUCH! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!” Trish was also on the verge of an or­gasm, and showed it by 
spear­ing the blonde’s sop­ping cunt fe­ver­ishly. The nipple tasted de­li­cious, and she 
pre­ten­ded milk was flow­ing from it as she sucked on it nois­ily. “UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!
UUUMMM! UUUN­NNFFF!”

	“TRISH! OH, GOD, DEAREST! I’M AL­MOST THERE! HH­HUUUHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! 
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! NOW! TRISH! NNNOOOWWW! 
AAARRRGGGHHH! I’M CC­CUUUMMMII­IN­NNGGG! HUH! HUH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! 
OH! OH! AAAHHH!” The blonde tensed and stiffened, and her shouts of rap­ture were still 
ringing in Trish’s ears when or­gasm erup­ted in her womb and the de­li­ri­ous sen­sa­tion 
roared out through her body. She pressed her hand tightly against the wo­man’s twat and 
began to moan with sheer bliss.

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!” When their shud­ders and gasps had 
sub­sided, Trish popped her lips from the nipple and with­drew her hand from Doris’s crotch. 
The blonde pulled her hand back also, then Trish swung her legs over the side of the bed and 
sat up.

	“Trish,” Doris whispered, “that was the most won­der­ful thing that’s happened to me in 
a long, long time. Did you en­joy it?”

	The girl was ashamed to ad­mit it, but did. “Yes. I think I liked it al­most too much.”

	“Why do you say that?”

	“Well, girls aren’t sup­posed to do that to each other. It’s not nice.” Doris shook her 
head and put a hand on the girl’s arm. “I don’t know where you got your in­form­a­tion, 
darling, but it’s all wrong. It is nice! Lov­ing a girl is, well, some­thing per­fect.” Trish shook her
head guiltily. “That’s not what I heard.”

	“Tell me, honey, have you ... ever had a boy? In any way?”

	“No.”

	“Then let me tell you some­thing. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. They’re coarse, 
vul­gar, and all they want is your body. Once they’ve shot their load in you, you’re noth­ing 
more than a cunt that they can tell other guys they’ve fucked. Be­ing with a wo­man is lovely, 
and pure. A wo­man wants love, not just sex.”

	Trish looked down at her hand that was still drip­ping the blonde’s cun­tal milk. “I... I 
wish I knew for sure.”

	Doris raised up on an el­bow. “Baby, would you like to see what sex is really like? If you’ll
take off your clothes, I’ll lick your cunt un­til you come so hard you’ll want to scream.”

	“No!” The girl shot to her feet and ran to the dresser for some tis­sues to wipe her hand.

	The blonde laughed softly as she got off the bed and went over to re­trieve her dress. 
“Some day you will, Trish. I can tell. If it’s not me, it’ll be someone else. You can have boys too, 
but you’ll still want a girl once in a while.”

	Trish stood mute while the wo­man got into her dress, then she helped her zip it up. 
Doris put her shoes on, winked slyly at her, then went out the door without an­other word. 
After wait­ing a few mo­ments, Trish went to the bath­room and scrubbed her hands as 
though she was try­ing to wash away a bad memory. Then she went down­stairs.

	Most of the guests had gone, and there were only a few left stand­ing by the front door
talk­ing with her father. There was no sign of Doris or her hus­band, so Trish as­sumed they 
had de­par­ted also. She con­tin­ued on into the kit­chen where Gayle stood alone, 
fin­ish­ing up the dishes.

	“Where on earth have you been, Trish?” Gayle asked. “I’ve been look­ing all over for 
you.”

	“Mrs. Hard­ing was sick, so I had to help her.”

	“Oh. That fig­ures. She gets half pot­ted every time we have one of these things. Look, 
dear, would you go col­lect all the glasses and ash trays? I’ve already washed most of them. 
We’ll do that be­fore we straighten up the house.”

	“Okay.”

	Her father had walked the last guests out to their car when Trish went around with a 
large tray, pick­ing up. The ses­sion with Doris had up­set her, and she no­ticed that her 
hands were shak­ing slightly. Be­sides that, the crotch of her panties was wet, and it made her 
un­com­fort­able.

	“Wheeew, I’m glad that’s over!” Dan ex­claimed when he came back in. “Thank God it 
doesn’t hap­pen every day. Is Gayle still in the kit­chen?”

	“Uh-huh. Will you take this tray in to her? I’ll start on some of the other stuff.”

	“Sure.” He took it from her and pecked her on the cheek. “Thanks for your help, baby. 
You’re my girl.”

	“Oh, it wasn’t that much.”

	Trish went over to the buf­fet where they had set up the tem­por­ary bar and began 
put­ting the par­tially full li­quor bottles down un­der­neath and put­ting the emp­ties into a 
large waste bas­ket. After wip­ing off the top, she star­ted fold­ing up the linen table cloth for
the laun­dry when she heard the kit­chen door slam shut.

	It struck her as odd un­til she heard hushed, angry voices from the other side and 
real­ized that her father and Gayle were hav­ing an ar­gu­ment. She hoped it didn’t con­cern 
her as she went on with the fold­ing, but she couldn’t make out the words clearly enough to 
tell.

	A mo­ment later, Gayle came bar­ging through with her eyes blaz­ing and her purse 
over her arm. Without ac­know­ledging the girl’s pres­ence, she went straight to the front 
door and banged out. There was a roar of an en­gine, a squeal of tires, and then si­lence.

	Dan came out then, wip­ing his brow with a handker­chief. He gave Trish a wan smile, 
then went dir­ectly to the liv­ing room and slumped into his fa­vor­ite chair. With a deep sigh,
he leaned back and closed his eyes.

	De­cid­ing he needed some cheer­ing up, she dropped the table cloth on the floor and 
went to him. “Boy, every­body sure had a good time, didn’t they?”

	He opened his eyes and nod­ded. “It seems they did.”

	“Did they all think you were go­ing to get elec­ted?”

	“It’s in the bag,” he said wryly. “Not only that, they seem pos­it­ive that I’ll be mayor 
next year.”

	“Oh, Daddy! Wow! How su­per!”

	She climbed up on his lap with her knees astraddle his hips and gave him a big hug. The
move­ment caused her short skirt to bunch up around her hips and placed her crotch dir­ectly
against his fly, but she didn’t no­tice.

	“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” he said when she pulled back fi­nally.

	“You bet! God! The mayor’s daugh­ter! Jeez!” Dan glanced down at the swells of her tits 
and felt the heat from her crotch through his pants. Though he was bone weary, the 
com­bin­a­tion had an ef­fect on him he couldn’t con­trol, and his cock began to harden.

	“I think you’d bet­ter get down now, Trish. There are still a lot of things to do.”

	“Not now, Daddy,” she pleaded. “Let’s just sit here and talk like we used to. What 
happened with Gayle?”

	“For­get that. I’ll tell you some other time.” Try as he might, he couldn’t re­strain his 
penis from swell­ing. Sur­ging pangs filled his groin as he stared at the large en­cased tit­ties 
poin­ted dir­ectly at his face. “Did you have a good time?”

	“Yes, I...” A move­ment against her cunny stopped the words in her throat. It couldn’t be,
but it was! Her father’s prick was throb­bing against her twat! I... had a fine time.” He also felt 
his dick touch­ing her tender young cunt, and it made his or­gan swell all the more. Every 
sense of mor­al­ity he had made his or­gan swell all the more. Every sense of mor­al­ity he 
had told him to push her away and quell the in­ferno be­gin­ning to rage in his groin, but the 
com­pul­sion was too strong. He pulled her to him, bur­ied his face between her tits, and 
shoved his hard rod up tight against her pussy.

	“Baby! Oh, honey! I love you so much!” The feel of his ri­gid muscle and his hot breath 
blow­ing down her cleav­age cap­tured her pas­sion im­me­di­ately, and she felt a lust­ful 
crav­ing stronger than ever be­fore. Bend­ing for­ward and arch­ing her back, she covered his
face with her tits and then began to squirm and writhe her sear­ing snatch against his 
rock-hard pole.

	“Ooo­hhh, Daddy! I need you so much! Hh­huuuhhh! Don’t ever leave me! Gg­gaaahhh!
Daddy! Ooo­hhh! Uuummm! Uuummm! You feel so good against me like this! Hh­huuuhhh! 
Hh­huuuhhh!”

	His car­nal urges in­creased astound­ingly as she wriggled and un­du­lated her girl­ish 
cunny against his strain­ing tool. More than any­thing else at that mo­ment he wanted to lay 
her gently on the floor and in­vade her youth­ful snatch with his aching mem­ber, and only 
the memory of the past kept him from do­ing so.

	“Sweet­heart,” he said into her soft tits, “I love you and I’ll never leave you. Never! Oh, 
God! Uuun­nnggghhh! We can’t do this! Aaarrrggghhh! My beau­ti­ful baby girl!”

	Trish was frantic with fer­vid de­sire. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and the rub­bing on
his stiff prick only made it worse. She yearned to have his huge prick plunge into her twat and 
feel his sperm when he shot it into her. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her, but was 
afraid to.

	“Daddy! Hh­huuuhhh! Oh, wow! Please! Let’s take our clothes off! Gg­gaaahhh! 
Hh­huuuhhh! I want you to see me na­ked! Oh, my God! Please! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!”

	“No! We can’t! It isn’t right! Trish! Uuun­nnggghhh!” He slipped his hands un­der her 
skirt and clasped her ass cheeks, squeez­ing them as he humped up off the chair cush­ion to 
drive his rod against her cunt. Boil­ing se­men was already flow­ing through his groin like a 
river of mol­ten lava, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back.

	“TEAR MY DRESS AND BRA OFF, DADDY! SUCK MY TITS! PLEASE! OH, JE­SUS, THIS IS 
DRIV­ING ME CRAZY! GG­GAAAHHH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! TAKE ‘EM OUT AND SUCK 
‘EM! OH, PLEASE! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!”

	Dan was temp­ted. He longed to have one of those lush cones in his mouth and be able
to suck on it to his heart’s de­light. He was about to un­zip her dress and bare her tit­ties 
when the rush of cum poured into his prick. He shuddered and jerked as his wad ex­ploded in 
his shorts and rained down over his pel­vis and balls.

	Know­ing what had happened aroused Trish to an ab­rupt and soul-sear­ing cli­max 
that al­most made her faint. She clutched his face to her tits and thrashed like a de­mon as 
the glor­i­ous feel­ing swept over her.

	“TRISH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, CHRIST! OH, SWEET­HEART! 
WWWH­H­HUUUNNN GGGHHH!”

	“DDDAAAD­DDDDDYYY!” she shouted. “YOU MADE ME DO IT! HUH! HUH! UNF! UNF! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! GG­GAAAHHH! OH! OH! OH! OH! HH­HUUUHHH! 
HH­HUUUHHH!”

	Once his ejac­u­la­tion was over, the real­iz­a­tion of what he had done struck Dan like 
a heavy blow. He yanked his hands away from his daugh­ter’s but­tocks, and pulled his face 
back from her breasts. The joy­ous ex­pres­sion on Trish’s face was the only thing that 
pre­ven­ted him from erupt­ing in ir­ra­tional an­ger.

	“All right, baby, get down,” he said, man­aging to keep his voice un­der con­trol.

	She mis­un­der­stood his calmness as she eased her­self off the chair. “I meant what I 
said, Daddy. I did have an or­gasm. Next time, I do want you to suck my tit­ties.”

	“There won’t be a next time,” he said sternly. “This was only an ac­ci­dent, noth­ing 
more. And I don’t want you to talk to me like that again.”

	Trish was stunned. He was the one that got hard! He was the one who put his face 
against her tits! Why was he act­ing like this now? It didn’t make any sense!

	“Okay, I won’t. I prom­ise. I’m go­ing to change my clothes, then clean up the house. Is 
that all right?”

	He knew he had hurt her with his sever­ity and by not try­ing to ex­plain, but there was 
no other way. If they talked about it, dis­cussed it, then he might never be able to con­trol his 
car­nal lust­ing for her. It had to be stopped, and now!

	“Yes, that’s fine. I’m go­ing to shower and take a nap. I don’t want to be dis­turbed by 
any­one. When I get up, we’ll go out to din­ner at any place you want.”

	“I un­der­stand,” she said bit­terly. “I’ll see you later.” When Trish got to her room and 
star­ted strip­ping off her things, she re­called what Doris had told her about men. Maybe she
was right. What had just happened was cer­tainly proof. As soon as he had shot off, her father
had be­come gruff and harsh. If it was al­ways like that, she wanted no part of it.

	As she wiped her soak­ing cunt with tis­sues, she thought about her little friend in the 
bath­room, and wondered if it wouldn’t be a lot bet­ter to just stick to that.


CHAPTER FOUR

	Her father was already in the shower by the time Trish went back down to be­gin the 
clean-up task. She at­tacked the job with a ven­geance, try­ing to work off her frus­tra­tion 
and keep her mind off all that had happened in the last few days. She dus­ted, pol­ished, 
va­cu­umed, then went through the kit­chen to fin­ish the straight­en­ing up Gayle had 
star­ted.

	By the time she was through, her nervous en­ergy had been spent, and she sat down at 
the kit­chen table with a bottle of pop be­fore go­ing up to bathe. A myriad of thoughts were 
run­ning through her mind, but she couldn’t fo­cus on any one for long.

	The phone rang, and she got up slug­gishly to an­swer it, all pre­pared to make 
ex­cuses for her father. To her sur­prise, it was Doris Hard­ing call­ing.

	“I’m sorry, Doris, but my dad’s sleep­ing, and he doesn’t want to be dis­turbed. Can I 
have him call you back?”

	“No, dear, it was you I wanted to talk to. I’m afraid we par­ted on a sour note, and I 
wanted to apo­lo­gize. I wanted you to know that I en­joyed very much what we did 
to­gether.”

	After what had happened with her father, Trish felt totally dif­fer­ent to­ward the 
wo­man now, and was ac­tu­ally happy to talk to her. “I liked it too, Doris. Very much.”

	“I was hop­ing you’d say that, honey. Now that you’ve had time to think about it, would 
you like to do it again? Not the same thing, of course. Next time we could make it much more 
in­ter­est­ing.”

	“I’m not sure ex­actly what you mean,” Trish said, already ex­cited over the pro­spect of 
see­ing the wo­man’s hairy cunt again.

	The blonde’s voice be­came very sul­try and sexy. “Well, dear, we could take all our 
clothes off, and then I could get down between your pretty thighs and lick your sweet little 
cunny. If you’d like, you could do that to me, too. We could suck each other’s tit­ties and 
everything. How does that sound?”

	Shivers of an­ti­cip­a­tion ran through the girl when she heard Doris talk like that. The 
wo­man really wanted her and wanted to please her. “It sounds far out, but how could we do 
it? I mean, where?”

	“I could pick you up to­mor­row,” Doris said, a note of ur­gency in her voice. “Any time 
you say. I’d bring you back here to my house. We’d be all alone, be­cause my hus­band’s 
go­ing out of town early in the morn­ing and won’t be back un­til late.”

	Trish leaned against the wall, feel­ing her legs go weak. She could al­most feel the 
wo­man’s tongue in her cunt. “I... I’d have to call you. I don’t know what my dad has planned. 
Would that be all right?”

	“Of course, Trish,” Doris said ec­stat­ic­ally. “Call me any time. I’ll be ready to come over 
on a mo­ment’s no­tice. It’s all set, then?”

	“Yes. Good­bye.”

	The prom­ised meet­ing lif­ted Trish’s spir­its con­sid­er­ably, and when she went 
up­stairs to bathe and dress, she was hum­ming to her­self. Things weren’t so bad after all. In 
less than twenty-four hours, she was go­ing to have a new and ex­cit­ing ex­per­i­ence, one 
that she could en­joy to the fullest.

	She was watch­ing tele­vi­sion in the liv­ing room when Dan came down, look­ing 
some­what con­trite. He went over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

	“Are we still friends, honey?”

	“Sure.”

	“Good. How about us go­ing to a movie, and then grabbing a bite at Henri’s? I know 
you like their shrimp.”

	“That sounds fine,” she said in­dif­fer­ently. “When do you want to go?”

	“Right now. Let’s get away from that damn phone and for­get everything for a while. 
Grab your purse, and I’ll go get the car star­ted.” He let her se­lect the show, which was a 
good one, and then they went to the res­taur­ant. Dur­ing din­ner, he talked and joked with 
her, and she soon for­got the earlier epis­ode be­cause of his warm and happy man­ner. By 
the time they were back in the car, she was once again very happy that he was her father.

	“To­night it’ll be just us, Trish,” he said, wend­ing his way through the even­ing traffic. 
“No calls, no vis­it­ors, no any­thing. I’ll even bet you a dol­lar a game I can beat you at 
check­ers.”

	“That sounds su­per.” Ex­pect­a­tions were be­gin­ning to grow in the girl. Per­haps 
there was an­other chance to get her father ex­cited enough to go all the way with her. She 
had a filmy neg­li­gee that hid noth­ing, which she had never worn. If she were to put that on 
when they got home, he would be able to see her body as though she were na­ked. That 
should get some­thing star­ted!

	“It’ll be ter­rific to spend a quiet even­ing for a change,” Dan was say­ing. “I’ve had 
about all the hand­shak­ing and speeches I want for a while.”

	“I know it’s been hard on you, Dad. You need the rest.” Trish had her plans all made 
when they parked the car and went into the house. Dan was turn­ing on the lights and she 
was on her way up­stairs when the phone rang.

	“Get that, will you, baby? Who­ever it is, I’m not in.” Go­ing to the kit­chen, Trish picked 
up the phone and heard Gayle’s voice. “Trish, honey, I must speak to your father. It’s 
ex­tremely im­port­ant.”

	“Couldn’t it wait till to­mor­row? He’s aw­fully tired.”

	“I’m afraid not. Please put him on.”

	Re­luct­antly, Trish called her dad and told him who it was. He looked ex­as­per­ated 
when he came in and took the re­ceiver from her hand.

	“What is it, Gayle?”

	“Dan, Mrs. Rath came by this even­ing to drop off all those let­ters for your sig­na­ture 
plus those two speeches you dic­tated to her. She tried your house, but you weren’t home. 
The let­ters have to go out to­mor­row.”

	“Trish and I were out for din­ner,” he ex­plained. “Couldn’t you bring them over? I’m 
really bushed.”

	“Darling, I would, but I’m already late for a wo­men voters meet­ing. You know how 
im­port­ant that is.”

	He sighed heav­ily. “Yes, I know. All right. I’ll come over and pick them up. Be there in a 
few minutes.”

	“Fine. Listen, Dan. I’m aw­fully sorry about blow­ing up like I did. I guess my nerves were
on edge.”

	“For­get it. I’ll see you to­mor­row some­time. Bet­ter get to that meet­ing. Good 
night.” Dan hung up and turned to his daugh­ter. “I have to make a quick trip to Gayle’s. It 
won’t take long. You get the checker board set up, okay?”

	“Sure.” She was glad he was go­ing to be out of the house for a while, as it would give 
her time to pre­pare her­self for what she hoped was go­ing to be a far out even­ing. By the 
time Dan star­ted the car she was already in her room, strip­ping.

	“He’s on his way,” Gayle said, re­pla­cing the re­ceiver in the cradle on the phone next 
to her. “Now, turn around and let’s have one last look.”

	Sally stood in front of her, dressed in a knee length pink peignoir made of gauzy nylon. 
Her pink nipples showed plainly through the gos­samer ma­ter­ial, as did the dark vee of 
pu­bic hair cov­er­ing her pel­vis.

	The girl’s long ebony hair had been plaited into two braids, which had been placed 
stra­tegic­ally over the twin mounds of her firm, proud tit­ties. With the light be­hind her, 
every curve and con­tour of her body was out­lined, and with her legs slightly par­ted, the 
curls in her crotch were vis­ible.

	“Is everything okay?” Sally asked as she spun around slowly.

	“Per­fect! Now, do you re­mem­ber everything I told you?”

	“Uh-huh. I’m sup­posed to walk around like this and get him hard, and then make him 
fuck me.”

	“And what else?” Gayle said sharply.

	“I, uhh, I’m sup­posed to suck him first, if he doesn’t want to screw me right away.” Sally 
frowned. “I still don’t get why you’re let­ting me do this. You never wanted a boy to touch me 
be­fore.”

	Gayle stood up and began check­ing the con­tents of her purse. “If you’d listen, you’d 
know why. I’ve done everything I can to get that man to marry me. And I mean everything! If I 
don’t nab him be­fore the elec­tion, he’ll think of an­other hun­dred ex­cuses to put it off. I 
just can’t take the chance.”

	“But what has this got to do with it?” Sally in­sisted, run­ning her hands down her body.

	“Good Lord, child, you cer­tainly can’t be that stu­pid! If he fucks you, and I’m sure he 
will, I’ll have a lever on him. I can tell him you con­fessed to me, and he’ll be afraid I’ll put the 
pres­sure on him. He can’t af­ford that kind of pub­li­city if he wants to be mayor.”

	“Oh.” Sally paused. “But what if he doesn’t?” Gayle star­ted for the door. “Listen, girl, if 
you want to live in that big house and be the mayor’s daugh­ter, you’d bet­ter make damn 
sure that he does. Do any­thing you have to, but make him fuck you. Un­der­stand?”

	“Yes, Mom. I’ve got it.”

	“I won’t be back for sev­eral hours, and Lon’s stay­ing with Paul all night, so you’ve got 
plenty of time. Just re­mem­ber that you’re do­ing this for all of us. Good luck.”

	When her mother had gone, Sally sat down in a chair, lif­ted the hem of the peignoir, 
and began fond­ling her cunt to get it good and wet, and also to make her nipples hard. The 
thought of se­du­cing Dan Chand­ler was wild, and it made her stom­ach flut­ter.

	When the apart­ment buzzer soun­ded some fif­teen minutes later, Sally was all 
pre­pared. She waltzed to the door on bare feet and threw it open, and when she saw the 
amazed look on Dan’s face, she knew she had it made.

	“Hi, Dan. C’mon in.”

	Dan’s heart leaped when he saw how the beau­ti­ful bru­nette was at­tired. She had the
ap­pear­ance of a fra­gile, vir­gin In­dian maiden about to of­fer her­self to some un­known 
God. He stood rooted for a mo­ment, then stepped past her, care­ful not to brush the 
poin­ted tits jut­ting out from her chest.

