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Daughter's Hot Mouth Book IV
by Sherry Murkin


INTRODUCTION

Most of the literature of a scientific nature that deals with incest has sought to portray the practice as one that is psychologically debilitating to the youngster involved. It is only within the past few years that this view of family-fucking has been challenged.

However, incest is like other social problems that have become legal problems because of the nature of the grounding of our societies legal codes. Just as we are constantly bombarded with accounts of how much damage drug-abuse or addiction cause, without being told about the countless number of people who go through life blissed out on pills of one sort or another without having their dependency interfere with their ability to lead productive, useful lives, so we are mainly exposed to cases of incest where the practice was associated with some sort of problem.

O n the other hand, readers of national magazines such as Penthouse, Variations, Velvet Touch and others of the same ilk know, there are many, many instances where couples indulged in incestuous behavior and didn't become psychotic, sex-ridden individuals.

In her ongoing saga of the lives and loves, to say nothing of the lusts, of some of the citizens of McGovern's Corner, Sherry Murkin continues to deal with characters whose lives are not messed-up because of their incestuous behavior. Indeed, as readers of the previous volumes in this series will remember, most of the girls encountered actually benefited from screwing their fathers. Certainly no one would say that having a father who appreciated her and accepted her as a full-person, with sexual needs that she was entitled to fulfill, rather than ignoring her, could be bad for any girl. And yet, what might have happened between Karen and Jack Hall had they not become lovers as well as father and daughter.

In this book, Ms. Murkin introduces a character who, in the eyes of many, might qualify as a disturbed individual. Still, a question must be asked about Robyn Norris: Considering that her father was a hard-drinking, he-man type with no regard for intellect or the social graces and that her mother walked around all day in a tranquilizer-induced fog, might Robyn not have grown-up warped, even if she hadn't indulged in incestuous sex? And, if her father hadn't had her exhibit herself to strangers, then actually solicit sex with them, might not her weirdness been less pronounced?

Furthermore, aren't there girls who follow the same sort of carnal patterns as Robyn who haven't indulged in incestuous sex? Anyone who says there aren't is, it must be claimed, living in a dream world.

In this fourth volume of the DAUGHTER'S HOT MOUTH series, Ms. Murkin raises a new question about incest: What, exactly, constitutes such an act? Floyd Riley is no kin to Joanne Dawson; still, he is the only father she has ever known, since he has been part of her life for as long as she can remember. If he had adopted her as an infant, when he married her mother, she might have gone through life thinking that he was her sire, as well as the man who helped raise her. Could not their affair, when it is consummated, be considered as psychic incest? And, if she were to meet her biological father and have sex with him, which of the two men she screwed would be more apt to cause Joanne to experience guilt feelings, assuming that either of them did?

The original members of the Papa Swappers Club, as the girls in the books refer to themselves, are all of an age where marriage is on their minds. With this volume, Ms. Murkin has reintroduced a girl just past puberty; a second-generation of females, as it were.

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CHAPTER ONE

When Robyn Norris sauntered into the drugstore that he owned in McGovern's Corner, Ben Lewis looked up and smiled at her. The tall, slightly built girl returned the smile almost automatically as she crossed to the counter and seated herself in a way that caused the hem of her white uniform to ride up her legs to a point halfway to the top of her thighs. If she was aware how much leg she was displaying, Robyn gave no sign of it. Nor did she make any move to tug the bottom of the uniform down to its proper place.

As he counted out pills to fill the prescription he'd just been handed, Ben let his eyes roam over the long length of leg the girl was displaying. However, after a few seconds, he let his eyes wander higher, until they were roving over the pert tits that thrust so brazenly against the nylon of the girl's dress.

Because she was slightly built, Robyn's tits weren't very big. Still, they were attractive, at least when they were covered. Somehow, Ben thought they'd be even more attractive if they were bare.

And he intended finding out whether his suspicion was correct.

He finished filling the vial, stuffed cotton in it and put a lid on, then slipped the small bottle into a bag. The customer was examining one of the new, simplified automatic cameras and Ben walked over to hand the bag to Karen Hall, his assistant and mistress. The young woman smiled at him and gave him a wink as she turned her back to the woman who was weighing the camera as its heaviness was an important factor.

Without returning Karen's wink, Ben moved across the floor and went behind the counter. "What'll you have, Robyn?" he asked.

"Strawberry milkshake," the sullen-looking girl replied. As he fixed the drink for her, Ben reflected that, if it wasn't for her perpetually scowling expression, Robyn would be an attractive young woman, even though her body was undeveloped. Indeed, with the right look on her face, her very slimness would have been an asset, for she would have looked like a budding teenager instead of a girl that had just graduated from high school.

After serving her the milkshake, Ben drew himself a cup of coffee and moved around to seat himself next to Robyn, his eyes dropping to her display of leg again. He heard, rather than saw, the customer leave and knew Karen would be busy on the far side of the store, finishing the restocking of the camera section.

"Tell me something, Robyn," he asked conversationally. "Did you get the crabs from your father or did you give them to him?"

When he asked that question, Ben had wondered what sort of reaction he was going to get. But he certainly hadn't considered that Robyn would do what she did.

She toppled to the floor in a dead faint!

Hurriedly he dropped to his knees beside her, ignoring the fact that her hem had ridden higher on her legs, until her panties were visible. Swiftly he examined her and felt relief that she hadn't injured herself as she'd fallen limply to the floor.

"What happened?" Karen asked breathlessly as she reached his side.

"She fainted," Ben replied, slipping his arms under the thin body. "I'll take her in the back and let her recover there. You call if you need me, okay?" Without waiting for an answer he rose and walked off, bearing the sparse weight of the unconscious girl with ease.

In the rearmost room of the building, he stretched Robyn out on a daybed and left her there for a moment, entering the pharmacy section to grab an ampoule of ammonia. Returning to Robyn's side, he broke the cloth-covered glass and let the strong aroma revive the girl, who stared at him with panic in her eyes as soon as she regained consciousness.

"Ha... how did you know I was letting Daddy screw me?" she demanded.

"I didn't," Ben replied. "I just knew that he bought a crab cure for two people a few months ago, and then I learned that you were' infected at the same time. It seemed likely that one of you had infested the other, but I wasn't sure until just now."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddd," the slender girl moaned as she raised her hands and buried her face in them. "You... you must think I'm terrible. That Daddy and I are both terrible."

' Suddenly she dropped her hands and stared at him. "Don't tell anybody," she whispered. "Please! Swear you won't tell anyone."

Before Ben could say anything, the trembling girl caught the zipper that ran down the front of her uniform and yanked it all the way down, revealing her thin bra and see-through bikini panties. Hurriedly she wiggled out of the uniform and grabbed the stretch bra, tearing it away from her lemon-sized tits in an almost savage manner.

"Robyn!" Ben exclaimed as he feasted his eyes on the quivering little mounds. "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer him immediately. Instead she reached down and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the panties, then shoved them down from her hips. As soon as they were at her knees she drew one leg from them and sprawled on the daybed in a way that showed off every bit of her naked, adolescent like, body, "Robyn?" Ben half-moaned as he looked at her with undisguised interest, his eyes roaming from her thin, passion- and fear-contorted face to her pert, heaving tits and down to the gaping meat of her open cunt. The bush of hair between Robyn's legs was neatly trimmed and only added to the immaturity of her appearance. Despite himself, Ben felt his cock growing harder and harder as his eyes moved around her body. In a lot of ways, Robyn reminded him of how Karen had looked the first time he'd fucked her, in the very same room, when she had started helping him in the drugstore, shortly after he'd moved back to town to take over the operation of the business after the death of his father.

"I... I'll let you do anything you want to me," Robyn whimpered. "Anything." she added for emphasis. To leave no doubt in his mind of the extent of her offer, the slender girl reached down and caught the compact little mounds of her ass, then drew them apart as she shifted her legs to show him the tiny, puckered rosette of her asshole. "Go ahead," she wined in invitation. "Do something to me, just swear you won't tell anybody that Daddy and I fuck."

"Robyn..." he said again.

Before he could finish, before he could tell her it wasn't necessary that she give herself to him to insure his silence, she shot one of her hands out and closed it against the firm length of his massive cock. "I'll suck it," she moaned. "I'll take all of it in my mouth and suck you until you cum. I'll suck you and fuck you and let you put it in my ass if you want. Just swear you won't tell anybody I screw my father."

"You don't have to," he replied as he lifted her hand from his cock. "I don't know how you and Ranee got started screwing each other, or how long you've been doing it; but, I'm not going to say anything about it. Not to anyone that would cause you any trouble," he amended.

"Huh?" Robyn asked, her face turning suspicious.

"I might say something about you and Ranee to some friends," he told the trembling girl. "But they won't say anything to the wrong people. They'll understand. You see, there people who do the same thing."

He could watch understanding suddenly dawn on her. "Noooooo," she moaned in disbelief. "You can't mean there're other people in town that're fucking their fathers, or their daughters."

"That's exactly what I mean," he replied.

"Golly," Robyn exclaimed. "But," she added a second later, "if you know about it, that must mean you and Deni..."

"Yes," he agreed. "Deni and I have fucked each other. So, you see, I understand what you're going through. And I won't make you give yourself to me to keep me quiet. Now," he went on, "you lie here a little, until you feel better. And don't worry about getting in trouble." With that, he rose and, after adjusting his cock so it didn't show as prominently, he left the room.

As she watched him leave the room, Robyn's mind returned to what he'd said about not knowing anything about how she and her father had started having sex. And, in doing so, she remembered the event as if it had happened the night before instead of years ago when she'd been no more, than a child. Slowly, Robyn relived the experience.

Something woke her and she sat up in bed, blinking because it was dark. "What is it?" she mumbled as she peered at the dim figure near her dresser.

"Sssssshhh, baby," her father mumbled. Uh-oh, the little girl thought, he's drunk again. It didn't surprise her; her dad had been getting drunk a lot lately.

"What're you doing, Daddy?" she asked.

"Borrin' some money from your piggybank," he answered. "Got to go out."

"Why?" she demanded. "Haven't you had enough to drink?"

"Don't wantta drink," he answered slurringly. "Wanta woman. Damned woman took a sleepin' pill. Dead ta tha world. No good to me. Gotta go find a woman tha's awake."

Robyn understood then. He wanted to fuck. She knew about fucking although she'd never experienced. Indeed, she'd never experienced anything sexual. Not even a kiss. Not a real one.

Ranee Norris turned and weaved a bit as he started toward the door. All at once, Robyn understood just how drunk he was. He'll kill himself if he drives when he's like that this, she thought. He'll have a wreck sure as anything.

The idea of losing her father was enough to make her blurt out: "Daddy, don't go."

"I've got to," he mumbled in reply.

"No, you don't," she almost whimpered as she wrapped her arms around her thin body.

"Honey," he said, "you don't understand; I've got to. A man, well, a man has certain needs he has to satisfy. And your mother doesn't help me that way any more. She always takes a pill and knocks herself out. I... I've got to have a woman tonight or I'll go crazy."

"You can have me," Robyn heard herself saying. The idea was so scary that goosepimples raised all over her sparse body. At the same time, the girl-child knew that it was a terrible thing that she was suggesting. It was a sin. But, it would be better if she committed a sin than it would be to have him killed in a car wreck when he was drunk.

Slowly her father turned to face her. As he did so, the moon emerged from behind a cloud, suddenly filling the room with its light. "You're just a kid," he told her. Then he sniggered. "I bet you don't even have hair on it yet."

Again, Robyn knew what he meant. "Yes I do," she retorted. Maybe she didn't have much hair on her pussy, but there was definitely hair growing on her lower belly and between her legs.

"You do?" Ranee asked in surprised. "Lemme see!"

Robyn gulped and wished she hadn't said anything. But she had opened her mouth. Now, all she could do was comply with his wishes. She kicked the sheet to the foot of the bed, caught the hem of her nightie and drew it up until it was bunched at her armpits, revealing her immature body to his suddenly lust filled eyes.

"I'll be damned," Ranee muttered. "Seems like just the other day I was giving you baths and wiping your ass. How'd you get to be so old so fast?"

The trembling little girl didn't answer. All she did was lie there, her body exposed to his lecherous gaze as he shuffled toward her bed.

"Did you ever?" he demanded thickly.

Ooooooooooooo, what does he think I am? Robyn asked herself. She didn't answer him, but she shook her head violently as he drew closer and closer.

Suddenly one of his hands shot out and came to rest on the small mound of her right tit. At the contact, Robyn trembled even harder. Still, she made no move to prevent him from touching her. I've got to let him, she told herself. If I don't, he'll go out and have a wreck and kill himself. Or they'll put him in jail if he doesn't, she added. She knew her father had been warned about driving under the influence. Having him in jail would be almost as bad as having him dead. Either way, her mother wouldn't be able to cope. As it was, she went around in a semi-daze most of the time. If her father left, either through death or imprisonment, her mother would go totally to pieces. And Robyn knew she wasn't able to handle everything by herself, even if she did do more than her share of keeping the house together and getting meals on the table.

Thus, the scared little girl lay on her narrow bed and let her father's hand work against the pert little mound of her tit. To her surprise, the longer he worked his fingers against the tiny mound, the less it disturbed her. Even more surprising was the fact that, as he flexed his fingers against her tit, her nipple commenced to swell.

"Yeahhhhhh," Ranee breathed as he lifted he hand and observed the effect his fingering of her tit had had, "I guess you're ready to start, if you ain't already."

He shifted his hand and toyed with her other tit as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Once he'd slipped it off and kicked his feet free from his shoes, he dropped his hand and started undoing his belt.

Robyn gulped as she endured his obscene caresses. Then he was shoving his trousers and shorts off and she gulped as she got her first look at a cock. It seemed huge to the bemused girl and she shuddered at the thought of something jabbing into her tiny pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she thought. I'll bet it hurts like crazy when he puts it into me.

Naked, her father entered her bed and lay beside her. His hands caught her shoulders and turned her to face him. Then he mashed his lips to hers. His thick tongue stabbed between her tender lips, poking hungrily toward the interior of her mouth.

Luckily, Robyn knew enough to let her jaw go slack. As he drilled his tongue into the depth of her oral cavity, he slid one of his big hands down her trembling body and cupped a saucy ass-cheek in it. Robyn merely trembled harder against him as her father commenced kneading the taut flesh of her compact little ass.

He worked one of his knees between hers and brought his free hand up to close it against one of her swollen tits. Robyn was fast getting caught up in the strange, new sensations he was making her feel. In fact, she was beginning to look forward to what was going to happen to her.

The hand on her ass was moving in such a way, it caused her almost hairless little snatch to rub up and down against the strong muscle of his thigh. Oooooooooooooohhhh! Robyn thought as she felt her cunt grow damp and an intense itching began to kindle itself in the virginal recesses of her barely pubescent body.

"Daddy," the bemused little girl moaned as his mouth left hers abruptly.

"What?" he muttered as he licked his tongue around her face. "I... It's just making me feel soooooo goooodddddddddd!" Robyn moaned. He was shifting her onto her back as his mouth worked along the corded column of her throat. He repositioned his leg so his knee remained in contact with her cunt. As he drew his hand out from under her ass, she continued to rub her pussy against his leg, making herself grow wetter and wetter.

Ranee caught one of her hands and guided it to the aching bar of his cock, molding her fingers around it. For a moment or so, he worked her hand up and down around his cock as his tongue slithered around the saucy hillocks of her tits. Then, as he seized one of her upthrust nipples between his teeth and started to chew on it, he released her hand.

Robyn realized he wanted her to keep her hand moving though. She skimmed it up and down the shaft of his cock, pausing now and then to caress the bulbous head or fondle his balls. Since Robyn had started to develop curiosity about sex, she was delighted to be afforded an opportunity to learn what a man's equipment was like. She already knew what hers was like, for she had held a mirror between her coltish thighs and looked at her snatch as her fingers had held the lips as far apart as she could get them.

As soon as 'she'd shown she was going to play with his cock without direction, Ranee dropped his free hand to the lower part of her belly. Robyn's thin hips bucked frantically upward as he flicked his finger against her swelling clit and her ass muscles tightened involuntarily as the new sensation caused her senses to reel. "Uuunnnnhhh! Uuunnnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped as he took her clit between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.

A moment later and he shifted the knee away from her cunt. She didn't complain though. His hand thrust downward until he was cupping all of the practically hairless pussy. Then he began pushing a finger into her tight little twat. As he did so, the heel of his hand continued to stir her aching clit.

Somehow, Robyn got her feet planted on the bed. As she felt his finger start to sawing in and out of her hot pussy, she began to lift her hips upward in answer to each invasion of her virginal cunt. "Ooohhhh!" the developing girl moaned as her father worked a second finger into the tight passage of her twat.

Although the rise and fall of Robyn's hips was purely an instinctive act, Ranee took it as a sign of her eagerness. He lifted his mouth from her tit and meshed it with hers again as he rolled between her thighs.

No sooner did he do so than the head of his cock nudged at the dilated entrance to her twat. Before Robyn had fully begun to comprehend what was going to happen, Ranee thrust forward. "NNNNGGGGHHHH!" the young girl cried into his mouth as his cock rammed into her tight twat.

Ohhhh, he's going to tear me apart, Robyn told herself as the heavy cock surged deeper into her stretched vagina with each hard thrust of her father's hips. Never in her young life had anything hurt so much. Why do some girls talk like they like this? she wondered in amazement as he continued to ram his massive cock into her defenseless snatch.

He worked both of his hands under her and started digging his fingers into the tight flesh of her ass. Each time he thrust forward, he yanked up on her ass, lifting her hips to meet his. "UUUUNNNNHHHH!" Robyn moaned against his lewdly demanding mouth.

She was clawing at his back, but neither of them were aware of the fact. Gradually, as the initial shock and pain began to wear off, Robyn started tossing her hips from side to side in an effort to dislodge the awesome rod of flesh that was causing her so much agony. To her surprise, the more she wiggled and squirmed under her father's weight, the faster the pain in her pussy began to recede.

Indeed, within a short time, she was used to the feel of his big cock stretching her tight little snatch. Not only that, she was starting to find a modicum of pleasure in the steady friction of the heavy cock against her clutching twatwalls.

"That's it, baby, work with me," Ranee moaned as her hips commenced to heave up and wiggle more forcefully. He drew his big hands away from her tight little ass and wedged them between their sweaty bodies. As they closed over her tiny tits, he pinched the nipples, making Robyn shudder as the pain her body had felt was renewed.

Still, she didn't complain. In the first place, she'd known it would've done no good. In the second place, she figured that, since she had offered herself to him, she had to accept the consequences. This isn't hurting as much as having him dead would, she told herself.

Suddenly he froze above her. Now what? the bewildered girl asked herself. Then he was gasping and shuddering as her cunt grew drastically wetter. All at once Robyn understood; he was spurting his stuff into her.

Ranee collapsed over her, gulping in air as he lay upon her. After a short time, he rolled away from her and lay beside her, still breathing hard. What's the big deal about fucking? she asked herself. That wasn't that much.

Still, when her father propped himself up on an elbow and ran his eyes over her body, he got the feeling that she was soon going to learn what the big deal was. That feeling was reinforced when he smiled at her and said: "You know, baby, I'm right glad I decided to take you up on your offer. The way you was startin' to act towards the end there, you might turn out to be a pretty good piece of ass.

"Yeah," he added, "you might get to be more than all right."

Something told her he was going to give her plenty of opportunity to find out if she could do so.

She was right.

CHAPTER TWO

Robyn came out of her reverie to see Ben lounging against the doorway, his eyes roaming over her obscenely exposed body. From the look on his face, he was obviously enjoying the sight of her sprawled out before him, her nipples erect and her cunt-lips swollen in reaction to her erotic memories. The girl didn't need to lower her eyes to know how she had reacted to her remembering, she could feel the tautness and swellings of her body.

Suddenly she recalled something he had said to her earlier and the question which had bothered her as she'd thought about it. "I... I had the idea you and Karen were doing a thing together," she said.

"We are," he admitted. "We have been for years."

"And you're fucking Deni, too?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I... I guess Karen doesn't know that," Robyn mused aloud as she thought she had something to use in bargaining with him not to reveal the truth about her and her father. If he ever said anything about that, she could tell Karen about him.

"Oh," Ben retorted, dashing her plans, "she knows. She's seen me fucking Deni."

"What was she doing when you were fucking Deni?" Robyn asked.

Since her interest appeared genuine, Ben answered her. "Once in a while she just watched. Sometimes she'd be getting her cunt licked, either by me or by Deni. Usually, though, she'd by getting fucked by somebody."

"'Somebody'?" Robyn repeated. "You... you mean her father?" the girl asked as she suddenly remembered Deni and Jack Hall were also supposed to be going together.

"At times," Ben admitted. "At times Jack'd be screwing some other girl and another man would be with Karen."

Robyn gulped. It must be true, what he said, she told herself, there must be other couples that're father and daughter that are fucking each other. Golly, I'd have never guessed Ranee and I weren't the only ones in town doing it.

Ben was still admiring her nakedness and Robyn found she was enjoying his frank appraisal of her body. The girl would have been the first to admit she wasn't spectacularly built and many of her sex-partners wouldn't have given her a second glance if she hadn't let them know she was willing to put out. Therefore, it was a novel experience for her to have a man seem so glad to look at her as Ben was doing.

Consequently, Robyn decided that she wanted the rugged pharmacist to continue looking at her. So, as she adjusted her legs to give him a better view of her inflamed cunt, she said: "Let me tell you about how Ranee and I ended up with the crabs."

"It's not necessary," Ben replied.

"No," she insisted. "I want you to know. Maybe... maybe it'll help you decide whether you want to talk to your friends about us. I mean, there's no use your mentioning us if you think we're too freaky."

"I told you I don't consider you a freak because you fuck your father," Ben interrupted.

"I'm not talking about that," Robyn replied. "I'm talking about the other stuff. You see," she went on, before he could interrupt again: "Ranee makes me give myself to strangers.

"He drives me out of this area and drops me beside a road somewhere, where he can sit off a ways and watch. Then I have to thumb a ride and let whoever picks me up know I'm horny.

"I wear reveal revealing clothes," she added, "things that just barely cover my tits and around the hips. And, if the person giving me a ride wants sex, I have it with them, anyway they want.

"Afterward, when they've let me out, Ranee picks me up and I have to tell him about what I did with the person I was riding with. He... he gets off hearing about somebody else eating me, or fucking me or whatever. Sometimes he gets so excited we just pull over to the side of the road and do it right in the car.

"Anyway, one time I was out beside the road in a bikini. I had barely stuck out my thumb when this truck stopped and, no sooner was I in the cab when the driver started telling me about how long it had been since he'd been home and stuff like that. Then he offered me money to ball him.

"Well, I had to accept. Ranee would've gotten pissed off if I hadn't fucked the guy, since that was why I was out there to begin with. And he likes it even better if I get money for letting somebody screw me.

"Well, when I told the trucker I'd go along with what he wanted, he drove to a rest area and parked away from everybody else, then we got into the sleeper part of his cab. He just undid his zipper and took his cock out and stuck it in me; he didn't even bother feeling me up or anything first.

"Not that I really minded. I don't take long to get turned on. And I'd been thinking all the way from the house about the fact that I was going to get screwed, so I was excited by that."

"How can you be sure the trucker was the one who gave you the crabs?" Ben asked. "If you're thumbing rides and screwing strangers all the time?"

"Well, it's not all the time," Robyn conceded. "It's just on Sundays. And we hadn't gone out the Sunday before because of the weather. Besides," she added, "the guy kept scratching at his crotch while we were driving. I guess I should have suspected something from that, but I was so horny thinking about getting laid that I wasn't paying much attention to anything.

"You see," she explained, "Ranee doesn't fuck me much except after I've been with somebody else. And I haven't a boy-friend since Harry Branagan left town, so I haven't been getting much."

"I never understood how you could do with him," Ben interrupted. "I understand he was a real bastard."

"That's why I had to go with him," Robyn replied. "Ranee really liked hearing about the things Harry made me do. Harry used to like to tie me up, use dildoes and vibrators on me, fuck me in places where we might get caught. Things like that. It used to give Ranee a real kick to hear about my dates with Harry. Sometimes he'd even fuck me twice after hearing about them."

"But why did you start going with him to begin with?" Ben asked.

"Because he asked me to. Because he didn't care that I was weird. In fact, he asked me because I was weird. He figured I wouldn't be getting any because nobody'd have anything to do with me and that'd make me so glad to have sex, I'd do anything he wanted so he'd ask me out again. He was sort of surprised I'd been around as much as I have, sexually. But he kept coming back. And, by then, Ranee had heard about the first date and I didn't really have any choice but to accept when he wanted to take me out again.

