DBB-107  The Stepdaughters
[aka 'Stepdaughter Sex']
(Rod Waleman)


INTRODUCTION 

"Women can adjust to anything," Petronius wrote in his Satyricon almost two 
thousand years ago, "so long as there is a man and a healthy penis 
involved." Petronius was referring to Roman women of his era, but he 
undoubtedly included all women of all times in his statement. He could not 
be unaware of the legendary history of Romulus and his soldiers who raped 
the Sabine virgins and carried them away as wives, for when the time came 
for the liberation of the females they refused to leave their virile 
captors. They had adjusted. 

It is on this theme of adjustment that Dansk Blue Books's Rod Waleman has 
based his new novel, The Stepdaughters. Although it is, in essence, the 
story of the love-starved, widowed Valerie, we cannot ignore the presence of 
her two beautiful teenage daughters, Ethel and Penny, both of whom are in 
heated competition with mother for the attentions of Valerie's new husband, 
Mark. 

Mr. Waleman's deft characterizations of the three passionate females, and of 
the smoothly functioning Mark, places his book far above the ordinary novel. 
His characters speak and move with authenticity and realism, and the action 
is so fast-paced that it is difficult to lay the book down once one has 
begun reading it. When we first meet Valerie Walker, we cannot help but feel 
her love, her trust, and a little of her incredulity that such a wonderfully 
virile man as Mark would be attracted to a widow with two daughters. We 
watch as she succumbs completely to his forceful personality and his animal 
vitality in bed. Then, coldly, Mark puts into operation his plan for 
complete domination of the household. The willowy, headstrong Ethel-at first 
teasingly and then with deadly seriousness-plays with Mark's proffered 
forbidden fire; instead of being burnt, she discovers she has received new 
and frighteningly potent powers. The trusting, affectionate Penny is the 
next to find herself caught in Mark's web of sensual intrigue, and it is not 
until her childlike body is joyfully screaming out its ecstatic defiance to 
morality that she discovers she has become a woman. 

When Mark's son by his first marriage, Neal, is brought to live in the 
household, Valerie realizes what is happening. It almost immediately becomes 
evident that Neal has some of his father's characteristics and attributes. 
Valerie, herself, fighting valiantly against her own hot, dark desires, is 
one of the first victims of Neal's strength and charm. 

In time, Valerie is forced to adjust to this communal love setup. She must 
adjust ... or lose forever her husband and her happiness. It is at that 
moment she realizes, with horror, that this will be only the first of many 
adjustments she must make in the future. But can she adjust? Will she adjust 
to this immoral situation? 

It would not be fair to the reader to reveal any more of this exciting 
story, for the ending itself is a classic, with the final sentence in the 
book being, "That was really the only thing that mattered." It is a 
denouement worthy of Balzac, Flaubert, Tolstoi, or Hemingway. 

It is possible that the graphic scenes, explicit language, and sexual candor 
of the characters will offend some readers. But people like the Walker 
family do exist, and to deny them their day in this Dansk Blue Book court of 
public judgment is merely turning one's back on reality. 

This is the story of survival-a survival of the species on one level, the 
survival of the fittest on a deeper level, and on the deepest level of all 
... the survival of the need of physical love which was common to Adam and 
Eve and thus transcends all other hungers and needs. 

We are grateful to Mr. Waleman for writing this novel. If you like The 
Stepdaughters, we know you will also enjoy his first novel for Dansk Blue 
Books, The Young Librarian. 

The Publishers 

 Chapter I 

Valerie Walker applied a frosty-pale lipstick carefully before the bathroom 
mirror. She had the motel suite to herself for the moment since her 
daughters, Ethel and Penny, were off on some errand of their own and her 
husband, Mark, had had an early business appointment. Valerie had indulged 
herself by sleeping an extra hour. 

The mirror in the bathroom between the two bedrooms reflected a tall, 
ash-blond, fresh-faced, full-bosomed woman with light blue eyes and 
marvelously clear skin. She put the lipstick away and smoothed her skirt 
over hips that flared spectacularly from her slender waist. Her woman 
friends were envious of her girlish waist and calves which emphasized the 
firm, matronly curves of her breasts and buttocks. 

Satisfied with her appearance, she left the motel suite and went down the 
long corridor to the coffee shop. Her freshly lipsticked mouth broke into a 
wide smile when Mark stood up at a corner table and waved to her. She 
hurried to him and kissed his cheek lightly before taking the seat across 
from him. "Good morning, dear," she said warmly. "I'd have come sooner if 
I'd known your appointment was going to be a short one." 

"Didn't know it myself," he said cheerfully as the waitress filled Valerie's 
coffee cup. Mark Walker was a handsome man, six-two, two hundred trim 
pounds, with black hair and a small mustache. He wore clothes well and had a 
debonair manner that suggested sophisticated tastes. 

Valerie glanced around the coffee shop as she lifted her coffee cup to her 
lips. "Where are the girls, Mark?" 

"I gave them money to do a little shopping," he replied. 

"You're spoiling them outrageously!" Valerie protested. 

"Nonsense, Val," he said briskly. Then he smiled. "And anyway, why shouldn't 
I spoil all three of my girls?" 

Valerie felt a tide of color sweeping into her face at the look in Mark's 
eyes. She had been married to Mark Walker for only four months, the most 
thrilling months of her life. Ethel, almost seventeen, and Penny, almost 
sixteen, were her daughters by a marriage that had ended in widowhood for 
her eight years previously. She had never expected to be as happy as she 
found herself to be in the arms of Mark Walker, and she still found it 
exciting to wake mornings and rediscover his dark head on the next pillow. 
And best of all, the girls had taken to him almost immediately. 

"Orange juice?" Mark suggested. "Eggs over with sausage?" 

Valerie refused the orange juice but said yes to the eggs and sausage. She 
still had a little-girl feeling of well-being at Mark's casual inclusion of 
his whole new family on his business trips. Mark was an insurance broker and 
a prosperous one. They had moved into his handsome home around which Valerie 
was still feeling her way, and the feeling of money being available for 
luxuries still caused her to feel a bit giddy. And the girls loved it, of 
course. 

Thinking of her daughters reminded Valerie of a point she wanted to bring up 
with Mark. She set down her coffee cup before speaking. "I'd like to make a 
suggestion," she began. "You don't have to decide right this minute, but I'd 
like you to be thinking about it. It's about your son, Neal." Valerie was 
Mark's third wife, and Neal, seventeen, was the son of his first marriage. 
Because Mark's second wife hadn't wanted the boy around the house he had 
spent his teenage years in a military academy. 

"What would you think about bringing Neal home from the academy and letting 
him finish his last semester at the local high school with the girls?" 
Valerie continued. "He was really cute with them when he was home for a 
visit three weeks ago, and I hated to see him go back to that place. He's 
had so little family life, Mark, and I get the feeling he's lonely. He's 
shy, but he has delightful manners." She leaned across the table slightly. 
"You've made me so happy, dear," she said softly, "I can't bear to think of 
anyone connected with us not being as happy as possible." 

Mark was staring into the depths of his coffee cup. "Do you think the girls 
would adapt well to what would be an invasion of their private preserve?" he 
asked. 

"I'm sure of it," Valerie said firmly. "Penny thought he was the greatest 
thing since her last roller coaster ride." 

Mark smiled. "We'll think about it, then," he said. "You know you have two 
very nice daughters, Val. I had a cup of coffee with them this morning while 
they were breakfasting, and I asked them-quite seriously, I may add-" He 
smiled at her again. "If they felt I was making you properly happy. Ethel 
said promptly that anyone had only to look at you to know I was. Before I 
thought I said people should see us when we were alone t o g e t h e r." The 
smile quirked the corners of his attractive mouth. 

"Fortunately the semi-suggestive nature of my response seemed to pass over 
their attractive young heads." 

Valerie smiled, too. "Youngsters know so much more these days than we did 
when I was a girl, but I guess they don't know it all yet despite their 
pretensions to sophistication." Her eggs and sausage arrived, and she ate 
hungrily, accepting another cup of coffee from the waitress. 

Mark leaned across the table as Valerie had previously. "You didn't ask me 
why I gave the girls shopping money," he said in an undertone. Valerie shook 
her head negatively, her mouth full of toast. "I couldn't give them money 
for the movies in the morning," Mark continued with a twinkle in his eye, 
"but I thought if I removed them from the vicinity of the suite, it just 
might be possible for me-" He leaned still closer and his voice lowered 
again. "To persuade my wife to come back to our bedroom with me for a good 
fuck." 

Valerie's cheeks pinkened but her eyes shone. Mark's ardency was a 
continuing revelation to her. Sex-starved for the years of her widowhood, 
she doubly appreciated this virile man who could melt her with a glance. 
"Your wife is very easy to persuade, sir," she replied demurely. Under 
cover, of the table she reached across and gave Mark's thigh a quick 
squeeze. 

"More coffee?" he asked as she finished her eggs. 

She shook her head as she rose from the table. Picking up her handbag, she 
walked around the table and placed her lips against Mark's ear. "I'd rather 
have the fuck," she murmured. 

He laughed aloud, and heads turned in their direction. Valerie's color 
heightened again at the attraction she had drawn by causing Mark's masculine 
guffaw, but she was proud of the appearance she knew they made. His big hand 
had already started in the direction of her hips before he remembered their 
public position, and the hand fell to his side. 

Mark paid the bill and they returned along the corridor to the suite, 
Valerie walking a bit faster than usual. Inside, she locked the door, then 
walked through the bathroom to the girls' bedroom and locked that door. 
Returning, she placed her handbag on the bureau and walked into Mark's arms. 
He had been standing staring almost absentmindedly at the closet door, 
partly opened. "What is it?" Valerie asked, putting her arms around him. 
"What's on your mind?" 

"You," he said immediately, hugging her. "Your ass. Your cunt. That's what's 
on my mind." 

Valerie's skin pebbled lightly as the rude words stirred her juices. She 
snuggled her head against her husband's shoulder while his hands crept down 
her back and played fondly with her ungirdled behind, palpating her 
wide-beamed soft buttock flesh until her breath came more quickly. "I love 
it when you talk to me like that," she whispered. 

"What's that, madam?" Mark inquired loudly. "What have you to say to your 
deaf old husband?" 

"I said I'm in love with my husband's big prick," Valerie said clearly, and 
kissed him. "His lovely big prick that fucks my cunt." She looked down at 
the goosebumps on her arms. "Isn't it amazing what you do to me, Mark?" she 
asked quietly. "I'm getting wet." 

"And where might that be, wife?" Mark trailed his mustache across the bare 
flesh of Valerie's upper arm, and she shivered. 

"You know where," she retorted. "Right where your ravening monster is going 
to bump my little pussy." 

"Let me undress you," he said huskily, and reached for the buttons on her 
blouse. 

Valerie stood obediently while Mark slipped her out of the blouse and 
unfastened her bra. Her snowy white breasts crested with cherry-red nipples 
centered in dark areolas thrust forth firmly from her chest wall, and Mark 
Walker lowered his head to kiss the resilient flesh and then lick at the 
stiffening nipples with a probing tongue. 

"Ooooooooooh!" Valerie breathed in a contented sigh. "Do you think it feels 
so good because I know what comes afterward will feel even better?" 

"Indubitably," Mark said. He unzipped her skirt and guided it down over her 
hips and legs. Valerie stepped out of it and tossed it on a chair. Mark did 
the same with her half-slip, and Valerie stood revealed in garter belt, 
panties, and stockings. Teasingly Mark plucked the elasticized waistband of 
the panties from Valerie's slender waist and very, very slowly pulled them 
down over the yieldingly voluptuous milk-white globes of her outspread nude 
hind cheeks, completely unveiled except for the ineffectively concealing 
garter belt tapes. 

"Now let me do you," Valerie said. Mark had already removed the jacket of 
his suit, and she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails from his 
trousers. She unbelted those and let them drop to his ankles, then knelt 
down in front of him and removed his shoes. Mark was standing with his back 
to the bed and Valerie's bare behind, out-thrust in her kneeling position, 
was pointed at the closet door. 

She swept his trousers from his ankles, and still kneeling, pulled down his 
undershorts. "Ahhhhhhh, you beautiful thing!" she said softly, taking her 
husband's lazy erection on her palm while with her other hand she caressed 
his hairy balls. Long black hair clustered thickly on Mark's thighs and 
buttocks. His equally hairy belly was flat and solid-looking. 

Valerie wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, then lowered her head and 
took the prick on her palm into her mouth. She licked it, then sucked on it, 
her cheeks puckering. She ovaled her mouth and began to move her lips back 
and forth on its increasing length while the springy, full-fleshed spheres 
of her robustly brimful naked posterior quivered slightly from her 
exertions. 

Mark changed the position of his feet so that he was standing sideways to 
the bed, and Valerie moved on her knees to remain in front of him and not 
lose her mouth-grip on the expanding, thick-stemmed cock crowding the back 
of her throat. Valerie made a humming sound deep in her throat, and the 
vibration passed from her lips to the prick in her mouth brought Mark up on 
his toes. "Christ!" he said fervently. "You've got a mouth on you like a 
vacuum cleaner, Val!" 

Valerie let her fleshy prisoner slide from between her lips as she looked up 
at her husband. They were standing and kneeling, respectively, in profile to 
the closet. "I wish you had four more so I could bring them up for you, 
too," she said. "He's ready, isn't he?" She stroked the purple-headed, 
saliva-slick rampant prick thrusting at her face. "I adore what you're going 
to do to me, you darling thing." 

Mark reached down and placed both hands under her armpits, raising her to 
her feet. Their bodies fitted together comfortably as he kissed her hard on 
the mouth, Valerie's softly protruding round belly blending into her 
husband's harder, hairy one. Just below his erection jutted upward and 
prodded her in the downy blond fleece atop her thigh-juncture. 

They kissed lingeringly, exchanging tongues and searching out each other's 
mouths with darting forays. Mark's right hand groped at Valerie's thighs 
which widened obligingly so his hand could enter between them and a finger 
dip between the pink-lipped furrow nestled in her feathery curls. Valerie 
began to moan softly and rub her belly feverishly against Mark's. 

"Ohhhh, God, I'm so hot!" she said hoarsely when Mark removed his mouth from 
hers. She widened her thighs still more. "Feel me, dear. Put your finger way 
inside." 

"Let's get on the bed so I can really get at you," Mark replied. "You're 
almost as slippery down there as if I'd already had my prick in you." 

"I just gush when you touch me," Valerie murmured. "Even with my clothes on. 
A couple of times I've had to change panties just before we went out 
somewhere." 

Mark sat down on the bed and placed Valerie between his knees. He pulled the 
waistband of her garter belt down to mid-thigh, then let its weight pull it 
and her stockings down her creamy legs. He inclined her forward over one 
thigh almost in spanking position, then bent forward and kissed each 
succulent bare hind cheek. "I'm going to eat a planked steak right off your 
bare ass one of these days," he said with a rasp in his voice. He 
manipulated the sleek surfaces which vibrated gently, opening and closing 
her deep fissure. 

Once again his hand went between her thighs and a curved finger probed 
upward into her sex-slit. Valerie purred like a milk-fed kitten as the 
finger slowly worked its way in and out of her moist pussy-lips. With her 
left hand she reached behind her and took hold of Mark's cock which had been 
almost covered by her body. She squeezed it in time to the finger-frigging 
of her eagerly participating cunt, then gasped aloud as Mark's finger action 
picked up speed and intensity. 

"On your back, Val!" he said sharply. 

Gladly she shifted from his knees to the bed and rolled over on her back. 
Her splayed thighs pointed at the closet door as Mark's hand returned for a 
final brisk tuning-up of her sex-engine that had Valerie burbling like a 
teakettle. 

"Ask me, sweetheart," he said finally in what had become a ritual with them. 

"Please fuck me, dear," she responded. "Fuck me hard and I'll love you 
forever." 

Mark moved in between her parted legs and, taking each in a hand, doubled 
them back against her chest. Valerie's finger-frictioned love nest pouted up 
at him from the midst of damp, blond pussy hair, and he lowered his head and 
ran his tongue along her reddened slit. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she exclaimed, 
stretching her thighs still farther apart. "It's just gorgeous when you eat 
me!" 

"But it's not what you really want right now?" he questioned her. 

"I want your prick in me," she said feverishly. "In my cunt. All the way in 
as far as it will go." Mark shuffled closer to her on his knees, and Valerie 
groped for his hardstanding cock. "Let me put it in," she begged. "I love to 
put it in me." 

She bumped the purple head against her cranny in search of her cuntal 
entrance. Her hand steadied, thrust firmly, the head disappeared, and 
Valerie's breath whistled between her teeth. "Ohhhhhhhh, that wonderful 
feeling!" she sighed deeply. 

Mark immersed his thick cock in his wife's up-thrust quim with steady 
pressure. His blue-veined rigidity was engulfed in her straining twat a 
shining white inch at a time. He joggled his hips from side to side to widen 
the passage, and Valerie's lips parted again as she voiced her reaction to 
the sensual stimulation caused by the big prick in her sex-crevice. 
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Mark!" she cried. "I love you, Mark! I love you!" 

When he was belly-to-belly with Valerie, Mark lowered his head to the 
juncture of her neck and shoulder, then began to pump upon her. His cock 
powerdived upon her tight-clasping cunt while all of Valerie's soft 
woman-flesh was in motion. Belly, breasts, and buttocks jiggled gelatinously 
as Mark plunged in steady strokes into his willing receptacle. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" Valerie moaned excitedly as her cunt was buffeted 
enjoyably by her husband's deep-lodged ramrod. "Ooooooooooh, the way-it 
slides-in and out is-heavenly!" She raised her legs higher and clasped 
Mark's waist firmly with her plump thighs, her upraised bare bottom 
wriggling passionately as Mark continued to plow her garden. 

A hot spark ignited in her interior and proceeded to liquefy. "Mark!" 
Valerie half-screamed as the spark turned to a coal and the coal to a blaze. 
Her thighs trembled as she writhed beneath her husband's steady poking. 
"Mark! I'm-ohhhh!-it's good! It's- ohhh!- I'm-'m-coming, Mark! OHHHhhh!" 

Her convulsed cunt deluged Mark's fleshy wedge in her body. Valerie's behind 
sank languidly upon the bed as her husband's cock plummeted into her juicy 
cavern with increasing abandon. Her hands crept down his muscled back and 
played lightly with his plunging buttocks, reveling in the feel of his 
hairiness. Mark's hard stomach resounded noisily upon Valerie's soft one as 
his cock penetrated her oozing chasm. Her hands left Mark's hind cheeks and 
her arms enfolded his upper body tightly as she felt from the increased 
force of his fucking of her that he was nearing his orgasm. 

And then a shudder rippled through her. "Ohhhhhh?" she murmured in a 
questioning tone. The shudder was followed by another quick flame, fomenting 
sexual excitement in her hard-jostled depths. "Oooooh! Ohhhh, Mark!" Valerie 
panted. "I'm-wait! Ohhh, please-oooooh!-wait!" 

His fierce lunges steadied to gliding thrusts as he went into a holding 
pattern. His wife's pearly, wide-spanned rump climbed from the bed again and 
jiggled in fleshy abandon. Her hips spiraled in feverishly frantic movement 
while her voice soared. "Mark! Mark, I'm-ooooh, there it is-again! Ahhhhh! 
AHHHHHHH! h-h! I'm-coming, Mark! I'm- coming again!" 

Her body was wrenched by uncontrollable interior forces while his prick 
strokes into her returned to their former intensity. His shoulders hunched 
and his knees dug into the bed for additional leverage. His teeth nipped at 
Valerie's neck as he pounded her creaming twat, and then he bellowed 
hoarsely as his hands slipped beneath her to compress her bell-shaped, heavy 
hind cheeks while hot jets of sperm traveled the length of his prick and 
inundated her cock-filled jewel box. 

After a moment Mark's abated erection slipped gently from his wife's 
ruby-red pussy-lips, and he moved out from between her legs and rolled onto 
his back. Valerie flexed her legs several times, savoring the diminishing 
sensation still lodged in her cooling cunt. Then she scrambled onto her 
knees and bent down over Mark, kissing his belly and running her mouth down 
near his greasy-looking, eroded white prick. "Thank you for waiting for me 
the second time, Mark," she said softly. "You're a wonderful fucker. Just 
wonderful." 

"You're not so bad yourself-for an old lady," he teased between rapidly 
drawn breaths. His hands came up and recaptured her hind cheeks which showed 
his handprints from the frenzy of their lovemaking. "What an ass you've got 
on you, Val! I can never get enough of it." 

"I hope you never do," Valerie returned. She licked at his shriveling cock, 
then sucked it. "There," she announced. "It's all clean." She licked her 
lips with a smacking sound. "Love that taste. Love that man-smell, too. I 
can get hot just thinking about the way you smell after we've made love." 

"You're something else," he laughed. "I still think you're putting me on 
when you say you weren't getting any while you were a widow." 

Valerie shook her blond head. "It's true. There were the girls, of course. 
And I was busy. It was too complicated. Oh, I had a proposition or two, but 
I never wanted just a quick poke. I wanted a husband. And now I've got one." 
She snuggled down against Mark with her large breasts probing his rib cage. 
"And you're so good to me, dear." 

"What did you do all the time you were a widow, Val?" 

"For relief, you mean? You know what I did. Feeling guilty as sin every 
time." 

"Exactly what?" he persisted. 

"You're making me reveal all my dreadful secrets," she protested. She 
wriggled closer to his warm body. "But I don't really mind. I have 
compensation, don't I?" She placed several butterfly kisses on her husband's 
chest and neck. "Well, when I was absolutely climbing the wall, I'd go 
upstairs and remove my panties and get on the bed and play with myself with 
my finger while I wondered if I'd ever have a man's heavenly gristle in me 
again. Terribly mundane, I suppose. But also terribly mortifying to think I 
couldn't control my female nature." 

"I'm in love with your female nature," Mark said soberly, still playing with 
a roomy bare buttock, slightly damp from Valerie's abandoned fucking. "So 
many women never realize their potentialities, Val. You do, and that's what 
makes it so great in the hay with you. Even the very first time-" 

"Don't embarrass me by recalling that very first time, since we hadn't been 
churched, sir," Valerie interrupted. She raised herself and placed her blond 
head on Mark's chest. "But I wanted you so badly you could have had me under 
the main intersection traffic light if you'd pushed a little. As it was-" 

"As it was your little pussy's introduction to my prick wasn't quite that 
public, but it didn't miss by much," Mark interrupted in his turn. 

Valerie giggled. "If the choir had ever dreamed what was happening to its 
chaste, unsullied, prudish, angelic director, the world would have come to 
an end." 

His big hand traced the long slope of her back and flirted with the deep 
crease between her billowingly fleshy hind cheeks. "How do you feel, Val?" 

"Like I always feel after you fuck me so nicely," she returned promptly. 
"Scrumptious. Ah-ha!" Her hand darted down and encircled his re-aroused 
cock. "Look who's sitting up and taking notice!" She half-turned to place 
her head above his middle and lipped the lengthening fleshy rod into her 
mouth. Then she dropped it. "Perhaps you'd rather not?" she asked. "I don't 
mean to be an absolute pig, dear." 

"Go right ahead," he invited her. "But this time I want to backdoor you." 

"Any way you want," she answered. "Any way at all. Kneeling on the bed or 
standing up and bending over?" 

"Standing up. There's an extraordinary tactile sensation when I get my prick 
between those handsome big ass-cheeks of yours, Val." 

"My most fervent wish is that you never run out of sensations, Mark," 
Valerie said earnestly. "And you never will if I can help it." She dropped 
her mouth upon the stiffening prick and swirled her tongue around its 
reddish-purple head. It delighted her when she felt Mark's thigh muscles 
tense from the titillation afforded by her quick-darting tongue. 

She rose to her knees to get more leverage, her croup pointed at Mark's 
face. He played idly with her velvety globes while Valerie mouth-fucked his 
long cock into its former state of massive engorgement. He parted her 
weighty nude haunches with his knuckles and slipped a finger into her 
lubricious cunt-hole which he proceeded to palpitate thrillingly while 
little tremors ran through Valerie's luscious belly and thighs. 

"You're on the verge of overdoing it, sweetheart," he said finally, and 
Valerie reluctantly removed her hard-working mouth from his saliva-slippery 
big prick. The circumcised, purple-eyed head pointed right at her chin. She 
gave it a parting lick and slid from the bed. 

She pulled the night table slightly away from the bed, removed the telephone 
and placed it on the floor, then plumped a pillow up and covered the small 
table's top with it. She widened her leg stance to correspond with the 
table's legs and lowered herself upon the pillow on her stomach so that her 
tautly curved bottom cheeks thrust backward invitingly. "Come and get it, 
dear," she said over her shoulder. 

Mark climbed from the bed and approached her plumped-out, deliriously 
capacious nudity. He stood behind her for a moment rubbing his belly against 
the satiny skin of her backside, then brought his erection up between her 
parted thighs. Valerie sighed with pleasure as her husband skillfully found 
her slot and inserted the head of his straining prick inside, then bucked 
its thick-stemmed length all the way up her sex-channel. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Valerie moaned as she felt Mark's balls collide with her upper 
thighs as the head of his prick seemed to reach well up into her molten-lava 
interior. "That's-so nice!" 

She adored the feeling of distention, although the position wasn't her 
favorite for fucking. She found it difficult to come, but anything Mark 
wanted to do in bed was perfectly all right with her. He certainly made her 
come often enough in other positions. She relaxed her stomach and buttock 
muscles and half-closed her eyes as the thick prick began to surge up into 
her from beneath. Mark's lunges into her cunt were so powerful that 
two-thirds of the time Valerie came up on her toes. The steady thwacking 
noise of his belly against her bare behind was the only sound in the motel 
room. 

Valerie floated tranquilly in a cozy sexual haze. She already knew she 
wasn't going to come, but she didn't care. The big prick pistoned her 
sex-chute with felicitous abandon as Mark's heavy breathing testified to his 
expenditure of effort. His hands which had been gripping her bare shoulders 
slipped down and locked underneath the round bowl of her-lissome stomach, 
pulling her up against him more tightly. 

"Hold-on!" Mark's voice rasped as his metronomic fucking of his wife 
disintegrated into a rabbitlike convulsion of his hips as he spurted his 
thick cream far up into her crammed incision. "Ahhhhhhh, Jesus!" he sighed 
deeply, resting his entire weight along the length of her back. "What a 
fuck!" 

Valerie could feel the formerly ravaging cock drooping within her, 
unplugging her cunt-hole so that she could feel Mark's spend escaping from 
her pussy and trickling down her thighs. Her husband's weight was 
considerable but, supported as she was by the table, not onerous. She rested 
quietly and listened to his breathing slack off to normal. 

Finally he pulled his withered prong out of her, slapped a rotund naked hind 
cheek in affectionate thanks for service rendered, and sank back upon the 
nearby bed. Valerie raised herself from the pillow-cushioned table top, took 
a quick swipe between her legs with the trailing edge of a sheet, then 
joined her husband on the bed. They stretched lengthily with mutually 
repleted sighs, Mark's back to Valerie's front with her back to the closet 
door. 

Valerie kissed the nape of Mark's neck and the tip of his uppermost 
shoulder. He reached behind him and once more captured a handful of 
spherical sleekness which always seemed to enthrall him. "Mark," Valerie 
broke the comfortable silence. "I hate to say it, but the girls will be 
coming back from their shopping trip." 

"Where do you suppose I could send them this time?" he asked lazily. 

Valerie laughed happily, a cheery, high-spirited, gleeful sound. "Listen, 
Superman," she chided him playfully, "we're supposed to check out of this 
motel and head for home." 

"I suppose so," he sighed. "D'you want to use the shower first?" 

"We could use it together," Valerie said archly. 

He chuckled deeply. "I think our check-out time would be further delayed if 
we did, sweetheart." 

She raised herself on one elbow to trail her lips lovingly across her 
husband's bare shoulder. A moving shadow on the wall caught her eye, and at 
the same time she sensed rather than saw a flicker of movement behind her. 
Valerie turned her head, and froze. 

Tiptoeing from the opened closet door in their stockinged feet, carrying 
their shoes, were her daughters, Ethel and Penny. The girls flitted silently 
through the motel room into the adjoining bathroom which connected with 
their own bedroom. Valerie heard the faint click of a latched door. 

In that first quick glimpse Valerie thought her heart had stopped beating. 
She was afraid she was going to faint. Then adrenalin-charged blood thudded 
through her veins in violent emotional reaction. "Mark!" she got out in a 
choked voice from a throat that felt both dry and constricted. "Oh, Mark!" 