	“I came to pick up those pa­pers your mother called me about,” he said in a husky voice.

	“I know. Can you sit down for a second? They’re in my mom’s room. I just pol­ished my 
nails, and I want them to dry be­fore I go get them.”

	“All right.” He took a seat on the couch where she poin­ted, then leaned for­ward with 
el­bows on knees, strug­gling with the hot lust build­ing within him.

	Sally had moved over to stand with a table lamp dir­ectly be­hind her, and her tit­ties 
bobbed as she swung her hands to dry her nails. See­ing the mov­ing nipples and the dark 
cun­tal hair in her crotch made his prick be­gin to swell, and he was power­less to stop it.

	“Was the re­cep­tion a suc­cess?” the girl asked in­no­cently.

	“Yeah, it went off fine.” He looked around. “Where’s Lon?”

	“Stay­ing overnight with a buddy. Boy, mom was sure ticked off when she came home 
this af­ter­noon. I guess she thought you were go­ing to take her to bed when everything was
over.”

	“Whaaat?” The re­mark rocked him.

	“Oh, don’t worry. I know all about it. She’s never said any­thing, but I can tell. You two 
must really get with it, ‘cause she’s al­ways so happy af­ter­ward.”

	“Look, Sally, I don’t know what you think, but...!”

	“Hey, it’s okay,” she in­ter­rup­ted him. “I know darn well she can’t go without. Neither 
can you. If you two can swing to­gether, who’s it go­ing to hurt?” From the girl’s ob­vi­ous 
cer­tainty, he was sure Gayle must have made a slip. His cock was still harden­ing when he 
said, “I hope you haven’t said any­thing to Trish about this.”

	“I don’t think so.” Her eyes took on a bright and glassy look as she let her arms drop 
limply to her sides. “You know, I’ve dug on you for a long time, Dan. I was even jeal­ous of 
Mom when I found out you were fuck­ing her. I’ve even dreamed about you, do you know 
that?” The in­ner battle was still go­ing on in Dan’s mind as he let his eyes scan the lovely 
nymph’s body, but the crav­ing in his groin was win­ning. The sight of her lithe, supple fig­ure
barely hid­den un­der the thin gown was ag­on­iz­ing tor­ment, and was rap­idly melt­ing 
away all con­science.

	“I’m flattered, Sally, but you’re only a girl. I’m much too old for you to be in­ter­ested 
in.”

	“Not in my book,” she cooed, mov­ing her hips se­duct­ively as she walked over to 
stand in front of him. “Don’t you know that all girls want their men their moth­ers have? It’s 
kind of a psy­cho­lo­gical thing. Sort of a com­pet­i­tion to prove that they’re as much of a 
wo­man as their moth­ers are.”

	“That’s pretty deep for a four­teen-year-old, isn’t it?” he rasped, un­avoid­ably star­ing 
at the black patch of hair in front of his eyes. He wanted to lean back, but his stiff or­gan 
would have been too no­tice­able.

	“I don’t think so. Any­way, it’s true. Do you know what I did last night? I laid in bed and 
fingered my­self, pre­tend­ing it was you. I had the wild­est or­gasm ever!”

	“Sally,” he said hoarsely, “let’s knock off this kind of talk be­fore we both get into 
trouble. You know noth­ing can ever hap­pen between us.”

	She sank down in front of him and pressed her tits against his knees. “But I want it to, 
Dan! I want you to fuck me like you do my mother! I want to feel your prick way up in­side 
me, all hot, and hard and strong! I want you to make me cum, Dan!”

	He star­ted to protest, but be­fore he could get the words out she had pushed his legs 
apart and bent for­ward to press her face against his fly. Then she was nuzz­ling his balls and 
his ri­gid tool.

	“Stop it, Sally!” he barked. “This is im­possible!”

	“But you’re so hard, Dan!” she whimpered, her voice muffled by his pants. “I can feel it 
beat­ing! I want it! I want it more than any­thing!” Lean­ing back with all res­ist­ance gone, he
reached out and began caress­ing the top of her head as she kissed the bulge in his trousers. 
“Oh, baby! God! You’re too much! I’ve wanted you, too!”

	“Ooo­hhh, Dddaaannn!” she groaned. “My darling! I want you so bad I hurt!” She lif­ted 
her head and care­fully pulled the zip­per down over the pro­tru­sion in his fly. His thick, 
blue-veined pis­ton popped out im­me­di­ately, and she closed her hand around the massive 
shaft. Her blue eyes were glazed as she stared at the huge knob of a cock­head with the tiny 
droplet of pre-cum shim­mer­ing in the slit in the end.

	“Lay down on the floor, Sally,” he moaned. “I’ll give it to you. All the way.”

	“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to taste it first.” Sally licked off the li­quid and savored 
it for a mo­ment, then began to swish her tongue all around the crown of his dick. When she 
had done that for a minute, she par­ted her lips and slipped them over his or­gan, tak­ing it 
into her mouth un­til it was touch­ing the back of her throat.

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM!” Dan 
auto­mat­ic­ally stiffened when he watched and felt her hot mouth en­gulf his pecker. Then 
he held her head tightly and began to hump off the cush­ion, strok­ing his mem­ber in and 
out slowly as though he were fuck­ing her cunt.

	“SALLY! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OOO­HHH, DAMN! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! DO IT, 
SWEET­HEART! SUCK IT! GG­GAAAHHH! HARDER, HONEY! USE YOUR TONGUE! THAT’S IT! 
WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	The girl was squirm­ing and hunch­ing her ass as he fucked her mouth with his 
gar­gan­tuan pole. This was the first time she had ever had a penis in her mouth, and it tasted
and felt so good she was as­ton­ished. Cun­tal cream had filled her crevice and it was 
run­ning down the in­sides of her thighs in rivu­lets.

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUN­NNFFF!” He re­leased her head and 
reached be­neath her for the firm, lush mounds that were rub­bing against the in­sides of his 
thighs. As he con­tin­ued to thrust his poker between her tight lips, he began squeez­ing and 
knead­ing the girl’s hard-nippled tit­ties.

	“SS­SUUUC­CCKKK! HH­HUUUNNN GGGHHH! OOO­HHH, JE­SUS! SALLY! I THINK 
YOU’RE WON­DER­FUL! AAARRRGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

	Sally hung onto the root of his cock and gripped his thigh when she felt his prick swell 
between her lips. Then a spew­ing tor­rent of thick, boil­ing jizz spur­ted into her mouth, 
spray­ing her ton­sils and throat and push­ing her cheeks out. She gulped it down thirstily, 
and had an or­gasm as the smooth cock­head jerked against her pal­ate.

	“UUUMMM ... UUUMMM ... UUUMMM ... UUUMMM!”

	“GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! GGAAAHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF! 
AAARRRGGGHHH! SS­SAAALLLLLLYYY! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!” Dan’s legs had shot 
straight out when the seeth­ing river of cum coursed through his joint. He tensed, his eye­lids 
fluttered, and his jaw hung slack. Then he slumped against the couch, weak from the ef­fort. 
The girl had given him a bet­ter blow job than Gayle ever had! She sucked the last drops from 
his cock, then pulled her mouth away and sat back on her haunches. There was a dif­fer­ent 
look in her eyes now. A crazed, lust­ful stare that was al­most sight­less. She grabbed for the 
bot­tom of her gown and yanked it off over her head, then threw her­self back on the floor 
with her legs drawn up and spread.

	“Don’t stop now!” she pleaded. “I’ve got to have a fuck! I’ve just got to! Please, Dan! 
Stick it in my cunt and fuck me till I die! Please/”

	See­ing her totally na­ked, with her firm tit­ties point­ing sky­ward and her pink, 
curl-fringed twat ooz­ing juice, was too much for him to res­ist. He slid off the couch and 
crawled over her, rest­ing on his el­bows as he lowered his still-hard pis­ton to her pussy. It 
took only an in­stant to in­sert the head, then he took hold of her shoulders and lunged 
up­ward, jam­ming his mon­strous prick in to the hilt.

	“WWWAAAHHH!” she shouted. “OOO­HHH, MY GG­GOOODDD! HH­HUUUHHH! IT’S 
CLEAR UP TO MY WAIST! AAARRRGGGHHH! DAN! DDDAAANNN! OH, IT’S SO WON­DER­FUL!
GG­GAAAHHH! DO IT TO ME, DAN! FUCK ME! HARD! I WANNA CUM! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!”

	Dan could scarcely be­lieve that any­thing could be so tight. Sally’s sheath closed 
around his cock like a fist, clench­ing it vise­like, then the head of his pecker hit her womb, 
and he felt a vi­ol­ent shud­der of bliss. No cunt he had ever fucked, noth­ing, com­pared to 
this!

	“UUUN­NNGGGHHH! SALLY! MY GOD, YOU’RE TIGHT! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK, BABY! 
HUNCH UP TO IT! OH, DAMN! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

	She was clutch­ing him to her, flat­ten­ing her tits against his chest as she heaved her 
ass off the floor to meet each of his power­ful thrusts. It seemed as though her belly was full 
of hard prick, and each time the tip slammed against her uterus a sharp de­light­ful shock 
went through her body.

	“FF­FUUUC­CCKKK MMMEEE! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! OH, DAN! I LOVE IT! I NEVER 
THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SO GG­GOOOOOODDD! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! FUCK ME! 
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! GG­GAAAHHH! HH­HUUUHHH!”

	After be­ing sucked off, Dan had thought he wouldn’t be able to cum again, or if he did 
it would take a long time. But the girl’s un­be­liev­able twat was quickly suck­ing an­other 
load from his balls, and it was mag­ni­fi­cent.

	“DO IT, SALLY! USE YOUR CUNT! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK, BABY! I’M GO­ING TO 
SHOOT OFF AGAIN! CUM, HONEY! CUM! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

	The suck­ing had aroused Sally to a frantic frenzy, and though she had had an or­gasm, 
Dan’s stabbing cock was quickly bring­ing her off again. Her whole be­ing seemed to be 
centered in her flam­ing twat, and her very soul was cry­ing out for an­other cli­max. She 
threw her legs around him and dug her heels into the crack of his ass as she gyr­ated like a 
de­mon on the pole em­bed­ded in her cunt.

	“FF­FUUUC­CCKKK! I’M ... GONNA ... CC­CUUUMMM! DDDAAANNN! NOW! NOW! 
NNNOOOWWW! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! OH, JE­SUS! GG­GAAAHHH! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OH! OH! OH! AAAHHH! AH! AH!”

	Know­ing he had brought her off triggered his ejac­u­la­tion, and seeth­ing jizz began 
pour­ing through his shaft and into her steamy twat. He dug his toes into the car­pet and 
stuffed his squirt­ing or­gan in to the root un­til the spew­ing jets had slowed to a stop.

	“UUUN­NNGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! SALLY! OH, BABY! YOU 
ARE SUCH A FANT­ASTIC FUCK! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	They lay there pant­ing for sev­eral seconds, then Dan began to slither his juice-soaked 
rod from her still-quiv­er­ing cunny and rolled over onto his back. It had been years since he 
had shot off twice in a row like that, and his sys­tem wasn’t used to it.

	“Wow, Dan!” Sally ex­claimed in a soft whis­per. “I sure didn’t ex­pect any­thing like 
that!”

	“Truth­fully, neither did I.” He grunted as he got to his feet, then stood there with his 
cock wilt­ing as he looked down at the girl’s limp, cur­va­ceous fig­ure. “Sally, I sup­pose I 
should say I’m sorry it happened, but I can’t. It was one of the most ex­cit­ing ex­per­i­ences 
of my life.” A tender smile curved her lips as she nod­ded. “I know. I feel the same way. I’ll 
never for­get it. Never!” He helped her up, handed her the dis­carded gown, then wiped his 
wet or­gan off with a handker­chief while she went to the bath­room. He had his cock put 
away by the time she re­turned with the peignoir on, car­ry­ing a thin briefcase.

	“Here are your pa­pers,” she said, hand­ing the case over.

	“Thanks.” He took her hand. “I, uhh, was won­der­ing whether you might, well, want to 
do this again.”

	She with­drew her hand and look at him with hurt in her deep blue eyes. “You know I 
de­lib­er­ately se­duced you, don’t you?”

	“Yes.”

	“Do you know why?”

	He was puzzled. “Well, frankly, I be­lieved what you told me—that you had a crush on 
me, and wanted me to fuck you. Was I wrong?”

	She lowered her eyes. “Partly. I did want you to fuck me. I have since I first met you. But 
the reason this all happened to­night was be­cause ... be­cause my mother wanted me to.”

	Dan was so jarred that when he opened his mouth to speak, noth­ing came out ex­cept 
gurg­ling sounds.

	“Please don’t be mad at me. Or her, either. She wants to marry you so much she’d do 
any­thing to get you.”

	He fi­nally found his voice. “Even to us­ing you? Like this?”

	“Yes.” Tears star­ted to well in her eyes and spill down over her cheeks. “But after we did 
it, I real­ized how much I really did love you. I... just had to tell you, Dan. I loved hav­ing you 
fuck me, so much!” When she threw her­self against him and began sob­bing, Dan held her 
and com­for­ted her. “It’s all right, dear. We both had a won­der­ful time. The reas­ons 
be­hind it aren’t that im­port­ant. We found some­thing we never would have had, 
oth­er­wise.” Sally pulled away and wiped the tears from her face. “You won’t tell Mom that I 
told, will you?”

	“Cer­tainly not. You can trust me. Now, go wash your face and go to bed. I have to 
leave, but I’ll see you to­mor­row.”


CHAPTER FIVE

	For one solid hour, Dan drove around the darkened streets, try­ing to give vent to his 
emo­tions be­fore re­turn­ing home to his daugh­ter. Sally’s con­fes­sion had rocked him 
hard, and now he wished he had real­ized how strong Gayle’s feel­ings had been be­fore he 
got in­volved so deeply.

	There was no doubt about one thing. Gayle would stop at noth­ing to get him to marry 
her.

	He stopped at his fa­vor­ite bar and went in to have two fast drinks while he mulled 
over the pos­sib­il­ity of the wo­man ac­tu­ally pro­sec­ut­ing him for stat­utory rape if she 
didn’t get her way. By the time he had got back in his car, he was sure she would.

	Ar­riv­ing home, he un­locked the door and car­ried the briefcase in­side to find Trish 
stretched out on the couch, sound asleep. He forced him­self to con­tinue on past the prone 
fig­ure of his lovely daugh­ter and went dir­ectly to the den, where he opened the case, then 
sat down at his desk to go over the im­port­ant elec­tion pa­pers.

	Con­cen­tra­tion was im­possible. The best he could do was to set the speeches aside 
for a later re­view, then sign the let­ters and pre­pare them for mail­ing. When that was 
ac­com­plished, he put out the light, went up­stairs to change into his robe, then came back 
down to the kit­chen to mix him­self a drink.

	Car­ry­ing the glass into the liv­ing room, he sat down quietly across from the couch, lit 
a ci­gar­ette, then gazed at his slum­ber­ing daugh­ter thought­fully.

	The memor­ies of his old­est girl, Ann, and his dead wife were like burn­ing coals 
in­side him as his eyes flit­ted over Trish’s still form. She was wear­ing a thin night­gown he 
had never seen, and her nipples and pu­bic hair showed darkly un­der the gauzy ma­ter­ial 
just as Sally’s had.

	What in God’s name am I do­ing? He thought in­cred­u­lously as his prick began to 
stiffen al­most im­per­cept­ibly. I must be go­ing out of my mind to let my sex life go ber­serk
like this!

	Trish stirred and mur­mured in her sleep, then drew her knees up. The gown fell back to 
her smoothly roun­ded hips and ex­posed the curly fleece that covered her cunt. Dan shivered
and tried to look away, but the downy fluff drew his eyes back like a power­ful mag­net.

	“I can’t!” he whispered, grip­ping the glass tightly. “I just can’t let it hap­pen again! This 
dam­nable crav­ing is ru­in­ing my life!”

	The low sound of his voice awakened Trish. She opened her eyes slowly and stretched, 
push­ing her poin­ted tits up against the flimsy gown. “Hi, Daddy. What time is it? I waited 
and waited for you.”

	“It’s al­most mid­night, honey. Sorry it took me so long. You should have gone to bed.” 
The girl pulled her nighty down, then twis­ted around to sit up and smile warmly at him. “You 
prom­ised me a game, re­mem­ber? It doesn’t have to be check­ers, though.” The mean­ing 
came through loud and clear, but Dan didn’t let it show. “We’ll have to make it some other 
time, baby. I’m go­ing to bed. I have to fly to the cap­itol first thing in the morn­ing for a 
con­fer­ence.”

	“Oh, no! How long will you be gone?”

	“Only to­mor­row. I’ll be back by sup­per time.”

	“Well, that won’t be so bad, then,” she said, a musky gleam com­ing into her eyes. “Will 
you do some­thing for me and carry me up and tuck me in like you used to when I was little?” 
Dan’s cock had already hardened into semi-erec­tion, and he was al­most afraid to touch her. 
“Don’t you think you’re a little old for that?” She un­wound from the couch sen­su­ously and 
walked over to him to bend down and put her hands on his shoulders. When she spoke, her 
voice was deep and croon­ing. “Why is it I’m al­ways too old for one thing and too young for 
an­other? Please, Daddy. Carry me to bed.” He didn’t want to, but still felt ashamed over his 
ac­tions that af­ter­noon. Put­ting his glass down and his ci­gar­ette out, he sighed and 
nod­ded. “All right. Turn out the lights and let’s go.” Trish hit all the switches, then in the dim 
glow com­ing down the stair­well, stepped over so close to him that her nipples were 
brush­ing his chest. When he swung her up eas­ily, she snuggled against him and res­ted her 
head on his shoulder, moan­ing softly deep in her throat.

	On the way up the stairs, Dan could feel the heat ex­ud­ing from her lithe, firm body 
and his poke began to dis­tend rap­idly. By the time they reached her room, his cock had 
poked out of the front of his robe and was dan­cing with pulsa­tions. He laid her on the 
turned down bed, then hast­ily covered him­self.

	The plan was work­ing, and Trish felt a sur­ging warmth flow through her as she quickly 
grabbed the hem of her gown and pulled it off over her head. “I’ve de­cided not to wear 
any­thing to bed any­more. It’s too un­com­fort­able. Be­sides, who’s go­ing to see me 
ex­cept you?”

	Dan sensed that he was be­ing trapped again, but couldn’t seem to res­ist star­ing at 
his daugh­ter’s lush, youth­ful fig­ure. Her pink-tipped tit­ties were rising and fall­ing, and she
had par­ted her legs just enough to give him a view of the fur-fringed slit of her cunt. But, 
though the sight was en­ti­cing, he was de­vout in his de­term­in­a­tion not to take 
ad­vant­age of it.

	“You’re right. It is more com­fort­able. Well, I’m go­ing to bed now. Give me a kiss.” 
Trish shif­ted, and when he bent down to touch his lips to hers, she dar­ted her hand into the 
open­ing of his robe and curled her tiny fin­gers around his ri­gid prick. Then she threw an 
arm around his neck and used all her weight and might to keep him from pulling away while 
she stroked the hairy muscle.

	“Uuummm!” she whimpered. “Uuummm! Uuummm!” Dan was caught off bal­ance by 
her sud­den move­ments, and sat down heav­ily on the side of the bed, feel­ing her tits 
flat­ten against his chest while her fist glided up and down his joint ex­pertly. Over­whelm­ing
lust gripped him when her hot tongue began to push between his lips and flick around the 
in­side of his mouth.

	She wanted to feel his heavy balls also, but was afraid to re­lease the fiery prick in her 
grasp. Spread­ing her legs, she pulled her feet up and arched off the bed, hop­ing fer­vently 
that he would put his hand on her flam­ing pussy and caress it.

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!” she moaned.

	He knew he should pull away, and wanted to, but the in­tense pas­sion he felt 
em­an­at­ing from her young body was too much for him. Re­turn­ing her kiss, he al­lowed 
her to con­tinue fond­ling his poker while he reached out to run a hand up and down the 
in­sides of her silky, quiv­er­ing thighs.

	Oh, God, please, Daddy! She thought, squirm­ing her hips and rais­ing them off the 
mat­tress. Put your fin­ger in me and feel how hot I am! Fin­ger my cunny! Ohhh, please!

	Dan was in­ex­tric­ably caught up in his daugh­ter’s fren­zied aban­don. Pulling his lips 
from hers, he leaned over and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth while he con­tin­ued to 
caress her thighs. While slosh­ing his tongue over the eraser­like point of her tit, he deftly 
par­ted the puffy lips of her steamy slash and star­ted to tease and tit­il­late her tiny nub­bin 
of a clit­oris.

	“OOO­HHH, DADDY! SUCK MY TITTY! HARD! FEEL MY CUNNY, TOO! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I’VE BEEN WAIT­ING FOR THIS ALL NIGHT! HH­HUUUHHH! JEEZ, IT 
FEELS SU­PER! GG­GAAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! SUCK BOTH OF THEM! PUT YOUR 
FIN­GER UP ME! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	With his ac­tions she knew there was no need for fear that he would pull away any 
longer. Un­wrap­ping her hand from his prick, she pushed his thick thighs apart and reached 
be­neath his ri­gid or­gan for his heavy scro­tum. She rolled the orbs in her hand for a 
mo­ment, but couldn’t res­ist go­ing back to the hard joint and its huge, smooth head.

	“FIN­GER ME, DADDY! PLEASE! MAKE ME CUM REAL HARD! I WANT TO SO BAD! 
HH­HUUUHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OOO­HHH! OOO­HHH! GG­GAAAHHH!”

	“Baby, this is no good!” he rasped an­guisingly as he raised his head from her tit. “We’ll 
go too far! Neither of us want that!”

	“YES, I DO, DADDY!” she sobbed loudly, tak­ing his hand and press­ing it tightly against 
her twat. “I WANT EVERYTHING! DON’T STOP! PLEASE! DO EVERYTHING TO ME THAT YOU 
DID TO MOMMY! OH, DADDY! GODDD!”

