Mother's Little Whore
by Unknown
(IT-120)


FOREWORD 

Daddy had two beautiful children, and after he became widower, he had a 
scheme. Daddy always had a scheme, but this one he thought was particularly 
brilliant. Daddy decided that he was going to get his son and his daughter 
to prostitute themselves, for big money! 

Yes, he wanted little Marcy to accept the cocks and mouths of strange men. 
He expected his son Larry to plow lonely ladies who had the money to afford 
such things. 

And Daddy planned to just relax, and watch the cash roll in. 

When Daddy learned that Marcy had never been fucked in the ass before he 
sold her ass cherry for a bundle to a millionaire named Christopher. Marcy 
screamed loud enough for Daddy to hear downstairs when Christopher opened 
her ass. Daddy just smiled with dollar signs in his eyes. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Sweetheart, I want you to come into my bedroom for a moment," Mommy Mumm 
said, to her little boy-to her son. 

"Sure thing, Mommy. You need me to get something out of the top of the 
closet for you or something?" Larry Mumm asked. 

Sometimes Mommy Mumm needed Larry Mumm for this reason because she was not a 
very tall woman, and she could not reach things that were too high. 

"No, dear. I want you to pretend you are Daddy," Mommy Mumm said. 

"I don't understand." 

Daddy was out of the house. In fact, Larry Mumm's sister Marcy was out of 
the house too. Larry Mumm and Mommy Mumm were in the house all by 
themselves. 

Alone. 

"I want you to take off all of my clothes and then I want you to make love 
to me," Mommy Mumm said. 

"Mommy! That-why that is INCEST!" Larry Mumm said, with a shocked expression 
on his face. The teenaged boy could feel his heart starting to pound. He 
could feel butterflies forming in his tummy. He could feel a cold sweat 
forming on the palms of his hands. 

"That's right," Mommy Mumm said. She curled up one corner of her mouth to 
form a half-smile of inward amusement. 

"That's sick!" 

"So what?" 

"That is one of society's strictest taboos, Mommy!" 

"Stop being such a fucking goody-goody," Mommy Mumm said. 

"Mommy, your LANGUAGE!" Larry Mumm exclaimed, with a shocked tone. 

"Oh, GROW UP! I want to be fucked. And I am going to be fucked, so we can do 
this the easy way or we can do this the hard way," Mommy Mumm exclaimed. 

"I'm so scared." 

"I can understand that." 

"I want to leave." 

"You cannot leave." 

It was clear from the tone in Mommy's voice that she was not then and she 
would never be in the mood to take no for an answer. 

"I can't do it!" Larry Mumm said. There were salty tears welling in the 
handsome teenaged boy's eyes. 

"Look young man, you had better shape up, or you are going to be severely 
punished," the woman said. 

"I can't! I can't! I can't!" Larry Mumm screamed, shaking his head wildly 
from side to side as if he were purposefully attempting to injure his neck. 

Mommy Mumm slapped the boy six times across the face. 

Mommy Mumm slapped Larry Mumm three times on either cheek. She slapped him 
three times with the palm of her hand and three times with the knuckles at 
the back of her hand. 

He was stunned by the blows. 

"I can see that you are not going to cooperate, so I am going to have to 
MAKE you cooperate," 

Mommy Mumm said. "How?" 

"I am going to have to tie you to the bed and MAKE you fuck me," Mommy Mumm 
said. She released a nervous laugh, as if the last of her social conscience 
were transforming into bizarre humor before it died. 

"NO!" 

"Oh yes." 

"Please don't." 

"I must." 

"Have mercy on me." 

"Never!" 

"Mommy, oh, Mommy." 

"Get naked." 

Larry Mumm began to remove his clothes a piece at a time. In the meantime, 
the woman went to the bottom drawer of her clothes dresser. 

In there, the woman found four evenly cut pieces of rope. Those pieces of 
rope betrayed Mommy Mumm's premeditation. Larry Mumm suddenly realized that 
Mommy Mumm had been planning to seduce him and to bind him for some time. 

But for how long? 

Larry Mumm did not want to think about it. Not at all. 

Larry Mumm was so frightened that his brain began to disfunction. 

He found that his thoughts were flying around inside his skull. He seemed to 
be thinking a thousand different thoughts all at the same time. 

His stream-of-consciousness was scattered. He felt as if he could not hold 
onto a single thought for more than the most minute fraction of a second. 

The boy stripped until nude. 

He had never been naked before Mommy Mumm before-at least not since he was 
just a little boy. 

Mommy Mumm was impressed. 

"Nice." 

"What is nice." 

"Your body." 

"Thank you." 

Larry Mumm could feel something strange happening at that moment-something 
that the handsome teenaged boy could not have anticipated, not in a million 
years. He began to feel desire. DESIRE! 

Desire for Mommy. 

Incestuous desire. 

His balls ached. 

His cock began to grow. 

Mommy Mumm noticed. 

"Ooooooooh, your dick is growing larger, sweetheart," she said. 

"I am so ashamed, so very ashamed," Larry Mumm exclaimed. 

"No need to be." 

"Please don't hurt me." 

"Why not? You called me sick. I SHOULD hurt you," Mommy Mumm said. 

There was part of Larry Mumm that felt he deserved to be hurt, so he did not 
mention the matter again. 

Larry Mumm could feel the hot blood of his masculine arousal pumping 
downward in his body. He could tell that every drop of that hot blood was 
heading for his genitals. 

He was a boy. 

But he had the cock and balls of a man. 

He was hung as well as Daddy Mumm-and that was saying something. 

He could feel the head and the shaft of his manly pecker growing a little 
bit larger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harder, and a little bit 
longer, with each and every beat of his pounding heart. 

Larry Mumm could tell that it would not be very long at all before he had a 
full-fledged erection standing at attention before his masculinely-sloped 
loins. 

Larry Mumm knew that it wouldn't be long before his hard-on was inside Mommy 
Mumm's pussy, the very pussy from which he was birthed. 

"Larry!" 

"Yes, Mommy." 

"Get on the bed." 

"Yes, Mommy." 

"On your back." 

"Yes, Mommy." 

His cock continued to grow as he got in position to be bound. 

His could feel the ache in his balls getting worse. He could feel those nuts 
swelling to twice:-maybe three times-their normal size. His cock flopped 
onto his belly, the tip pointing at his handsome teenaged face. The head and 
the entire length of the shaft of his cock were bouncing up and down on his 
belly, and Mommy Mumm found that she could not look at the young man's 
pecker without thinking how much it looked as if it were doing a modern 
dance atop the flat plane of his stomach. 

Mommy Mumm could feel her own sexual arousal mounting too, naturally enough. 
Her incestuous urges were intense, and they had been for a long time. Mommy 
Mumm had been looking forward to this moment for months. She first had to 
build up the courage to fuck her son, and then she had to wait for the 
opportunity to do so. She found that the latter was more difficult than the 
former, all in all. 

Mommy Mumm could feel her pussy swelling. 

Her inner and outer cunt lips grew. 

Her clit swelled into an erection. 

Her pussy lubricated itself. 

She was moist. 

Then damp. 

Then soaking wet! 

The woman began to undress. She placed the four evenly cut pieces of rough 
hemp rope on the night table beside the head of the bed. 

She was wearing a simple house dress. She wore no stockings. Her shoes were 
flat. Beneath the dress she wore solely a pair of pink panties. She wore no 
bra. For a woman her age, Mommy Mumm was in fantastic shape. Mommy Mumm 
still had her figure. She could still wear the clothes she had been wearing 
when she was in high school, if she wanted to. 

Her self-preservation had been for nothing though, as far as she could tell. 
She had no affairs, until this. Daddy Mumm did not want to have much to do 
with her anymore. It was raw sexual frustration that had driven her to this, 
this kinky incestuous, sadomasochistic sex act! 

Larry Mumm looked at Mommy Mumm as if he had never seen her before. In a 
sense this was true. For the very first time in his life Larry Mumm was 
looking at Mommy Mumm as a sexual animal. 

It would have been an understatement to call Mommy Mumm diminutive. She was 
petite, and absolutely lovely in every way. She had an angelic face. From 
looking at Mommy Mumm, one would have thought that the woman had never had a 
naughty thought in her entire life. Of course, nothing could have been 
further from the truth. One could easily imagine a halo floating over the 
woman's head. As Larry Mumm was learning-and learning fast-Mommy Mumm had 
budding horns beneath that halo. 

Yes, Mommy Mumm was a small woman. She stood only a fraction of an inch over 
five feet tall, and she had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in 
her entire life. 

Mommy Mumm's weight fluctuated between ninety-five and ninety-seven pounds, 
depending on what time of the month it was. 

Mommy Mumm tended to retain a little water just before having her menstrual 
period, and that always made her weight go up a few pounds. 

She had a round face with skin that was clear and smooth. Mommy Mumm knew 
that her daughter, Marcy, was going to end up being every bit as beautiful 
as she. 

Daddy Mumm knew this also. 

But more about that later. 

Mommy Mumm had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. It was obvious to 
anyone who looked at the beautiful woman that she, as a teenager, had never 
suffered from a facial blemish. Her hair was light blonde, the sort of 
blonde that bleached to a near-white hue after a summertime of exposure to 
the sun. 

Her skin was very fair. Mommy Mumm had the sort of skin that burned easily 
in the sun, so she had to be careful. 

Mommy Mumm liked to tan, but it was not easy for her. 

Mommy Mumm always had to burn and peel several times before the tanning 
process began. Since she was a housewife, she had plenty of time for 
sunbathing, however. She had to burn and peel no matter how many lotions or 
creams or oils she used on her lovely body. 

Mommy Mumm's eyebrows and eyelashes were the same light blonde color as the 
hair on her head, Her eyebrows were plucked so that they were slender and 
femininely angular. Her eyelashes were long-so long that they curled upward 
slightly at their tips and licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and 
every time she blinked, or winked, for that matter. 

Mommy Mumm's eyes were baby blue. They were the color of a cloudless sky. 
They were the color of a robin's egg. 

Mommy Mumm's eyes were big and round and very expressive. They twinkled 
merrily whenever she was happy and looked deep and somber whenever she was 
feeling blue-which had been happening more than ever as of late. 

Her eyes always betrayed her true feelings. Shi was not a very good liar, 
and certainly not a good actress. She tended to say what she meant all the 
time, because people saw right through her when she did not. Her eyes 
betrayed her emotions, actually changing color, just like the "mood rings" 
that were popular as Christmas presents a few years back. 

Mommy Mumm's nose was very small. It was a mere button. It turned up at the 
tip. 

Mommy Mumm's nose tended to move up and down whenever she was excited about 
something, like fucking her son, for example. 

Mommy Mumm's nostrils were a little on the pinched side, but they tended to 
flare wide open, so that she looked as if her nose were doing a remarkably 
accurate impression of a two-car garage, when she was feeling horny. 

Mommy Mumm was feeling VERY horny as she gazed down at her bed, the bed 
where she and Daddy Mumm slept, where her son Larry was now stretched out on 
his back every bit as naked as the day he was born. 