"Take me out? Haaaa!" Robyn snorted. "All he did was take me somewhere and fuck me. He never spent a penny on me."

Because Ben was getting as much pleasure out of looking at Robyn as she was from being looked at, he, too, was interested in continuing the conversation, for it afforded him a reason to stand there and look at her. Of course, he didn't know the girl was getting off on exhibiting herself to him.

"How come you call your Dad 'Ranee'?" Ben asked. "We always called him Vern. And how come he was one of the people who helped run Harry out of town if he wanted you to date him?"

"Simple," Robyn said. "He didn't want the other men to wonder about us. When they got pissed off at Harry, he figured he had to go along to look good.

"And the reason he uses his middle name is that his father was Vernon, too. He got mad at his father and stopped using his name. "You know," the girl went on, changing the subject, "I hope you do talk to the others about men Dad. Maybe he'd get off enough on seeing me screwing somebody else so he'd fuck me more.

"And even if he didn't, well, I'd still be getting fucked.

"It's not that I didn't like screwing strangers," she hastened to add. "But getting the crabs made me start thinking about that whole scene. I mean, what if I'd gotten some sort of VD? Or if I got involved with a guy who wanted to beat me up or something like that?

"I think I'd rather fuck the same people every week, even if Ranee didn't fuck me any more, than I would screw some total stranger to get him to screw me."

"Understandable," Ben agreed. He could think of nothing more to ask the girl and, rather than embarrass her by just standing there looking at her exposed tits and cunt, he started to turn away.

"Ben," she called softly.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to face her again.

"I know you said I didn't have to fuck you to keep you from talking about me'n Dad," Robyn said. "But I wish you would fuck me. It... it's been ten days since I got screwed, and I've gotten horny as hell thinking about sex while I've been lying here.

"I... I really wish you'd fuck me. I need a good fucking."

Put that way, as a request, rather than an attempt at bribery, Ben could accept the offer. "Let me tell Karen not to bother us," he suggested. "I'll be right back."

Within a few moments, Ben reentered the room, pulling the door shut behind him. For the first time since she'd stripped off her clothing, Robyn had a spasm of doubt about what they were going to do. "Wa... won't Karen be mad?" she whispered as the druggist began unbuttoning his white tunic.

"No," he answered. "She's going to get hers tonight. And she has work to do now. I don't. Why should she object? Both of us fuck other people." He slipped the tunic off and hung it over the back of a chair as he slipped his feet free from his shoes.

"You fuck at those orgies," Robyn countered. "This is different."

"Not at all," he assured her. "Karen used to date when she was still in school, and we knew people would think she was too young to be going with me. Some of those times she let the guy she was out with fuck her.

"Hell, she fucks guys she's going to school with now. And, once in a while, if I get the chance, I fuck somebody else. I mean, you're not the only girl who thumbs a ride and ends up being ridden."

He had stripped his socks off and opened his belt. Now he parted his fly and pushed his trousers and shorts down his legs. A smile appeared on the girl's face as she got her first look at his cock, which was slightly larger than average. Mmmmm, Robyn thought, I'll bet he's a good lay. Unconsciously, she let her legs move farther away from each other, opening her cunt even more to his gaze.

Ben took time to drape his trousers over the chair before he started toward the bed. By then, Robyn's visual inspection of his big cock had contributed to her arousal and she knew her cunt was wet enough that he'd be able to sink his cock to the hilt in her twat without difficulty.

Indeed, part of her hoped he'd do just that, for she was extra horny. On the other hand, another part of her hoped, just as fervently, that he would neck with her and feel her up a little before he screwed her. While she was aware he had no real feeling for her, that she was just an available piece of ass to him, it would still be nice if he pretended there was something between them more than raw, animalistic desire.

Not that she would mind if he didn't make-out with her before they screwed. She was certain she'd get her cookies crumbled whatever he did to her.

CHAPTER THREE

To Robyn's delight, when Ben reached the daybed, he stretched out full-length beside her and slipped an arm under her shoulders. Hungrily she turned onto her side and pressed her naked body to him as his mouth claimed hers. His other hand slid around the curve of her waist and cupped one of the trim mounds of her compact ass as he wedged a leg between hers.

As he thrust his thick tongue into her mouth, Robyn squeezed his thigh between hers and let her hips commence a gentle undulation that rubbed her slippery cunt against the strong muscles of his leg. He was kneading the resilient flesh of her ass as he kissed her tenderly and she moaned, deep in her throat, as she twisted, causing her hard-tipped tits to skitter across his broad chest.

As hot as she'd been when he'd moved toward her, it didn't take long for her to reach the boiling point. Before long, the teenager had slipped a hand between their bodies and curled her fingers around the solid bar of Ben's massive cock. Slowly she slid her hand up and down the heated bar, pausing now and then to scratch lightly at the underside of the thick cock.

Ben withdrew the arm that had been around her shoulders and adjusted it until his fingers were upon one of her compact tits. "Mmmmm," Robyn moaned against his mouth as he commenced to knead the pliant flesh of the perky hillcock. Swiftly, her nipple expanded farther than it had been, creating a tempting target for his caressing fingers.

He caught the spiky protuberance and squeezed it gently, then rolled it about between his thumb and forefinger. Robyn's breathing grew ragged and she tightened her grip on his cock in delighted reaction to the knowing way with which the older man was handling her pert, compact tits.

Her hips were undulating steadily, smearing his thigh with her hot cuntal fluids. As his hand roamed over the saucy swell of her trim little ass, Ben edged his fingers nearer and nearer to the girl's rear-cleavage. "Mmmmmm," Robyn moaned against his mouth as he began exploring the crack between her asscheeks.

Her ass didn't receive as much attention as she'd hoped it would. But then, it never did. However, when Ben moved his hand away from her ass, it was to bring it up to her other tit and, therefore, Robyn didn't mind. Normally, her tits didn't get a whole lot of attention either.

She chased his thick tongue out of her mouth and followed it with her slimmer tongue into his. As he pinched both of her throbbing nipples, he started sucking on her tongue, adding to the delights she was receiving.

Ben shifted his lips from hers after a moment. To her surprise, he kissed around her face, working on her ears and cheeks until she gave a whimper of pleasure. Only then did his lips start voyaging down the slender column of her throat as his hands tightened on her jaunty tits.

As his mouth drew nearer and nearer to her boobs, Ben slid one of his hands down over her flat belly. Without him having to say anything, Robyn shifted her position until she was flat on her back. To her amazement, Ben's hand swept past her accessible pussy and commenced stroking the inside of one of her thighs.

Nor did his mouth go directly to her swollen nipple. Instead, he licked all around her small tit, wetting it thoroughly. Then he swept his tongue through the wide cleavage and chased it about the other tit. Only when she gasped impatiently and caught his chin to guide his knowing lips to her nipple did he center his attention on those turgid buds.

"Aaaaahhhh," Robyn sighed as he took a hard nipple between his lips and sucked on it. The hand on her lower body then commenced to trace the length of her swollen cunt. But, the way in which he stroked her pussy was enough to tell the hot and anxious teenager that he was going to play with her snatch for more than a few moments. He... he might even make me cum this way, Robyn told herself. She wiggled voluptuously in anticipation of that uncommon occurrence happening. Usually, when a man found that her pussy was wet, he rolled upon her and thrust his cock into her twat.

Unlike most of the men who'd fucked her, Ben didn't drive his fingers into her vaginal passage immediately. Nor did he begin strumming her erect clit, either. Instead, he concentrated on fondling her entire crotch. The result was that Robyn's hips were soon rising and falling in imitation of the coital rhythm. God, she thought, it's been so long since I got any from a man who had a good sex-life that I've forgotten how it could be with them. She immediately resolved to herself that, if sex with Ben was as good as she expected it was going to be, to tell him he could have her any time in the future he wanted. I... I'll even keep it a secret from Ranee, if he wants me to, she told herself. And she had never refrained from informing her father of her amorous activities.

Ben's mouth opened and took all of one of her small tits inside. With a gasp, Robyn grabbed his hand and pressed his finger tips to her swollen clit. He seemed to sense how aroused she was and left his hand where she wanted it, stirring the burgeoned bud in perfect counterpoint to the frenzied rise and fall of her hips.

"Oooootyi," Robyn squealed as he shifted his mouth to her other tit and sucked it. Slowly he eased his thumb into the convulsing tunnel of her twat, making her skim her hand up and down the length of his cock with greater speed.

Then, to her disappointment, his cock was withdrawn from her hand and his mouth left her tits. Just a little more, she pleaded silently. Play with me just a little more and I'll cum. Still, she knew she wouldn't complain if he rolled between her widely parted thighs and commenced fucking her at that moment.

To her delight, he didn't do that. Although he did shift his position, he went up to a crouch over her writhing body and his hot, knowing lips moved onto the flat plane of her belly. As the implication of that move sank in, Robyn moaned hungrily and threw her hips into the air as she drew her knees up to make her snatch more accessible to the labial caresses she hoped he was going to bestow upon it.

Ben recognized the hunger in the young girl and didn't tease her as he had planned to do. Instead of licking and nibbling at her thighs, he directed his mouth straight to her hot, wet cunt.

Robyn had to press the back of one hand to her mouth to keep from screaming aloud when his lips reached the juicy slit of her cunt. Then she bit her lower lip for the same reason as she tangled her hands in Ben's hair and pressed his experienced mouth to her pussy with greater force.

He licked at her upper cunt until her head was lolling back and forth on the pillow. Almost subconsciously, Robyn drew her knees back until they rested on her heaving little tits. Her feet rose and she put her ankles on his shoulders as he slipped his big hands under her ass and swept his tongue lower on her swampy cunt, thrilling her with every movement of his tongue.

When he reached the bottom of her cunt, he amazed her by not reversing the track of his tonguing. Instead, he used his hands to spread the cheeks of her compact ass and let his hot tongue commence to explore her rear-cleavage. "NNNNGGGGHHHH!" Robyn moaned as he licked hungrily at the depth of her asscrack.

His tongue encountered the puckered rosette of her asshole and, to her amazement, he started jabbing at the narrow opening. Not only that, when the asshole bloomed under the strange caress, he thrust it forward, driving it deep into her shitter.

Robyn had always known she had an extra-sensitive ass. In the past few years, ever since her asshole had been fucked for the first time, she'd made her shit-chute as available as her mouth or pussy as a target for a hard cock. But no one had ever used a tongue on her asshole before.

Ben's tongue sawed into her asshole no more than three or four times before the novelty of the stimulation proved too much for Robyn to endure. She gurgled with delight and her hips went wild as she started cumming.

Immediately, Ben shifted his mouth and sucked at her pulsating twat, drawing her hot fluids into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more Robyn came. Her hips bounced her cunt into his face and she shuddered with pleasure as he continued to suck at her flowing quim.

Finally, however, the action of his tongue, delightful as it was, could no longer provide her with the thrills she wanted. She caught Ben by the armpits and tugged at him, urging him to shift and cover her writhing body with his own. And, when he was above her, she shot her hand between their bodies, grabbing his cock and guiding it until the mushroomy head was against the dilated opening to her bowels.

"Is that really what you want?" Ben asked in a passion-hoarsened voice.

"Yeeessss," Robyn moaned. "Ohhhh! Fuck me in the ass. Please, Ben, fuck me in the ass!"

It was all the urging he needed. With a hard shove of his cock, he breeched her anal sphincter and started sinking into the tight, squirming ass. "Aaaaahhhh," they sighed in unison as his cock slid farther and farther into her asshole.

Robyn wrapped her arms around him and sought his mouth with hers. When he thrust his tongue forward, she ignored the fact that he'd just had it in her ass. Her lips closed around it and she sucked lewdly at it as she wriggled her hips from side to side, rubbing her cunt against his loins.

His public bone was riding against her swollen clit and, although she'd never been fucked in the ass from in front before, Robyn just knew she was going to cum again. Her hands raced down Ben's broad back, one of them going far enough to let her jiggle his swollen, tightly-sacked nuts, the other pausing at his anus. Slowly, the slender teenager worked a finger into the man's ass, sawing it in and out in perfect harmony with the strokes of his massive cock into her own asshole.

It didn't take Ben long to tell that he was far from being the first to sodomize Robyn Norris. Once he realized that, he commenced fucking her hard and fast, drawing back until only the bulbous head of his cock was in the narrow tunnel of her ass, then driving his cock forward until he was totally immersed in the tight recess.

He worked his hands under her knees and resumed his caressing of her tits. Tears of pleasure trickled down Robyn's cheeks as she writhed and twisted under him in her efforts to give him as good a fuck as he was giving her.

Her energetic response to his sodomizing of her had the effect of bringing him off swiftly. As his jism burst into her bowels, Robyn, to her amazement, found herself cumming again. She clung tighter to Ben as they rode out the paroxysm of their orgasm.

"Ohhhh, my," Robyn sighed when he had finally taken his cock from within her ass. "I don't know whether those people you talked about will want men Ranee to party with you or not. I mean, most of the kids don't like me because I'm so different."

"Once the girls find out why you've been so different, they'll probably discover a lot about you to like," Ben interjected.

"Maybe," Robyn said, without any conviction in her tone. "But, if they don't want us, I'll still fuck you any time you want me to. And I won't tell Ranee about us," she added.

"Did you like it that much?" Ben asked.

She knew he was teasing her, but she didn't care. She merely smiled at him as she replied: "I didn't think it was going to be anything more than just a fuck. But when you stuck your tongue up my ass... Well, I've given rimjobs before, and I guess you could tell I'd been fucked in the ass. But nobody's ever eaten my ass. I... I'll never say No to you, Ben, never. Even if all I ever did to you was suck you off, I'd do that every day of the week if you wanted me to."

"I'll probably want you to suck me off when I'm not doing anything to you," Ben admitted. Robyn's heart sank a little at those words, but it quickly rose as he added: "If I do, though, I'll bring you off either before or after I've cum in your mouth."

It was only the fact that she knew she'd have to explain if she was much later getting home than she would be by leaving then that stopped Robyn from offering to give him a blow-job right then.

Two hours later, as they rode home, Karen Hall asked: "What on earth made you fuck Robyn Norris? She's such a weirdo. You can tell that just by looking at her. Bleached blonde hair with a purple streak in it. I'm surprised she doesn't have a safety pin through her cheek like those punk rockers in the big cities."

"Didn't you ever wonder why she was so unusual?" Ben shot back.

"Not really," Karen admitted.

"Well, remember how Laurie was before Alex got her and Sam into the group?" Ben asked.

Karen's eyes widened noticeably. "Noooo!" she gasped. "You don't mean that Robyn's been screwing her father?"

"For about as long as you've been fucking me and Jack," Ben answered. And Karen had been barely pubescent when he had first thrust his big cock into her tiny cunt.

"Ohhhh golly," Karen sighed. "No wonder she's always been so different. She must have thought she was a real freak and acted like she did so no one would want to get close to her. I guess she was afraid that, if she had a friend, it would've come out about her and her father and she must have been scared almost to death about what would've happened if it got around."

"That's right," Ben agreed.

"Damm," Karen swore softly. "I used to make fun of her as much as the other kids did. All of us girls in the group did. And all the time she was just like us, except she didn't know she wasn't the only kid getting screwed by her dad. I... I guess FH apologize to her the next time I see her."

Then she frowned. "But I can't."

"Why not?" Ben asked.

"I'd have to explain why," Karen replied. "And I don't know how she'd react if she knew I was doing the same thing she was."

"She almost shit," Ben answered.

Karen turned and stared at him. "You... you told her?"

"It slipped," Ben admitted, "but, yes, she knows you and Deni have both committed incestual acts."

"She must hate us," Karen almost moaned. "For treating her the way we did when we were doing the same thing she was."

"No, she doesn't hate you," Ben assured his t young mistress. "She knew she wasn't going to be accepted if she acted the way she did, and she chose to act that way for the very reasons you suggested: Because she was scared her secret would come out.

"Furthermore, she realizes that, even knowing her secret, the rest of you might have trouble accepting her, because she is so different. But, if she had a chance to outgrow the role she's elected to play, I'm sure she would. I'll bet she'd love to have a couple of friends that she could share things with."

"Like you?" Karen teased.

He shook his head. "She's already told me she'll put-out for me any time I want her, whether she and her father join the group or not. No, Robyn already has an active sex-life beyond what she and Ranee share. I think what she'd like more than the sex would be just having somebody she could talk to, or do things with; the way you and Deni run around together, not one of you goes off with Laurie or Brenda or Martha," he added, naming the other three girls who were involved in incestuous sex and sharing of each other's fathers as sex-partners.

"Like, you're all talking about renting a cabin at Ocean City for a week. I'd bet Robyn would do anything to be included in something like that."

"You think she's bisexual?" Karen interrupted.

Ben shrugged. "I wasn't referring to sexual things," he answered. "I meant I'd bet she'd come over and clean house for all of you but Martha, do your chores, things like that, if it would win her acceptance."

"Hey," the blonde girl retorted, "we're not like that. Do you really think we'd make somebody pay for our friendship?"

"Not at all," Ben said. "But Robyn would, if she had to."

"Do you really want them in the group?" Karen asked. "I mean, they're so different. Mr. Norris drives a truck. He's not from the same background as the rest of you men."

"Oh, but he is," Ben answered. "His father used to manage the first auto sales company in town, which his grandfather started. The depression wiped out the company whose cars they were selling. And, unlike the rest of our father's, Ranee put their money into the stock market, rather than into land. Why, if they'd held onto what property they used to have, instead of selling it to buy stock, they could have been richer than your father is now. And he's got the most money of anybody in the group."

"Really?" Karen asked. "I thought you were better off."

"No," Ben replied. "When your dad sold his father's old farm to those developers, he ended up with one point two million after taxes."

"Hey, I'm a heiress," Karen exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

"I don't think you're going to get anywhere near all of it," Ben told her. "You see," he continued: "Last night, Deni told me that Jack had asked her to marry him. It's been almost a year since your mother finally died." (Mrs. Hall had been in a state hospital since Karen had been eleven as a result of an automobile wreck.) "That's great," Karen exclaimed. "I hope she said yes." Deni was Karen's best friend, even though she had once considered the other girl as a rival for Ben's affection. But when Ben had let his daughter join him in his bed, she hadn't minded that Karen shared it more than she did; after all, she had been available to her when her own father's had been filled. Of course, there had been numerous times Deni had joined Karen in Ben's bed; just as the two girls had both entertained Jack Hall on more occasions than either could recall.

"She didn't," Ben said. "But, I'm pretty sure she's going to."

"Why didn't she say Yes?" Karen demanded.

"Oh," Ben replied casually, "she had this idea I might know a sexy, blonde young lady that I'd like to propose to so it could be a double wedding." He turned and grinned at her. "Can you think of anybody who fits that criteria who might accept a proposal from me?"

"You just ask me," Karen taunted, "then try to get out of marrying me. I'll bankrupt Daddy suing you for breach of promise if I have to."

"Well, that's a relief," Ben told her. "I was going to paddle your butt until you hollered for mercy if you hadn't agreed to be my wife."

"Ben, I've wanted to be your wife for years, you know that," Karen replied.

"Yeah, baby, I know," he assured her, reaching out and drawing her over to him. Despite the fact that they were only a couple of blocks from where the two families lived side-by-side, he gave her a kiss that soon had her senses reeling.

"You know," Karen said, when they pulled apart, "I almost wish Martha wasn't coming over tonight."

Martha Tyler was the newest girl in the group and the mulatto was going to take part in her first threesome that night with Karen and Ben. Up until the time Ben had proposed to her in the offhand way he'd done, Karen had been looking forward to an evening of the three of them in bed together.

"Want to .call her and ask her to skip it?" Ben inquired.

The blonde shook her head. "No," she admitted. "I know how much Martha's been looking forward to this." She and the other girl had had a long talk on the phone the night before. Martha was a relative newcomer to sex, although a couple of meetings of the group had introduced her to the wider perimeters of balling and she'd taken part in a full-fledged group-grope at the second get-together.

"Ohhhh?" Ben asked. "What's she planning to do?"

"I don't know," Karen said. "Have a good time, I guess."

"Is she going to go down on you?" ..

The blonde shrugged. "I don't know, I guess she might." Sex with another woman, in the active role, was one of the few things Martha hadn't done yet. But from the way she'd enjoyed it when Laurie Chilton had licked her snatch, it seemed a safe assumption that, sooner or later, the slender, cafe au lait-colored girl was going to work her tongue in another girl's hot pussy.

"Ben?" Karen mused. "How do you think the Norrises will react if they get in the group and find out that Martha and Louis are members?"

"I doubt that it'd make much difference," he answered. "Ranee was on the football team with Louis and the rest of us, although we were all a couple of years ahead of him. I've never heard of him expressing any prejudice toward Louis. And I don't think Robyn's the type who'd care what the color of a person was, as long as they accepted her and gave her as good a fuck as Louis can. Or, as you girls say he's given you," he amended.

Then they were pulling into the driveway and leaving the car, both of them heading for the Lewis house. Karen, as often as not, didn't set foot in the house next door from one day to the next. But Deni Lewis was the same way; she spent more time at Jack Hall's than she did in her own home.

"Hoping Martha'll eat you?" Ben asked as he pushed open the door.

"Sure," Karen replied. "But I won't mind if she doesn't."

CHAPTER FOUR

Once in the house, Karen dropped into an easy chair to relax for a moment. There was plenty of time before Martha was to arrive for supper and very little to do. Steaks, salad and garlic bread didn't take that long to prepare.

As she smoked a cigarette, the shapely blonde let her mind project itself forward and contemplate making love to Martha Tyler. Then, as she shivered with anticipation at the thought of working her greedy mouth and agile tongue against the brown-skinned girl's heated cunt, Karen snickered at the change she had undergone since the first time she'd eaten another female.

It had been years ago, when she'd still been going through puberty. She had become alienated from her father and had transferred her affection toward Ben Lewis, a man her father's age. Ben had a daughter, Deni, who was a little older than Karen and, as far as temperament and interest went, the two girls would have been better off if they'd been able to trade fathers. Jack Hall ran a landscaping business but his daughter was allergic to the sun (something she outgrew) and to the chemicals he used. Deni, on the other hand, couldn't stand the idea of being confined in a store or office all day and thought working out-of-doors was a great way to spend the rest of her life.

Karen developed an immense crush on Ben as a result of working in the drugstore he inherited. When he'd begun to show signs of acute horniness, Karen recognized them as the same signs which preceded her father's bringing home a woman for the night. She therefore decided she would allow Ben to satisfy his sexual hungers with her, so she wouldn't lose the attention she received from him.

After going to work one afternoon without any underwear on, and then displaying herself covertly to the middle-aged man, Karen had literally thrown herself at him. Within a short time, she had induced him to forget her age and allow her to give him a blow-job which had made them both tremble with delight.

Ben had proved a man of moral stricture, however, and had told Karen he wouldn't have sex with her again. I turned out his intentions were stronger than his ability to carry them out. A week after allowing, even encouraging, his nubile young helper to suck him off, Ben had looked at her one afternoon when she'd been wearing a pair of shorts so abbreviated one of the lips of her pussy had been visible as she sat in a chair with her feet on the desk before her.

He had known that the girl-child would do anything he asked, but he hadn't wanted to ask her to really do anything. On the other hand, he'd been extremely horny. He had thought to resolve his difficulty by having the barely pubescent blonde strip and play with herself. As he'd watched the nymphet masturbate, Ben had jerked-off.

Unfortunately, when he'd started cumming, Karen had scooped his jizz from her immature tits and licked it from her fingers. The sight of so salacious an action had inflamed Ben and he'd dropped to his knees before the excited young girl, then proceeded to lick her almost hairless snatch until she'd exploded in orgasm while begging him to fuck her.

Despite his intentions not to do so, Ben had been unable to refuse. Within seconds, he had had the underaged lovely seated on the desk and had begun working his massive cock into her virginal cunt. By the time he'd withdrawn his cock, both of them had cum.

Had they continued their illicit activities strictly in the drugstore, there's no telling what might had happened. But, the two of them didn't restrict their sexual activity to the safety of the pharmacy. The second time they screwed, it was in Ben's bed.

And, unbeknownst to either of them, as they were sucking each other off, Ben's daughter, Deni, had entered the house and witnessed their lascivious action.

Deni was a most unusual young lady. Her mother, knowing that she was dying of cancer, had wanted to spare her child the trauma of a stepmother, for she hadn't gotten along with hers at all. What she had done, in an effort to reduce Ben's need to remarry, had been tutoring Deni in the erotic arts until the little girl was as close a duplicate of herself as could be arranged. Linda Lewis had surmised that Ben, as sexually liberal as he was, would have no hesitation about screwing his daughter, not if she was a duplicate of her mother in bed. Ben had, however, started his affair with Karen before Deni had gotten around to telling him of the training she'd received from her mother.