He flopped over instantly, turning to face her. "What is it, Val? Leg cramp? 
Let me rub it." 

"Ohhhh, n-no!" she whimpered. Her lungs felt seared; she had no breath. "The 
girls-" She couldn't bring herself to say it. 

He looked at his watch. "You're right. We probably should get going." 

She buried her face in his hairy chest, unable to look him in the face. "The 
girls were in the c-closet, Mark, watching! They s-saw what I d-did!" She 
drew a long, quivering breath. "They heard what I s-said! Ohhhh, Mark, what 
am I going to do?" 

"Whale their asses," he said promptly. "But are you sure? I didn't see or 
hear a thing." 

"I saw them," Valerie moaned miserably. "Oh, God, I frenched you, and-and 
the things we said-" She started to cry, great choking sobs that racked her 
plump body. 

Mark took her in his arms comfortingly. 

"Goddammit, I'm not going to have them spoiling our relationship!" he said 
irritably. 

Valerie tried to catch her sobbing breath. "H-how am I going to make them 
understand that the s-self-restraint I've been-I've been preaching to them 
d-doesn't apply to a m-married woman in bed with her h-husband!" she wailed. 

"Smart-assed little dumplings, aren't they?" Mark said. "Listen, we can't 
let them get away with it. I'm not going to have you skulking around ashamed 
to look them in the face. We'll go in their room right now and pin the tail 
on those donkeys. I'll do the talking. And the acting, if necessary. We'll 
play it by ear. You just back me up." 

He placed an arm firmly around his wife's shaking shoulders, assisted her to 
her feet, and began handing her the scattered articles of clothing from his 
undressing of her. 

 Chapter Ii 

Mark Walker barely repressed a smile as he hurried into his own clothes and 
then handed Valerie her dress. "We can't let them get away with it, Val," he 
repeated. "Otherwise they'll have you feeling you did wrong instead of 
them." 

He watched impatiently as his wife, red-eyed and still sniffling, pulled the 
dress over her head. He really enjoyed her full-bodied sensuality, but he 
was eager to begin reaping the secondary fruits of his marriage to her. He 
had deliberately planted the thought of watching in her daughters' minds 
that morning, although hardly daring to hope that it would bear fruit so 
quickly. Still, he had obviously underestimated Ethel, she of the mercurial 
moods ranging from sullen to vivacious. It was Ethel who had been the 
ringleader, he was sure; Penny was just an easily-led little round-bottomed 
dumpling. 

He had noticed the partly opened closet door as soon as they re-entered 
their motel bedroom, and while not entirely sure of the girls' presence he 
had made sure to make the lovemaking an eye-opener in case they actually 
were watching. He had posed Valerie several times with an eye to her greater 
exposure as witnessed from the closet, and he had encouraged her to greater 
verbal and bodily abandon, an exercise to which her own ardent nature had 
libidinously contributed. 

"Do you think they know you saw them?" he asked as Valerie smoothed down her 
dress. 

"I h-have no idea," she responded shakily. She scrubbed at her eyes with her 
knuckles. "Give me a m-minute to wash my face, Mark," she pleaded. "I 
c-can't confront them 1-looking like this." She went into the bathroom, ran 
the cold water, and laved her face and eyes with the washcloth. 

"Ready?" he asked with as much restraint as he could manage. 

"Y-yes," she said almost in a whisper after a final glance at her tear-wet 
eyes in the mirror. She couldn't seem to turn off the tears after the shock 
of the realization that her daughters had seen her and Mark in such 
hedonistic carnality no matter how lovingly and mutually congenial. 

Mark brushed past her in the bathroom and opened the door of the girls' 
bedroom without knocking. He strode inside, stern-faced, and Valerie 
followed a shrinking two paces behind. The girls were seated in armchairs on 
opposite sides of the room and, knowing her daughters from babyhood, Valerie 
would have known their guilt even if she hadn't actually seen them emerging 
from the closet. Penny looked the image of panic-stricken guilt; Ethel that 
of glacial defiance. 

Just months short of her seventeenth birthday, Ethel Walker was an inch 
taller than her mother with a svelte frame repeating Valerie's lush curves 
in delightful miniature. Shoulder-length auburn hair caught and reflected 
the light which also pointed out the light dusting of facial freckles which 
Valerie knew was continued on her daughter's body. The strong-minded Ethel 
had often taxed Valerie's patience with attempted rebellions against 
Valerie's restraints. Ethel considered her mother hopelessly old-fashioned, 
and Valerie knew that the girl had been amazed when her mother captivated 
the sophisticated Mark. She should certainly have revised her old-fashioned 
name tag after what she saw, Valerie thought grimly, her anger at the 
invasion of her privacy sweeping away part of her mortification as she 
looked at her older daughter attractively clad in a print dress. Ethel had 
good clothes sense. 

Valerie shifted her attention to the other armchair. Penny, a year and three 
days younger than Ethel, sat huddled in her armchair with one hand pressed 
apprehensively to her lips. Clad in faded jeans that hugged her chubby 
curves, the younger girl was a sweet-faced, sweet-natured youngster but so 
easily led that she reminded Valerie of herself in her own youth. Shining, 
jet-black hair framed the youthful features, emphasizing the beautiful skin 
and slightly turned-up nose. Soft brown eyes were fixed anxiously upon her 
stepfather, whom the girl had confessed to Valerie was the handsomest man 
Penny had ever seen. 

Mark had paused in the center of the room, theatrically heightening the 
tension of the moment. When he spoke finally, his voice was so vibrantly 
harsh that Valerie felt a little chill along her own spine. "Am I to believe 
that you two girls just injudiciously invaded the sanctity of the marriage 
bedroom?" he blared at them. "Is it true?" He was staring at the younger 
girl. 

Penny winced visibly. She couldn't find her voice, but nodded helplessly. 
Tears puddled in her brown eyes, then ran down her cheeks. Her small hands 
knitted themselves together tightly in her lap. 

"What did you think you were doing?" Mark roared. 

The girl swallowed hard. "You said-you said mother was h-happy," she 
whispered, "and I thought-Ethel s-said if we watched we could s-see." 

In the other armchair Ethel's chin rose disdainfully at this betrayal of her 
leadership. Her eyes were fixed on space midway between Mark and Valerie. 

Mark's voice quieted suddenly. "But you knew you were doing wrong," he said 
to Penny. 

The girl burst into wrenching sobs, sprang to her feet, and started to run 
to her mother. Mark extended a pointed finger at her, and Penny stopped as 
though she had run into a wall. "We -I didn't th-think it would be 1-like 
that," she sobbed. "I th-thought you'd be k-kissing and- and-" Fresh tears 
swallowed up her words. 

Looking at Valerie's face, Mark knew he had done well to prevent Penny from 
fleeing to her mother's arms. Compassion was writ large upon Valerie's 
expressive features, and immediate compassion would have interfered with his 
plans. He sat down in the armchair Penny had just vacated and patted his 
thigh. "Come here and get over my knee," he ordered sternly. "Girls who act 
like children will be treated like children." 

"Oooooooh!" Penny wailed in dismay when his meaning became clear to her. Her 
glance streaked to Valerie. "Must I, mother?" 

Valerie hesitated. She would have had no qualms if it had been Ethel about 
to go over Mark's knees. She groped for a method to differentiate between 
her daughters' behavior but could come up with nothing. "Yes, you must," she 
said reluctantly. 

Weeping, Penny obediently turned to Mark, who promptly extended her face 
down across his knees with her chubby buttocks in their oft-washed jeans 
pointing at the others in the motel room. "Unfasten your belt," he 
commanded. 

He was already unzipping the jeans' side fastening while Penny raised her 
round stomach and released her belt buckle. Mark at once began to pull the 
jeans down over the girl's bulging backside, deliberately making slow going 
of it. His hand alternately fumbled with back and front of the jeans as he 
tugged downward first in front and then in back. With the jeans part way 
down and the upper slopes of her white-pantied bottom exposed, Penny gasped 
as Mark's knuckles grazed her bare stomach. 

The jeans slid away suddenly and descended down Penny's tubby thighs, 
disclosing all of her tight-pantied rear. The girl whimpered as Mark's big 
hand immediately descended upon the waistband of the panties and the slow 
unveiling continued. Valerie watched sympathetically as Penny's sobs were 
renewed while the white panties crept downward over her bottom, revealing 
the flawless white skin and dimpled amplitudes of her chubby bare behind. 
From her armchair, Ethel glanced quickly at her sister's exposure, then 
looked away as the tip of her tongue circled her lips. 

Valerie was amazed at the expanse of Penny's posterior ... why, the girl 
looked like a woman with her full-fleshed globes divided by her deep 
crevice. It was altogether different from seeing her daughter in the shower 
occasionally. 

Mark moved his thighs under Penny's stomach and her backside trembled as a 
tuft of thick black hair appeared far down between her clenched thighs. 

"This is the way children are treated!" Mark announced in his deep baritone, 
and spanked a soft globe that rebounded with a quiver. He waited seven or 
eight seconds before he slapped its twin stingingly. 

"Ouch!" Penny muttered, wriggling her smarting fanny. 

Almost in slow motion Mark spanked each nude hind cheek again, the loud 
reports of his palm on the girl's tender seat resounding noisily. 

"Oww!" Penny whimpered as Mark did it again. "Owww!" Her thighs widened as 
she tried to rotate her backside out from under the smarting palm, revealing 
flashing glimpses of her chubby pink-lipped pussy nestled in its furry 
embrasure to the watching eyes in the room. "Owwwww! Oooooooh!" Her agitated 
buttocks turned from pink to scarlet. 

"All right!" Mark said after perhaps the twentieth spank. "Go and apologize 
to your mother!" 

Penny wriggled from his knees thankfully, and with no thought of her 
exposure, trotted to Valerie while clutching her hampering down-drawn 
panties and jeans at mid-thigh. "Ohhhhhh, m-mother!" the girl wailed, 
throwing herself into Valerie's arms. "I'm so s-sorry I did it! I never 
d-dreamed of em-embarrassing y-you!" 

Valerie found herself instinctively patting the spank-warmed, glowing 
bottom-cheeks at which Mark was staring from his armchair. Well, if I was a 
man I'd probably stare, too, Valerie thought. "Pull up your panties, dear," 
she whispered to the sobbing Penny. "It's all right." 

Penny's face turned as crimson as her backside as she hastily pulled up the 
drooping panties. Mark sat back in his chair, satisfied. It wasn't his 
purpose to spank so hard the girls would be reduced to shrieking helplessly 
from the pain in their flaming seats. No, his plan was different. He 
intended to make the spankings look good in front of Valerie while in 
reality his efforts were directed at making the girls' exposure so great 
that when they had time to think it over afterward there would be no chance 
of their feeling body-shyness with him in the future. 

He crooked a finger at Ethel, frozen in her chair. "You," he said. "Come 
over here." 

She sat rigidly, her eyes flicking from Penny gingerly stuffing her 
plumpness back into her tight jeans to her mother to whom Ethel couldn't 
bring herself to appeal. Watching in amazement from the closet at her 
mother's licentiously bawdy performance in bed with her husband, Ethel had 
thought with satisfaction that she had rid herself for all time of the 
moralizing preachments from Valerie which had so exasperated the older 
daughter. Now the tables were turned somehow, and it was she and Penny who 
were being shamefully humiliated. 

"If I have to come over there and get you," Mark Walker said calmly, "you'll 
remember for three days that you could have walked over here." 

Ethel shivered at the implied threat. Her own bottom had quaked in sympathy 
with each pistol-like report of Mark's big hand upon her sister's bare 
flesh. Now she was being coerced into assisting at her own abashed disgrace. 
But the threat was too real, too imminent, to ignore. She rose to her feet 
on legs that trembled and approached her stepfather's chair. 

Mark wasted no time. He turned Ethel around as he had Penny and doubled the 
tall-bodied girl up over his knees. He raised her skirt deliberately, folded 
it twice and deposited it in the middle of her back, then did the same with 
her slip. Ethel wriggled uneasily, and Valerie stared in surprise at pale 
blue bikini panties which were Ethel's only remaining covering. Where on 
earth had they come from, she wondered? Then she recalled the morning's 
shopping expedition. Trust Ethel to go to extremes. 

The crotch-band of the thin material was so narrow that Valerie could see 
curling tendrils of reddish-brown hair escaping on either side at the base 
of Ethel's slender thighs. Mark reached for the waistband of the bikini 
panties, and Ethel's resolve broke. "Please!" she begged. "Not bare!" And 
then with more of her usual defiance: "You don't have to make a holy show 
out of me!" 

"What makes you think you should be treated any differently than your 
sister?" Mark inquired, and he leisurely pulled her panties down. Ethel's 
behind, lacking Penny's dimples and bouncing amplitude, was still sweetly 
made. Mark gazed down with inward glee at the smooth, velvety surface of 
gracefully elegant hind cheeks swelling flowerlike from a slender waist. 
Ethel was a miniaturized version of her mother's womanliness, as Mark 
instantly recognized. 

He began to spank the older girl, and the loud smacks of his palm distressed 
Ethel almost as much as the quick blaze her stepfather ignited in her soft 
body-cushions. It sounded so childish! But the increasing conflagration 
setting her writhing naked bottom aflame soon made her forget her 
embarrassment about the sound. "Ohh!" she gasped at each burning spank. 
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" She wriggled furiously all over Mark's knees, disclosing her 
peach-colored slit and reddish-brown mossy grotto. 

Mark suddenly gripped Ethel's left buttock and separated it from its twin, 
disclosing the paler puckering of her anus as he delivered three final 
spanks to the girl's quiveringly blushing right buttock. "Now go and 
apologize to your mother!" he ordered, releasing her. "And decently, or 
you'll be right back down here again." 

Ethel rose from his knees stiffly, trying to restrain her tears. Ignoring 
the pale blue bikini panties which had descended to her calves during her 
struggles to escape the scorching palm, the girl hurriedly pulled down her 
slip and dress to conceal her semi-nudity, but not before she knew her 
stepfather had an eyeful of her bare belly and the feathery red curls 
dipping into her thigh-juncture. 

Lips compressed tremulously, Ethel shuffled to her mother, hobbled by the 
down-dropped panties but unwilling to stoop before everyone and pull them 
up. "I'm sorry, mother," she managed to say in a strangled voice. "I-I 
shouldn't have done it." 

"Satisfactory?" Mark asked Valerie. She nodded, and Mark clapped his hands 
together so sharply that both girls jumped. "All right," he said briskly. 
"We're checking out in half an hour, and I want everyone ready. And let's 
act like human beings on the ride home or we could do this all over again." 
He fixed each girl in turn with a stern stare before turning to his wife. 
"Coming, Val?" Without waiting for her reply he walked through the bathroom 
between the bedrooms. 

Valerie followed him and closed their bedroom door. At the sound of the 
click of the latch, Mark turned to her in pretended anxiety. "Did I overdo 
it?" he asked. "Did I lay it on them too hard?" 

"If anything, you underdid it," Valerie informed him. "Considering the 
offense. I'd have used a hairbrush and you'd have really heard them squeak." 

"I'm not used to the female behind in that position," Mark said. "I was 
afraid of really hurting them." 

"A girl's seat is tougher than you realize," Valerie replied. She tried to 
smile and found her face stiff. "I'll bet neither of them is more than light 
pink right now. But you really had the right idea, Mark. When we went in 
there, I thought I'd never be able to hold my head up in front of them 
again. Now somehow I have my dignity back. Although it's never going to be 
the same, of course." 

"Some day you'll be able to look back on this and laugh about it," Mark 
predicted. 

"Never!" Valerie returned indignantly. "When I think of what I did, and 
said, and what you did-" Color flooded up into her features, heightening 
their attractiveness. 

Mark put his arm around her and kissed her on the lips warmly. It was a 
brotherly, affectionate kiss, not a passionate one, and Valerie responded in 
kind as her entire body seemed to relax for the first time since she had 
seen the girls over her shoulder. "Oh, Mark, I love you so much!" she 
murmured in a voice that quavered despite herself. 

He winked at her. "Care to prove it, madam?" 

She smiled at him as a warm tide of feeling for this attractive man seemed 
to banish the body chill she had felt previously. "Not right now, sir," she 
replied in familiar reversion to her role of demure housewife. "But please 
ask me again when I've had time to pull myself together." 

Mark kissed her again, and Valerie sighed contentedly. 

Somehow the nightmare had evaporated. 



In the other bedroom Penny Walker watched her sister Ethel pulling the 
bikini panties up her long legs and over her dusty-pink sleek-looking 
hindquarters. "Boy, we really got off easy!" the younger girl said 
fervently. "I thought we were going to get blistered." She rubbed her bottom 
gently with both palms over her jeans. "How's your behind, Ethel?" 

"Perfectly all right," the older girl said crisply as though by the 
inaccuracy she could deny to herself that her humiliation had ever taken 
place. "You realize of course that your mother's husband-" She managed to 
make it sound like a curse word. "-was having a field day seeing what he 
could see." 

"I don't care one single bit what he could see," Penny said candidly. "He 
could have burned us up, and he didn't." 

"And what do you think of your saintly mother now with her mealy-mouthed 
preaching about ladylike behavior and-" 

Penny clapped her hands over her ears. "I'm not going to listen to you, 
Ethel," she warned. "Mother was happy, and Mark was h-happy-" She started to 
sniffle. "And w-we were perfect beasts to do what we did!" 

"Oh, blow your nose!" Ethel exclaimed in irritation. 

Penny uncovered her ears. "Listen, I don't know about you, but when they 
knock on the door I'm going to be ready." 

She found her overnight bag and began packing it. 



Valerie and Mark were seated on the chaise longue in front of a gas-log 
fireplace in the den of Mark's spacious home at eleven o'clock that night. 
Mark had a Scotch-and-water in his hand and Valerie had a green creme de 
menthe on the rocks on the floor beside her slippered feet. Mark glanced at 
his wife appraisingly as he removed his glass from his lips after taking a 
swallow. "Well, how do you feel now that the shit has stopped hitting the 
fan, Val, as we say around the office?" he asked lazily. 

She slid down the chaise longue until she could rest her head on his 
shoulder. "Much better, husband," she said softly. 

"I'd say your nerves are in better shape," he agreed. "You can't let those 
kids get you down, you know. Even if they did see-" 

She placed a finger over his lips. "I still don't like to even think about 
what they saw," she interrupted him. 

"But we've got a right, Val," he argued. "A perfect right. Whose business is 
it but ours?" He took another swallow from his glass. "The fact they chose 
to take a peek doesn't alter the essential fact that it's none of their 
business." He grinned suddenly. "A fact I believe they'd take an oath to 
after the waxing I gave their asses." 

He sobered. "Speaking of asses, I was startled at the development of both of 
them at their ages." 

"I guess I was nearly as surprised as you were," Valerie admitted. 

Mark turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. "With three like that-" He 
reached down and patted Valerie's backside. "On the premises I can see where 
Mark Walker has a good chance of developing into an ass-freak. I'll be the 
one hiding in closets for a look." 

Valerie smiled as she returned his kiss. "You won't have to hide to get a 
look at one of them," she promised. 

He patted her again, then raised an eyebrow. "Hmmmm? No girdle, wifie?" 

"I never wear one in the house," Valerie confessed. "I guess I'm always 
hoping you'll feel like playing with something a girdle would only interfere 
with." 

He laughed so hard he almost spilled the rest of his drink. "Now I wonder 
exactly what that could be?" he inquired with mock solemnity when his 
chuckles ceased. 

"Anything covered by a girdle, sir." 

"Like this?" His hand dipped under her skirt, raced up between her thighs, 
and massaged the thin-materialed panties snugged to her crotch. 

Valerie shivered deliciously. "Well, a pantie-girdle anyway," she said. The 
expression on her wholesomely pretty face changed as the finger continued to 
massage her. "Let me take them off, Mark," she whispered. "I'll only get 
them wet." 

She raised herself on her knees, skinned the panties downward after .holding 
her skirt up out of the way, then sat down on the chaise longue again to 
pull them completely off over her ankles. Mark immediately pulled her across 
his lap, bottom side up, folded her skirt and slip out of the way, and 
filled both hands with the springy-solid nude amplitudes of her 
sleek-looking hind cheeks. Valerie rested on the chaise with her head to 
Mark's left and her feet to his right with a dreamy little smile on her lips 
as he fondled, cuddled, and lightly smacked her milk-white globes. 

She stirred only when he parted her gratifyingly luxurious croup-cheeks and 
fingered the depths of her plunging crevice. "You little sinner, you're wet 
already," he told her then. 

Valerie fluttered the muscles in her thighs in pleasurable enjoyment. "I'm 
always wet when I'm near you, Mark," she murmured with her head pressed into 
the chaise while the probing finger parted her blond curls and slipped 
inside her moist pussy-lips. "Sometimes when you just look at me across a 
room I get wet." 

He lifted her upright and sat her on his lap, and Valerie put her arms 
around his neck. "What in the world were you like at seventeen?" he asked 
curiously. 

"I was married at seventeen," she said soberly. "Three months pregnant. To 
the boy next door, because I was always easily stirred. It's one reason I've 
probably been a little too strict with the girls." 

"In reaction," he agreed. "How did it happen?" 

"Oh, the usual way, I guess." Valerie thought for a moment as she looked 
back down the years. "We'd always paired off when we were kids. I guess we 
must have been about eleven when we went through the 
I'11-show-you-mine-if-you'll-show-me-yours syndrome in his cellar one rainy 
afternoon. Then he became interested in athletics and I didn't see as much 
of him. Until one rainy afternoon in my cellar-" 

She paused. "Why do so many sexual things happen on rainy afternoons, do you 
suppose?" she asked. 

"Because if it was clear kids would be outside playing," Mark replied. "You 
were saying?" 

"Yes. I was washing out a pair of my father's overalls in the basement 
washtubs when Jack came down the outside cellarway. He was smoking a 
cigarette, and I took a couple of puffs. Then he started to-you 
know-snuggle. I let him go, thinking I had everything under control. Then it 
was as though an electric current ran through me all at once, and our hands 
bumped together as we both tried to take down my panties. He screwed me on 
an old door set up on two sawhorses. Hardly a comfortable initiation, but at 
that age it's good on a picket fence." 

"It will probably be the major regret of my life that I didn't get your 
cherry," Mark said into her ear. 

"I think they're an overrated commodity," Valerie said. "Messy, and the girl 
cries afterward." 

"I wonder if they do today?" Mark said. "I'd think the majority were a 
little more tough-minded in this day and age." He eased a hand under 
Valerie's dress, bunched on her thighs, and began to rub the smooth bowl of 
her naked stomach. "So what happened?" 

"The classic pattern," Valerie replied. "We did it three or four more times 
that month, and then I missed my period. From the date Ethel was born, I was 
probably caught that very first time. My folks nearly went wild. My father 
paddled me purple when my mother told him after I told her. I never forgave 
him for that. What was I going to change then?" She was silent for a moment, 
eyes fixed broodingly across the room as the big warm hand continued to 
stroke her belly. "So we had to get married." 

"And it wasn't successful?" 

Valerie hesitated, again looking backward. "Oh, it was probably moderately 
successful. When we were in bed, anyway. Which is a stupid thing to say, but 
the truth. We never had much except that in common. My mother didn't speak 
to me for a month when I told her I was carrying Penny so soon after Ethel 
was born. I guess she thought she had a doe rabbit for a daughter. Now 
they're both gone, and Jack's gone. He was hurt at the factory, and one of 
the things affected was his privates. It didn't seem serious at first, but 
it was never much fun for him after that. Then his condition worsened and I 
nursed him for two years before he died." She was silent again before 
resuming with a sigh. "It all seems so long ago." 

"But it wasn't," Mark pointed out. "You're only twice Ethel's age now. But I 
never realized you'd been without sex for almost ten years when I met you." 

"Until you caught me in the choir loft," Valerie agreed. 

"That famous day," Mark chuckled. "In the space behind the organ with the 
choir practicing on the other side of the partition. Would you believe I 
attended choir practice that day not only with malice aforethought but with 
a plan?" 

"Really? I thought it was an accident. Like being struck by lightning." 
Valerie smiled. "It felt like being struck by lightning." 

"I couldn't get at you at your home," Mark explained. "The girls were almost 
always around. I couldn't coax you out of town for a motel weekend. You 
primly rejected the idea. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't get next 
to the genteel, refined, sedate, demure big-assed female whom I was positive 
was a hot piece of goods." 

"I was always so afraid of letting that part of my nature show. It 
seemed-you know-disgraceful. Animalistic." 

"But then when I finally cornered you-" 

"Ooooooh, my!" Valerie sighed. "I'll never forget it. You were ruthless, and 
I loved it. Brutal, and I loved it even more. I get squirmy just thinking 
about it now." 

She slid from his la-p, unzipped his trousers, and removed from his shorts 
his straining white prick she had felt nudging the backs of her thighs. She 
bent down over his lap and took the reddish-purple head in her mouth, 
tickling it with her tongue and sucking at it with in-drawn cheeks, then 
rubbing her ovalled lips along as much of the length as she could get inside 
her mouth. Mark's hand once again slipped beneath her skirt and slip and 
played with her nude rump. 

"How about a fuck in front of the fire?" he asked finally. "Or are you 
afraid one of the girls might come downstairs?" 

"Let's call them," Valerie said wickedly, then giggled. "No, I'm not nearly 
that brave. But we're safe. They're both asleep. I looked in at them before 
I came downstairs just now." 

"Then you're for it, Madam Wife," Mark said firmly. "Shape up the racetrack 
so the horse can trot." 

They rose from the chaise and finished undressing. Mark arranged the 
chaise's pillows in a row on the floor in front of the gas-log. Valerie's 
firm, voluminous white curves were marbled in the flickering light as Mark 
put her on her back on the cushions. He parted her legs, and the light 
glistened on her pale fleece and the paler flesh beneath it. He moved on his 
knees between her legs, and when he crouched down over her, Valerie reached 
for his blunt-headed, thick-stemmed long cock and applied its tip to her 
dewy cuntal-chasm. She raised her legs higher as Mark leaned slowly down 
into her. 

The big white blue-veined prick slid gradually into Valerie's constricting 
pussy-sheath while Mark, balanced on his hands above her glossy belly, 
stared down at her face, half-peaceful, half-excited. He joggled his hips, 
and Valerie's breath whistled in what was almost a squeal. 

"Ohhhhhh, Mark!" she moaned, tightening her thighs and clasping her heels 
together over his back. 

"Ask me, sweetheart," he said in the familiar ritual. 

"Please fuck me, dear," she responded at once. "Fuck me hard and I'll love 
you forever." 

He lowered his upper body onto the deliciously malleable platform of her 
warm belly and large, ruby-nippled breasts, then began to swoop in and out 
of her. In less than a minute he was burying his big prick to the hilt in 
every wallowing plunge upon Valerie's uptilted love-trench. Her breath 
hissed and burbled-between her half-parted lips as her heavy hind cheeks 
bored upward agitatedly while flurrying and churning as her feverishly 
inflamed cunt engulfed the steady-stroking long cock. 

"Mark!" she gasped. "Ohh, Mark!" Her voice turned shrill as her uplifted 
bare backside twitched and palpitated in a series of throbbing jerks. 
"Ooooooooooh, I'm coming, Mark! I'm-ohhh!-commming! OHHH-h-h-h-h!!" 

He tucked his head in the juncture of her neck and shoulder as her 
wild-plunging buttocks slowed to a peacefully placid jogging movement. Her 
hands roamed languidly from his tufted shoulders to his hairy backside as he 
slammed his hardened rigidity in and out of her streaming cunt. Perspiration 
dripped from his matted chest onto her breasts, and additional perspiration 
between their bodies caused their stomachs to part after each of his fierce 
lunges with a faint sucking sound. 

"Love-ly, love-ly, love-ly!" Valerie murmured as the hard prick bored into 
her soft chalice. "Oh, Mark, if it's only-as good-for you!" 

His hips went out of control as hot jets of jism shot up his prick and 
deluged Valerie's already dripping sex-fissure. "Agggrrrhhh!" he snarled as 
he creamed her with his boiling load. They rested in each other's arms, both 
feeling the dwindling descent of his prick in her slot. It finally fell out 
itself with a soft plopping noise, and they both laughed. 