	As he looked at her vi­ol­ently trem­bling body and felt her hand squeez­ing his tool, 
guilt flooded Dan’s mind. It would be in­hu­man to leave her like that without sat­is­fac­tion. 
Once aroused, every per­son feels a need for re­lease, even a girl as young as Trish.

	“All right, sweet­heart, I’ll make you cum, but I’ll do it my way. All you have to do is lie 
back and let it hap­pen.”

	“YES! ANY­THING! JUST DO IT! OOO­HHH, JEEEEEEZZZ!” Ex­tract­ing his cock from her 
fist, Dan stood up and stripped off his robe. Then he moved to the foot of the bed and lay 
down between the girl’s spread legs. Look­ing into her pink par­ted slit with the flut­ter­ing 
in­ner folds made his balls ache with lust, but he wasn’t go­ing to al­low him­self the 
priv­ilege of fuck­ing her. In­stead, he began kiss­ing her thighs and fleecy pel­vis, work­ing 
gradu­ally around to her deep cun­tal slash.

	“DADDY! OH, GOD, KISS ME ALL OVER DOWN THERE! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOODDD! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! PLEASE KISS ME! YOUR BREATH IS SO HOT! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OOO­HHH! OOO­HHH!”

	Dan’s throb­bing dick was grind­ing into the mat­tress as he gently lif­ted the girl’s legs
and draped them over his shoulders and down his back. With her soft thighs pressed against 
his ears, he sep­ar­ated her canyon with his tongue and began to suck ten­derly on her clit. 
The in­stant the hard little mem­ber was between his lips, Trish star­ted grind­ing her snatch 
against his face and hump­ing her hips.

	“DDDAAAD­DDDDDYYY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! THERE! OOO­HHH, WOW! I CAN’T 
STAND IT, IT FEELS SO GOOD! LICK ME, DAD! I CAN FEEL IT ALL OVER! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! 
HUH! HUH! DON’T EVER STOP!”

	Trish was look­ing between her tits at the top of her father’s head as she twis­ted and 
squirmed with rap­ture. This was what they meant by eat­ing a pussy, and it was won­der­ful! 
It ex­cited her bey­ond be­lief, more than any­thing that had ever happened to her!

	“Uuun­nnfff! Uuun­nnggghhh! Uuun­nnfff! Uuun­nnfff!” Dan was now swab­bing her 
en­tire fur­row with his tongue, from her clit to her puckered bung. He was hav­ing a 
dif­fi­cult time keep­ing his face in the writh­ing, buck­ing crevice, but he man­aged. Her 
cun­tal honey was drain­ing into his mouth, and he savored each de­li­cious drop be­fore 
swal­low­ing it.

	“DAD, IN­SIDE ME! PLEASE! PUT IT IN MY HOLE! I’M GO­ING CRAZY! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OH! OH! OH! LICK ME WAY UP IN­SIDE! 
GG­GAAAHHH! GG­GAAAHHH!”

	His whiskered cheeks were chaf­ing the in­sides of her legs, but she was un­mind­ful of 
it. All she could think of was the grow­ing sen­sa­tion of ec­stasy filling her belly and mak­ing 
her nipples tingle. It was al­most more than she could stand, but she knew what the even­tual 
out­come was go­ing to be and awaited it anxiously.

	He was now swirl­ing his tongue in her cun­tal ori­fice, push­ing it in as far as he could 
and rim­ming the hole. His nose was pressed against her clit, his chin bobbled against her 
as­shole, and his en­tire be­ing was filled with the glor­i­ous aroma of her juicy twat.

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!”

	“DAD! OH! OH! IT’S HAP­PEN­ING! HH­HUUUGGGHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! 
DAAAD­DDDDDYYY! I’M GO­ING TO CUM! MORE, OH MORE! GAAAHHH! I’M ... 
CUUUMMMII­IN­NNGGG! HUH! HUH! HUH! AH! AH! AAAHHH!” The girl lurched off the off 
the bed, her face con­tor­ted. Shud­ders began in her pal­pit­at­ing ab­do­men and spread 
out to her limbs un­til she was shak­ing like a spas­tic. Her heels dug into his back, and her 
hands were pulling his face into her crotch. Then, with one vi­ol­ent spasm, she sank down 
and groaned.

	“Ooo­hhh, Daddy! Wow! I really did it! You did it to me! I feel so beau­ti­ful I could cry!” 
Dan grunted as he pushed him­self off the bed and stood up. He wiped a hand across his 
milk-covered face, then reached down to the floor for his robe. “You should be con­tent now, 
honey. I’m go­ing to hit the sack.” Her half-closed eyes popped open and she poin­ted at the 
huge, blue-veined prick jut­ting out from his pel­vis. “Like that?”

	“Yes, like that. Good night, sweet­heart.” He turned and star­ted for the door.

	“No, I can’t let you!” Trish shouted, bound­ing out of bed to throw her­self at his feet. 
She bur­ied her face in his hairy pel­vis and rubbed her cheek against his stiff erec­tion. “Don’t
do this to me! Oh, Daddy, don’t! You can’t leave me like this! I want to take care of it for you!”

	Dan was as­ton­ished when he put a hand on her beau­ti­ful au­burn tresses and found
he could not push her away. She was nuzz­ling his groin and rub­bing her hands over his 
but­tocks as she crushed her firm girl­ish tits against his thighs. A quak­ing began in his legs 
that he couldn’t con­trol.

	“Please, Trish! Go back to bed and for­get it! What’s done is done, but we can’t do any 
more!”

	“Oh, God, Daddy! God!” Her voice was a gut­tural mur­mur when she began nib­bling 
the side of his gar­gan­tuan prick as she had seen Gayle do. She worked out to the swollen 
purple cock­head, then back down the other side while her fin­gers dug into his ass cheeks.

	“Honey, you can’t do that!” he rasped, star­ing at the deep crack between her roun­ded 
buns.

	“You did it to me,” she whispered, scarcely re­mov­ing her, lips from his or­gan, “and I 
want to do it to you.”

	She moved her mouth back to the knob at the end and began to lick the crown with her
lips par­ted. His male odor was fant­astic, and the slick head slid de­li­ciously over her 
slath­er­ing tongue.

	The robe slipped from his limp fin­gers to the floor. “Baby, this is im­possible! I’m too 
hot! I might cum in your mouth!”

	“Umm-huummm!” she said, nod­ding her head with her mouth full of cock. Then she 
slid her lips down his shaft, en­gulf­ing al­most all of the massive muscle, and began to suck 
vo­ra­ciously. “Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummm!”

	Dan stiffened and his but­tocks tensed when he watched his strain­ing prick dis­ap­pear
into the girl’s mouth. Then, when she star­ted tug­ging and pulling on the aching tool, he 
be­came help­less and began thrust­ing his hips for­ward to fuck her between the lips.

	“UUUN­NNGGGHHH! TRISH! OH, CHRIST! UNGH! UNGH! SUCK IT, HONEY! SUCK ME 
OFF! HH­HUUUN­NNFFF! JE­SUS! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! BLOW ME, BABY! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	Trish now knew why girls liked to suck cocks. It was thrill­ing to have a man un­der your 
power like that with his mon­strous pole stabbing into your mouth. She felt her cun­tal milk 
drip­ping onto her ankles as she star­ted bob­bing her head and slurp­ing nois­ily and wetly 
on the tasty prick.

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!” He couldn’t have stopped his sperm 
even if he’d wanted to. It was a boil­ing, bub­bling river of lava rising through his pel­vis 
to­ward his joint. Eat­ing her snatch had aroused him too much, and the stream could not be 
checked.

	“SUCK IT, SWEET! OH, DAMN! I’M GO­ING TO ... CUM! BLOW ME, TRISH! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! USE YOUR MOUTH, DARLING! AAAGGGHHH! HUNGGGHHH! 
UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! BABY! TRRRIIISSSHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF!”

	Trish was still nod­ding and suck­ing greed­ily when she felt the or­gan in her mouth 
jerk and swell. Then a tor­rent of seeth­ing se­men gushed against her ton­sils and splattered 
against her pal­ate. She tried vali­antly to gulp it all down, but the spew­ing gey­ser was too 
much for her small mouth and some of it dribbled out to drip off her chin. “UUUMMM ... 
UUUMMM ... UUUMMM ... UUUMMM!”

	Dan was shak­ing vis­ibly when he slowly with­drew his drained pole from her mouth 
and stepped back­ward. When he saw the droplets of his own cum ooze from her mouth and 
fall onto her firm, bare breasts he covered his face with his hands and moaned in agony.

	“What’s the mat­ter, Daddy?” Trish asked anxiously, leap­ing to her feet. “Did I do it 
wrong?” He dropped his arms and shook his head sadly as he picked up his robe. “No, darling,
what I did was wrong. All of it. I’m about the lous­i­est father there ever was. Get cleaned up 
and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morn­ing.”

	Trish watched her father shuffle off down the hall without know­ing what to do or say. 
He had seemed to genu­inely en­joy what they had done, yet for some reason he be­came 
de­pressed as soon as it was over, just as he had in the chair. She wiped the cum off her chin 
and tits, licked her fin­gers off, then walked down to the bath­room.

	She wiped her­self off with a damp wash cloth and dried, all the while think­ing that she
was go­ing to find some way to sat­isfy her father if it took the rest of her life. Evid­ently Gayle
did, and most as­suredly her mother had, and she was as much a wo­man as either of them.

	Her father had already left for the air­port when Trish woke up a little be­fore nine the 
next morn­ing. She took a leis­urely shower, dressed in shorts and a sweater without any 
un­der­things, then went down for break­fast. There was a note on the kit­chen table from 
Dan say­ing he was sorry and that they would talk about it when he got home that even­ing.

	She straightened up the house, then sat down in front of the tele­vi­sion to watch a 
movie and to think about whether or not to call Doris Hard­ing. It was a hard de­cision to 
make, as she still had a lat­ent fear of be­come a les­bian, but she should at least tell the 
wo­man she wouldn’t be com­ing over.

	Fi­nally, she got up re­luct­antly and went to the kit­chen and the phone. Her hand was 
clasp­ing the re­ceiver in­de­cis­ively when the in­stru­ment rang, start­ling her. She yanked it
off the hook and put it to her ear.

	“It’s Sally, Trish. What’s hap­pen­ing?”

	“Noth­ing much. I’m just sit­ting here think­ing about what I should do today. What’s 
new with you?”

	Sally hes­it­ated, then asked, “Is your dad home?”

	“Huh-uh. He flew to the cap­itol. Be back to­night, though. Why?”

	“No reason. Just thought I’d ask. Did he, uhh, say any­thing when he got home last 
night?” Trish was be­gin­ning to get sus­pi­cious about the tone of the girl’s voice. “Noth­ing 
in par­tic­u­lar. How come all the ques­tions?”

	“My mom’s on her way over to see him.” An­other pause. “Kid, I think they’re go­ing to 
get mar­ried for sure, now.”

	“How do you know that?”

	“I just do, that’s all. Can we still be friends, no mat­ter what?”

	“For God’s sake, yes!” Trish answered with ex­as­per­a­tion. “I can’t fig­ure out why 
you’re be­ing so darn mys­ter­i­ous.”

	“I’ll tell you about it later. Listen, kid, I gotta go now. My mom should be there in a 
couple of minutes. If she says any­thing to you, wait till I ex­plain be­fore you make up your 
mind. ‘Bye.” The line went dead and Trish hung up the re­ceiver, a frown of puz­zle­ment on 
her face. She stood look­ing at the phone for a minute, then de­cided not to call Doris un­til 
Gayle had come and gone. Open­ing a bottle of pop, she car­ried it to the liv­ing room and 
plopped down to wait for Sally’s mother. The wait las­ted only five minutes.

	“Hello, dear,” Gayle said as she breezed in. “Is your dad here? I’d like to see him for a 
minute.”

	“No, he’s at the cap­itol. He said he’d be home for sup­per.”

	“Oh? He didn’t tell me any­thing about a trip.”

	“Well, I guess it came up at the last minute,” Trish said, try­ing to be dip­lo­matic.

	The wo­man strode over to a chair and sat down. “Well, then, sup­pose we have that 
little talk. This is as good a time as any.”

	“Okay.” Trish re­sumed her seat, curi­ous as to what was com­ing.

	Gayle smiled broadly as she took ci­gar­ettes from her purse and lit one. “You know, 
dear, it can be very try­ing for a girl to be without a mother. I think we’re go­ing to solve that 
soon, but right now I want to help all I can.”

	“Yes, ma’am.”

	“I as­sume you began your peri­ods some time ago?”

	“Uh-huh. Last year.”

	“Good. I’m sure you know how to take care of your­self in that de­part­ment. Now, do 
you know about sex? What a girl should and shouldn’t do?”

	“Some of it.” Trish was be­com­ing em­bar­rassed. She wanted to learn a few things, but
not ne­ces­sar­ily from Gayle.

	The wo­man went blithely on. “Do you know about the re­pro­duct­ive sys­tems? How a
man enters a wo­man for in­ter­course?”

	“Yes. Well, I mean, some of it.”

	Gayle tapped her ci­gar­ette in an ash tray. “I’m go­ing to ex­plain it, but I’m go­ing to 
use some blunt terms be­cause you’ll be hear­ing things from the girls, and I don’t want you 
to get all con­fused. Okay?”

	“I sup­pose so.”

	“Fine. Now, a man is equipped with a penis that is some­times called a cock, or a prick, 
or an or­gan, or whatever. He also has a set of testicles that are com­monly re­ferred to as 
balls, gon­ads, nuts and other things. Got that?”

	“Yes,” Trish answered, won­der­ing if the wo­man thought she was stu­pid or 
some­thing.

	“All right, a man’s cock gets hard, and when it does, he wants to put it into a wo­man. 
The place where you men­stru­ate from. A girl spread her legs and lets him stick it in, then he 
shoots sperm into her. That’s fuck­ing, or screw­ing, or banging, or get­ting laid. Is everything 
clear so far?”

	The girl nod­ded si­lently.

	“Now, males and fe­males can ac­com­plish the same thing by what is called 
mas­turb­at­ing, or jack­ing off. A man does it by us­ing his fist to pump his cock, and a 
fe­male by stick­ing her fin­ger or some­thing else up her cunt. Have you ever done that?”

	“No.” Trish lied, think­ing it was none of her busi­ness.

	A strange look came into Gayle’s eyes, then she asked, “Have you heard about other 
ways of mak­ing love? Like between boys and boys, and girls and girls? Or oral or anal sex?”

	The girl still felt en­titled to say no, and she did.

	“Well, there are many other things. Today, I only wanted to give you the 
fun­da­ment­als. We’ll have many other dis­cus­sions about it, and I’ll ex­plain everything to 
you.” Gayle put out her ci­gar­ette butt and leaned back. “I have some­thing else to tell you. I 
be­lieve your father and I will be mar­ried at the first op­por­tun­ity. Does that sur­prise you?”

	“I guess not. You’ve been see­ing a lot of each other.” The wo­man smiled wryly. “Yes, 
in­deed we have. I think it would be won­der­ful if both our fam­il­ies were united. We all get 
along so well to­gether, don’t you think?”

	“Yeah, I sup­pose.”

	“I must be go­ing now, dear.” Gayle picked up her purse and star­ted for the door, then 
stopped. “Will you please have your father call me at home the minute he gets in? I have 
some­thing ur­gent to dis­cuss with him.”

	“Sure, I’ll tell him.” Trish waited un­til Gayle had her hand on the door knob, then asked, 
“How come you’re so sure my dad wants to get mar­ried right now? He hasn’t told me 
any­thing about it.”

	Gayle opened the door and gave the girl a twis­ted grin. “If we don’t get mar­ried, I’m 
pos­it­ive you’ll know all about it. Be good. ‘Bye.”

	Trish stared at the closed door with won­der­ment.


CHAPTER SIX

	Both Sally and her mother had con­fused Trish with their very strange at­ti­tudes, and 
she was more than a little up­set. For some reason they didn’t seem to want to share a secret 
they knew that had some­thing to do with her father. It hurt not to be con­fided in, 
es­pe­cially when whatever it was ap­peared to con­cern her.

	De­cid­ing to put it out of her mind un­til her dad got home, she had just turned her 
at­ten­tion back to the TV when the door­bell rang again. She jumped up to an­swer it, 
hop­ing it was Sally so that she could pump some in­form­a­tion from her friend, but when 
she flung open the door, she found Sally’s brother there in­stead.

	“Oh, hi, Lon.”

	“Hi. I see my mother’s car isn’t here. Sally said she was on her way over. Has she been 
here yet?”

	“You just missed her. She left about ten minutes ago.” Trish watched a look of 
con­sterna­tion come over the boy’s face. He was slim, dark, and had black curly hair, and 
though a very good-look­ing boy, she hadn’t had much to do with him be­cause of the 
dif­fer­ence in their ages. Then too, he al­ways seemed to be with the boys.

	“Damn!” he muttered. “Did she say where she was go­ing?”

	“Huh-uh. Do you want to come in and call Sally? She might know.”

	“Yeah, I’d bet­ter,” he said, step­ping in­side. “She told me to pick up some en­vel­opes 
to mail some stuff out for your dad, but she for­got to leave me any money, and I don’t have 
any bread.”

	“You know where the phone is,” Trish said, point­ing to­ward the kit­chen. “Let me talk 
to her when you’re through.”

	“Okay.”

	Trish stood wait­ing in the middle of the room while he went to make his call. She 
re­membered what Sally had said, and wondered how of­ten the boy jacked off and where he 
did it. When he came back, she couldn’t help glan­cing at the bulge be­hind the fly of his tight
jeans, guess­ing at the size of his cock.

	“No an­swer, damn it. What the hell am I sup­posed to do now? She said she had to 
have those frig­ging en­vel­opes this af­ter­noon.”

	Aler­ted now to sex, Trish found her­self get­ting warm at the thought of be­ing alone 
in the house with the boy. Her feel­ings be­came more in­tense when she no­ticed that he 
was star­ing at her bra­less tits and the bulges her nipples made in her tight sweater. Then he 
was look­ing at her bare legs, lick­ing his lips and swal­low­ing hard.

	“Hey, I know! I’ve got some money up­stairs in my purse. How much do you need?” He 
lif­ted and dropped his slim shoulders. “I dunno. I guess five bucks ought to do it.”

	“I think I’ve got that much. Let’s go see.” Trish led the way up the stairs, de­lib­er­ately 
swiv­el­ing her firm ass cheeks. It was a nasty thing to do, but she wanted to see if she could 
make him get hard. It would be funny to watch him squirm while his prick swelled in his pants.
When they reached the door to her room, she stopped sud­denly and spun around, hit­ting 
him in the chest with her tit­ties.

	“Oh, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were be­hind me.” His face reddened, but
he grinned. “That’s okay.” Step­ping to the dresser, Trish opened her purse and coun­ted out 
some bills. “Nope. Only three dol­lars. Let me check my jew­elry box.” As she stood there, 
mak­ing a big pro­duc­tion out of search­ing through the box, she saw in the mir­ror that he 
had stepped up dir­ectly be­hind her. She bent over, pre­tend­ing to peer closer, and pushed 
her ass against his pel­vis. He was get­ting hard! “Find any­thing?” he asked husk­ily, not 
back­ing away but let­ting his harden­ing peter rub against the deep crevice in her shorts.

	“Still look­ing.” The glow was be­com­ing hot­ter now as she felt his poker rise against 
her. What if...?

	In a mo­ment she found the bills that she knew were there all along, held them up 
si­lently as she straightened up, then placed them atop the oth­ers, try­ing to look as sul­try 
as she could as she stared at his re­flec­tion.

	“You’ve saved the day,” he mur­mured, bend­ing down to kiss the side of her neck as his
hands slipped un­der her arms and cupped her large boobs. “Uuummm!”

	“Don’t Lon,” she whispered, thrill­ing at the feel of his stiff rod against her ass and the 
gentle squeez­ing of her tits.

	“You’re really some­thing else.” He turned her half around and put his lips on hers. 
When his tongue began prob­ing her mouth, he slid a hand down across her belly and began 
caress­ing her cunt.

	Trish wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to melt against him and let his hands roam all 
over her body, but she was afraid of what might hap­pen. She would have per­mit­ted him to 
fin­ger her tingling cunny, but didn’t want him to put his prick in her.

	“Please, Lon,” she gasped, pulling back. “We shouldn’t be do­ing this.”

	“What the hell are you, a tease?” He pulled her to him roughly and jammed his ri­gid 
or­gan against her belly. As he kissed her again with flam­ing pas­sion, his hands gripped and 
kneaded her taut ass cheeks.

	She was amazed at the size and hard­ness of his muscle and how won­der­ful it was to 
be held like that. Put­ting her arms around his neck, she crushed her tit­ties against his chest 
and re­spon­ded to his kiss with all the de­sire in her. She was so wrapped up in her 
de­li­rium that she didn’t real­ize he had un­zipped her shorts un­til he was tug­ging them 
down.

	“No! I can’t! Don’t!” She grabbed for his hands, but he was too strong for her. When he 
began wrest­ling her to­ward the bed, she be­came frightened, re­mem­ber­ing all she had 
heard about be­ing raped. “Don’t! Lon! Please!”

	“You’re hot­ter than hell and so am I!” he said hoarsely, push­ing her down on her back 
and yank­ing her shorts down her legs. He threw the shorts aside, then opened his fly and 
took out his long, thick cock. The shaft was throb­bing, and a droplet of pre-cum hung in the 
tiny pee slit. “I want you, Trish! Real bad!”

	When she raised her head to look at the im­mense tool jut­ting out of his pants a 
mewl­ing whim­per came from deep in her throat. She did want that thing in­side her! This 
was a real chance to be fucked for the first time! But she was so scared! So ter­ribly scared!

	“Please, Lon! Oh, please!”

	He mis­took her plaint­ive cries for plead­ing, and there was a lust­ful smirk on his face 
as he dropped down on top of her and forced her legs apart with his hips. “Sure, chick. I’ll give
it to you. Real good. Just open up and let me in.”

	Trish was ashamed that she was wet when she felt the fiery head of his cock bump­ing 
against her twat, but she couldn’t seem to stop the quiv­er­ing pal­pit­a­tions in her pussy. 
She lay there limply, not know­ing whether to fight or to let him stab her with his thick tool.