Mommy Mumm's mouth was not very large either, but her lips were full and 
sensuous. Her lips were thick and sexy. Her lips tended to tingle at moments 
like this, as her inner and outer cunt labia rapidly approached thorough 
engorgement. The woman could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the 
base of her pussy slash, readying to flow right out of the pink gash, down 
the insides of her thighs, just like sweet nectar oozing from a split in the 
fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. 

Mommy Mumm had a pouting mouth. It had been said-and quite truthfully, 
too-that Mommy Mumm was walking through life looking as if she needed to be 
kissed very badly. 

Her lower lips tended to protrude a little out. Mommy Mumm always held her 
lips slightly parted and slightly puckered, to enhance their sensuality. 

Mommy Mumm had a sexy habit of running the tip of her pink wet tongue back 
and forth across her pouting red lips to moisten them. Folks could tell that 
this was a habit because Mommy Mumm did it at times even when her lips were 
already wet. 

Her teeth were perfectly straight. 

They were pearly white. 

She had never worn braces. 

Her teeth had grown in perfect. 

Her ears were small and shaped like seashells. Mommy Mumm's ears clung very 
closely to the sides of her head. 

Mommy Mumm had a long neck-like that of a swan. Mommy Mumm had a neck like 
that of the famous movie actress Audrey Hepburn. 

In spite of her diminutive stature, Mommy Mumm had huge tits. Her tits were 
so large that they would have been considered humongous even if they had 
grown upon the chest of a much larger woman. Her tits were not only big but 
they were firm, firm yet somehow supple simultaneously. This was 
extraordinary, considering the fact that Mommy Mumm was the mother of two 
teenaged children. 

Her tits did not sag. 

Not at all. 

Not a millimeter. 

Her tits were this firm and rode this high on her chest, in spite of the 
fact that Mommy Mumm rarely wore a bra. 

Her tits were perfectly shaped to boot. They were rounded on their bottoms, 
like the bottom halves of grapefruits, yet they were sloped at their tops, 
to form little ski-jumps at the nipples. 

Her tits were perky. 

Pert. 

Her nipples even pointed slightly upward when she was standing up or sitting 
up straight. Mommy Mumm never slouched. 

Her posture was perfect. 

It had been said many times during the course of Mommy Mumm's life that she 
walked and sat as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her 
head. 

Mommy Mumm's nipples. like her breasts, her nipples were extraordinarily 
large. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars-such as those used in Las 
Vegas for gambling purposes. 

When Mommy Mumm panted with lust, as she was at that moment as she gazed 
downward at her aroused son, her tits heaved up and down on her chest in the 
most delightful manner. 

When Mommy Mumm was feeling sexually aroused, her nipples grew into two 
pebble-like feminine erections, so that they protruded far from the tips of 
her tits. 

Her nipples not only grew larger when they were horny, but hypersensitive as 
well. They yearned to be touched. 

Pinched. 

Tweaked. 

Pulled. 

Sucked. 

Licked. 

Bitten. 

Mommy Mumm practically swooned when she thought about how good it was going 
to feel to have Larry Mumm's dick deep up inside her cunt, the tip pushing 
well up into the internal flesh of her soft underbelly. 

But first the boy was going to have to be bound. Yes, first Larry Mumm was 
going to have to be STRINGENTLY bound by Mommy Mumm. 

Mommy Mumm's waist was extraordinarily slender. Indeed, her midsection 
measured a mere twenty-two inches. 

Her tummy was flat. Her bellybutton was concave and dimpled and very cute. 
That was what Larry Mumm thought. 

Her hips were round, both at the sides and at the rear. Her ass was fine, 
and there were many men who thought that Mommy Mumm's ass was her nicest 
physical attribute, in spite of the size of her tits. The woman was broad 
where a broad was supposed to be broad, there could be no doubt about that. 

Her loins were femininely sloped. 

Her pubic patch was every bit as light a shade of blonde as the hair on her 
head. Mommy Mumm's pubic patch grew in a perfect inverted triangle, that 
precisely covered her mound, so that it looked like an arrow indicating the 
location of her clitoral foreskin. 

Mommy Mumm stripped naked. 

Larry Mumm began to pant. 

His cock jumped up and down on his muscularly hard stomach with a greater 
frenzy than before. The head of his dick felt as if it were going to explode 
at any second. 

Larry Mumm looked down and he could see the tip of his cock. He could see 
his piss hole opening and closing, as if that diminutive orifice were 
winking at him. 

Mommy Mumm's ass cheeks were every bit as smooth as they were when she was 
just a little baby. Mommy Mumm had a VERY sexy walk, the sort of walk that 
drove men wild. The sort of walk that even drove her son wild. 

Mommy Mumm swung her round hips from side to side as a part of her natural 
gate, like her hips were a pendulum of flesh. 

Men had been known to cross the street, or even change the direction they 
were headed all together, just to have the honor of walking behind Mommy 
Mumm. 

In spite of the fact that Mommy Mumm's legs were not long, they were 
femininely shapely. Her thighs tapered perfectly from her round hips to her 
smooth knees. Her knees were unscarred, which Mommy Mumm thought was pretty 
amazing taking into consideration the amount of time she had spent as a 
small girl roller-skating on cracked sidewalks. 

Her shins were flat and smooth. 

Mommy Mumm's calves were rounded Without being overly muscular. 

Her ankles were trim. 

Her feet were dainty. 

Her toes were round and chubby and cute. 

Her toenails were round and painted. 

Mommy Mumm's toes had a tendency to curl under tightly whenever she was 
feeling horny. At that moment, as the woman prepared to bind Larry Mumm to 
the bedposts with the four pieces of rope, her toes were acting like they 
wanted to hug the balls of her feet. 

Mommy Mumm's hands were very sexy and small also. Her fingers were slender 
and her fingernails were perfect. 

Mommy Mumm had always, at least since she was about thirteen, been VERY 
conscious of her manicure. She was the sort of woman who acted as if a 
tragedy had occurred, whenever she broke a nail. It was good thing that 
Mommy Mumm did not break a nail very frequently because she always cried and 
carried on as if she had just heard about the outbreak of the third world 
war. 

Her nails were long and filed carefully so that they were precisely the same 
length. All ten of her fingernails had a common curve to their tips and 
Mommy Mumm always kept them painted a deep crimson color, which she 
correctly assumed went very well with her perfect peaches and cream 
complexion. 

"Now you are going to be bound TIGHTLY to the bed," Mommy Mumm said. 

"Yes, Mommy," Larry Mumm said. 

He sounded submissive. 

Subservient. 

His libido took control of his willpower. He was ready and willing to be 
Mommy Mumm's sex slave by this time. 

As Mommy Mumm became increasingly sadistic, Larry Mumm became increasingly 
masochistic. They were going to get along perfectly. 

The woman grabbed the young man by his left wrist. 

Mommy Mumm pulled Larry Mumm's left arm back over his head toward the 
appropriate bedpost. Larry Mumm discovered quickly enough that his mother 
was extraordinarily strong-especially for a woman of her size. 

Larry Mumm pulled his arm back over his head so hard that the little boy 
half-expected to hear his bones cracking, either at the wrist or at the 
elbow. She tugged so hard at his port-side wing that Larry Mumm thought his 
shoulder was about to be tugged right out of its socket. 

He called out with pain. 

"Owwwwww," he said. 

Fresh tears welled in his eyes. 

The woman quickly tied one of the pieces of rope around both Larry Mumm's 
wrist and the bedpost at the same time. 

She, naturally enough, tied the rope as tightly as she could, grinding the 
hemp into her son's flesh. 

The rope was imprinting a red ring around Larry Mumm's wrist, a ring that 
would take several days to fade after the bondage was removed. 

The rope was around the handsome teenager's wrist so tightly that it 
completely cut off the circulation of blood to his left hand. 

Larry Mumm could tell, without even looking, that the tips of his fingers 
were turning a deep purple color. 

Larry Mumm could tell that the tips of his post-side digits were becoming 
the same hue as the blue-black head of his prick. 

He could feel pins and needles in the tips of his fingers, and he correctly 
assumed that he would not be able to feel those pins and needles for very 
long. 

Larry Mumm knew that it would not be long, not very long at all, before he 
would be unable to feel anything at all in the tis of his digits, or in his 
entire hand, for that matter. Larry Mumm knew that soon his entire hand was 
going to be rendered numb by the stringent bondage Mommy Mumm was 
administering. 

Larry Mumm tried to wiggle his left fingers at the knuckles and found, to 
his dismay, that he could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of 
difficulty. 

His knuckles were getting stiffer and stiffer with each passing second. 

Soon, he knew, he was not going to be able to wiggle his fingers at all. 
They were going to be both motionless and feelingless because of the rope 
around his wrist. 

Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Mommy Mumm had 
to circle all the way around the foot of the bed to get to the other side. 

She took long strides and moved with an animalistic grace. She walked like a 
wild jungle beast-a wild jungle beast in heat-who was circling her helpless 
prey. That was very much how Larry Mumm felt at that moment, like Mommy 

Mumm's helpless prey! 

She repeated the process with his other arm. 

He stared at her naked body. 

"What do you think of me, Larry?" 

"I think you are beautiful." 

"You like my tits?" 

"Yes." 

"You like my ass." 

"Oh yes." 

"You will like my cunt too," Mommy Mumm said quickly. 

After both hands were bound back over Larry Mumm's head, both arms having 
the elbows locked in the straight position, Mommy Mumm moved to the foot of 
the bed. 

She jack-knifed at the waist and reached down with straightened arms so that 
she could grip both of her son's ankles simultaneously. 

Then she paused. 

She had an idea. 

She made Larry Mumm put on a pair of her panties. She wanted him to feel 
like a girl. As it turned out, Larry Mumm enjoyed wearing his mother's 
panties a hell of a lot more than he thought he would. She let him wear 
those panties for a few minutes and then removed them again, but the damage 
had been done. Larry Mumm would NEVER forget how good it felt to have his 
cock and balls encased in feminine clothing. 

His legs were stretched out toward the foot of the bed with his knees 
straight. His knees and ankles were very close together, but the boy 
correctly assumed that Mommy Mumm was not going to allow his legs to stay 
that close together for very long. She once again jack-knifed at the waist 
and gripped both of his ankles simultaneously. As Mommy Mumm did this, her 
boobs grew, dangling downward from her chest, the force of gravity wholly in 
their favor. Her nipples were very hard. Very erect. 

With a single outward swoop of Mommy Mumm's straightened arms, she pulled 
Larry Mumm's legs open to a perfect ninety-degree angle, looking in the 
process very much as if she were making a wish over a human wishbone. 

She quickly tied his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Larry 
Mumm could see his toes turning purple, and it wasn't long before he 
couldn't wiggle his toes any better than he could wiggle his fingers. 

He was spread-eagled. 

Rudely quartered. 

She mounted him. 

Mommy Mumm straddled her son's hips. She could smell the scent of her pussy 
wafting upward toward her flaring nostrils from between her parted and 
finely tapered thighs. 

She worked her right fingertips, with her palm turned upward, in between her 
son's cock and his stomach. 

Mommy Mumm curled her fingers at the knuckles and lifted the head of her 
son's dick from his belly, upward toward her gaping pink slash of a 
poontang. 

She rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and whimpered. He was 
shivering. 

He couldn't believe how good it felt. 