Mark rose and helped Valerie up from the cushions. She wiped herself and him 
with her panties, then picked up their discarded clothing. Mark stood her up 
on the chaise, then crouched in front of her and picked her up on his 
shoulders. Valerie rode him upstairs with her legs over his shoulders and 
her damp pussy rubbing the back of his neck. "Quiet!" she kept murmuring as 
he bumped into things. "Quiet!" Then a fit of giggling overtook her. 

Mark dumped her onto their bed, rolled in beside her, and they fell asleep 
in each other's arms. 

 Chapter Iii 

Valerie overslept in the morning. 

Sunlight was pouring in the bedroom windows when she finally opened her 
eyes. She looked instinctively at the other side of the bed, but it was 
empty. Mark was both an early riser and an early-to-the-office man. 

She looked next at the bureau mirror, their bulletin board, and saw the 
familiar square of white paper slipped between glass and wood in one corner. 
She yawned, knuckled her eyes, sat up, and reluctantly extended her feet to 
the floor. She walked to the bureau in the gossamer nightgown which had been 
one of Mark's presents to her, a gown so sheer that fleeting suggestions of 
Valerie's cranberry-red teats and mossy mound showed through it. 

As usual, Mark's message was brief. "Home for dinner, sweetheart." Valerie's 
eyes lingered on the final word. It was his favorite endearment for her, and 
the one she cherished most. Smiling, she put on a robe and went downstairs. 
It was Ethel's morning for tennis, and she assumed that Penny, a congenital 
late sleeper, was still in her bedroom. 

The first thing Valerie saw when she entered the living room was the 
cushions from the chaise longue still lined up in a row in front of the 
fireplace where she and Mark had forgotten them the previous evening. Her 
cheeks pinkened as she wondered if Ethel had seen them and made the correct 
deduction. She replaced them on the chaise, then sat down and stared 
introspectively at the fireplace. 

In her mind's eye she re-created the scene from last night: two naked bodies 
on the chaise cushions, the one glisteningly white and juicily plump, the 
other muscularly hard and masculinely hirsute, welded together in sexual 
frenzy. The picture stirred her; her fingers curled until her nails bit into 
her palms. Was that what Ethel had seen mentally if she saw the lined-up 
cushions this morning? 

Valerie decided suddenly that she didn't care. It had been horribly 
embarrassing yesterday to discover oneself under observation in the heat of 
the moment in the motel room, but wasn't Mark right about it? They loved 
each other, and who had a better right to demonstrate their love in any 
manner they saw fit? Not too many women could make their husbands as happy 
as she tried to make Mark, Valerie comforted herself. 

She recalled his reference to their very first session together, and her 
features glowed at the remembrance. She shook her blond head in fond 
recollection. His wanting her hadn't come as a surprise-it rarely does to 
any woman, she reflected-but the occasion was surely a tribute to Mark's 
daring and boldly executed strategy. 

Mark Walker had wangled an introduction to Valerie very shortly after his 
first appearance at church as a newcomer in town. The handsome grass widower 
had been the cynosure of all eyes, but he had had none himself except for 
Valerie. He pursued her steadily with invitations only half of which she 
accepted, and proposed to her in the third week of their acquaintanceship. 

She had put him off, both flattered and flustered. The man's vibrant 
masculinity made her feel physically weak in his close presence. She wasn't 
sure she wanted this whirlwindish male animal in her ordered, manless life. 
After all, she had done without a man for years, despite feminine itchings. 
And very nicely, thank you, she told herself proudly. 

And then with one bold stroke Mark had made her speculations about herself 
and her future moot. He had appeared at choir practice one evening, 
surprisingly since he admitted to having no voice. He had joked with her 
about it when she first asked him if he cared to join the choir. "Only if 
you have a part for a bullfrog," he answered. 

But there he was, in the choir loft that night, smiling and moving toward 
her. Little Letitia Hogan was at the organ, and Valerie was wielding the 
baton. Mark beckoned to her, and she tapped the baton on the music stand, 
bringing the chorus to a ragged halt. "From the beginning, please," she 
said, handed the baton to her assistant to conduct the score, and walked 
toward Mark. 

"You're looking more beautiful than ever this evening," he began. 

"I'm sure you didn't come here this evening just to tell me that, Mark," she 
replied. For the first two weeks of their acquaintanceship she had called 
him Mr. Walker. She felt a wariness with the man. She had already 
successfully fended off an attempted coup upon her person in her own home. 
She didn't hold it against him, since he had offered no force, and this was 
the substructure of the male nature. But if and when she succumbed-accepted 
his offer of marriage, that is-it would be upon her own terms, she had long 
since decided. 

"I came about the church organ," he said. He turned her about until she was 
facing it. "I'm something of an amateur organ buff, and this one is rather 
unique." He gestured largely toward the sweeping bank of organ pipes above 
Letitia Hogan's gray head. "I wonder if there's the usual room at the rear 
where I might examine the interior piping and the electronic bellows?" 

"Why, yes, there is," she conceded, pointing out the small door. 

"Will I need a guide?" he inquired. 

"I'll be glad to show you, Mark," she answered, and motioned for her 
assistant to continue with the full score. 

She entered the cramped space behind the thin partition and turned on the 
single unshaded light bulb. When she turned, Mark had closed the door and 
was but a step away from her. Before she had a chance to divine his 
intention, he took her in his arms. Then his hard lips were impressed firmly 
upon her soft mouth while one arm held her easily and the other hand roamed 
her body, her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs. She couldn't free her mouth 
from his passionately sportive lips and questing tongue, and when she felt 
his hand rucking up her skirt she was unable to pivot away from the probing 
fingers and palm which cupped the whole of her plump sex in her 
girdle-opening. 

He had her half-undressed while she was still trying to free herself from 
the fiery tongue and ardent mouth which stirred her to her toes. Above their 
heads the organ pipes wheezed, rattled, and groaned, the bass notes setting 
off vibrations which trembled the floor under their feet. Valerie gasped as 
the searching mouth disappeared while he was ridding her of her girdle and 
the hard masculine hands laved her luxuriantly supple fan-shaped nude 
buttock cheeks. She felt as if she were suffocating in the intensity of her 
mingled emotions. 

He unzipped his trousers and placed in her hand an erection whose size made 
her knees quake. She looked down at it instinctively, hating herself at once 
for the unladylike betrayal of her arousal. The purple-headed monster with 
its throbbing blue veins winked up at her, and she swallowed hard. 

She felt like a rag doll as Mark turned her about and doubled her over. He 
crowded up behind her under the glaring light bulb and the rampant big prick 
prodded her flinching thigh-juncture. He had it into her squirming cunt so 
expertly and so quickly that half its lovely gristle was imbedded in her 
before she could draw a second breath. 

She had never been fucked from the rear standing up, and she wouldn't have 
believed she could enjoy it. Her naked bottom was chafed briskly by his 
trouser-front as he rammed her so hard he moved her across the narrow space. 
Her long-virgin cunt-sheath felt unbearably distended yet hotly functional 
from the riotous gusto of its ravishment. She came twice with jerking 
accompaniments by her stomach muscles before she felt his meaty prong 
savagely deluge her still-twitching sex-slit. She almost fell when he pulled 
out of her. 

He turned her around, straightened her up, and kissed her gently on the 
mouth. "Let's get married this weekend, Val," he urged. She was unable to 
speak, and he patted her behind before releasing her and putting himself to 
rights. "Get yourself together while I go out front and pretend I'm 
measuring the pipes." He pulled a tape measure from his pocket and went out 
the door. 

Shakily she made herself presentable, almost falling again while struggling 
back into her girdle. Fortunately her lipstick was the non-smear type. She 
patted at her hair with her hands. 

Mark came back into the small room with the metal tape measure in his hands. 
He showed her an extended section of it. "That's how much you just had up 
your sweet cunt," he told her softly. 

"S-stop it!" she stammered faintly. She wet her dry lips with her tongue. 
"Do I-do I look all right?" 

"Beautiful," he said fervently. "Beautiful." 

She hardly remembered leaving the space behind the organ. Outside, in the 
more brightly lighted choir loft, Mark talked rapidly in an undertone and 
waved his arms about in large circles. He bowed low in silent thanks and 
then descended the loft steps. Valerie's assistant silently handed her the 
baton, and incredibly, she found herself mechanically conducting the choir 
while a small, slow trickle of moisture ran down the inside of her right 
thigh. 

She and Mark weren't married that weekend, but never for an instant after 
that tumultuous few moments did Valerie doubt that she would indeed marry 
this forceful man. And never for a moment had she regretted it. 

Sitting on the chaise longue, Valerie sighed, recalling it all. Mark had 
taken her measure and never removed his finger from the button ever since. 
And you love it, she told herself. Admit it. You love it. 

She forced herself upright and into reluctant motion again. She went out 
into the kitchen and put on the coffee, opened the refrigerator door and 
decided she didn't want anything else, and sat down at the table. She had a 
steaming cup when it was ready, then went back upstairs. She made the bed 
and straightened up the bedroom, then started for the bath and her shower. 
She turned at the quick pad-pad of bare feet in the hallway. 

A pajamaed Penny entered the bedroom, still rosy from sleep. The girl's 
shining black hair stood spikily over half her small head like a rakish 
halo, and her usual happy-go-lucky expression was sweetly serious. "Hi, 
mother." she said almost shyly. "I wondered-that is-are you still mad at 
me?" The final words tumbled out in a rush. 

"Of course not, darling," Valerie said warmly. She held out her opened arms, 
and her youngest daughter sprinted across the intervening space between and 
flung herself into them, her sturdily fleshed, sleep-warmed young body 
moving Valerie backward a step. Valerie hugged her tightly, then dropped a 
hand and stroked Penny's pajama-clad bottom. "Any spank-marks, dear?" she 
asked lightly. 

"I didn't look this morning," Penny admitted. She moved back a step, turned 
around, skinned down her pajama-bottoms, and presented her gleaming white 
backside for her mother's inspection. Valerie stared at the plump, 
wide-spanned, milk-white hind cheeks she had last seen galloping in scarlet 
agitation on Mark's knees. "How does it look?" the girl inquired. 

"Unblemished," Valerie assured her. She sighed as Penny pulled up the 
pajama-bottoms. "You really don't have a fifteen-year-old-looking bottom, 
dear." 

"That's what the boys say," Penny giggled. 

Valerie smiled involuntarily, but cautionary maxims trembled at the tip of 
her tongue. She checked them momentarily. She knew that Penny, an 
indifferent scholar in contrast to Ethel's quick-minded absorption of 
lessons, had recently had her school horizons brightened immeasurably by her 
sudden discovery of boys. Valerie felt a sympathetic ache as she considered 
her daughter's bright-eyed inexperience. The greatest truism in the world 
seemed to be that the older generation couldn't live the younger's mistakes 
for them. 

"Mother?" Penny said on an inquiring note. 

"Yes, dear?" 

"May I ask you a question? About-about yesterday?" 

"Certainly," Valerie said steadily although she felt she knew what was 
coming. "Ask away." 

Her brown-eyed daughter's young face had seldom looked more serious. "Why 
didn't you tell me about what men and women did so I wouldn't have been 
so-so surprised? I mean that it made you and Mark feel so good and 
wasn't-wasn't nasty like the girls make it sound?" 

"Let's sit on the bed for a moment," Valerie suggested. They sat down side 
by side and Valerie slipped an arm around Penny's waist. "Now, darling," she 
began, "I probably should have told you, except that a parent is always 
afraid that if she makes something sexual sound too attractive, her little 
girl is likely to rush right out and try it with the first boy who comes 
down the street." 

"And have a baby?" Penny smiled. 

"Exactly. We're living in a permissive age, but society isn't prepared yet 
to be that permissive to the female of the species." 

"I know three girls at school who are pregnant now," Penny said casually. 

The remark jolted Valerie, but she tried not to show it. "It's certainly 
unfortunate that they are, because it can change their whole lives before 
they are able to make any decisions themselves." 

Penny sat silently for a moment. "I guess what I really want to ask you, 
mother." she resumed, "is if you think it will be as nice for me when I'm 
married as it is for you and Mark?" 

Valerie hesitated. "If you find someone as nice as Mark," she qualified the 
remark she had been about to make. "You're a little young to be thinking 
about it this soon, dear, but in a couple of years each boy you meet you 
should put through a screening process. You should ask yourself is this the 
boy with whom I want to live for the rest of my life? See his face on the 
next pillow every morning? Raise his babies? Minister to his ego as well as 
his sex drives? Wash his underwear? Sideline many of your own preferences in 
favor of his?" 

Penny was listening intently. "But if-" "Let me say one more thing, darling, 
and then you can ask what you like." Valerie paused to marshal her thoughts. 
"All parents live for their children, Penny, but they must also live for 
each other. Children overlook the fact that parents were together before 
there were children, and in the normal course of events they will be 
together long after the children have gone off to school or in marriage. If 
the parents don't maintain their own intimacy, they have nothing left when 
their families are gone. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" "I think 
so, mother." "Then what did you want to say?" Penny fastened her 
serious-looking brown eyes upon Valerie's. "But how can I tell when it's the 
right boy, mother?" 

Valerie tightened the arm around her daughter's roly-poly waist. "If I had 
the answer to that, dear," she said with a little laugh, "I'd be a 
millionairess. Unfortunately we females are made so that we respond to all 
boys in some degree. The trick is the business of finding the boy who turns 
our constant sexual spark into a steady flame." 

Valerie turned her head so that her face was inches from her daughter's. "At 
a party, Penny, two or three different boys might do this in a kissing 
game-" She pressed her lips upon her daughter's, gently at first, then more 
persistently. She darted her tongue between Penny's lips, searching out 
Penny's tongue and probing the girl's warm mouth. "And this, if you permit 
it," Valerie continued, breaking the mouth contact momentarily while she 
unbuttoned the two top buttons on Penny's pajama jacket. 

Valerie resumed the kiss while her hand slipped inside the gaping jacket and 
cupped a warm, soft, bare breast. A shiver rippled through Penny's chubby 
flesh. Valerie cuddled the breast, playing with the nipple until its rosy 
peak stiffened in her palm. Penny whimpered softly although Valerie's mouth 
was once again fused upon her own. Valerie fondled her daughter's bare bubby 
which seemed to grow larger in her palm. 

"Or this-" Valerie said, breaking off the mouth contact again as she undid 
the girl's pajama jacket entirely. Valerie lowered her head and plunged her 
mouth upon Penny's hardened pink nipple, licking at it and sucking it. Her 
daughter's knees jerked abruptly, but Valerie lipped whole portions of the 
tip-tilted full breast into her mouth and worked it around inside. 

"Oooooooooo!" Penny breathed. 

Valerie dropped a hand upon the girl's pajama-clad thigh and speedily moved 
it to her thinly protected crotch, damp to the touch. Valerie traced the 
outline of the girl's chubby-lipped sex-furrow and then probed lightly at 
the squirming girlish cunt-hole while electric shocks ravaged her daughter's 
flesh as Valerie's mouth teased the round breast. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, m-mother!" Penny gasped. 

Valerie released her thoroughly titillated mouth-prisoner and sat up. Her 
hand still rested between Penny's thighs, but slackly. "Almost any boy can 
make you feel like that if you give him the opportunity, darling," she said 
soberly. "That's why it's so important to try to be sure it's the right boy 
before you let him." 

Penny lowered her head upon Valerie's shoulder where her rapid breathing 
tickled Valerie's neck. "But how can you t-tell, mother? If it all feels so 
good?" 

"Judgment is involved, dear," Valerie said. "But I think you can see now 
that the judgment needs to be applied before the situation becomes that 
critical." 

"Boy, I'll say so," Penny murmured, then kissed her mother's neck. "Why does 
my stomach hurt now?" 

"Because I was a pig and got you all stirred up without giving you any real 
relief," Valerie answered. She looked at the top of her daughter's shiningly 
black-haired head on her shoulder, started to say something, hesitated, then 
started again. "Penny-" she began, then paused. 

Penny raised her brown eyes to Valerie's. "Yes, mother?" 

Valerie put second thoughts aside. "Let's be naughty, dear," she said 
briskly. "Run over and lock the bedroom door." 

Startled, Penny gazed at her mother questioningly for a second, then smiled 
delightedly. The girl slipped from the bed and trotted to the door which she 
locked. Valerie rose and removed her robe and gossamer nightgown. Penny 
returned to the bed and eyed her mother's womanly, full-curved nudity 
standing beside it. "Gee, mother," the girl sighed, "you have the most 
beautiful behind. No wonder Mark likes to play with it." Her voice was 
hushed. "What are we going to do?" 

"Play," Valerie answered. "Skin out of your jammies, dear." When Penny 
complied, Valerie took her daughter's plumply dimpled nakedness into her 
arms. Their bare bellies rubbed gently, and Valerie brushed her own large 
breasts against Penny's smaller ones. Her hands fondled Penny's firm-fleshed 
but yielding hind cheeks, and after a moment Penny's hands came down and 
timidly stroked her mother's agreeably spacious broad-gauged nude seat. 
"Anything you like, dear," Valerie murmured against Penny's ear. "Do 
anything you like." 

"Can I ask you a question first?" 

"Ask away." 

"When you're on your back, like-like yesterday, and Mark is on top of you, 
don't you feel squashed?" 

"Here," Valerie said, taking her daughter's arm and moving her toward the 
bed. "Stretch out. On your back." Valerie advanced on her knees across the 
bed, spread Penny's round thighs, and lowered her own weight upon her 
daughter until the two rounded stomachs flowed together. "There. Do you feel 
squashed?" 

"No," Penny said in a surprised tone. Valerie wriggled slightly on her 
daughter's soft body until she felt her own blond body-hair rubbing against 
Penny's thick-curled black moss. "Ooooh, boy!" the girl exclaimed. "Our 
pussies are touching, mother!" 

"I want to show you something about your pussy," Valerie said, raising 
herself from Penny's body and then sitting beside her. "Lift up your legs, 
darling, and keep them apart." 

Valerie fingered the disclosed pouting-lipped pink incision in its 
black-haired, cloistered retreat while Penny's upraised legs quivered. 
Valerie moved closer again between the parted thighs while she searched out 
her daughter's humid cuntal orifice with a fingertip and inserted it gently. 
She worked the fingertip back and forth and around and around, and it 
slipped in farther. "Does it hurt, dear?" she asked. 

"Not-really," Penny answered in a strained voice. "Mother, I'm afraid I'm 
going to pee!" 

"You won't," Valerie said confidently. "Just relax, dear." 

She wormed her finger still farther inside Penny's clinging sheath until her 
knuckles widened the pouting moist lips and her fingertip fetched up against 
a resisting membrane. Penny flinched, and Valerie withdrew the finger. 
"That's your hymen, dear," she said quietly. "Your maidenhead, which you'll 
have until the first time a boy puts his prick into you. It usually hurts 
the first time, but seldom after that." 

"They told us about it in school, but I never really knew where it was," 
Penny murmured. "And I hate to ask questions when everyone seems to know so 
much except me." 

"The other girls probably have very little more knowledge than you, if 
that," Valerie returned. "That's how a girl gets into trouble later by not 
asking questions when she has a chance." 

"Well, I know a boy's thing makes babies in a girl," Penny said defensively. 
She raised her head to see Valerie's face. "Will everything Mark did to you 
yesterday make a baby in you, mother?" 

"It's entirely possible, Penny," Valerie answered, and was surprised at how 
much she welcomed the thought. "I'm not on the Pill." 

"Some of the girls at school are," Penny said. "They sneak their mothers'. 
One girl's mother gives her her own bottle. Gee, wouldn't it be nice to have 
a little baby here at home?" 

Her tone was so wistful that Valerie laughed. "Just so you leave it to me to 
have it." she warned with a playful spank upon an upraised, dimpled hind 
cheek. "Now let me show you something else." 

She reached in between Penny's widened legs and separated with two fingers 
the upper range of the girl's folded-together salmon fissure until the tiny 
pink-budded clitoris appeared. Valerie massaged it with the forefinger of 
her other hand, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. Penny's 
breath whistled and her round bottom climbed from the bed. "Ohhhhhhh, 
mother!" she cried out. Her face turned scarlet and her legs strained 
upward. "Mother! I'm-oooh!-you're-aieee!-Mother! I'm-ohhhhhhhhhh-h-h!" 

Valerie waited until the fluttering spasms and aftermath sighs had subsided, 
then touched her daughter's sex-flesh again to verify additional 
lubrication. "Surely you've felt that before, Penny?" she asked. 

"Only when I turn over on my stomach and rub myself," Penny said, then 
blushed at the admission. "And I can't make it happen every time." She 
looked at her mother curiously. "Is that what you like so much when 
Mark-when Mark goes to bed with you?" 

"That's part of it," Valerie said. "And it's best with a man like Mark. A 
strong man who knows how to give pleasure to a woman. Wait here a moment." 

She went into the master bedroom's bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm 
water, then returned with it and a hand towel to the bedroom. She washed 
Penny's oozing coral-colored sex-crevice gently while the girl wriggled 
uneasily, then patted it dry. She wanted Penny to feel clean for what came 
next. "You make me feel like a four-year-old, mother," the girl protested. 

"You had the fattest little slit I've ever seen on a four-year-old," Valerie 
told her calmly. "All my girl friends used to take turns kissing it." 

"Mother!" 

"It's true. Whenever they dropped into the kitchen and I was bathing you." 
Valerie wadded up the washcloth inside the towel and discarded both on the 
floor. She moved in between Penny's legs again, still widened but resting 
laxly on the bed. Valerie tapped a thigh. "Lift them up, dear." 

Obediently Penny elevated her marble-white chubby thighs. Valerie sank down 
upon the girl until she was breathing warmly upon Penny's jet-black silken 
fleece, the rose-hued protective cunt-lips right under her mouth. She darted 
her tongue along the yielding flesh-fissure, then probed with it. 
"Ooooooooooh!" Penny squealed. "Ohhhhhhhhh, m-mother!" 

Valerie licked and tongued the fresh-smelling young cunt, her own mounting 
excitement creating a sympathetic moistness between her own tightly clenched 
thighs. Penny's legs clamped around Valerie's head as Valerie took quick, 
nipping mouthfuls of her daughter's pouting pussy and worried it. 
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" the girl gasped in exquisite delight as the fiery tongue 
wriggled into her hole and thrust forcefully up her sex-channel. 
"Ooooooooooh!" 

Valerie raised her head slightly and worked her mouth over the girl's dewy 
chasm until the protective lips parted and she flirted with Penny's clitoris 
with the tip of her tongue. Penny's plump buttock-flesh quivered in her 
zestful agitation, and Valerie grazed the clit-bud with her teeth. 
"Aieeeeeeee!" Penny keened, and her stomach began jerking. "I'm-I'm-Ohh! 
I'm-" The girl couldn't form a sentence between exhilarated cunt-clutching 
orgasmic tremors. "Ohhh-h-h-h-h!" she moaned softly in an expiring sigh as 
her legs slackened. 

Valerie tongued Penny's girlish spend from her lips as the girl raised her 
head. "Did you ever do that with Ethel, mother?" she wanted to know. 

"Never," Valerie said firmly. 

"Why not?" 

Valerie hesitated. "I shouldn't say this, probably, but I never feel I can 
trust Ethel. About things like this, I mean. I just believe she'd try to 
turn it to her own advantage. Whereas you, you little dumpling-" Valerie 
squeezed a round breast lightly, "It's our special secret, isn't it?" 

"Oh, yes," Penny confirmed eagerly. The girl scrambled to her knees. "Let me 
do you like that, mother. I want to try it." 

"All right," Valerie agreed. "But it's tiring on the neck in that position 
until you've had a little practice. I'll move to the edge of the bed and you 
kneel between my legs." 

They made the necessary arrangements, and Valerie went down on her back and 
raised her parted legs. Penny gazed with awe at her mother's upthrust 
ragged-lipped stout-looking soft pussy in its golden-haired whorl before 
lowering her young face upon the target. The girl licked experimentally at 
Valerie's cunt-hole, then raised her head to test the residue on her tongue. 
"You taste-funny, mother," she pronounced. 

"You'll learn to love it dear," Valerie said dreamily. 

Penny plunged her mouth firmly upon her mother's yielding sex-spot again and 
did her best to emulate her teacher. Valerie smiled tolerantly for a moment 
at the passionately amateurish efforts, then her smile faded as the 
hard-working young lips and mouth ignited her. Her hips moved upward subtly, 
then forcibly. She reached downward to seize her daughter's dark head and 
hold it tightly between her own legs. Her breath caught in her throat as she 
sought to speak. "That's-wonderful, Penny, delightful-Ohhh, you 
dear!-delight-ohhh! You darling! You darLINNNNNG! Ohhhh, I'm -I'm coming!" 

Her hips bucked furiously as she came, and it was another moment before she 
released her daughter's head pinioned between her thighs. Penny rubbed at 
her ears gently. "Boy, you really take hold, mother, don't you?" she said in 
half-protestation. Then she smiled. "But I did you, didn't I?" 

"You certainly did," Valerie said. "Come here and let me show you a 
refinement." 

She arranged the girl over her own body so that Penny's head was above 
Valerie's groin and Penny's wide-spreading young buttocks were over her 
mother's face. Valerie reached up and slapped a glistening globe. "Go to 
work down there," she said as she pressed with her hands until her 
daughter's hairy little pussy descended upon her mouth. As she aimed her 
tongue at it Valerie could feel Penny's quick tongue employed down below. 

For five minutes the only sound in the bedroom was the soft-slurping tongues 
as they worked for a moment, rested, then busied themselves again. When 
Valerie was sure neither of them was going to come again, she called a halt. 
Penny climbed off her, switched ends, and snuggled herself into Valerie's 
arms. "Gee, mother," she sighed, "You know all kinds of games, don't you?" 
The tip of her tongue cleansed her greasy lips. "It does taste better." She 
looked at Valerie questioningly. "What else can we do?" 

"Nothing, you little glutton," Valerie laughed. "For now," she amended it 
upon seeing Penny's disappointed expression. "Your sister is due home 
shortly from her tennis lesson. We both have to get dressed." 

Penny stretched in catlike contentment, rubbing her taut-nippled breasts 
against her mother's elegantly sculptured large bosom. "I think I'm jealous, 
mother," the girl announced. "You can do this, and then you have Mark, too. 
Gee, when we were in the closet and his enormous thing was going in and out 
of your pussy like a -like a jackhammer, I got so wet I could hardly stand 
myself." 

"In about two or three years we'll find you a boy, dear," Valerie promised. 
"A boy as nice as Mark." She pinched a soft thigh. "Scoot, now and remember, 
mum's the word." 

"Mum's the word," Penny echoed with a giggle. 

The girl climbed from the bed, slipped into her pajamas, went to the door 
and unlocked it, and pitter-patted down the hallway. 

 Chapter Iv 

"Were you serious at the motel when you spoke about bringing Neal home from 
military school to complete the school year with the girls at the local high 
school?" Mark asked Valerie that night. They were again seated upon the 
chaise longue in front of the fireplace. 

"Certainly I was serious," Valerie returned warmly. "I hate thinking of Neal 
in that-that spartan atmosphere when he could be enjoying family life here 
with us." 

"Well, if you don't see any complications, I'll call the school's commandant 
in the morning and make the arrangements," Mark said. He patted Valerie's 
hand. "The more I think about it, the more I feel you have the right idea." 

"That's settled, then," Valerie said. "You arrange for his transcript to be 
transferred, and I'll speak to James Rollins, the principal, about Neal's 
enrolling." 

"And you'd better speak to the girls," Mark added. "I still have an uneasy 
feeling they might consider it an invasion of privacy." 

"Not a chance," Valerie declared confidently. "They both liked him when he 
visited us. Penny followed him around like a puppy." She moved closer to 
Mark. The morning's activities with Penny had left her excited but 
essentially unslaked, It was after midnight, and the house was quiet. She 
unzipped Mark's trousers and fumbled in his shorts until she brought out his 
limp prick which she balanced on her palm. "Poor little wizened old man," 
she mourned sorrowfully, and dropped her bright-gold head upon the shriveled 
cock. 

She licked the tip delicately, and almost immediately there was a stirring 
in her husband's flesh. The purple head grew taut as the prick expanded and 
lengthened. Valerie took it in her mouth and sucked steadily at the same 
time she whisked her tongue along the vein underneath. A muscle in Mark's 
thigh jumped and his hands came down and rested on his wife's head. Valerie 
swirled her tongue around the rapidly stiffening prong and moved her mouth 
back and forth on it as it crowded her throat. 

"Don't waste it!" Mark said hoarsely. "Get your clothes off!" 