The following morning, Karen had been awakened by Deni, who had informed her younger friend she was aware of what was going on between her and Ben. Deni had then told Karen the blonde was going to satisfy her sexual hungers or have her father informed of what Deni had witnessed.

Karen had had no idea of how her father would react, but she had imagined the worst, which involved Jack Hall beating Ben for what he'd done. To protect the man she had such a violent crush on, Karen had complied with Deni's demands, although she had been sure she would be ill as a result of what she had known she was going to have to do. Even Deni's assurance that she would probably enjoy herself hadn't made it easier for Karen.

Still, she had necked with the older, more developed girl, allowed Deni to fondle her and kiss her tits. And she, in turn, had used her mouth on Deni's tits, as well as caressing the black-haired girl's tits and cunt.

What she'd been forced to do to Deni, up to that point, while nothing that Karen really liked, hadn't been anything truly upsetting. Still, she hadn't looked forward to putting her mouth on the other girl's pussy.

Of course, Karen had felt that she had no choice but to do so, for she had convinced herself that, if she didn't, the result would be that her middle-aged lover would be seriously injured by her father. Thus, when Deni had insisted that Karen eat her, the barely pubescent little blonde had moved to between the more mature girl's shapely thighs and looked closely at her thick-thatched cunt.

As she had stared at the slick, carmine-colored flesh and the swollen clit, Karen had licked her suddenly dry lips. Deni's pussy had been surrounded by black hair that swept from above her engorged mons veneris to her puckered asshole. When Karen had inhaled, the odor had struck her nostrils like a slap. But she remembered that the night before she had licked her own juices from Ben's face after he'd eaten her pussy and she hadn't found the taste or odor unpleasant then.

Slowly, fearfully, she had extended her tongue and touched it to Deni's clit. The older girl's reaction had been to tangle her hands in the blonde's hair and press her face tighter to the slippery, heated flesh of her snatch as she'd instructed Karen to lick her pussy.

Karen's labial action had been tentative at first. However, the longer she had worked her tongue in the juicy slit, the bolder she had grown. Karen had reasoned that, if she didn't do a good job of eating Deni's pussy, there was no way of telling what the other girl would do in retaliation.

The blonde nymphet had told herself it was terribly wicked to be eating the other girl. But she had reasoned it was also wicked of her to blow Ben, or to fuck him. And she knew she enjoyed doing both. Maybe Deni's right, she had thought, maybe I will be able to learn to like doing this to her.

Deni's suggestion had seemed to be true, for Karen had grown less and less apprehensive about what she had been doing the more she had eaten the older girl. So, when Deni had indicated that she wanted Karen's tongue in her twat, there had been no hesitation about putting it there on the younger girl's part. And she had sucked Deni's fluids from her twat when the other girl had started cumming. Indeed, she had worked her mouth against Deni's cunt until the older girl had been unable to stand it there any longer.

Deni had told Karen she was going to continue eating her. The raven-haired girl's prophecy had proven true. However, the circumstances Deni envisioned had not come to pass. Ben had realized something had been bothering Karen and had wormed her of the story of what had transpired that morning. He, immediately, had announced his intention to punish Deni. But Karen had insisted that he not do so. If he did, she had said, Deni could turn around and tell Jack what she knew, and the results would be the same as if Karen hadn't been forced to eat the older girl. Ben hadn't informed Karen that he doubted that her father would be angry over their affair.

And, when he had discovered them fucking that very evening, he hadn't been angry. By the time the evening had ended, he had made it clear that he didn't mind that Karen and Ben were lovers. Furthermore, he had fucked Karen himself.

By them, Deni had learned what it was like to have a big, hot, turgid cock thrust into her twat. She had learned what it was to suck a cock. And she had been made to lick Karen's pussy. That, had been one of the few things that hadn't been new to Deni, for she and her mother had eaten each other while her mother had been teaching her, with the aid of a dildo, how to please her father. Still, late in the course of the evening, when the' men hadn't been able to get hard-ons, Deni hadn't thought much of her father's suggestion that she and Karen eat each other.

Karen had recognized why Ben had suggested it before Deni had. Thus, she had suggested to the other girl that, it the two of them felt each other up, sucked each other's tits and cunts, it might bring them men back to a point where they could fuck the young girls once more.

And Karen had been as enthusiastic about eating Deni's cunt then as Deni had been about eating hers.

A month later, when Karen and Deni had seduced Brenda Wilson to make her available to their fathers, Karen had gone down on the other little girl without any regrets at all. That plan had gone off without a hitch. Indeed, things had worked out even better than any of the original foursome had suspected. Alex Wilson had been delighted to discover that there were three hot little girls near at hand that he could fuck. He hadn't minded that one of them was his own daughter. And, he had surprised the others by bringing another father-daughter team to the group. No one else had suspected that Sam and Laurie Chilton were screwing each other; nor that Laurie liked eating cunt as much as she liked fucking.

As she'd gone through most of her teenage years, Karen had eaten Deni, Brenda and Laurie without hesitation or regret, just as they had eaten her. All four of them had screwed all four of the men. The eight of them had, in fact, had sex in every possible way and every possible combination. And all of them had enjoyed everything they'd done or had done to them.

However, after six years, they had all grown to know the rest well. Thus, when the opportunity to add a couple of new members to the group had presented itself, they had all been enthusiastic about adding Martha Tyler and her father to the group. Even the knowledge that Martha and Louis hadn't fucked each other hadn't dampened the enthusiasm of the others, for that had all been sure that Martha would end up in her father's bed once he accepted the fact that she screwed and liked it.

That had happened between the first time the Tylers had attended a meeting of the group and the second time. At that meeting, Martha's range of sexual activity had expanded and she had learned what it was like to have another girl's tongue licking greedily at her pussy.

To Karen's disappointment, it had been Laurie who had been the first to suck Martha's cunt. But, it was going to be Karen who ate the mulatto that evening and, with any luck at all, Karen's cunt was going to be the first that Martha thrust her hot tongue into. "Mmmmm," Karen moaned in anticipation of that happening.

Thinking about Martha snapped Karen out of her reverie. She stubbed out her cigarette and rose. As she went up the stairs, she unbuttoned her uniform, which she dropped as soon as she was in Ben's room. Swiftly she discarded her underwear and hopped into the shower. Although she normally liked to linger under the spray, now she washed swiftly and didn't take her time drying off, another departure from her norm.

Almost without thinking, Karen slipped into a skimpy halter and a pair of running shorts. Absently, she ran a comb through her shoulder-length blonde hair. I wonder how Martha's adjusting, she thought. After all, it had been no more than twenty-four hours earlier that the mulatto girl had learned what it was like to have another girl's tongue in her cunt.

Karen had just reached the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang. As she opened it, she noticed that Martha had chosen to dress in a tubetop and hotpants, both of which were about a size to small. Then she saw that the girl was carrying a bottle of wine. "Hey, how'd you get that?" she asked.

"Dad bought it," Martha confessed. "But I gave him the money and asked him to," she added. "I know you drink liquor, I just hoped you'd like wine, too."

"That's a good kind to go with steak," Karen said as she looked at the label. "Let's open it so it can breathe and then you can talk to Ben while he's grilling the steaks and I'm making the salad and cooking the bread."

"Gee, we're having a real feast," Martha exclaimed.

"When you screw a lot, you need strength," Karen retorted. "I know none of us eats much junk food. There's nothing worse than running out of energy at an orgy when everybody else is still in the mood to fuck."

They got the cork out of the bottle without trouble and then Karen insisted that Martha go sit in the backyard, despite her offer to help with the salad preparation. "I'm funny," Karen said, "I don't even like Ben in my kitchen when I'm cooking." It was only after Martha had left the room that Karen thought of what she'd said. Well, she told herself, if it's not my kitchen now, it will be before long.

Then she chuckled. It's going to be really funny, she thought, Deni and I'll still be sneaking across the backyard now and then to get fucked, only it'll be our own father's bed we're heading to. The wanton blonde was realistic enough to know that getting married to Ben wasn't going to stop her from screwing her father. Nor would it stop either she or Deni from screwing the other members of the group if they got married. Gee, she thought, chuckling once more, Deni and I'll be each other's stepmothers.

That idea caused her to laugh so loudly that Ben called out to inquire what was so funny. And, when she'd answered, both he and Martha joined her in laughter.

The steaks came off the grill just as Karen carried the salad and garlic bread into the backyard. The three of them kept up a stream of light chatter as they ate and drank the bottle of wine.

Once the meal was over, Martha insisted on helping Karen with the dishes. "There really isn't anything to do," Karen insisted once they were inside. "See, there's a dishwasher."

'"I... I guess I'm still not used to being a guest," Martha replied. "You know, this is the first time in years anybody ever invited me to dinner. The~ last time was when I ate at Shelia Wilcox's because she and I were working out that routine for gymnastics. And what was that? When we were in eighth grade?"

"You understand why none of us could be as much of a friend as we might have wanted to be?" Karen asked.

"Oh, sure," Martha acknowledged. "Brenda explained it to me last Sunday. The four of you had to be extra careful about who you got close to. I guess if I'd been screwing my dad back then, I'd have been extra careful if somebody had tried to be friends with me. I mean, I can imaging how hard it must have been, not being able to tell about your secrets the way best friends are supposed to do."

"Have you?" Karen asked. "Started screwing your father, I mean?"

"Mmmmm, yes," Martha admitted. "And," she added proudly, I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth and he ate me."

"Good for you," Karen said.

"It sure was," the mulatto girl agreed. The two of them looked at each other, then burst into laughter. Within seconds they were laughing so hard that they'd grabbed hold of each other to support themselves.

When they finally got themselves under control, neither of them made any move to draw away from the other. For a moment they stood there, staring each other in the eyes. Martha's slim tongue emerged from between her sexy lips and moistened them nervously as she rested her firm tits against Karen's fuller mounds.

. The sexy blonde smiled and slid one of her hands up the back of the other girl. As she tangled her fingers in Martha's hair, she pressed the younger girl's head forward, thrusting her own head closer at the same time.

Martha shivered as Karen's lips drew nearer to hers. Then the blonde's lips were touching her own lips and the slender, dark-skinned girl was sliding her tongue forward to seek Karen's.

As their tongues met and danced against one another's, the two girls tightened their arms around each other. Their scantily clad bodies commenced to rub and grind together. Each of them set a hand to exploring and caressing the contours of the other's ass while they wedged a knee between the other's thighs. Before long, both of them were rubbing their crotches against another girl's thigh while flexing her own leg to press it more firmly to the dampening flesh of the other's cunt.

When the next move was made, both of them were surprised that it was Martha who made it. The mulatto girl lifted one of the hot hands that had been chasing around Karen's trim ass and wedged it between their torso's. Hungrily she closed it against the pliant flesh of Karen's tit, commencing to squeeze the resilient flesh even before her hand was completely fitted to the boldly thrusting mound.

"Mmmmm," the blonde moaned against the other girl's mouth. Since there was no need for her to keep her hand at the back of Martha's head to insure the continuation of the kiss, she drew it away. Within seconds, she'd lowered it and covered a pert tit herself.

They flexed their fingers against each other's tit as their lips caressed each other's and their tongues dueled together. From the way Martha was acting, Karen sensed the less-experienced girl was eagerly anticipating the Sapphic sex they would be indulging in as the evening progressed.

CHAPTER FIVE

So enthusiastically did Karen and Martha kiss and caress each other's body and react to the kisses and caresses they received, they completely forgot about the fact that Ben was there and the plan was for him to join them in their amorous activity. Thus, the middle-aged man was able to enter the kitchen and draw near to the wanton teenagers without their even becoming aware of his presence.

Indeed, the first notice of his proximity they obtained derived from his reaching out to embrace the two of them as he cupped each of their asses in his big hands and squeezed one of the tender cheeks of the compact mounds.

Despite the fact that both girls were basically heterosexual in their orientation, they were so enjoying what they were doing to each other and what was being done to them, that they didn't break the union of their lips. Nor did they cease their lewd caressing of each other.

Ben snuggled closer to the wanton teenagers and pressed his mouth to the tautness of Martha's neck, licking easily at her flesh as he squeezed her ass, as well as Karen's. Several minutes passed 'before Karen finally drew her lips from the other girl's. "Kiss him," she whispered throatily to Martha.

The other girl was happy to surrender her mouth to Ben's. Indeed, she even thrust her tongue deep into the handsome, middle-aged man's as soon as their lips touched. She started to turn so she could press herself to him, but Karen prevented her from doing so.

What's Karen got in mind? Martha asked herself as she darted her slim tongue back and forth over Ben's hungry lips. Then the lascivious blonde answered her question by tugging up the narrow band of elasticized cloth that covered the other girl's tits. Almost at once, Karen ducked her head and fastened her mouth to the turreted tip of one of Martha's swollen tits.

"EEEEE!" Martha squealed into Ben's mouth as Karen's lewd mouth sucked on the jaunty mound of her tit. At the same time, Ben moved his hand up from the mulatto's ass until it was at the small of her back. No sooner had it reached that point, however, than it reversed itself and moved downward once more. This time, though, the big hand wormed its way under the tight material of her hot pants and panties, thrilling the Negress as it coursed over the heated flesh of her trim little rump.

Ben's other hand slipped around to settle against one of Karen's tits. Brazenly, Martha abandoned fondling the tit that had been in her hand. She eased the slim fingers over Karen's flat belly and worked them under the terry cloth of the blonde's running shorts, pushing them through the thicket of hair that surmounted the plumpness of the other girl's hot pussy.

Karen jumped a little, but showed how pleased she was by the other girl's boldness as she opened her mouth more and drew all of Martha's saucy tit into her mouth. She immediately began to grind her teeth against the base of the younger girl's tit, which only made Martha explore her cunt with increasing hunger.

A moment of two later, Ben lifted his mouth from the mulatto's. "Wouldn't it be better if we went upstairs and got into bed?" he asked. "If we don't, we're liable to find ourselves getting it on on the floor."

"Mmmmm," Martha sighed. "I suppose you're right." Still, she seemed just as reluctant to break away from the others as they did to end their threeway embrace.

The three of them did separate, however. Then, they almost ran up the stairs. And, as soon as they got to the bedroom, they stripped hurriedly, their clothes flying through the air to drop where they might.

All three of them seemed to hit the bed at the same time. For the first time, Martha experienced doubts. How're we going to do it? she asked herself. Before she could give voice to her question, however, it was answered for her through the action of the other two.

Karen's hands slid under her trim ass and the blonde wedged her head between the mulatto's slick, slippery thighs. "I... I... Ohhhh," the naive girl moaned as Karen's tongue dug into the swollen flesh of her heated, swampy snatch.

Before she could say anything else, the bed rocked as Ben moved about. Then his massive cock was aimed at Martha's open mouth. She lowered her eyes and saw Ben dragging Karen's hips toward his face. Ohhhh, this is how we'll do it now, the horny young woman thought. Then, without hesitation, she shifted her head and set her tongue to slithering along the underside of the heavy cock before her face.

Karen's fingers kneaded the resilient flesh of her tight ass as she licked salaciously up and down the length of Martha's cunt. Mmmmm, the mulatto thought as she worked her own hot, wanton tongue over Ben's cock. From lower on the bed she could hear slurping, suctioning noises but whether they were being produced by Karen's mouth on her cunt, or by Ben's eating of Karen she wouldn't have been able to say.

Not that it mattered. All of a sudden, Martha knew nothing any of them did to either of the others was going to matter. She still had doubts about whether she was going to be able to lick Karen's cunt, but no longer did she have any about whether she was going to try doing so. Indeed, so eager was she to nuzzle her face against the blonde's snatch, she began to feel she'd be able to bring the other girl off without any difficulty at all.

Her tongue started swirling around the mushroomy head of Ben's cock as she worked a hand up and cupped his tightly sacked balls. At the same time, she shifted her other hand down and closed it about one of Karen's tits. Ben twisted a little and got a hand to her own tits, tweaking the nipples as he shifted his fingers back and forth from one swollen mound to the other.

As Ben pinched and tugged at her nipples, Martha's hips began moving, hunching her cunt into Karen's eagerly sucking face. The recently deflowered mulatto let her lips part even farther as she pushed her mouth around the bulbous head of the massive cock.

Her dainty tongue beat against the cleft in Ben's coronal ridge as her cheeks hollowed around the mushroomy glans. She jiggled his balls and flexed her finger against the pliant flesh of Karen's perky tit while she rubbed her pussy up and down over the blonde's face.

Karen's tongue was knowing as it slithered along the length of Martha's cunt. In addition, it swept back and forth over the hot, slippery, swollen flesh. As she licked and sucked at the cunt of the other girl, the horny blonde kneaded the taut flesh of her ass and her fingers explored the deep cleavage between the firm cheeks.

Ben's lips and teeth had already centered themselves about Karen's clit. As he sucked licentiously on the swollen nubbin, the slender blonde moaned against the other girl's cunt. She, of course, knew why Ben wasn't taking as much time eating her cunt as he might normally do: He was looking forward to what he was going to do to Martha.

Still, Karen knew he'd make her cum before ceasing his lewd mouthing of her pussy. Therefore, she didn't really mind that he was going faster than he normally would have. The very fact that the other girl was there insured that she'd get her cookies crumbled as often as she'd gotten used to. If Ben didn't bring her off as much as he might have had they been alone; well, Martha would give her a couple of cums, too.

From the way Martha's trim, tight, little ass was squirming in her hands, Karen knew her mouthing of the mulatto's cunt was having the desired effect. She wanted to make Martha cum good for she sensed that the better she made the other girl feel, the more the other girl would feel obligated to do to her.

Not that she would object if Martha couldn't bring herself to eat her cunt. But she hoped Martha would try to do so. And, something told Karen that, if Martha did try sucking pussy, she would like it.

Karen could hear slurping noises emerging from her cunt and other licentious sounds emanating from Ben's loins. Something told her he was as close to cumming as both she and Martha were, and she knew how close the other girl was by the increase in moisture in the mulatto's cunt.

Shifting her mouth slightly, Karen drilled her tongue into Martha's clammy twat. As she sawed her stiffened tongue back and forth in the mulatto's vagina, Karen felt the girl's thighs tightening around her head. She tonguefucked Martha faster and harder and, as she did so, she worked her fingers deeper into the crack of the younger girl's ass.

As Ben's knowing mouth brought her to her cum, Karen drove a finger through Martha's anal sphincter. "NNNNUUUUGGGG!" Martha screamed, her cry distorted because her mouth was full of cock. But Karen didn't need to hear the cry to know what the results of her breaching the other girl's asshole had been. Even before her finger reached the depths of its penetration, her mouth was flooded with hot, sticky cuntal fluids and Martha's cunt was rubbing more frantically against her face.

Martha would have screamed her pleasure at cumming more than once, but no sooner had her first cry ceased than her mouth was suddenly filled with hot jizz. Eagerly, the teenager swallowed the hot, slightly salty ropes of Ben's cum and sucked harder, drawing more of his cum into her licentious mouth. Ohhhh, she thought as she poured her juices into Karen's greedy mouth and swallowed the gobs of cum that Ben was jetting into her own.

As soon as they'd all stopped cumming, Ben rolled away from the girls and scrambled around the bed until his head was on the pillows. Even as Martha raised her head to ask what they'd do next, Karen was swinging one leg over the man's hips.

"What should I do?" the naive mulatto asked as she saw the other girl grabbing the man's still hard cock to aim it at the dilated opening of her twat.

"Sit over his face," Karen gasped. "But so you're looking at me."

"The reason for that was obvious even to Martha: In the position Karen Had suggested, the two of them would be able to kiss and fondle each other's tits as they both rode Ben.

Swiftly, Martha did as she'd been told. And, even as she started moving her knees apart to lower her cunt to Ben's mouth, he 'was grabbing hold of her taut, compact ass to pull her snatch down to his face.

Although she'd watched people screwing when the woman was atop the man before, Martha was still fascinated enough by the act that her eyes dropped to Karen's widespread cunt. Slowly, as if knowing that the other girl was getting a thrill watching Ben's cock disappear into her twat, the blonde pushed herself down until her cunthairs were intertwining with the wiry, graying hairs at the bottom of his abdomen.

Martha gasped. Not only because of the sexiness of the way Karen had impaled herself, but because of the way Ben's tongue was starting to work on her slick pussy.

Ben was only the fifth person to put his mouth to her cunt but Martha, already, knew he was going to eat her better than any of the others had done. As she squatted over his face, her cunt wide open to his knowing tongue, she thought about the five who had eaten her and wondered why this man should be the best of them.

The answer, when it came to her, was simple: Ben was best because he didn't care about her; he was eating her cunt because he liked to eat pussy. Laurie had eaten her because she dug making it with women; her father because she had sucked him off; Sam because playing sixty-nine was just another form of sex; Karen because it was something that was going to have to be done since there were three of them in bed.

All four of the people who'd eaten her before had been interested in pleasing her, in making sure she came. Ben wasn't. He knew that she would if she was going to and that, if she didn't cum, it wouldn't destroy her. Therefore, he could eat her for his own pleasure, unconcerned with hers.

And that was why she thought she'd cum better from his eating her pussy than she had with any of the others. The sheer joy thrill of having his face against her snatch was being transmitted to her in such a way that she knew she was going to cum good.

Karen raised a hand a cupped it at the back of Martha's neck, pulling her gently forward. To the blonde's surprise, Martha didn't kiss her on the mouth. Instead, the sexy mulatto shifted and fastened one of her tits between her lips. "Mmmmm," Karen sighed as the younger girl commenced sucking lewdly on her distended nipple.

Hey, Martha thought, this is fun. She suddenly, understood why men liked playing with, and sucking, tits. There was something almost extraordinarily sexy about the act. Wantonly she lifted a hand and slid it around the other wildly jouncing tit as she opened her mouth farther and took more of the tit she was sucking into her mouth.

Her own tits were being caressed in return and she snorted with pleasure as Karen caught her stiffened nipples and began to squeeze them. Her tongue slashed across the blonde's nipple and she shivered with delight as she heard Karen moan in pleasure.

Ben was alternating bites and suction on her swollen clit. Martha ground her almost virginal cunt to his face and felt him commence stabbing his tongue at the swollen bud. His hands were still on her trim little ass and she loved the way he was kneading the taut flesh, spreading the halfmoons of resilient flesh away from each other. His thumbs brushed up and down the bottom of her rear cleavage.

Abruptly, she pulled her mouth back from Karen's shapely tit. "My ass," she moaned. "Put a finger in my ass, Ben."

As he thrust a thumb into her, Karen urged her to straighten. Mystified, Martha did so. Then she realized that Karen wanted to suck her tits. More importantly, she realized that she wanted the other girl to do so. I guess I'm bisexual, just like the rest, she told herself. And she realized, with a start, that she was beginning to look forward to the next change they'd ring; when she'd be eating a cunt for the first time.

Ben was sawing his thick thumb in and out of her asshole. His tongue had shifted away from her clit but she didn't care for she knew he was going to start fucking her with it. Then it was driving upward into her twat and she cried aloud at the intensity of the feeling produced by both of her holes being invaded.

Suddenly, Karen's mouth left her tits. "OOOOHH!" the blonde cried. "I'MMMM CUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!" Martha, too, was getting her cooch gobbled.

She poured her fluids into Ben's mouth and he swallowed them greedily, his mouth sucking hard on the dilated opening of her vaginal passage as he drew more and more of the juices from her writhing body. "DAAAAMMMM!" Martha screamed ecstatically.

Karen lifted herself from Ben's cock and collapsed onto her back beside them. With a yelp of anticipation, Martha scrambled away from Ben's mouth and drove herself to her knees between the other girl's spread thighs. Her mouth descended onto Karen's tits, her tongue licking frantically at the sweaty mounds as she cupped the swampy cunt in her hand and caressed it.

As Karen writhed lewdly under her, Martha moved her untutored mouth down from her tits. She licked at the rippling belly of the blonde while inhaling deeply, filling her nostrils with the musky odor of Karen's hot snatch. To her delighted surprise, the aroma strengthened her hunger to wallow her face between the older girl's thighs.

Just as her lips reached the silky curls that surmounted Karen's engorged mons venerus, Martha felt the bed jiggle. She knew that Ben was moving around on his knees, shifting so he could, fuck her dog-fashion as she licked Karen's pussy. For a moment she considered suggesting that he stick his cock in the writhing blonde's mouth, but then she decided she wasn't quite ready to go down on a woman when nothing was being done to her. Still, the idea had planted itself in her mind as she knew that, unless eating Karen really grossed her out, she would suck a girl's cunt sometime without having anything done to her in return.