	“Lon, I’ve never done this be­fore! Hon­est!”

	“Shit! With a body like that?” He put his hands un­der her shoulders, then squirmed 
around and braced his knees, rub­bing the knob of his mem­ber in her creamy canyon. “Put it 
in, Trish!”

	“I can’t!”

	“Then I will!” He man­euvered around un­til his cock­head was lodged against her 
cun­tal open­ing. Then he nuzzled his face into her neck and pushed for­ward, worm­ing his 
aching pole into her slick va­gina. “Hh­huuun­nnggghhh! Ooo­hhh, shit! Gg­gaaahhh!”

	Trish sucked in her breath when her ori­fice stretched around the in­vad­ing prick. Then 
she let out a scream when the massive shaft began plow­ing into her belly.

	“LONNN! DON’T! WAAAHHH! WAAAHHH! OH, GOD, STOP! IT’S TOO BIG! I CANT TAKE 
IT! LON! NO! NO! OOO­HHH, JE­SUS!”

	The boy was bey­ond stop­ping. He couldn’t, not with that hot slimy tube glid­ing over 
his dick. He kept cram­ming it in slowly un­til it was bur­ied to the root and the tip of his 
pis­ton was press­ing against her womb.

	“TRISH! OH, FUCK! WHAT A CUNT! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! IT’S TOO MUCH! 
WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! FUCK, BABY! FUCK! AAAGGGHHH!”

	When the ini­tial plunge was over, and the stark pangs of pain had sub­sided, Trish 
real­ized gradu­ally that she could feel the mon­strous cock pulsing against her in­test­ines. 
The shaft was hot against the walls of her va­gina, and the head punch­ing against the 
open­ing of her uterus was send­ing thrill­ing tingles to all parts of her body, par­tic­u­larly 
her tits. She began to re­lax and cau­tiously put her arms around the boy.

	“It really hurt at first, Lon! God!”

	“It won’t now, baby! Lift your legs up and I’ll give you a real fuck!” She obeyed, pulling 
her knees up, then he began to stroke his or­gan in and out the full length. Feel­ing dizzy with
rap­ture, and astoun­ded at the tre­mend­ous de­light the fuck­ing gave her, she began to 
help him by buck­ing and writh­ing her cunny on his spear­ing staff.

	“DO IT TO ME!” she sobbed with bliss. “FUCK ME, LON! MAKE ME HAVE A CLI­MAX! 
MAKE ME CUM! HH­HUUUHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OOO­HHH, JEEZ’ THAT FEELS GOOD! 
AAARRRGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	He con­tin­ued to pen­et­rate her again and again, with­draw­ing to the end, then 
driv­ing his tool in all the way to the hilt. His body shivered with each stroke, and his breath 
was com­ing heavy.

	“FUCK! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OOO­HHH, DAMN! YOU’RE REALLY A FANT­ASTIC PIECE, 
TRISH! GOD! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH!”

	The girl barely heard him. There was a ringing and pound­ing in her ears, and each time 
Lon thrust his prick into her, she felt as though it was go­ing to reach her throat. She was 
claw­ing at his back now, hunch­ing and heav­ing off the mat­tress to force his dick into every
nook and cranny of her pussy. His open zip­per was scrap­ing her cunny, but that wasn’t 
im­port­ant. The only thing that mattered was cum­ming!

	“HARDER, LON! DO IT HARDER! PUSH IT DEEP! GAAAHHH! OH, GOD! THIS IS HEAVEN! 
HH­HUUUHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! IT WON’T TAKE ME LONG! MAKE ME CUM! CUM! CUM!”

	Lon had picked up mo­mentum and was fuck­ing her al­most vi­ciously, banging his 
pel­vis against hers each time he drove his rod into her. The tight, milky sheath was suck­ing 
the jizz from his balls at a rapid rate, and he knew it wouldn’t be long be­fore he blew off.

	“I’M ... GONNA ... CUM ... PRETTY ... SOON! FUCK, KID! HUNCH YOUR ASS! OH, SHIT! 
UNGH! UNGH! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! I’M GONNA FILL YOUR PUSSY! GOD, WHAT A TIGHT 
ONE! UNGH! UNGH!”

	Trish could con­tain her­self no longer. Or­gasm was blos­som­ing in her groin, and 
there was noth­ing she could do to hold it back.

	“NOW, LON! OOO­HHH, NOWWW! HH­HUUUHHH! I’M CUM­MING! I AM! GODDD! 
WWWAAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH! LONNN! OH! OH! OH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!”

	When the girl’s cun­tal muscles con­trac­ted in spasms on his cock and squeezed it 
even more tightly, a co­pi­ous flood of sperm flowed through his jerking penis and shot out 
of it like a spew­ing fire hose. He went ri­gid on top of her as his balls emp­tied, then he 
slumped down with a gut­tural groan.

	The girl had felt the splash of his jizz against her womb, and it heightened her glor­i­ous
de­light. It wasn’t un­til the hard, shock­ing spasms in her cunt had ceased that she real­ized 
his cum was trick­ling out past his em­bed­ded tool and trick­ling down the crack of her ass.

	“Ooo­hhh, God, that was ter­rific!” she simpered. “My cli­max was so su­per I al­most 
passed out! Uuummm! Uuummm!”

	“Wheeew!” Lon paused a mo­ment, then backed out from between her legs, slither­ing 
his pole from the depths of her cunt. He stood and looked down at her pink, hair-fringed 
cunny that was ooz­ing fuck juice. “Don’t tell me that was your first fuck. God, you’re bet­ter 
than my sis­ter!”

	His com­ment didn’t pen­et­rate for a second, but when it did she sat up ab­ruptly, 
wide-eyed. “Sally? You’ve fucked Sally?”

	“I shouldn’t have said that. I just meant that she’s older and stuff, and she’s prob­ably 
had it be­fore.” He turned quickly and went to the dresser for some tis­sues to wipe his 
fuck-soaked prick.

	Trish sat where she was, feel­ing the warm fluid puddle around her as­shole on the 
bed­spread. “Are you telling me the truth, Lon? Have you ever done any­thing with Sally?”

	“Nah. Christ, she’s my sis­ter. Why would I mess around with her? There’s plenty of 
other stuff around.”

	She wanted to say some­thing more, but the puddle was get­ting too un­com­fort­able.
Rolling over, she slid off the bed, still eye­ing the pool of white li­quid. Pick­ing up her shorts, 
she star­ted for the door with her legs squeezed to­gether.

	“I have to go to the bath­room, Lon. Pick up the money and I’ll meet you down­stairs.” 
It took sev­eral minutes for Trish to clean up the mess in her crotch, and she con­cen­trated 
on it so hard she didn’t think of any­thing else. But when she was dressed again and head­ing 
down the stairs, she wondered whether Lon had made a slip of the tongue, or was ly­ing.

	He was stand­ing by the front door with a wide grin on his face when she reached the 
first floor. “That was really far out, Trish. How about if we try it again some­time?”

	“I don’t know. You’re not go­ing to tell, are you?”

	“Shit, no. I might get in trouble if I did. I’m not dumb, you know.”

	“Okay. I’ll let you know what I de­cide. You’d bet­ter go get those en­vel­opes.”

	“Right on. See ya.”

	He opened the door to go out and al­most ran dir­ectly into Doris Hard­ing.

	“Oh, ex­cuse me!” Lon said quickly.

	“That’s all right.” Doris smiled sweetly, look­ing past the boy at a shocked Trish. After the
boy mumbled some­thing else and ran for his bi­cycle, the blonde stepped in and closed the 
door be­hind her. “I didn’t hear from you, so I thought I’d drop by. Your father’s out of town, 
isn’t he?”

	“Uh-huh.” Trish wished she could melt through the floor.

	“Good. Show me where the booze is so I can mix my­self a drink, will you? I’m drier than
hell.”

	“Sure. It’s in the kit­chen.”

	They went in to­gether, and neither of them spoke un­til Doris had mixed her­self a tall 
bour­bon and wa­ter. She leaned her butt against the counter, took a deep swal­low, then 
smiled again at the girl.

	“It’s not hard to tell what you’ve been up to, honey. I can smell it in the air. Did you have
fun?”

	Trish simply stared at her dumbly, feel­ing her heart fall to the pit of her stom­ach.

	“It’s all right, dear,” Doris said. “My good­ness, every girl wants a little tail now and then.
I just hope that he used a rub­ber or that you took a douche.”

	The girl gulped. “Neither one,” she croaked.

	Doris was shocked. “Oh, no! Good Lord, girl, didn’t any­one ever tell you about things 
like that?”

	“I guess I just for­got.”

	“For­got, my ass. You were just too busy fuck­ing. Have you got a syr­inge around 
here?”

	“I ... I think so. My sis­ter left one here.”

	“Do you know how to use it?”

	“No.”

	The blonde took her by the arm with her free hand. “Come on, little lady. We’ve got to 
get you cleaned out. The last thing you want now is to get knocked up.”

	When they reached the bath­room, Doris asked for the syr­inge, then told the girl to 
strip. While Trish du­ti­fully took off her clothes, the blonde mixed the solu­tion in the device, 
along with warm wa­ter. As soon as it was ready, she stripped off her light cot­ton dress and 
hung on the door hook.

	“I’ll have to show you, and I don’t want to get this wet,” she ex­plained. “Lift up the 
toi­let seat and stand over it with your legs apart.”

	As the girl got into po­s­i­tion, she no­ticed that Doris was wear­ing the same type of 
bra and garter belt as be­fore, only these were flame red.

	Doris walked over and knelt in front of the stool. As she got com­fort­able, with the 
syr­inge in one hand, she eyed Trish’s hairy pussy and licked her lips. “That’s one nice thing 
about hav­ing sex with girls. You don’t have to worry about crap like this.”

	“Will it hurt?” Trish asked meekly.

	“Did his cock hurt?”

	“Only at first.”

	“Well, this won’t hurt at all. All I’m go­ing to do is push this thing up your cunt and 
squeeze the bulb. It’ll wash all that nasty cum out of there. Are you ready?”

	“I guess so.” Trish was aware of a weird gleam in the blonde’s eyes as she reached out 
and care­fully par­ted her cun­tal lips. A tingle went through her at the first touch. Then Doris 
found her cunt hole with the curved ob­ject and pushed it up­ward into her va­gina.

	“Feel good?” the wo­man asked as she slowly squeezed the bulb, and warm li­quid 
poured into Trish’s cunny.

	“Uh-huh.” She didn’t want to ad­mit it, but it al­most felt as though Lon was shoot­ing 
his cum into her again.

	“I thought it would. A lot of wo­men use these things to jack off with, I have once or 
twice my­self.” Doris ex­trac­ted the syr­inge. “Okay, honey, just let it drain into the toi­let 
bowl, then we’ll do it again.”

	Trish let her­self go com­pletely, and pissed as the solu­tion drained down from her 
pussy. Wa­ter and ur­ine splashed against the bowl rim and bounced off to rain all over the 
front of the wo­man.

	“Oh, God, I’m sorry!” Trish ex­claimed.

	“That’s all right. I ex­pec­ted it. Nor­mally, you’d douche sit­ting on the toi­let, but I 
couldn’t reach you that way. Are you all set for an­other one?”

	“Yes.”

	The pro­cess was re­peated, only this time Doris moved the syr­inge in and out as she 
squir­ted it, fuck­ing the girl. Trish tried to con­trol her trem­bling as the thing speared her 
like a cock, but she couldn’t. It felt too much like Lon’s pole. She closed her eyes and tried to 
think of some­thing else, but it was too much, and she began to thrust her hips for­ward in 
slight, jerky move­ments.

	“You’re really a little sex­pot, aren’t you, honey?” Doris asked in a throaty voice. “You like
to have that juicy young cunt taken care of.”

	“I ... I can’t help it,” Trish moaned. “It does some­thing in­side me.”

	“Of course it does. That’s what a pussy is made for.” Leav­ing the syr­inge in­ser­ted in 
the girl’s twat, Doris got to her feet slowly, then leaned over to take Trish’s right tit in her 
mouth. As she began suck­ing the tender nipple, she used the syr­inge as a dildo and fucked 
the girl with it.

	“Ooo­hhh, Doris, don’t!” Trish whimpered un­con­vin­cingly.

	“Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummm!”

	“Doris! You’ll make me cum!”

	“Ummm hmmm! Uuummm! Ummm!” The blonde was suck­ing wetly on the soft titty as 
she speared the girl’s va­gina with the warm syr­inge, squeez­ing the bulb from time to time 
in pre­tense of a cum­ming prick.

	“AAAGGGHHH! OOO­HHH! THIS IS FANT­ASTIC! HH­HUUUHHH! OOO­HHH! JEEZ, 
PUSH IT DEEPER, DORIS! IT’S JUST LIKE A COCK! HH­HUUUHHH! MORE! SUCK MY TIT! 
OOO­HHH! YOU’RE MAK­ING ME CUM! GG­GAAAHHH!”

	As Doris con­tin­ued with her suck­ing and fuck­ing, she put an arm around the girl and
slid a fin­ger down the crack of her ass. When she found her puckered anus, the blonde deftly 
in­ser­ted a fin­ger through the sphinc­ter and into the rub­bery canal. “Uuummm! Uuummm!
Uuummm!”

	“MY ASS!” Trish cried out. “OH, GOD, YOU’RE FUCK­ING MY ASS! HH­HUUUHHH! I’M ... 
GO­ING ... TO ... CUUUMMM! NOW! AAAGGGHHH! OH! OH! OH! DORIS! 
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!”

	The girl con­tin­ued to keep hunch­ing on the em­bed­ded syr­inge un­til all the 
spasms, of or­gasm had passed. She felt light-headed and slightly weak when Doris 
ex­trac­ted her fin­ger and the syr­inge, and she dropped down onto the edge of the bowl 
with her head in her hands while her pussy drained.

	Doris stepped to the sink and began to wash her hands and the syr­inge. “Well, dear, 
what do you think of girls hav­ing sex to­gether now? After what happened be­fore I got 
here, you should be able to make some com­par­ison.”

	Tremors were still run­ning through Trish as she care­fully wiped her cunny and stood 
up on shaky legs. She re­mained si­lent for a mo­ment as she stared openly at the wo­man’s 
curvy legs, round ass cheeks, and the re­flec­ted im­age of the two jut­ting nipples pok­ing 
out of the un­usual bra.

	“I ... don’t really know what to say, Doris. Hon­est! I like what you did to me, but I don’t 
know about the other.”

	The blonde turned from the sink. “You mean lick­ing cunts?”

	“Uh-huh. I mean, I don’t know if I could do that or not.”

	“Well, the only way to find out is to try it, Trish.” Doris dried her hands and reached for 
her dress. “This isn’t the time for it, though. You’ve had enough for one day, I think. Maybe we 
can get to­gether an­other day and ex­per­i­ment. It would be nice if you found that you liked
it.”

	“Yes, I think it would.” While Doris slipped into her dress, Trish picked up her things and 
tossed them in the hamper. After all that had happened, she needed a shower. “Are you 
go­ing to be leav­ing now?”

	“Yes. I think you could do with some rest. Why don’t you clean up, then take a nap. I find
they’re very re­fresh­ing.”

	“That sounds like a good idea.” Trish watched the wo­man step into the hall­way and 
wave good­bye, then turned to take her shower.

	When she was bathed and ly­ing na­ked on her bed, Trish gave a lot of thought to what 
had oc­curred to her that day. She had re­ceived her first fuck, and had been made love to by 
a beau­ti­ful wo­man. No one would ever be­lieve it!

	The troub­ling thing was, as far as she could tell she liked both equally well. If offered 
both at the same time, it would be very dif­fi­cult to de­cide which to take.

	She wondered whether her mother or sis­ter, or even Sally or Gayle, had ever been 
con­fron­ted with the same prob­lem. If not, she must be some kind of an oddball, to say the 
very least.

	Then, too, there was her father. More than any­thing else, she wanted him to make 
com­plete and total love to her, up to and in­clud­ing fuck­ing her to cli­max. How she was 
go­ing to ac­com­plish that was still a di­lemma, but she was de­term­ined to solve it some 
way.

	The activ­it­ies and think­ing made her drowsy. Pulling her knees up, Trish spread them 
apart, then reached a hand down to her thor­oughly cleansed twat. Part­ing the puffy lips, she
in­ser­ted her in­dex fin­ger as far as it would go up her va­gina, then drif­ted off to a 
peace­ful sleep.


CHAPTER SEVEN

	Dan had thought a day away from the city would give him time to sort out his thoughts 
and come to some clear-cut de­cision as to what he was go­ing to do about his sexual 
prob­lems, but it hadn’t worked out that way.

	Through­out the morn­ing meet­ing at the cap­itol, while the vari­ous speak­ers had 
droned on and on, he doodled on a note pad while listen­ing some­what in­at­tent­ively. It 
shocked him when he fi­nally real­ized he had been draw­ing hairy fe­male crotches and neat 
little poin­ted tit­ties.

	He had ripped the sheet off with em­bar­rass­ment and thrown it away, hop­ing that 
those seated next to him hadn’t no­ticed his car­nal pic­tures.

	Dur­ing the lunch break, not hungry enough to eat, he had wandered about the 
down­town dis­trict aim­lessly, win­dow shop­ping without pur­pose. Then he spot­ted a blue
silk kar­ate robe in one of the win­dows and, on im­pulse, went in and pur­chased it. It was 
some­thing he had never done be­fore, and when he walked out of the shop, he wondered 
why he had bought some­thing so ut­terly use­less to him.

	The af­ter­noon was a re­peat of the morn­ing. He couldn’t take his mind off Trish, Sally 
and Gayle, and their tits and cunts. Sex con­tin­ued to prey on his mind and caused him to 
re­spond only dully to the com­ments of sev­eral party mem­bers after the meet­ing that he 
had a great fu­ture in polit­ics.

	On the plane ride home, he had come to the con­clu­sion that some­thing drastic had 
to be done if he planned to con­tinue in pub­lic of­fice. He simply could not handle the 
com­plic­ated af­fairs re­quired of him if he thought about fuck­ing from morn­ing till night. 
It would be im­possible!

	First, there was Trish to con­sider. Her open and single-minded de­sire to have him fuck 
her was such a tempta­tion that he was sure his res­ist­ance would one day break down and 
he would do it. But then he thought that if he sat­is­fied her one time, per­haps that would be
the end of it. After all, he had fucked his older daugh­ter only once, and had been able to 
re­strain him­self from that time on.

	He had read once that all girls got a crush on their fath­ers at one time in their lives, 
provided of course that the men were reas­on­ably de­cent and re­spect­able. Sup­posedly, 
the girls har­bored a secret de­sire to go to bed with their dads. Trish was only let­ting her 
yearn­ing be­come ob­vi­ous.

	Based on this reas­on­ing, if he were to screw Trish just once, her frus­tra­tions would 
be re­lieved and she would turn her mind to more con­struct­ive things. Yes ... he would do it! 
To­night! As soon as he got home!

	All right, that solved one prob­lem.

	Now Gayle. He didn’t like the way she had tried to co­erce him into mar­ry­ing her by 
the use of her daugh­ter, but then he could do a lot worse in find­ing a wife. She was 
at­tract­ive, very in­tel­li­gent, and would be of great help to him in his ca­reer. It would be 
good for Trish to have a mother, too. A girl needed someone to talk to and con­fide in. He 
would have to give that idea more con­sid­er­a­tion.

	Sally was some­thing else again. Her unique and simple beauty turned him on more 
than he cared to ad­mit even to him­self. If he did marry Gayle, he would have to be 
es­pe­cially care­ful around her pretty bru­nette daugh­ter. At any rate, his lust for her must 
be sub­merged at all costs.

	Now, driv­ing home with his briefcase and the pack­aged robe on the seat be­side him, 
he felt more at ease than he had in sev­eral days, as­sured in his own mind that his course was
laid out be­fore him, and all he had to do was fol­low it.

	He parked the car in the drive­way and went through the back door into the kit­chen. 
He found his daugh­ter, dressed in her robe, stand­ing be­fore the counter busily mix­ing a 
tossed salad.

	“Oh, hi, Daddy. I hope you’re in the mood for a roast. It’s al­most ready.”

	“Any­thing sounds good to me, honey;” he said, strid­ing over to give her a peck on the 
cheek. “Smells good.”

	“How did things go at the cap­itol?”

	“Fine. Look, baby, I’d like to take a shower and have a drink be­fore we eat. Can you 
hold it off a bit?”

	“Sure. No prob­lem. Oh, Gayle wanted you to call her as soon as you got here. She said 
it’s ur­gent.”

	I’ll bet it is, he thought. “I’ll do it after sup­per. Be back down in a few minutes.” Dan 
dropped his briefcase off in the den, then car­ried the robe up­stairs. He showered and 
shaved, then de­cided to wear the new gar­ment for the even­ing. After all, if he was go­ing 
to give Trish what she wanted, it would save time.

	“I mixed you a high­ball,” Trish said when he re­turned to the kit­chen. “I hope it’s not 
too strong.”

	He picked up the glass, sipped at it, then sat down at the table with a smile. “It’s 
per­fect. Well, what did you do today?”

	Trish hated to lie to him, but she could hardly de­scribe the day’s events. “Noth­ing 
much. Cleaned the house, watched TV, then took a nap. That’s about it.”

	He felt him­self get­ting hard as he watched her tits bobble un­der her house­coat 
while she set the table. Know­ing what was be­neath the robe in­creased the swell­ing of his 
prick. He took a deep swal­low of his drink, then mo­tioned to her. “Come sit on my lap for a 
minute, honey. I want to tell you some­thing.”

	Her jade green eyes brightened as she nod­ded, placed a plate on the table, then 
plopped down on his lap. She could feel his stiff­en­ing or­gan against her ass cheeks, and a 
thrill­ing chill ran through her.

	“That’s a new robe, isn’t it? It’s pretty.”

	“Well, I needed a new one. Baby, I came to a de­cision while I was gone. This sex thing 
between us has got­ten rather in­volved. Frankly, we should never have star­ted it in the first 
place, but I’ll take the blame for that.”

	“You don’t have to feel that way, Daddy,” she said, squirm­ing on the lenght­en­ing 
cock push­ing against her but­tocks. “I told you I wanted it. Every bit of it. To tell you the truth,
I want more. More than we’ve done, I mean.”