They both undressed quickly, and Mark seated himself again and drew Valerie 
down upon his lap so that her wide, soft, bare bottom was prodded by the 
rampant prick under her. Mark kissed her lingeringly while he played with 
her breasts, then with her protruding scarlet nipples. His hand dropped down 
and played with her navel as shivers puckered Valerie's flesh, then with the 
round bowl of her velvety stomach and the fleecy white-gold hair on her 
prominent mound. By the time he dipped a finger into her musky 
treasure-trove, the inner walls of Valerie's invaded cunt were contracting 
spasmodically and bedewing the invader. She screwed herself down harder on 
the finger while beneath her the surging cock jabbed at her soft underparts. 

"You've got to have the hottest cunt in the country," Mark said huskily. 
"I've never found you dry." He eased Valerie from his lap onto her back on 
the chaise, then spread and widened her legs as he moved in between them. He 
picked up her legs and doubled them back until her uplifted, pouting-lipped, 
pink pussy was in range of his long, rigid cock. 

Valerie relaxed on her back and felt the delicious initial bumping of the 
blunt-headed cock against her soft-lipped incision. The big prick probed, 
retreated, advanced, then lodged itself suddenly as she gulped at the quick 
distention within her quivering pussy. "Ohhhhhhh-h-h-h!" she moaned feebly 
as the invasion continued. 

"M-Mark!" 

He worked his hard gristle into her slowly, backing off frequently and 
making quick little jabbing runs into Valerie's quiff that brought her legs 
up from the chaise involuntarily. Each time the blunt head dived more 
deeply, and Valerie's breath whistled. "Ohhh, God!" she gasped. 
"It's-enormous-tonight!" 

She came before Mark was fully into her, in a flurry of stomach-jerking 
spasms and cunt-contracting writhings that had her whimpering loudly. Mark 
worked his stout staff into his wife's newly lubricated channel up to the 
hilt, then rested for a moment until her body agitation died away. When he 
began to move on her, she at once became vocal again. 

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!" Valerie enunciated clearly as Mark's big prick plunged 
into her repeatedly. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her 
husband's back, exposing her uplifted big bottom with the long white cock 
pistoning in and out of her greasy-shiny receptacle. "Ooooooh! Mark! 
Ohhhhhh! What a-gorgeous-fuck! Ahhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me- hard-you 
lovely-fuzzy bear!" Her hands raced over the hard hirsute body pinning her 
to the chaise. 

A shadow moved on the wall closest to them, but in the throes of passion 
neither noticed it. On the stairway, Ethel, clad in her nightgown, watched 
with mingled emotions the tremendous fucking being given to her mother by 
her stepfather. A touch of fastidious disgust at the seemingly awkward naked 
bodies in their sweaty labors was overwhelmed by a feeling of envy at 
Valerie's manifest rapture at what Mark's fierce sex-engine was doing to her 
all-engulfing cunt. Ethel stared from the stairway, fascinated, at the white 
bodies showcased against the darker. 

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! M-Mark!" Ethel heard her mother cry out shrilly as Mark's huge 
prick continued to bury itself in her oozing trench. "I'm-coming, Mark! 
Mark! Oooooooooh, I'm -coining!" 

Her mother's soft flesh seemed convulsed as it churned itself madly on the 
spike of Mark's penetration of it, and Ethel hardly dared blink for fear of 
missing something as Mark's hands slid beneath his wife's perspiring 
buttocks and pulled her up more tightly against him as he attacked the 
yielding flesh beneath him with seemingly mindless force. Ethel winced at 
each resounding impact, but Valerie's hands fluttered along her husband's 
back, patting, fondling, and soothing. She was holding him tightly to her 
when Mark boiled over and shot a load into her that seemed to go on and on, 
then rested laxly upon her with a sigh that seemed to the watching Ethel to 
come from the core of his being. 

She remained on the stairway until the two entwined figures separated, then 
crept noiselessly back up the stairs and went into her bedroom. She closed 
the door all but a crack, then stood with her eyes focused on the top of the 
stairway. In minutes she heard the murmur of voices as her mother and 
stepfather climbed the stairs. Valerie appeared first, naked, carrying her 
clothing. Then Mark was there suddenly beside her, also nude. Ethel could 
even see the frictionized red marks on her mother's lower belly and the 
uncommon redness of her stepfather's shrunken penis. 

Valerie and Mark paused outside their bedroom door for a long, 
arms-wrapped-around-each-other kiss. Then they disappeared inside, and the 
door closed. Ethel stood staring down the hallway for a moment, disappointed 
that the show was over. Then she closed her own door, moved across the room 
to her dressing table, and turned on its light. In the sudden illumination 
she pulled her nightgown up and captured it under her armpits while she 
studied her nudity in the lighted mirror. 

She examined carefully the quick swell of her firm-thrusting breasts with 
ruby teats set in dark areolas, the smooth sweep of her navel-dimpled belly 
as it plunged into the bronze-haired conjuncture of her round white thighs. 
She nodded her head, finally, and let the nightgown descend. 

Ethel Walker had made up her mind. 

She turned out the light and went to bed, to toss and turn for a long time 
as visions of Valerie's and Mark's sex-blended naked bodies disturbed her 
peace of mind. 

She rose in the morning with a plan of action fully formed. It was the day 
for Valerie's bridge luncheon, removing one possible source of conflict. 
Penny's activities were usually scorned by Ethel unless they threatened to 
intrude upon the older sister's plans. Besides, what Ethel planned for the 
day had nothing to do with after-school programs. 

Before donning underwear after her shower she went to her closet and 
examined the dresses inside. She chose one in shining black knitted 
terrycloth of 100-percent rayon with side slits, back zipper, and a 
white-daisy sash tie in front to relieve its starkness. It was short enough 
to be worn with pants if desired, but Ethel had no intention of concealing 
her good-looking legs. Instead, she donned her sheerest pantyhose in a misty 
gentian-violet hue. 

On impulse she ignored her bra before slipping the dress over her auburn 
hair. The slinky material of the dress clung to her jutting breasts, teasing 
the nipples until they stiffened. She waited until the mini-erections died 
away before going down to breakfast, braced against her mother's queries 
about her finery. Valerie, however, immersed in thoughts of Neal's 
homecoming, didn't notice. Penny eyed her sister's fine feathers askance, 
but to Ethel's relief made no comment. 

The older sister avoided her mother until it was time to leave for school. 
She sat through her first two periods tensely, mental images tumbling 
through her mind to the distraction of all learning capability. Then she 
went to the school nurse and got herself excused for the balance of the day 
for non-existent period cramps. 

She walked two blocks from school, then took a cab. At fifteen minutes 
before noon she showed up at Mark Walker's office, which took in the entire 
third floor of the Cardwell Building and made herself known to the 
receptionist. "Your daughter is here to see you, Mr. Walker," the 
receptionist announced over the intercom. 

Ethel just had time to be impressed with the seemingly endless desks 
stretching away into the distance and the numerous semi-private cubicles 
when a door opened at the end of the room's first section and Mark appeared 
in it. Ethel walked toward him as casually as she could manage. "Hi," she 
said in a voice she strove to make just as casual. "I thought you might like 
to take me to lunch today." 

One look at the slinky dress and the violet-gentian pantyhose and Mark had 
the entire picture. He had been expecting Ethel to make a move, and he was 
delighted with her ingenuity although he kept his expression bland. "Of 
course," he said smoothly, standing aside to permit the girl to enter his 
private office. "But we can have a better lunch right here without bothering 
to go out. I'll have something sent up from next door." 

Ethel was staring abstractedly around the room, which was furnished more 
like a living room than an office except for Mark's large desk and swivel 
chair. The carpeting was deep pile, and tasteful abstractions were on the 
walls. The remainder of the furniture was Victorian in style, and the room's 
indirect lighting glinted upon its richly polished dark wood. 

"Sit down, sit down," Mark said genially, then bent over the intercom on his 
desk. He ordered ham-and-turkey plates with potato salad, toasted English 
muffins, apple pie with cheese, and iced tea. As an afterthought he ordered 
a bottle of rose wine. "Sound all right?" he asked as Ethel sank into a 
chair near his desk. The chair tilted from front to back so precipitously 
that Ethel felt sure her short skirt had risen to a point almost disclosing 
the crotch of her pantyhose, and she kept her thighs clenched 
self-consciously. 

Mark chatted easily about inconsequential items as a girl came in from the 
outer office and set a table for two in one corner, complete with napkins, 
silverware, and wine glasses. A waiter appeared with two large trays, and 
Mark steered Ethel to the table with a hand on her elbow when the luncheon 
repast was ready. Ethel sat down almost in a daze at so much unexpected 
elegance while Mark poured her a half-glass of the wine. 

"You-I had no idea you employed so many people," Ethel said to make 
conversation that was coming hard for her. She could feel the maleness 
radiating from her luncheon companion, and it confused her. 

"You mean all the girls?" Mark smiled. "I like pretty girls, or maybe you'd 
noticed already?" Ethel felt herself blushing despite her best effort to 
match her host's nonchalance. Mark raised his glass and waited until the 
girl followed suit. "To our mutual enjoyment of the pleasant occasion," he 
toasted, and Ethel's color rose again as she sipped at her wine. 

The food was delicious, and she ate heartily. Mark continued to speak 
wittily on various subjects, and despite her mother's previously unsuspected 
bodily sophistication, Ethel marveled anew that she had been able to capture 
this sophisticated man. When they finished, the waiter came back and cleared 
the table and the same girl, a striking redhead, restored the corner to its 
semi-officelike appearance. 

When the room was empty except for himself and Ethel, Mark sat down at his 
desk momentarily. "No calls until I let you know," he informed the 
receptionist and his private secretary over the intercom at the same time he 
kneed a switch on the underside of his desk that locked his office door. He 
looked at Ethel. "Would you like to see the rest of my setup here?" 

"The rest?" she echoed. 

Mark rose from his desk and went to one wall where he punched the bottom 
frame of a painting. A hidden door swung open, disclosing to Ethel's 
startled eyes a miniature bedroom and bathroom, both exquisitely furnished 
in the best of taste. "We can be more comfortable in there, don't you 
think?" Mark proposed. 

"N-no," Ethel said instinctively. She realized she was losing entirely 
whatever frail grip she had had on the situation. 

Mark smiled at her benignly. "Look, Ethel," he said softly. "We both know 
why you're here. You thought I'd take you out to lunch, and you'd turn on 
the girlish charm, and we'd do it again, and you'd do it again, and sooner 
or later we'd end up in the sack together." His smile widened. "So why 
bother with the buildup? Just walk inside there and we'll roadtest the 
product." His smile turned taunting. "Or are you going to chicken out?" 

Ethel had never felt more gauche or less sophisticated. She knew she had 
been outmaneuvered, and she didn't know how to regain the lost ground. Mark 
strolled to her casually, put his arms around her, and kissed her hard, the 
hard male lips crushing Ethel's slightly parted ones. A quick tongue darted 
into her mouth, stirring her despite her best effort at repressing her 
arousal. Mark broke off the kiss and stared down at her from his superior 
height although she was a tall girl. "Let's go inside and I'll try your cunt 
on my prick for size," he said. Through the thin stuff of her dress he 
fondled an un-brassiered breast. "Hmmmmm, came ready, did you?" 

He led her into the bedroom, and Ethel allowed herself to be shepherded like 
a sleepwalker. Overpowering waves of masculinity flowed from Mark Walker, 
and she felt as helpless as the time when he took her panties down and 
spanked her. "Strip," Mark told her, and proceeded to remove his own jacket, 
tie, and shirt. 

Ethel knew her bluff had been called, if it indeed had been a bluff; at the 
moment she could be sure only that she wasn't going to let herself appear 
chicken in the eyes of this man. She removed her dress and hung it carefully 
over the back of a chair, then stood hesitant as Mark stooped and removed 
his shoes. Beneath her slip Ethel had on only her pantyhose, and she shrank 
from the feeling of nudity she knew would follow removal of the slip. 

Again Mark anticipated her reaction. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his 
trousers, then stepped out of them. Immediately he drew down his shorts and 
cast them aside. Ethel looked at the bunched maleness of his groin with his 
white prick and hairy balls beneath his undershirt, and looked away. Her 
throat felt dry. 

Mark took hold of the slip and worked it off over Ethel's head. Almost 
negligently he squeezed a firm but pliant buttock in its gossamer covering, 
then moved his hand around in front and stroked Ethel's mossy mound through 
the pantyhose. She flinched, and he smiled. "Virgin?" he asked easily. 

"Y-yes," she whispered. 

He smacked his lips deliberately. "I haven't had an honest-to-God cherry in 
a hundred years, Ethel." 

"I'll-I'll probably bleed like a stuck pig," she said desperately. 
"Your-your penis is so big." 

He began to draw the elasticized waist of the pantyhose down over her sleek 
white buttocks. "Easy is as easy does," he said soothingly, stripping the 
clinging, undergarment from her completely. He turned her around to admire 
her rear view. "Like I tell your ma, Ethel, you've got ass you haven't used 
yet." He stroked the warm, malleable globes that developed goose-bumps at 
his touch, then plunged his hand deeply into her buttock-crevice and cupped 
her pussy on his palm. Ethel gave a little jump as Mark's voice deepened. 
"It's about time you decided to use this for something more than to piss 
through, Ethel." 

Both his hand and his words were exciting the girl, A volatile flame seemed 
to flicker from her pussy-lips being played with by the big hand well up 
into her stomach. A touch on the back of the thigh caused her to look 
around. The previously limp cock was standing forth erectly, jabbing at her 
bare leg. Ethel shivered at the sight of the massive rigidity. 

As though sensing her fear, Mark sat down on the bed with Ethel on his lap. 
He kissed her breasts and tongued the cranberry-hued nipples. He played with 
her belly and shifted her so he could play with her bottom. And then he 
fused his mouth on hers again while he slipped a finger into her tight 
cunt-hole after teasing the soft curls adorning her sweetly curved lower 
abdomen. 

She was still trembling, but with a difference they both felt. A wild surge 
of sensation was boiling up in Ethel's sensitive grotto, overwhelming her 
fear. Mark frigged her steadily with a curved finger until her pussy-lips 
turned moist and her breath was coming in quick sighs. He kissed her mouth, 
her breasts, and the nape of her neck, and Ethel writhed on his lap as she 
felt herself getting wetter than she had ever been in her life. 

"Run into the bathroom and get a towel," Mark told her. 

She rose at once and did so, eager now to get on with her own defloration. 
"Don't mind if I yell," she said to Mark when she returned to the bed and 
handed him the towel. "Mother says I'm an awful baby when I'm hurt." For the 
first time she gathered the courage to reach down and take his elongated 
prick in her hand, her eyes widening at the combined soft-hard feel of the 
blood-engorged stout shaft. "Oooooooh, it will never go in!" she said in 
despair. "My pussy aches just looking at it." 

He spread the towel on the bed, then picked her up by the waist and sat her 
down with her shining-white behind upon it. He arranged her legs and lowered 
himself upon her shrinking stomach until his aroused prick rested on her 
red-gold fleece. Then he tucked it underneath so that with each movement it 
scraped the length of her coral-pink sex-fissure. 

Ethel sprawled on her back uneasily with her eyes closed, waiting for the 
searing pain she had dreaded ever since at ten an older girl had explained 
importantly what happened when a boy put his thing into a girl. But Mark's 
finger moved in alongside his meaty shaft and once again entered her 
cunt-hole, frigging the girl slowly at first and then faster as her legs 
began to quiver. Internal moistness dampened the frigging finger as Ethel's 
juices were again stirred. 

The girl tightened up again from her momentarily relaxed love affair with 
the probing finger when she felt Mark replace his knees and line the tip of 
his hard cock up with her shrinking pussy-lips. The blunt head bored into 
her slightly, wiggled from side to side, backed off, then advanced again. 

"How's it going?" Mark Walker asked his stepdaughter. 

"It's softer-than your finger!" Ethel gasped. "But oooooh, it's stretching 
me!" 

With infinite patience he moved in and out of the tight sheath in the 
smallest of increments, gradually enlarging his prick-hold on the virgin 
cunt. Twice he pulled out entirely and rubbed saliva all over his reddened 
prong, then moved back to the fray as Ethel's thighs tensed apprehensively. 
Finally he ended up drawing an extra wince from the girl as the blunt head 
of his straining prick encountered a fibrous obstruction. 

Mark reached down and took hold of Ethel's smoothly sculptured nude hind 
cheeks in both hands, kneading and massaging the soft flesh. "You've got the 
prettiest bare ass a girl could ever hope to have her boy friend unveil on 
the back seat of a car," he told her, attempting to distract her with his 
words as much as with his manipulation of her silken, yielding behind. "I 
don't know when I've seen-" 

When he started the second sentence, Mark pulled Ethel up tightly against 
himself at the same instant he bored into her with his prick. He smashed 
through her hymen and lodged in her fully while her body gave a great, 
convulsive leap. 

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!." Ethel shrieked. "Ooooooh, it's burning! It's- 
burning! Ohhhhhh-h-h-h-h!" 

Mark remained motionless on her belly, his long cock imbedded in the girl's 
raw-feeling cunt. Ethel's choked sobs of distress died away as her cunt 
sheath adjusted gradually to its sudden dilation. Mark clenched his buttock 
muscles and Ethel whimpered aloud at the feeling of prick-movement inside 
her, but there was no longer the same feeling of urgency in her voice. 

Cautiously Mark began to move on her round stomach, raising and lowering his 
hips slightly. "Owwwww!" Ethel breathed, but again with no indication of 
impaled distress. She was so tight that his prick-head was throbbing, and he 
made no attempt to restrain his natural reaction. "Oooooh, what was that?" 
Ethel exclaimed, startled, as Mark's load of sperm traveled from his balls 
and deluged the girl's distended sheath. 

"Shhhhh-h-h!" Mark murmured, relaxing on her belly again. The slight 
diminishment of his erection coupled with his copious discharge soothed 
Ethel's scraped-feeling inner walls. 

When Mark began to move upon her again, a new note crept into the young 
voice. 

"M-Mark?" she said uncertainly. "It's-your thing feels-funny-in me. It 
feels:-" She lost her voice in a high-pitched gasp as Mark settled down to 
plowing her garden. "Ohhh! I never- felt-oooooh-! It's so-big and so-deep! 
Ohhhhh!" 

Mark had regained all of his original erection, but they were both 
well-lubricated now. He slanted in and out of Ethel's newly juicy pussy and 
the girl attempted uncoordinatedly awkward thrustings of her inexperienced 
hips. "Let me do it this time, baby," Mark said hoarsely in her ear. "You've 
got-forty years- to play-the whore." 

But she didn't hear him. "Ohhhhhh!" she squealed almost in a falsetto as the 
big prick fucked her seething cunt. "Oooooh! Mark!" Her legs climbed his 
back, again awkwardly but eagerly ardent. Her floundering beneath him almost 
sent him into another orgasm, but he held off, determined to make her come 
so she would remember the experience as pleasurable. 

He speared her bronze-haired doughnut in a steady rhythm, and her voice rose 
again, almost querulously. "Ohhhhh?" she got out in a questioning mew. Her 
slender thighs bucked from the excess of emotion radiating through her. 
"Ohhhh, Mark! I'm-oooh! Something's- tickling! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh, Mark! 
Ohhhh-h-h-h!" 

He could feel the unguided quick thrusting of her warm belly as orgasm 
overwhelmed her. 

While her involuntary cunt-contractions were still nipping at his fleshy rod 
he splashed her again with a bountiful come, then pillowed his head on her 
firm young breasts. 

Ethel raised her head questioningly when she felt him shrinking within her. 
"Is it-over?" she asked, nibbling at her lower lip. "I mean- there isn't any 
more?" 

Despite himself he laughed. "You mean you want more?" 

She blushed deeply. "Well, near the end there it was getting-well, wild!" 

"Your finger never did that for you?" 

She turned scarlet. "I don't know what you mean," she said stiffly. 

"I mean when you played with yourself in bed nights." 

She couldn't look him in the eye. "That's I- I'm-" She swallowed hard. 
"H-how did you know?" she whispered. 

"Do you think you're the only one who can hide in closets?" he teased. 

"Ooooooooh," she moaned, mortified. 

He moved her hips on the towel. "Look," he said. She raised herself to do 
so. There were blood-and-semen stains on the thighs but surprisingly little 
blood on the towel. "Do you really think you had a maidenhead?" 

"Well, I had something that you ripped in there!" she said vigorously. She 
flexed her thighs slowly. "Does my pussy ever feel tender!" She looked up at 
him with more of her natural ginger than at any time since he had put her on 
her back. "Was I better than mother?" she asked impudently. 

"I ought to whale your ass," he said disgustedly. "Hardly got your cunt 
broken in and you're asking me to compare you to the best. If you ever get 
to be half the fuck your mother is, kiddo, you'll have put in a good day's 
work." He considered what he had said. "Make that a couple of years' work." 

"I will be better, though," Ethel said confidently. "You wait and see." She 
put a hand on his arm as he started to move from the bed. "Why don't you put 
it into me from behind like you do with mother?" 

His laugh that time was grudgingly unwilling. "Listen, girl, as it is you're 
going to walk bowlegged for two days. Get inside there and soak yourself in 
a hot tub, then-go home and tell Valerie you landed wrong on the sawhorse 
during gym at school. Otherwise you're going to find yourself trying to 
answer questions you won't want to answer." 

"But we'll do it again?" she asked eagerly. "Ill be better next time. All I 
need is practice." 

"Somehow I believe you, Ethel," he said slowly, "And you can be sure we'll 
do it again." 

He shepherded her into the bathroom, then returned to his office, still 
naked, for his cigarettes. Back in the bedroom he picked up her scattered 
clothing and brought it into the bathroom to her. When she climbed from the 
tub, he swathed her in a fluffy towel and patted her dry. "How's the scene 
of the recent accident?" he inquired, trailing his fingers down over her 
damp body-curls to her pouting sex-gash. 

"Sore," she said frankly. "But I don't mind." She lifted one leg and then 
the other. "It feels -it feels almost as though you forgot and left 
something in there." 

"You're still stretched," he said tolerantly. "But you'll shrink." He 
watched her dress, aiming a paternal spank at a naked buttock just before it 
disappeared into her panty-hose. "Why'd you come here today? Couldn't you 
get yourself poked by anyone in school?" 

"Of course I could," she said scornfully. "But you made mother feel so good 
I wanted it to be you. And I think I was right about it." She presented her 
back to him for her dress to be zipped up, and he obliged. 

"Thanks for the compliment, sis," he said with less of his usual flippancy. 
"You're going to be a good fuck one of these days." 

She beamed at him, then glanced toward his office. "Should I go now?" 

"Not that way," he said. He went to his clothes and removed his key ring. He 
unlocked a door set flush with the wall inside the bedroom. "You'll find two 
doors locked on your side that you can let yourself through," he told her. 
"See you tonight." 

"Aren't you clever fixing it so no one knows how long your-your guests 
stay?" Ethel said admiringly. 

"Scoot," he said, but he was smiling. He watched her walk to the first 
locked door, his eyes on her thighs-apart gingerly stride. His smile widened 
as he closed the door on its invisible seam and locked it again. Things were 
right on schedule. 

He showered and started to take fresh underwear from a bureau drawer, then 
stood in the bedroom, thinking. That tight little cunt had been a bit of all 
right, and it would be even better with no necessity for restraint in the 
future. Just thinking about it, his prick rose from between his thighs. Mark 
looked down at his heavy meat with the purple head emerging snakelike from 
the withdrawing foreskin. Damn, maybe he should have kept the girl a few 
minutes longer and backdoored her as she wanted. 

There was an alternative, of course. 

He waited another moment to be sure the erection was no false alarm, then 
left his fresh underwear in the bureau drawer and walked through the bedroom 
to his desk. He flipped the switch on the intercom that connected him with 
the secretarial pool. "Miss Rounseville," he said. 

"Yes, Mr. Walker?" a feminine voice floated back. 

"Dictation, please." 

He released the office doorlock and went back into the bedroom. When the 
striking redhead who had set the luncheon table entered the office, Mark 
walked in from the bedroom, still naked. The girl's eyes widened. "Get your 
pants down, Lily, and your belly on the desk," Mark ordered. He had already 
decided that after Ethel's tight cunt he couldn't come off in a relaxed 
pussy. He approached his desk, kneed the lock on again, and removed a jar of 
vaseline from a drawer. 

"Oh, please, Mark," the redhead pleaded with her skirt already waist high. 
"Not in my ass. Please." 

"Definitely in your ass, Lily," Mark said curtly. "If you expect to continue 
working here." 

Helplessly the redhead skinned down pink panties and gingerly lowered her 
belly upon the desk top. Mark approached her sleekly plump bare behind, 
obstructed only by garter belt tapes, and slathered vaseline in between her 
buttocks and inside her tight-puckered anus. Then he did the same for his 
rigid cock. 

He paused to work the vaseline deeper into the girl's flinching rectum 
before removing his finger and applying the tip of his vaselined prick to 
her vaselined bottom-hole. He bucked experimentally a couple of times, and 
Lily's white bottom quivered. She moaned quietly as he began to penetrate 
her in earnest. Mark never cared how much noise the women he brought to the 
office made. With all the other money he'd spent getting the setup fixed up 
to his satisfaction, a little more for soundproofing had been a good 
investment. 

He shoved harder as the head of his cock slipped inside the redhead's 
distended anus. He grunted and strained as his prick forced its way into the 
girl's buttery-feeling rectum. The feel of her soft flesh against his thighs 
excited him. Lily was crying openly as Mark began to plunge into her 
pain-wracked flesh. 

"Where am I fucking you, Lily?" Mark asked sadistically. 

"In-my-asshole," the redhead got out between sobs, knowing what he wanted. 

It was over too quickly to really suit Mark. Before he was ready he felt the 
deep trembling in his loins, and then his hot sperm was gushing from his 
prick into Lily's palpitating clenched bottom-hole. Mark groaned aloud as he 
wrung out the last few drops into the quivering rectum, then pulled out of 
the girl with a sound like the slapping of his two palms together. A river 
of sperm ran from Lily's bunghole down her thighs, and she wiped frantically 
at herself with her hands to keep it from reaching her garter-belted 
stocking tops. 

"Clean things up here," Mark said gruffly, and went back to the bathroom and 
the shower. 

He was thinking that he had been saving Valerie's virgin asshole-so far as 
he knew, and he was sure he did-and he didn't really know why. 

Perhaps it was time to do something about that tasty morsel. 

 Chapter V 

Mark Walker rose late on Sunday morning. He showered leisurely after 
checking his watch. Valerie would be directing the choir, and the girls 
would be with her at church. Mark whistled cheerfully as he toweled himself 
off. They were picking Neal up at the airport that afternoon to complete the 
balance of his senior year at the local high school. Mark smiled at the 
thought. He found the idea interesting. Very interesting. 

Again in this robe, Mark started for the stairs and the kitchen, a cup of 
steaming black coffee foremost in his mind. His attention was diverted 
suddenly as he passed the girls' bedrooms en route to the stairway and in 
Penny's room he saw the black flood of .her hair on the pillow. For some 
reason the younger sister hadn't gone to church. 

Mark hesitated momentarily, then entered the bedroom. He hadn't been able to 
indulge his sybaritic tastes all these years by pussyfooting around. He sat 
down on the edge of the bed and considered the sleeping girl. 

His weight on the springs created enough of a difference in her position 
that Penny stirred, yawned, knuckled her eyes, then opened them. She stared 
uncomprehendingly at Mark seated on her bed before she really focused upon 
him. "Are you ill, Penny?" Mark asked in pretended concern. 

She shook her dark head in confusion. "I'm- no, I'm fine. I asked mother if 
I had to go, and she said not if I didn't want to attend. It's just -I'm 
afraid I'm not very religious. Or a very good Christian." 

"I'm sure you're just as good a Christian as the average individual under 
the church roof this morning," Mark said drily. 

A silence ensued which Mark was content to leave unbroken. He wanted the 
girl ever more conscious of his male presence so close to her pajamaed 
person. Of course Penny was young enough-still not sixteen-to be unaware, or 
partly unaware, of the implication of his presence in her bedroom, Mark 
thought. 

When she spoke, she immediately proved it. 

"I've never thanked you for letting me off so easily, Mark," she said shyly, 
using his name as he had insisted upon right after his marriage to Valerie. 
"Not spanking harder, I mean, when- when mother caught us in the closet, 
watching." 