Below her, Karen was drawing her legs up and bending them back over her squirming torso, presenting her entire crotch to Martha's wanton mouth. The recent virgin shuddered as her tongue made its first contact with the slippery flesh of the hot, teenager's snatch.

"OOOOHH!" Karen squealed as Martha licked at her swollen clit. The sound thrilled the kneeling girl and her licking became less tentative with each swipe of her tongue.

Then. Ben was drilling his cock into her twat, pushing it all the way into the still narrow tunnel with ease. Martha wiggled her trim little ass to him as she thrust her face tighter into Karen's pussy and wormed her fingers under the other girl to cup her shifting ass. God, she thought happily, keenly aware of the texture, temperature and taste of pussy for the first time, now I understand why Laurie and the rest of them do it: it's so good.

She worked her tongue along the slippery slit of Karen's cunt and beyond, going down all the way to the other girl's asshole. Then she started back up. All the while, she was thrusting her tight little ass back to Ben's flat loins as he sawed his massive cock in and out of the clinging tunnel of her twat.

Ohhhh, Martha thought, Daddy'll go wild tomorrow when Karen'n I are in bed with him. He'll love it. But not as much as I will.

Not by a long shot.

Ben draped himself over the curve of her back and slid his hands under her. One of them caught a dangling tit and caressed it as the other started strumming her clit and upper cunt. At the same time, Karen tangled her fingers in Martha's hair and held her mouth over her clit.

Not that she really needed to hold the other girl's mouth there. Martha, in the few seconds she'd been eating pussy, had already learned that this was another form of sex that she loved. Indeed, she was already starting to wonder who the next girl she ate was going to be. And she hadn't even made Karen cum yet.

But she would. She was sure of that.

She did.

Twice.

And Ben was asleep the second time Martha went down on Karen.

CHAPTER SIX

At about the same time Martha arrived at Ben Lewis' house for supper, Floyd Riley entered the apartment where he, his wife, and Robyn lived. There was an odor of fried chicken in the air and he knew that meant that Robyn had stopped by a take-out place on the way home from her job at the convenience store. It had been years since his wife had cooked supper beyond heating up TV dinners.

As usual, Alice, his wife, was still dressed in her housecoat and slippers. Also as usual, she wore a slightly bewildered look on her face, a result of having a few sips of bourbon as well as having taken a couple of mood elevators. Floyd knew she would spend the evening in front of the TV set, angrily switching to another channel when a commercial came on.

He said hello to his wife, getting a muttered response in reply, then strolled down the hall to the room where Robyn was sprawled across the bed in a brief, terrycloth sunsuit. "Hi, Daddy," the teenager called over her shoulder as she sensed him at the door.

"You switch to a skirt and blouse, you hear," Floyd told the girl. "We gonna take us a little drive after supper." Without waiting for a reaction from his daughter, he returned to the kitchen where he helped himself to a couple of pieces of the warm chicken. After taking a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator, he stalked into the living room to watch the evening news. Ranee had a bet on the ball game and wanted to see if he'd won or lost.

Down the hall, Robyn had rolled herself over to a seated position on the edge of the bed. "Shit," she muttered, "I hope this doesn't mean we're going to start that again."

As she rose to her feet and undid the tie that held the sunsuit in place, she let her mind drift back a number of years, to a period about fourteen months after she'd fucked her father for the first time.

It had been a Sunday morning and she'd been in bed, when he'd opened the door and said to her: "Hey you want to go for a ride?"

"You bet, Daddy," Robyn squealed as she hopped out of bed. The fact that she was naked didn't bother her. After all, her father was fucking her three or four times a week, why shouldn't he look at her naked if he wanted?

She opened a dresser drawer and pulled on a pair of panties, the drew out a body-suit. "Unuhn," Ranee said. "Wear a blouse and a skirt. A blouse that buttons in front."

Robyn looked at him sort of funny. He'd never before paid any attention to what she wore. Indeed, when she was dressed, he rarely paid any attention to her at all, unless it was when he was trying to get her to undress. And then all he did was tell her to shuck her clothes. Robyn always complied. Ranee had a heavy hand and was quick to use it if she didn't obey his demands immediately.

Still, since he'd told her to wear a skirt and a blouse which buttoned down the front, that was what the young girl put on. She didn't bother with a bra, because her tits were still small enough that she didn't need to support them.

Once she was dressed, she followed Ranee down to the car, grabbing a couple of donuts and a banana as she passed through the kitchen. As she'd suspected she would be, her mother was in front of the TV, intently watching a church program. Alice Norris didn't even look up as her husband and daughter left the house. She lived so much in a world of her own, she almost had to be reminded that she had a husband and daughter to be aware of them, even if they were in the same room with her.

When they got to the car, Ranee surprised Robyn. "You ride in the backseat," he directed, as he swung himself into the front of the convertible without bothering to open the door.

Robyn was mystified, but she settled herself in the seat behind him. With a squealing of tires, Ranee backed into the street and shot off toward the highway.

Shortly they were approaching the Interstate. "You scoot down," Ranee called over his shoulder. "Then you open that blouse and start fooling with what little titty you got."

"Daddy," Robyn protested, "truckdrivers'll be able to look down and see me doing that."

"That's the idea," Ranee retorted, chuckling. "I'll bet some of those ol' boys just about lose their eyeballs, they'll be alookin' so hard." He slapped his leg in glee at the idea. "Go on now," he ordered.

As he swerved onto the entrance ramp to the Interstate, Robyn lifted her hand. Reluctantly, she began to unbutton the blouse. Ohhhh, she thought, it's bad enough that he fucks me and makes me suck his thing. But this is even worse, making me fool with my boobs so total strangers can see me doing it.

Despite her reluctance, her fear of provoking her father's wrath was enough to cause her to open the blouse totally. As Ranee accelerated in pursuit of a 18-wheeler, Robyn lifted her other hand and closed her fingers against the lemon-sized mounds on her chest.

She was used to arousing herself, for Ranee often had her perform before him between bouts of fucking. Thus, Robyn knew exactly what to do.

She flexed her Angers against her small tits and rubbed her long, coltish legs together, until her nipples began to rise.

At that point, she lifted each hand, in turn, to her mouth, and sucked on her thumb and forefinger. Then she caught the swelling nipples with the wet Angers, twisting the elongated nubbins. "Mmmmm," she murmured, despite herself, for her nipples were extra-sensitive, as if to compensate for the smallness of the tits they surmounted.

Ranee drew up beside the big truck, then matched speed with it exactly. At first the trucker paid no attention, but then, as the car stayed even with him, despite the clear road ahead, he glanced over curiously.

Robyn looked up and saw the man's mouth drop open as he realized what he was seeing. Smiling slightly, she shifted her fingers until the entirety of her small tits were exposed to his gaze. For a moment she let his eyes dwell on them, then she gave herself over to fondling them once more.

After a few more minutes, Ranee accelerated, pulling away from the truck. The driver gave a long blast on his air-horn, but made no effort to follow them. "Hot damn," Ranee exclaimed, "I'll bet that ol' boy like to shit when he looked down."

He twisted his head and glanced back at his pubescent daughter. "You want to show off to another one, baby?"

"Okay," the girl answered. To her surprise, she had gotten a flash of pleasure when the man had looked at her naked tits. Indeed, being looked at had thrilled Robyn enough that, when they drove beside the next truck, she drew her skirt up until the driver could see her panties. And when Ranee suggested she slip them off, she did so without hesitation or regret, presenting the third driver they cruised along beside with a clear look at her sparsely fringed cunt.

Shortly after that, Ranee left the Interstate and shot down a twisting backroad, until he found a place where he could pull off into a grove of trees. In a flash he hopped over the back of the frontseat. Without even lowering his trousers, he thrust his cock into her and fucked her frantically, until she sobbed with pleasure as her cunt went wild, squeezing his cock convulsively.

To her amazement, her father didn't pull away from her as he usually did at that time. Instead, he continued sawing his big cock in and out of her tight twat as he worked his fingers against the taut flesh of her tight little ass.

As far as Robyn was concerned, it was one of the best times they'd ever had together.

Thus, the following weekend, when he asked her if she wanted to go for a ride, she actually trembled with anticipation as she dressed. Furthermore, she slipped into a tubetop, to make it easier for her to bare her tits to the truckers.

Not only did she let them look at her as she played with the small mounds, she lifted one foot to the top of the door and canted the other way from her in such a way that she caused her cunt to gape open once she'd taken her panties off.

"Play with yourself all the way," her father told her, his voice rasping with passion. When they pulled along side the next truck, she kept one hand at her small tits, but she reached down with the other and started stroking her immature-looking cunt.

Before long, her clit had swollen to twice its normal size and her juices had commenced to flow. Robyn worked her finger against the sensitive nubbin until her hips began to rise and fall of their own volition. "Ooooohhhh," she moaned as the cheeks of her ass contracted with pleasure.

Faster and faster she twirled her fingertip over the hot, swollen bud of her clit. Her thighs trembled with hunger as she slid her fingers down over the moist folds of her pussy and shot one into the clasping tunnel of her twat. Shamelessly, she pumped her finger in and out of her pussy as she twisted and squeezed her tit, making herself feel better and better with each passing second. Her tight little ass bounced against the backseat of the car as she fingerfucked herself and she giggled inwardly at the way the trucker's face turned crimson as he watched her lewdly caressing her barely pubescent body.

After she'd brought herself off before the staring eyes of two amazed drivers, Ranee had abandoned the Interstate for another road. Once more he had been almost frantic in his thrustings into her writhing body. This time, however, once he had jetted his cum into her convulsing twat, he had pulled away from her and seated himself. "Climb over me," he'd gasped.

No sooner had she swung a knee across his lap then he had caught her by the hips and pulled her down, impaling her on the tower of his massive cock. His mouth had fastened to one of her small tits and he'd gripped her trim little ass tightly, pushing and twisting her hips about as he'd aided her in fucking him.

And that afternoon's sex had been even better than what they had shared the previous weekend.

After peeling off the sunsuit, Robyn walked, naked, to her closet. She selected a thin blouse that was loose enough to push up without difficulty and dropped it over her head. Around her still boyish hips she wrapped a skirt. If we're gonna do what we used to, she said to herself, there's no use putting on underwear; I'll just have to take it off in a little while.

For an entire summer, and much of the following fall, Robyn had lain in the back of her father's car and masturbated every Sunday afternoon. Only the coming of cold weather had brought a cessation to the weekly forays along the high-speed roads of the area.

And, for the first time, Robyn hadn't enjoyed the winter. Without the extra stimulus of knowing that his daughter was presenting a lewd spectacle to total strangers, Ranee's fucking had reverted to a mechanical use of her immature body that failed to give her satisfaction much of the time.

By spring, Robyn had been looking forward to Sundays, for she'd hoped that she and her father would resume their drives. However, over the winter, a new idea had blossomed in his inventive mind. Ranee had started taking her well away from McGovern's Corner and dropping her beside the road with instructions to hitch a ride and make herself available to whoever picked her up.

When she found out that hearing her recount her activities aroused Ranee even more than knowing she was letting men watch her fingerfuck herself had done, Robyn didn't mind playing the new game Ranee had derived. In fact, she liked it even better than she had her activities of the previous summer. The men she gave herself to had usually made her cum with what they did to her, so the frantic sex she had with Ranee when he picked her up after she left her temporary lover was a bonus.

I wonder how come he's gonna make me show myself again? Robyn thought as she slipped into sandals and wandered out to wait for her father to finish watching TV.

Then he surprised her when they got to the car. She started to get into the back and he barked at her, telling her to ride next to him. "How come, Daddy?" she asked as she scrambled over the seat to settle beside him. "I can't do anything up here."

"Huh?" he asked, scowling. Then his face brightened. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Why, we ain't gonna do that no more. I want you up here so's I can talk to you a little."

He backed the car out of his parking spot and turned south, away from the Interstate. "You know Floyd Riley, don'tcha?"

Robyn nodded. The man was younger than her father, but still a close friend, since both of them drove for the brewery. Not that they'd been doing any driving lately, a strike by the bottlers had shut down the plant a couple of weeks earlier and there were no signs that the layoff was going to end soon.

"What about him?" Robyn asked.

"Well, Louise, that's his wife, she run off with some man," Ranee announced. "Not only that, she done left that kid of hers out there for Floyd to take care of."

Robyn sloughed in the seat, waiting for the cigarette lighter to pop out. She'd known that Floyd's wife had a daughter, the result of some brief affair before she had married Floyd, but she didn't really know the girl, since she was a number of years younger than herself.

"Anyway, Floyd wasn't really happy 'bout getting stuck with the kid. Floyd, he's a man likes getting his poontang regularly and he was thinking how having a kid around could interfere. Then he got to thinking. So he done told Joanne that she's either gonna take over where her momma left off, or he's agonna send her to a home.

"See, he never adopted her or nothing. He was just taking care of her 'cause he was married to her mother. Now that Louise done run off, he figured he didn't really have no obligation to keep on supporting the kid unless she was aworkin' to pay for her keep.

"The only thing is, well, Floyd, he's hung about like a horse. And Joanne, she ain't never done it before. So, he was afeared he might hurt her, if'n he was the first."

"I don't understand," Robyn said.

"It's simple," Ranee retorted. "I was atalkin' to Floyd today and he was a telling me about what he'd decided to do about the kid. I mean, he's done told her how it's gonna have to be if she stays with him and all. And she don't mind. But he don't want to start tapping her until she's broken in good.

"Anyhows," he continued, "we're going out to his place and I'm gonna show her what's what. And you're gonna take care of Floyd. It ain't gonna be no trouble for you to get it on with him, no matter if he is hung like he is."

Robyn gulped but said nothing. This was a new step, her father arranging for her sexual activity. Idly she wondered if she and Floyd would be in another room while Ranee was with Joanne, or if all four of them would be together.

She knew better than to ask, however. If Ranee wanted her to know, he'd tell her.

It took them only a short time to reach the ramshackle old farmhouse where Floyd lived. When they entered the building, Joanne greeted them wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Robyn and Ranee both surveyed the girl's semi-nakedness and Robyn felt more than a slight twinge of jealousy. Even though Joanne was only in Junior high school, she still had bigger tits than the older girl.

"Hey there," Ranee said, smiling as he stepped toward the towheaded teenager, "you ready to start fucking?"

"Does it matter?" Joanne replied, somewhat sullenly. "Don't seem like I've got a choice. I either fuck or get sent to a home. And I sure don't want to go there. So, I guess I've got to start fucking."

"You sure do," Floyd announced as he entered the room. He gave the girl a swat on the ass, pushing her toward Ranee. "You go give ol' Ranee a big kiss, while me'n Robyn get acquainted."

Dutifully the girl moved toward the man who was going to bust her cherry while Floyd reached out and caught Robyn's wrist, pulling her towards him.

Robyn let her mouth go slack even before Floyd's lips met hers. As she'd expected, his thick tongue pushed into her mouth as he cupped her trim little ass and pressed her hungrily to him. Good Lord, Robyn thought as her belly rubbed against his cock, how big is he? This has got to be the biggest cock I've ever felt.

Almost of its own volition, one of Robyn's hands dropped to Floyd's fly and drew down the zipper, then worked his stiffened cock out. As soon as it was free, she let her eyes drop to it and gulped at the size of the big organ. I don't even know if I can take all of that in me, she thought as her eyes moved over the mammoth rod.

"Hot little thing, ain'tcha?" Floyd asked her with a chuckle. He reached out and caught the bottom of her blouse. As he pushed upward, Robyn raised her arms automatically, allowing him to skim the thin garment over her head. "I like a hot girl, I do," Floyd asserted.

"I can hardly believe that's real," Robyn replied as she reached down for his cock again. Damn, she thought as she folded her fingers around the mushroomy head, I can't even hold all of it in my hand it's so big around. Thank goodness he didn't try screwing Joanne while she was a cherry, he'd have tom her up something fierce.

Her skirt was falling to the floor, for Floyd had undone the zipper and hook. Naked, Robyn let him pull her to him for another kiss, recoiling slightly as he drove his tongue almost into her throat. He dug his fingers into the cheeks of her ass and jiggled them, making her body squirm against his.

"Hey, Floyd, where we gonna do it?" Ranee demanded. As Floyd broke their kiss, Robyn turned her head to see that her father had pushed Joanne's panties down, leaving the girl as naked as she was "Back here," the man next to her replied. "I just put clean sheets on the beds."

Even as he spoke, he took Robyn by the hand and half-pulled, half-led her out of the room and down the hall.

CHAPTER SEVEN

As she and Floyd entered the room, with her father and Joanne close on their heels, Robyn's heart sank a little. She was looking at twin beds. For the first time, she realized, someone was going to be able to see her getting fucked. Despite all of her sexual activity, she had never been watched, except when she'd fingered herself for the benefit of the passing truckers, or when, before that, she'd put on shows for Ranee.

Oh well, she told herself, at least I'll be able to watch Daddy and Joanne. Robyn had never seen anybody fucking either.

The men were ridding themselves of their clothing, tossing the garments away as they got out of each. In a matter of seconds, they were naked as the two young girls.

"Ooooohhhh," Joanne half-moaned as she saw the size of Ranee's cock. "That's awfully big, too. I... I don't know if I'll be able to let you get that in me."

"Sure you will," the man assured her. "Robyn was younger, 'n' littler, than you the first time I fucked her and she didn't have no trouble at all."

For the first time, Joanne looked at Robyn with something like respect in her eyes. Before, when she'd surveyed the taller girl's nakedness, she had seemed to regard her as inferior since the older girl's tits were smaller. "Well," the towheaded teenager conceded, "if that's so, I guess I can take it."

"A pussy'll stretch enough to let a baby come out," Robyn told the girl as she seated herself on the bed Floyd indicated.

"Having a baby hurts," Joanne said accusingly.

"Getting your cherry busted does, too," Robyn replied. "But not much, and not for long. At least," she added, "that's what all the girls I've talked to have said. They all said they liked getting fucked by the time they'd finished the first time."

"Well, I hope I'm that way," Joanne replied.

Then she was silenced by Ranee pulling her flat onto her back and kissing her. As his tongue shot into her mouth, he put his hands to the jaunty mounds of her tits and squeezed them, causing the young blonde to snort.

Floyd's hands closed over Robyn's tits as he embraced her from behind. He caught her stiffened nipples and tweaked them sharply, sending a ripple of mild pain coursing through her. But she was used to be treated roughly when she was having sex, for Ranee and Harry had both shown little regard for her. And she'd had sex more often with them than anyone else.

Obediently, she squirmed around and reclined on the bed, surrendering her mouth to that of the middle-aged man. As his thick tongue explored the interior of her mouth and his hands worked harshly on her tits, Robyn slipped a hand down between them and resumed her fondling of his mammoth cock.

God, Robyn though as she strained to get her fingers to meet around the enormous head of Floyd's cock, I hope he's not one of those guys that thinks that having a big cock means he doesn't have to do anything to get a woman excited. She had been had by men who'd fucked her before she had been sufficiently lubricated, and she shuddered at the idea of having a cock as big as Floyd's rammed into her twat before it was slippery enough to accept it.

She hadn't expected him to be the type to spend a lot of time in foreplay. Already he was proving her estimation of him to be correct. His mouth was abandoning hers to work its way down to one of her tits and he was sliding his hand over her flat belly. Robyn spread her thighs and moaned a little as he started grinding his teeth against the base of her sensitive nipple.

Floyd must have taken her moan as a sign of arousal. He drove a couple of fingers into her twat despite the fact that it was only beginning to get damp. Robyn winched at the unexpected invasion and tightened her hand around his cockhead as much as she could, hoping that her action would tell him that he was going too fast.

Thankfully, he withdrew his fingers and commenced toying with her swelling clit. Still, he showed no tenderness as he flicked his fingers against the rising nubbin. Despite the crudeness of his technique, having him play with the upper part of her snatch was better than having him fingerfuck her at the moment, and Robyn sighed as he chewed harder on her small tit.

Turning her head, she saw that Ranee had rolled to his back and maneuvered Joanne above him. The towhead was supporting herself on one elbow as she dangled a tit over the man's mouth and her other hand was busy exploring his cock and balls. From the way the girl was acting, Robyn would've bet that this was close to being the first time she'd ever petted. Well, she's on the swim team, Robyn thought to herself. She probably doesn't have much time for dates, what with all the practice they do.

She watched Joanne's trim little ass wiggle and knew Ranee had commenced fondling the girl's sparsely haired pussy. I hope she likes fucking, the older girl thought. It'd be terrible to have to take this monster regularly if you didn't get anything out of sex.

Once more, Floyd thrust a couple of fingers into Robyn's twat. She was wet by then, however, and the fingers slipped into her vaginal passage with ease. As he sawed his fingers back and forth, he sucked more of her meager tit into his mouth. His other hand continued to twist and pinch at her free tit and Robyn moaned in reaction to the roughness with which he was treating her. I guess I can't blame his wife for leaving, she thought. He isn't very good in bed.

The sound of a slap made her turn her head toward the other bed again. Now Ranee's fingers were curled around Joanne's thin shoulders. "Go on," he rasped harshly, "get down there and kiss my dick some."

"Yeah, that sounds like a winner," Floyd murmured, lifting his mouth from Robyn's tit. "I could use some head myself."

He's got to be kidding, the older girl thought. I can't get that huge thing in my mouth. But he wasn't kidding. To prove it, Floyd swung a leg across her belly and knelt over her, his knees pinning her arms to the bed. "Come on, suck on it some," he ordered as he swung his hips forward, thrusting his bloated cock toward Robyn's face. "And you," he snapped, speaking to Joanne. "You do what Ranee tells you or you start packing to go to the home."

With a whimper, the young girl scooted down on the bed until she could press her mouth to the heated meat of the middle-aged man's hard cock.

Timidly, she extended her tongue and circled the bulbous head. Ranee reached under her crouching body and tugged forcefully at Joanne's nipples, making her yelp at the savageness of his treatment of her virginal body.

Floyd's cockhead was rubbing against Robyn's lips, smearing his precum fluids over them. Resignedly, the older girl opened her mouth as wide as possible. A grin appeared on Floyd's face as he shifted higher over her .writhing body, pushing his engorged cockhead into her defenseless mouth.

Robyn's jaw ached from opening her mouth so wide, but she knew she had no choice. If she didn't please Floyd, her father would have no hesitation about using his broad, thick belt on her trim ass. And her father had a strong arm.

As Floyd pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth, Robyn dutifully worked her tongue against the underside of the mammoth rod. Her cheeks hollowed around the swollen glans and she rubbed her thighs together in an effort to compensate for the discomfort arising from being fucked in the mouth by such a huge cock.

Tangling his fingers in her short hair, Floyd pulled Robyn's head farther down over his cock. Swiftly he worked it deep enough to cause the distraught girl to gag. Ohhhh, you bastard, she thought, I'd have blown you, you didn't have to do it this way.

Because he was fucking her in the mouth, however, she had no choice but to work with him. As he sawed his mammoth cock in and out of her aching jaws, Robyn alternatingly relaxed and tightened her lips around the bulky shaft. Her agile tongue fluttered against the underside of the Brobdingnagian cock as Floyd worked it back and forth in her mouth.

Once he was satisfied she was sucking him as best she could, he reached back and started stroking her cunt once more. To her dismay, he raked his sharp nails along the sensitive length of her pussy, making her squirm in an effort to get away from his painful treatment. Unfortunately, Floyd thought her shifting was an erotic response and used his nails even more forcefully.

"Aaaaahhhh," came Ranee's sigh of delight. "Do it right, girl," he moaned, "take it all."

Poor Joanne, Robyn thought. She deep-throated her father, but it had taken her months of attempting to swallow all of his cock before she'd been able to do so with ease. Now he was forcing the towheaded virgin to accept all seven inches of his cock into her mouth on the first time she gave head.

Floyd caught Robyn's swollen clit and squeezed it hard. Her hips bucked upward in violent response to the agonizing jolt of sensation that coursed outward from his fingers' target. Again he misinterpreted her reaction as one of pleasure and he dug his fingertips into her clit so hard that tears sprang to her eyes.

Bastard, bastard, Robyn thought, although she was unsure who she was addressing the curse toward. She didn't like Floyd for causing her to suffer the way he was doing; but she didn't like her father for putting her in the position where Floyd could abuse her as he was.