She covered his cock head with a plentiful layer of her natural lubrication. 
She then moved the head of his dick down to the base of her pussy slash, to 
the mouth of her incestuously eager fuck hole, to a spot directly in between 
her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. 

She began to push down. 

Her pussy began to open. 

His cock head slipped inside. 

For a moment the inner lips of Mommy Mumm's pussy were gripping desperately 
at the ring of scar tissue at the top of Larry Mumm's cock shaft, just below 
the lower rim of his bulbous purple cock head. 

She kept pushing. 

The tip of Larry Mumm's cock touched his mother's cervix and she moaned 
loudly with pleasure. Then the beautiful blonde woman could feel the tip of 
his cock touching the rear wall of her pussy, which was thrilling for her, 
because she knew that there were several inches of cock meat at the base of 
Larry Mumm's cock shaft remaining to be inserted. Mommy Mumm could tell that 
her pussy lips and inner cunt walls were going to have to stretch as far as 
they could possibly go in every possible direction in order to take his cock 
all the way inside. She shoved. 

She took the rest of him up inside her cunt. 

Then she began to fuck. 

Slowly at first. 

Gently. 

Gingerly. 

Then faster. 

Harder. 

Larry Mumm could feel the muscles inside the woman's cunt gripping his cock, 
tugging it at the root, caressing him, sucking the jism right up out of his 
scrotal sack into the base of his cock. He would soon come. The same was 
true of Mommy Mumm. She could feel the friction inside her pussy driving her 
crazy. 

His cock shaft was so thick that it was causing her clitoral foreskin to 
slide up and down, up and down, back and forth across her love button, thus 
enhancing the hear orgasmic joy inside her wet cooze. 

The woman cried out as the explosions of incestuous bliss started up inside 
her pussy, like so many atom bombs going off. 

"COMING. OOHH. COMING SO HARD. COMING SO FUCKING HARD. SO FUCKING HARD. 
LARRY. LARRY. YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO FUCKING HARD. I CAN FEEL IT. I CAN 
FEEL YOU MAKING ME BURN. YOU ARE MAKING ME BURN WITH YOUR COCK. YOU ARE 
MAKING ME DIE. OHHH, YOU ARE MAKING ME BURN WITH THAT BIG FAT COCK OF 
YOURS," Mommy Mumm screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Seconds later the boy could feel his jism being sucked right up out of his 
cock and into her cunt. He experienced the most intense orgasm of his 
life-which was not strange since all of his previous climaxes had been 
caused by his own masturbating hand-and there was even a moment when mother 
and son were coming simultaneously. When it was over there was a combination 
of jism and natural pussy lubrication dribbling out of her cunt slash. She 
untied Larry Mumm and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Mommy Mumm and Larry 
Mumm thought that this was the beginning of a long and wonderful 
relationship-but they didn't know the hand of God was about to intervene. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Marcy Mumm heard a funny noise coming out of the master bedroom fourteen 
days later and she peeked in the door without knocking. There she saw her 
father. 

He was naked on the bed. 

He was masturbating! 

"Oh my!" the innocent little girl exclaimed in a high pitched voice. She 
quickly shut the door and scampered down the hall. 

"COME BACK!" Daddy Mumm said. He got up out of bed and made his way for the 
door. He threw the door open and charged down the hall in pursuit of his 
daughter. 

He caught her at the top of the stairs. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry," Marcy Mumm exclaimed. 

"There is nothing to be sorry about," Daddy Mumm said in a soothing voice. 

The house was empty except for the two of them, precisely the opposite of 
what it had been when Mommy seduced Larry two weeks before. 

"I should have given you your privacy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"Come back to the bedroom with me, pumpkin," Daddy Mumm said. 

"I feel so ashamed, so EMBARRASSED," Marcy Mumm said. 

"There is no need to be, darling," Daddy Mumm said. 

They returned to the bedroom. Daddy was naked. His cock was still erect, 
standing like a good soldier at attention in front of his masculinely sloped 
loins. 

"I want you to look at me," Daddy Mumm said authoritatively. 

She built up her courage and looked at him. His cock. 

His balls. 

She shuddered. 

Marcy Mumm was a very little girl, and she would have been the first to 
admit that she did not know very much about life. She had never seen a man 
naked before. 

She was a virgin in every sense of the word. Marcy Mumm had never been on a 
date with a boy. Marcy Mumm, if you really want to know the truth, had never 
even been kissed passionately. Still, she was turning into a woman and she 
was beginning to develop womanly needs. 

"You have never seen an erection before, have you?" 

Marcy Mumm shook her head silently from side to side. 

The little girl forgot to blink as she stared, and only remembered when her 
eyeballs began to dry and burn. 

"Do you know what I was doing when you walked in, pumpkin." 

"Yes." 

"Yell me." 

"You were masturbating," Marcy Mumm said. She had trouble getting the words 
out. She began to stammer. 

"That's right." 

"It's something I'm not supposed to see, isn't it." 

"Not necessarily. I don't mind if you watch," Daddy Mumm said. 

"Gosh, Daddy, I would like to watch you," Marcy Mumm said. 

"See there? No tears. Nothing is wrong," Daddy Mumm said. 

He got back on the bed, the very same bed when Marcy Mumm's brother had been 
bound and seduced only two weeks before. 

"Tell me what you are thinking, pumpkin," Daddy Mumm said. 

"I was thinking about your-uh-your-uh-your thing." 

"My cock?" 

"That's right." 

"Say it." 

"Your cock." 

"And my balls?" 

"Yes." 

"Say it." 

"Your balls." 

"You are getting to be a grown up. I want you to talk like one." 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Do you know all the words." 

"I think so." 

"What do you call it when a man puts his cock in a woman's cunt." 

"Fucking." 

"What do you call it when a woman sucks a man's cock?" 

"A blow job." 

"What do you call the hole your shit comes out of?" 

"An ass-hole." 

"VERY GOOD!" Daddy Mumm applauded. Marcy Mumm blushed. 

"Sweetheart, have you ever masturbated?" Daddy Mumm asked. "No." 

"Why not." 

"I don't know." 

"Have you ever touched your pussy, sweetheart?" Daddy Mumm asked. "Yes." 

"But you never made yourself come." 

"No." 

"How come." 

"I don't know." 

"Try to explain." 

"I guess-I guess I was afraid that it would feel too good." 

"I see. But that is nothing to be worried about." 

"I was afraid I would become addicted to the sensations." 

"You will-and there isn't anything you can do about it." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, dear. One day you will start touching yourself and you will not be 
able to stop. And nothing BAD will happen. You will simply take a journey to 
heaven, temporarily, of course," Daddy Mumm said. "Oh." 

"And you know what else." 

"What?" 

"Getting touched by a real lover feels a thousand times better than touching 
yourself," Daddy Mumm said. 

"You are kidding." 

"Nope." 

"Wow." 

"But you aren't old enough to have a real lover yet." 

"Why not?" 

"You are too little." 

"How old do I have to be?" 

"I don't know. I don't think you will have to wait for long." 

"Oh goodie." 

"Of course, I am old enough to be touched by a lover." 

"That's Mommy's job, right?" 

"It used to be, but she doesn't turn me on anymore, pumpkin," Daddy Mumm 
said with a note of sorrow in his voice. 

"So now you have to touch yourself," Marcy Mumm said. She felt very sorry 
for Daddy Mumm too. Almost as sorry as Daddy Mumm was feeling for himself. 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes, pumpkin?" 

"Could I give you a helping hand." 

"You are too young to be fucked." 

"I know." 

"And you are too young to give blow jobs," Daddy Mumm said. 

"Yes, but couldn't I just touch you, you know, with my fingers?" 

"I guess that would be okay, pumpkin, yes," Daddy Mumm said. 

Of course, this is what Daddy Mumm wanted all along. 

"You are going to have to tell me what to do, Daddy." 

"I will. Come here and sit on the bed with me," Daddy Mumm said. 

"Okay," Marcy Mumm said. Her voice was very cheerful. 

Marcy Mumm thought that touching her Daddy's cock and balls was going to be 
FUN! 

"Marcy, start by stroking the insides of my thighs," Daddy Mumm said. 

"Okay," the little girl said. Her nipples were hard. She could tell that her 
own sexual arousal, which was stronger than she had ever known it to be 
before, was having a strong and definite effect on her body. 

She could feel her sudden womanly horniness having an effect on her 
respiratory system. She could feel her breaths getting steadily shorter and 
closer together. 

She could tell that it would not be very long before she was breathing so 
hard and so fast that she would sound and feel as if she were purposefully 
attempting to hyperventilate herself. 

Her heart was pounding. 

Her pussy was swelling. 

Her cunt ached. 

The ache spread upward into her loins and then downward into her inner 
thighs. She knew that Daddy was not going to touch her but she also knew 
that she would no longer be able to keep her fingers away from her pussy. 
She knew that she was going to masturbate and give herself her first orgasm 
the second she was through making Daddy's cock squirt the goo. 

Daddy Mumm was stretched out on his back. He had both of his foam rubber 
pillows on top of one another. 

His head was propped up, so he would better be able to see what his lovely 
little daughter was doing to him. His legs were stretched out straight 
toward the foot of the bed with his thick and muscular thighs parted to a 
right angle. 

The little girl used her dainty fingers to stroke up and down the insides of 
Daddy Mumm's thighs, all the way from his knees to the base of his balls. 

"Now I want you to fondle my balls, pumpkin. I want you to make sure that 
you are touching them very gently." 

"I will." 

The little girl touched his balls for the first time, turning her left palm 
upward toward the ceiling. 

"Ummmmm, so good," Daddy Mumm said, closing his eyes tightly. 

Daddy Mumm could feel his face getting hot. He knew that his face was 
flushing with the sudden rise of his horniness. 

Daddy Mumm could feel the temperature of the semen inside his scrotum 
quickly rising, heading for the boiling point. 

He could feel his silver seed, his manly jism, swimming around his swollen 
testicles with ever-increasing impatience. He could tell that his come was 
anxious to get the hell out of there, out of his sack and out of his cock, 
so that it could spew into the air as if his dick were doing a perfect 
impression of a geyser, of Old Faithful at showtime. 

The little girl wiggled her fingers and fondled Daddy's balls in this 
fashion. She then opened her fingers and took almost the entire scrotal sack 
in the palm of her hand at once. She began to squeeze rhythmically. 

She squeezed once for every beat of Daddy 

Mumm's racing heart and in this manner Marcy Mumm simulated the natural 
throbbing the handsome older man was experiencing at that moment in his twin 
glands of manhood. 

"Now-now I want you to touch-to touch my cock." 

"Okay." 

"Gently." 

"I know." 

"You know what?" 

"What?" 

"You are GOOD at this." 

"Thank you, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said with a girlish giggle. 

***** 

When they were through, and had cleaned up the mess they had made, the phone 
rang. It was the morgue. Mommy had been killed in a terrible car accident 
and Daddy had to come down to identify the almost unidentifiable body. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Pumpkin, you are going to have to be the woman of the family now," Daddy 
said, his grief and his incestuous lust for his daughter now combined-oddly 
enough-into what felt like a single emotion. 

"I never thought anything like this would ever happen. It is SOOOOO 
horrible-like something out of a nightmare, Daddy," Marcy Mumm exclaimed 
sadly. 