"It seemed criminal to really wallop such a pretty behind." Mark said 
solemnly. Penny blushed vividly, a rosy tide of color that enveloped her 
young features. "I don't recall when I've seen such a beautifully shaped 
bare bottom, Penny," Mark continued. He sighed deeply. "I'd love to see it 
again." Penny's high color increased as Mark forced her gaze meet his own. 
"Would you show it to me?" 

The girl swallowed visibly. "You mean right now?" she whispered. 

"Right now," Mark said cheerfully, and threw back the sheet and blanket. 
"Stand up, Penny." 

His hand under her arm assisted her to her knees and then to her feet. He 
had no intention of waiting for her to make up her mind. Instead, he faced 
her away from him and drew the elasticized waist of the girl's pajama pants 
down over her chubby nude backside and well down her thighs. It was better 
this way. Afterward the girl could excuse herself by telling herself she 
really hadn't had anything to do with it. 

Penny sucked in her breath sharply at her sudden exposure. One small hand 
instinctively sought to conceal a plump bare globe, but Mark gently removed 
the hand. He stared avidly at the sleekly protuberant hemispheres with a 
peach-fuzz tracing of hair starting at the dimple at the base of her spine 
and disappearing into the deep cleft separating her snowy gluteal region. 

"Bend over, Penny," Mark said quietly. 

"Oh, no!" she responded, still in a whisper. 

"Bend over," he repeated. 

After another few seconds' hesitation, she did so. Mark licked his lips 
unconsciously as he studied the plumped-out, thrust-back sweep of naked 
girl-flesh, bed-warmed and sweet-smelling. He cupped a nude, pearly-white 
haunch upon one palm and jiggled it lightly. Penny's breath rasped in her 
throat. Her bent-forward position had tightened her flesh until Mark could 
see a wisp of dark, fleecy body hair protruding backward through the girl's 
clenched thighs. 

"You have a lovely bare behind, Penny," Mark assured her fervently. He stood 
up, and then stooped slightly so that he could kiss in turn each of the 
younger sister's disquieted portly spheres. 

"Ooooooo!" Penny gasped upon a rising note. Her entire bottom quivered from 
her reaction to the warm lips pressed upon her intimate flesh. "Ohhhh-h, 
Mark!" 

The feminine effluvia filled Mark's nostrils, and his penis rose massively 
beneath his robe. He kissed each bare hind cheek again, then applied his 
thumbs to the fullest portion of the lower hindquarters, widening the cheeks 
until the paler aureole of the girl's anus appeared, framed above and below 
by a wispy thread of body-hair deep in her crevice. 

Mark advanced his face between the separated girlish fanny-cheeks until he 
could breathe heavily upon the newly exposed little buttonhole. Penny's 
thighs trembled, and goose bumps sprang up upon her downy flesh. "Mark!" she 
pleaded. "Ohh, Mark!" 

He turned his face until he could penetrate more deeply the deliciously 
odorous furrow, then licked at the girl's shrinking asshole with the tip of 
his tongue. "Oooooh!" Penny squealed in excited dismay. "Ooooooooooooh!!!" 

Her wriggling bare buttocks bumped Mark's face, but he pursued his target 
steadily, thrusting his tongue sturdily at the contracted orifice. It was 
only when Penny's movements threatened to tear her body out of his hands 
entirely that he stopped his tonguing of her and stepped back. Penny 
squatted to pull her pajama trousers back up, and just before they enveloped 
her silky-skinned backside, Mark's palm spatted lightly upon each satiny 
rump-globe. 

"Thank you, Penny," he said gravely, and left the bedroom. It was enough for 
the moment, and he wanted no post-mortems for the moment. The girl's rosily 
confused young face was proof enough that he'd made his point. 

Mark took his rampant erection down to the kitchen and poured himself a cup 
of coffee after re-plugging in the percolator Valerie had left on the table. 
He drank a glass of orange juice, considered toast and decided against it, 
and had just decided to return upstairs and shave when the car drove into 
the yard with Valerie at the wheel and Ethel sitting beside her. 

He sat at the table while mother and daughter entered the kitchen via the 
back door. Valerie was in white, Ethel in pastel blue. Mark's nostrils 
widened as he considered Valerie's full-bodied charms. The knowledge of the 
warm cunt beneath her Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes stirred his erection 
again. 

"How are you, dear?" Valerie greeted him smilingly. 

"Never better," he assured her, rising from the table. "Let's go upstairs. I 
have something to show you." 

Valerie didn't misunderstand his meaning. She glanced quickly at her 
daughter who hadn't misunderstood, either. Mark saw that Ethel's mouth was 
set in a thin-lipped line. Jealous, he thought. Beautiful. 

He put his arm around Valerie's waist and led her toward the stairs. He 
stopped once in mid-flight to kiss her warmly on her soft mouth, and her 
lips came alive beneath his. They entered their bedroom, and Mark closed the 
door. Silently he parted the front of his robe and showed his wife his 
erection. 

"It's lovely, dear," she said, taking it in her hand and fondling it. "But I 
think Ethel knew what you meant." 

"She's a big girl now," Mark said casually in the manner of a man with more 
important things on his mind. "Let me help you out of your things." He took 
her in his arms and patted her girdled croup. "Let's get the armorplate off 
this piece of machinery and put it to work." 

Together they removed Valerie's dress and slip, unzipped her girdle, and 
tugged it down over her substantial hips and full thighs. Mark took her in 
his arms again and kissed her fiercely while his hands laved the area of 
bare skin on her back between her bra and panties. "Mark!" Valerie implored 
when he freed her lips again. "My panties are getting wet!" 

Together they pulled down her panties over her already down-dropping 
stockings whose girdle-garters had disappeared. Mark dropped down on his 
knees and kissed the girdle-marks on the soft bowl of her belly, then turned 
her around and did the same for her flaringly bell-shaped wide 
buttock-cheeks. Like daughter, like mother, he thought. Her aroma was 
exhilaratingly stimulating to him. 

Valerie removed her brassiere while Mark was steering her toward the bed. 
She got one stocking off while he was placing her on her back, but she still 
had one on when he was between her wide-parted legs and lowering himself on 
her smoothly rounded belly. He held himself slightly to one side so he could 
finger-frig the darker cunt-hole at the end of Valerie's pink gash, but when 
his finger encountered her flowing juice he removed it and immediately 
substituted his big prick. 

"My, but you're-ready-this morning!" Valerie panted as the knobby head 
thrust into her moist jewel box. "Ahhhhh, that's-grand, dear!" 

A fleeting image of Penny's yieldingly firm young bare behind thrust itself 
into Mark's consciousness, and then was gone as he concentrated upon the 
warm, oozing chasm into which he was forcing his lengthy gristle. Valerie 
whistled like a teakettle as her depths were probed by the husbandly stout 
cock, and Mark began to stroke in and out of her well-lubricated quim as her 
hands settled firmly upon his shoulders. 

"Like-it?" he grunted between plunges upon the wonderfully pliant warm 
flesh. 

"Love-it!" Valerie returned blithely, throwing her bottom up to meet her 
husband's spearing thrusts. "Ohhhhh, darling, I-love it!" 

"Love-what?" he demanded. 

"Being-fucked by-you, dear." 

They both fell silent as the two naked bodies matched submersion and 
engulfment as Mark's prick plunged furiously into Valerie's distended 
cunt-sheath. His wife's animatedly agitated broad bottom gave new life to 
Mark's scouring cock. "Ahhhhh!" Valerie exclaimed in-voluntarily. "Ohhhhh! 
I'm-Mark!" She slowed down her frantic ass-pumping momentarily, then 
redoubled it as her orgasm overtook her. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! I'm-coming!" Her 
stomach fluttered wildly as her cunt-walls contracted and bedewed the 
ravaging prick buried in her. "Ohhhhh-h-h-h-h," she mourned. "I wanted-to 
make it-last!" 

Eyes glazed with unslaked lust, Mark pounded his wife's upturned dripping 
pussy with belly-whopping effort that resounded in the bedroom. Valerie 
thrust herself upward again to make the best possible platform for the big 
prick that was jackrabbiting into her sex-slit. She could feel Mark's hairy 
balls slapping her anus with increasing speed and force, and she flung her 
arms tightly around this man who had relieved her so delightfully of the 
burdens of her widowhood. 

She reveled in the sensation as he almost stood on the tip of his prick as 
his hot jism shot the length of his cock and inundated her already dripping 
interior. For long seconds he remained rigid in her arms as spurt after 
spurt of his heavy cream shot into her gaping twat, and then he sank slowly 
down upon her as if his bones had turned to water. 

"That was wonderful, dear," she murmured gratefully as he began to stir upon 
her. Their perspiring stomachs made a sticky sucking noise as they parted. 
Mark went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth with which he 
gently and thoroughly washed every inch of Valerie's sexual parts. "Thank 
you, darling," she said, stretching languidly on her back and then rolling 
onto her stomach. "Ahhhhh, God, I feel glorious!" 

"Why don't you take a little nap before we go out to the airport to pick up 
Neal?" Mark proposed. 

"I'd love to if I have time," Valerie answered, trying to see the alarm 
clock. 

"I'll call you," Mark promised. 

He went into the bathroom again and took another shower. By the time he was 
dressed, Valerie was snoring slightly. Mark smiled tolerantly at his wife's 
sprawled, full-fleshed nudity, and drew a sheet up over her. Then he went 
out into the hall. 

Ethel was just passing their bedroom door on her way downstairs. She took 
one quick look at Mark, another at the clearly-outlined nude figure of her 
mother under the sheet in the bedroom, and the girl's nose and chin tilted 
scornfully into the air. She went down the stairs without a word. 

Mark smiled to himself as he followed. 



The family drove to the airport to pick up Neal, Mark driving with Valerie 
in the front seat, and Ethel and Penny in the rear. Only the exuberant 
younger sister contributed much in the way of conversation during the drive. 
She had started to act standoffish with Mark when first she encountered him 
downstairs that morning, but he had passed it off lightly. "Hi, kitten," he 
greeted her casually, and kissed her on the cheek. Penny was both charmed 
and disarmed. 

At the airport Penny was the first to greet Neal. She sprinted a dozen yards 
to fling herself into his arms and kiss him soundly on the cheek, standing 
on tiptoe to do it. The tall, sandy-haired, blue-eyed boy patted her 
shoulder awkwardly. 

Mark watched in amusement as Ethel went forward more sedately to offer her 
own greeting. Both girls wore skin-tight jeans. "Those jeans!" he murmured 
to Valerie. "How in the world do they ever get into them? Their backsides 
look as though they'd been poured into them like jello and then hardened." 

"I can tell you how," Valerie returned. "They wash them and put them on 
still damp, so they literally dry right on the flesh." 

"Some flesh," Mark said drily. "The in-seams look as though they're drawn 
right into the crotches. Don't they give themselves some sexual excitement 
just by walking with the jeans so tight against their little cunts?" 

"Would you deny them their simple pleasures?" Valerie asked with a smile. 

"By no means," Mark said emphatically. "By no means. I was just curious." 

He would have said more, but Penny and Ethel led Neal toward them. Neal made 
a formal little bow to Valerie, who kissed his cheek, then shook hands with 
his father. Valerie was reminded that the boy was almost as tall as Mark, 
although just beginning to flesh out his lean frame. There was just a few 
weeks' difference in Neal's age and Ethel's. 

Neal had only a handbag, having shipped the rest of his things, and when he 
had stowed that in the trunk of the car, Mark took his expanded family to 
dinner. He had reasoned earlier that a meal in a public place would be a 
better ice-breaker than returning home immediately, and so it proved to be. 
Penny chattered vivaciously, Ethel entered into the conversation with more 
restraint, and even the shy Neal blossomed under the joint feminine 
attention devoted to him. 

Valerie ate with a good appetite while she watched the boy. Neal had a 
really brilliant smile when he felt relaxed enough to employ it. His manners 
were excellent, and when his initial stiffness wore off he bantered nicely 
with the girls. Valerie had no qualms about the success of the venture. 

Twice during the meal Ethel lapsed into silence, and Valerie intercepted 
smoldering glances the girl directed at Mark. The nature of Ethel's 
obviously adoring look made Valerie feel faintly uneasy; she felt that this 
was a new and unwelcome facet in the family situation. 

But then Mark, who was sitting beside her, placed a hand casually on 
Valerie's thigh, and a warm feeling of well-being invaded her, demolishing 
her previous uncertainty. She rubbed her own thigh lightly against Mark's, 
and thought how happy she was in having the affection of this strong, virile 
man. 

"You may be unhappy to learn that you start school here tomorrow, Neal," she 
said lightly. "We've made all the necessary arrangements." 

The boy smiled at her, disclosing perfect teeth. This youngster is going to 
break a thousand feminine hearts, Valerie thought to herself. She looked at 
Penny, plainly dazzled by her new brother. "I'm sure I won't mind at all," 
Neal said earnestly. He looked around the table at his new family. "I-I 
hardly know what to say." He smiled again. "I mean it feels so nice just to 
be here." 

"It's nice having you," Penny chirped gaily. 

Ethel said nothing, but her eyes took in Neal's lean figure and unexpectedly 
wide shoulders with a speculative gleam. 

Mark drove the Walker family home with a few private thoughts of his own on 
the permutations he expected to take place. 



Tuesday afternoon Ethel went directly home from school. Mark was at the 
office, it was Valerie's bridge afternoon, and Penny was playing field 
hockey for the juniors against the sophomores. That left Neal and Ethel at 
home, and the older sister intended to capitalize upon it. 

She had already decided that finesse was too time-consuming. She was 
confident that she could lure Neal by a slowly expanding aura of feminine 
attractiveness, but after the deep-seated feelings stirred in her by Mark, 
she didn't propose to wait. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do 
as she hurried home, but she was determined to take every short-cut possible 
toward seducing Neal. The boyish appeal of the winsome-looking Neal made her 
saliva flow more freely and her panties damp. 

She entered the house and went upstairs at once. Neal's bedroom was down the 
hall from Ethel's with the jointly used bathroom in between. Penny's bedroom 
was across the hall. Ethel had heard her mother lay the law down to the 
younger sister: no more flitting across the hall from bedroom to bathroom in 
her birthday suit, not with Neal in the house. Mark and Valerie's master 
bedroom and bath were far enough down the hall so that Penny had usually 
been enabled to make her sprightly dashes without discovery. 

Entering her own bedroom, Ethel at once heard sounds from the adjoining 
bathroom. She didn't even give herself time to think about it; she walked to 
the door, knocked once, and entered. "Hi," she said breezily. 

Neal looked up, startled. The shower was running and he wore only a 
loosely-knotted towel around his waist. He had been just ready to step under 
the steaming water. "Oh, hi," he returned weakly. Ethel's seemingly cool, 
sophisticated manner intimidated him. "I like-I like to take a shower after 
school." 

"Am I invited?" Ethel asked coyly. 

Neal smiled, having no idea that she meant it. "I should be so lucky," he 
said with more than a hint of wistfulness. 

Ethel's eyes glowed as she surveyed Neal's broad shoulders, slim waist, and 
hairy legs. His skin was clear and fresh-looking with light patches of curly 
fleece on his chest. Ethel went to him, reached under his towel-loincloth, 
and took his penis in her hand. 

Neal instinctively tried to back away, but Ethel held firm. "What-what are 
you doing?" he stammered, his features flushing. 

"Looking at your prick, if you'll stand still," Ethel said coolly. She 
raised the towel and studied her captive. "Say, that's really a nice one, 
Neal." The boy's young organ already had his father's length although not 
its breadth. Ethel squeezed it in her palm, and Neal came up on his toes. 

"Take it-easy!" he gasped. "You don't know -what you're doing-to me!" 

"Oh, yes, I do," Ethel replied confidently. She removed his loincloth 
entirely with a sudden grab of her free hand. "There. Let me play with it a 
minute, Neal." 

Her playing resulted in a quick elongation and hardening of Neal's 
blue-veined long cock. His face turned crimson, and the muscles in his 
thighs jerked spasmodically. "Ethel!" he got out between clenched teeth. 
"I'm-you're-I'm-" His voice trembled and he had to stop speaking. 

Ethel removed her attention from the vibrant prick jutting forth firmly from 
Neal's bristly bush while she looked up into his face. "Have you ever fucked 
a girl, Neal?" she asked curiously. Her hand continued to lightly massage 
his throbbing cock. 

Neal hesitated. He would have liked to boast, to brag, but he sensed that he 
was already in over his head. "No," he admitted, his lips squirming at 
Ethel's feathery touch upon his sex organ. "It was dormitory life at school, 
and -and when we went out it was always in groups. I've-I've hardly been 
alone with a girl." His lips thinned. "Ethel, please-I'm- I'm going to have 
an accident!" 

Ethel released the stiff-standing penis while she looked Neal in the eye. 
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked. 

"Would I!" he said fervently. 

Ethel at once took charge. "Turn the water off and come into my bedroom," 
she directed. Neal did as he was told, his flesh quivering in anticipation. 

Naked, he confronted Ethel in her bedroom. "What if we get caught?" he asked 
in a whisper. 

"We won't," she assured him. "Nobody is due home for at least an hour, and 
if we do hear someone, you just run into the bathroom and lock the door and 
start showering." 

"Listen, I'm chicken about this," he said slowly. "I don't want to get sent 
back to that damn military school." 

"You won't," Ethel said. She started to remove her dress. "Relax, Neal. 
We're going to have fun." 

He fell silent as Ethel swiftly peeled out of her slip, bra, and panties. 
Neal's eyes bulged as they took in her femininity, unadorned except for 
garter belt and stockings. He groaned aloud as he reached for her and drew 
her close to him. 

Ethel waited quietly while Neal's hands raced over her, stroking her long 
back and flaring bare buttocks, pulling her belly in against his own while 
her stomach was jabbed by his fierce erection. "I've got-to see!" Neal said 
hoarsely, and pushed Ethel backward to the bed. 

She went down on her back and offered no resistance as Neal feverishly 
parted her legs. He ran a finger through her red-bronze curls, and then 
traced the course of her salmon-pink sex-crevice. She wriggled slightly and 
sighed. "Mmmmmmm, that feels good, Neal," she said softly. 

His face was just inches away from her snug, pouting-lipped pussy. 
"That's-beautiful," he said quietly. "I've never seen one so close before." 

Ethel slithered sideways on the bed to make room for him. "Lie down with me 
and kiss my titties, Neal," she directed. "You'll like that." 

Neal fingered the dewy pink cunt for another few seconds before leaving it 
reluctantly. He stretched out beside Ethel, started to lower his head toward 
her firmly-rounded, ruby-nippled white breasts, then paused to look down 
into her face. "How do you know so much about all this?" he demanded. 

"I don't know all that much," Ethel instinctively defended herself from the 
unspoken charge of promiscuity. "I was hoping we could find out together." 

"But you're not a virgin?" 

"No. Now no more questions, all right?" 

"All right." Neal dropped his mouth upon Ethel's nude breast and lipped at 
its silky surface. The sensation made him wild; for five minutes he played 
with mouth and tongue and hands over every inch of Ethel from neck to knees. 
Again and again he returned to her soft buttocks, kneading and squeezing and 
caressing and cuddling her velvety nude hind cheeks. His face grew scarlet 
again, and Ethel became alarmed. 

"Neal!" she said warningly. "You're going to shoot! Put it in me first!" 

She widened and elevated her long, slender legs, and Neal moved in clumsily 
between them. He aimed his red-tipped prong at Ethel's deep dimple, but lost 
his target when he crouched down over her belly. "Where-is it?" he gasped. 
He shuddered as Ethel's hand slipped between their thighs and recaptured his 
straining penis. 

"Let me do it, Neal," the girl whispered, steering the blunt head to her 
vaginal orifice. "Ahhhh! Now push, but slowly." 

"Ohhhhhh, God, what-a feeling!" Neal groaned as he began to thrust into 
Ethel's already moist channel. She could feel the long cock distending her 
tight sheath, not painfully as Mark's had, but delightfully. Neal paused for 
a second, and then his slim hips began to jerk uncontrollably. "Oh, God!" he 
cried out. "I'm-I can't stop!" Ethel cradled him between her clasping knees 
as his jet-propelled sperm cascaded up into her twitching slit. Neal 
collapsed upon her, almost sobbing from emotional frustration. "I 
didn't-even have it-in you!" he croaked miserably. "All the way." 

Ethel massaged his bare back with both palms. "Rest a minute," she 
whispered. "Maybe it will come up again." 

"I wanted to really screw you!" Neal said in despair. 

"Shhhh!" Ethel soothed him. "Wait." Her hands stroked the young male body, 
muscularly hard and terribly exciting to her. She raised her head and blew 
gently into Neal's ear. He shivered, and a slow stirring took place in his 
flesh embedded in hers. "There, see?" she comforted him. "Pretty soon it's 
going to be hard again." 

They both almost held their breaths as Neal's prick once more dilated the 
cunningly clasping sheath. Ethel felt an awesome sense of power that she 
could provoke this reaction from a male. The semi-resurgent white cock 
stiffened rapidly, and Ethel cried out as new depths were probed in her 
slaveringly wet interior. Neal grunted as he shoved at her flesh, and Ethel 
strained to capture all of the hard gristle within her slippery chute. 

Neal began to move upon her experimentally, and a fiery torch ignited in 
Ethel's cunt. An overpowering feeling of sensual abandon overtook her as she 
thrust her belly upward. "Fuck me, Neal!" she rasped hoarsely. "Go ahead-and 
fuck-meeeeee!" 

Her excitement triggered his own. Neal hammered inexpertly but deeply at the 
liquefied upturned cunt, his breathing a husky roar. His cock felt like an 
iron rod as he slashed in an out of the girl's bronze-mossed sex-cranny. He 
felt stronger than he had ever felt in his life. 

Ethel had a quick mental image of her mother on her back with Mark's thick 
cock plunged into the welcoming generously endowed full-fleshed cunt, and 
Ethel's excitement increased. Neal buried his prick in her love-trench with 
increasing speed and force. "Neal!" she cried out. "I'm-ohhh!" Her hips 
writhed upward, clear of the bed. "Ooooooh! Hard-er! HARDER! Ohhh! I'm-on 
fire! Oooooh! Neal! OHHHHHHHHHH-h-h-h-h-h!" 

Her bottom had no more than subsided quiveringly upon the bed again when 
Neal's hips went into the same stutter-step as before. He exploded his 
slippery lance into Ethel's juicy pussy as hot jets rocketed from the tip of 
his prick into the girl's already inundated fissure. Ethel patted his 
shoulders and hugged him to her as his movements subsided to a gentle 
rocking motion upon her. 

She spoke after a moment. "We've got to stop now, Neal." 

"I want to do it again," he said, his voice muffled by his mouth's contact 
with the curve of her neck. 

"We've been here long enough," she warned. 

He raised his head to look into her face. "When can we do it again, Ethel?" 

"Next week this time, if we can't arrange it sooner," she promised. 

He raised himself from her reluctantly, and his diminished penis swung 
damply against his thigh. "How was that one?" he asked hopefully. 

"Wonderful," she said softly. "Didn't you hear me?" 

He nodded. "I was hoping it was good for you, too." 

"Go take your shower," she said in almost a motherly tone. "I've got to 
clean up, too." He started for the bathroom and Ethel had her first good 
look at his lean, hard, male buttocks. "You have the littlest behind," she 
said wonderingly. 

"Wait till I get you the next time," he said cockily, and disappeared into 
the bathroom after waving his cock at her. 

Ethel smiled up at the ceiling with mingled tenderness for Neal and 
tolerance for his suddenly assumed masculinity. 

 Chapter Vi 

Valerie awakened to bright sunlight streaming in the master bedroom windows, 
and she rolled over on her back with a contented sigh, raising her hips as 
she plucked the tangled skein of pink-silk nightgown from her middle and 
smoothed it downward. She could hear Mark moving around in the bathroom, and 
she knew she was late, but she was drowsily satisfied to have it so. 
Conscience stirred her to action after a moment, though, and she flung back 
the sheet, sat up on the edge of the bed, and felt with her toes for her 
pompommed mules, a gift from Penny. 

She walked to the bathroom with the nightgown swishing between her thighs. 
She was disappointed to find Mark fully dressed, combing his hair in front 
of the medicine cabinet mirror. "Good morning, darling," she said, dipping a 
finger in the water running in the washbasin and quickly scouring her lips 
and teeth with the finger before holding up her face for his good morning 
kiss. She had no qualms about bed-warmed feminine odors placed beneath 
Mark's nose, because she knew he loved them, but she liked to have her mouth 
and breath sweet for his ardent lips. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she sighed happily when the long kiss ended. "You're the 
sexiest thing, husband. I wish I'd wakened earlier and caught you in your 
shower." Her right hand crept to his belt, then hesitated. "Are you in a 
hurry, dear? Or may I have a taste?" 

"Two minute s," he decreed, and Valerie smiled. She unzipped his trousers 
and knelt down on the bathmat in front of him as she fumbled his 
thick-stemmed white cock out of his trousers and shorts. It was damp-feeling 
from his shower, and Valerie lowered her head and rah her tongue lightly 
around the blunt head, purplish-red at its tip. Then she wasted no time in 
swallowing the limp length and began to suck on it strongly. 

Mark's hands rested lightly on her blonde head while his wife's hard-working 
mouth salivated his big penis. In seconds Valerie felt a quick stirring in 
the husbandly flesh in her mouth, and she sucked harder, ovaling her lips 
and sliding them back and forth on the increasingly stout rod which was now 
crowding the back of her throat. A humming sound emanated from her tightly 
clasped lips, and the vibration transferred to Mark's cock stiffened not 
only his prick but the muscles in his thighs. 

Valerie murmured an unavailing protest as she felt Mark withdrawing his 
rigid prick from her lips. "Please, dear," she pleaded when the long penis 
had escaped from her mouth despite her best effort to retain it. "Let me 
have your come. Please?" 

"Wouldn't you rather have it in your monkey?" Mark demanded. 

"Oh, yes," Valerie said quickly. "But do you have time?" 

"I'll make the goddamn time," he said, reaching down and taking hold of his 
prick gingerly. "Sonofabitch, Val, for sheer pressure you've got a mouth 
like a firehose." She giggled, a silvery, rippling sound, and Mark smiled 
ruefully. "Stand up, Val." 

She rose to her feet while he covered the washbasin with bath towels. He 
doubled her over it sideways, so that her head extended over one edge and 
her big breasts flopped down into the bowl. One nipple grazed the smooth 
surface, and Valerie shivered at the quick chill. Mark threw her nightgown 
up on her back and stared down at her plumped-out, wide-flaring nude white 
buttocks with tiny tendrils of downy hair showing golden in the sunlight. 
"By God, woman, you have really got an acre of sweet meat!" he rasped, and 
spatted his palm sharply on a bare hind cheek. 

He did it again, and again, and again. The pistol-like reports of his palm 
on her naked flesh resounded in the bathroom, and Valerie's broad backside 
turned pink as it moved languidly under the stimulation. The heat caused by 
Mark's palm smarting her seat seemed to move immediately into Valerie's 
moistening pussy, and she tried to lift her bottom higher to meet the palm 
as her breathing turned husky. 

Then the quick, hot spanks stopped and Mark was crowding in behind her. She 
felt the head of his prick nudging between her buttocks, and the material of 
his trousers rubbing against the backs of her thighs. Then the delicious big 
cock ducked down and prodded between her thighs, searching out her 
slack-mouthed, wet receptacle. The blunt head bumped her groove, and Valerie 
widened her legs. Mark grunted loudly as the prick-head plunged into her 
woman-flesh, and Valerie's lips parted in anticipation. Mark grunted again 
as he surged up into her in a mighty thrust that brought her up on her toes 
as her entire lower body was lifted upward by the tremendous impetus of the 
ravaging hard cock in her fiery cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Valerie whispered in muted ecstasy. 

He began to fuck her vigorously with quick, hard strokes of his rigid tool, 
and Valerie wriggled her bottom, writhed, squirmed, danced from one foot to 
the other, and mewed continuously as her penetrated sex-slit throbbed and 
pulsed from its disquieting poking. "Mark! Oh, Mark!" she choked. "Ohhh, 
what a-screwing! Oh, God, I'm on-fire! Oooooh! Ohhh!" Her voice pitched 
itself higher. "Mark! MARRRRRKK! I'm-coming, Mark! Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm-coming!" 