	Dan could feel the heat of her pussy on his tool even through the two robes, and his 
pulse rate quickened. “I know, Trish. I gave it a lot of thought, and I think I un­der­stand. What
I want you to know is, I’ve made up my mind we’re go­ing to do it. We’re go­ing to go all the 
way. To­night.”

	“Ooo­hhh, Daddy!” she squealed hap­pily, throw­ing her arms around his neck, 
press­ing her tits to his chest and kiss­ing him hard. “You’re really go­ing to fuck me? For 
real?”

	He smiled and nod­ded. “For real. As soon as we fin­ish sup­per, we’ll go up to my room
and make love.”

	“Oh, Dad!” she wailed. “I don’t want to wait that long! It would drive me crazy! Let’s go 
fuck! Right now! Din­ner’ll keep!”

	Push­ing a hand un­der her robe, he cupped a firm, hard-nippled titty and squeezed it 
gently. “Do you really want it that bad, baby?”

	“Yes! Oh, Jeez, yes! You’re ready! I can feel your cock! It’s already hard! Please?”

	“All right. Turn off the oven and put the salad away. We can al­ways eat later.”

	“I’ll hurry. Fin­ish your drink.” After she leaped off his lap, Dan tilted the glass to his lips, 
won­der­ing if he was do­ing the right thing. It didn’t mat­ter much now, though. He was 
already com­mit­ted.

	When she was ready, they went up­stairs hand in hand, then Trish lit­er­ally pulled him 
down the hall to his room. She switched on the lights, tore off her robe, then threw her­self on
the bed on her back with her legs spread and drawn up.

	“Hurry, Daddy! God! I can al­most feel it already!”

	“Slow down, sweet­heart,” he said quietly, shrug­ging out of his robe. “It’s a lot bet­ter 
to go at it gradu­ally and en­joy every second of it.” Trish gazed long­ingly at her father’s 
long, thick, veined prick and the crinkly scro­tum hanging be­neath it as he ap­proached the 
bed. Her heart was go­ing a mile a minute, and lub­ric­at­ing mu­cous was already ooz­ing 
from her dilated cunt hole and filling the canyon between her legs. After Lon, she knew what 
to ex­pect and could hardly wait.

	Dan crawled up to kneel on the bed, then bent down to kiss her while he ran a hand 
lightly over her poin­ted tit­ties and fur-covered pussy. He felt her tremble at his touch, then 
she groped for and grabbed his ri­gid muscle.

	“Hey, not so fast,” he said sooth­ingly. “We’re go­ing to do some other things first.”

	“Don’t tease,” she whined, arch­ing up to him. “You know how much I want you to fuck 
me.”

	“I will, sweet. Be pa­tient. Now, turn over on your stom­ach.” She gave him a pained 
look, but did as he asked. Dan shif­ted and placed her arms by her sides. Then he res­ted his 
hands on either side of her and began kiss­ing her neck, shoulders, arms and back, mov­ing 
his lips lightly over the creamy skin. Trish was shak­ing vis­ibly by the time he reached her 
waist, and was moan­ing softly into the pil­low.

	“Ooo­hhh, Daddy! Uuummm! That feels good!” He twis­ted around and, skip­ping her 
ass, kissed each of her legs from her but­tocks to her feet. When he was fin­ished, he moved 
again and began glid­ing his lips all over her smooth buns. With that com­pleted, he spread 
her legs and knelt between them.

	“Now comes the good part, darling,” he mur­mured.

	“Yes, Daddy,” she groaned. “Do whatever you want.” Ten­derly part­ing her cheeks, he 
began lick­ing at the deep crack of her ass, rimmed her puckered anus, then dipped his 
tongue down al­most to her twat. When it was thor­oughly wet, he forced his tongue into her 
bung and swirled it around.

	“DAAAD­DDDDDYYY! GG­GAAAHHH! OOO­HHH, WOW! HH­HUUUHHH! DO IT! 
PLEASE! LICK MY BUTT HOLE! OH, MY GOD, THAT’S BEAU­TI­FUL! OH, DADDY! MORE! MORE! 
OH! OH! OH!”

	Her rectal odor waf­ted around his nose as he probed his tongue deep into her anal 
canal, and the sickly sweet taste of her shit filled his mouth. He con­tin­ued this for sev­eral 
minutes, then raised up and rolled her over onto her back.

	“Oh, Daddy, that was fab­ulous!” she gasped. “You’re mak­ing me so hot I could cry!”

	“Hang in there, baby,” he whispered, turn­ing around to be­gin kiss­ing her feet and 
legs.

	As he moved his head up her lithe, young body, he by­passed her fleecy cunt and 
pel­vis, kissed her ab­do­men and belly, then star­ted on her tit­ties. Leav­ing the hard nipples
till last, he brushed his lips all over the soft mounds, then sucked each one of them wetly.

	“Daddy, you’re driv­ing me out of my mind!” she cried out. “I don’t think I can stand 
much more!”

	She was twist­ing and lurch­ing on the mat­tress, her body all aquiver from head to toe.
Every nerve end in her frame was elec­tri­fied, and her limbs were jerking un­con­trol­lably. 
Noth­ing that had happened to her thus far had made her so aroused, and her uterus was 
con­tract­ing with vi­ol­ent spasms.

	Dan popped his mouth from her tit and crawled si­lently down between her legs. 
Crouch­ing low, he began mouth­ing her pussy pas­sion­ately, nuzz­ling into the soft curls, 
kiss­ing the pout­ing lips of her twat, and delving into her fur­row with his tongue.

	“GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! DADDY! OH, GOD, KISS ME THERE! ALL OVER! JE­SUS, I’M SO 
FUCK­ING HOT! I’M GO­ING TO CUM AS SOON AS YOU STICK IT IN! I’M READY NOW! MY 
GOD! GG­GAAAHHH! HH­HUUUHHH!”

	He raised his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then moved up on top 
of her. With an ex­pert­ise drawn from ex­per­i­ence, he swished his cock­head up and down 
her cun­tal val­ley till it was well oiled. Then he in­ser­ted the knob into her dilated ori­fice 
and slithered his prick in, a mi­cro-inch at a time.

	“There, darling. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Wrap your legs around me and dig 
your heels in. I’m go­ing to make you cum like you’ve never cum be­fore.”

	“Oh, Daddy!” she sobbed, circ­ling him with all four limbs as his hot, ri­gid cock speared 
into her quiv­er­ing sheath. “Daddy, it’s so won­der­ful! I don’t be­lieve it’s fi­nally 
hap­pen­ing!”

	Dan kept driv­ing his pole in un­til the head of his mem­ber was banging against her 
womb and their pel­vises were pressed tightly to­gether. Her cream-slick va­gina was 
squeez­ing his cock hard, and he real­ized she was even tighter than Sally.

	“I’m go­ing to let it soak for a minute, honey,” he whispered as he kissed her cheeks and
fore­head. “We want this to last.”

	“Yes, my sweet darling, yes!” she panted, clench­ing her cun­tal muscles on his 
em­bed­ded prick. “I can feel it throb­bing in­side me! I can feel your balls against my 
as­shole! Oh, God, this is the best ever! Do you like it, Daddy? Is my cunny a good one?”

	He briefly touched her lips with his. “Yes, baby! Damn, it’s per­fect! I’m go­ing to start 
fuck­ing you now. Are you ready?”

	“Oh, am I!” She bit into his shoulder. “Fuck me, my big hand­some Daddy! Fuck me, and 
fuck me, and fuck me! Ooo­hhh!”

	Dan pulled his joint out to the end, then drove it in again slowly. Her slip­pery tun­nel 
caressed his or­gan like a warm mouth suck­ing the jizz through his groin. “Baby, baby, baby!”

	“DADDY! HH­HUUUHHH! PUSH IT IN ALL THE WAY! I WANT ALL OF IT! OOO­HHH! 
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I’M ... GO­ING ... TO ... CUM ... NOW! I ... CANT ... HELP ... IT! 
FF­FUUUC­CCKKK! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! WWWAAAHHH! DAD! DAD! OH! OH! 
AAAGGGHHH!”

	“It’s all right, baby,” he crooned, feel­ing the shud­ders of or­gasm pass through her 
body. “You can cum again. I hope you cum sev­eral times be­fore we’re through.”

	Trish felt like cry­ing for a mo­ment, afraid that she had spoiled everything by go­ing off
so quickly, but then he was thrust­ing his cock into her again and again, and she knew she 
was cap­able of cum­ming all night, if need be.

	“Don’t ever stop, Daddy,” she sniffed. “Keep on fuck­ing me till I die! I love your cock! I 
love you! Ooo­hhh! Hh­huuuhhh!”

	Dan could feel her large tits flattened against his chest as he began hump­ing in 
earn­est. His heavy scro­tum slapped against her bung hole each time he plunged his tool in 
to the hilt, and his hard pel­vis banged against hers.

	“Fuck, baby! Squirm your cunt on my prick! Ungh! Ungh! That’s it! Let your­self go and 
fuck! Squeeze your pussy! Oh, Christ, are you tight! Fuck, my baby girl! Fuck like crazy! I want 
you to cum again! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”

	Trish scraped her fin­ger­nails across his bare back as she heaved off the bed and 
hunched to match his rhythm. It was as though she had been fuck­ing all her life and knew 
ex­actly what to do. Her cunt was flam­ing, and each stab of his pis­ton sent wild chills up her 
spine.

	“FF­FUUUC­CCKKK MEEE! DAAAD­DDDDDYYY! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! JEEZ, 
IT’S CLEAR UP TO MY CHEST! IT’S SO BIG, DADDY! SO AW­FULLY BIG! FUCK ME! FUCK! 
GG­GAAAHHH! OH, PLEASE! MAKE ME DO IT AGAIN! I WANNA CUM! HH­HUUUHHH!”

	Her juice covered his balls now, and he was pump­ing more and more quickly. She was 
no longer a child, but a full-blown heated fe­male writh­ing and buck­ing un­der him like a 
wan­ton har­lot. His sperm was ra­cing through his pel­vic tubes to­ward his cock at 
break­neck speed, and her tight, hungry twat kept pulling it faster.

	“HUNCH, TRISH! FUCK! OH, DAMN! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! I’M GO­ING TO SHOOT OFF! 
CUM, BABY! CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK! 
FF­FUUUC­CCKKK! UNF! UNF! UNF! UNF!”

	She felt him tense up, then his prick jerked in­side her. In a blind­ing flash, there was an 
erup­tion in her twat that sent her mind reel­ing. A gey­ser of seeth­ing jizz splashed against 
her womb in jet after jet, mak­ing her cli­max im­me­di­ately. All she could do to keep from 
faint­ing was to scream.

	“WWWAAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH! MY GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! 
GG­GAAAHHH! DAAAD­DDDDDYYY! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OH! OH! OH!”

	It seemed to Dan that his balls were milked dry as the last drop of se­men dribbled from
his tool and he went limp. As soon as he could catch his breath, he eased his rod from the 
juicy tun­nel and rolled over on his back, fold­ing his arms across his heav­ing chest.

	The two lay there quietly for al­most ten minutes un­til all the ef­fects of the act had 
dis­sip­ated. Then Trish said in a very quiet way, “I’d like to ask you a ques­tion, Daddy. Can I?”

	“Of course. What is it?”

	“Am I as good as mother was? As a fuck, I mean?” He hes­it­ated be­fore reply­ing, not 
ex­actly sure what his an­swer should be to a twelve-year-old girl. “Trish, I really can’t make a 
com­par­ison like that. All wo­men are dif­fer­ent. You’re very good now, and I’m sure you’ll 
get even bet­ter as you get older. But don’t ever try to be like someone else. Be your­self.” She
turned her head on the pil­low. “Are we go­ing to do this again? Lots and lots?” Dan sighed 
and stared at the ceil­ing, feel­ing his wet cock limp against his thigh. His plan had gone to 
pot. Not only did Trish want more, but he did, too. He felt dis­gus­ted with him­self that he 
couldn’t con­trol his emo­tions any bet­ter, but there was no point in de­ceiv­ing him­self any
longer. He was noth­ing but a lech­er­ous old bas­tard, and he might as well ad­mit it.

	“Trish,” he asked, choos­ing his words care­fully, “do you know what in­cest is?”

	“No.”

	“It’s when two mem­bers of the same fam­ily do the things we’ve been do­ing. And it’s 
a crime. It’s il­legal. Not only that, my fuck­ing you is what they call stat­utory rape. That’s a 
very bad crime.”

	“I don’t see what’s so wrong with it,” she countered. “We both like it. I wanted you to 
fuck me.”

	“I know, baby, but that doesn’t make it right. The law doesn’t make any dis­tinc­tion 
about that. It’s still il­legal.” Trish thought a mo­ment. “But if nobody knows about it ex­cept 
you and me, what can it hurt?” That was a tough one, and it still didn’t an­swer her first 
ques­tion. “Trish, we’ll just have to wait and see. I can’t give you an an­swer right now. Don’t 
you think you’d bet­ter go to the bath­room? Do you know how to take a douche?”

	“Yes. Ann taught me.” It was only a little white lie.

	When Trish got off the bed and bent down to re­trieve her robe, a glob of fuck juice 
drained from her cunt and plopped on the rug, while more dribbled down the in­sides of her 
thighs.

	“Oh, damn! Sorry, Daddy.”

	“Okay, but girls shouldn’t swear.”

	When she left the room, Dan got up, wiped his flac­cid cock with tis­sues, then put his 
robe on and went down­stairs for a drink and a ci­gar­ette.

	His sup­posedly solved prob­lem had grown to even greater pro­por­tions, some­thing 
he hadn’t coun­ted on, and it ir­rit­ated him some­what. How in the hell was he sup­posed to 
handle the pub­lic’s busi­ness when he couldn’t even con­trol his own?

	He made a pitcher of mar­tinis, and poured him­self a double. Then he sat down at the 
table and lit up a ci­gar­ette. It was sense­less to pre­tend that he didn’t want to fuck Trish. 
Stu­pid, in fact. Even if he said no now, he knew that at the first op­por­tun­ity he would lay 
her again ... and again.

	Trish came into the room smil­ing brightly and all aglow with con­tent­ment. She was 
totally sat­is­fied for the mo­ment, and felt sure that it wouldn’t be dif­fi­cult to get her father 
into bed any time she chose.

	“Ready to eat, now?”

	Dan nod­ded. “Might as well. No point in let­ting a good roast go to waste.” She dished
up the food as ef­fi­ciently as usual and brought it to the table. Dan fin­ished his mar­tini, 
then they filled up their plates and began eat­ing in si­lence, though Trish kept glan­cing at 
her father with a calf­like ex­pres­sion.

	“Know what I liked best to­night, Dad? I mean, next to our fuck­ing?”

	“No, what?”

	“Your lick­ing my as­shole.”

	“You liked that, huh?”

	“Wow, did I! I never thought any­thing like that could be so ... so ter­rific! It’s al­most as 
good as when you lick my cunt.”

	Dan put an­other fork­ful in his mouth. “There are a lot of things you prob­ably don’t 
know about sex, Trish. As you grow up, you’ll learn there are many vari­ations.”

	“Could I do that to you, some­time? Lick your ass, I mean? I think it would really be far 
out.”

	“We’ll see.”

	She cleaned her plate, then res­ted her chin on her fol­ded hands. “Dad, are we go­ing 
to do any more to­night? If it’s okay with you, I’d like to suck you again. I really would.”

	Dan groaned to him­self as he put his fork down and stared at it. Without in­tend­ing 
to, he was be­gin­ning to think he had turned his young daugh­ter into a nym­pho­ma­niac. 
But then, there was al­ways the ini­tial novice ex­cite­ment to take into con­sid­er­a­tion, too.

	“Honey, why don’t we just rest for a while? Between the trip and our romp in bed, I’m 
kind of beat. Re­mem­ber, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

	The dis­ap­point­ment showed on her face, but she man­aged a smile. “Sure, Dad. I 
un­der­stand. Let me get these dishes washed and I’ll chal­lenge you to a game of check­ers.”

	While she got up and began clear­ing the table, he re­filled his glass with the mar­tini 
mix­ture, but he hadn’t got­ten it to his lips be­fore the phone rang.

	“I’ll get it,” Trish said. She picked up the re­ceiver, said hello, then turned to him. “It’s 
Gayle. She says it’s im­port­ant.”

	Dan got up wear­ily and car­ried his glass to the phone. He took the re­ceiver from 
Trish, in­haled deeply, then answered.

	“When did you get in?” Gayle asked im­me­di­ately. “It’s nearly seven. I told Trish to 
have you call me.”

	“She told me. I just hadn’t got­ten around to it yet. What’s the big rush?” Gayle’s voice 
took on a dif­fer­ent tone. “Dan, I simply must speak to you. I think you know what about.” 
There was only one way to play it. “No, I’m afraid I don’t. You’ll have to be a little more 
ex­pli­cit.”

	“Last night? With Sally? You mean to tell me you don’t re­mem­ber?”

	“Of course I re­mem­ber. So?”

	Sens­ing that she wasn’t get­ting any­where, Gayle took off on a dif­fer­ent tack. “Look, 
dear, I know how ir­res­ist­ible that girl can be when she wants to. I don’t really blame you. 
But think of what could hap­pen to you if it ever got out. Good Lord, a can­did­ate for of­fice 
for­nic­at­ing with a teen­ager! I can al­most see the head­lines now.”

	Dan took a long swal­low of his drink. It was point­less to even try to dis­cuss this over 
the phone, but he didn’t feel up to see­ing Gayle. “So, what do you want me to do? 
With­draw?”

	“Cer­tainly not! Not when we’re so close to win­ning. I’m sure I can handle it, but I have 
to see you first. Can I come over right now?”

	He real­ized with re­luct­ance that he had no choice. “If you feel you must, come ahead.
Give me a half hour to get ready, though. It’s been a long day.”

	“I’m sure it has,” she cooed. “Half an hour it is. ‘Bye.” Dan hung up the phone and felt 
like retch­ing.


CHAPTER EIGHT

	“We’d bet­ter get some clothes on, baby,” Dan said in a tired voice. “Gayle is com­ing 
over.”

	Trish looked at her father sol­emnly. “You sound so ser­i­ous. Is any­thing wrong?” He 
drained his glass in three quick swal­lows and set it on the counter. “Not really. Noth­ing I 
can’t handle. Don’t trouble your pretty head about it. Now, let’s go up­stairs and get ready.” 
As he donned slacks and a sport shirt, Dan went over in his mind what tack he was go­ing to 
take with Gayle. He was de­term­ined that he wouldn’t al­low her to bully him into mar­riage, 
no mat­ter what the threat. He firmly de­cided that if they were to go through with it, it would
be solely his de­cision.

	Go­ing back to the kit­chen, he poured him­self an­other drink, then went to the liv­ing 
room to wait for his guest. When Trish came down, he mo­tioned her to a chair si­lently and 
settled back. Pre­cisely one half hour after the call, Gayle ar­rived. When he saw Sally trail the 
wo­man through the door, he groaned in­wardly.

	“I didn’t want to leave her at home alone,” Gayle said. “I thought she and Trish could 
keep each other com­pany while we had our talk.”

	Dan nod­ded without feel­ing. “We can go for a drive so we won’t be dis­turbed. I won’t
be gone long, Trish. If any­one else calls, tell them I’ll talk to them to­mor­row. Okay?”

	“Sure. See you later.”

	When they were out­side, Dan helped Gayle into his car, then backed out. They were 
both si­lent as he aimed the vehicle to­ward the out­skirts of the city and lit a ci­gar­ette.

	“All right,” he said after a few minutes. “You’ve got the ball. Let’s hear what you’ve got to
say.”

	Gayle took a deep breath and leaned against the door. “Dan, I don’t ap­prove of your 
hav­ing sex with Sally, but now that it’s done, we’ve got to do everything we can to keep it 
quiet. I’ve already told her she must never men­tion it to any­one, but you know how these 
things can leak out.”

	“Yes, I know. What’s your solu­tion?”

	“If we were mar­ried, and she was your daugh­ter, I know she would be more in­clined 
to keep si­lent. No girl would be will­ing to ad­mit fuck­ing her father.”

	Dan gave a muted snort. “That’s a very neat pack­age, but I’ve got a sneak­ing hunch it 
was all care­fully planned. I think I was set up all the way down the line. You know how Sally 
was dressed when I got there, and every­one else was con­veni­ently gone. Be­ing a nor­mal 
hu­man male, I stepped right in.”

	“Surely you don’t think I had any­thing to do with it, Dan! Do you think I’m the type to 
pros­ti­tute my own daugh­ter?”

	“The thought did oc­cur to me.” He couldn’t bring him­self to re­veal Sally’s tear­ful 
ad­mis­sion. “You want me to marry you very much, and this is a per­fect way to in­sure it. Do 
you know what happened, ex­actly?”

	Gayle was now on the de­fens­ive, and it showed in her voice. “Yes. Sally said she sucked
your cock, and then you fucked her right on the floor. I’m sure she en­ticed you, but I 
un­der­stand you were ready and will­ing.”

	He swung the car into a tree-lined lane that ran through a small park and eased it to a 
stop in a se­cluded area. Turn­ing off the en­gine and lights, he twis­ted in the seat to face 
her.

	“Gayle, I ad­mit I did want her, and what you heard is true. But I was not the ag­gressor. 
Few men can turn down some­thing like that when it’s thrown in their faces. It was wrong, and
I re­gret that it happened, how­ever I have no in­ten­tion of let­ting it ruin my life or ca­reer.”

	“Oh, Dan,” she said plead­ingly, “I don’t want that either. I only want to love you and 
pro­tect you all I can. Is that so ter­ribly wrong?”

	“No. We can dis­cuss mar­riage in­tel­li­gently, but not by us­ing what happened 
between Sally and me as a cri­teria. Now, let’s look at the pros and cons lo­gic­ally.”

	Back at the house, Trish was star­ing at her friend in­tently with a grim set to her mouth.
“Sally, I want to know ex­actly what the hell is go­ing on, and I don’t want any ba­lo­ney. If 
you want me to keep on lik­ing you, you’d bet­ter tell me the truth.”