The pretty little girl's eyes were still red and swollen. She felt like she 
had been crying for a solid week. 

Daddy was a schemer. He was always looking for a way to make a buck. He was 
a struggling businessman. Time and time again the man had come up with a 
"get rich quick" scheme that had fallen through. He had always managed to 
keep his family above water, there had always been food on the table for 
Marcy and Larry, but, on the other hand, the Mumms had not gotten rich, 
either. 

But Daddy was not discouraged. Whenever one idea fell through he always had 
another one to take its place. Now he had come up with a new scheme, and he 
was more positive than ever that this was going to be the one that would 
work. Daddy decided that, since he had two extraordinarily 
sexually-attractive children, he should exploit their money-making 
capabilities. Marcy alone could bring in a thousand dollars a week renting 
out that fantastic body of hers to the horny men of the world. Larry would 
be useful too, Daddy knew. Daddy knew that there were lots of middle-aged, 
or even younger, women in the area, who were lonely and rich, and who would 
be willing to pay a pretty penny for a night in the sack with a healthy and 
muscular teenaged boy like Larry. 

That's right. Daddy was planning on pimping his children. Daddy knew that 
his daughter would be no problem. Marcy Mumm would do whatever her loving 
father asked her to do. 

No questions asked. 

Larry was another matter. 

He might be difficult to convince. 

Daddy decided to let Marcy Mumm talk her brother into being a hustler for 
the family cause. Ah, but that would come later. Something very important 
had to be tended to before Daddy explained his latestingenious money-making 
scheme to his fantastically beautiful and near-nym-phomaniacal daughter. 

"I guess I am going to have to take over some of the responsibilities of the 
family, huh, Daddy?" Marcy Mumm inquired seriously. 

"This is true, pumpkin. You are going to have to take over for Mommy in all 
aspects of her life," Daddy explained patiently. 

"ALL aspects?" Marcy Mumm asked, tilting her pretty head slightly to one 
side. Her voice betrayed a sharp twinge of prurient and incestuous hope. 

"That's right, pumpkin," Daddy said quickly. 

"Does that mean I get to sleep with you?" 

"Well, that certainly IS part of it," Daddy said. 

"Wow, that's the first piece of good news I have heard since Mommy died," 
Marcy Mumm said. 

"But there is more. You are going to help make money for the household too," 
Daddy said. 

"You mean I have to go out and get a job?" 

Marcy Mumm asked. "Sort of." 

"But, Daddy, I don't know how to do anything." 

"You are a quick learner," Daddy said with a smile. 

"What sort of job should I get?" Marcy Mumm asked. 

"I want you to work for me. Marcy, you are just about the cutest little girl 
around. Did you know that there were men in this world who would pay a great 
deal of money just for the honor of being with you, touching you, caressing 
you, kissing you-" 

"And fucking me?" 

"That's right." 

"You want me to be a prostitute, Daddy?" Marcy Mumm asked. 

"A tasteful prostitute, of course," Daddy said. 

"Wow, I think that sounds like a lot of FUN," Marcy Mumm said, bouncing up 
and down on her toes. 

"You don't mind fucking strangers?" Daddy asked. 

"I'd rather be fucking you, of course, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"Of course, but I can't afford to pay you every time," Daddy said. 

"Right. Anyway, I'll do it-but, but, but-" 

"But what, pumpkin?" 

"I don't even know if I CAN fuck yet," Marcy Mumm said. 

"That is a problem that can be quickly remedied." 

"How?" 

"I am going to fuck you right now, sweetheart." 

"I thought you said I was too little," Marcy Mumm said. 

"That was last week. Things have changed, dear." 

"EVERYTHING has changed, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"So true, so very, very true," Daddy exclaimed. 

"I FEEL like I am old enough, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"Old enough to be fucked?" Daddy inquired. 

"Yes." 

"I think you might be too, as long as I am gentle." 

"And you WILL be gentle with me, won't you?" 

"Yes. I will treat you like china, sweetheart." 

"Shall we go straight to bed, Daddy?" Marcy Mumm asked. 

"There's one more thing I would like to discuss with you first," Daddy said 
quickly. 

"What?" 

"Larry." 

"Larry?" 

"Yes." 

"What about him, Daddy?" Marcy Mumm queried. 

"I want him to have sex for pay too," Daddy said. "With women." 

"Of course." 

"He's kind of old-fashioned, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"I know. That's where you come in," Daddy said. "How?" 

"I want you to teach Larry to swing," Daddy said. "What?" 

"I want you to seduce your brother," Daddy said. "How?" 

"That doesn't make any difference," Daddy said. "Oh my." 

"Does the idea bother you, sweetheart?" Daddy asked. 

"No. I just hope it works," Marcy Mumm said. "It will." 

"How can you be so positive, Daddy?" Marcy Mumm asked. 

"Because guys NEVER say no," Daddy quickly replied. 

"I see." 

"Not even to their sister," Daddy explained. "How come so many girls are 
good at saying no." 

"That's something I will never understand." 

"Well, saying no does not run in the Mumm family." 

"You can say that again, sweetheart," Daddy said. 

Neither Daddy nor his daughter knew that Larry had already had an incestuous 
affair, with Mommy. 

Now that Mommy was dead and gone, splattered against the pavement of Highway 
Sixty-Nine, Larry figured no one would ever know what had happened between 
he and Mommy. Larry figured that their shameful secret, the humiliation of 
his bondage and the fact that he had been forced to wear Mommy's panties, 
was buried in Mommy's grave. Larry was ashamed of the fact, but there had 
been a part of him that had been relieved when he found out that Mommy was 
dead. 

"Okay, I'll do my best with my brother, but not until you have popped my 
cherry. There's no point in talking about any of this any further. If I am 
still too little to get fucked, then the point, as they say, is moot," Marcy 
Mumm said to her scheming father. 

"Okay, I think we should head up to the bedroom right now. Larry is at 
basketball practice, and he won't be home for several hours." 

"Good, that means that we can fool around to our heart's delight and not 
worry about getting caught or anything," Marcy Mumm said. 

"It means something else too, pumpkin," Daddy said. 

"What's that?" 

"It means we can make as much noise as we like." 

"Yea." 

"We can scream as loud as we like," Daddy said. "All right." 

"We can scream bloody murder if we please." 

"Sounds good." 

"We can sing a loud duet in our rapture." 

"An incestuous duet, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"That's a mighty big word, pumpkin," Daddy said. 

"I'm getting to be a mighty big girl, Daddy." 

Daddy and his little girl were in the living room of the Mumms' suburban 
home. At that moment Daddy took the little girl by her hand. He gave it a 
little squeeze. Daddy could feel his balls start to ache the very second 
that his little girl squeezed back. 

"Marcy?" 

"Yes, Daddy?" 

"Upstairs." 

"Yes." 

Marcy Mumm could feel herself getting horny too. She could feel her nipples 
starting to tingle. She could feel her breasts swelling. She could feel the 
hot blood of her teenaged and feminine arousal pumping downward in her body. 
She could feel her pussy flesh swelling. 

She could feel her clit growing into an erection at the very top of her 
virginal cunt slash. 

She could feel her unused fuck hole starting to lubricate itself. She could 
feel her cunt starting to make itself nice and slippery, so that Daddy's 
cock would be able to push inside her with a minimum of pain. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

In the room the door was shut. Marcy and Daddy began to undress each other 
slowly. Marcy got up on her toes as she slowly unbuttoned Daddy's shirt so 
she could lightly kiss at his lips. She kissed his mouth softly at first, 
and then more firmly. Then, just as if the pair had rehearsed the oral 
embrace a thousand times in the past, they each offered the tips of their 
tongues at the same time. They flicked the tips of their tongues back and 
forth across one another. They rolled their tongues together. They 
thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths. 

They licked each other's teeth. Gums. 

Inner cheeks. 

Marcy and Daddy sucked each other's tongues. They swapped spit. 

They quaffed deeply at each other's sweet saliva. 

The kiss lasted for a very long time and they were both breathless with 
passion by the time it was through. 

A string of spittle bridged their lower lips as they pulled their mouths 
apart for the first time in what felt to both of them like ages. 

They pulled their mouths far enough apart so that the string of spittle 
broke at its center, half falling onto each of their chins. 

Daddy was unbuttoning Marcy's blouse too. She wore no bra. Her tits were 
getting bigger every day. She was not very big, standing about five feet 
even. Marcy took after her Mommy in that regard. 

Daddy pulled the blouse open. His eyes went wide as he looked at her tits. 
So big. Firm. Supple. Delicious. 

Marcy's tits looked like a pair of scoops of vanilla ice cream. Each scoop 
came with its own cherry on top. The nipple. 

"Lovely." 

"Thank you." 

"So sexy." 

"Daddy, you make me pant." 

"Good." 

"I need to be." 

"What?" 

"I need to be fucked." 

"I know you do." 

"Hurry." 

"No." 

"No?" 

"You heard me." 

"Why not?" 

"Before I fuck you I am going to make sure that you are ready to be fucked, 
sweetheart." 

"How are you going to do that, Daddy?" Marcy asked. 

"I am going to make sure that you are completely worked up into a lather, 
completely hot and bothered, before I try to stick my big dick into you," 
Daddy said. 

"How are you going to do that?" Marcy asked. 

"I am going to kiss and lick and bite you all over." 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooh, that sounds good." 

"Good." 

"Yummy." 

"Yes, all over your body my mouth is going to roam. Over your tits, your 
ass, your." 

"My cunt." 

"Yes, but I am going to save your cunt for last." 

"Tease." 

"I am going to lick you and kiss you inside and out." 

"Daddy, I don't understand what that means." 

"It won't be long before you find out, sweetheart." 

"I don't think I can get hornier than this." 

"That only goes to show, Marcy," Daddy said. "What?" 

"Just how inexperienced you are, sweetheart." 

"I guess so." 

They stripped each other completely naked and fell sprawling onto the double 
bed. 

They pressed the fronts of their bodies together tightly. Daddy could feel 
Marcy's tits pressed flat against his chest. He could feel her pebble-like 
nipples throbbing, pulsating, rhythmically, against the stretched skin 
across the front of his massive upper torso. Their was a great difference in 
their sizes. This difference seemed most easy to notice of all in their 
respective genitalia. 

His cock was so big. 

Her cunt was so little. 

Marcy thought about it and thought about it, and she still could not imagine 
how a cock as long and fat as Daddy's was going to fit inside her unfucked 
tunnel of lust. 

Daddy rolled the little girl onto her back. Marcy found herself looking up 
at the ceiling of the bedroom for a moment before she closed her eyes. 

Daddy showered her precious little kisser with tiny smack kisses. He kissed 
her forehead. 

Her eyelids. 

The tip of her nose. 

Her cheeks. 

Her cherry lips. 

They once again touched the tips of their tongues together and shivered 
violently with pleasure. 

Then Daddy moved his steamy hot and puffy lips to the side of Marcy's 
slender neck. 

Daddy began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of Marcy's neck, working 
his oral attention predominantly at her slightly protruding jugular vein. 

Marcy could feel Daddy using his sharp choppers to give her little love 
bites up and down the side of her neck. 