Her wriggling behind convulsed itself as her excited sheath grabbed at the 
fleshy intruder in its depths. Mark picked her up by the hips and ground his 
iron-hard lance even harder into Valerie's quim as her reaction triggered 
his own and he shot his load up into her molten interior. He let her go with 
a long sigh, and Valerie dropped down upon the basin again in a state of 
semi-collapse. 

She raised her head after a moment when Mark pulled out of her with a loud 
sucking sound. "Ohhhhh, thank you, dear," she murmured, turning to face him 
as he began to tuck his dripping penis into his shorts. "No, wait, darling." 
She wet a facecloth and quickly washed off his limber tool. "So you won't 
feel sticky all day." She found a semen-spot on the front of his trousers 
and dabbed at it lightly with the wet cloth. 

Mark stared down at her ivory-fleshed full-figured nudity, as she crouched 
in front of him at her labors, her nightgown a swirl of pink around her neck 
and shoulders. He patted a yielding, brimful soft globe that still showed 
pink from his palm-smarting of it. "I've got to run," he said when Valerie 
straightened up. He kissed her quickly on the lips. 

"Thanks again," she said as he started through the bedroom. "I won't see you 
until late tonight because of choir practice but that should carry me 
through." She blew him a kiss as he turned around at the door to grin at 
her, and then he was gone. 

Valerie sighed deeply, considered her tousled hair and flushed features in 
the mirror, then wandered into the bedroom, nightgown still upraised. She 
opened her closet door and studied herself in its full-length mirror, her 
bedraggled, wet-looking pussy-hair failing to conceal her sex-crevice 
crimsoned from friction. 

She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her behind. Both 
luscious-looking flesh-heavy spheres were still dusty pink from Mark's palm. 
Valerie's tongue circled her lips. Half a dozen openhanded smacks on her 
bare seat seemed to make her hotter than just about anything else Mark did 
to her. And she remembered her own intense stimulation while watching Mark 
spank Ethel and Penny. Someday she was going to provoke Mark into an 
old-fashioned bare-bottomed whaling of her own agitated flesh just to learn 
the result. 

Valerie realized she had forgotten to ask Mark if he would be home for 
dinner. Sometimes he stayed downtown on choir practice nights. She pivoted 
away from the mirror and trotted to the bedroom door. She opened it 
hurriedly, hoping to catch Mark before he left the house. Mark was on the 
third step from the top, talking to Ethel, who looked up at the sound of the 
opening door. Conscious of her still-upraised nightgown, Valerie quickly 
shut the door. 

Ethel smiled as Mark turned around too late to see what had happened. "Your 
bareass wife," the girl said impudently. "Can you tell me what you see in 
her fat butt?" 

Mark reacted instantaneously. His hand dipped under Ethel's skirt and came 
up between her legs. His palm gripped the girl's thin-pantied crotch and 
lifted until most of her weight was supported by her palm-supported 
sex-flesh. Then he squeezed deliberately. "OWWWWWwwwwwww!" Ethel shrilled, 
her eyes filling with tears as exquisitely painful sensations ravaged her 
crushed-together pussy-lips. 

Mark laughed, and let her go. Ethel sank down upon a step, rubbing at 
herself. "Stick around tonight and we'll see if your skinny ass is good for 
anything," he said abruptly, and ran down the stairs and outside to the 
driveway and his car. 

Ethel wobbled down the stairs after a moment and staggered to a living room 
sofa. Her whole pussy felt as if it were aflame. She leaned back and 
stretched her legs out gingerly, trying to get all possible weight off her 
crotch. 

And then her lips parted, and her legs stiffened, and her heels slid slowly 
forward on the carpeting, and her eyes glazed as her perfervidly feverish 
cunt began throbbing violently in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and 
on. 

Ethel looked around quickly when it ended. 

She was alone, and she went slowly upstairs and changed her panties before 
she left for school. 



In the living room that evening Mark glanced at his watch and then flung the 
evening paper aside. It was seven-thirty, and Valerie had already been at 
choir practice for half an hour. Marie left his chair and climbed the 
stairs, passing the girls' bedrooms en route to Neal's. 

He found his son reading a biography of Napoleon, and he smiled. "Thinking 
of becoming a professional soldier, Neal?" he inquired. 

Neal sprang to his feet, putting the book down, in a residue of his military 
school manners. "No, sir, but I find it kind of fascinating. The campaigns. 
I don't understand much about the politics." 

"I don't believe I ever did," Mark said. "No homework?" 

"No, sir." Neal hesitated. "We were a little ahead in classwork of what I 
find them to be here. But I'm sure it won't stay as easy as it is right 
now." 

Mark nodded. He took his wallet from his hip pocket and removed a 
five-dollar bill which he handed to his son. "Why don't you take Penny to 
the movies, then?" he suggested casually. "She'd probably enjoy it." 

"Say, that would be great!" Neal enthused. "Thanks, dad." 

"It's okay," Mark said, and left the boy's room. He went to the master 
bedroom and waited there until he- heard Neal and Penny clattering down the 
stairs with Penny's infectious giggle, so much like Valerie's, floating on 
the air behind them. Then Mark left the master bedroom and walked to Ethel's 
room. 

She was stretched out on the bed with her eyes on the door. Expecting him, 
Mark knew. He walked in with a deliberate stride, not bothering to close the 
door. Tonight he had determined to bring things to a head in this house. 

Ethel was eyeing him defiantly, Instead of her usual attempt at 
sophistication, she was dressed in a little-girl style that Mark found 
appealing. She had on a short dress with a flared skirt, below-the-knee dark 
blue socks, and bedroom slippers. Mark unfastened his tie, removed it, and 
began to unbutton his shirt. 

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Ethel said as Mark unbelted his 
trousers, and despite herself there was a quaver in her voice. 

"I thought we'd find out if you were good for anything except a quick fuck," 
he said lightly. 

"I can do anything she can do!" Ethel flared with a quick glance in the 
direction of the master bedroom. 

"That's what I'm here to find out," Mark declared, tossing aside his 
underwear. The hard-looking, hirsute male body seemed to dominate the 
frilly, feminine bedroom. "Strip. We're alone in the house." 

Ethel rose to her feet uncertainly. One hand went slowly to the fastening at 
the neck of her dress, then stopped. "What-what are we going to do?" she 
faltered. Obviously she found Mark's easy self-assurance disconcerting. 

"First you'll suck my prick," he told her. 

Ethel stared. "Suppose-suppose I don't want to s-suckit?" 

"Look," Mark said in a weary tone, "the reason your mother is so good in bed 
is because she not only knows what a man likes, she anticipates him and does 
it before he can ask her. Or tell her, like I'm telling you." His hard male 
grin impaled Ethel's nervous eyes. "What ever gave you the idea the female 
called the shots?" 

"Chivalry," Ethel began. "It-" 

"Chivalry is in the dictionary next to shit, shellac, and shinola," Mark 
interrupted her. "Now get your goddamn clothes off before I get them off for 
you." 

Ethel swallowed convulsively but unhooked her dress. She drew it over her 
head slowly, then followed suit with her slip. Her white shoulders and 
thighs glistened in the light as she stood there momentarily in bra, 
panties, and long socks before her hands went to the clasps at the rear of 
her brassiere. She shrugged the shoulder straps of the bra down and removed 
the cups from the wine-colored nipples adorning the darker centers of her 
perky full breasts. 

Still more slowly, she slipped down her panties, revealing once more the 
bushy, bronze triangle of pubic hair Mark had seen at his office. "All 
right," he said briskly, walking to the bed and sitting down on it. "Kneel 
down here between my legs." 

Ethel's eyes were upon the bunched male flesh at Mark's groin. She 
approached him gingerly and knelt down in front of him with her hands on his 
bare thighs. She started to lower her head, then looked up into his face. 
"Suppose I get s-sick?" she pleaded. "Why don't you just-just fuck me?" 

"You won't get sick," Mark told her. He smiled at her cynically. "You 
females all love the taste of a prick." His smile widened at Ethel's 
shrinking expression. "Your mother would just as soon have it that way as in 
her cunt." 

The challenge stirred the girl as Mark had intended it to stir her. Ethel 
waited no longer, but dropped her mouth down upon Mark's lazy erection and 
flicked her tongue at it. Emboldened, she licked it lightly, then took it 
into her mouth with a squinched expression around her eyes. Her mouth worked 
gently as she tried to accommodate the expanding monster. 

"Is that so bad?" Mark demanded. 

"No," the girl mumbled with her mouth full of blue-veined cock. 

"Then suck it," Mark directed. "Suck it hard." 

Ethel compressed her lips and moved her mouth along the shaft, back and 
forth. Her cheeks hollowed as she caught the knack of it and began to suck 
with more abandon. In the bureau mirror Mark could see the spread of the 
girl's solid yet delicate-looking bare behind as she crouched in front of 
him. 

"Harder," he said again. He could feel the quick throb of the head of his 
cock in the girl's soft mouth as jet-propelled sperm spasms lanced through 
his rigid penis and into Ethel's throat. Mark locked his hands behind the 
back of her head as she tried to pull away, and Ethel choked, swallowed 
desperately, gasped for air, and swallowed again. 

The excess of Mark's sticky come ran down from the corners of Ethel's mouth 
onto her chin from where it dripped in long strings onto her breasts. Mark 
held her tightly as she still tried to back off from the male gristle lodged 
between her lips. Ethel made faint mewling noises intended to indicate her 
unhappiness with the cocksucking act Mark had forced her to engage in. 

He let her go finally, and she sank back on her heels, scrubbing at her lips 
with one hand, her cranberry-nippled breasts glistening with quick-drying 
jism. "You'll make a good cock-sucker eventually," Mark told her, and 
watched cynically as the impact of his taunting remark shamed the girl 
additionally. 

He sent her to the bathroom for a damp towel and made her wipe off his 
greasy prick and balls first before she cleaned her breasts, chin, and 
mouth. The warm caress of the wet towel rapidly restored his virility, and 
he took Ethel by the arm and drew her over his bare thighs, face down. She 
stirred uneasily on his lap, humiliated by the spanking position which 
exposed her backside, naked to her stocking tops, but also aware of Mark's 
rejuvenated cock probing at the lower portion of her bare belly. 

Mark parted the girlish hind cheeks casually and studied Ethel's pale anus 
snuggled in the depths of her soft globes. Wisps of reddish hair straggled 
from the puckered girlish asshole to the pouting, pink-lipped sex-groove. 
Mark slipped the tip of a finger into Ethel's tight anus and wriggled it 
about as the girl tried vainly to clench her buttock-cheeks and violated 
buttonhole to repel the intruder. 

"Not-there!" she gasped, thighs thrashing. 

"Why not there?" Mark asked coolly. "D'you ever have a problem getting big 
shit-turds out of your asshole? I think you need a little loosening up." 

He could feel her shrinking both physically and at the image his words were 
intended to provoke. Essentially he was killing time, but he was also 
enjoying himself. He planned to delay Ethel's fucking until he was sure that 
Valerie would walk in upon them. He was curious to see what Valerie's 
reaction would be, as well as to witness the mother-daughter confrontation. 

He continued to play with Ethel's ass while he probed more deeply into her 
flinching rectum with his hard-boring finger. He nodded satisfiedly to 
himself when he noticed the tension going out of Ethel's nude thighs. Fleshy 
opposition to his finger decreased, and with her sphincter bypassed Mark 
forced his finger in until his knuckle rested snugly between the girl's 
perspiring hind cheeks. He could hear Ethel's rapid breathing, and he could 
see that the nape of her neck had turned bright red. 

He withdrew his finger only when the girl stopped fighting the insertion. 
The finger emerged from the warm-rubbery cave with a loud popping sound. 
Mark at once hoisted Ethel's bare bottom even higher on his lap, dropped his 
hand down between her thighs, searched out the entrance to her moist sex 
grotto, and began to frig her slowly. Little ripples of sexual emotion 
danced through the girl's flesh, and she sighed deeply. There was no 
resistance now. Languorous stirrings of nubile girl-flesh surrounding the 
penetrating finger excited Mark's prick so that it thrummed against Ethel's 
nude, smooth-curving belly. 

He raised her from his lap finally and put her on her back on the bed. He 
went to her bureau and tilted the mirror so that the bed's occupants could 
see themselves. He parted Ethel's below-the-knee-blue-socks-clad legs and 
lowered himself on her belly, rubbing his rigidity the length of the girl's 
bronze-haired coral-colored furrow while she wriggled with pleasure before 
locating her cunt-entrance and beginning to stuff it with his hard tool 
while Ethel's breath whistled. 

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she kept murmuring as the big prick distended her 
cunt-sheath. Her legs shot up in the air and her thighs trembled. 
"Ohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed as she came suddenly while Mark still lacked an 
inch or two of full penetration. Ethel writhed and moaned beneath him while 
he rested. 

He pulled out of her then and got on his back and made the girl sit down on 
his long cock. When it had glided upward into her freshly lubricated chasm, 
Mark pulled her upper body down on his chest. "Look," he said, and Ethel 
turned her head to see her own widespread bare buttocks in the mirror with 
Mark's thick-shafted prick thrust upward between them. She ducked her head 
down on Mark's chest in confusion. 

He fucked her slowly in the female-superior position until Ethel came again 
with shuddering little cries and quick-fluttering jerks of her stomach 
muscles. Ecstatic pleas for more from Ethel's lips were interrupted by the 
sound Mark had been waiting to hear, the closing of the downstairs door. He 
immediately put Ethel on her back again, inserted his long cock hurriedly, 
and began to fuck Valerie's older daughter savagely as the girl responded 
with passionate abandon. 



Valerie glanced around the deserted living room before ascending the 
stairway. Where was everyone? she wondered. Usually Penny watched television 
after finishing her homework. She reached the head of the stairs and glanced 
into the master bedroom. There was no sign of Mark, either. And then a 
series of faint sounds drifted down the second floor corridor, and the hair 
at the back of Valerie's neck raised slightly. 

For a moment her mind fought against acceptance of the texture and pattern 
of the sounds, but she found herself hurrying along the hallway before she 
realized what she was doing. The sounds grew louder, and Valerie was 
agonizedly aware what she was going to see before she stopped at Ethel's 
open door and with a knifelike pain in the region of her heart stared at the 
frenziedly coupled pair on the bed. 

Ethel's blue socks were elevated ceilingward as her thighs clasped Mark's 
body with his big cock pistoning in and out of her upthrust, yearning cunt. 
"Ohhhhh, Mark!" the girl was calling frantically. "Ohhhhhh! Ooooooh! It's 
so- gooooooood!" The girlish behind pumped itself upward to meet Mark's 
slashing prick-assaults on the crimson, oozing cunt. "Ohhhh, I'm-coming! 
Ooooh, I'm commmmmmmmmming!" Ethel half-shrieked in sexually delirious 
abandon as Mark grasped her bottom-cheeks to attain more leverage as he 
fucked her. Then his shoulders writhed and his back arched and he made a 
roaring sound deep in his throat as he splashed Ethel's relaxed cunt with a 
huge load of sperm. 

The paralyzed tautness left Valerie's muscles. She darted across the 
corridor to check Penny's room, then Neal's. A wave of relief enveloped her 
that both were empty. She didn't know what she would have done if she had 
had to attempt to explain this-this situation to those two. She marched 
grimly back to Ethel's bedroom and advanced upon the pair still entwined in 
passion's afterglow. 

Valerie could never remember being so angry. 

"What do you think you're doing?" she cried, her hands pushing and pulling 
at Mark until she tumbled him from Ethel's sprawled, nude body. Ethel's 
half-closed eyes flew open, at first in fright and then in defiance. "You 
slut!" Valerie continued. She leaned down and slapped Ethel's face heavily. 
"Flaunting yourself in front of Mark, I'll wager!" 

Ethel started to scramble from the bed, and Valerie's palm connected solidly 
with a nude hind cheek before the girl could escape. The pistol-like report 
echoed in the bedroom. "Look at you!" Valerie went on, her own breath a 
knife in her throat. Ethel glanced down at her crimson belly and sperm-wet 
fleece and cunt, then glared at her mother. 

"Why should he want an old sow like you?" she said shrilly. Mark stooped and 
began to pick up his scattered clothing. Neither Valerie or Ethel paid any 
attention to him. Valerie advanced upon her daughter again until they were 
almost nose-to-nose, but this time the daughter didn't flinch. When Valerie 
slapped the girl again, Ethel recovered and slapped back. "You let me 
alone!" Ethel cried. "If he wants to fuck me, you're not going to stop it!" 

Shocked beyond measure, Valerie could only stare. Her cheek burned from the 
imprint of her daughter's palm. Her whole world felt turned upside-down. 
"You get in bed and stay there!" she said finally, at a loss for further 
words. "I'll take care of you later!" 

Clothes over his arm, Mark left the bedroom and walked naked to his and 
Valerie's room. Valerie followed, closing Ethel's bedroom door firmly. She 
entered the master bedroom and closed its door. Mark was sitting on the bed, 
still naked. He lifted his shoulders in an expressively negative shrug. 

"I know she did it to hurt me," Valerie said numbly. She sank down into an 
armchair with a hand pressed to her lips, and the tears she had repressed in 
front of Ethel ran down her cheeks. "I kn-know s-she must have t-teased you 
till you didn't know what you were d-doing, M-Mark." 

He rose from the bed and went to her chair, placed his hands upon her 
quivering shoulders as Valerie sobbed freely, squeezed lightly, then removed 
his hands as he went back and sat on the bed again. 



Penny and Neal returned from the movie to find all bedroom doors closed 
except their own. "Gee, everyone sure went to bed early," Penny commented. 
"Guess it's time for us, too. 'Night, Neal." 

"No goodnight kiss?" the tall boy teased. 

"You're getting as mushy as the movie," Penny giggled. "And you don't mean 
it, anyway." 

"Yes, I do," Neal averred. 

Penny started to hold up her glowing young face, then looked around. "Come 
into the bedroom," she said. "I don't want anyone to see us. I'd 
feel-funny." 

Neal followed her into her bedroom. Penny stopped in the middle of the floor 
and looked at him expectantly. He placed an arm around her waist and tipped 
up her chin with his other hand. He placed his mouth on her soft one in a 
long, lingering kiss. When her lips relaxed, he thrust his tongue between 
them, and he could feel the tremor that ran through the girl's body. 

Emboldened, he removed the hand from her chin and cupped a round breast. 
"I'll bet you have beautiful titties, Penny," he whispered. He lowered the 
arm around her waist until it was draped across her buttocks, then squeezed 
a plump hind cheek. "And bottom." 

"You mustn't, Neal," Penny whispered, but made no move to disturb either 
hand. She wriggled uneasily at the double stimulation but let Mark fuse his 
lips upon her again while the two disembodied hands roamed more freely. 
Finally the girl broke away from the prolonged kiss. "Neal!" she exclaimed, 
half-excited, half-afraid. The hand formerly upon her backside had moved 
around front and disappeared under her skirt. 

"Please let me!" Neal pleaded, running his fingers up the girl's round 
thighs and probing at her pantied thigh-juncture. He stroked and fondled and 
kneaded and caressed the tender girl-flesh until Penny's knees felt weak. 
"Get on the bed, Penny!" Neal continued in a passionately intense whisper. 

"We mustn't, Neal!" Penny murmured, but allowed herself to be led to the 
bed. "What-what are you going to do?" 

"I want to see your pussy," Neal replied, his experience with Ethel giving 
him confidence. He started to raise Penny's skirt. 

She captured his hands, frightened but stimulated. He gave her another kiss, 
and her soft mouth relaxed as his tongue probed for hers and twined around 
it. "Close the door, Neal," she whispered when her mouth was freed again. 

He walked quietly to the door and closed it. When he returned to Penny, he 
sat on the bed and stood her between his knees. He lifted up her skirt and 
wordlessly indicated that she was to hold it up for him. Penny clamped it 
under her arms as goosebumps crawled on her flesh while Mark slowly drew her 
clinging pink panties down over her hips and left them in a rolled bunch at 
the backs of her knees. 

Neal's eyes stared at the chubby expanse of sleekly nude girlish hind cheeks 
immediately before them. Penny held her breath as Neal's palm traced her 
full curves and played with her resilient flesh. Then she felt his warm 
breath and the quick pressure of his mouth as he kissed each brimful cheek, 
reminding her of Mark. Did all men like to kiss girls' bare behinds, she 
wondered? It certainly felt nice. 

"Turn around, Penny," Neal said. 

She hesitated, feeling shy despite her liking for the tall, sandy-haired 
boy. His hands on her bare hips faced her about, and Penny closed her eyes 
when she felt his gaze upon her black-fleeced mound and dimpled slit. His 
hand was there immediately, tracing her lightly dewed sex-lips, pressing 
between her thighs to explore more freely. Neal finger-pressured the mostly 
soft flesh with mounting excitement, his prick straining inside his shorts. 

Finally he rose to his feet and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Take your 
clothes off, Penny," he said quietly. He removed the shirt and unzipped his 
trousers. 

She didn't pretend to misunderstand his intention. "What if I should have a 
baby, Neal?" she pleaded. 

"You won't," he said confidently, and knelt down in front of her to remove 
her shoes. He stood up and slipped down his shorts, took Penny's hand, and 
placed his erection in her palm. She examined the blue-veined hard cock 
interestedly while Neal fumbled at her clothing. Penny assisted with her own 
unveiling finally, then stood quietly as Neal kissed her nipples and played 
again with her unclothed wide buttocks. 

Neal stepped away from her long enough to strip the bed down to the sheet, 
then sat Penny on it. For a few moments he kissed and patted all the 
available girl-flesh until his erection became painful. Then he put the 
still half-frightened girl on her back and moved in between her parted 
thighs. He stroked her furry mound delightedly, then introduced the tip of 
his prick to her sex-opening. "I'm afraid of its hurting," Penny worried. 

"Just for a few seconds," he soothed her, working his hips as he gained 
ground inside her taut passage. "Hold onto my shoulders, Penny." 

She did as she was instructed, lips pursed against the stretching sensation 
taking place down in her private parts. How could that long thing go in her 
slit? Yet she had seen Mark's, much thicker, romp around in her mother's 
sex-channel. 

"Oww!" she whispered as Neal's blunt-headed instrument lodged tightly inside 
her. "That's as far as you can-" 

Neal slammed his hips forward, and a half-smothered cry escaped the girl. 
With a ripping, tearing feeling, the long cock scraped the depths of her 
tender inner surfaces. Her pussy throbbed with pain as Neal rested on her 
stomach. Then the pain eased, to be replaced by a tingling, smarting 
sensation. 

Neal was too inexpert to give her an orgasm, but he came twice himself. 
Penny felt an unfulfilled ache, but she knew Neal was enjoying himself 
tremendously, and she tried to be satisfied with that. Her arms encircled 
the tall boy whose prick was surging in and out of her delicate cunt, and 
she tried to anticipate what would give him more pleasure. 

It was late when they separated on the bed after a long good night kiss. 

Neal turned out all the lights and padded silently to his own room in the 
darkness. 

Penny fingered her aching pussy gently and wondered if there was something 
the matter with her that she couldn't enjoy it the way her mother did. She 
fell asleep dreaming of a long, white cock. 

 Chapter Vii 

When Valerie awoke in the morning, an hour before her regular time, Mark was 
still sleeping. Valerie's sleep had been troubled and far from sound. She 
had permitted no discussion at all of the situation she had discovered the 
previous evening. "We'll sleep on it, Mark," she said firmly. "We're not in 
a rational enough frame of mind to discuss it without rancor now." 

Awake in the early-morning stillness of the house, Valerie wondered briefly 
if she hadn't dreamed it all. But no; in her mind's eye she could still see 
Mark's hairy buttocks plunging upon Ethel's nudity as her daughter's 
enthusiastic hip-response welcomed Mark's thick-stemmed big prick into her 
cunt-sheath. It was unbelievable, Valerie told herself. How could they have 
come to this state? 

It crossed her mind that in the tumultuously upsetting events of the evening 
just past she hadn't checked on Penny as she made a ritual of doing before 
her own retiring nights. Valerie slipped from the bed without waking Mark 
and threw a lightweight robe on over her nightgown. She opened the master 
bedroom door quietly and walked down the hallway to Penny's partly opened 
door. Even before she reached it, Valerie could hear the sound of the 
bathroom shower running. She wasn't surprised to find Penny's bedroom empty. 

She stood in the doorway for an instant, running her eye over the 
reassuringly familiar sight, then paused. Even from that distance she could 
see dark blotches on Penny's rumpled bedsheet. Valerie approached the bed 
with lips compressed. She had trained both girls to wear panties to bed 
beneath their pajamas, and to go to bed napkined a day before their periods 
were due. Bedsheets were one thing, but blood-soaked mattresses were 
another. 

Even before she reached the bed, however, Valerie's glance had taken in the 
other telltale signs. Unbelievingly she reached down a hand and touched the 
semen-stiff sheet areas mingled with the bloodstains. She straightened up, 
her heart thudding furiously. Was she losing her mind? Instinctively she 
started across the hallway toward the bathroom, then changed her mind. She 
veered toward Neal's almost-closed bedroom door, thrust it open, and 
entered. 

The sandy-haired boy was sprawled loosely in slumber, one arm dangling over 
the side of the bed. Valerie shook him by the shoulder, hard. Neal's blue 
eyes flew open and focused upon her fuzzily. "Neal," Valerie said sharply, 
"what have you done to Penny?" The boy didn't answer, but his guilt was 
plainly written in his confused expression. "Oh, Neal," Valerie continued in 
a voice that trembled in spite of her best effort at controlling it, "how 
could you?" She drew an agonized breath. "She's only a baby!" 

"She-she wanted it," Neal said quietly. "Honestly." 

"A quite incredible response," Valerie said grimly. "She's not old enough to 
know what she wants. Now you listen to me, young man. You march right down 
the hallway to your father's bedroom and tell him what you've done. Right 
now. I'll wait here for you." 

Neal hesitated, then threw back the covers. He had slept nude, and Valerie 
had a quick glimpse of his young sex organ still bespattered with her 
younger daughter's hymen-blood. Neal went to his closet and shrugged into a 
robe. 

He turned to Valerie again when he was ready to leave his bedroom. 
"Honestly, it was like I said. She-" 

"Talk to your father," Valerie cut him off. 

Her eyes filled with tears of frustrated anger, and she sat down on the edge 
of Neal's bed. 

Neal walked down the hallway to the master bedroom, his thoughts in a whirl. 
Mark was still asleep when Neal entered. "Dad," the boy said weakly. He 
repeated it more loudly when Mark failed to stir. Mark blinked, sat up, and 
looked at his son inquiringly after a rapid inspection of the other side of 
the bed revealed Valerie's absence. 

Neal drew a deep breath. "Penny and I," he began, and stopped. "Last night," 
he said, and paused again. "We-" 

"You screwed her," Mark said. 

Neal nodded miserably. "And Valerie found out somehow. She-she just came 
into my room looking like a-like a witch." 

"Did you force Penny?" Mark asked. 

"Oh, no, no, no!" Neal said hurriedly. "She was willing. More than willing 
once we got started." 

Mark pursed his lips thoughtfully. His mind was racing. Surely there was 
some capital to be made of this development? He summed up and discarded 
several possible courses of action before nodding his head in satisfaction. 
He fixed his face into stern lines. "You realize, Neal, that Valerie is 
capable of taking hasty action while upset over this that could affect our 
pleasant situation here. I assume you find it pleasant?" 

"Oh, yes!" Neal said fervently. 

"Then a drastic solution is necessary," Mark continued. "Sometimes it's 
possible to minimize a situation only by contrasting it with another. We 
need to give Valerie something else to think about. And that's where you 
come in. Where is Valerie now?" 

"In my bedroom, waiting for me to tell her what you had to say to me 
about-about Penny." 

"Good," Mark said. "Now listen to me closely. Everything is going to depend 
upon you. I want you to go back to your bedroom, close the door, and fuck 
Valerie." 

"Do-do what?" Neal stammered incredulously. 

"She will resist, of course," Mark went on as though his son hadn't spoken. 
"But you must not let her resistance prevail. And she will not pursue it to 
the point of calling attention to the situation. I can assure you of that." 
He looked at Neal sharply. "Can you do it?" 

The sandy-haired boy wet his lips with a nervous flick of his tongue. "I-I 
don't know," he faltered. "I h-hope so. If you say I should." 

"I say you must," Mark corrected him. "So get on with it while she's still 
in your room." 

Neal went back down the corridor with a dry throat and a queasy stomach. He 
went into his bedroom and closed the door carefully. Valerie was still 
sitting on the bed, trying to keep herself from going to pieces. "Well?" she 
demanded in a tight voice. "What did your father have to say?" Neal stood in 
front of her and removed his robe, and Valerie's eyes widened. 