Still, she realized that Floyd wasn't deliberately trying to hurt her. Thank goodness for that, Robyn thought as she continued to work her defenseless mouth around his monstrous cock. She had been lucky, she knew, in that none of the men that she'd offered herself to on her father's orders, had really been sadistic. The worst thing that had happened to her had been that she'd found herself face down across a man's lap a couple of times, with a heavy hand landed hard and fast upon her trim little ass. And, since Ranee was wont to spank her when she displeased him, getting paddled as a prelude to screwing hadn't been that bad.

He used his hand to aid in maneuvering her wildly sucking mouth back and forth over the throbbing length of his mammoth cock. As it rode in and out of her oral cavity, Robyn found herself responding with ever-increasing ardor. She hollowed her cheeks as the cock sawed in and out and her tongue beat at the underside in a steady rhythm that made sweat bead on the man's solid frame.

"Ooooohh, damn," Floyd gasped, pulling his cock totally out of her mouth. "You do that so well, baby. But I don't wanta cum in your mouth, not the first time I fuck you."

As he spoke, he shifted, removing his knees from her arms. Robyn encircled him and hugged him tightly to her writhing body as he shifted even more, until he was lying atop her, the broad head of his cock pushing, between her swollen cuntlips. When it nudged her swollen clit, Robyn sighed with anticipation.

Floyd nuzzled her neck, then thrust his tongue into her ear. Looking across the narrow aisle between the beds, Robyn saw her father arranging Joanne's unresisting young form on the other bed and watched the girl tremble as Ranee fitted himself between her well-muscled thighs.

Reaching down between them, Floyd grabbed his cock and swabbed the mushroomy head up and down the length of Robyn's wet, hot pussy. After only a few passes, however, he guided the swollen glans to the dilated opening of her twat.

"Uuuuuhhhh," Robyn moaned as he started to push his cock into the clinging tunnel of her twat. Even though she'd been fucking for years, Robyn still had to winch as her twat was stretched by the immenseness of the cock Floyd was working into her with short, bard jabs.

"HHHHAAAA!" Joanne screamed suddenly. Ranee had been stroking his cock deeper into her virginal cunt and she'd been getting used to her twat being stretched. But she hadn't been prepared for the agonizing jolt that shot through her body as he ripped her maidenhead away with a harder thrust than he'd been using. "NNNNOOOO!" she cried. "Don't! OOOOOHHHHH, DOOOOOOO NNNNNN'TTTT!"

"Hey, cool it," Ranee told her in a voice raspy with passion. "Now that you ain't a cherry no longer, it'll start to stop hurting. Just work your ass up and down until you get used to having a cock in you."

"Stop, stop, please," the towheaded teenager moaned. "I didn't know it was going to hurt so much."

To Robyn's surprise, her father stilled his hammering hips at the girl's request. Joanne squirmed beneath him in an effort to compensate for the pain in her twat, but Ranee held off sawing his cock in and out of her until she recovered. Gradually, however, as she felt the pain lessen and grew accustomed to the feel of having her pussy stuffed with cock, the little blonde began pushing her hips up to the middle-aged man.

Floyd had worked about half of his ten-inch cock into Robyn's twat by then and she snorted as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her pussy passage. "Ohhhh, daaaammmm," Robyn moaned, "it feels like it's gonna go into my throat any minute now."

His hands wormed themselves under her and he pinched her tight little ass as he sawed his mammoth cock in and out of the clutching tunnel of her snatch. "OOOOH!" Robyn squealed as she jerked her hips about in response to the pinch. I just know my ass is gonna be black'n'blue in the morning, she thought.

As he stroked harder and faster into Robyn's twat, Floyd dug his fingers into the crack of her ass. He spread the cheeks and used the leverage of his arms to help him in pounding his cock into the slippery passage of her cunt.

A squishy sound echoed in the room as the two men worked their cocks into the girls. "MMMMM!" Ranee sighed, "your pussy's so tight, Joanne, so good and tight."

"I... I'm start to like getting fucked," the towheaded little girl murmured in reply. Her trim little ass was bouncing against the mattress in response to the rhythm of his hips, and she let her arms tighten around Ranee's chest as she mashed her lips to his and thrust her tongue forward.

Robyn, too, kissed the man she was fucking. She poured her tongue into Floyd's oral cavity as she wiggled beneath him. Her hard-tipped tits skittered against his chest, adding to their pleasure. By then, two-thirds of his massive cock had sunk into her twat and the girl was sure she wouldn't be able to take any more of the mammoth dong. But, to her surprise, Floyd kept stroking it into her, sinking farther and farther with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Each thrust of Floyd's cock caused the slickened shaft to ride across Robyn's swollen clit. Of their own volition, her long legs rose and wrapped around the man's waist. Now that he was fucking straight down into her twat, he was stimulating her clit even more, adding to the thrills. she was receiving.

Faster and harder the two men drove their cocks into the hot twats of the teenagers. Ranee broke the union of his mouth with Joanne's and the towhead started babbling as his balls began to slap at the undercurve of her all each time he reached the end of his penetration. "Ooooohhhh, it's good. It is good. I'm sooo glad I'm getting fucked. I can hardly wait until I'm broken in enough for you to screw me, Floyd."

The man who'd raised her from the time she could barely walk, who was the closest thing to a father she'd ever known, said nothing. He was too busy working his cock back and forth into Robyn's twat to want to talk.

"Aaaaahhhh, dammmm daaaammmm," Robyn moaned as she felt Floyd's hairy loins grind into the hot, swollen flesh of her snatch. He had worked every bit of his ten-inch cock into her twat and the girl's head reeled with the knowledge that she was stuffed as she'd never been before.

On the other bed, Joanne was experimenting with the way she moved her ass in response to the steady thrusting of Ranee's cock into her pussy. Now that the pain of her defloration had vanished, the young girl was finding that she really did enjoy getting fucked. She humped her compact little ass up and down, twisting her hips from side to side as she did so. Ranee smiled his approval and worked his fingers against her tits, catching the stiffened nipples and squeezing them. "Ooooohhh," Joanne moaned as mild pain pulsated outward from her tits.

"Uuuuuhhhh," Robyn sighed. She was close to cumming and she tightened her grip on Floyd's body as she slammed her loins to his, grinding her pussy into his flesh. Her twat was leaking fluids copiously, creating a puddle at the base of her spine, but she didn't give a damn. That didn't matter; all that mattered was that she was going to get her cookies crumbled.

"HHHHIIIIAAAA!" she yelled as she suddenly started cumming. Her stretched twat convulsed around the mammoth invader and it was enough to set the man off. Floyd's fingers dug into her tight little ass painfully as he jetted his hot cum into her.

"EEEEEE!" Joanne squealed as she was brought to orgasm for the first time. Her feet went up into the air and flailed about as her body shook convulsively.

Feeling the teenager cumming was more than Ranee could stand. With a muffled groan, he spurted his hot jism into her clutching twat. The ropy cum mixed with the fluids that Joanne's body was releasing and the mixture oozed out of her pussy passage and ran down the crack of her ass, coating his balls in the process.

"Unnnnhhhh," Robyn groaned as Floyd rolled away from her and lay, breathing hard, on his side. So hard had the girl cum that her twat was still spasming, even though it was now empty.

Across the narrow space, Ranee, too, pulled away from the teenager he had just fucked. None of them moved, or spoke, for several minutes as they fought to regain control of their breathing and their emotions.

CHAPTER EIGHT

For several moments after they'd pulled their cocks from the convulsing twats of the teenagers, the guys lay on their backs. Then, slowly, Floyd pushed himself up to a position where he could survey both of the girls. After running his eyes over them for a few seconds, he smiled. "Damn," he muttered, "I need a beer."

"Yeah," Ranee agreed. "A cold one sure'd go good right now."

"Well, there's plenty in the kitchen," Floyd replied. "Let's go get us one."

Once the men had left the room, the two girls sat up and surveyed each other's nakedness. As she examined the younger girl with her eyes, Robyn was glad to note that the hair around her pussy was much longer and thicker than that Joanne possessed. She was also glad that her years of fucking had reduced her inhibitions to an almost nil state. She could sit with her long legs open, and gaze at the other girl's cunt without blushing.

Joanne, it seemed, was continually tearing her eyes away from Robyn's crotch.

Joanne, as she let her eyes voyage over Robyn's obscenely displayed body, found reasons for pleasure and dejection. She was more than a little proud of the fact that her tits were already bigger than the older girl's. But she was sorry her years of swimming twice a day had thickened her shoulders and leg muscles. To Joanne's way of thinking, she was too stockily built to ever be considered sexy. Furthermore, she had a feeling that, had her mother not left, she wouldn't have been getting laid for a number of years in the future.

"Ha... how did it feel, having Floyd's cock inside you?" Joanne asked, tossing her head in an effort to convey a casual attitude. Actually, she was almost petrified with fear that he would try to ram his immense cock into her twat before she was loose enough to accept it.

"Mmmmm," Robyn answered, "great. At first I didn't know whether I could take it or not. But, once he got it in me a little, all I wanted was more."

"Have you and Ranee really been screwing a long time?" the towheaded girl asked.

"Since I was about your age," Robyn confessed.

"Golly, it must make you feel weird, fucking your own dad," Joanne mused. "I... I guess it's gonna seem sort of funny to me, fucking Floyd when I start. I mean, he's the closest thing to a father that I've ever had. It wasn't until about a year ago that I found out he really wasn't my father."

"Sure, it makes you feel weird," Robyn replied. "Why do you think I've acted the way I have, gotten the reputation I've got?"

The younger shrugged in answer to the question. "I was afraid of what would happen if I got a close friend," Robyn told Joanne. "How can you have a friend over to spend the night when your father's liable to climb in bed with you?

"At least you'll have it better than I did," she went on. "You and I can be friends, even if we aren't the same age. You might have it as easy as the other girls that're screwing their dads did, because you'll have somebody, you can talk to, somebody you can run around with."

"Other girls?" Joanne squealed. "You don't really mean there're other girls in McGovern's Corner who've let their fathers fuck them?"

"But there are," Robyn insisted.

"Who?" Joanne demanded.

"I... I promised I wouldn't tell," Robyn said. "Well, you better forget about that promise," came her father's voice from the doorway. "Me'n Floyd want to hear about these other girls that're screwing their old men."

"Please," Robyn begged, almost whimpering. "I just found out by accident, sort of, and I swore I wouldn't tell anybody. I... I didn't even mean to tell Joanne that she'n I weren't the only girls in town doing it."

Floyd and Ranee entered the room, each carrying two bottles of beet, one of which they gave to the girl they'd just fucked. "Come on," Ranee insisted, "I want to know who else in town here has been screwing his kid."

"I don't want to say," Robyn moaned, shaking her head.

"I don't give a damn," Ranee replied. "You can say now, or you can say after you've gone across my lap and gotten your ass beat." The scowling man turned to Joanne and barked. "Drag my belt outta those jeans and hand it here, girl."

"Don't bother," Robyn said, in a defeated voice. "It's Deni Lewis and Karen Hill, that I know of. There's others, but I don't know who."

"Shit, that ain't news," Ranee grumbled. "Everybody knows Deni Lewis and Jack Hall are gonna get married. And that Ben's been getting into Karen's pants are regular as anything."

"But they're fucking their own father's, as well as each other's," Robyn announced.

"Now what gave you that idea?" Ranee demanded.

"Ben told me, after I fainted when he told me he knew you and I were screwing," his daughter replied.

"Sheeee-iiiitttt," Ranee swore. "How the hell did he find out?"

"You bought medicine for two people from him when we had the crabs," Robyn replied. "And he knew somehow that I had 'em at that time. He just put two and two together.

"The reason he told me about him and Deni and Jack'n Karen was to calm me down," she added. "I was shook up about him knowing."

"Well, damn," Floyd mused aloud. "Just think of ol' Ben and Jack screwin' their own girls, and each other's." A big grin spread over his face as he contemplated the situation.

"Yeah, buddy," Ranee agreed. "And just think of us screwin' them two."

"How'dya figure we can do that?" Floyd demanded.

"Simple," Ranee replied. "We tell 'em we're screwin' Robyn and Joanne, then say they can screw our girls if they want, but they have to let us get next to their girls. From what Robyn's saying', they're used to swapping their girls around with a buncha others, anyway."

"Suppose they don't go for it?" Floyd objected.

"They ain't gonna want no scandal," Ranee assured him. "They're smart enough to see they ain't got a whole lot of choice. Besides, they probably like a little strange as well as the next man."

"Shit!" Floyd exclaimed. "I plumb forgot to call Billy Lee Lawler and borrow them stag movies he's got. He said they was just full of strange goings on."

"Hell, that ain't no problem, is it girl?" Ranee spoke to Robyn. "If Floyd wants to see something strange, you can do it okay, can't you?"

"I... I guess so, Ranee," Robyn mumbled in reply. She was sure she knew what he was going to propose she do and, while the idea wasn't distasteful, she was positive she would hate doing it if she had to as a spectacle for the two men.

"Whatcha mean?" Floyd asked, his interest evident in his voice.

"Ohhhh," Ranee drawled. "Robyn could make love to Joanne."

What happened next surprised Robyn as much as the two men. "I'll do it to you, too, Robyn, if you do," Joanne exclaimed.

"Have you ever done it before, honey?" the older girl asked anxiously. She'd made it with other females a few times and had always found the experience pleasurable. And, she had already entertained thoughts of getting it on with Joanne if she could. The reason she hadn't been enthusiastic about the idea when her father had hinted at it had been that Robyn had never been the aggressor when with another woman. The most she'd done had been to lick a cunt which was thrust to her face.

"A couple of times," Joanne replied, her eyes on the floor and "her upper torso turning crimson as she blushed. Robyn suddenly realized Joanne, on a bottle of beer, was halfway drunk.

"It was when we went to those overnight swimteam meets. Me and Connie DeGergio always shared a room and we used to fool around together. Then she ate me out and, after that, I liked it so much I used to do it to her to get her to do it to me."

"Did you ever do it at the same time to each other?" Robyn asked.

"No," Joanne admitted. But she shivered with anticipation which showed how anxious she was to utilize the new technique.

The faint jiggle of the younger girl's full tits was all Robyn needed to be galvanized into action. Almost before the plump mounds had ceased their motion, Robyn was on her knees before Joanne, cupping her chin in on hand and tilting her head up and back, while the other hand reached around the younger girl. As their mouths met, Robyn shuffled forward between the spreading thighs. When she stopped moving, her engorged mons veneris was pressed tight to Joanne's open cunt.

Hurriedly, Ranee left the bed where he'd been sitting and moved around to take the place Robyn had just vacated. The licentious truckdriver was in heaven, so to speak. He had always gotten a big kick out of hearing about his daughter's sexual escapades. To be able to witness Robyn's excursion into kinky sex was going to sure put some lead in his pecker, he thought.

Across the narrow space, Joanne's arms had gone around the older girl's body. As the two men watched, the towhead pulled the pink-haired girl even tighter to her.

Joanne had wondered about Robyn's hair, which was worn in almost a crewcut. It had been a relief to the little girl to see that Robyn hadn't carried her hair coloring to the extreme and that her cunthair was still a mousey brown. The DeGeorgio family had moved away and Joanne hadn't been despondent over the loss of the only girl she knew with whom she could play her lesbian games. And, even though Joanne had liked getting fucked, she had known she wasn't going to give up eating pussy if she got a chance to do so.

Robyn's lips twisted Joanne's apart. Then, before Robyn could put her tongue to work, Joanne's had thrust its way into the older girl's oral cavity. As she explored Robyn's mouth with her tongue, she slid her hands down until they were clutching the compact little ass of the older girl.

When Joanne's hands began caressing her ass, Robyn sucked on the younger girl's slim tongue and started grinding her fatten mons veneris into the slippery cunt of the other girl. Joanne groaned deep in her throat and worked her fingers harder against the resilient flesh of Robyn's saucy ass.

Since she no longer needed to keep Joanne's head up, Robyn let go of the younger girl's chin. Tenderly she ran her fingers down the taut column of the tow head's throat. Slowly she traced the contours of the other girl's shoulders. Only when Joanne gave a snort of desire did Robyn do what they both wanted.

She fitted her fingers to the audacious mound of Joanne's plump tit. As she did so, she shifted somewhat, giving the men on the other bed a clear view of her fingers flexing against the resilient mound. To Robyn's surprise and delight, Joanne's nipple rose to kiss her palm almost as soon as her fingers commenced to caress the heated flesh.

In shifting, Robyn had made it impossible for Joanne to keep both hands on her ass. The loss of that stimulation was negated, however, by the fact that Joanne dragged her hand up the older girl's side and closed it around one of her smaller tits.

As the two wanton teenagers ground their lips and midsections together, Robyn felt her cunt grow wet. Already, liquid was seeping down her thighs. She moaned into Joanne's throat and gave a harder squeeze to the younger girl's tit. In return, Joanne began moving her hand more assertively against the smaller mound of the pink-haired girl.

Joanne began worming her hot little ass backward. As she did so, Robyn had to rise from her knees to keep their mouths together. Before long, the older girl was able to get her knees on the bed. At that point, the two of them shuffled sideways until Joanne was able to lie stretched out with Robyn atop her.

"Wrap your legs around me," Robyn whispered as she kissed over to Joanne's ear and began to tongue it. When the towhead had followed instructions, she gave a squeal and started wriggling. Her cunt and Robyn's were pressed together and the union became greater when the older girl adjusted her legs.

"Ooooohhhh," Joanne moaned. "I didn't know about this either, Robyn." As she spoke, Joanne shifted her hand on the older girl's ass and, audaciously, thrust a finger deep into Robyn's asshole.

"Eeeeehh!!" Robyn squealed, the cry muffled because her mouth was against Joanne's neck. Her hips began to lift and fall frantically. As Joanne sawed the finger back and forth, the older girl's cunt hammered into hers, thrilling her more than she would have thought possible.

Robyn pulled her hand out from under Joanne and wiggled about until she could wedge it between their bodies. She tightened it around the younger girl's other tit and squeezed both of them as she started adjusting herself until she was propped up above the writhing body of the young towhead.

"OOOOHHH!" Joanne squealed as Robyn ducked her head and fastened her lips around a stiff, throbbing nipple. The older girl slashed her tongue across it as she worked her cunt in and out against the other girl's.

"Jesus!" Floyd Riley breathed. His cock was as hard as it had ever been and he knew it was going to be aching for relief by the time the two teenagers finished the lewd spectacle. But he didn't make any move to separate them so he could fuck Robyn again. She'd be eager to fuck once she and Joanne were done, he figured. And, even if she wasn't, she'd still be available.

Joanne's mouth gaped open and her fingers tightened around Robyn's pliant tit as the older girl's mouth stretched and she submerged the entirety of the younger girl's plump tit in the hot wetness of her oral cavity. As she sucked on the firm flesh, she continued to slash her tongue across the spiked nipple, until Joanne moaned hungrily.

Almost immediately, Robyn ceased her mouthing of the younger girl's tit and shifted on the bed, pushing her way upward. All Joanne did was adjust herself so their cunts remained in contact.

When Robyn dangled a tit over the younger girl's mouth, she didn't hesitate a bit. Instead she sucked the whole tender morsel into her mouth and worked her teeth and lips against it as enthusiastically as Robyn had sucked and administer labial caress to her titty.

"MMMM!" Robyn moaned as she shifted until she could wedge her hand between their crotches. Joanne had tried to follow the other girl's movements, but, when Robyn began strumming her swollen clit, Joanne settled back as she'd been.

No more than a moment or two passed, however, before the hot little towhead was working her own fingers against Robyn's wet cunt as enthusiastically as the older girl was doing. The two of them writhed against each other as they caressed the other's hard clit and rubbed each other's slippery cunt.

Before long, however, what the two horny girls Were sharing wasn't enough for them. With a hungry growl, Robyn tore herself from the younger girl's embrace and whirled around on the bed. Even as Robyn was swinging one of her legs across the towhead's body, she was thrusting her face between the stocky thighs of the younger girl.

Joanne's hands were already grabbing Robyn's ass and urging her to lower her hips. Robyn hadn't even settled her knee on the mattress before she felt Joanne's hot, eager tongue commence to delve into the swollen folds of her snatch.

As soon as she felt Joanne start to lick at her pussy, Robyn set her own tongue to voyaging up and down the pink slit of the other girl's snatch. She wiggled her ass lower, enveloping the towheaded teenager's face in hot, slippery cunt. All Joanne did was lick harder and faster.

Slipping her hands under Joanne's wiggling hips, Robyn began kneading the flesh of the younger girl's ass for the first time. She lifted her eyes a little and saw both of the men crouched at the foot of the bed. Extending her tongue to the utmost, she used her thumbs to gape Joanne's cunt open even more, then dragged her tongue up it until it was against the younger girl's swollen clit.

Robyn fluttered her tongue against Joanne's upper cunt as she used her fingers to pull the cheeks to the teenager's ass apart. For a moment she held the other girl that way, as extremely, obscenely exposed as she could be, before the eyes of the two men. But her own desires were too strong for her to deny them in order to cater to the perverted whims of the men.

Letting her hands relax, Robyn bent her head down and took Joanne's hard clit between her lips. "UUUURRRRGGGG!" Joanne moaned as Robyn commenced sucking ardently on her clit.

Golly, good golly, Joanne thought. It wasn't this good with Connie. Not even the first time when she licked me it wasn't this good. I just hope me'n Robyn get to get together alone some time, when we can do it all nice and slow, without worrying about somebody coming in and catching us that'd raise hell. All Ranee or Floyd'd do if they caught us would be fuck one, or both, of us.

As they worked their mouths lewdly against each other's hot cunt, both girls were acutely aware that they were going to get fucked hard and fast as soon as they'd made each other cum. And, because they were both looking forward to getting their twats stuffed with hard cock, they both worked to bring the other off.

Joanne didn't let Robyn do a solo clit-sucking for long. And it was the younger who shifted her mouth and thrust her tongue into the steamy wetness of the other girl's twat first. Not that Robyn was long in following. Joanne's tongue hadn't reached the depths of its penetration before Robyn's had started to probe the heated twat of the girl writhing beneath her own squirming body.

Salaciously the two teenager's tonguefucked each other. Then Robyn recalled how she'd been made to cum, mildly, when Joanne had thrust a finger up her ass. She shifted one of her hands and commenced pushing her middle finger into the younger girl's tight shithole.

The towhead's twat tightened convulsively around Robyn's hot tongue. Immediately, Robyn pulled it back and started sucking as hard as she could, savouring the taste of the younger girl's hot juices.

That taste was enough to set Robyn off and Joanne's mouth was suddenly filled with womanly cum. Greedily she swallowed and sucked harder at the pulsating twat over her mouth, drawing down Robyn's fluids just as wantonly as Robyn was sucking up those the younger girl was producing.

So engrossed were the two teenagers in sucking each other that their mouths continued to work that way even after they were tom away from each other and savagely fucked by the men.

CHAPTER NINE

As her father pulled out of the driveway at the Riley's house, Robyn sat in the front seat, deep in thought. However, her mind was not, as might be supposed, dwelling on the events that had just transpired.

Despite the fact that Floyd had fucked her as hard, as furiously, as savagely, as she had ever been fucked, fucked her so frantically that she'd been afraid she was going to be bruised internally as well as in her pussy, she wasn't recalling that memorable fuck.

No, her mind was much farther in the past than a mere half-hour ago. Robyn was thinking back to the first time she had sex with a woman, something that had happened about six months after she had started thumbing and putting out for the people that gave her a ride.

Shit, Robyn thought, as she drew closer to the car that had stopped for her. "I'll bet this is another straight ride, too," she muttered as she continued trotting along.

She had gotten a ride almost as soon as she'd started thumbing, but it had been the worst kind: An old man and his wife, both of whom had lectured her on the dangers of young girls hitchhiking. Now, as she reached out to open the door to the waiting car, she was sure she had another bad ride, for the driver of the tan VW was a woman.

"Hi," she said, flashing a smile at Robyn. The girl was clad in a narrow tubetop and tight hot-pants that displayed most of her adolescent form.

"Hi," Robyn replied, as she settled herself into the seat. Out of the corner of her eye she appraised the driver, as women are want to do. The woman was in her mid-twenties, Robyn decided, and super sexy, with real long blonde hair and a curvy figure. She was dressed in a clinging outfit that revealed her curves to the utmost. Robyn felt more than a slight twinge of envy as she surveyed the other woman's lush body. She knew, to her regret, she would never be as voluptuously rounded as the woman pulling the car onto the highway.

"You skipping school?" the woman asked.

"Teacher's meeting," Robyn replied. She never cut school, she enjoyed it too much. Even the hassles she got from the other students wasn't enough to dim her pleasure at learning.

"Where you heading?" came the next question.

Robyn shrugged. "Doesn't much matter, I'm just kicking around."