Daddy did not-however-allow his sharp white teeth to linger in one place for 
long enough to leave any lasting marks on her neck. 

Daddy decided-and correctly-that it would be prohibitively indiscreet to 
give the little girl a hickey on the side of her neck. 

Daddy parted his lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to protrude as far 
as it would go. 

Daddy began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across Marcy's 
unpierced earlobe. 

Daddy used his tongue tip to explore the outer shell of Marcy's tiny ear. 
She moaned. 

Daddy then pushed his tongue right up into Marcy's ear-right into her inner 
ear canal. 

Deeper. 

Deeper still. 

Marcy shivered so hard that she felt as if she were trying to shake right 
out of her skin. 

She could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a 
thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh. 

She could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing up on end, 
just like her nipples. Just like her clit. 

The little girl moaned as Daddy wiggled his tongue around inside her ear. 
Then Daddy pulled his tongue all the way out of her ear. 

He used his strong masculine fingers to point her face in the opposite 
direction, so he could repeat the oral pleasuring process with her other 
ear-and the other side of Marcy's neck. 

Then he kissed at the front of her throat, and Marcy lifted her tiny chin so 
that he could do this with greater ease. Marcy could feel Daddy's mouth 
working down her chest. Toward her tits. 

"Feels so good, Daddy, so goooooood," she said. 

Daddy began to kiss the little girl's left breast exclusively at first. He 
kissed from the bottom of the mountain upward, spiraling toward the tip. He 
arranged his kisses, as he smooched at that teenaged tit, so that each kiss 
was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before. 

Marcy thought Daddy would take FOREVER to get his lips and tongue to the 
part of her tit where she wanted to be orally caressed most of all. 

Her nipple. 

But he made it. 

Eventually. 

Daddy placed the tip of his softened tongue on her hardened nipple. He 
rolled it around playfully. It was Daddy's turn to moan as he felt the 
little girl's nipple growing both harder and larger against his sexually 
sensitized tongue. His taste buds felt erect. 

like his cock. 

He flicked his tongue tip back and forth across her nipple, battering at 
that feminine erection. 

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. So goooooood," she said. 

She was tossing her head wildly from side to side. Her chest was heaving-and 
her tits heaving up and down with it-as she sucked air into her lungs. 

Her face was red. Hot. 

Her muscles tensed. Jerked. "Daddy." 

"Yes, sweetheart?" the older man inquired. 

"Suck it." 

"Okay." 

Daddy did as he was told. He wrapped his lips around the nipple and he began 
to suck at it. He sucked as hard as he could, stretching the skin all around 
Marcy's rosebud taut. He made Marcy's whole tit look a little pointier than 
usual as he sucked her nipple upward, away from the rest of her chest. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the little girl said, thrashing her head more 
violently now than before. The little girl found that it was practically 
impossible to keep her lower body still on the bed. Marcy found that she was 
shifting the weight of her lower torso from one ass cheek to the other and 
then back again rhythmically. 

She could feel her pussy's natural lubrication pooling at the mouth of her 
fuck hole. She could tell that it would not be very long at all before her 
cunt began to drool. When that happened that cunt juice was going to roll 
over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between her cunt and her 
ass-hole. The juice was going to lubricate her ass-hole itself-and then the 
entire crack of her ass. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she began 
to make a wet spot on the bedspread. Marcy could already smell the scent of 
her rapidly emerging womanhood wafting up toward her flaring nostrils from 
between her grossly parted legs. 

She loved the smell of her pussy. She considered, at that moment, studying 
yoga, so that she would be able to get her nose right down there in between 
her legs, so she would be really be able to sniff her raw fig. 

Her split peach. 

Her tasty twat. 

She wished that she could switch places with Daddy for a moment so that she 
would be able to smell and lick her cunt as she knew he was soon going to 
do. Then it occurred to Marcy that these things evened out in the long run. 
After all, Daddy could not smell his crotch like Marcy could. Daddy couldn't 
suck his own cock any better than Marcy could eat her own cunt. 

It reminded Marcy of a joke she had recently heard. 

Q. Why do dogs lick their own balls? A. Because they can. 

Daddy kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times so that he was licking 
and sucking at her nipple at the same time. 

"Suck. Suck harder, Daddy," Marcy screamed. 

He couldn't do it. Daddy was already sucking that feminine erection every 
bit as hard as he possibly could. 

"BITE," the little girl hollered loudly. She was glad that they were alone 
in the house. 

She would have positively HATED it if they had had to keep their voices 
hushed so no one would be able to hear the wonderful yet shameful things 
they were doing with one another. 

The man bit. 

"BITE HARDER." 

Daddy growled. 

He chomped right down on the nipple and tugged it with his teeth. 

He made sounds that weren't even remotely human. He sounded unadulteratedly 
animalistic. 

He pulled and tossed his head from side to side. Marcy could feel a 
remarkable combination of pleasure and pain when he did this. Yes, she felt 
pain-but the little girl did not mind the pain. Not at all. It was 
intrinsically sexual pain, and Marcy found that her sexually-aroused 
nervous-system was translating the discomfort into pleasure before the 
sensations made it into her reeling brain. 

There was a frightening moment or two when the little girl feared the man 
was going to tear her nipple right off the tip of her tit. 

Obviously, this did not happen. 

Marcy had her eyes closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled. She 
made gurgling sounds deep down inside her throat, making Daddy wonder for a 
moment if she were about to drown on her own juices. 

Then Daddy released his teeths' grip on the pink and super-sensitive 
feminine erection. 

The nipple snapped back into place and Marcy's breast returned to its normal 
shape-and what a perfect shape it was, too. 

Marcy opened her eyes and looked at the nipple that had just popped out of 
Daddy's sucking and biting mouth. The little girl was astounded by what she 
saw. Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around 
the dilated pupils. 

She could tell immediately that her nipple had grown larger than it had ever 
grown before. 

She could see that her feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch 
from the tip of her tit. 

She wondered for a moment whether or not the hypersensitive rosebud had been 
permanently stretched. 

"Wow," she said. 

"What?" 

"Big." 

"Yes." 

"Do the other one." 

"Coming right up." 

Daddy repeated the whole oral process with the other feminine erection at 
that point. 

Daddy once again went all the way from gingerly licking and kissing to harsh 
sucking and biting. 

Daddy did not stop until both of the preciously beautiful little girl's 
nipples were once again the same size. They both were huge. 

Daddy then pulled his face away from her budding bosom. He placed his hands 
on her tits. 

He squeezed her breasts, pressing his fingertips right into the bases of 
those plump mountains. 

Daddy made Marcy's tit flesh pucker with the pressure his blunt fingertips 
were exerting. 

"Oooooooh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I LOVE the way you squeeze my tits," Marcy 
hollered. 

Daddy began to move both of Marcy's tits simultaneously in slow sensuous 
circles. She whimpered. 

Moaned. 

Gurgled. 

Purred. 

When she purred her whole throat vibrated and she made a sound that 
tremendously resembled that of a real cat. 

The purring sound was outrageously authentic. 

It was enough to make Daddy believe in reincarnation. It was enough to make 
Daddy believe that the little girl had actually been a cat in a previous 
life or something. 

Daddy positioned his hands on the little girl's knockers so that her nipples 
were throbbing precisely against the centers of his slightly cupped palms. 

He pushed her tits up on her chest, so that they were resting even higher 
than normal. And that was saying something. Marcy's tits rested damn high on 
her chest to begin with. 

Then Daddy pulled Marcy's knockers down toward the base of her slightly 
protruding rib-cage. Daddy pulled the little girl's tits apart so that the 
skin in between them was stretched taut. Marcy felt as if the skin were 
threatening to tear. Then Daddy pushed the tits together at the center of 
her chest. He loved the way the nipples felt throbbing against the centers 
of his palms. The tits were shoved together so tightly that they were 
slightly flattened on their insides. The cleavage between her youthful 
knockers became extraordinarily long and deep. 

Daddy kissed her belly. 

Her abdomen. 

Her loins. 

Daddy kissed Marcy's soft underbelly sensuously. 

"Yesssssssssssssssss," she said, hissing the sound as if she were doing an 
imitation of a snake slithering through summer grass. 

Daddy parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. 

He made his tongue pointy at the tip and used that tip to trace a crooked 
and wet circle around Marcy's dimpled and concave bellybutton. 

Then Daddy dipped his tongue right into Marcy's bellybutton. Deep. Deeper. 
Deeper still. 

It did not take the preciously beautiful virgin very long to figure out that 
this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. 

"So hot, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, so HOT," she said. 

Her voice was shrill. Frenzied. 

Her loins were bucking upward toward the ceiling of the bedroom. 

When Marcy first stretched out on her back on the bed her legs were straight 
at the knees and her knees and ankles were very close together. But this had 
not lasted long. As Marcy's horniness grew her knees parted. She bent her 
knees and placed the balls of her feet flat on the bedspread. Her heels were 
slightly raised and her chubby pink little toes were clutching and gathering 
at the ridged material of the bedspread. Her knees were raised in the air. 
Her thighs kept getting further and further apart. Her thighs opened so far 
that the muscles at their insides started to stretch. She made a vain 
attempt at pointing her knees in opposite directions, at opposite walls of 
the bedroom. Her cunt lips and her ass cheeks opened with her legs a little 
bit. She managed to get her thighs opened well past a perfect ninety-degree 
angle. Marcy opened her thighs to an obtuse angle. She wanted Daddy to start 
eating her cunt right then and there, but the handsome man had other ideas 
on the subject. Daddy had said that he was going to kiss and lick her all 
over-inside and out-and that was precisely what he meant. He removed his 
palms from her tits and got each of her nipples in between his thumbs and 
forefingers. 

He pinched. 

Tweaked. 

Pulled. 

Softly. 

Firmly. 

Very hard. 

Marcy squealed. 

Daddy then crawled down to the foot of the bed and began to kiss at the 
little girl's feet. 

He lifted her feet in his huge hands one at a time so that he could suck her 
chubby toes. 

He sucked her toes one at a time at first. Once again Marcy was amazed at 
how good this felt. Once again it didn't not take her long to figure out 
that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. 

She discovered that Daddy was teaching her about erogenous zones that she 
had not even known she had. She wanted to learn. She wanted to learn 
EVERYTHING there was to know about sex right then and there. 

Marcy was amazed because she had always thought of her feet as being 
intensely ticklish. 

Only in retrospect would the little girl realize that it was IMPOSSIBLE for 
her body, her nervous-system to be precise, to be ticklish and horny 
simultaneously. 

Daddy used his strong, blunt fingers to pull the little girl's toes apart so 
that he could flick the tip of his tongue back and forth in between them. 

He kissed her ankles. 

Her calves. 

Her shins. 

He lifted her legs one at a time so that he could flick the tip of his 
tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the silky soft and 
hypersensitive skin at the backs of her knees. Daddy had just discovered yet 
another erogenous zone on the little girl's body and Marcy let out a sharp 
scream of pleasure to let him know about it. 

Daddy allowed the little girl's feet to lower back to the bed, on either 
side of his massive shoulders. 

He began to kiss and lick and nibble with his teeth at the insides of her 
thighs. 

Daddy worked his mouth up and down, up and down, from her knees to the sides 
of her vulva. 