"What do you think you're-" 

Her voice broke off in a gasp as Neal suddenly pushed her onto her back. 
Eyes almost starting from her head, Valerie found herself on her back with 
the naked Neal pulling and hauling at her lightweight robe and nightgown 
until he had both well up on her plump white thighs. "Neal!" Valerie blurted 
in a strangled voice. The boy paid no attention. He flipped her onto her 
side, and Valerie felt her nightwear ascending further until her handsome 
glistening nude wide buttocks were disclosed. "Ohhhhh!" she bleated. 

Almost reverently Neal's right hand delved among Valerie's ample fleshy 
treasures while she struggled in vain. She flopped onto her back again and 
Neal seized the opportunity to thrust her nightwear in front up around her 
neck. His young prick stood forth stiffly, tremendously aroused by the sight 
and feel of the womanly attractions sprawled before him. "Neal!" Valerie 
pleaded, but consciously holding her voice down. "No, no, no, no!" 

The boy grasped her ankles and spread her legs apart. For a moment he gazed 
hungrily upon her silky-golden bush scarcely concealing at all the 
salmon-pink-lipped trench between Valerie's legs, then slid his hands up her 
smooth legs to widen her upper-thigh stance and make room for himself. 
Valerie twisted frantically as her stepson plopped himself down on her nude 
belly with his red-eyed prick, foreskin drawn tightly back, searching for 
her cunt. "Stop squirming!" Neal demanded. 

Valerie's eyes went to the connecting bathroom door behind which she could 
still hear the shower running. "Not so loud!" she said in an instinctive 
half-whisper. 

"Then hold still!" 

"Please, Neal!" Valerie begged. "Don't- ohhh!" The cry was wrenched from her 
as the stiff boyish prick first jabbed her soft stomach flesh and then 
dipped down and probed at her hole. "Neal!!!" 

But he had gained entrance and triumphantly surged into her plump pussy-lips 
despite her discomposed tossing and tumbling. "Ooooooooh!" Valerie exclaimed 
despairingly as she felt the long white prick distend her sex-channel and 
slowly inch its way inside to its full length. "Take it out, Neal! 
P-please!" 

But the hard young body pinioned her with its weight while Neal delightedly 
began to fuck his stepmother, pillowing his head on her large breasts while 
he began to pump his rigid penis in and out of her clinging cavern. The boy 
gripped Valerie's yielding white hind cheeks in each hand while he redoubled 
his efforts upon her. 

"Ohhhh, God!" Valerie moaned as quick tremors raced through her flesh. Neal 
turned his head and kissed her on the neck while his hips pistoned his long 
cock furiously. "Neal!" she wailed. 

Her legs, which had been resting slackly on either side of the boy's lean 
body, rose up independently of any direction from her mind and gripped Neal 
tightly. The pistoning cock was turning her inhibitions to mush as a bright, 
glowing coal ignited in her interior. To her shamed amazement she found her 
broad-bottomed backside thrusting upward vigorously to meet each downstroke 
of the youthful sex organ fucking her so deliciously. 

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she mewed continuously as the up-tempo fucking 
went on and on, fanning her sexual fever. Lost to the world, she wriggled 
her heavy behind animatedly as panted phrases tumbled from her drawn-back 
lips. "Oooooh, fuck me!" she demanded lewdly. "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" 

Unseen by her, two doors opened, the bedroom door opening inward from the 
hallway, and the connecting door to the bathroom. At the hallway door Mark 
stood motionless with his face set in stern lines. In the bathroom doorway 
Penny stood with a towel half-shielding the youthful curves which she had 
been patting dry, her popeyed stare riveted upon the pair on the bed. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Valerie whimpered as her orgasm overtook her and her stomach 
muscles began to flutter and her sheath-walls to contract. 
"I'm-oooooh!-ooooooh!-coming!" Her legs shot ceilingward as her thighs 
ground away at Neal. "Ohhhhhhhh, I'm-commm-ming!" Her glassy eyes rolled 
upward until the whites showed, and her arms wrapped tightly around Neal's 
upper body. 

"OHHHHHHHH-h-h!" 

Valerie's hot-blooded reaction to her fucking stirred Neal's almost 
immediate response. The boy groaned huskily as the sperm in his balls boiled 
over and shot the length of his hardworking penis, inundating his 
stepmother's juicy cunt. He took half a dozen more expiring pokes at that 
voluptuously agreeable oozing chalice before slowing to a halt. 

For a moment there was silence in the bedroom. Valerie raised her head and 
stared about dazedly for a second before her slowly clearing vision focused 
upon her husband. "Ohhh, Mark!" she said in a panic-stricken whisper. She 
tried to dislodge Neal. 

Mark moved to the edge of the bed and gazed down at her, his expression 
angry. "I really felt we could settle our problem, Val, without you finding 
it necessary to seduce my son," he said in a voice as brittle as glass. 

"I didn't mean-it's not what you think-ohh, Mark, I didn't! I d-didn't!" 
Valerie moaned. After her first effort at dislodging Neal, she clung to the 
boy as though his young body could effectively conceal her nudity and 
embarrassing condition. 

Neal broke free of her grip finally and rose shakily to his feet, his face 
red and his prick lapsed. Valerie tried to roll onto her side, but Mark, in 
his robe, reached down quickly and held her with a palm in her stomach, and 
for an instant all eyes in the room were upon the friction-reddened, 
still-throbbing splayed cunt with its triangle-bearded pubic hair stickily 
damp from Neal's overflow. 

"I'm going to find it difficult to forgive this, Val," Mark continued in the 
same hard tone. "In fact, I believe I'll teach you a lesson." 

He removed his hand from Valerie's round stomach and turned to Penny 
standing wide-eyed in the bathroom doorway. He walked quickly to the 
doorway, seized her by the wrist, and pulled her into the bedroom. 
"P-please!" Penny begged, trying ineffectually to cover herself with the 
towel. "I haven't any clothes on!" 

"Appropriate to the occasion," Mark said with pretended savagery, pushing 
her onto the bed beside her mother. He snatched the towel from her hands, 
and Penny flinched as her plump-bodied young curves sprang into full view. 
"This time we'll prove that what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the 
gander," he declared. He whipped off his robe, displaying his hirsute 
nudity. 

"No, Mark!" Valerie pleaded, divining his intention. 

He paid no attention. His right hand darted to Penny's black-haired pussy 
and his fingers thrust deeply between the girl's thighs. "Ouch!" she 
whimpered, still tender from her previous night's defloration. "It h-hurts!" 

Again Mark paid no attention. He corkscrewed the hand and wrist between the 
silky-skinned full thighs until they parted. Penny's dainty-looking, 
fragile-appearing young cunt appeared with Mark's forefinger stuffed into 
its centerpiece to the second knuckle. He frigged the girl swiftly while his 
prick rose in an erection that curved it upward from his lower belly. 

"No!" Valerie cried again, and tried to scramble toward the pair. 

"Hold her, Neal," Mark said instantly, and the boy looped his arms through 
his stepmother's and pulled her backward until she was half off the bed in 
his grasp, with her behind wedged against his groin and his hands clasped 
over the bowl of her white stomach. 

Mark returned his attention to the apprehensive-looking Penny whose 
attention was fixed upon the purplish-red blunt head of the big prick aimed 
at her mid-section. "You're not going to-to put it in me?" she asked 
huskily. "It's-it's way too big." 

"Oh, no, it's not," Mark declared. He seized and lifted the girl's legs, 
tipping her onto her back. Her young face stared up at him anxiously. 
"You'll be begging for more, like your saintly mother." 

He pushed Penny into the center of the bed, steering her by her upraised 
legs as her chubby bare bottom slid over the sheet. Then he climbed onto the 
bed on his knees and positioned himself in front of the girl with her round 
white thighs separated by his hands while his wide-stemmed thick-looking 
prick was poised before Penny's defenseless, pouting pussy. "Ooooh!" the 
girl squeaked in acute anxiety as she felt the blunt-headed big cock rub 
against her sex-crevice. 

Tears ran down Valerie's face as she gazed helplessly at her younger 
daughter's embarrassing exposure. Penny squealed again as the big prick 
parted her tender pussy-lips, then grunted inelegantly as Mark thrust into 
her. A third of the broad-based cock slid out of sight into the girl's 
straining cunt, and Penny's breath whistled fiercely as her sex-sheath 
struggled to accommodate its oversized visitor. 

"It s-stings!" she cried out. "It stings!" But her voice had changed by the 
second time she said it; a rising excitement was overtaking her pained 
exclamations. "Ohhhh-h-h!" she sighed throatily as Mark worked more of his 
bulging penis into the girl's upturned gaping slit. "It's s-so-BIG!!" 

Penny's round white thighs rose into the air, as her mother's had, 
disclosing her girlish yet womanly bare bottom. Mark's big prick punctured 
Penny's thigh-juncture almost to the hilt while the girl made little 
murmuring sounds. Her hands came up and fondled her stepfather's shoulders 
as Mark began to fuck her in earnest. 

Valerie gazed wet-eyed upon her husband's savage prick-assault upon Penny's 
inexperienced young pussy. She shut her eyes momentarily at the sight, then 
opened them again, hating herself for the mixture of shame and excited 
confusion with which she was viewing the licentiously bawdy scene. She bit 
her lips in troubled nervousness as Penny began to respond ardently to the 
plunging big cock ravaging her sex-cranny, knowing just how her daughter 
felt. 

"Ooooooh!" Penny gasped as her pussy turned wanton and grabbed at the stiff 
pole distending its depths. "I'm-so-oooh! I'm so-hot!" After each 
belly-whacking lunge into the girl's tight-clasping jewel box, Mark was 
withdrawing so far that flashing glimpses of his reddish-purple, glistening 
prick-head could be seen by the semi-hypnotized viewers. Penny's voice went 
up the scale as the long prick titillated every millimeter of her sex-chute, 
sending unimaginably delightful sensations throughout her quaking flesh. 
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" she squealed in time to each slashing descent of 
Mark's slippery penis. 

Mark hunched his shoulders and drove harder. The girl was unbelievably tight 
in the way her oily sheath clasped the circumference of his cock while at 
the same time she was sexually furnished in a manner that permitted her to 
engulf Mark's plunging prick as her mother did. Except for the extra 
sensation afforded by the girl's comparatively unstretched chute in its 
tingling grip, Mark would have had difficulty in knowing whether it was 
mother or daughter in whose delectably exquisite cunt he was buried. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" Penny half-shrieked as her plump thighs writhed against Mark's 
ribcage. Each submersion of the blue-veined white cock in her 
fleece-surrounded orifice seemed to drive her up a long hill where she felt 
herself delicately poised atop a high, high place. Her belly and buttocks 
were damp with perspiration as her excitement increased. "Ohhhh, more, more, 
more!" she solicited her ravager. 

Mark had intended to prolong the fucking of his stepdaughter but felt 
himself suddenly boiling over. His hip movement ran riot as he shot load 
after load of hot sperm through his quivering tube into the girl's 
semi-virgin lubricious depths. This final sensation triggered Penny's 
response and her cunt-walls throbbed violently as her orgasmic shudders 
matched Mark's and they expired together as Penny's soft moans filled the 
room. 

Mark freed himself finally from Penny's fervent embrace and pulled out of 
her still-clinging cunt. Penny's reddened pussy-lips showed starkly beneath 
her black bush, and there was a round pink spot on her firm young belly. She 
sprawled limply with an arm over her eyes to hide herself from the eyes in 
the room as awareness overtook her former sexual excitement. 

Valerie broke free suddenly from Neal's relaxed grip and crawled across the 
bed to her daughter. Her right hand delicately explored Penny's wet slit as 
though assessing possible damage. "Does it hurt, darling?" she asked softly 
as Mark and Neal both stared at her unconsciously revealed hip-spread as she 
crouched beside Penny. 

"Not really, m-mother," the girl half-whispered. 

Valerie kissed her, and Penny returned the kiss. 

"Very touching!" Mark snapped in pretended undiluted anger. "Get off that 
bed, Penny, and come here!" The girl slithered from the bed obediently and 
approached him with downcast eyes. Mark pointed at Neal whose previously 
lapsed erection had been half-aroused by the close contact with Valerie's 
warm buttocks in the position in which he had been holding her. "Suck him 
off, Penny. Right now!" 

"No!" Valerie exclaimed as Penny shyly approached Neal. "Mark, it's-it's 
indecent!" She tried to run to her daughter, but Mark intercepted her. He 
grabbed her around the waist and held on despite her struggles. "Penny, 
don't d-do it!" Valerie half-sobbed. 

"I've seen you do it, mother, and I don't think I'll really mind," her 
daughter replied diffidently. Meekly she knelt down in front of the 
wide-eyed Neal and rested one cheek on his thigh before advancing her mouth 
to the vicinity of his half-aroused erection. With the tip of her pink 
tongue the girl licked daintily at the sticky head of the boy's penis, which 
swelled immediately. 

"Take it in your mouth!" Mark ordered. 

Valerie started to cry again as Penny's dark head moved closer to Neal's 
groin and the girl's soft lips tentatively surrounded the boy's upstanding 
prick-head. Mark slapped Valerie so sharply on a nude buttock that she 
half-strangled on a choked sob. "Stop sniveling and kneel down and suck me!" 
he demanded. 

He slapped her again when she stared at him unbelievingly, and she yipped in 
pain. She dropped hurriedly to her knees and reached with her right hand for 
her husband's diminished penis as from the corner of her eye she could see 
her daughter's lips and mouth gently laving the upper third of her stepson's 
white cock. Neal's thighs were tensed and his eyes were half-closed as his 
hands rested lightly upon Penny's smooth bare shoulders. 

Valerie lipped at the thick-stemmed cock on her palm and swallowed it, 
tasting her daughter's sexual juice upon the greasy surface at the same 
instant she thought of Penny's tasting her own upon Neal's young prick. The 
thought excited her, and she sucked busily at the limp cock in her mouth 
which began at once to stir languidly. 

Penny moved her mouth experimentally over as much of Neal's long penis as 
she could get into her mouth, excited in turn by the soft yet rigid feeling 
of the youthful cock. The girl swirled her tongue around the cock, sensed 
Neal's quick reaction when she tongued the cord underneath, and paused while 
she did it again. The boy's thighs quivered, and Penny drew back on Neal's 
erection until she could lick the blunt, rubbery head. Then she took the 
prick into her warm mouth again and began to suck as she had seen her mother 
do. 

Valerie expertly tongued and sucked Mark's increasing erection, able despite 
her position with her face nearly enclosed by Mark's thighs to observe with 
one eye the slight wriggling movement of her daughter's round white buttocks 
as the girl busily tongued her stepbrother. The mingled effluvia of Mark's 
perspiration and his own and Penny's sexual excesses drifted upward to 
Valerie's nostrils, and she found it sensually enjoyable at the same time 
she was mentally repelled. 

Neal gave up the ghost on trying to contain himself and began to shoot into 
Penny's straining mouth. Valerie could tell from the girl's strangled gasps 
what was taking place. Sperm ran down from the corners of the girl's mouth, 
then dribbled onto her chin. Her eyes were closed as she swallowed 
convulsively, trying but failing to contain it all. 

A high-pitched cynical laugh froze all movement in the bedroom. 

Valerie and Penny, the latter greasy-faced, stared over their shoulders. 

Ethel, dressed for school, stood in the bedroom doorway taking in the entire 
scene, and her high-pitched laugh echoed through the room again. "Feeding 
time at the zoo!" Valerie's older daughter announced scornfully. 

Mark pulled his rampant erection out of Valerie's reach when she turned 
blindly away from the sight of her daughter's superior-looking scornful 
smile. Penny, as though in defiance of her sister's pronouncement, turned 
her face to Neal's subsiding cock again and licked delicately at the sticky 
beads adorning his prick-slit. 

Mark strode across the bedroom purposefully and gripped the older sister by 
an elbow. "You're just in time, Ethyl," he told the older girl grimly. "It 
happens you've got something I want right now." He reached for the zipper on 
her skirt and drew it downward. 

"You let me alone!" the surprised Ethel cried out as her skirt collapsed 
about her ankles. Mark swiftly disposed of her half-slip in the same manner, 
leaving Ethel's lower body clad in pale blue panties from which garter tapes 
extended at the lower edges, anchoring her dark stockings. 

"Shut up!" Mark said rudely, pulling down the blue panties in one extended 
yank. Valerie, Penny, and Neal had one quick glimpse of Ethel's thick, 
red-gold bush before the girl turned frantically, displaying her sleekly 
rounded, full-fleshed dazzingly milky hind cheeks. The panties, deposited at 
knee-level by Mark, slowly dribbled down Ethel's calves to join her 
half-slip and skirt. 

Mark re-gripped Ethel's elbow and towed her to the bed. "Don't you t-touch 
me!" Ethel yelled frenziedly as Mark plumped two pillows together and forced 
her over them on her stomach, expanding her buttock-exposure to the eyes in 
the bedroom. She squeezed her thighs together tightly. "You let me alone, 
d'you h-hear me?" 

"Shut up!" Mark repeated, and dealt the exposed backside a stinging spank. 
Ethel yelped as her soft flesh quivered and the imprint of Mark's palm 
appeared starkly on a round cheek, at first a pale impression which rapidly 
turned pink. 

Mark leaned forward and let a mouthful of saliva drip downward between 
Ethel's clenched hind cheeks. He took his hand at once, forced it between 
her buttocks, and began to- work the saliva into her anus with his 
fingertip. Ethel squirmed mightily at the painful indignity, her breath 
coming in quick gasps. 

Mark spat on his palm and rubbed the head and shaft of his enormous 
rigidity. He then looked at the staring Neal and Penny. "C'mere and give me 
a little spit, you two!" he ordered. He held the backs of Ethel's thighs 
immobile with his knees as Neal approached readily, Penny timidly. Mark 
leaned forward and widened Ethel's hind cheeks with his thumbs, exposing the 
pale aureole surrounding her dark-brown anus. "Spit me a gob in there," he 
directed his son. "And you-" He addressed Penny. "Slick up my prick." 

Son and stepdaughter combined to make slippery Ethel's tightly puckered rear 
entrance and Mark's stiff-standing, blunt-headed big prick. They both 
stepped aside finally, and Mark leaned down and applied the tip of his long 
cock to Ethel's shrinking buttock-flesh. Deliberately he dragged the rampant 
pole up and down her buttock crease before lodging the tip against her 
spit-slippery buttonhole. 

"Don't!" Ethel yelled as she felt the pressure. "You'll-split me! You'll 
kill meeeeee!" 

Still on her knees, Valerie watched in fascination. She still blamed Ethel 
for the unsavory situation into which they had all drifted, and although she 
found herself unable to wholly approve of the situation, she couldn't 
repress a faint glimmer of grim satisfaction at the distress of the daughter 
whose usually haughty, disdainful attitude she found so trying. 

"Aieeeeeeeeeee!" Ethel screamed as the head of Mark's prick disappeared 
inside her rectum with a sudden jolt. "Ooooooooh, no, please! Please!" She 
was crying openly, choked sobs that wrenched her whole body. "Ohhhhhhhh, it 
hurts! It hurrrrrrrrrts!" 

Mark gathered his forces after the strain of the initial insertion and began 
to batter his stepdaughter's buttock-crease with short, flurrying jabs of 
his love-muscle. Quarter-inch by quarter-inch he forced his way inside her, 
reveling in the warm, buttery feeling as more and more of his long cock 
disappeared from sight. His movements became slightly more free, and those 
in the room could see the inward and outward stretching of Ethel's distended 
anus as her pierced flesh clung to her stepfather's probing pole. 

A new note of excited uncertainty appeared in Ethel's voice. "It hurts!" she 
repeated, but no longer with the same positive conviction as before. Mark 
had settled down to a steady ass-fucking routine which plunged his cock 
partway in and out of the pliant asshole, leaving only his prick-head always 
inserted. "It-ohh!- ooooh!-I'm-ohhh!-" She swallowed a sob followed by a 
startled gasp. "What's-oooh!- happening to m-me!" 

Mark reached beneath the girl where her body was humped over the plumped-up 
pillows and touched her bronze-fleeced cunt. Ethel gave a convulsive little 
leap unassociated with the spearing of her rectum. Mark separated her moist 
cunt-lips and fingered the aroused button of her clitoris, and Ethel almost 
went into a spasm. "Ohh!" she squealed as Mark's hips continued to piledrive 
his prick into her rectum, which now had a loose-floating, rubbery-feeling 
area involved with the plunging cock-head. Ethel humped her round-cheeked 
ass independently of the momentum supplied by Mark, and her frenzied 
movements stirred him mightily. 

Deliberately he plucked each garter tape in turn from its snugly clinging 
contact with his stepdaughter's bare behind and snapped them on her flesh, 
but he doubted that she even felt it. He could feel her quick-shuddering 
orgasm as he manipulated her sensitive clit-bud, and he removed finger and 
hand from beneath her and seized her by the waist as he slammed harder and 
harder into her steaming depths. 

His own orgasm overtook him suddenly, and the muscles in his thighs stood 
out like ropes as he braced himself and shot a succession of jet-propelled 
sperm-loads inside his stepdaughter's rectum. The tip of his prick tickled 
mightily as it wallowed in her drenched interior. After a moment he withdrew 
slowly, and the blood-red head of his shrinking cock emerged with a loud 
popping sound. Ethel lay prostrate on the pillows, gasping, a slow stream of 
sperm emerging from her crimsoned anus and trickling down her bare thighs. 

Valerie, on her knees, stared with mingled emotions. 

Penny, greasy-faced, and with Neal's arm around her bare waist, stood with 
Neal's dwindled cock in her right hand as she watched her sister's painful 
efforts to roll off the pillows. 

Mark, briskly businesslike, pointed a finger at each in turn. 

"You," he addressed his son. "School. Right now." 

He aimed the finger at Penny. "Back into the shower, and then school. 
Scoot." 

The finger switched to Ethel who was delicately exploring her anus with a 
shrinking finger. "You. Shower and school, after Penny." 

The finger poised upon the kneeling Valerie. "You. Into our bedroom." 

Without waiting to hear a word in exchange, he strode from the bedroom. 

 Chapter Viii 

Mark had left for the office by the time Valerie could pull herself together 
sufficiently to attempt to face him. After leaving Neal's bedroom, she had 
gone to the spare bedroom and hid-almost literally hid, she had to admit to 
herself-until the children had left for school. She felt almost in a state 
of shock. In retrospect, the events of the morning seemed incredible. 

She avoided Ethel, Penny, and Neal upon their return from school in the 
afternoon. How could she face them? She had to talk to Mark first, to try to 
find out what had happened to them. She had been so supremely happy in her 
new marriage, so appreciative of all the wonderful sexual games she and Mark 
played together after she had been without them for so long. Her stomach 
felt cold at the forlorn prospect of giving up all that, but how could she 
possibly condone the type of license she had witnessed that morning? 

Not only witnessed, but participated in, a corner of her brain reminded her. 

She cringed at the thought. What must the girls think of her? What must Neal 
think of her? She could hardly conceive now her own abandoned role. How in 
God's name had it all come about? The whole situation was simply 
unbelievable. Utterly, totally unbelievable. 

She had to nerve herself to go downstairs and prepare dinner. Fortunately 
the children avoided the kitchen as she had avoided them previously. She 
knew she couldn't say a word to them, couldn't even look them in the eye. 
She clung to the thought of Mark's return from the office as her only 
salvation. Although what salvation could there be from this monstrous 
situation into which the family had somehow drifted? 

When she heard the sound of his car in the driveway, it felt as though the 
weight of the world dropped from her shoulders. Mark would make it all 
right, she thought desperately. Ever since her remarriage she had been 
depending upon Mark to make it all right, and he had never failed her. The 
past few months had been the happiest, the most exciting in her life. 

Mark walked into the kitchen breezily, rolled evening newspaper in his hand, 
smiling widely. Valerie had been so afraid of a continuation of his black 
mood of the morning that at sight of his smile an icy lump seemed to 
dissolve in her stomach and her legs started to tremble in relief. She ran 
into his arms almost blindly, flattening herself against his broad chest. 
"Oh, Mark!" she moaned piteously. "What are we going to do?" 

To her great relief he didn't pretend to misunderstand her. His expression 
turned momentarily grave. "I've been giving that a good deal of thought 
today," he said smoothly, "and I believe I've come up with the answer. I'll 
have a little announcement to make at the dinner table, and then we'll take 
it from there." 

"Oh, Mark, I knew I could d-depend on you!" Valerie sobbed. "This has been 
the longest day of my life, waiting for you to come home!" 

He reached around her and whacked her across the seat with his rolled 
newspaper, then placed a palm on her pliant buttock flesh through her 
housedress and slip and jiggled it lightly. "We'll work it out," he said in 
a positive tone. Valerie's low spirits lifted at the welcome attention to 
her body from this virile man with whom she was so deeply in love. "Get 
dinner on the table as soon as it's ready, Val, and we'll proceed to take 
care of things." 

He went upstairs to wash up, and Valerie hurried dinner along via every 
shortcut she could dredge up from her years in the family kitchen. When she 
went to the foot of the stairs and called "Dinner!" she felt almost normal 
again. 

The childrens' attitudes as they came to the table gave a quick reminder 
that the situation wasn't normal, though. No one looked directly at anyone 
else. Valerie was relieved to hear Mark speak up as soon as Neal had helped 
Ethel and Penny to be seated and Mark had done the same for her. "Does 
anyone have an engagement for this evening?" he asked pleasantly. 

There was no reply. Neal, Ethel, and Penny stared down at their plates. 
Valerie sat tensely. 

"Then there will be a family meeting in our bedroom at eight o'clock," Mark 
continued. "I'll expect everyone to be present. Nightwear will be the 
clothing order of the day. Any questions?" 

There were none. 

"Eight o'clock," Mark repeated, and helped himself to Valerie's porkchop 
casserole. 

The atmosphere relaxed slightly, but there still wasn't much conversation. 
Penny and Neal exchanged a few asides, and once Valerie caught Ethel smiling 
at Mark, but for the most part the family concentrated on food. Mark sat in 
the living room afterward with brandy and a cigar while Valerie made a 
pretense of scanning the paper. Neal had disappeared upstairs, and the girls 
were doing up the dishes. 

At fifteen minutes before eight Mark drained off the last of his brandy, 
looked at Valerie, and rose to his feet. Valerie followed suit and trailed 
him up the stairs. "What's going to happen?" Valerie asked, unable to 
restrain her curiosity any longer. "What are you going to do?" 

Mark shrugged as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

"I'm just going to play it by ear, Val, and hope we're enough of a family to 
withstand the strains occasioned by this morning's activities." He removed 
his shirt. "And some of the events leading up to this morning," he added. 

Valerie didn't consider it a very helpful answer, but she began to undress 
in a corner of the bedroom. Mark was in the bathroom when Valerie was able 
to consider her free-flowing curves in the boudoir mirror before she swirled 
her nightgown over her head and enveloped their luscious amplitudes. She 
slipped into a robe and sat down nervously on the bed. 

Mark came out in pajamas and robe and joined her, and they waited. Penny was 
the first to arrive, looking subdued. Neal followed shortly, and Ethel was 
right behind him. Penny seated herself beside Valerie while Neal and Ethel 
found chairs. Mark wasted no time in speaking up. 

"I'm assuming that this is a close-knit family group to whom I can speak 
freely," he began. No one said anything. "A family group which keeps family 
matters within the family. In other words, no loose talk outside the house." 

He looked from individual to individual in the group. "This morning there 
were events, happenings if you will, outside the tenets of usual household 
regimens, yet-" He paused for effect. "No one was hurt. Despite various 
misunderstandings which led to unusual situations, a certain amount of 
pleasure was given and taken." He paused again. "Within the family. The more 
I thought about it today at the office, the more I felt this might be the 
redeeming feature, this family togetherness." 

Valerie was listening closely, trying to divine Mark's purpose. She couldn't 
seem to fathom what he was driving at. 

"So I propose an experiment," Mark resumed. "To take place here tonight in 
this room, and depending upon its success or failure, perhaps never to take 
place again. An experience in communal living, for one night, let's say. And 
we must all agree in advance to abide by group decisions, or leave the 
group." 

Penny looked puzzled, Ethel interested. Neal stared down at his hands in his 
lap. Valerie tried to read Mark's suave good looks. 