	The bru­nette twined her fin­gers to­gether nervously and kept her gaze on her bare 
knees. “Okay, kid, but prom­ise you won’t get mad at me.”

	“I won’t. Let’s have it.”

	“Trish, I... that is, we ... last night your father and I had sex to­gether.”

	“What do you mean, sex?”

	“Well, I sucked him, and then he fucked me.” For a mo­ment Trish was so astoun­ded 
she couldn’t say a word. When she found her voice, she asked quietly. “Did he make you do 
it?” Sally shook her head. “No. I kinda tricked him into it. It was my mother’s idea. She thought
if he fucked me, she would be able to make him marry her.”

	“Oh, wow! I can’t be­lieve it! I knew he was screw­ing her, but I didn’t think he’d go that 
far!” Trish in­haled. “Well, I guess I should make a con­fes­sion. He’s fucked me, too. We’ve 
done a lot of things, but I didn’t think he’d screw an­other girl.”

	“I teased him, kid, and I feel bad about that, but I’m not sorry it happened. It was really 
great.”

	“Yeah, I know.” Trish pulled up her legs and tucked them un­der her. “Sal, have you and 
Lon ever fucked?”

	“Uh-huh,” the bru­nette ad­mit­ted meekly. “Lots and lots. I was ashamed to ad­mit it to
you be­fore. He’s ... done it to my mom, too. That was be­fore she met your dad, though. She 
was hard up after my dad split.”

	“Jeez! He fucked me yes­ter­day. I couldn’t help it. It was my first time, and it was 
ter­rific.”

	“I’ve done things with my mom, too,” Sally said shyly. “Just a couple of times, though. All
we did was fin­ger each other.”

	“No kid­ding? You know that Doris Hard­ing? I fin­ger­fucked her in my room the day 
we had the re­cep­tion. Then yes­ter­day she gave me a douche and made me cum. She even 
put a fin­ger up my ass!”

	“God! I didn’t know she was like that! She’s really built.” Trish smiled know­ingly. “She 
doesn’t wear any panties, and she has holes cut in her bras to let her nipples stick out. It’s 
really some­thing to see.”

	“I bet!” Sally ran a hand over her tits, ima­gin­ing what it would be like to wear a bra like
that. “Kid, do you really think our folks are go­ing to get mar­ried? I wish they would. It would 
be really cool if all of us lived to­gether.” Trish didn’t reply right away. She thought of her 
father’s ob­vi­ous re­luct­ance to wed Gayle, and she figured that if he knew what Sally had 
just told her, he would prob­ably be even more set against it. She vowed si­lently to give him 
the in­form­a­tion as soon as she could, so that he could back out if he really wanted to.

	“I guess it’s up to them, Sal. They must be talk­ing about it right now. I would like to 
have you for my sis­ter, though. We could have a lot of fun to­gether.”

	“Right on! And we could have sex parties all the time!” Laugh­ing, Trish got to her feet. 
“Come on. Let’s go in the kit­chen and make some ice cream so­das. I’m hungry again.” Dan 
reached out and put a hand on Gayle’s thigh. “It’s all settled, then? We get mar­ried right after
the elec­tion?”

	“Yes. It’s go­ing to be hard to wait that long, but I guess I can make it. Oh, Dan, I love 
you so much.” Gayle slid across the seat, kissed him, then began fum­bling with his fly. 
Delving into the open­ing, she caressed his limp prick and his balls. When his or­gan star­ted 
to swell, she took it out and stroked it lov­ingly.

	“You sure you want to do this here?” he asked husk­ily as he rubbed and squeezed her 
tits.

	“Yes. Very much. I’m not wear­ing a thing un­der this dress. But be­fore we fuck, I want 
to suck you off. All the way.”

	He shif­ted and leaned back. “All right. I’d like that.” She moved over, then leaned down 
to his lap. Hold­ing the base of his tool with her thumb and fore­finger, she began to lick and 
nibble on his grow­ing cock­head, teas­ing his pee slit with the tip of her tongue. “Uuummm! 
Uuummm! Uuummm!”

	“Suck it, baby!” he groaned, grip­ping the steer­ing wheel with both hands. “Take it all in
your mouth and suck! Oh, damn!” Her soft lips began to work around the crown of his dick 
ex­pertly and tan­tal­iz­ingly. Then her mouth began to en­gulf his cock. She con­tin­ued to 
take in more and more un­til the tip of his joint was past her ton­sils and touch­ing the back 
of her throat. She swished her tongue over the thick shaft be­fore be­gin­ning to nod her 
head with ag­on­iz­ing slow­ness.

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!”

	“DO IT, GAYLE! SUCK IT! BLOW ME! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! OOO­HHH, 
FUCK! AAARRRGGGHHH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!” Dan ran a hand over her firm but­tocks, 
grabbed at her dress, and tugged it up to her waist. As he hunched off the seat, he slid his 
fin­gers into the crack of her ass and toyed with her anus. When she began to squirm, he 
reached lower into her crotch and stabbed a di­git into her creamy cunt hole.

	She star­ted buck­ing onto his fin­ger and sucked even more vo­ra­ciously than 
be­fore, mak­ing him tremble as his jizz pumped out of his balls and through his groin. Her 
greedy mouth was like a slick twat sheath, made even tighter by her puckered cheeks.

	“CHRIST, SUCK IT!” he grunted. “UUUN­NNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! SUCK, HONEY!
HARDER! OH, GOD, THIS IS GOOD! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUN­NNGGGHHH!” Her lips were now go­ing
all the way down into his pu­bic hair and she was nearly swal­low­ing his cock­head. As she 
bobbed her head wildly, whin­ing whim­pers came from deep in her chest and she shook 
from head to toe.

	“NOW, BABY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! NOW!!!! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! DRINK IT, 
DARLING! ALL OF IT! UNF! UNF! UNF! UNF!”

	When the foun­tain of sperm shot and bubbled from his jerking prick, Dan heard her 
gulp nois­ily. Spasms of bliss ran through both their bod­ies, and his legs twitched and hit 
to­gether. Then she licked him off quickly and drew back.

	“Fuck me, Dan!” she sobbed. “I need it! My God, I’m hot! Can you shoot again?” He 
pulled her close, kissed her cheek, and rubbed her heavy, loose-hanging tits. “Honey, can you 
wait for a few minutes? I think my balls came out that time. Give me a chance to re­cover.”

	“All right, dearest,” she said, snug­gling up to him. “But will you at least fin­ger my pussy
so I don’t go com­pletely off my rocker?”

	“Of course.” Ex­tend­ing his hand to her snatch, he star­ted caress­ing her hard clit and 
her deep, dewy fur­row.

	While he caressed her, his mind wandered to the vast op­por­tun­it­ies await­ing him 
after they were mar­ried. He would have not one but three fe­males ready to sat­isfy him with 
their mouths or cunts whenever he wanted. It was a heady thought, and one that made his 
wilt­ing cock start to rise again. Per­haps then his seem­ingly in­sa­ti­able sexual ap­pet­ite 
would fi­nally be ap­peased, and he would be able to dir­ect his men­tal fac­ulties to his job 
and his fu­ture.

	“Darling,” she whispered, “I’d like you to fuck me in the ass.” Her state­ment caught him 
un­aware. “Now?”

	“No, silly. Not here. I mean some­time when we’re in bed and you think you’d like to try 
it. I’m sure it would be a lot tighter than my cunt, and maybe you’d cum faster.”

	“It sounds ap­peal­ing, I’ll have to ad­mit. The next time we’re in bed, we’ll do it.”

	“God. Now, let me know when you’re ready to fuck. Your play­ing around down there is 
driv­ing me crazy.” Trish sucked the dregs of her ice cream soda through a straw and pushed 
the glass away. “That was good. I could al­most eat an­other one.”

	“Boy, not me.” Sally burped. “Go on and fin­ish telling me. What did Doris do then?”

	“Well, she was pump­ing the douche syr­inge in my cunt, then she reached around and 
stuck her fin­ger in my ass. Wow! When she did that, I couldn’t stop! I had such a hard cli­max 
I al­most fell on the floor.”

	“So how come she didn’t want you to do any­thing to her? I’d think she’d at least have 
wanted you to fin­ger her.” Trish shrugged, got up, and car­ried the empty glasses to the sink. 
“I don’t know. She really liked it the time be­fore.”

	“Would you really go ahead and let her eat you, kid? Or do the same to her?”

	“I’ve thought about it, but I can’t de­cide.” Trish re­sumed her seat. “How about you?”

	“Well, I guess it would kinda be some­thing like suck­ing a cock, and I sure like to do 
that. And a girl wouldn’t shoot any­thing in your mouth, either.” It dis­turbed Trish that she 
sud­denly found her­self won­der­ing about eat­ing Sally’s cunny. Then it oc­curred to her 
that al­though she had ex­posed her­self com­pletely to her friend, she had not seen her 
na­ked body as yet.

	“Know what?” Trish said. “All this sex talk is really get­ting to me. I halfway wish Lon was 
here so I could take him up to bed and fuck him.”

	Sally nod­ded. “He’d do it, but we don’t know when our folks are gonna be back. I still 
feel funny about get­ting caught. I don’t mind do­ing it, but I wouldn’t want any­one to see 
me.”

	“Yeah, I sup­pose so. Well, any­way, I’m go­ing to try and get my dad to fuck me again 
to­night. Or at least make me cum some way.”

	“I’ve got an idea, kid. Why don’t Lon and me come over here to­mor­row when you’re 
by your­self? We could take turns with him and really have a ball. How about it?”

	“Sure, why not? And if Doris calls or comes over, I’ll ask her if she wants to lick both of 
us. I bet she would.”

	“Far out!” Sally glanced at the clock. “Damn, I wish they’d get back. I want to go home 
and jack off with my per­fume bottle. My cunt’s already all wet.”

	“Want to go up to the bath­room and use my tooth­brush tube? It’s long and it really 
works good.”

	“Nah, I’ll wait. I don’t want to be up there moan­ing and all that stuff when your dad 
gets back.”

	“Okay. Let’s go watch TV for a while.”

	Dan shot a look around to make sure there was no traffic in the park, then said, “Okay, 
sweet­heart. Want to get on my lap, or bend over the seat back and take it from be­hind?”

	“I’ll squat on you,” Gayle said, mov­ing around so he could slide out from be­hind the 
wheel. “I’ve got more con­trol that way.”

	Pulling her dress up over her tits, she climbed on the seat with her knees on either side 
of him. Her hand trembled when she reached down for his stiff or­gan to guide the pulsing 
pole into her cun­tal canyon. When she had oiled the smooth cock knob with her milk, she 
in­ser­ted it in her hole and began drop­ping down, for­cing the gi­gantic rod into her 
va­gina.

	“Gnnnuuuggghhh! Dan! Ooo­hhh, brother, did I need that! Feel how wet I am? It sure 
isn’t go­ing to take long for me to blow off now! Hh­huuuhhh! Gg­gaaahhh!”

	He surged up to her to drive his pole in to the hilt, then cupped and squeezed one tit 
while he ap­plied his mouth to the other one. When she began un­du­lat­ing her hips, he was 
already smack­ing wetly on the hard nipple.

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF! UNF! UNF! UNF!” Gayle gripped his 
shoulders and star­ted a cork­screw mo­tion with her cunt as she raised and lowered on his 
fiery tool. Her head was thrown back, and she was mov­ing her torso like a belly dan­cer.

	“DAAANNN! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OH, FUCK! THIS IS PURE HEAVEN! I WANT TO 
FUCK YOU FOREVER! HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! FUCK ME, DARLING! JE­SUS! 
GAAAHHH!”

	Her na­ked ass thwacked against his thighs and her nails dug into him as she bucked 
and bounced on his cock like a de­mon. He trans­ferred his mouth to her other tit and pushed
his face into the soft cone while he humped and reared off the seat.

	“FUCK IT, GAYLE!” he shouted, slam­ming his back against the seat and stretch­ing out 
al­most prone. “FUCK, BABY! USE THAT CUNT LIKE A WHORE! DAMN, YOUR’RE GOOD! UNGH!
UNGH! UNGH! OH, SHIT! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! FUCK IT, HONEY! FUCK IT OFF! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	The car rocked and the springs squeaked as they thrashed and heaved in­side. Dan put 
his hands on her ass and clutched at her buns while Gayle twis­ted and turned every which 
way with her big tit­ties bob­bling and slap­ping to­gether. The schluck­ing sounds of 
fuck­ing filled the air around them and mingled with their moans of bliss.

	“FF­FUUUC­CCKKK MEEE! DAAANNN! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! OH, GOD! I’M GO­ING 
TO CUM! DAN! I KNEW I COULDN’T HOLD IT! OH, BROTHER! I’M 
CUUUMMMMIII­IN­NNNGGG! NOW! OH! OH! HH­HUUUHHH! AH! AH! GODDD! 
GNNNUUUGGGHHH! WWWAAAHHH! OH! OH! OH!”

	His hands closed over her tits and he kneaded them mer­ci­lessly as the jizz filled his 
prick, and then erup­ted in­side her. The boil­ing se­men poured forth in spurt­ing jets, 
caus­ing him to shake con­vuls­ively, then he went limp and sagged back with a deep sigh.

	“Good Lord, Gayle. You’re too much! You keep fuck­ing me dry!” She kissed him, then 
squeezed her cunt tight and pulled it off his still-throb­bing dick. “And that’s the way I al­ways
want to keep it, dearest. Then I’ll be sure you’ll al­ways come back to me.” They got out of the 
car, and while Dan pissed into a bush, Gayle squat­ted in the rear and let the globs of fuck 
juice drain from her twat. When they were back in, Dan lit ci­gar­ettes for them both, then set 
the car in mo­tion.

	“Gayle,” he said when they were out of the park, “I’m afraid I have a con­fes­sion to 
make be­fore we get mar­ried.” He told her about his old­est daugh­ter and his wife, then 
said, “Now comes the really hard part. I’ve had sex with Trish. Everything. I’ve well, even fucked
her. She wanted it, and I wasn’t man enough to re­fuse. That’s the whole story.”

	Gayle stared out of the win­dow word­lessly for sev­eral blocks. When a traffic light 
hal­ted them, she turned to Dan. “Darling, I really can’t blame you for any of that. You see, you
were right. I planned the in­cid­ent with Sally and ordered her to do it. I’d seen how you 
looked at her, and felt reas­on­ably sure she could se­duce you. Are you angry with me?”

	“No. I knew it all along. It isn’t what’s in the past that con­cerns me, it’s the fu­ture. I’m 
not sure I can stop my­self from want­ing both the girls.”

	She cleared her throat nervously. “Are you say­ing there’s a chance that you will 
con­tinue to fuck them after we’re mar­ried?”

	The light changed, and Dan star­ted up again. “I would be less than hon­est with both 
of us if I didn’t ad­mit it. Want to change your mind now?”

	“I’ll never do that. If you want to fuck them, and they want you to, I don’t see how I 
could stop it. It has noth­ing to do with us ex­cept for two small items.”

	“And they are?”

	Gayle in­haled deeply. “First, I’ll prob­ably be a little bit jeal­ous un­til I get used to it. 
That’s only nat­ural. Secondly, I wouldn’t want them to wear you out so much that you 
wouldn’t have any­thing left for me.”

	“I can un­der­stand and ap­pre­ci­ate both points. But ba­sic­ally you would have no 
ob­jec­tions to my fuck­ing the girls?”

	“I wouldn’t have the right, Dan. You see, I have a few of those skel­et­ons in my closet, 
too. After my hus­band left me, I was so lonely I could have died. Lon was four­teen at the 
time. I couldn’t bring my­self to go out look­ing for an­other man, so I in­tro­duced my son to
sex. Un­til I met you, I took him to bed with me and fucked him.”

	Dan pulled over to the curb and stopped, keep­ing his gaze riv­eted on the wind­shield 
in front of him. “How of­ten?”

	“Nearly once a week.” Gayle swal­lowed hard. “And that wasn’t all I did. I sucked him off 
and coaxed him into eat­ing me. Not only that, but when he wasn’t avail­able, I went after 
Sally. She and I have fin­ger­fucked each other quite a bit, though we haven’t gone so far as 
to go down on each other. Now, it’s your turn to say whether you want to back out.”

	Dan chewed on his lower lip, then said, “We sure make one hel­luva pair, don’t we? Is 
that all?”

	“Yes.”

	“Do you want Lon to con­tinue fuck­ing you?”

	“I don’t know. I can’t see any­thing wrong with if it you’re with one of the girls. Be­lieve 
it or not, I taught him to fuck like a pro. He’s really very good at it.”

	“I be­lieve you.” Dan pulled back into the stream of traffic. “The ques­tion is, where do 
we go from here? If we keep fuck­ing our own chil­dren, we’re play­ing with dy­nam­ite. 
Es­pe­cially in our po­s­i­tion. Don’t mis­un­der­stand me, now. I’m not say­ing we shouldn’t 
do it. We’ll simply have to be damn care­ful. All the way.”

	“I agree. And we’re go­ing to have to ap­proach the kids care­fully, too. After all, this is 
a very del­ic­ate situ­ation.” Gayle paused and smoothed her skirt. “Dan, are either of the girls 
a bet­ter fuck than I am? Please tell me the truth.” He pondered that ques­tion for a mo­ment.
“No, I can’t in all hon­esty say they’re bet­ter. They’re younger and tighter. And I have to 
ad­mit that fuck­ing them makes me feel younger. How­ever, you have ex­per­i­ence and 
abil­ity they don’t have.”

	“They like your cock?”

	“Yes, it would seem so.”

	“Would you have to fuck each of us in turn?”

	“No. I’d only go to them peri­od­ic­ally. For a change of pace.” She put a hand out and 
felt his soft prick. “Then as far as I’m con­cerned, let’s go all the way. I would much rather have
you stick­ing them than some young punks who don’t know what the score is. At least I know 
you won’t man­handle them or hurt them in any way.”

	“And you and Lon?”

	“Once in a while. Please?” She laughed. “For a change of pace?” Dan couldn’t help but 
smile. They had solved all their dif­fi­culties in a re­mark­ably short time. Now all that 
re­mained was to ex­plain the situ­ation to the chil­dren and work out some sort of plan that 
would keep them all out of trouble. It had been much easier than he had ex­pec­ted.

	“How about stop­ping off for a drink to cel­eb­rate be­fore we go home?” he asked.

	“Sounds won­der­ful. I could sure use one.”

	“Okay, I know a place.” He made a quick right turn and picked up speed. “I won­der 
what the kids are up to?”


CHAPTER NINE

	Over cock­tails, it was de­cided that Dan and Gayle would each ex­plain things to their 
re­spect­ive chil­dren the next day, and then they would all meet to work out the de­tails. 
Gayle’s in­tel­li­gent re­sponses to all of his sug­ges­tions im­pressed him, and he was sure 
everything could go off without a hitch.

	They drove back to Dan’s house, Gayle picked up Sally, then Dan told Trish good night 
and star­ted up the stairs for his bed and a much needed rest. He had just reached the second
floor hall­way when his daugh­ter called to him.

	“Daddy? Can I sleep with you to­night?” He stopped and turned. “Not this time, baby. 
We’d both bet­ter get a good sleep, be­cause we’re go­ing to need it to­mor­row. I have two 
meet­ings to at­tend first, but then I have a sur­prise for you. Lock up the house and turn off 
the lights, please.” Trish had been count­ing on a fuck, and the re­fusal hurt her, but she 
resigned her­self to the in­ev­it­able and did as she was told. Stop­ping off to pee, she eyed 
the drawer that con­tained her dildo and de­cided to take it to bed with her. She had to have 
some­thing, and the long tube was bet­ter than noth­ing at all.

	When she lay on her bed in the dark­ness, she par­ted her legs and rubbed the tube up 
and down her dew-filled fur­row. When a warm sen­sa­tion began flow­ing through her, she 
gently in­ser­ted the hard ob­ject into her va­gina and star­ted to jack off. Her tiny hand 
poun­ded against the thick hairy lips of her twat, which made the dildo fuck­ing even more 
joy­ous.

	“Uuummm! Uuummm! Hh­huuuhhh! Ooo­hhh!” Clos­ing her eyes, she let her 
ima­gin­a­tion run wild, and pre­ten­ded a strong hand­some boy was plow­ing her 
pas­sion­ately. In a mat­ter of seconds she was hump­ing her youth­ful cunny against the 
stabbing tube and writh­ing her hips.

	“Gaaahhh! Oh, fuck! Jeez! Hh­huuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Aaahhh! Unf! Unf! Unf!” She bit 
her lip when her cli­max erup­ted to keep from cry­ing out, shuddered, then sank down and 
let the rap­tur­ous feel­ing slowly dis­sip­ate. It wasn’t as good as a real fuck, but it did 
re­lieve the ten­sion that had built up in­side her all even­ing. Leav­ing the tube in­ser­ted in 
her pussy, she re­laxed and let sleep claim her.

	Over break­fast the next morn­ing, no men­tion was made of sex or the pos­sib­il­ity of 
Dan’s mar­riage to Gayle. He gave her in­struc­tions on how to handle some im­port­ant calls 
he was ex­pect­ing, told her where he could be reached dur­ing the day, then grabbed his 
briefcase and left.

	Trish worked on the house, took a bath and a douche, then dressed in shorts and a 
hal­ter with the in­ten­tion of sun­ning her­self in the back yard be­fore the sun got too hot. 
The phone began ringing as she was go­ing down the stairs, and she dashed to an­swer it.

	“Hi, kid,” Sally said. “God, did you hear the news? My mom told us about it this 
morn­ing be­fore she left.”

	“What news?” Trish asked, puzzled.

	“Wow, didn’t your dad tell you?”

	“No, he didn’t talk about any­thing ex­cept busi­ness this morn­ing. What’s up?”

	“I’d bet­ter let him clue you in, Trish. I’d prob­ably screw things up if I told you. He’s 
sup­posed to talk to you today. What time is he sup­posed to be home?”

	“I don’t know ex­actly. Some­time this af­ter­noon, I guess. I sure wish you’d tell me. Are
you and Lon com­ing over?”

	“Huh-uh. We can’t. Mom left us a list of things to do a mile long. Maybe this 
af­ter­noon, though, if we get busy. I’ll have to let you know later. Okay?”

	“I guess. See you later, then.”