Daddy allowed his mouth to come within a fraction of an inch of her 
super-swollen outer cunt lips without actually touching them. 

"Daddy." 

"Yes?" 

"You tease." 

"Suffer." 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Marcy moaned wantonly. 

Then Daddy placed the palms of his hands on the backs of her thighs with his 
fingers parted. 

He pushed upward, thus forcing her dainty little feet up off the bed and 
into the air. 

Her toes were tightly curled under because of the intense nature of her 
feminine horniness. Her chubby toes were curled under so tightly that the 
toenails were whitened. 

He forced her to curl herself back into a ball. 

"Reach up and clutch yourself at the ankles," he said. 

"Okay." 

"Good girl." 

"I am trying to be cooperative, Daddy," Marcy said. 

"I know you are, sweetheart. I know you are," Daddy said. 

She tucked her knees close to her nipples. 

She could feel the weight of her lower torso being shifted from the cheeks 
of her ass to the small of her back. 

Her ass cheeks rolled up off the bed and right into the handsome man's eager 
face. He licked his lips. 

Daddy smacked his sensuously thick lips obscenely. 

He kissed and licked and bit at her ass cheeks. He bit so hard a couple of 
times that the little girl let out sharp sounds, which resembled crosses 
between grunts and coughs. 

There was a moment when the little girl thought the man was going to break 
the skin covering her creamy ass cheeks with his sharp teeth. But this did 
not happen. Daddy did bite hard enough, however, to leave semi-circles of 
red teethmarks in the milky white buttock flesh. 

Then Daddy pulled his mouth away from the cheeks of the little girl's ass. 
He placed one hand on either of her ass cheeks. 

Daddy opened his fingers. He began to massage her ass. He kneaded the ass 
flesh lovingly. 

"What are you going to do, Daddy?" Marcy asked. 

"Rim you." 

"What does that mean?" 

"I am going to lick your tight little ass-hole, sweetheart," the older man 
explained. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh, sounds great," she said. 

"I thought you would like that," Daddy said. "You strike me as clairvoyant 
sometimes, Daddy." 

"Call it experience, sweetheart," Daddy said. Daddy lowered his chin to the 
bedspread. As it so happened, he placed his broad chin right in the center 
of the wet spot Marcy had made on the dark red bedspread with the plentiful 
juices that had been dripping all along from the little girl's super-aroused 
and thoroughly engorged poontang. 

He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue one more time. This time, Daddy 
placed the tip of his tongue at the very top of the crack of the little 
girl's ass, at the y-shaped cleft there, directly in between the twin 
dimples on the small of her back that indicated the location of Marcy's 
kidneys. Daddy began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth lightly 
and quickly. He lifted his chin from the bed and licked upward, deeper and 
deeper into the crack of her ass. He licked upward slowly and patiently. He 
could taste the cunt juice that had dripped down into the cleavage between 
the preciously beautiful little girl's fanny cakes. For the first time the 
man knew what he had suspected all along-that the little girl's cunt was 
going to taste every bit as good as it smelled. He licked upward a fraction 
of an inch at a time and the little girl thought it would take him forever 
to get to her ass-hole-but he finally made it. 

"My ass," she whimpered. 

Daddy flicked the tip of his tongue all around the outermost edges of the 
pink and puckered mouth of Marcy's rectum. 

"My assssss is so hot," she said. The rectum was throbbing. The nether eye 
was opening and closing rhythmically-as if it were winking at Daddy. 

He licked her ass-hole teasingly and then eagerly. Enthusiastically. He 
lapped across her bung with the flat part of his tongue until all of the 
delicious anal flavor had been laved away. 

Then Daddy did something that the little girl could not have anticipated in 
a million years. 

He stiffened his tongue. He made it pointy at the tip. He began to push. 
Marcy realized what he was going to do and concentrated all of her attention 
at that moment on relaxing the ring of muscle at the very mouth of her 
bowels. Her ass-hole began to open as Daddy pushed forward with his head and 
shoulders. He had his fingers turned inward toward the crack of her ass. 

The tips of his blunt middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away 
from her pink and swollen ass-hole on either side. His elbows were pointing 
outward in opposite directions and he had her ass cheeks tugged open as far 
as they could go, so that the skin in the crack was stretched as tight as 
cellophane and even some of the puckers in her anus were smoothed. 

"STICK IT," she screamed. 

Her ass-hole opened further as Daddy pushed harder than before. 

"STICK IT IN," she screamed. 

She could feel her tubular sphincter being internally massaged-and the 
little girl understood what Daddy had meant earlier when he said that he was 
going to lick and kiss her inside and out. 

"STICK IT IN MY ASSHOLE. DEEP. DEEP. DEEP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE," she screamed 
loudly. He did. 

He pushed forward with his tongue until the tip had pushed past her tight 
tubular sphincter muscle right up into her softer and more elastic colon. 

He wiggled his tongue around inside her playfully. 

He worked his tongue in and out. It was at this moment that the little girl 
realized for the first time that she was going to grow up to be the sort of 
woman who enjoyed being fucked in all three of her holes. 

Her mouth. 

Her cunt. 

Her ass. 

She wanted more. She could tell almost immediately that Daddy's tongue was 
going to be neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her recently 
kindled deep-anal desires. She could tell that only Daddy's cock-or the 
erect cock of another man, a stranger perhaps-could scratch the itch of 
deep-anal desire the preciously beautiful little girl was experiencing 
inside her bowels at that moment. He sensed this too. He pulled out. 

He allowed her to lower her feet. 

"What now, Daddy?" she asked curiously. 

"Now I eat your cunt," he said. 

She swooned. The little girl could think of little else other than the 
desire in her cunt. 

She didn't try to think about other things, such as a man might when trying 
to delay an orgasm while fucking a woman, but she doubted she would have 
been able to think about anything else even if she HAD been in the mood to 
try. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned. 

"Hot?" 

"Boiling." 

"Ready to come." 

"I feel-I feel like I have a hair trigger," she said. "Oh?" Daddy asked, 
tilting his head to one side. "I feel like I am going to start coming the 
very second you start to lick my cunt," she said. "I don't think so." 

"How come?" 

"Because I am going to tease you right down to the bitter end," Daddy said. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Oh my, Daddy, I have this fire burning between my legs. So hot. Blazing, 
Daddy. Only you can put the fire out, put the fire out with your wonderful 
TONGUE," the little girl squealed with delight ringing in her voice. 

Daddy placed the tips of his fingers on the outer lips of the little girl's 
pussy. He pulled her cunt open so that he would be able to get at all of her 
nooks and crannies with his bold and curious tongue. Daddy placed the tip of 
his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the little 
girl's cunt and ass-hole. Her natural lubrication was gathered thickly 
there. He still couldn't get over how GOOD her pussy tasted. Marcy tasted as 
if there were really honey bubbling out of her boiling honey pot. He began 
to lick up and down the outer lips of her pussy-up and down the entire 
length of her gash. 

Daddy allowed his tongue to come very close-dangerously close-to the little 
girl's love button without making direct contact with it. 

He licked at the sides of her clit a little, and then just above her little 
man in the boat, at her clitoral foreskin. Her fleshy sheath was pushed up 
and out of the way because of the engorgement of her clitoris. 

The little girl could feel all of her muscles tensing up on her. She was 
bouncing up and down on the cheeks of her ass. 

The bedsprings began to whine rhythmically with her bouncing. 

Squeak. 

Squeak. 

Squeak. 

Squeak. 

He licked up and down the entire length of her pink poontang wound in 
between her inner and outer cunt lips, once again allowing his tongue to 
lick within a millimeter or two of the magic fiery bulb without touching it. 
Her breath caught. The little girl's heart felt as if it had skipped a beat 
at that moment. 

Daddy had her outer cunt lips pulled so far apart with the tips of his 
fingers that her pussy looked like a slab of raw meat. 

The man flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth lightly and quickly 
back and forth across the outermost edges of her protruding and slightly 
curled back inner cunt lips. 

Then Daddy pushed his tongue in between her inner cunt lips very close to 
the top of the slash. 

Her ass cheeks were bouncing up and down furiously on the bed, and her loins 
were bucking upward at the ceiling with a sexy frenzy. 

Daddy knew that he was going to have to be increasingly agile with his 
handsome head and his broad shoulders if he hoped to keep the tip of his 
tongue precisely where he wanted it at all times. He knew that he was up to 
the task. He had been in this position before. He simply had to avoid 
getting his nose bloodied by her upwardly bucking pubic bone. 

Her downy teenaged pubic hair wouldn't be thick enough to cushion such a 
blow to Daddy's nose. 

Daddy had the tip of his tongue on her piss hole. His tongue was directly 
below and less than an inch away from the fiery bulb that was the center of 
her newly emerging womanly desire. 

She yearned for Daddy to lick upward, onto the fiery bulb. 

Daddy licked downward instead-downward toward the mouth of her unused fuck 
hole. He hooked his tongue up under her pubic bone. 

He tried to plunge his tongue deep up inside Marcy's cunt-but he did not get 
very far. 

He had only penetrated her poontang about an inch when he found a wall-an 
obstacle-that was blocking the path to Marcy's womb. 

It did not take the man long to figure out what that obstacle was. It was 
Marcy's cherry. 

It was her intact hymen-her precious and undisturbed maidenhead. He pressed 
against it harder and harder, until it stretched taut. 

Beyond that wall were hypersensitive womanly tissues that had NEVER before 
been touched. 

The little girl pressed her cunt against his face. Her sexual arousal was 
growing in leaps and bounds toward the point of no return. Her libido's 
power was growing in quantum leaps toward the saturation point, toward the 
point of sweet, sweet orgasmic inevitability. 

The man tilted his face a little to one side as he plunged his tongue into 
the little girl in this manner. 

The little girl tried to figure out why he did this with his head-why he 
penetrated her pussy from such an odd angle-and then it occurred to Marcy 
suddenly. 

It occurred to the little girl that the handsome older man did not want to 
touch her clit with his nose. 

Daddy was smart enough-and sexually experienced enough-to know that almost 
ANY direct stimulation to Marcy's little man in the boat was apt to trigger 
her come. 

He did not want to trigger her orgasm prematurely. He knew that the longer 
he made her wait, the longer he allowed her sexual tension to grow, the 
better it was going to feel for Marcy when all of that sexual tension was 
released simultaneously in the form of a clitoral orgasm. 

He pressed the cherry taut with the tip of his tongue before withdrawing. He 
could tell that it was not a good idea to tease the little girl much longer, 
however. 

The little girl could feel her sense of time and space being severely 
altered by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that 
moment. Each second felt like a minute. Each minute felt like an hour. She 
was only vaguely aware of where she was-but she still remembered with whom 
she was with. She knew she was with Daddy, and that it was his magic tongue 
that was causing her body-her pussy in particular-to do things that she had 
never done before. 

She had Masturbated, of course, but she could tell by this time that being 
touched by a real lover was a hell of a lot better, a thousand times better, 
than touching herself. 

The man placed his right forefinger at the very top of her pink and wet 
slash. He lightly touched her clitoral foreskin with that fingertip. 