"Speaking frankly," Mark went on, "I found the morning's activities 
stimulating." He smiled. "I'm aware there is a moralistic element in the 
community and the world which would condemn them. But in retrospect, where 
was the harm? But you undoubtedly have your own reactions to that question, 
and depending upon them, you will respond in your own way to my proposal, 
which is as follows." 

Neal looked up from his hand-staring. Ethel was smiling as though at a 
surmise confirmed, Penny still looked puzzled, and Valerie felt an 
apprehension she couldn't quite understand. 

"I propose we extend the license of this morning to this evening," Mark 
said. His tone was casual. "To determine if we are truly a close-knit, 
loving family group. Therefore I recommend that each of us in turn, perhaps 
in age order, ask to see something or do something in accordance with his or 
her own desires. Anyone desiring to refrain, of course, is free to leave the 
group right now." 

Valerie swallowed hard. Penny, Ethel, and Neal sat motionless. Valerie tried 
to tell herself that she should get up and leave immediately. How could she 
condone this brazen proposal? But how could she walk out of her own bedroom 
and leave the rest-who obviously had no intention of leaving-to who knew 
what activity, encouraged by a husband she could no longer understand? 

"Since we're in agreement, then," Mark said easily, "let's begin. Penny, as 
the youngest, what would you like to see or do?" 

Penny didn't hesitate. "I'd like to see Ethel's bottomhole to find out if it 
looks any different after having your big thing in it this morning," she 
said promptly. 

"Ethel?" Mark said on a note of inquiry. 

Ethel rose from her chair. She nudged a hassock nearer the center of the 
room, then knelt down in front of it. She pulled her bathrobe up over her 
shoulders, lowered her pajama trousers, and crouched over the hassock with 
her sleek-looking bare behind pointed at the group. "I can't see, Ethel," 
Penny said at once. "Spread your cheeks." 

Ethel reached behind herself and parted her soft, plump globes with a hand 
on each. Her deep crevice flared into view, the white flesh darkened 
slightly by a thin tracing of red-gold hair in the cleft. The girl's anus 
appeared centered in her nubile flesh, brownish-pink and puckered-looking. 

"Well, Penny?" Mark said. 

"It looks the same," Penny said doubtfully. "Although I don't see how it 
could be, really, after-" She didn't finish. "Is it sore, Ethel?" she asked 
her sister. 

"Tender," Ethel replied in a muffled voice. "That's all." 

"Like our bottoms after a spanking?" Penny persisted. 

"Very much the same," Ethel agreed. 

"Thank you, Ethel," Mark said smoothly. "Now it's your turn, Neal. What 
would you like to see or do?" 

Neal hesitated, glanced quickly at Valerie, and then away. It was plain he 
was trying to make his voice sound determined when he spoke. "I want Penny 
to take down her pajama bottoms and then get down and suck Ethel's pussy," 
he said. 

Ethel paused in the act of pulling up her pajama bottoms. She let them fall 
to her ankles while a slow tide of color invaded Penny's young face. The 
younger sister rose to her feet, however, and disposed of her own pajama 
trousers, leaving herself nude from the waist down, her wide-flaring bare 
seat with its vestigial traces of puppy-fat looking almost polished in the 
light. 

"Get on the bed, Ethel," Mark said briskly, making room. 

Ethel climbed on the bed, rolled onto her back, and parted her legs. Valerie 
shivered as the girl's red-bronze pubic hair and salmon-pink sex-incision 
appeared. This was-why, this was an unblushing debauchment of innocence 
almost impossible to comprehend! Yet what could she say without totally 
alienating the others, whose eagerness was now starkly apparent? 

Penny moved onto the bed with her sister, and at once crouched down over 
her, then prostrated herself on her stomach in front of Ethel, who raised 
her legs, elevating her fragile-looking cunt and placing it within reach of 
Penny's mouth. Penny darted a tongue at the target, and Ethel's legs 
quivered. Penny gave the pouting-lipped porch a half dozen licks, then 
inched forward and boldly plunged her mouth down upon Ethel's sex. 

Neal's, Mark's, and Valerie's eyes were focused upon Penny's soft 
buttock-flesh trembling slightly from her exertions as she took her sister's 
whole sexual orifice in her mouth and worried it. Ethel's face slowly turned 
crimson as she stared up at the ceiling and her sister's soft mouth nibbled 
at Ethel's moist pussy-lips. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Ethel sighed deeply. 

"Don't forget her clit, Penny," Mark advised. 

Penny immediately worked her way up her sister's sex-groove, forcing the 
lips apart with her tongue, until she could attack the little pink bud. 
"Ooooooh!" Ethel exclaimed at once as her legs jerked involuntarily, almost 
dislodging Penny from her face-down position. The younger girl pressed her 
face more tightly to her sister's crotch and tongued the target fiercely. 

Ethel sighed and moaned and wriggled as her clitoris was stimulated by 
Penny's hot young mouth. When Mark saw that the younger sister wasn't expert 
enough to bring Ethel to an orgasm, he reached over and slightly slapped a 
sleekly upraised globe of Penny's. "That's enough for now," Mark decreed. 

The sisters separated, Ethel with a highly stimulated glow upon her 
features, and Mark waited for her to recover some semblance of composure 
before addressing her. "Ethel? What do you want to see or do?" 

The older sister spoke so quickly it was obvious she had been thinking about 
it. "I want to see Neal fuck mother with mother on top," she answered, and 
smiled maliciously at her mother. 

Valerie turned scarlet. Neal was looking at her with an eagerness that in 
any other circumstances she would have found heartwarming. "Val?" Mark 
prompted her. His expression was bland, as though the request was the most 
natural thing in the world. 

For a count of ten Valerie sat motionless. A thousand thoughts flashed 
through her mind, but one predominated. Her sexual happiness with Mark-could 
she jeopardize it by refusing to participate? She knew it was a selfish 
point of view, but after her years of deprivation it was so terribly 
important to her. 

She was never aware of making a conscious decision. She found herself on her 
feet removing her robe, and her nightgown quickly followed it. She went to 
Neal and took him by the hand, and the boy's eyes glistened with excitement 
as he rose to his feet and shed robe and pajamas. He took Valerie by the arm 
and led her to the bed. 

"Tickle her up a bit to get her wet, Neal," Mark instructed his son. 

Neal had already been stroking his stepmother's soft amplitudes; he dipped a 
hand between her thighs and began fingering her tumid, swollen sex. 
Valerie's large but shapely thighs parted to admit the hand, and Neal 
reveled in stroking and fingering her well-seated cunt. The boy was half out 
of his mind with pleasurable sensation. 

Valerie could feel herself getting moist, and Neal could feel it, too. He 
slid onto the bed on his back with his hard young prick stiffly erect and 
beckoned to Valerie. Again she allowed herself no time to think. She 
straddled the lean young body and lowered herself carefully upon the 
stiff-standing white cock. It bumped her buttocks and then her legs before 
she reached under herself to grasp and steer it. 

Neal gasped as she deftly aimed his ruby-red prickhead up into her slot and 
eased herself down upon it. She joggled her hips to settle herself firmly, 
and when she felt her pubic hairs entwining with her stepson's, she leaned 
forward gradually along the length of his young belly and began to glide up 
and down slowly on his rigid pole. 

Neal wrapped his arms tightly around Valerie's smooth back and buried his 
face in the arm juncture between her neck and shoulder. Occasionally one 
hand would creep downward and play with a handsome bare buttock as Valerie's 
large bottom agitated itself in a delicious slow-fucking mazurka as Neal's 
cock filled and refilled her sex-bower. 

The boy's excitement gradually inflamed Valerie. Ethel, Penny, and Mark 
watched with varying degrees of excitement of their own as Neal's sturdy 
penis appeared and disappeared as Valerie raised herself high enough to lose 
all but the head and then plunged downward to engulf its entirety in her 
moist-walled sanctuary. She was almost lost to everything except a haze of 
sexual pleasure from the young prick piercing the depths of her cloister. 

"I don't need to wait for this to finish to know what I want to see or do," 
Mark said to the girls. "I can do it right now, and I will." 

He went to Valerie's boudoir and picked up a jar of cold cream. He unscrewed 
the top and set it aside before returning to the bed where he took a gob on 
his fingers and applied it liberally between Valerie's nude hind cheeks 
which were still rising and falling in carnal gratification. Valerie 
flinched at the cold impact upon her bare flesh, but refused to allow 
herself to be distracted from her enormous enjoyment. 

Mark worked the cold cream into his wife's buttock-crevice and especially 
into her anus. Valerie writhed languidly at the additional stimulation 
provided by the husbandly finger inserted insider her bottomhole to 
complement the hard rod probing its neighboring entrance. She was close to 
an orgasm and trying to fight it off in order to prolong the deliriously 
cosy luxurious contentment in which she was wallowing. 

Mark winked at the staring Penny and Ethel. "All aboard what's goin' 
aboard," he said lightly, and knelt on the bed beside Neal and Valerie. He 
paused to cold cream the length of his own massive erection, then glanced at 
his son and his wife. "Hold her, Neal," he said, and moved in behind 
Valerie's distended, plumped-out bottom-cheeks. 

Valerie raised her head as Mark's cold-creamed big prick probed between her 
roomy, wide-spanned ivory globes. Her eyes which had been half-closed in 
blissfully lovely self-indulgence flew wide open as her husband's prick-head 
jabbed at her tight-puckered anus. "Mark?" she said questioningly. "What are 
you-ohhhh!" 

Mark had seized her by the hips and applied the tip of his cock squarely to 
his wife's rectum-entrance, then pushed. "Mark!" Valerie wailed as she felt 
herself painfully impaled, but her husband shoved harder. 

Valerie struggled desperately to remove her helpless asshole from its 
tormenting penetrator, but Neal's cock in her cunt and arms around her 
shoulders prevented meaningful movement. "Owwwww!" Valerie cried out as 
Mark's purplish-red blunt head disappeared within her buttocks, pulled apart 
by Mark's hard hands. Fiery pain lanced her anus-aperture as Mark forced 
more and more of his long cock inside. Tears stung Valerie's eyelids and 
rolled down her pale cheeks. "No, Mark, p-please!" she begged hoarsely. 
"Ohh, God, you're s-splitting meee! Mark! Owwww! Ooooooh! Mark! Ohhhhh-h-h!" 

Her palms flailed the bed frantically on either side of Neal's head as she 
felt her rectum agonizingly violated by the hot poker inserted into it. Her 
ragged breathing rasped in her throat and she gasped with relief when Mark 
stopped grinding his prick inside her tiny buttonhole and rested on her 
back. 

Dimly she heard Mark's voice. "How's that for a fore-and-aft job?" he was 
saying to the girls. "Quite a sandwich, hmm?" 

Neal stirred beneath Valerie, and she felt a quickened renewal of sensation 
in her prick-filled cunt. The sharp pain in her rear subsided to a hot glow, 
and tingling, titillating ripples of sensation fanned outward from her 
doubly pierced orifices. Neal jogged his gristle upward into Valerie's 
slippery sheath, and her breath whistled sharply. 

She tensed when Mark began to move on her again, but she found at once it 
didn't hurt as it had before. It took her a second to realize that Mark was 
fucking her asshole in time to Neal's fucking of her pussy from beneath her. 
The double sensation, the one wholly pleasurable and the other half-painful, 
spread and permeated every ounce of flesh in her lissome body. 

"Ohhhhh!" Valerie murmured as the double-fucking continued. She could feel 
the two pricks almost rubbing together inside her, separated by but a thin 
strip of her own flesh. Her voice rose. "Ohhh, Mark! Neal! Ohhhh, 
it's-oooooh, it's lovely! It's-lovely!" Her own movements became uninhibited 
as the previous pain disappeared in a wave of prolonged delightfully sweet 
easement. A prick was shooting hot sperm into her, and she couldn't even 
tell which one. Her own climax was building apace. "I feel-like I 
was-standing tiptoe-on the head-of a pin!" she got out breathlessly. 
"Oooooooh, there-it is! I'm-" Her breath husked in her throat, 
"commmmmming!" 

Belly, buttock, and cunt muscles expanded and contracted rapidly in a 
fluttering symphony, and Valerie sprawled limply between the two male 
bodies, drained of all emotion except a restful well-being. She was hardly 
aware that Mark was pulling his prick out of her until she heard the loud 
popping noise as her rear entrance snapped to behind the departed prick. She 
felt a renewed glow in her asshole at the abrupt dislocation, but not nearly 
enough to disturb her grateful happiness. 

Mark's cock trickled driblets of jism over Valerie's bare behind, and she 
became aware that Neal's youthful penis still reposed, rampant as ever, in 
her pussy. She raised herself on her elbows and placed both palms on either 
side of the boy's face. "Would you like me to turn over so you can finish 
off?" she whispered. 

He nodded eagerly, and Valerie raised herself gingerly from the stiff young 
prick, stretched muscles in her rear pulling at her. She rolled onto her 
back, wincing at the body-weight placed on her tender anus, but immediately 
raising her legs to furnish a solid platform for young Neal as the boy 
shuffled forward on his knees and applied his oily-looking reddened blunt 
rubbery head to Valerie's swimming cunt-hole. 

Valerie relaxed in refreshed felicitous ease with her hands patting Neal's 
hard shoulders as the boy's hips pistoned her channel furiously. Neal 
plainly was half-delirious with delight as he fucked the big, womanly body 
which accommodated him so affectionately. Valerie stroked his back gently as 
the boy worked himself up to a pitch and fired load after load of jetting 
spend into her already juicy crypt. 

"That was beautiful, Neal," Valerie heard herself saying without having any 
intention of saying it as the boy rolled away from her with a depleted but 
satisfied sigh. Valerie lowered her legs and half sat up, wincing against as 
her shifting body-weight again reminded her of her newly pierced rectal 
orifice. 

Ethel was on her knees between Mark's parted legs as he sat on the edge of 
the bed, busily tonguing and sucking his drooping, reddened cock back to 
life. Not to be outdone, Penny approached Neal and tugged his legs over the 
side of the bed, then knelt in front of him and took into her mouth the limp 
prick so recently immersed in her mother's curly blond-tufted lair. There 
was silence in the bedroom for a moment except for the soft slurping sounds 
furnished by the girls' hardworking mouths. 

Ethel leaned back from Mark's half-restored erection and looked up at him. 
"It tastes different this time," she told him. 

"It should," he grinned at her. "That's your mother's shit you're getting." 
Ethel started to back away, but Mark gripped her head and pulled her back 
onto his prick. "Go on, get with it. It's good fertilizer. It'll make you 
grow." Ethel's tongue reluctantly resumed its cleansing of the big cock. 

Penny's eyes were half-closed in sumptuous satisfaction as she zestfully 
sucked her stepbrother's greasy penis, which under her devoted ministrations 
was rapidly nearing refulfillment as it crowded her mouth. The girl's 
sweetly chubby nude hind cheeks swayed gracefully beneath the slender stalk 
of her waist as she labored. 

"We've forgotten our manners," Mark said suddenly. 

Penny and Ethel stopped cocksucking to look at him inquiringly as Neal did 
likewise. 

"We didn't ask Valerie what she wanted to see or do," Mark continued. 

All eyes turned to Valerie on the bed. Penny glanced at the others to be 
sure they weren't paying attention to her, then looked at her mother and 
first tapped herself on the chest, then pointed to Neal.-The girl's 
expression was illuminated by a smile that was so mischievous-looking that 
in younger days Valerie had always referred to it as Penny's 
I'11-take-a-chance-on-a-spanking smile. 

Valerie hesitated under the combined gaze of the others. She sensed that 
everything else had been prelude, that if she spoke now in the same vein as 
the previous activities indicated, she was past the point of no return and 
irrevocably committed to a course of permissiveness that still seemed 
incredible to her. 

Penny impatiently tapped herself on the chest again with a pleading look on 
her eager young face. Valerie took a deep breath and turned her back on 
years of instilled rigid morality. "I want to see Neal fuck Penny," she said 
steadily. 

Penny squealed with delight, bounced up from her knees in front of Neal, and 
plunged at the bed, rolling over on her back in complete puppylike abandon. 
"Give me a good one, Neal," she admonished him seriously. 

Neal joined her at once, nothing loath, as Penny made room for him between 
her chubby thighs, widened to disclose her pink young cunt in its 
silky-mossed nest of black hair. The young bodies blended together as Neal's 
long tool slipped between Penny's pussy-lips and moved slowly upward into 
her sex-aerie. Penny sighed luxuriantly as she felt the penetration. "Mmmm, 
that's good!" she murmured as her small hand reached out and sought her 
mother's, on the bed nearby. 

"You do me now," Ethel said imperiously to Mark. 

"I'll get around to you later, puss," Mark told her. 

He swiveled himself back into the center of the bed and knelt beside 
Valerie. "How about a fuck, old lady?" he said to her with that mixture of 
bravura and virility which always turned Valerie's bones to water. 

"I don't mind if I do," Valerie answered with attempted lightness, but she 
reached for Mark's hand with her free one-the other was still tightly 
gripped by Penny-and squeezed it fiercely. This is what it's all about, she 
told herself quietly. Mark and me, together; in bed, if possible, but 
together. 

He put her on her back as gently as if she were something truly fragile, as 
though he wasn't the same man who had brutally ravaged her asshole. That was 
the wonder of the man, Valerie marveled; his mercurial temperament made him 
a hundred men in one, and all-well, almost all-her particular delight. 

Mark moved the hard-fucking Neal and the hard-sighing Penny slightly to one 
side to make room for Valerie and himself on the bed. Neither of the 
youngsters noticed the dislocation. Then Mark introduced the head of his big 
prick to Valerie's fully displayed cunt-hole as she awaited the familiarly 
passionate provocative distention. "You've got a wet deck tonight, old 
lady," he said jocularly just before he leaned down into her. 

Mark fell silent then. Valerie dreamily twined her fingers in his hair as 
the wide-stemmed long cock pressured her inner flesh into parting 
acceptance. He began to ride her slowly, power-diving into her depths which 
seemed nigh to overflowing with lovely cock, and Valerie's breathing 
quickened. 

Beside them on the bed there was a quick flurry as Neal's hip-plunging 
orgasm triggered Penny's risibility and the girl's legs climbed as her 
contracting cunt-sheath bedewed liberally Neal's shaft. Boy and girl lay in 
each other's arms, panting, reveling in the feel of each other's flesh. 

Mark never even turned his head. He savored mightily the glove-tight feeling 
of his wife's clasping cunt around his prick, and he deliberately held 
himself down to a moderate pace as he stuffed and re-stuffed every nook and 
cranny of her prick-hermitage with his fully aroused instrument. 

Valerie basked in the deliciously sensual hedonistic abandon with which she 
accepted the fucking. Nothing else in the world mattered except the 
wonderfully agreeable, snugly luxurious sensation of Mark's hefty penis in 
her squirming, palpitating vault. Her besieged flesh felt ablaze from 
rapturous vibration. 

From a corner of her eye she saw Neal and Penny separate, the girl with a 
pleasantly bemused expression on her face. Ethel at once moved in 
officiously beside Neal in her usual take-charge manner. She leaned down 
from a kneeling position to lick at his dwindled penis, and Neal reached up 
between her thrust-back hind cheeks to insert a finger between them and play 
with the girl's pussy. 

Ethel looked back in surprise at the unexpected fingering, but quickly took 
advantage of it. She lifted one leg across Neal's body and backed up until 
her bronze-haired, pink-lipped twat was just above the boy's face. Ethel 
then simultaneously lowered her cunt upon Neal's mouth and her own lips upon 
his softened cock, and both began to employ their tongues in vigorous 
harmony. 

Mark fucked his wife with slow, sure strokes that seemed to the panting 
Valerie to penetrate her more deeply than ever before. At each descent of 
the pouncing big prick into her sanctum santorum, Valerie thrust upward with 
all her strength until the velvety surfaces of her rotund naked buttocks 
swung clear of the bed momentarily before being forced down again in the 
most delightful manner by the fleshy linchpin connecting husband and wife. 

A tremor rippled Valerie's nude body, and was immediately followed by 
another. "Oh, Mark!" she gasped, squeezing his lean middle between her 
thighs. "Mark! Oooooh, I'm boiling-over! Ohhhh-h, what f-feeling!" She was 
silent momentarily as she tried desperately to position herself in a way 
that would permit her to take into her feverishly throbbing cunt even more 
of the wonderful monster dilating her inflamed sex-fissure. "Oooooooooh!" 
she moaned in sensuous delight, all demurely ladylike coyness and docile 
self-controlled femininity vanished in the depths of her passion. "Fuck me, 
Mark! F-fuck me! Ohhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!" Her hips flurried madly as 
her orgasm overtook her, and she sank backward, nearly undone from the 
excess of her emotion, her arms still clasping Mark tightly as he continued 
to plow her garden relentlessly. 

Beside them Ethel and Neal had swapped positions. Ethel was underneath and 
Neal on top with his Ethel-aroused penis buried in the girl's sex-trench 
which quiveringly received each ardent submersion of the boy's fleshy pole. 
Ethel's long legs were locked over Neal's back as she murmured 
faint-sounding, almost inaudible endearments to the prick provoking her 
extremely pyrotechnic pleasure. 

Mark's leisurely pace in fucking Valerie accelerated suddenly. She 
recognized the signs, and wasn't surprised at all to feel his big hands 
slipping beneath her springy bare behind to grip each cheek tightly as he 
drew her closer to him while the jackhammer pounding her willing cunt went 
out of control. "Aaagggrrrhhhhh!" Mark bellowed in her ear as he deluged her 
interior with his thick cream. Valerie lay back contentedly as the final 
prick-throbs died out in her overflowing cunt. 

A rasping sound from Neal's straining throat signaled his climax as Ethel's 
straining slender legs climbed ceilingward. The boy's shuddering-ly expelled 
quick bursts of sperm mingled in the girl's molten quiff with her 
downpouring of love-juice triggered by her fleshy visitor. 

Ethel's legs lowered and splayed widely as Mark raised himself from 
Valerie's plump, perspiration-filmed, smooth belly. There was silence in the 
bedroom as Mark swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Neal 
rose from Ethel, and he and Mark looked at the flushed, rosy-lipped, 
slack-looking cunts of mother and daughter. 

Penny was standing beside the bed, also watching. Still wearing only her 
pajama top, she went to Mark and bent down and kissed his cheek. "What are 
we going to do next?" she asked so wistfully that Mark laughed. 

He turned the girl around, picked her up by the waist and lifted her so that 
her chubby bare seat was at eye level, then leaned forward to kiss each 
silky bell-shaped hind cheek lingeringly. "I don't know what we're going to 
do, kitten, but we'll think of something," he assured her, slapping her 
bottom as he released her. "Now give your mother a kiss." 

Valerie opened her arms as her younger daughter flung herself upon the bed 
and pressed warm kisses upon her lips, the soft young body blending with 
Valerie's. 

She, too, didn't know what was coming next, but she was prepared now to 
block out thoughts of the future in favor of sensations of the present. 

NINETY DAYS LATER 

Valerie Walker bid four hearts and listened for her partner's response after 
the intervening pass. She was at her regular mid-week afternoon ladies' 
bridge session, and at the four tables around hers the quietly spoken bids 
or the quick slap of cards on the tabletop blended into the overall 
background sounds to which she had one ear attuned. She had hired a maid to 
come in and serve dessert and coffee, since it was her turn to entertain the 
group, and from the kitchen noises everything was on schedule. 

Valerie played the hand at four hearts, found she had misjudged the 
placement of a king, but finessed her way to the contract. She was accepting 
her partner's congratulations and picking up her next hand when she felt a 
touch upon her shoulder. She turned to see Grace Bixby's smiling face. Grace 
was one of Valerie's oldest friends, but had been away on a three-week trip 
with her husband recently. "You look wonderful dear," Grace murmured in 
Valerie's ear as she sorted her cards. "Married life must really be agreeing 
with you." 

Valerie flashed her a quick smile but said nothing. 

Grace remained in her half-crouching position with her lips against 
Valerie's ear. "Do you see the brunette at table four? Facing us, with the 
long earrings? She's substituting, but she's been asking about you. Do you 
know her?" 

Valerie looked at the smartly dressed woman whose features were strikingly 
handsome, then shook her head. "Should I?" she asked. 

Grace shrugged as she straightened up. "Not as far as I know," she said, and 
returned to her table. 

Two hands later Valerie found herself playing dummy, and left her table to 
check on things in the kitchen. Returning, she stopped and drew herself a 
half cup of coffee from the tall silver urn set up in the corner of the 
large room. She was joined almost at once by the striking-looking brunette 
from table four. "You don't know me, Mrs. Walker," the latter began, "but I 
couldn't refrain from having a word with you." 

"Yes?" Valerie said cautiously. 

"When I was asked to substitute today, I was about to refuse until I learned 
the address. Then my curiosity wouldn't permit me to stay away." Valerie 
remained silent, and the brunette glanced around the attractive room. "The 
house is still lovely." 

"Still?" Valerie said before she thought. 

The brunette smiled. "It probably wasn't protocol for me to come here today, 
Mrs. Walker, but I've already mentioned feminine curiosity. You see, I was 
your predecessor here. I was Mrs. Mark Walker, also. The second Mrs. Mark 
Walker, I might add." 

Valerie felt a sense of shock. She tried to match herself to the calm of 
this woman who seemed very much in control of herself and the situation. 

"How is Mark?" the brunette asked directly. They were standing far enough 
away from the bridge tables that their conversation could go unheard. 

"Fine," Valerie said. "He's-fine." 

The brunette shook her head. "A remarkable man. Remarkable." She smiled 
briefly with a flash of white teeth. "And the best I ever had in bed. But 
perhaps you've discovered that?" Valerie nodded numbly, then was furious at 
herself. Why should she respond at all to this probing? 

The brunette was regarding her curiously. "Possibly you've found a way to 
hold him in check? You don't look the type for his usual accommodations. But 
then who should know better than I how clever he is at getting his own way?" 
She sighed and nodded at the chaise longue in front of the fireplace. "Would 
you believe that six months after I married Mark I held my younger sister 
down on that chaise while Mark raped her?" 

A chill enveloped Valerie. Her throat felt dry, and she had difficulty in 
swallowing. Her companion seemed to expect no reply, however. 

"It was when he began bringing girls in from the street that I walked out," 
the brunette continued. "After I could no longer supply him with 
accommodating girl friends any more. But if I know Mark, none of this is a 
surprise to you." She waited, but Valerie remained silent. The brunette gave 
a little laugh. "I'm a bitch, I know. Well, if it's any satisfaction to 
you-or to Mark either, for that matter-if I had it do over again I wouldn't 
walk out. I've missed too many good bedtimes in consequence. Good luck, Mrs. 
Walker." 

The brunette returned to table number four, and Valerie walked to her own 
table. The import of what she had heard kept drumming at her consciousness. 
Nothing had changed; nothing would change. Except the natural events changed 
by time. 

Valerie picked up her new hand and sorted cards blindly. She had already sat 
in her boudoir actually counting the days on her calendar until Neal and 
Ethel would be going away to college. They would be removed from Mark's 
influence, but Penny would still remain at home. And with the loss of 
stimulation caused by Neal's and Ethel's absence, would Mark become 
restless? Begin to look outside his home for stimulation? Valerie tried to 
hold down a rising tide of panic. Ethel and Neal would be home often on 
vacations, she consoled herself. 

"Your bid, Val," her partner said impatiently. 

"Uh-two diamonds," she responded. 

She was forced to watch her partner play the hand at five clubs and go down 
three as a consequence of Valerie's unmotivated opening bid. The partner 
regarded her sourly. 

But the hiatus gave Valerie time to think. 

She looked across the room speculatively to Grace Bixby's table. Grace was 
blind as a bat without her glasses, and her nose was a bit too prominent, 
but she had a bright smile, a tall, full-bodied figure featuring a truly 
spectacular bosom, and good legs. 

And she was Valerie's best friend. 

Valerie glanced at the chaise longue in front of the fireplace. Could she, 
Valerie Walker, hold her best friend Grace Bixby's shoulders down on the 
chaise while Mark fucked her? 

Of course it would never come to that. 

So it couldn't hurt to invite Grace over some evening, without her husband 
Ed, when the children were out of the house and there would just be Grace, 
Mark, and Valerie. 

Valerie had learned that Mark tended to become especially active in bed with 
her when his imagination had something to feed upon. 

And she knew what she had with Mark Walker, she appreciated it, and she 
wasn't about to lose it. 

That was really the only thing that mattered. 


End