"Pretty dull around where you live, eh?"

"You know it," Robyn agreed. "And I've got funny folks. I just have to get away once in a while."

"You get high?" the woman asked.

"Sure," Robyn replied, almost indignantly. Everybody got high, even the squares.

"Don't you worry about people putting the make on you, thumbing around dressed the way you are?" the woman asked next.

"Why should I be?" Robyn replied. "I'm not exactly the type who has guys falling over each other to get next to me. I take what I can get, when I can get it."

"You don't mind if somebody wants something kinky?" the woman asked. Robyn thought she detected a tinge of anxiousness in her voice.

What's she got in mind? the girl wondered. Not that it mattered. Robyn knew better than to turn down a chance to experience a new form of sex. Ranee would take a belt to her ass if he found out she'd cheated him out of hearing about something new. "What's kinky?" she retorted. "As long as it makes me feel good while it's happening and I can walk away afterward without being cut up or injured, I'll try anything."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," the older woman mused aloud. "Would you like to go get high and have your pussy licked?"

Instantly, Robyn's nipples popped to aching erectness. Ranee didn't go for eating her, but there'd been a few times when guys who had picked her up had kissed her cunt. If they'd done more than a cursory job of eating her, she'd had no trouble popping her gun. Still, there was one thing. "I... I've never fooled around with another woman," the teenager confessed.

The driver flashed her a smile. "Don't worry about that," she said. Her hand reached out and patted Robyn on the knee, then slid higher, onto her sleek, coltish thigh. "You won't have to do anything to me unless you want to."

That was a switch. Most of the people who picked her up for sex wanted to lie back and have her do things to them. The chance to adopt the passive role, particularly in such a novel experience, was more than Robyn could turn down. "What are we waiting for?" the teenager asked. "Let's get to your place."

They were nearing an exit and the driver cut across to take it, then went over the overpass and started back the way they had come. "I live about six blocks from where I picked you up," she explained. "I was just out kicking around, like you were, hunting for somebody to have fun with."

"Just like me," Robyn added.

"Not really," the woman replied. "I didn't expect to get anybody as good as you. I rarely do." Her statement endeared her to the teenager. I... I think I'll try doing her, after she's brought me off, Robyn vowed to herself as she shifted on the seat, allowing the woman to run her hand up to the bottom of the hot-pants with ease.

Five minutes or so later, they were pulling to a stop before a high rise apartment building. And, shortly after that, they were entering an apartment near the top of the building. "Gee, what a great view," Robyn exclaimed as she moved to look out of the large window which presented a panorama of the city. "This place must cost a fortune."

"My husband is rich," the woman replied. "He's also out of town for a week," she added, as Robyn's shoulders stiffened at the word husband.

A moment later, Robyn smelled the familiar odor of grass and turned to join the woman on the couch. To her surprise, the woman was almost behind her. And she had removed her clinging dress, leaving herself clad only in see-thru, bikini underwear.

"By the way," the sexy blonde woman said, as she extended the joint to Robyn, "my name's Sylvie." As the younger girl took the joint and inhaled, the scantily clad woman moved closer, until she could slip her arm around Robyn's waist. Her fingers began kneading the resilient flesh of the slender teenager's ass, causing Robyn's nipples to stiffen and commence to swell. Within a short time, the nipples were poking dramatically against the tightness of Robyn's tubetop.

"Wha... what would your husband do if he came home unexpectedly and caught you making it with me?" Robyn inquired, more out of nervousness than curiosity.

"Depends," Sylvie answered. "If he could, he'd hop into bed with us. If you didn't want that, he'd either watch or he'd leave, if his being there disturbed you."

"He wouldn't get pissed at you?" Robyn asked, scarcely believing the words she was hearing.

"Shit, no," Sylvie replied. "He knows I was making it with women before I started getting it on with men. He's made it with me and another girl at the same time more than once. Sometimes with my cousin, or his sister, or my Mom or aunt."

"You balled your mother?" Robyn exclaimed. "Balled my father, too," Sylvie retorted. "We had a very swinging family. See, my mother was a twin and my dad's younger brother married her sister. My folks swung with them and my cousin and I found out about that and got them to let us join in. Then we got our boyfriends involved and seduced my dude's kid sister and her best friend. Then their parents got involved."

"Golly," Robyn breathed, her mind reeling at the picture of whole families writhing together in a tangle of thrusting hips, caressing hands and sucking mouths.

The joint was too small to hold and Sylvie dropped it into a nearby ashtray. "Want to do another?" she inquired. "Or can I kiss you now?" In answer, Robyn shifted, until she was face-to-face with the woman. Then she slid her arms around Sylvie's almost naked body. She tilted her head a little as she let her pouting lips part in anticipation.

Sylvie's mouth descended onto hers. But, to Robyn's delight, the older woman didn't try thrusting her tongue forward. Instead, it traced its way back and forth across Robyn's lips until the teenager tightened her arms around the woman and let her hips commence to undulate. Only then did Sylvie begin moving her tongue into the teenager's oral cavity.

It wasn't long after that that Robyn closed her mouth and sucked hungrily at Sylvie's hot tongue. The older woman was working both of her hands against the teenager's tight little ass at that point, but she shifted one almost at once. Slowly, she dragged it up Robyn's side and wedged it between them, closing it over the pert mound of one of the girl's jaunty tits. Robyn snorted and drew back her shoulder, thrusting her small tit more emphatically into the woman's caressing hand.

Unconsciously, Robyn's hands slid down Sylvie's back, until the suddenly horny teenager was cupping the supple flare of the woman's ass. They ground their midsections together as the heady kiss continued and they caressed each other with growing licentiousness.

As Robyn's tits swelled under the knowing fingers, the hot little teenager felt her pussy start to grow damp. The very novelty of being kissed and fondled by another sexy woman was turning the slender girl on a lot more than she would have even dreamed it could. Ohhhhhhhhh! Golly, I like this, I really do, she thought as she ceased sucking on Sylvie's tongue and started driving it backward, following it with her own lewd tongue.

Sylvie pressed against Robyn's knees with hers. Automatically, the teenager shifted her feet, allowing the older woman to push her thigh between hers. She clamped her legs to Sylvie's and let the undulation of her hips rub her pussy against the strong thigh.

Hungrily, Sylvie shifted the hand on Robyn's tit. She eased up the tubetop and rotated her palm over the spiked nipple, making Robyn groan with passion, deep in her throat. At the same time, emboldened by the sensual feelings rising in her trembling body, the teenager shifted a hand from the older woman's ass and fitted it around one of her jutting tits.

Breaking the union of their mouths, Sylvie stared into Robyn's face through passion-slitted eyes. "I think it's about time we moved into the bedroom, don't you?" she asked, her voice husky. Robyn nodded with such eagerness that Sylvie smiled and gave her nipple a tweak, causing the younger woman to shudder ecstatically.

Robyn hadn't really paid any attention to the furniture in the apartment, but she stopped to gasp with delight at the sight of the oversized, round bed. Sylvie, behind her, took advantage of Robyn's halt to push the tubetop up until both the teenager's tits were exposed.

While entering the bedroom, Robyn worked the tubetop off and dropped it to the floor. Her hands slithered across her flat belly and worked the hot-pants and her panties off. Totally naked, she turned to face Sylvie just as she stepped out of her panties. The woman's cunthairs were the same color as those on her head; almost white.

With a moan of desire, Robyn threw herself backward onto the bed. Swiftly she scrabbled about until she was near the center, where she lay with her arms and legs akimbo, her entire body on obscene display to Sylvie's lust-filled eyes. "OOOHHHHHH! Hurry! Hurry! PLEEEEEEASSSSSSSSE!"

Chuckling with delight, Sylvie moved across the room and entered the bed on her knees. As soon as she was able, she caught one of Robyn's feet and lifted it. "HHHHHHEEEEEE!" the hot, horny teenager squealed as Sylvie's tongue worked against the sole of her feet.

In a matter of seconds, however, Sylvie's lips had abandoned Robyn's foot to commence kissing along her supple calf. At the same time, after resting Robyn's heel against her shoulder, the older woman stretched her arms out.

One of them barely reached Robyn's tit, but it was able to caress the heaving little mound effectively. And the other had no trouble at all pressing itself to the wet, gaping slit of the teenager's pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Robyn sighed as Sylvie's fingers worked expertly upon her snatch. The white-haired woman was nibbling and kissing against Robyn's thigh by then and the girl twisted excitedly against the sheet as the lascivious mouth moved higher on her trembling leg.

When Sylvie's hungry mouth reached the top of Robyn's thigh, however, it continued to voyage upward. Robyn choked back a sob of frustration. She sensed it would do no good to try to hurry Sylvie and she expected that she would enjoy whatever it was the woman did to her.

What Sylvie did was kiss her way rapidly up to Robyn's hot, heaving little tit and slash her tongue against the engorged nipple. "OOOOOOOOOHHH!" the teenager squealed in delight. Sylvie repeated the slash of her tongue. At the same time, she caught her underaged partner's other nipple and squeezed it slightly. Still, the added stimulation was enough to make Robyn's ass lift from the bed.

To demonstrate how much she liked the way Sylvie was treating her tits, Robyn slipped her hands down her body and cupped them to the dangling tits of the other woman. Hesitantly at first, then with growing boldness, the teenager fondled the heavy tits that hung from the chest of the woman crouching above her.

Robyn's head began to roll from side to side as Sylvie's lewd fingers commenced to work against her swollen clit. "OOOHHHHH! JEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ!" Robyn sighed lustily as Sylvie frigged her.

As Robyn's fingers tightened on her tits, Sylvie opened her mouth and submerged all of the tit she'd been licking in the hot wetness of her oral cavity. As she sucked on the swollen tit, she rearranged her hand against Robyn's cunt. Now her thumb brushed against the quivering clit, while her index and little finger began scratching lightly at the puffy outer lips of Robyn's engorged cunt. At the same time, the inner two fingers started working into the teenager's twat, causing her hips to shift from side to side in ecstatic reaction.

Sylvie surrendered her liplock on the tit that had been occupying her, but quickly shifted to the other aching hillock. "MMMMMMMMM!" Robyn sighed as the older girl licked feveredly at the small, pert tit. Her own fingers slid to the ends of Sylvie's tits and commenced tweaking, squeezing and rolling the elongated nipples.

Then Robyn lifted the leg Sylvie was kneeling over and set her thigh to rubbing against the older woman's cunt. No more than a minute passed before Sylvie lifted her head from Robyn's tit and moaned with pleasure.

Suddenly she was scooting backward on the bed, maneuvering herself so that she was crouching tighter and between Robyn's wide-spread thighs. "NOOOOOOOOO!" the writhing teenager moaned as Sylvie's head started descending toward her gaping cunt.

"I thought you wanted it," the older woman said, confusion in her voice.

"I do," Robyn confessed. "But, I want to try eating you, too. If we do it sixty-nine, I think I'll have a better chance of not getting grossed-out if I end up just doing it because you are."

Sylvie levered herself up until she was lying atop Robyn. "You sweetheart," she whispered. "You don't have to do me at all. But if you want to try and you don't like it, just nudge me. I'll move. I want you to go away from here with nothing but good memories."

"I do want to try," Robyn moaned. Then she tangled her fingers in Sylvie's long, near-white hair and pulled her head down until she could mash her lips to the woman's and thrust her tongue lewdly forward.

During the kiss that followed, which quickly turned as wanton as any Robyn had ever shared, they rolled about on the bed. Finally, when they broke for air, Robyn found herself on top.

As soon as she was able, the slender teenager twisted herself about, until her head was above the junction of Sylvie's legs and her cunt was above the face of the sexy young woman.

With a groan of desire, Sylvie grabbed Robyn's ass and pulled her hips down until she could thrust her tongue into the soppy slit of Robyn's pussy.

That was all the encouragement Robyn needed. She lowered her head and sniffed. Pussy doesn't smell bad, she decided. Since she already had an idea of what cunt tasted like, because she had sucked cocks that had just fucked her to a cum, Robyn lowered her head still farther.

Experimentally, she swiped her tongue along the glistening furrow of Sylvie's snatch. The woman's hands tightened on the firm mounds of Robyn's trim little ass and she was also rewarded by an increase in the frenzy with which Sylvie was licking her cunt.

She let Sylvie set the lead, but she followed enthusiastically. By the time the two of them rolled away from each other, Robyn had licked and sucked all over the other woman's cunt. She had thrust her tongue deep into Sylvie's twat. And she had worked her tongue into the older woman's asshole.

Furthermore, she'd made arrangements to meet Sylvie sometime in the future, so she could join her in bed when her husband was there.

Robyn hadn't told Ranee about that. Nor did she ever share her further experiences with Sylvie and her circle with her father. Those were her secrets. The only times she ever lied to him was when she invented stories to explain her activities during the time she was with the Smiths. She'd even joined them one afternoon when Roger's parents and his sister had been in the bed, too.

The memory of that experience was what Robyn masturbated to most often.

CHAPTER TEN

"Here's Laurie now," Alex Wilson announced to the people assembled in the living room of the Lewis home. With the arrival of the sexy redhead, the entire group was present. "Now will you tell us what's so important?"

"Yeah, Ben," Laurie agreed as she sauntered into the room. "Why did you insist I come all the way home tonight?"

"We have a problem," Ben answered. "A very serious problem: Someone else knows about us."

"WHAT?" chorused several of the assembled group.

"How?" Sam Chilton demanded.

"From a couple of different things, I suspected that there was another father and daughter sexing each other. When I said something about it to the girl, she confirmed my suspicions. But, she got almost hysterical with fear that I'd report her.

"In an effort to calm her down, I told her that she and her father weren't the only couple doing what they were doing. At the time, I intended talking to the rest of you about them this weekend, with an eye toward bringing them into the group."

"I guess a couple of new members would be all right," Brenda Wilson mused aloud. "Who are they?"

"Let me finish, if I may?" Ben suggested. The others quieted down enough so he could go on with their undivided attention.

"Things have changed, rather drastically, however, since I talked to the girl.

"It seems her father has a friend whose wife has just left him. Additionally, she left her child, whom he never adopted, in his charge. This man gave the girl an ultimatum: She could start fucking with the idea being she'd eventually replace her mother in his bed.

* * *

"This second man, apparently, is hung rather larger than most men and he didn't want to deflower the girl for fear of hurting her. So, he and his buddy worked out a deal: His buddy got to initiate the girl, while he got to fuck the buddy's daughter."

"Jesus, it sounds like a soap opera," Laurie muttered.

"What's all this got to do with us?" Alex demanded.

"The girl, the one I talked to, inadvertently let it slip about the rest of us. She even gave them the names she knew. Now the two men are insisting that they, and their girls, be allowed to participate in our sessions.

"What names did this girl, whoever she is, know?" Louis Tyler asked.

"Just mine, Deni's, Jack's, and Karen's," Ben replied. "And her father and his friend had no idea of who else was involved. They didn't even come close with their guesses."

"So?" Jack Hall drawled. "What's the problem?"

"The others might not want to associate with these people," Ben replied. "I mean, maybe I'm being a snob, but, let's face it, we're all middle-class business men. With one exception, our daughters are college students. These people are lower-class. The older girl works, the other is still in junior high. But she won't go to college unless she gets a scholarship."

"Hey, Ben," Jack interrupted. "Why don't you just tell us who you're talking about?"

"Yeah," echoed a couple of the others, while the rest nodded their agreement.

"Okay," Ben conceded.. "The girl I talked to, who's fucking her father, is Robyn Norris. The other couple is Floyd Riley and Joanne Dawson."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Louis Tyler mused. "I can see why you might consider them a problem. They aren't exactly the sort we'd socialize with under normal circumstances."

"But these aren't normal circumstances," his daughter, Martha, observed. "We're talking about an incestuous sex-club. A group they know about and insist on joining. It looks as if we don't have any choice in the matter."

"You do," Ben retorted. "I said they only know about Jack and I and our girls. The rest of you could fade back into the woodwork, so to speak, either cut out the swapping entirely, or just do it among yourselves. That way you wouldn't be exposed or endangered."

"What kind of danger could we be in?" Karen demanded.

"I don't know how closed-mouth either Ranee or Floyd is," Ben answered. "Or whether they might say something to one of their buddies so we'd have a single man wanting to go to bed with you or Deni and threatening to expose us if you didn't cooperate."

"I don't think there'd be any worry about Ranee," Alex Wilson offered. "I'm in the same lodge he's in, and I never suspected he was screwing Robyn. If he's kept his mouth shut about it this long, I don't think he'd start running it now.

"And, I don't think Floyd would say anything," Alex added. "I do know that he's been pretty upset about his wife's leaving. That's probably the only reason why he said anything to Ranee in the first place.

"They're as close as you and Jack," the insurance man finished.

"Joanne Dawson is cute as a button," Sam offered. "And I'll bet she'd be great in the sack after she got used to screwing. I sure wouldn't mind getting next to her."

"What about Robyn, Dad?" Laurie teased her father.

Sam shrugged. "She's such an oddball, I don't know. What kind of experience had she had? From what I know about Ranee, I'd say he was pretty straight-laced where sex was concerned."

"That's a contradiction, Sam," Louis stated. "No man that's fucking his own daughter can be straight-laced."

"I mean, I figure he's the type that only screws in one position, that doesn't go down on women, that might not even like a blow-job," Sam replied.

"Robyn's had considerable experience," Ben reported. "And Ranee is more liberated than you suspect. Robyn told me that he used to take her for drives and have her finger herself so truck-drivers could look down and see her.

"And, for a number of years, he's had her hitchhike and fuck the people that gave her rides. I'd say she's as experienced as any of the girls here. Maybe even more so," he added.

"Why was he doing that?" Brenda asked.

"She was telling him about what happened to her and getting excited, then fucking her," Ben replied.

"Ooooooooooh, gross," the voluptuous girl moaned. "That's sick!"

"Didn't you used to come in and tell me about what you'd done on your dates, so I'd get turned on and fuck you?" her father asked.

"That's different," Brenda retorted. "I wasn't screwing guys I didn't even know."

"You have, though," Karen reminded her.

Before Brenda could reply to that charge, Martha said strongly: "I don't think Robyn's sick at all. I can understand what she was doing. I almost started doing it myself."

"What?" her father and a few of the others chorused.

"If Dad and I hadn't gotten involved with you," Martha confessed, "I might have gone out and offered myself to anybody who acted the least little bit like they wanted me. I understand Robyn because we're alike; we're both sort of outcasts. The rest of the kids tolerate us, but we don't have any friends. At least, I never had any."

"I'll bet Robyn's weirdness was mostly an act," Deni suggested. "If she started screwing her father when she was the same age as Karen and I, or Brenda or Laurie, and she didn't have anybody to talk to about it and all, I can understand why she'd act so different. She probably thought she was different."

"I could have ended up like Robyn if I hadn't found out about you and Karen'n Deni," Laurie said to Brenda.

"Any of us could," Karen added. "We had each other to be friends with; Robyn didn't have anybody."

"Well," Sam said, getting to his feet. "It looks like it's all settled. This weekend, when we get together, there's two more men and a couple of new girls." He stretched and yawned. "I've got a busy day tomorrow, so I'm going home. One of you ladies want to join me?"

Brenda glanced at her father, then at Laurie. "I'll screw you tonight, Sam," she said. "Laurie can go home with my Dad if she wants to get laid here instead of driving back to school."

"Sure," Laurie agreed, getting up and moving over to Alex, then hugging him to her full tits.

"Guess we'll say goodnight, too," Louis said. He and Martha rose and joined the group heading for the door. Almost immediately, Deni and Jack Hall followed.

Ben looked at Karen. "You might as well go on, too, baby," he said. "I'm still shook-up about this business. You go hop into bed with your Dad and Deni. I don't think I'd be much good tonight."

As Karen reached the lawn, she found Martha and Louis talking to her father and her best friend. "Aren't you staying with Ben?" her father asked as she approached them.

"He's depressed," she replied. "He just suggested I sleep with you and Deni."

"Always glad to have you," Jack retorted, chuckling at his joke.

"Would either you or Deni ball my Dad tonight?" Martha suddenly asked.

"Sure, I will," Karen agreed. "Why?"

"I think I know how to cheer Ben up," the mulatto answered.

"How?" the others all asked at once.

She didn't answer them, other than with a mysterious smile. But, a few moments later, when Ben asked her the same question as they stood in his living room, she said: "I've still got cherry. And I want you to take it."

"Huh?" Ben asked.

"I've been fucked," Martha stated. "Dad's cum in my mouth, I've eaten a woman. But I've never been fucked in the ass."

A smile crossed Ben's face as his cock jumped to instant stiffness in his trousers. He remembered how the sight of Martha's bikini-clad ass had so aroused him before he, or any of the other men in the group, had had a chance to fuck the slender beauty standing before him.

"I see you like the idea," Martha said as her eyes dropped to his crotch. Ben answered by reaching for her, but she danced coltishly away from him. "Get out of your own clothes," she said as she raised her hands to the top button of her camisole top.

Swiftly undoing the buttons that held the form-fitting garment to her svelte torso, Martha shook her shoulders, causing the thin top to slithered down her arms and drop to the carpet at her feet. Her small tits were already hard-tipped and swollen with desire and Ben's fingers curled at the thought of fitting to the deliciously formed mounds.

Martha's nimble fingers were undoing the opening of her shorts and Ben hurried to strip off his clothes. Still, the teenager was naked before he was. As he teetered on one foot while extracting the other from his trouser leg, Martha turned around, presenting him with a view of her trim, cute little ass.

Ben started working his remaining foot free from his trousers. As he did so, Martha bent forward from the waist, lowering her upper torso until it was perpendicular to the floor. The position accentuated the curve of her ass and made the pink slit of her cunt visible to the onlooking man.

With a snort of desire, Ben dropped to his knees behind the teenager and wrapped his arms around her sturdy thighs. Hungrily he worked his mouth over the taut flesh of her tight little ass, kissing at licking at the firm mounds until Martha squealed excitedly.

At that point, Ben shifted his hands, running one up to cup a dangling tit, while centering the other over the moist, heated flesh of the mulatto's snatch. As he massaged her cunt and tit, he commenced nibbling at her asscheeks, causing her to wiggle her sexy butt in his face.

Before long, Ben had turned both cheeks of Martha's ass wet from his kissing and mouthing of the resilient flesh. In addition, the inner surfaces of Martha's thighs had started getting damp because she had commenced leaking fluid from her twat.

Shifting his hands, Ben used his thumbs to open the girl's rear cleavage. Lasciviously, he licked up and down the crack of her ass, until Martha was shifting her weight from one foot to the other as his salacious tongue slithered up and down the crack of her comely little ass.

"OOOOOOOOOHHH!" Martha squealed as Ben's tongue was concentrated on the puckered rosette of her asshole. At first he merely licked around the tiny opening. But, gradually, he commenced working the tip of the stiffened tongue against the ring of muscle.

With his face wedged between the solid cheeks of her ass, he no longer needed to use his hands to hold them spread. One of his hands returned to chasing around her dangling tits, while the other resumed its ministrations to her hot, steamy cunt.

The new stimulation was enough to cause Martha's anal sphincter to relax. Lewdly, Ben pushed his thick tongue into her asshole. "EEEEEEEEE!" the mulatto teenager wailed as he began sawing his tongue back and forth, fucking her with it the same way he would soon be fucking her ass with his massive cock.

Martha's guts were rippling steadily with pleasure as she was sodomized by the middle-aged man's wanton tongue. Then he worked a couple of fingers into her wet twat and fingerfucked her as well. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Martha screamed, inundating Ben's fingers with her cuntal juices. Her entire body shook violently as she came harder and harder.

Ben was delighted by her reaction. It told him that Martha was going to love getting his cock in her ass. The girl would be a dedicated sodomite after he was through with her. Indeed, he suspected Martha would soon have her tongue up somebody's asshole.

So strong did Martha cum that her knees refused to support her. Indeed, only Ben's hands on her quivering body kept her falling to a heap on the floor. Ben took pity on her and helped her down until she was stretched out on the rug. Only then did he withdraw his awesome tongue from her ass.

Before Martha could begin regathering her wits, Ben had rolled her over and lifted her in his arms. She clung to him, kissing him fiercely, unmindful of the fact that his tongue had just been as far into her asshole as he could get it. By shifting her a little, Ben was able to work his thumb into her tender asshole as he carried her up the stairs and deposited her into the middle of his bed.

She was aware that he left her. Her eyes fluttered open to see him removing the lid from a jar of petroleum jelly. "Let me?" she almost whimpered as she reached out a hand. He surrendered the jar to her and she coated his massive cock liberally with the lubricant. Then, once she was satisfied, she scooped some of the jelly onto her fingers and worked it into the tight opening of her ass. "Should... should I turn over QOW?" she whispered throatily as she peered at Ben through slitted eyes.