	Trish was more than a little angry when she hung up the phone. “Damn it any­way! Why 
can’t any­body ever tell me any­thing?”

	She had just turned and star­ted for the back door when the tele­phone jangled again. 
With a sigh of dis­gust, she picked up the re­ceiver.

	“Good morn­ing,” Doris Hard­ing said cheer­fully. “How’s my fa­vor­ite girl?”

	“Fine. How are you?”

	“Well, that all de­pends. Is your father there?”

	“No. He’ll be gone all day.”

	“Would it be all right if I came over? I’d like to talk to you about a few things and see if 
we could pos­sibly get to­gether.” Trish knew what she was talk­ing about, and a mul­ti­tude 
of thoughts rushed through her head in a flash. If she was to let the busty blonde come over, 
she wasn’t sure whether or not she would be able to res­ist her ad­vances, and that could lead
to prob­lems. On the other hand, her curi­os­ity about fe­male sex was very strong.

	“I think that would be okay,” she fi­nally said hes­it­antly. “Right now?”

	“As soon as I can make it, dear. Twenty minutes at the very most. I’m look­ing for­ward 
to it. ‘Bye.” The young girl’s heart was pound­ing when she went into the liv­ing room and 
plopped down on the couch. She was scared, but at the same time some­what anxious. Not 
know­ing what was go­ing to hap­pen or what her re­ac­tion was go­ing to be caused both 
feel­ings.

	By the time Doris ar­rived, Trish’s hands were cold and clammy and her legs felt 
rub­bery. She answered the door smil­ing weakly, then re­sumed her seat on the couch when 
the blonde sat down. The wo­man was wear­ing a flowery print dress that clung to her 
cur­va­ceous fig­ure like a second skin, and Trish could see her nipples push­ing against the 
thin ma­ter­ial.

	“Have you given any thought to what we talked about, Trish?” Doris asked, cross­ing her
legs and re­veal­ing an ex­panse of nylon-covered thigh.

	“A little. Not too much. I’ve been pretty busy.” The blonde flashed a warm smile. “Well, I 
haven’t thought about hardly any­thing else. You’ve been on my mind con­stantly. I’m go­ing 
to put it to you bluntly, dear. Are you will­ing to try sex with me?” A shiver ran up the girl’s 
spine. “I don’t know. What would I have to do?”

	“At first, noth­ing ex­cept to re­lax and en­joy it. After a while, you can do any­thing you
please. Fair enough?”

	“I ... I sup­pose so. I’m a little nervous, though.” Doris got up and crossed over to kneel 
in front of the girl. She placed her hands on Trish’s waist and kissed each of her bare thighs. 
“Sweet­heart, that’s un­der­stand­able. But if you’ll let me, I’ll make you feel ab­so­lutely 
won­der­ful.” Trish re­mained si­lent and mo­tion­less as the wo­man reached be­hind her 
and un­did her hal­ter. After drop­ping that on the floor, Doris quickly un­zipped the girl’s 
shorts and tugged them off. As Trish sat there na­ked, the blonde slipped out of her dress. She
was wear­ing the same type of un­der­things as be­fore, only these were a baby blue.

	“Lay down there on the couch, dear,” Doris said throat­ily. “We’ll start out slow and 
gradu­ally work up to the real thing.”

	Trish lif­ted her legs and lay down with her arms at her sides, star­ing at the ceil­ing 
while her flat ab­do­men fluttered. Doris leaned over her and took a tender girl­ish nipple in 
her mouth while she lightly caressed the young nymph’s thighs, belly and hips.

	The girl’s phys­ical re­sponse was im­me­di­ate, and she began quiv­er­ing all over. 
“Jeez, Doris! Ooo­hhh, God! Uuummm!”

	“Feel good?” Doris asked while trans­fer­ring her lips to the other tit.

	“Uh-huh.” The wo­man was be­ing so tender and gentle that any anxi­ety Trish had felt 
was quickly dis­ap­pear­ing. She was be­gin­ning to ad­ore the at­ten­tion. “Uuun­nnggghhh!
Doris! Wow!”

	With her lips still smack­ing on the soft tit, the blonde pushed Trish’s legs apart and 
star­ted to mas­sage her hair-rimmed cunt. Spread­ing the pooched lips with her thumb and 
fore­finger, she ran her in­dex di­git up and down the milky slash, tick­ling the girl’s hard 
clit­oris and rim­ming her rap­idly dilat­ing hole.

	“Hh­huuun­nnggghhh! Doris! Gg­gaaahhh! Ooo­hhh, right there! Je­sus! Aaaggghhh! 
Hh­huuuhhh!”

	Trish was in a state of pure bliss, and her en­tire body seemed to be aflame. She arched 
her back, press­ing her tingling tit against the wo­man’s face and her twat at the prob­ing 
fin­ger. Al­most un­con­sciously, she ex­ten­ded her hand and began rub­bing her palm over 
the huge hard nipples that pro­truded from Doris’s bra.

	The blonde con­tin­ued to suck and feel for a few mo­ments more, then sat back on her
haunches. “I think we’re ready now, darling. Turn around and sit up, then scoot for­ward un­til
you’re hanging over the edge of the cush­ion.”

	“All right,” Trish said breath­lessly. “Are you go­ing to eat me now?”

	“I cer­tainly am.” Doris licked her lips while she waited for the girl to get into po­s­i­tion,
her eyes fixed on the pink, dewy cleft in her crotch. When Trish leaned back, the blonde lif­ted 
her legs and draped them over her shoulders.

	Once again Trish saw the lust­ful gleam in Doris’s eyes and felt her hot breath on her 
damp cunny as the blonde pushed her face for­ward and began kiss­ing her fleecy pel­vis. To 
have her father eat her was one thing, but to have a beau­ti­ful wo­man do it was heav­enly.

	“Please!” Trish whimpered. “Make me cum, Doris! I want to cli­max as hard as I did when
you fucked me with that syr­inge! Oh, wow! Hh­huuuhhh! This is su­per! Goooddd! 
Uuun­nnggghhh!”

	As she moved her lips farther and farther down between the girl’s legs, Doris reached 
up with both hands to cover and knead Trish’s poin­ted mounds. Us­ing her tongue, she 
par­ted the puffy lips, then wrapped her lips around the hard little clit and began to suck on it 
lov­ingly.

	“UUUMMM! UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!”

	“OH, FUCK!” Trish wailed. “I CAN FEEL THAT ALL OVER! DO IT TO ME, DORIS! EAT ME 
AND MAKE ME CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, DAMN! DON’T STOP! DON’T EVER STOP! 
HH­HUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH!” Doris pulled her hands back, and without re­mov­ing her 
mouth from the young girl’s milk-ooz­ing twat, began search­ing for her puckered anus. 
When she found it, she speared her fore­finger through the tight sphinc­ter and up the 
clench­ing canal.

	“WWWAAAHHH! OH, I LOVE TO HAVE YOU DO THAT TO MY ASS! HUH! HUH! EAT ME! 
FUCK MY ASS! EEEAAATTT MMMEEE! DORIS! HH­HUUUHHH! GOD! AAARRRGGGHHH! 
MORE! MORE! OOO­HHH! OOO­HHH!”

	“UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUN­NNFFF!” Cream was over­flow­ing the blonde’s cun­tal 
val­ley and trick­ling down the in­sides of her firm thighs to her bent knees. She stuck a hand 
into her drip­ping crotch and vig­or­ously jammed three fin­gers into her pussy.

	Trish had twined all her fin­gers in Doris’s blonde tresses and was pulling her face into 
her twat while she squirmed and humped as much as she could in that po­s­i­tion. The 
be­gin­ning spasms of or­gasm were already mak­ing her stom­ach pal­pit­ate, and though 
she wanted to make it last as long as she could, she knew she couldn’t hold back.

	“I’M GO­ING TO CLI­MAX, DORIS! HH­HUUUHHH! I’M GO­ING TO CUM REAL HARD! 
LUCK ME! PLEASE! MORE! GNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, GOD, HELP ME! MAKE ME DO IT! 
GG­GAAAHHH! GG­GAAAHHH!”

	Doris had her tongue as far up the girl’s va­gina as it would go, and she was twirl­ing it 
around. She could feel Trish’s cun­tal muscles con­tract­ing and was sure she was on the 
brink. Then the girl’s thighs squeezed her head and Trish’s ass heaved off the couch cush­ion 
while vi­ol­ent tremors passed through her.

	“UUUN­NNFFF! UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!”

	“NNNOWWW! WWWAAAHHH! OH, JE­SUS! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH! OH! OH! OH! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!” The blonde waited un­til Trish’s 
quak­ing had slowed be­fore back­ing away and ex­tract­ing her fin­ger from the girl’s bung. 
She wiped the juice from her face with a hand, then got to her feet and crossed to a chair with
her chest heav­ing. She sat care­fully, glanced at her wet thighs, then looked over at the girl. 
She hadn’t moved, and her flut­ter­ing eye­lids were closed.

	“What did you think of that?” Doris asked quietly.

	Trish’s eyes opened slowly and a grin spread across her pretty face. “It was out­as­ight! 
You sure know how to make a girl cum. I don’t even feel like mov­ing.”

	“Was it as good as be­ing fucked by a boy?”

	“Uh-huh. It’s dif­fer­ent, but just as nice.” Trish pushed her­self back on the couch. “One 
thing I don’t un­der­stand. What do you get out of it? I mean, you didn’t cum or any­thing.”

	“That comes later, honey. One of these days we’ll eat each other at the same time. If 
you’d like, that is. At the present, I’m sat­is­fied just to please you and give you an 
op­por­tun­ity to see what other forms of sex are like.”

	“Oh.” Trish gazed at the wo­man’s twin dark nipples and the patch of dark curly hair that
covered her pel­vis and cunt. “Can I ask you a very per­sonal ques­tion?”

	“Cer­tainly. What is it?”

	“Why do you wear no panties and have those holes cut in your bra?” Doris raised her 
hands and tweaked the two hard points as she smiled at the ques­tion. “Well, it makes me feel
sexy. Like, I’m ready for everything that comes along. Be­sides, my hus­band thinks I have a 
nice body and wants me to show it. He in­sists I wear these damn nylons, too.”

	“Do you, uhhh, fuck him a lot?”

	“Fairly of­ten. As I told you be­fore, I like girls and men.” The blonde stood up. “Why 
don’t you get dressed, now? I’m go­ing to use your bath­room and wash up. I’ve got cunt 
juice all over me.”

	While Doris went up­stairs, Trish cupped her large tit­ties in the hal­ter, than pulled her 
shorts on. She was sur­prised that the wo­man didn’t ask her to eat her or at least fin­ger­fuck
her, but she wasn’t go­ing to press the point. She still wasn’t sure that she could lick a pussy, 
even though now it soun­ded tempt­ing.

	In a few minutes, Doris came back down and put on her dress. Then she lit a ci­gar­ette 
from her purse and went to the door. “I’ll be go­ing now, but I’ll call you soon. The next time 
we might go to a motel so we don’t have to be wor­ried about some­body bar­ging in on us. 
Re­mem­ber, if you get a chance to fuck, be sure and take a douche right away.”

	“I won’t for­get. See you later.”

	Trish made a sand­wich and com­bined it with a bottle of pop. As she sat at the kit­chen
table, star­ing out the win­dow, she con­tem­plated all that had happened to her sexu­ally, 
what Doris had said, and the strange way Sally was act­ing. Things were be­com­ing very 
con­fus­ing.

	Dan had com­pleted his first meet­ing, to re­view his speeches with a group of se­lect 
as­so­ci­ates, then de­cided to forgo a second meet­ing, with the elec­tion com­mit­tee. The 
cam­paign was al­most at a close, and there was little he could add to what they had already 
done. Be­sides, there was his private life to con­sider, and right now that was ex­tremely 
im­port­ant.

	He paid a visit to a very close friend, Dr. Taylor, and told him with a clear con­science 
that his sex life was such that he was be­gin­ning to feel some­what de­pleted. The doc­tor 
gave him a shot, some pills, and a pre­scrip­tion, stat­ing with tongue in cheek that he wasn’t 
a young man any­more.

	Then Dan headed for home, run­ning over in his mind ex­actly how he was go­ing to 
phrase the ex­plan­a­tion that he was go­ing to have to give Trish con­cern­ing the de­cision 
he and Gayle had made.

	When he entered the house, his daugh­ter’s sur­prise was quite evid­ent. “I de­cided to 
come back early,” he ex­plained. “I want to have a little chat with you.”

	“Oh, okay.”

	He stripped off his coat and tie, made him­self a drink, then sat down with Trish in the 
liv­ing room. After tak­ing a deep swal­low of his high­ball and light­ing a ci­gar­ette, he 
looked at her thought­fully.

	“Honey, Gayle and I have de­cided to get mar­ried. As soon after the elec­tion as 
pos­sible. Is that all right with you?”

	The first thought that popped into her head was that Gayle had pres­sured him into it 
be­cause of what he had done to Sally, and she was temp­ted to tell him what she knew. “Is 
that really what you want, Daddy? I mean, really?”

	“Yes. I’ve given it a lot of thought. I just want to make sure that you would be will­ing to 
ac­cept it. Are you?”

	Trish could tell by his ex­pres­sion that he was be­ing sin­cere, and nod­ded. “Sure, 
Daddy. If it will make you happy, I’m all for it.”

	“I’m glad to hear you say that. It would bother me very much if it up­set you. Now, there
are a few other things, and I’m go­ing to talk to you like an adult. Listen care­fully, but feel 
free to ask any ques­tions you want. Okay?”

	“Uh-huh. Go ahead. I’m ready.”

	He paused a mo­ment to or­gan­ize his words, then said, “Trish, Gayle and I have been 
hav­ing sex for quite some time now. Since we’re both single, that type of com­pan­ion­ship 
was ne­ces­sary for each of us. How­ever, we were dis­creet about it, and I’m sure no one else 
knows.”

	“I did, Daddy,” Trish con­fessed. “I saw the two of you in the kit­chen the day of the 
re­cep­tion. Sally knows, too. And so does Lon.”

	The ad­mis­sion shook him for a second, but then he real­ized he was go­ing to tell her 
any­way, so it didn’t make that much dif­fer­ence that she knew.

	“Well, all right. That saves me a lot of ex­plan­a­tions. Do you also know what happened
between Sally and me the other night?”

	“Yes. She didn’t want to tell me, but I made her.” He shook his head with won­der. “That 
makes things much easier for me. I was afraid you’d be shocked.”

	“I’m not. I’ve learned about a lot of things lately.” Dan drained his glass and set it aside. 
“Now that that’s over, I’m go­ing to tell you what we’re go­ing to do as a fam­ily. All of us. 
Between you chil­dren and Gayle and me. We’re all go­ing to en­joy sex to­gether with each 
other as of­ten as we please.” It was Trish’s turn to be astoun­ded. “Jeez, you mean 
every­body? We can do whatever we want to?”

	“That’s right. Your new step­mother and I feel that it’s the only way to go. We’re go­ing 
to share each other’s bod­ies. Of course, it will have to be a secret between us. No one must 
ever know what we’re do­ing. I’m sure you can un­der­stand why.”

	“Gosh, yes!” Trish now knew why Sally had been so mys­ter­i­ous. This was really go­ing 
to be some­thing! “Daddy, does this mean that you’ll fuck me whenever I want you to?”

	“Al­most, honey. I will have a wife to take care of, too. I will say that we can fuck nearly 
any time you’d like. And if I’m not avail­able, I’m sure Lon would be happy to take care of 
you.”

	“Wow! This is gonna be far out! Are you go­ing to screw Sally, too?” Dan nod­ded. “You 
kids will have all the sex you want right here in the house. None of you will have to go 
look­ing for it else­where. That’s one of the reas­ons we de­cided to do it this way. Gayle and I
would prefer to keep it in the fam­ily.” Trish was thought­ful as she shif­ted in her chair. 
“Daddy, will we al­ways have to do it in the bed­rooms? I mean, will we have to hide what 
we’re do­ing?”

	“That hasn’t been de­cided yet, baby. I haven’t given it much thought. When Gayle and 
the kids get here, we can talk about it. That’s some­thing we’ll all have to agree on.”

	“Sally said she wouldn’t want any­one to watch her, but I think it would be su­per to see
someone else fuck. When I watched Gayle suck you that time, it really ex­cited me.”

	“I can un­der­stand that,” Dan said, smil­ing as he got up to fix him­self an­other 
high­ball. “Be back in a minute.” Trish sat there prick­ling all over as she thought of all the 
pos­sib­il­it­ies the new situ­ation would bring. She could fuck or suck her father and Lon at 
any time without any con­cern ex­cept her de­sire for cli­max. If she wanted, she could even 
have sex with Sally or Gayle, which would sat­isfy her grow­ing de­sire for fe­males. The mere 
thought of it made her pussy quiver with an­ti­cip­a­tion.

	The door­bell rang, and she answered it to let Gayle, Sally and Lon in. All three were 
grin­ning hap­pily, and their eyes were bright.

	“Hello, dear,” Gayle greeted Trish, giv­ing her a kiss on the cheek. “From the looks of 
you, Dan has already ex­plained what we plan to do.”

	“Just fin­ished,” Dan said, com­ing in from the kit­chen with two drinks in his hands. “Sit 
down, darling. Trish, why don’t you bring in some pop? We might as well re­lax while we talk.”

	When they were all seated with their drinks, Gayle smiled across at Dan. “Well, it seems 
that every­one has ac­cep­ted it without any qualms. As a mat­ter of fact, we all seem to be 
look­ing for­ward to it.”

	“It looks that way,” Dan agreed. “Now that we’re all here, Trish brought up an 
in­ter­est­ing ques­tion. Are we go­ing to re­strict our activ­it­ies to private ses­sions, or do it 
out in the open in front of each other?”

	“I’ve had that on my mind too,” Gayle replied. “It ap­pears rather silly to me to hide it 
when every­one else will know what’s go­ing on.”

	“Oh, God, Mom,” Sally whined. “I don’t think I could do those things in front of you. I’d 
be too em­bar­rassed to have my fun.”

	“You’d get used to it, dear. Be­sides, wouldn’t you like to watch the rest of us?” Sally’s 
face turned pink and she lowered her eyes. “Yeah, I guess I would,” she mur­mured.

	“And how about clothes?” Dan asked. “Is there any par­tic­u­lar reason why we can’t all 
go around the house na­ked? I don’t see any cause to be ashamed of our bod­ies if we’re 
go­ing to be open about everything else.”

	“You’re right, Daddy,” Trish piped up. “Why don’t we un­dress right now? It shouldn’t 
bother any­body.” Be­fore she got a re­sponse from any of the oth­ers, she was already on 
her feet and un­do­ing her hal­ter.

	Gayle laughed. “Well, Dan, I guess it’s fol­low the leader. Shall we?” Sally was the only 
one re­luct­ant to strip, but when she saw the oth­ers rap­idly shed­ding their clothes, she 
stood and pulled the short-skir­ted dress she was wear­ing over her head. In less than two 
minutes, all five were stark na­ked and ad­mir­ing each other’s sexual areas.

	It was the first time Trish had seen Sally or her mother in the raw, and it sur­prised her 
that she found her­self star­ing at their cunts and tit­ties rather than at the two male pricks 
that were throb­bing and pulsing within easy reach. Gayle’s nipples were dark, and as large as 
half dol­lars, while Sally’s were dime-size and pink. Both of their pussies were covered with 
ebony curls, and their slits were clearly vis­ible between their puffy cun­tal lips.

	When they were seated again, both Dan and Lon stud­ied each of the nude fe­males 
care­fully, their cocks dan­cing in their laps and lust glow­ing in their eyes. It would be a 
dif­fi­cult de­cision which one to fuck first, as they were all at­tract­ive and had out­stand­ing 
fig­ures.

	“Dan,” Gayle asked, “do you have any ob­jec­tion if we be­gin our ses­sions now? We all
seem to be ready, and it would be a shame to post­pone it and make us all suf­fer.”

	“I don’t see why not,” he replied. “It’s only a ques­tion of who does what first.”


CHAPTER TEN

	Sally’s ini­tial reti­cence had now dis­ap­peared, and she looked at Dan boldly. “If it’s all 
right, I’d like to fuck you. We’ve only had a chance to do it once.”

	“I think that’s a good idea, Dan,” Gayle said. “It would help to re­lax her.”

	“All right. Why don’t you get on top this time, Sally? We might as well try it a dif­fer­ent 
way.” Dan slipped out of his chair and stretched out on his back on the floor with his massive, 
blue-veined prick poin­ted at the ceil­ing. He fol­ded his hands be­hind his head, then 
watched the young bru­nette crawl over to him. He ex­pec­ted her to climb on his dick right 
away, but in­stead she crouched down and began kiss­ing the shiny purple head of his 
or­gan.

	“Not too much of that, baby,” he moaned. “I want to cum in your cunt, not your mouth.”

	“Uh-huh.” She rimmed the crown of his tool with her tongue, then took his thick 
mem­ber in her mouth and sucked on it gently while fond­ling the heavy scro­tum between 
his thighs. After wet­ting his muscle thor­oughly with her saliva, she raised up and swung a 
leg over him to straddle his ri­gid pole.

	“Fuck it slow, sweet. I want to en­joy every second of it.”

	“I will, Dan,” she panted, then looked down through her cleav­age while she care­fully 
aimed his pis­ton at her sop­ping twat. She ex­pertly greased the tip with her milk, then 
guided it into her dilated hole.

	“Christ you’re hot, Sally,” he grunted as his pecker wormed into her sheath. “Uuun nnggghhh! Oh, damn! Aaaggghhh!”

	Pla­cing both hands on his shoulders, she looked down at him with pas­sion-glazed 
eyes as she forced her girl­ish cunny over his gar­gan­tuan cock.

	“Ooo­hhh! Jeez, Dan! You’re so godaw­ful big! Gg­gaaahhh! I want it so bad! 
Gggnnnuuuggghhh! I needed your prick! Oh, God, how I needed it! Hh­huuuhhh!”

	From their chairs, the oth­ers watched Sally’s hairy snatch swal­low Dan’s poker un­til it 
had en­tirely dis­ap­peared. Then their pel­vises were meet­ing and there was a look of pure 
rap­ture on the young girl’s face.