Daddy peeled the fleshy sheath upward-away from the fiery bulb. In this 
manner the handsome man rendered her love button completely naked and 
vulnerable to his every oral caress. 

He moved his mouth so close to her clit that she could feel his hot, moist, 
panting breath, beating down upon the bulging and protruding bulb. 

This subtle stimulation alone might have been enough to make the preciously 
beautiful little girl come if Daddy had kept it up for long enough. But he 
didn't want to tease her that much. He was afraid that the pretty teenager 
would hurt herself-pull a muscle or something-if he didn't make her come 
pretty soon. 

His tongue darted outward and he flicked at her clit. 

Daddy touched Marcy's love button as lightly and quickly as was humanly 
possible. He pulled his tongue away the very instant that the direct contact 
with the clit was made. 

He sought-and he found-the most subtle possible clitoral caress. 

He knew that he did not have to lick the little girl's love button very hard 
because this was, indeed, the most sensitive part of her entire body. 

In spite of the fact that he touched her clit s lightly and quickly as he 
could, the spawned sensation for Marcy was disproportionately strong. 

The little girl felt a lightning bolt of pleasure ripping from her cunt up 
her spine toward her head. 

That rush of womanly pleasure got as far as the base of Marcy's skull where 
it paused and then retreated. 

"SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE. OOOOH. SO VERY VERY CLOSE TO COMING. Daddy. Daddy. 
Daddy. Daddy. You are going to make me come. You are going to make me come 
like I have never come before. You are going to make my pussy explode, 
Daddy. You are going to make me die. You are going to make me die. You are 
going to make me die," she screamed again and again. 

Daddy once again dabbed the tip of his tongue at the preciously beautiful 
teenager's clit, once again pulling away before the little girl's spawned 
pleasure had an opportunity to grow orgasmic in its intensity. 

"PLEASE. PLEASE. MAKE ME COME," she screamed. The scream was wanton. 
Desperate. 

Daddy couldn't tease her any more. He placed the tip of hi tongue on her 
love button once again-and this time he kept it there. 

Daddy kept the tip of his tongue perfectly still at first and merely altered 
the pressure he was exerting. He pressed softly, and then firmly-and then 
softly again. 

"I CAN FEEL IT-I CAN FEEL IT STARTING TO HAPPEN," Marcy hollered. 

Daddy began to roll the little girl's clitoris in slow sensuous circles, as 
if he were rolling a ball bearing around in a sea of boiling oil. He didn't 
have to do that for very long at all before all hell broke loose inside 
Marcy's soupy and smelly cunt. 

The man began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across Marcy's 
little man in the boat slowly and gently-but the handsome man steadily 
increased both the tempo and the pressure of his tongue's movements as he 
went along. 

The little girl had her back teeth clenched together until her orgasmic 
explosions started-at which point her mouth fell gaping open. 

"COMING. COMING. COMING. COMING. COMING SO HARD-SO FUCKING HARD," the little 
girl said. 

The little girl could feel the orgasmic explosions starting at her clit, 
naturally enough. 

The pleasure spread outward from her little man in the boat in ever-growing 
concentric circles. The pleasure spread until it filled her entire cunt, 
inside and out. 

The pleasure spread until it filled her round and violently bucking lower 
torso. She could tell that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading 
either-not until she was enveloped by it. She could feel the pleasure 
ripping up her spine once again, but this time that rush of feminine 
joyousness did not stop at the base of her skull. It did not even pause at 
the base of her skull-but rather exploded, burned its way directly into the 
already reeling gray-matter of her brain. The pleasure did not stop 
spreading until each and every one off her sexually-aroused nerve-endings 
were going berserk with its power. She could feel the effects of her orgasm 
in her fingertips. She could feel her come all the way down to her toes. 

Time stopped. 

She thought her come would go on forever. 

At the point when Daddy first heard her scream that she was orgasming, he 
felt a little squirt of fluid from Marcy's urethra strike him on his 
ever-busy lower lip. At a less experienced time in his life the man might 
have thought that the little girl had lost control of her bladder, that she 
was taking a leak on his mouth. But now he knew better. Daddy knew from 
experience that this fluid was not piss at all. He knew, as a 
matter-of-fact, that the little squirt had nothing whatsoever to do with the 
little girl's bladder. 

He knew that this was actually her feminine ejaculation, and proof positive 
of her orgasm's authenticity. Of course, it would never have occurred to the 
man in a million years that the little girl might fake her orgasm. She 
wasn't sophisticated enough for that. Still, he was glad that he had proof 
that her joy was real. She couldn't fake that little squirt even if she had 
tried. The fluid worked its way into the man's mouth and eventually onto his 
sexually-aroused taste buds. The fluid was sweet, just like the natural 
lubrication being secreted by the little glands deep up inside Marcy's cunt. 

Daddy could tell that the little girl was coming-by far-harder than she had 
ever come before. 

Marcy felt as if she were weightless. She felt as if she were drifting up 
off the bed, spiraling toward the ceiling. Marcy felt as if she were going 
for a magic carpet ride, a ride upon Cloud Nine. 

The little girl felt as if she were levitating. She felt as if she were 
astral-projecting-just like Hindus do after long sessions of deep 
meditation. The little girl had the strange, bizarre, yet wonderful feeling 
that her physical self and her spiritual self were separating. She felt as 
if her spiritual self were spiraling upward toward the ceiling while her 
physical self remained bucking on the damp with sweat bedspread, having it's 
throbbing clit licked by Daddy. 

The little girl felt as if she could feel the earth spinning on its axis-and 
the truly strange thing was that she felt as if she were spinning in 
precisely the opposite direction. 

Daddy was determined to keep licking at the little girl's cunt until her 
come was through, in spite of the fact that his jaw was getting a little 
fatigued. He had been going down on her for some time, and he had not gone 
about it in a lazy manner either. 

Marcy really did think that her come was going to go on forever for a 
moment-but she knew that this was impossible. Marcy knew that all good 
things have to come to an end-and that the same was true for even the best 
of feminine climaxes. 

Just when Marcy figured the intensity of her orgasmic convulsions was bound 
to start diminishing Daddy did something that the little girl could not have 
expected-not in a million years. 

Daddy wrapped his lips around the little girl's clit and its surrounding 
tissues. He began to suck at her clit. He kept the tip of his tongue busy at 
all times so that he was licking and sucking at her little man in the boat 
simultaneously. This brought the little girl's orgasmic spasms and 
convulsions up to maximum intensity once again. She was thrashing her head 
from side to side so furiously by this time that she looked as if she were 
purposefully attempting to injure her own neck. 

Daddy did not have any difficulty determining when the little girl's mammoth 
come was through. 

Marcy was shocked to find that her come ended every bit as abruptly as it 
had started. 

Near the end of her come she had been pressing down against the bed very 
hard with the back of her head and the balls of her feet. She had lifted her 
tensed ass cheeks well up off the bed and had arched her back sharply so 
that her lovely body looked like a bow that was ready to shoot an arrow. 

Marcy collapsed back down onto the bed and stretched herself out flat the 
very instant that the intense spasms of her orgasm were replaced by the 
warmth and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow. 

Daddy pulled his lips and tongue away from the little girl's clit the very 
instant that her come was through. He knew that the fiery bulb was too 
sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments 
following Marcy's orgasm. 

"How was that?" Daddy asked, a sweetness in his voice. 

"That was spectacular, Daddy," Marcy replied. "Was it as good as you had 
hoped?" Daddy asked. 

"It was better," the little girl exclaimed. "Oh god. I was afraid you would 
be disappointed." 

"Don't be silly, Daddy. It was PURR-fect," she said. 

"You sure sounded like you were having fun," he said. 

"I was. I thought I was going to pass out." 

"I've heard that some people can really pass out when they come." 

"Wow, those people are unfortunate," Marcy said. 

"Why do you say that, sweetheart?" Daddy asked. 

"Because they sleep through this part," Marcy said. 

"You like this part, sweetheart?" Daddy asked. "Ummmmmmmmmmm, I am glowing 
all over," she said. 

"Tell me about it, sweetheart," Daddy said. 

"I feel as if I am relaxed for the first time in my whole life," Marcy said 
with a giggle. 

"You worked up a little sweat while you were coming." 

"I can feel my hot perspiration cooling," she said. 

"You were really breathing very hard there." 

"I'm just starting to catch my breath now. My heart was really racing before 
too, but now I can feel it starting to slow down," Marcy said. 

"Good." 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes?" 

"Get on your hands and knees." 

"Why?" 

"I want to see your cock." 

"Okay." 

The man lifted himself. 

"Oooooooh, Daddy, you are still HARD," she said. "Of course." 

"Good, I want you inside me," Marcy exclaimed. "So soon?" 

"The sooner the better," Marcy screamed. "You are so anxious." 

"How can I help it. This is a big moment in ANY girl's life." 

"You want me to just climb on top of you and put it in?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay." 

"It is going to hurt at first, isn't it Daddy?" 

"Yes." 

"Bad?" 

"Don't know. I hope not," Daddy replied. 

"Be gentle." 

"I told you I would." 

Marcy could feel her clitoris' role as the center of her womanly pleasure 
being usurped temporarily by a new magic spot inside her cunt. 

Marcy could feel the new focal point for her feminine desires forming up 
past her cherry. 

That new magic spot was in a place where she had never been touched before 
in her entire life. 

The new magic spot was on the upper roof of her inner cunt very close to her 
dimpled cervix. 

The new magic spot was less than an inch away from the very mouth of Marcy's 
aching womb. 

"My pussy-my pussy needs to be fdled up," she said. 

"We have a long way to go before we get to that point." 

The little girl could tell that Daddy's cock was going to do more than just 
touch her in a place where she had never been touched before. 

Marcy could tell that the tip of Daddy's tool of masculinity was going to 
touch her in places she did not even know she had. 

Marcy could tell that Daddy's dong was going to touch her in places she 
would have thought could not be reached from the outside. 

Daddy stretched out on top of the little girl. 

For a moment the weight of the man's upper torso was fully upon the little 
girl's chest. 

For a moment Marcy's tits were pressed flat against the front of Daddy's 
upper torso. 

Daddy could feel the little girl's pebble-like nipples throbbing against his 
chest. 

He was so heavy upon her that Marcy found it impossible to fill her lungs 
with air. 

Indeed, the little girl was having a lot of trouble breathing because of 
Daddy's weight. 

She let out a low whimpering noise and Daddy got the idea. He placed his 
palms flat on the bed on either side of the preciously beautiful little 
girl's head. He parted his fingers and pushed downward. The little girl 
still had her legs opened as far as she could get them. The thought of 
putting her knees together would have struck the little girl as ridiculous 
at that moment. The thought of crossing her shapely gams would have struck 
Marcy as even more ridiculous than that. The man pressed down with the palms 
of his hands against the bed. He had his legs kicked out behind him toward 
the foot of the bed, with his knees straight, his knees and ankles close 
together. The little girl could feel the entire length of his cock pinned 
and throbbing between their lower bellies. She could feel the base of his 
cock pulsating against her mound. She could feel the tip of his cock 
throbbing against a spot in between her dimpled and concave bellybutton and 
her breasts. She tried to imagine how far inside her soft underbelly the tip 
of Daddy's cock would have to push before her inner cunt lips would have the 
honor of gripping at his fleshy sword at the hilt. But it was no use. Her 
imagination failed to conjure such an image. She thought that his cock was 
going to split her in two when he shoved it inside her-but she felt only a 
twinge of fear. If Daddy was going to kill her with his cock she couldn't 
think of a better way to go. The little girl could feel Daddy's balls 
resting on the outermost edges of her protruding and slightly curled back 
inner cunt lips. Daddy lifted his massive upper torso so that only the 
little girl's nipples were touching his chest. He then supported the weight 
of his upper torso with his left hand exclusively. He reached back with his 
right hand and made a fist around the base of his cock shaft. 