"I could do it while you were on your back," Ben replied. "I could kiss you that way. And my pubic bone would rub your clit."

"Is that the way you put Karen or Deni when you fuck them in the ass?" Martha asked.

"Some of the time," Ben answered.

"Well, do it to me the way you do it to them most of the time," Martha replied.

"Okay," Ben agreed. "You can roll over and get up on your elbows and knees." ~ He was surprised with the swiftness with which Martha followed his instructions. As soon as she was in place, he reached out and fondled the taut hemispheres of her ass as he moved around on the bed until he was kneeling behind her, keeping her legs apart with his knees.

She wasn't quite at the right degree of elevation. Ben put a hand on the small of her back and pressed her ass lower. Using his other hand to hold her asscheeks spread, he pushed the mushroomy head of his cock toward the puckered opening of her asshole.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh," Martha moaned in anticipation as she felt the engorged head of his cock nudge the virginal entrance to her nether region. Ben shifted the hand that had been at the small of her back, slipping it under her to resume his caressing of her swollen cunt.

As he frigged her erect clit, Martha moaned and let her body go limp with delighted sensation. It was all the experienced man needed. With a savage shove, he breached her anal sphincter and drove the head of his cock into the clinging recess of her ass.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Martha yelled as he stretched her more than she'd imagined he'd do. Luckily for her, Ben was in control of himself. Once his cock was securely lodged in her asshole, he ceased his forward motion to allow her time to get used to having her shit-chute so filled.

Since he didn't need to hold her asscheeks spread, he slipped his other hand under her crouching body. Once more he ran his hand over the delicious cones of her swaying tits. That, combined with the fingers working on her snatch, soon took Martha's mind away from the pain that had accompanied his invasion of her asshole with his big cock.

Slowly, Martha began pushing her ass back toward him. Encouraged by her assertiveness, Ben started stroking his cock deeper into her bowels. "MMMMMMMMM!" the wanton teenager sighed as she felt him sinking farther and farther into her butt. "Do it harder, fuck my ass good!" she begged.

Sweat ran down Ben's face and chest as he screwed his massive cock faster and farther into Martha's clutching asshole. He shifted the hand on her cunt and drilled a couple of fingers into her clammy twat, then sawed them back and forth in time to his hard thrusts into her ass.

"HHHHIIIIIEEEEEE!" Martha cried when his heavy balls swung forward and banged against the swollen lips of her pussy. He had every bit of his eight-inch cock embedded in her ass and she loved it. It felt as if her insides were going crazy, so hard was she cumming.

The frantic twisting of her curvaceous young rump against his loins was more than Ben could endure. He gave up holding back and let his hot jism spurt into the depths of her bowel, jetting load after load of cum into the quivering mounds of Martha's ass. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" they both chorused as she slid forward and he followed her down, adjusting his body to fit the new position she'd taken. "Don't stop, don't stop," the teenager "Don't you worry, baby," Ben whispered in her ear in a raspy voice. "As long as I've admired this cute little ass of yours, you can be sure I'm going to get as much of it as I can, now that you've given it to me."

He resumed his stroking in and out of Martha's ass. As he rode his massive cock through the tight opening of her asshole, the girl moaned with pleasure and worked her hips about as best she could in the new position. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Ben, Ben," the teenager whimpered delightedly, "I love it. I just love having your big cock in my ass."

A moment later, an idea struck her. "Stop playing with my pussy," she asked. "Let me see if I can cum just from getting my ass fucked."

Ben shifted the hand which had been caressing her snatch and fondled both of her tits at once as he kept up a steady thrusting into her asshole.

As it turned out, Martha had no trouble at all cumming from being sodomized. In fact, she came twice before Ben unloaded his jizz into her bowel again.

Deni, coming in at two in the morning, found them asleep with Ben's arms around Martha and his cock still buried in her ass. From the contented smile on her father's face, she figured Martha had cheered him up as she'd said she was going to do.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Ooooohhhhhhh," whispered Brenda to Karen as the Norrises, Floyd Riley and Joanne Dawson entered the spacious living room of the Wilson home. "I just knew they weren't going to fit in." Karen nodded, knowing exactly what had prompted the chubby girl's observation. Ranee and Floyd were dressed in slacks and sport-shirts, much like the other men. Robyn and Joanne, on the other hand, were clad in dresses, while the rest of the girls had on sunsuits, or halters and shorts.

"Howdy, howdy," Ranee exclaimed as his eyes went around the room, widening as he saw who the other girls present were. Damn, he thought, all this good-looking poontang available. I sure am glad Ben figured it out about Robyn 'n me, so I could get next to them. But, shit, I can't figure out which I want first. Don't guess it much matters, I'll screw all of them before its over.

The two girls attending a group session for the first time had also been surprised when they'd seen who else was playing the type of games they were. But their nervousness disappeared faster than that of the men, for they were at the age where acceptance of the unusual came easily.

"You got any music handy, Alex?" Floyd inquired as he finished surveying the girls lounging around the room.

"Yeah, sure," Alex replied, although he was mystified. He moved over to the stereo and soon had a heavy rock'n'roll beat echoing in the room.

Robyn and Joanne moved to the center of the room and began to sway in time to the music. Gradually, as they became caught up in the music, their movements lost their stiffness and became more sensual. Slowly, both girls lifted their hands and stroked the fronts of their bodies.

The next song started and the dancing girls grew more abandoned in their contortions. Then, as their hands moved around their jouncing tits, they commenced unbuttoning their dresses. Slowly, tantalizingly, they unfastened the buttons until the thin dresses were opened to their waists.

Next, Joanne and Robyn drew the hems of their dresses up until their panties were visible, revealing that they were wearing stockings and garter belts. Of the five teenagers watching the amateur striptease, only Martha was unfamiliar with such garments. The other girls had all gone through a phase where they'd worn sexy underwear, obtained through the mail, to stimulate the men, whom they had feared were growing too familiar with them.

The two performers unfastened a stocking and worked it down a sleek thigh. The five men who were unfamiliar with the girls leaned forward eagerly, watching them undress. Having someone make a production of disrobing was a novelty since the girls who had been involved in the club usually wore as little as possible to the gatherings and removed what they wore in a matter-of-fact manner shortly after things got started.

Robyn and Joanne had bared one leg. Holding their dresses high, they swung their hips back and forth, rolling their stomach muscles in a valiant attempt at bumps-and-grinds. "Come on, you two can do better than that," Ranee ordered.

He and Floyd made their way around the room, with Ranee perching on the arm of the couch next to Karen, while Floyd leaned on the back of the chair Deni was ensconced in. The brunette could almost feel his eyes crawling over her scantily clad tits as he kept dropping them away from the dancing teenagers.

Now the two in the middle of the room were removing their other stocking. Still holding their dresses high, they danced bare-legged as the song wound down. Occasionally, a flimsily clad tit would spring into view, then disappear behind the gaped bodice of the dress.

Joanne slipped her arms from the sleeves of her dress, showing off the large tits barely concealed in a stretch, see-through bra. Sensually, the little towhead began easing the dress over her widening hips. As she did so, she moved in a way that made her tits swing dramatically.

Robyn, at the same time, was drawing her dress upward. Already she had revealed that her panties were as sheer as her bra, and the brown slash of her cunthairs was plainly visible through the nylon of her bikini panties.

It didn't take the two girls long to rid themselves of their dresses. As they tossed the garments away, they began fondling themselves lasciviously, until their nipples were distended spears stretching the cloth of their bras.

As Robyn worked her stretch-bra off, Joanne reached behind herself and undid the hooks of her upper garment. Although both bras allowed the girls' tits to be visually inspected with ease, both of them shifted the cups back and forth for a moment or two, hiding their tits somewhat at times.

"They're not as good as we were, are they?" Brenda whispered to Karen, referring to times in the past when one, or more, of the papa-swappers, as the girls referred to themselves, had done a theatrical strip for one reason or another. Karen had to agree with the voluptuous redhead, although she suspected that either Joanne or Robyn could do better than she was doing, if she were putting on a show such as they were doing from her choice, not because she had been told to do it.

The two performers finally bared their tits completely. They caught their stiffened nipples and tweaked them, then caressed their jouncing tits for several moments. After that, they began stroking their hands over their flat bellies and long thighs.

Joanne was the first to insert her hand into her panties. But Robyn was right behind her. As they swung their hips about lewdly,' the two girls caressed their cunts. The see-through panties allowed all of the others in the room to witness the girls' self-stimulation.

Robyn started to pant and gasp as she worked her fingers upon the swelling flesh of her cunt. The pink-haired girl didn't know how Joanne was reacting to what they were doing, but she was getting turned on. The years of exhibiting herself at her father's direction had conditioned her to become excited when she was being watched while doing some sexual to herself.

Joanne, too, was getting turned on by what she was doing. But she was reacting to the lengthening cocks in the trousers of the onlooking men. Actually, she knew she was exciting the girls, too, for she'd seen Laurie licking her lips appreciatively as the tall redhead had watched her fondling her tits. Joanne was already wondering if she'd get a chance to make it with Laurie. She certainly hoped so.

Both of them commenced easing their panties down. Slowly they bared their cunts to the eyes of the on-lookers. Then they set their feet solidly and used their hands to pull the lips of their pussies apart, showing off all of their snatches to the audience.

Finally, the two dancers removed their garter belts. They spun and bent from the waist, shaking their compact little asses at the assembly.

When they straightened and reversed their positions, they found they'd ended their dance just as the record clicked off.

That acted as a signal to the others and, in seconds, the air was filled with clothing as everyone else rushed to join Joanne and Robyn in a state of nakedness. Ranee and Floyd were a little disconcerted at undressing in the presence of so many others, but they didn't let their discomfort stop them from stripping.

"Come here, Joanne," Sam Chilton called hoarsely as he settled himself to the thick carpet. Without even glancing at Floyd, the little towhead scurried to the side of the balding restaurateur. Of all of the men in the room, she knew him best, for she was a regular customer of his diner. If she had to fuck, and she knew she did unless she wanted to go to a home, she figured she might as well give herself to somebody she was friendly with.

As Joanne started lowering herself to Sam's open arms, Robyn stood in the middle of the room wondering who was going to be first to thrust his hard cock into her body. She looked at the cocks on display and was relieved that none of them was as mammoth as Floyd's. She'd taken him into her twat a couple of times and had experienced no difficulty, but she was thankful she was going to get screwed by a cock which was closer to the size she normally experienced.

Jack Hall was moving toward her. With a smile, Robyn went to meet him, her arms lifting to slide around his shoulders as soon as they could. Jack caught her by her trim haunches and drew her to him, squeezing the firm flesh of her tight little ass as she let her lips go slack under his demanding mouth.

Alex had been close to the Tylers. Now he extended a hand to Martha and the coffee-and-cream colored teenager let herself be drawn to the man who was slightly shorter than she was. Louis rose and pulled Brenda up from the couch, while Ben and Laurie embraced near the steps that led down from the entrance foyer.

Floyd stepped around the chair in which Deni was seated. As his oversized cock aimed at her face, he caught the brunette by the back of the head and drew her towards his massive hard-on. Although Deni would've preferred being kissed and fondled a bit before getting down to serious sex, she didn't protest the speed at which Floyd was operating.

Opening her mouth and extending her tongue, Deni licked at the bulbous head of Floyd's cock as she reached up and cupped his nuts in one hand, while wrapping the fingers of the other around the shaft of the mammoth cock. My God, what a monster, she thought, as she realized her fingers wouldn't meet around the solid bar of flesh.

Ranee was following the tempo of the rest of the men, pressing Karen back to the couch as he poured his thick tongue into her mouth. His heavy hands roamed over her body, tweaking her distended nipples almost painfully with one hand as the other probed her cunt. When the little blonde squirmed in protest of the harshness with which he was fondling her, Ranee interpreted it as a reaction of enjoyment and continued to almost maul her flesh as he explored the interior of her mouth with his tongue.

Near the sliding doors that led to the patio and pool, Sam and Joanne were pressed tightly together, swapping tongues from one mouth to the other and back rapidly. The older man had a knee wedged between the teenager's and Joanne was rubbing her dampening cunt against his hairy thigh as he jiggled her compact little ass in his hands, making her stiff-tipped tits skitter against his chest.

Jack had settled himself against a wall and arranged Robyn across his lap. They were kissing hungrily, and the slender girl was pleased at the fact he was taking his time with her, that he hadn't started feeling her up even though her legs were open to allow him free access to her cunt whenever he wanted to caress it. However, if he was satisfied to merely have her lie across him and exchange kisses, Robyn wasn't going to complain. The times she was given a full build-up before screwing were few enough that she enjoyed them more than normal.

Louis was on his back with Brenda curled above him. As he sucked on her tongue, he fingered the heavy globe of one of her tits, causing her breathing to become deeper and faster. Brenda was glad that her first fuck of the afternoon was going to come from someone she knew. Once she'd been made to cum good, as she knew Louis would make her cum, it would be easier for the Rubenesque redhead to get it on with either Floyd or Ranee, should one of them decide he wanted her.

Floyd was trying to push his mushroomy cockhead into Deni's mouth already. The brunette, however, was resisting his attempts in favor of licking and nibbling at the mammoth prod. She was going to give him what he wanted, but not until she was ready to do so, and his attempts to speed things along irritated her more than she was letting on.

"Why don't we go find some place a little more private?" Ranee whispered to Karen as he flexed his fingers against one of her shapely tits.

"Part of the fun of having an orgy is being able to see what the others are doing," the blonde replied. She tried to use her hand in suggesting he not fondle her so harshly, but it merely increased the heaviness with which he caressed her jouncing tits. Ranee, she decided, left a lot to be desired as a lover.

"OOOOOHHHHH!' Joanne squealed as Sam's mouth voyaged down to her tits. She lifted one of the full mounds to let him get his lips to her swollen nipple and shivered as he slid a hand over her belly and onto her quivering thighs. It was only the third time the little towhead had had sex with a man, and Sam was her second partner, but she already knew she was going to like getting fucked by him more than she'd liked it when Ranee had screwed her.

"Do you like oral sex?" Sam whispered as he licked at her flushed tit.

"It's okay," Joanne replied. "I sucked Ranee off a couple of times. I didn't mind it when he came in my mouth."

"Do you like having it done to you?" Sam amplified.

"Oohhhhh, yes," Joanne moaned as she realized what his intentions were.

"Good," Sam murmured. "Ever since the other night when we found out about the four of you getting together with us, I've been thinking about getting my face between your legs. When you were in the place the other day, it was all I could do to keep from suggesting you slip around to the back so we could go into the storeroom and I could eat you."

"You should have," Joanne murmured. Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. As he started drawing more of her tit into his mouth, she commenced working her fisted hand up and down the length of the stiff cock, scratching lightly at the underside in a way that soon had him squirming against her.

Across the room, Jack had both of his big hands chasing over Robyn's small tits. This, too, was a novelty to the girl. When she offered herself to a man, he usually assumed she was so homy that he didn't need to spend much time exciting her.

Consequently, her tits normally received only a cursory fondling.

She forced Jack's tongue back into his mouth and followed it with his. As he rolled her tits about, she squirmed her trim ass into his lap, letting him know how turned-on she was becoming from his caresses.

Floyd finally succeeded in getting Deni to take his cock into her mouth. Her jaws were stretched to the utmost to accommodate the immense girth of the cock and she had to keep her hand tight around the base of the shaft to prevent him from thrusting all of the ten-inches of hard meat into her mouth at once. Deni was willing to try swallowing the head of his cock, but she wanted to get more warmed up to the task first.

At least, now that she was giving him what he wanted, he was reciprocating. One of his hands was squeezing a tit and he was brushing his fingers across the stiffened nipple of the other. Deni moaned a little at the heaviness of his caresses but Floyd interpreted it as a sign of her arousal and worked his hands harder upon her tits, actually pinching the sensitive flesh from time to time.

Karen moaned as Ranee began chewing at her nipple. "Not so hard," she whimpered as he bit down at the base of the stiffened nubbin. He had his other hand on her snatch and was massaging it forcefully. Although he was rougher than the guys she usually had sex with, he was still making Karen's ass start to squirm against the couch. This might not be as bad as I was thinking, she told herself as he started probing the interior of her cunt with a couple of fingers.

As Ranee fondled her salaciously, Karen glanced over his shoulders at the others in the room. Laurie was kneeling over Ben's legs, holding his mouth to one of her tits and wriggling her ass as he stroked her snatch. Brenda was reversed on Louis' body and they were already lustily sucking each other. Martha was curled over Alex's body, sucking on his cock as he worked fingers deep into her twat and asshole while caressing a tit with his other hand.

"Ohhhhh, hurry, Sam, hurry!" Joanne moaned. Karen directed her eyes to them in time to see the balding man finish turning around. He slipped his hands around the little towhead's hips and pulled her cunt to his mouth as she commenced to work her tongue about the mushroomy head of his cock.

Robyn was moving one of Jack's hands down to her open cunt. As much as she liked having him devote his full attention to her tits, she knew she wouldn't be able to spend as much time letting him play with them as she wanted. We have to finish close to when the others do, or Ranee might get pissed off, Robyn told herself.

Floyd was pulling Deni up from the chair. She clung to him and tried to kiss him as the slippery flesh of his cock pushed between her thighs, but he avoided her mouth and ducked his head to seize on one of her large tits while manuevering her to her back on the carpet.

Across the room, Martha was swinging a leg across Alex's body. "MMMMMMM!" the mulatto girl sighed as she rubbed the wet head of Alex's cock between her swollen cuntlips.

Ben was manuevering Laurie around until she was on her hands and knees, with him behind her. Karen could tell when he thrust his cock into the redhead's twat by the expression of pleasure that crossed her face.

"OOOOOHHH!" Robyn squealed, her hips snapping up under Jack's ministrations to her swollen clit. It seemed incredible to her that someone was actually going to make her cum before sticking his cock into her twat. But she wasn't going to complain. No indeed, she was enjoying herself too much to even think of suggesting that he progress at a faster pace.

"UUUNNNHHH!" Deni groaned as Floyd drove the bloated head of his cock against the dilated opening of her twat. She wiggled her hips frantically under him in an attempt to tell him he had to get her wetter before she could accommodate such a large cock. Unfortunately, he simply took her writhing as encouragement and pounded harder at her snatch until he had embedded the glans of his cock in her cuntal passage.

Ranee was maneuvering Karen down to her back and moving between her thighs. Because he'd played with her pussy, she was able to accept him into her twat without difficulty, although she wished that he would fondle her some more before starting to fuck her.

Joanne wasn't sure whether she was going to be fucked or not. Oh, she knew she'd be screwed before she left the house, but she wasn't sure if Sam was going to fuck her. From the way he was eating her and writhing under the effects of her untutored mouth on his cock, she was getting the idea they might make each other cum the way they were doing. Not that it mattered to Joanne. She was sure she'd find pleasure in what she was sharing with Sam, and she knew there'd be other times when he did fuck her. Her head bobbed steadily up and down over his cock as she ground her swollen cunt against his mouth.

"Now," Robyn gasped, "now!" Her body was bent in an arc and it quivered violently as Jack's fingers made her cum. Swiftly he manuevered her onto the floor and swung over her. She threw her legs high into the air and rested her heels against his shoulders as he sank his cock into her with one hard thrust. To her delight, he mashed his mouth to hers and worked his tongue deep into her oral cavity as he stroked in and out of her twat while massaging the taut flesh of her ass. Golly, she told herself, this is going to be one of the best fucks I've ever had.

Deni's head was lolling about as Floyd worked his mammoth cock deeper into her clinging twat. Why didn't you get me hotter? the brunette asked silently as he closed his hands around her big tits and commenced kneading them hungrily. For the first time in a long time, Deni wondered if she was going to cum from a fuck. The way Floyd was stroking faster and faster into her, she began to suspect he was interested simply in getting his own gun and he might not keep fucking her once he unloaded into her twat.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Fortunately for Deni, it took Floyd more time to cum than it did most time. Furthermore, he held himself above her for a few minutes after shooting off into her twat. That allowed her to work her cunt up and down around his massive cock until she'd brought herself off.

Of course, the fact that Floyd had such an oversized cock might have helped Deni get off. Although she knew full-well technique was more important than size, Deni suspected having her pussy packed so extra-tight with cock could have had an effect on the intensity of the cum which shook her.

When she recovered and sat up, the busty brunette discovered that she and Floyd had been the center of more attention than was normally paid people fucking at the parties. Deni could understand Joanne's avid curiosity: The towheaded teenager had just lost her cherry and would, therefore, be extra-interested in sex in all of its forms. And she could understand why the other girls who had been members of the group would be watching so intently: One of them was going to be getting fucked by Floyd's gigantic prong before long. However, she couldn't figure out why Robyn was staring at her, since she knew the slender girl had been fucked by the mammoth cock. Nor could she understand why the men were so interested in her getting fucked.

The answer to that was simple: All of the men were a little apprehensive about fucking somebody who had just had her twat filled with a cock so large. Indeed, Alex was already planning to play sixty-nine with Deni if she should be his partner during the next round.

"Come on, everybody," Brenda said, hopping to her feet, "let's go hop in the pool and cool off before the next go-round." Something had told the voluptuous redhead that Deni was uncomfortable being the recipient of so many stares. Suggesting a swim was the only way that she could think of to take people's minds away from the couple recovering on the floor.

With varying degrees of enthusiasm, the others rose and followed Brenda out of the room. Ranee, Robyn and Joanne hung back a little, until they saw that the pool area was surrounded by a high fence that insured total privacy. Then Joanne burst past the others and did a racing dive into the pool. That broke the ice and, by the time Deni and Floyd emerged from the living room, the rest were all cavorting in the water.

Gradually, the men climbed out, leaving the pool to the girls. Alex brought out a couple of six-packs of beer and had to return to the kitchen when he discovered that Robyn and Joanne drank, too. Not that he minded. Whenever there was a party, whoever was host always got a couple of cases from Sam, who passed them along at cost.

Since the others were making no move to go back inside, Joanne dove into the pool again. Several others joined her and, for a while it was like any normal party around a pool, except everybody was naked.

Then Martha climbed out of the pool and stood before Jack bent over from the waist as she twisted water out of her hair. The sight of her sharp-tipped tits swaying in front of her eyes aroused the small, wiry truckdriver. "How about it?" he asked the mulatto, "you ready to get it on again?"

"Sure," Martha agreed. Screwing was still such a novelty to her that she was always ready to ball even while the others, more jaded than she, were still thinking about getting back in the mood.

Jack pushed himself to his feet and held out his hand to her. Eagerly, Martha let him draw her closer, until they were touching. She lowered her mouth to his and rubbed her conical tits against his chest as he fondled and kneaded the firm flesh of her tight little ass.

As he watched his buddy and the Negress kissing and fondling each other, Floyd knew who he wanted to get with next. "Hey, Laurie," he called, waving to the tall redhead as she floated in the water, "let's go back inside."

"Okay," she replied, rolling over and swimming toward him. Floyd watched with eager eyes as she climbed out of the pool and shook water from her hair. He liked women with good-sized tits and Laurie's were as spectacular as Deni's. If Floyd hadn't been so interested in seeing if he could really get a blow-job by asking for it, he would have played with Deni's tits until she would have had no room to complain about not being aroused enough.

Even as Floyd slipped an arm around Laurie's shoulders to pull her to him for a kiss, his other hand was reaching for one of her solid tits. He kneaded the flesh roughly, almost hurting her, as Laurie sucked on the tongue he drove deep into her mouth.

Karen emerged from the pool and flopped down on one of the mats scattered around. Almost before she'd settled herself into a comfortable position, Alex was seating himself next to her. As he rested a hand on her belly, the little blonde gave him a smile of encouragement and he shifted his hand to begin stroking her tit.

At the other end of the pool, Brenda was sprawled on a chaise lounge with her feet resting at the end of it and her knees canted outward. Ben pulled himself out of the pool and licked his lips in an exaggerated manner as he eyed the gaping flesh of the chubby redhead's snatch. Brenda winked at him and pushed her ass up into the air in invitation. Both of them knew who their next partner was going to be and were pleased.

"Let's go fuck, Sam," Deni whispered as she came up to him at the shallow end of the pool. The short, balding man smiled and patted her lightly on her curvaceous ass as they moved toward the steps. Sam had enjoyed his time with Joanne, but now he wanted to contrast her youthful enthusiasm with real experience.

When Robyn emerged from the pool, she found Louis waiting for her with a towel. "Thanks," she murmured as she took it and dried her hair a little. While she did so, she eyed the man's hard cock. It was going to be the first time she'd had sex with a black person and she found herself looking forward to it more than she usually did.