	“Fuck him good, honey,” Gayle said. “You know how. Give him a good one.”

	“Oh, God, yes!” Sally whimpered. She lif­ted her cunt un­til only the head of Dan’s 
or­gan was bur­ied, then sank down slowly on the cream-covered joint. “HH­HUUUHHH! 
OOO­HHH! DAN! FUCK! FUCK! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	“Swirl it around, baby,” Dan said, reach­ing out for her firm, pink-nippled tit­ties. “Uuun nnggghhh! That’s it! Screw it! Damn, what a tight cunt! Aaarrrggghhh! Squat down on it all 
the way!” Trish struggled hard not to be jeal­ous as she watched Sally spiral and buck her twat
on her father’s pis­ton. She had thought it would be fun to see at first, but now she wasn’t so 
sure. And if her friend proved to be a bet­ter fuck than she was, it would be hard to take.

	“FUCK ME, DAN! HH­HUUUHHH! OOOHH, I LOVE IT! FUCK! FUCK! IT’S SO FAR UP 
IN­SIDE ME! GG­GAAAHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	“KEEP IT UP, HONEY! POUND ON IT! SQUEEZE YOUR CUNT! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! 
UNGH! GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT! AAARRRGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF!”

	Sally’s cun­tal cream was pour­ing out onto his pel­vis and over his balls as her bare ass 
smacked against his thighs. He was heav­ing off the rug, slam­ming the head of his tool 
against her womb. He knew from the ex­pert way she worked her pussy on his dick that she 
had had more ex­per­i­ence than he’d thought.

	Gayle was lean­ing for­ward with her legs par­ted, fin­ger­ing her gash as she looked on
with avid in­terest. She knew full well what Dan’s mon­strous prick felt like when he fucked, 
and she could eas­ily un­der­stand Sally’s ob­vi­ous pleas­ure.

	Lon wasn’t watch­ing the ac­tion on the floor. He was grip­ping his stiff shaft tightly 
while he gaped at Trish’s large, quiv­er­ing tits and saw her ab­sently rub the in­sides of her 
shapely thigh. It was her he wanted to fuck, and he could hardly wait for his turn.

	“FF­FUUUC­CCKKK MMMEEE!” Sally cried out. “OOO­HHH, DAN! HUH! HUH! HUH! I 
CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT! IT’S SO STRONG AND HARD! I’M GONNA CUM PRETTY SOON! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OOO­HHH! FUCK! I’M SO FULL OF COCK I CAN’T BE­LIEVE IT! 
HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	Dan was striv­ing to hold back his jizz, but Sally’s clench­ing sheath was suck­ing it 
through his tubes like a suc­tion pump. She was ham­mer­ing on his prick like an ob­sessed 
har­lot, twirl­ing and un­du­lat­ing her hips to make his or­gan touch every sens­it­ive spot in
her steamy va­gina.

	“DO IT, BABY! FUCK IT! I’M GO­ING TO SHOOT OFF! FUCK IT! FASTER! UNGH! UNGH! 
UNGH! OH, JE­SUS! FUCK, SALLY! CUM, KID! GO OFF! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! UNF! 
UNF! UNF! GG­GAAAHHH!”

	The young bru­nette tensed up when she felt the boil­ing gusher of sperm slam against 
her womb. It shot in jets from Dan’s jerking prick, filled her tun­nel, then oozed out into her 
slash. His hot erup­tion was all it took to bring her to or­gasm, and she shuddered with bliss 
as the mag­ni­fi­cent ex­plo­sion thundered out from her groin.

	“WWWAAAHHH! I’M ... CUUUMMMII­IN­NNGGG TOOO! HH­HUUUHHH! OH, MY 
GODDD! OOO­HHH! GNNNUUUGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! OH, DAN! AAAHHH! AH! AH! 
AH!”

	When their con­vul­sions had ceased, Sally care­fully slipped her drip­ping twat from 
Dan’s cock and rolled over onto her back with her full-bus­ted chest heav­ing. Her eyes were 
closed and her face was flushed. Faint shivers were still run­ning through her lush frame when 
Dan struggled to his feet and staggered back to his chair to slump down.

	“How was she, Dan?” Gayle asked. “Pretty good?”

	“More than that, she was ter­rific. Be­sides, hav­ing a piece of ass in front of an 
audi­ence adds some­thing to it that I had never ex­pec­ted.”

	“Whose turn is it now?” Lon asked anxiously.

	“Yours, if you want it,” Gayle said. “But why don’t you wait a minute, dear? Sally will have
to go clean up, and I’m sure she’ll want to watch.”

	“Woweee!” Sally ex­claimed, push­ing her­self to a sit­ting po­s­i­tion and then to her 
feet. “I feel all shaky! My or­gasm was so fant­astic it made me dizzy!”

	“That’s a good sigh,” Gayle said. “Run up­stairs, now. You’d bet­ter douch, too. Trish, will
you show her where the things are?”

	“Sure. C’mon, Sal. Let’s hurry.”

	When the girls left, Gayle turned to her son. “Lon, I sup­pose you want to fuck Trish, 
don’t you?”

	“You bet! I really dig on her!”

	“I don’t blame you, but why don’t you stick her from be­hind, dog style? That way we 
can watch some­thing dif­fer­ent.”

	“It’s okay by me, as long as I get my cock in her.” Dan stood up and picked up his glass 
and Gayle’s. “I’ll mix us a drink while we’re wait­ing. Same thing?”

	“Yes, darling, please. Maybe it’ll cool me down a bit.” He chuckled and went to the 
kit­chen. As he pre­pared the con­coc­tions, he wondered if he was really pre­pared for this. It
was one thing for him to fuck his daugh­ter, but quite an­other to watch someone else do it. 
He had just fin­ished stir­ring the drinks when Gayle came in, her heavy breasts sway­ing and 
her pussy hair glisten­ing wetly.

	“I be­lieve I know what’s go­ing through your mind, honey,” she said, tak­ing the 
proffered glass. “A father is al­ways pro­tect­ive of his daugh­ters. Would you rather Trish 
didn’t fuck with us just yet?”

	“No. I ad­mit it makes me feel a little queasy, but this thing has already star­ted. I know 
Trish wants to fuck, and I can’t in all good con­science de­prive her of it after what I just did to
your Sally. I’ll simply have to grin and bear it.”

	“I’m glad to hear you say that. After all, we did de­cide it was bet­ter to have them fuck 
in front of us rather than be­hind our backs. It’ll be all right. You’ll see.”

	They kissed, then re­turned to the liv­ing room. Trish and Lon were stand­ing, wait­ing 
ex­pect­antly for their pres­ence. When they had taken their seats, Trish looked at Gayle with a
wor­ried ex­pres­sion.

	“Lon told me what you said. I’ve never done it that way be­fore. I don’t know how.”

	“It’s easy, dear. Just get down on your knees and bend over with your head on your 
arms. Lon will do the rest. Try it and see. It feels good that way.” Trish nod­ded and knelt, but 
still seemed un­sure. She crossed her arms and res­ted her cheek on them, then moved her 
knees apart. Her gleam­ing ala­baster buns were hiked in the air, and the pink slash of her 
cunt was ex­posed, with shim­mer­ing droplets of cun­tal milk cling­ing to the pet­al­like 
in­ner folds.

	“Go ahead, Lon,” Dan said, try­ing to sound un­con­cerned.

	The boy got down be­hind Trish and crawled up to her but­tocks with his cock in his 
hand. He slid the head of his or­gan down the crack of her ass un­til he found her cun­thole, 
then he star­ted push­ing his hips for­ward to in­sert his dick in her fiery va­gina.

	“Ooo­hhh, wow!” Trish groaned as the stiff spike speared into her twat. 
“Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Hey, this is all right! Hh­huuuhhh!”

	“Je­sus, Trish!” Lon grunted when he put his hands on her slim waist and thrust his 
strain­ing pis­ton into her belly. “God, what a cunt! Uuun­nnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!”

	Trish’s nipples brushed the car­pet as she braced her­self against the in­va­sion of her 
twat. As the hot, hard head con­tin­ued to pen­et­rate, she closed her eyes and whimpered 
with bliss.

	“Hh­huuuhhh! Ooo­hhh! Hh­huuuhhh! Uuummm! Oh, Lon! Jeez!” Lon had his neck 
bowed and was star­ing down through her ass crack at his dis­ap­pear­ing prick. He 
con­tin­ued to drive it in un­til her cheeks were pressed firmly against his pel­vis and his 
cock­knob was touch­ing her uterus. Then he bent over her back and reached be­neath her 
for her large, dangling cones.

	“Fuck me, Lon!” she whined. “I want it so bad it hurts. I need an or­gasm! Do it to me! 
Fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me! Goddd! Hh­huuun­nnggghhh!”

	Dan had winced when the boy first entered his daugh­ter’s youth­ful twat, but now, 
ob­serving her ob­vi­ous pleas­ure at be­ing fucked, he real­ized he had been more 
con­cerned with his own feel­ings than hers. She had every right to ob­tain all the 
grat­i­fic­a­tion she needed and wanted, and he was de­term­ined not to stand in her way.

	“Isn’t it beau­ti­ful, darling?” Gayle re­marked. “Some­times I wish I were young again 
and go­ing through my first ex­per­i­ences. It’s the new­ness that makes it so ex­cit­ing.”

	He nod­ded si­lently and sipped on his drink as Lon star­ted to stab his un­usu­ally 
large cock in and out of Trish’s writh­ing cunt.

	“AAAGGGHHH! TRISH! OOO­HHH, FUCK! IT’S JUST LIKE A MOUTH! UNGH! UNGH! 
UNGH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! IT’S SU­PER TO FEEL YOUR TITS WHILE I’M FUCK­ING YOU! 
UNGH! UNGH! DAMN!”

	Trish was twirl­ing her hips and buck­ing back­ward on his long pier­cing or­gan, 
for­cing it as far into her as it would go. It felt as though it was go­ing even deeper than it had
the first time, and it was heav­enly. She reached back between her legs and closed her hand 
around his swinging balls, rolling them around in her palm like marbles while he pumped 
fiercely.

	“LONNN! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, JEEZ, HARDER! DO IT FASTER! IT’S SO FAR UP 
ME I CAN AL­MOST TASTE IT! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! FUCK! HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! 
OOO­HHH, FUCK!”

	Sally’s dark eyes were smoky as she gaped at the fuck­ing young­sters. Even though 
Dan had given her a mar­velous or­gasm, see­ing an­other couple cop­u­late only a few feet 
in front of her had aroused her pas­sion again, and her cun­tal fur­row was filling with 
lub­ric­at­ing fluid. She was de­term­ined to cum again, even if she had to jack off with her 
fin­ger.

	“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK, TRISH! SQUEEZE YOUR PUSSY! OH, GOD! I’M NOT 
GO­ING TO BE ABLE TO HOLD IT LONG! AAARRRGGGHHH! I THINK YOUR CUNT IS 
FANT­ASTIC! AAAGGGHHH! WWWH­H­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	His pel­vis was slap­ping re­sound­ingly against her buns each time he plunged into 
her, and the sound com­peted with the sluicing noise his dick was mak­ing in her sop­ping 
twat. He was knead­ing her tit­ties at the same time, squish­ing them with his fin­gers.

	“LON, I’M GO­ING TO CUM! HH­HUUUHHH! DON’T STOP! DON’T EVEN SLOW DOWN! I
WANT TO DO IT! OH, JE­SUS! DEEPER! DEEPER! FUCK! FF­FUUUC­CCKKK MMMEEE! NOW, 
LON! I’M ... CUUUMMMII­IN­NNGGG! NOW! HUH! HUH! HUH! OOO­HHH! GG­GAAAHHH! 
OH! OH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!”

	The boy re­leased her tits and straightened his back. His eyes rolled in their sock­ets 
and his jaw dropped. His body went taut, then he began to shud­der as his se­men gushed 
out of his rod into the girl’s slimy tube.

	“AAARRRGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF! TRISH! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! OH, DAMN! 
UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! FF­FUUUC­CCKKK! WHUF! WHUF! UNGH! SO GOOODDD!”

	After see­ing the chil­dren cli­max, Dan turned to Gayle to com­ment on it. She had 
both feet pulled up on the chair cush­ion, spread wide, and was fe­ver­ishly stabbing at her 
creamy cunt with two fin­gers, mas­turb­at­ing frantic­ally. As he stared, her legs shot straight
out and she shook vi­ol­ently.

	“HH­HUUUHHH! HH­HUUUHHH! OOO­HHH! UUUN­NNFFF! UUUN­NNFFF!” On the 
floor, Lon snaked his shriv­el­ing cock from Trish’s cum-filled cunny and backed away. When 
his tool left her pussy, fuck juice fol­lowed it and dripped to the rug between her legs. She fell 
for­ward and lay there vi­brat­ing from the af­teref­fects of joy­ous or­gasm.

	With a fi­nal shiver and heavy sigh, Gayle pulled her fin­gers from her snatch and 
lowered her legs to the floor. Then she took a deep breath, and all of her muscles seemed to 
go limp at once.

	“Darling, you didn’t have to do that,” Dan told Gayle. “I would have fucked you in just a 
minute.”

	“I know,” she said weakly, “but watch­ing the kids made me so hot I couldn’t wait. Now 
that we’ve all done our thing, we can rest for a while. When you’re ready, you can give me 
what I asked for.”

	Dan was puzzled. “What was that?”

	“Don’t you re­mem­ber? I want you to fuck me in the ass.” He grinned. “But as I re­call, 
you said you wanted that in bed.”

	“Right here on the floor will do nicely, dear. I think you could cum again much easier in 
a tight ass than a juicy cunt. I know how hard it is for a man to go off time after time.”

	“All right,” Dan said agree­ably. “Whatever you say.” Trish had got­ten to her feet, and 
white li­quid was stream­ing down her legs. “I’m go­ing to take a douche and a shower. Don’t 
do any­thing till I get back, will you? I don’t want to miss any­thing.”

	“It would be a good idea if we all cleaned up,” Gayle said. “It’ll give us a break. You kids 
go first, then Dan and I will take a shower to­gether.” Sally was dis­ap­poin­ted at the 
en­forced delay, but fol­lowed the other young­sters up the stairs. When they reached the 
bath­room she said, “Trish, why don’t we shower to­gether? We can wash each other off.”

	“Suits me.”

	After Trish turned on the wa­ter, the two girls climbed in with Trish car­ry­ing the 
douche syr­inge. She handed it to Sally, say­ing, “Go ahead and do it to me. I like it bet­ter 
when someone else does it.”

	With Trish’s back to the spray, Sally got on her knees and gently in­ser­ted the hard 
nozzle into her friend’s cunny. As she squeezed the bulb slowly, she pumped it in and out to 
give the ef­fect of fuck­ing. Trish gripped the girl’s shoulders and began to hunch on the 
dildo.

	“Oh, God, Sally! Hh­huuuhhh! That’s su­per! Now let me drain it out, and we’ll slap each 
other down.”

	Lon was sit­ting on the toi­let lid, wait­ing, and when he heard what the girls were 
do­ing his wil­ted cock began to rise, even though he knew he would have to wait a while 
be­fore he would be able to fuck again.

	“Well, darling,” Gayle said, re­turn­ing from the kit­chen with fresh drinks, “it looks as 
though everything is go­ing to turn out even bet­ter than we hoped. The kids are hav­ing a 
ball, and I know I’m get­ting a kick out of it.”

	“Yeah, it ap­pears we made the right de­cision. As long as we can keep it to ourselves, 
we have the per­fect situ­ation. It’s a shame you can’t move in right away, but we have to 
keep up ap­pear­ances un­til we make it legal.”

	She sat down on his lap, press­ing a na­ked hip against his hard, up­right prick. “While 
the kids are gone, I’d like to ask you a ques­tion, dearest. Do you have any ob­jec­tion to girls 
hav­ing sex to­gether?”

	The ques­tion gave him a start. “Why, I’d never given it much thought. Why?” Gayle 
looked deep into his eyes. “Let’s face it, Dan. You and Lon are go­ing to be hard put to sat­isfy
us three girls all the time. You know darn well that a male can only do so much. That could 
lead to frus­tra­tion for my­self and the girls once in a while.”

	“Let me get this straight. Are you say­ing the three of you should turn into les­bi­ans 
when we run out of steam?”

	“Would that be so bad, dear?” she asked per­suas­ively. “After all, sex is sex. Does it 
really mat­ter who is sat­is­fied and who does the sat­is­fy­ing?” Dan pondered that for a 
minute. Though at first it seemed re­volt­ing, he could think of no lo­gical ar­gu­ment against
it. What harm could it do as long as the girls had male re­la­tion­ships at the same time? “I 
sup­pose it would be all right as long as it didn’t turn into a per­man­ent thing.” She kissed 
and hugged him. “Thank you. I knew you’d be un­der­stand­ing about it.”

	“Okay, we’re through,” Trish said, lead­ing the other kids into the room. “Sally and I are 
go­ing to fix a snack while you two take your shower. I laid out clean tow­els for you.”

	“Won­der­ful,” Gayle said, jump­ing up. “Come on, Dan.” They car­ried their drinks to 
the bath, Dan turned the wa­ter on, then they stepped in. They washed each other 
thor­oughly, then Gayle took the soap and began sudsing up Dan’s ri­gid or­gan.

	“I’ve changed my mind, honey,” she said softly. “You can use your soapy cock to wash 
out my rectum and fuck me at the same time.”

	Turn­ing around, she bent far over and put her hands on the rim of the tub. As soon as 
she spread her feet, Dan moved up to grip her by the waist and aim his prick at her bung hole.
He touched the tip to her ori­fice, braced his feet, then pressed his hips for­ward.

	The tight sphinc­ter stretched over his cock­head, and then his soap-slick tool slipped 
eas­ily up her rectum. As it pen­et­rated, Gayle clenched her anus around his shaft, and the 
sen­sa­tion gave Dan a thrill he had never be­lieved pos­sible.

	“GOD­DAMN, GAYLE! IT’S TER­RIFIC! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! JE­SUS! SQUEEZE IT AS 
HARD AS YOU CAN, HONEY! UUUN­NNGGGHHH!”

	“FUCK ME, DAN! FUCK IT JUST LIKE MY CUNT! HH­HUUUHHH! OH, FUCK! 
GG­GAAAHHH! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY PUSSY! AAAGGGHHH! PUSH IT ALL THE WAY IN! I CAN 
TAKE IT! AAAGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	With the warm wa­ter pelt­ing his back, Dan began strok­ing his slip­pery muscle in and
out of her bung, with tingles of de­light char­ging his balls. She had been right. Her tight ass 
would make him cum faster than her mouth or her twat.

	“UNGH! UNGH! GAYLE! BABY! OOO­HHH, FUCK! HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! CHRIST, 
THIS IS WON­DER­FUL! UUUN­NNGGGHHH! ARE YOU SURE IT DOESN’T HURT?”

	“NO! OH, GOD, NO! PUMP IT AND CUM! SHOOT YOUR STUFF WAY UP IN­SIDE ME! 
HH­HUUUHHH! I LOVE IT! HUH! HUH! HUH!”

	Dan was amazed at how quickly his jizz had star­ted flow­ing through his groin, and he 
began quak­ing as the seeth­ing sperm raced through his tubes to­ward his plunging dick. It 
was ab­so­lutely fab­ulous, and he si­lently cursed him­self for not try­ing it be­fore.

	“GAYLE, I’M GO­ING TO BLOW OFF! OH, FUCK! IT’S COM­ING! I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK! 
HH­HUUUN­NNGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF! GAYLE! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! 
UH! UH! UH! UH!”

	“I FEEL IT, DAN! WWWAAAHHH! CHRIST, IT’S LIKE AN EN­EMA! GG­GAAAHHH! OH, 
BROTHER! FF­FUUUC­CCKKK! OH! OH! OH! OH!”

	When his prick had stopped spurt­ing, Dan slithered his dick from her anus and they 
both washed and rinsed again be­fore climb­ing out to dry off. Gayle was forced to pat her 
ass dry as it had been stretched far bey­ond its nor­mal lim­its and was a little tender.

	“I’ll say one thing,” Gayle re­marked as they hung up their tow­els. “I’ll bet I have the 
clean­est as­shole in town.”

	They were both laugh­ing hil­ari­ously as they walked down the stairs hand in hand.


EPI­LOGUE

	As it turned out, Dan Chand­ler was elec­ted by an over­whelm­ing ma­jor­ity, and two 
days later was sworn into of­fice. He and Gayle were mar­ried the fol­low­ing day, then she 
and her chil­dren moved into Dan’s big house.

	Though they all claimed bed­rooms for them­selves, it was merely a form­al­ity, for on 
the very first night the bed-hop­ping began. At one time or an­other, each room in the house 
was util­ized for sexual activ­it­ies of every de­scrip­tion, and after the first week, every­one 
was near­ing total ex­haus­tion.

	After de­cid­ing that the al­most con­tinu­ous or­gies could be dis­astrous to their 
health, Dan and Gayle sat down to­gether to work out a sens­ible sched­ule that would 
sat­isfy every­one, yet not leave them phys­ic­ally spent. It was drawn up and pos­ted, and 
ri­gidly ad­hered to.

	An­other week went by with everything go­ing smoothly, then one day Trish answered 
the phone and heard Doris Hard­ing’s voice. The busty blonde wanted to see her, and 
wouldn’t take no for an an­swer. Trish begged her to wait un­til the next day, then that night 
she tear­fully con­fessed to her father and Gayle what had tran­spired with the Hard­ing 
wo­man.

	“I had a ses­sion with her once,” Gayle ad­mit­ted, “over a year ago. She’s not bad, and 
she keeps her mouth shut.”

	“I wouldn’t mind try­ing that my­self,” Dan said. “She’s sure a sexy-look­ing broad.” Man
and wife looked at each other for a long mo­ment, then Gayle said, “What do you think, Dan? 
Shall we?” Dan thought about how much he could use Hard­ing’s sup­port, and how much his
wife could in­flu­ence him with her cunt. It didn’t take him long to make up his mind.

	“Why don’t you call and in­vite her over? One more fe­male won’t make that much 
dif­fer­ence. After all, as you said, sex is sex. Let’s give it a try.”

	And that, dear reader, is the way it happened.


The End