Joanne looked around and realized, with a start, that everyone else had paired off. "I guess it's you and me, huh?" she said to Jack, who was floating near her with his elbows hooked onto the edge of the pool.

"I was hoping I'd end up with you, you're such a pretty little thing," the burly man replied. Joanne's heart warmed to him at that, for she knew she wasn't really as good-looking as he had said. Her hair was too light and coarse, her nose too prominent and her chin was a little weak. Actually, as far as she was concerned, her only good points were her tits, and they weren't that big. It was just that she was short and small-boned, so her tits seemed larger than they really were when contrasted with the rest of her.

Jack stood, the water coming to the top of his belly. Joanne wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung, like a monkey, as he kissed her, his tongue delving around in her mouth until she snorted and commenced sucking on it.

"Let's go inside and be comfortable, huh, baby?" Ranee asked Martha as he ended the kiss they'd been sharing. To his relief, there hadn't been anything unpleasant about necking with a colored girl; something he'd wondered about before approaching her. In fact, the reason he had approached Martha had been curiosity about how sex with someone of another race would be.

Floyd, too, was steering his partner toward the interior of the house. By then he had worked his heavy hands over both of Laurie's tits and she had lost a little of the enthusiasm with which she'd approached him. Laurie had hoped that Floyd's technique would be as impressive as his cock. Unfortunately, Laurie had found the way with which he'd handled her almost offensive so harsh were the caresses he'd delivered.

Still, the lusty redhead knew that she couldn't call a halt to things. She would just have to go through with the matter she had started and content herself with the knowledge that unless she happened to draw Ranee as a partner the next round she'd have a better time the next time they switched partners.

Ranee had already steered Martha to the couch. Floyd guided Laurie over to an overstuffed chair and sank into it, pulling the tall redhead down into his lap as he did so.

When Robyn pulled back a little from Louis, she saw Alex and Karen were wrapped in a torrid kiss and embrace on the farthest mat and Sam was sucking Deni's tit as he caressed the other and stroked her snatch on the nearer pallet. On the chaise, Brenda had shifted enough to make room for Ben, who was fondling both of her large tits as he kissed about her face, ignoring her slack, pleading mouth.

"Can we get to a bedroom without going through the living room?" Robyn asked Louis, whose hands were continuing to work on the taut flesh of her small asscheeks. She wanted to avoid the living room if she could, because she didn't know how Ranee would react to the sight of her and Louis together. Robyn knew her father had played football with the handsome veterinarian, but Ranee made it clear he disliked most blacks.

"I'm not sure," Louis replied. "But, why don't we do something really different. I was reading this book the other day and these people did it in a swing." As he spoke, Robyn shifted in his arms and followed his gaze. At the rear of the house was a long outgrown swing set which somebody had raised the seat on to an adult's height.

"Wow!" Robyn exclaimed, "I never even thought of doing it in a swing before. Yeah, let's try it."

She almost ran towards the plaything, practically dragging Louis after her. The coffee-colored man laughed at her enthusiasm and pulled her to him for another hungry kiss when they reached their destination. This time, he worked a hand between them and traced the curves of her tits as his tongue dueled with hers in the heated depth of her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," Joanne sighed as she pulled her lips away from Jack's. She still had her arms and legs wrapped around him and he'd been caressing the tight halfmoons of her compact ass as they'd kissed. "Take my hands," she asked as she looked at him.

He did as she'd requested and she dropped back until she was floating. Her tits glistened above the water. Jack didn't have to be told what she wanted. He reached out and cupped his hands to the glistening mounds, rotating his palms across the nipples until they rose to full erectness.

As she floated before him, Joanne's pussy rubbed against the stiffness of Jack's cock. She found that, by tightening and loosening her legs around him, she could change the amount of contact between his cock and her cunt and that doing so was almost as effective as having a hand stroke her cunt.

Louis twisted himself into the swingseat and arranged Robyn so that her legs were dangling to the earth next to each other. As they swapped tongues, he caressed one of her tits and rubbed her ass, which was totally accessible the way she was sitting. Robyn luxuriated in the attention being paid her. She would have accepted Louis' cock as soon as he'd sat down, if he'd wanted to commence screwing then.

Inside the house, Laurie whimpered as Floyd closed his teeth against a stiffened nipple and commenced to suck and chew hungrily. He was squeezing the other tit harshly and his free hand was running up and down her thighs, pinching and kneading the flesh. In an effort to prevent him from knowing that she didn't like the way he was fondling her, and to get him to speed things up so she could find a more satisfactory lover, Laurie reached down and began caressing the swollen head of his cock with a hand.

"OOHHHHHHH!" Martha moaned from across the room. Ranee had submerged the entirety of one of her small tits in his mouth and was wrenching his head about as he sucked violently on the resilient flesh. He was by then sawing three fingers in and out of the teenager's twat although he hadn't really played with her clit enough to get her ready.

Indeed, what few caresses Ranee had bestowed upon Martha's clit had seemingly been given by accident. He had rubbed his hand up and down the length of her snatch a number of times, but had ceased doing that too soon as far as the mulatto girl was concerned.

Martha reached down and caught Ranee's tightly sacked balls in her hot hand. As he twisted her tit savagely about with his mouth, he pinched at her squirming ass with the other hand, causing Martha to writhe in indignation beneath him. Still, she was smart enough to realize that she had, probably, been lucky in her sex partners in the past and that, in all likelihood, most of the men she might end up fucking would be more like Ranee was. After all, she reminded herself, Harry wasn't exactly gentle, either.

Jack had leaned over Joanne as they sported in the water. The little towhead hooked her fingers together at the back of his neck and drew her shoulders out of the pool to press her mouth to his. As she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, she was rewarded by his taking her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and starting to roll them easily about. Hey, Joanne told herself, fucking dudes might even be better than playing sixty-nine with a girl. Particularly with a dude like this guy. I'd sure like it better with Ranee if he didn't act like he was trying to tear the tits right off of my chest when he worked on 'em.

Over at the swing, Robyn had moved of her own volition. She had scrambled around until she'd gotten her knees on the swing on either side of Louis' hips. With her back straight, her tits had been at the same level as his mouth and he'd been quick to commence licking and kissing at the sprite little mounds.

One of his hands kept his mouth company at Robyn's tits. The other went around her and fondled her trim little ass some more, until Robyn caught it and directed it to her soggy cunt. Even then, Louis explored her thighs before really beginning to play with the swollen meat of her pussy.

"Ummmmmmmm," the pink-haired girl moaned as Louis began strumming a finger against the underside of her clit. Shit on Ranee, Robyn thought, I don't care if he doesn't like it, this guy can fuck me again any time he wants to.

In fondling her cunt, Ranee somehow made contact with Martha's swollen clit. As he rotated it about, she thrust her ass high into the air and weaved it in tight little circles. Mmmmmm, she thought, keep that up for a while, get me good and hot for you.

Despite the fact that she groaned in protest when he stopped, Ranee still swung between Martha's thighs and moved his hand away from her snatch. "Ooooohhhh!" she squealed as he drove his cock to the depths of her twat with one hard shove, then began fucking her with long, hard strokes. As he sawed his cock in and out of her, Ranee pinched at the mulatto's ass with one hand while twisting and squeezing a tit with the other.

Across the room, Floyd was leaving the chair and stretching Laurie out on the floor. "Uuuunnnhhh," she groaned as he forced the massive head of his cock into her twat. Despite the fact he'd worked her up until her pussy was slippery with her fluids, the redhead still hadn't been ready, psychologically, to begin fucking. It was too late for her to say anything, however, for Floyd was steadily drilling his mammoth cock deeper into the soft, hot flesh of her pussy.

Outside, Alex had maneuvered Karen around until she was on her hands and knees. He was behind her, his hands under her twisting body, fondling her swaying tits as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

Down at the other end of the pool, Ben had shifted and draped Brenda's legs over his shoulder. The chubby redhead was moaning steadily as he ran his tongue up and down the slit of her cunt while flexing his fingers against the plump mounds of her tits.

"OOOOHHH!" Robyn cried as she suddenly thrust herself down over Louis' cock. Even as she was settling herself, he was straightening his legs and moving backward, until his toes barely touched the ground. Then he lifted his legs and let the swing move forward.

He and Robyn used their feet at first to get going good. But, before long, they could keep the swing moving just by shifting their legs as they went back and forth in the air. "This is super, just super," Robyn whimpered as the motion of the swing made Louis' cock move at strange angles in her twat.

Joanne used the muscles she'd developed swimming to pull herself up Jack's frame until she could feel the head of his cock nudging between her cunt lips. She clung to him with one arm and her legs as she reached down and guided his cockhead back until it was at the entrance to her twat. "AAAAAHHH!" she sighed as she started sliding down around the massive cock.

Once his cock was firmly embedded in the little towhead's cunt, Jack walked over to the shallow end of the pool, then sat down on the top step. Inventively, Joanne shifted until her knees were in his armpits and her feet were flat on the apron of the pool. She snorted and gurgled as she worked herself up and down over the impaling cock. As she did so, Jack added to her pleasure by continuing to fondle her pert tits and delicate rump.

Karen shook her head and looked around. Sam was stretched out on his back, caressing Deni's tits as she rose and fell over his stiff cock. Out of the comer of her eye she could see her father screwing Joanne and, from the look on his face, he was enjoying the underaged girl immensely.

Ben had ceased to eat Brenda and his hips were now swinging in and out to hers. From the way he had her legs bent back over her torso, Karen suspected that he might be fucking the rotund girl in the ass. And, indeed, that was exactly what Ben was doing. To his surprise, Brenda had suggested he fuck her that way.

"AAAAHHHH!" came a cry from inside the house. Despite the crudeness with which he handled her body, Ranee had still made Martha cum. He battered away at her cunt as it convulsed around his cock, but, to her dismay, when he started to cum, he yanked his cock from her still convulsing twat and shot his jism onto her rippling belly.

Laurie, too, was cumming. But Floyd had fucked her so hard she didn't have the breath to cry out. All she could do was shudder wildly under him as he ground his loins into her cunt and dug his fingers into her ass so hard she was sure she'd bear bruises for several days.

To Robyn's delight, as her twat start going crazy, Louis shot a load into her twat. They both screamed with ecstasy. A moment later Joanne added her shrill cry of pleasure to theirs. Then Deni gave vocal proof of Sam's effectiveness and Karen keened the arrival of her cum as Alex's jism spurted into her twat.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Yeah, yeah, we will. Right. Good-bye," Karen said as her father came into the living room after depositing the trash at the curb for pick-up. As she twisted to hang up the phone, the scissoring of her legs shifted the hem of her shorty gown so much that Jack was treated to an unobstructed view of her cunt. He'd been on his way to the kitchen for a beer, but stopped in his tracks to gaze at the soft hairs and succulent flesh between his daughter's shapely thighs.

"That was Laurie," the compact little blonde reported. "I've talked to Deni and Martha, too. And we all agree that something has to be done about Ranee and Floyd."

"I thought they got taken care of pretty well this afternoon," Jack quipped. "You and Deni took on each of them, and Martha and Laurie made it with them, too."

"No, Daddy," Karen corrected him. "None of made it with them. They didn't even think about us as people. We were just tits and asses and cunts for them to amuse themselves with. And their idea of fun is a little too rough for me or the other girls.

"Well, I don't know about Brenda, or Robyn'n Joanne," she conceded. "But none of us that screwed those two this afternoon are looking forward to balling them again. Not voluntarily."

"What's the matter with them?" Jack asked, his voice showing concern.

"They pinch. And bite," Karen said.

"Hell, so do I," Jack observed.

"Yeah, once in a while. And it stings a little when you do it. They do it all the time. And it hurts. I'm still sore in a couple of places where they grabbed hold of me. I don't know if it's that they just don't realize how much pressure they are using, or if the women they're used to making it with like it that rough.

"But," she added vehemently, "if the next time I ball one of them isn't better than the two times this afternoon, I won't have anything to do with either of them again.

"And neither will the others. Laurie just said that if a guy she dated treated her the way Floyd did, she'd have kicked him in the nuts as soon as she'd been able. And that she probably would've stomped on his face afterward."

"Are they really that crude?" Jack asked.

"I've been out with guys that had just started dating, that didn't even really know what it was all about; and been treated with more gentleness and concern.

"You know," she continued angrily, "that sonofabitch Floyd didn't even kiss Deni the first time they were together. He just stripped and shoved his cock in her mouth. And he didn't feel her up worth a damn, either, before he fucked her. She said it's been years since her pussy got sore from fucking, but it's sore now.

"And another thing," she railed. "They don't eat women! But they want their cocks sucked.

"And I know I've sucked cock lots of times when I wasn't being eaten. But before I always knew I could be eaten if I wanted. I can with those clowns. I tried playing sixty-nine with Floyd and he just pushed me away. He said he wasn't a pervert."

"Sounds to me like somebody ought to talk to them," Jack observed.

Karen shifted around in the chair until her feet were on the floor. Then she stretched, arching her back. The movement drew her gown up onto her flat belly, revealing her pussy to him again. Despite the fact that he'd gotten fucked twice, once by the tightest pussy he'd had in a long time, and then played sixty-nine with Martha, Jack's cock rose as he gazed at Karen's cunt.

His eyes ran up her body to the shapely little mounds of her tits. Karen had the type of body that would still look youthful when she had kids as old as she was at the moment. And, despite the fact that he'd been screwing her for years, Jack still got homy for her when he saw her posed as she was now.

"Would you, Daddy?" she asked suggestively. She drew her shoulders back to make her tits stand out more prominently.

"Would I what, Kitten?" he asked, reaching up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"Talk to Ranee and Floyd," his daughter replied.

"Why me?" he countered. "Why not Ben? He's the one that got them involved."

"They'll listen to you," Karen stated emphatically. "You're the guy who whipped everybody in town when you were a kid. You might be a boss now, but you still do hard work, the kind they understand. They might think being a druggist, or a salesman, or restaurateur was sissy work. But they can't say that about a man who can get on a bulldozer and run it all day long, like you've been doing."

Which was just what Jack had spent the last two weeks doing. His landscaping and gardening company had been low bidder on a new hotel project and had contoured the golf course adjacent to the hotel.

"Well, I guess I could say something to them," Jack mused. "Think I could get a reward if I promised to do so?"

"Why, Daddy?" Karen teased, tossing her hips at him in an exaggerated manner as he dropped his shirt to the floor and kicked off his shoes. "You wouldn't want to do anything improper with me, would you?"

"Anything I do with you is going to be done properly, you can be sure of that," Jack told her as he began undoing his belt.

"Mmmmmmm," Karen murmured as she hopped to her feet and stripped off her shorty-gown just as he shoved his trousers and shorts to his feet and stepped out of them. "Shall we use your bed or mine?"

"Why don't we take a shower together and decide after that?" he suggested as she moved closer to him.

"That sounds fine," Karen answered. Still she slipped her arms around him and pressed her trim little body to his as she rose on tiptoe and drew his head down until they could mesh their lips together. As soon as her lips touched his, her tongue thrust forward, entering his mouth and exploring avidly.

For a second Jack's hands stayed at his sides. But only for a second. Then they rose and cupped the firm mounds of her ass. As Karen rubbed herself against him, he worked his fingers against the resilient flesh, until Karen moaned deep in her throat.

One of his hands stayed on her ass, the fingers venturing into the crack between the tight cheeks. The other slipped up her side. Without breaking the kiss, Karen shifted until he could wedge a hand between them and fold those fingers around a pointy tit.

Slowly, tenderly, he caressed the swelling mound. Karen's nipple rose and stretched until it was so full it was almost aching. She ground her hips into his, rotating his stiff cock between their naked bellies as he explored the depths of her rear cleavage.

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, Daddy," Karen sighed as he took his mouth from hers and kissed across her cheek to her ear. "It's always so good when it's you and me, always so good," Karen moaned as he nipped at her earlobe, then stuck the tip of his tongue into her ear.

As Karen squirmed in his embrace, Jack tightened his hand a little on her tit. In response, she drew back her shoulders to push the firm mound more assertively into the palm of his hand.

Despite the fact that he was hoping to soon be married to her best friend and that Karen and Ben would probably follow him and Deni to the altar, Jack still knew that he'd keep screwing Karen whenever he had the chance. Marriage wouldn't stop them. Hell, he'd had both of them in bed at the same time so many times he'd lost count. He'd just keep on screwing them both at once now and then, just as Ben would. The two girls spend as much time at the house next door as they did at their own, getting married wouldn't change that. It would only shift the house that was theirs.

As he continued to caress her aching tit, Karen worked a knee between his and commenced to rub her pussy against his hairy thigh. Already her clit was expanding and her snatch was growing damp and itchy as she thought about fucking her father. Karen really loved the way he threw his meat to her when they had gotten down to the nitty-gritty.

And the way he took care of the preliminaries was nothing to complain about either. Not as far as Karen was concerned.

"HHHHEEEEE!" the teenaged blonde squealed as her father's exploring fingers located the puckered rosette of her asshole and pushed inside. Ohhhhhhh, I just love it when he plays with my ass like this, Karen thought as she dropped a hand from his shoulders and started tracing the contours of his big cock.

Jack started maneuvering her to the floor. Karen cooperated eagerly and soon she was stretched out on her back with him in a crouch above her. His knees were spread, keeping her thighs as far apart as possible. He had to shift -his hand, but he did so and soon he was fingerfucking her asshole once more. But now as the finger sawed in and out of the clutching hole, his wrist was rubbed against the gaping flesh of her obscenely opened cunt.

He kept on playing with her tit, although now it was the one which had been neglected before. The other wasn't ignored, however. Jack's mouth traveled down Karen's slender throat and moved onto the quivering flesh of her tit. "Mmmmmmmm," Karen murmured as her father licked at the flesh of her tit.

She cupped and jiggled his tightly-sacked balls, then slid her fingers around the shaft of his massive cock and started to move her hand up and down. As she jerked slowly on his cock, Jack opened his mouth and took her flinty nipple inside.

"Mmmmmmm," his lovely blonde daughter sighed as his tongue slashed across the burgeoning nipple.

When her hand reached the top of his cock, she started petting and squeezing the spongy head. Jack shifted his hand a bit and worked his thumb into her twat, while continuing to fingerfuck her asshole. He nibbled and sucked at her swollen nipple until she arched that side of her torso off the rug in an effort to encourage him to take more of her tit into his mouth.

To her delight, he did as she wanted and she sighed lustily as he submerged the entire shapely mound in the wet heat of his oral cavity. Her ears filled with the ragged sound of their breathing and the squishy noises that came from his hand moving against her swollen, soggy pussy.

Suddenly, with a strength her compact body belied, Karen forced her father onto his back. Wantonly she twisted in his embrace until her tongue could emerge and make contact with the leaking glans of his massive cock.

Slowly, tantalizingly, the blonde teenager worked her lips and tongue along the broad shaft of her father's big tool. Once she'd coated the entire length of the cock with saliva, she ducked her head and began lapping at his hairy balls. And, when they had been thoroughly coated with dampness, the wanton little teenager pulled them into her mouth and sucked lasciviously on them.

"Turn around," her father rasped. "Let me eat your sweet cunt."

Eagerly, Karen manuevered herself until she was on her elbows and knees. Then she swung a leg across her father's chest, presenting her juice- slickened snatch to her mouth. He worked his big hands against the taut flesh of her ass as his tongue pushed into the soggy maw of her pussy.

Almost immediately after Jack commenced licking at her cunt, Karen released his balls and lifted her head. Deftly, she popped the swollen glans of his cock into her hot mouth and sucked lewdly on it. As she did so, she cupped his balls once more and jiggled them in her fingers.

Karen had lost count of the number of times she'd sucked cock since being introduced to the practice years before. But all that experience hadn't made her jaded. She still went down on a man with the same fervor she'd displaced when her enthusiasm had been the only thing she'd had going for her when it came to giving a blow-job.

Now, however, she knew what to do. She moved her jaws in a way that churned the head of her father's cock in her mouth, making him lick faster at her swollen pussy. "GGGRRRUUUGGG!" Karen gurgled as she stabbed the tip of her tongue at the tiny opening in the mushroomy glans of her father's cock.

When his tongue started concentrating on her swollen clit, she pushed her head down farther and farther. Before long, the head of Jack's cock was at the entrance to her throat. And, still, the compact little blonde pushed her head downward until the head of her father's cock was embedded in her throat and her lips were pressing against the wiry hairs of his crotch.

"GGGRRRMMMFFF!" the teenager snorted as her father's tonguefucking stirred her passion to an even higher degree. The way he was going, he was going to make her spill her juices into his eagerly sucking mouth at any moment. Of course, she'd cum in his mouth hundreds of times and knew he liked the taste of her cuntal fluids as much as she liked the taste of his jizz. And Karen loved the taste of a man's cum—any man's cum.

Her belly rippled and her tits squirmed against his belly as his insidious tongue probed and licked at the depths of her twat. "OOOOHHHH!" Karen cried, lifting her mouth clear of her father's big cock. "OOOHHHHH! I... I... I'MMMMM CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"

Jack sucked avidly at her pulsating pussy, drawing the hot fluids from his daughter's snatch. She was pouring out her juices so abundantly that his face was becoming wet with them but he didn't care. If anything, he liked that, for he knew Karen would lick his cheeks and chin clean as they kissed while he fucked her.

All at once, Karen was pulling herself away from him. She scrambled about on the floor until she was on her back, her legs thrown as far apart as possible. "Come on, Daddy," she implored, "stick that beautiful big cock into me and fuck me good."

In a flash, he was above her, the head of his cock pressing at the dilated opening of her pussy passage. "HHHHHEEEEE!" Karen squealed as her father drove his eight-inch cock completely into her snatch with one thrust.

She flipped her legs into the air and folded them across the small of his back, pushing his crotch tighter into her soggy cunt. "Mmmmmmm, Daddy, Daddy," she crooned as she set her tongue to lewdly licking her own hot juices from his face. Karen loved the taste of pussy almost as much as she loved the taste of a man's cum.

Her pert little ass rotated wildly as she writhed under her father, trying to encourage him to throw his cock to her hard and fast. But that wasn't how Jack wanted to fuck her and he ignored the feverish tossing of her hips to stroke his cock in and out of her cunt at a slow, steady tempo.

After a while, when she realized he was going to fuck her the way he wanted, Karen settled herself to his rhythm. She threw her hips up to meet his descending cock, then ground her trim ass into the thick shag of the carpet as he pulled back. Each time he withdrew from her, she tightened her grip on him with her arms and legs, out of a fear that he was going to pull completely out of her twat.

Of course, if he'd told her he wanted to change the position they were screwing in, she would have shifted as he desired. Indeed, if he had said he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she would have only positioned herself to make her asshole accessible to him. Karen was totally uninhibited when it came to sex, and there was nothing she'd done that she hadn't liked. Her ass had been fucked more times than she could remember and she had always enjoyed a big cock reaming out her shitter.

Although he was aware of that, and hadn't had his cock in Karen's tight little ass for almost a month, Jack wasn't planning to fuck her there. He just wanted a long, steady fuck; one that would let her pop her gun a couple of times before he unloaded.

To insure that Karen got the maximum pleasure from their screwing, he reached under her and started working a finger up her ass again. It was enough to set her off and her twat went wild around his cock, clutching and squeezing as she kicked her feet about in the air and gurgled with ecstasy.

The longer Jack fucked her, the harder it became for him to hold back. Gradually, he started throwing his cock to her faster and harder. Karen matched him each time he increased the tempo at which he was riding his big cock into her well-lubricated twat.

Then he froze above her and she felt his cock swell inside her pussy. "OOOOOOHHH!" she squealed as she felt him begin spraying her twat with jizm.

They lay limply next to each other once he'd finished shooting off into her pussy. Finally, Jack pushed himself to his feet and reached out a hand to her. Since she weighed less than one hundred pounds, he had no trouble pulling Karen up to stand beside him.

"We kind of got carried away, didn't we?" he teased. "I thought we were going to take a shower and decide whose bed to screw in."

"Well, we can still do that, can't we?" Karen teased in reply.

They dropped their eyes to his deflated cock. But both knew her tutored hands and mouth could soon return the dangling cock to a state of erection, and that he'd be able to fuck her for a good, long time once she'd done so.

"Yeah, baby, we can still do that," Jack agreed.

With their arms around each other's waist and their hands stroking each other's ass, father and daughter crossed the room and mounted the stairs to the bath. It was still early and both knew that the other was looking forward to at least another hour of sex before beginning to even think of sleep.

And, Karen thought, happily, there's always the morning. We can screw before we go to work.

THE END