Daddy squeezed his cock three times experimentally-just to make sure that he 
was as hard and thick as possible. 

Daddy had nothing to worry about in the erection department. His cock could 
have grown no thicker. 

No harder. 

He actually only squeezed his dick twice experimentally. The third squeeze 
was purely masturbatory. He squeezed himself that third time just because it 
felt so damn good. 

He squeezed his pecker so hard that third time that his knuckles whitened 
momentarily. 

Daddy used his right hand to guide the tip of his cock down toward the 
little girl's cunt. 

Daddy used his piss hole to rub the little girl's clitoris in slow sensuous 
circles for a moment or two, and she thought that this felt very good-but it 
was no longer what Marcy wanted most of all. 

She was just as anxious as he to get that tube steak in the oven-in spite of 
the pain she knew she would have to suffer before the penetration of her 
virginal poontang could be considered complete. 

The man ran the bulbous purple head of his cock up and down the entire 
length of her pussy. 

Up and down. 

Up and down. 

He did this for several reasons. 

For one thing, it felt very good for both of them, and, for another, he knew 
that the initial violation of Marcy's vagina would be easier for both of 
them if both his pole and her hole were wet and slippery from the natural 
lubrication her twat was rapidly secreting. 

Then Daddy moved the head of his cock down to the base of her poontang 
slash. He wiggled his ass from side to side and worked the tip of his pecker 
in between her inner cunt lips. He had the head of his prick poised at the 
mouth of her unused fuck hole. 

He adjusted his lower torso-moving his ass cheeks back about three inches-so 
that the shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal 
penetration. 

He tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass and pressed his buttocks 
together as tightly as he could get them. He made hiss ass cheeks as hard as 
a pair of rocks. He had his ass cheeks pressed together so rightly that 
Marcy figured the world's strongest man would not have been able to pry them 
apart-even if he were allowed to use a crow bar. 

Marcy concentrated all of her attention at that moment on relaxing the 
muscles at the sides of her cunt. She tried to imagine how far her pussy was 
going to have to open to take just the head of Daddy's cock and still her 
imagination could not conjure such an image. There was still a big part of 
Marcy that felt as if she and Daddy were about to attempt something that was 
physically impossible. 

She could feel a maddening sexual itch deep up inside her cunt, at the foal 
point of her deep-vaginal desires, an itch that was DEMANDING to be 
scratched, scratched by Daddy's cock. 

Daddy took a deep breath. 

He filled his lungs with air. 

His chest expanded. 

He let the air out slowly. 

He began to push downward with his tensed lower torso. The little girl could 
feel the pressure at the mouth of her fuck hole starting to increase. She 
could not, however, feel her pussy lips starting to open. 

As a matter of act, her inner cunt lips were not even beginning to open. She 
feared that the two of them, this time, had bitten off more than they could 
chew. She feared that they really were attempting something that was 
physically impossible. She feared that they were literally trying to put a 
square peg in a round hole. She thought about how far they had come, and how 
disappointed they were both going to be if they tried to fuck and failed. 
But Daddy was not as quick to panic as the little girl. Daddy knew that 
there was only one thing that would get something as big and fat as his cock 
inside something as small and pink as Marcy's cunt. Brute force. 

Luckily for the both of them brute force was something of which Daddy had 
plenty. He once again took a deep breath, but this time he did not let the 
air out slowly. Instead, he grunted out all of the air simultaneously, so 
that Marcy could feel a blast of wind striking her smack in her preciously 
beautiful kisser. 

At the same time Daddy shoved downward as hard as he could with his lower 
torso. Marcy could feel her inner cunt lips opening, all right. As a 
matter-of-fact the little girl could feel her inner cunt lips opening as far 
as they could possibly go. 

She could feel the flesh stretching taut. 

She could feel herself readying to tear wide open. 

Later, in retrospect, the little girl would still believe that she actually 
would have torn wide open if the head of Daddy's cock had been a millimeter 
or two greater in girth than it was. 

She could feel the tip of Daddy's pecker touching her cherry. She could feel 
her cherry stretching taut. The little girl could tell that her virginity 
only had a few more seconds left to live. She felt no nostalgia. 

She had no regrets. 

She was anxious to become a woman. 

"Stick it in me, Daddy," Marcy screamed loudly. 

Marcy felt as if something were about to be torn from her-something that 
would never ever grow back. 

Not just her cherry. 

But her childhood itself. She was about to be graduated into womanhood on 
the head of Daddy's dick. 

"Stick it all the way in me, Daddy," Marcy screamed. 

He stabbed downward again. POP. 

Her cherry popped just like a cork out of a champagne bottle. 

The little girl actually heard a ripping sound between her grossly spread 
thighs a fraction of a second before she felt the pain. Yes, it took her 
berserk nervous-system that long to get the awful message to her brain. Then 
the pain did strike and she could feel her sweat running cold. She could 
feel horribly agony in her cunt-as if Daddy had just stabbed her in the 
pussy with a red hot poker. She could feel something warm and sticky inside 
her cunt mixing with her natural lubrication, and it took the preciously 
beautiful little girl a moment or two to figure out what it was. Then it 
occurred to her. It was blood. 

BLOOD. BLOOD FROM HER RECENTLY OPENED WOUND. 

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH," Marcy hollered loudly. 

"Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?" Daddy asked. 

He was being sweet. 

But she knew she couldn't stop him. 

She knew that they had already gone too far to stop now. 

She could tell by the expression on Daddy's face what he wanted her answer 
to be-so she gave it to him. 

"No. Don't stop. Keep pushing. Keep pushing. Keep pushing until your cock is 
all the way inside me, Daddy," Marcy screamed. 

And that was just what Daddy did. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Daddy knew that, in spite of the fact that Marcy's cherry was gone forever, 
it was still going to be no easy task getting the entire length of his 
ten-inch cock up inside her sweet, sweet pussy. 

Daddy knew that the inner tissue's of Marcy's poontang were all shriveled 
and closed-from lack of use. Those tissues, the handsome older man knew, had 
to be stretched gaping open, using the blunt and purple head of his pecker 
as the only tool. 

In spite of the fact that the man was pushing downward with his tensed lower 
torso just about as hard as he could, the tip of his prick was pushing 
inside the little girl's cunt only a fraction of an inch at a time. 

Still, each fraction of an inch of new violation wakened new sensations 
within the little girl, and brought the tip of that tool of masculinity that 
much closer to the magic focal point of Marcy's deep-vaginal desire, so 
close to her dimpled cervix-so very close to the very mouth of the little 
girl's womb. Just when the pain in Marcy's cunt became so severe that the 
little girl did not think she could take it any longer, she could feel that 
discomfort starting to lessen. The little girl could feel the sharpness of 
the pain inside her cunt dulling into an ache. 

The ache in her twat, amazingly enough, was blending within the gray matter 
of Marcy's mind, with the ache of deep-vaginal desire Marcy had been 
experiencing all along. 

Marcy was more convinced than ever that something positively WONDERFUL was 
going to happen when the tip of Daddy's cock touched her cervix for the 
first time. Yes, her inner cunt was bleeding. The little girl could tell 
that the man's cock was going to be covered with blood by the time the fuck 
was through. Marcy knew that Daddy's pecker was going to be wearing a 
crimson coat by the time the hump was finished. Her cherry was gone forever. 
She was a woman. Free at last. 

like most little girls, Marcy knew that now-now that she had a taste of cock 
meat inside her cunt-she would not be able to get enough prick. She knew 
that she was going to be a great lover, and that she would have many, many 
lovers in her near future. She was going to have sex for both fun and 
profit, she figured, and then her mind was once again focused exclusively on 
the pleasure she was experiencing. Marcy suspected that she had been 
destined all along to be a near-insatiable lover. She knew that once she had 
been fucked she would still want to fuck, and she could not imagine a time 
in the future when she would not want to fuck. She could not imagine a time 
when she would be able to think of anything other than fucking. The little 
girl correctly assumed that she was well on the way toward becoming-yes-a 
nymphomaniac. 

Daddy pushed down, stabbing actually, particularly hard with the tip of his 
cock, and the little girl could feel the tip of his cock touching her cervix 
for the very first time. Just as the little girl had suspected, the spawned 
sensations were absolutely wonderful. 

Marcy could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through her. Daddy 
kept pushing. The little girl could feel the tip of the handsome older man's 
pecker touching the rear wall of her pussy, and this sensation was both 
thrilling and frightening for Marcy. This was because Marcy knew that there 
were still several inches of cock meat at the base of Marcy's cock remaining 
to be inserted. 

The little girl knew at that moment, precisely how far her inner cunt was 
going to have to stretch before her inner cunt lips, her struggling inner 
labia, would have the honor of gripping Daddy's fleshy tool at the hilt. She 
knew she could do it. She knew that she was not going to rip open horribly 
as she had earlier feared. She knew that her pussy really was a hell of a 
lot more elastic than she had counted on-just as the older man had told her 
it would be. 

When? 

Why, it seemed like an eternity ago to the little girl. 

Daddy stabbed down hard again and shoved the remainder of his dick into the 
little girl's cunt. Marcy lifted her feet up off the bed. She raised her 
legs up in the air. The whole time she was doing this Marcy was squeezing at 
the sides of Daddy's masculinely narrow hips with the insides of her finely 
tapered thighs. She pointed her toes upward at the ceiling and straightened 
her knees so that Marcy was making a perfect vee with her comely gams. She 
then turned her toes inward and crossed her ankles. She lowered her heels to 
the small of Daddy's back. One of her heels was resting on either side of 
the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of Daddy's ass. 

She draped her arms over the man's broad shoulders and began to scratch at 
his back, up and down on either side of his spine, with her nails. In this 
manner the little girl clutched at her very first lover with all four of her 
limbs simultaneously. 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes?" 

"Fuck." 

"Not yet." 

"Why not?" 

"Not yet." 

The man continued to press downward with his tensed lower torso in spite of 
the fact that his cock was already all the way inside the little girl. This 
created the illusion within Marcy that the tip of his dick really was 
sinking deeper into the hypersensitive and super-erogenous mucous membrane 
tissues of her soft underbelly-in spite of the fact that this was quite 
impossible. The little girl could feel the man beginning to gyrate his hips. 
The man began to move his masculinely narrow lower torso in slow sensuous 
circles, using the head and shaft of his massive and mammoth cock to stretch 
the little girl's inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every 
possible direction. The little girl begged the man to fuck her-but she no 
longer used words. Instead she pleaded with the handsome older man with 
savage little gurgling noises she was making deep own inside her gullet. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and a half to the diminutive 
teenager, the older man began to withdrew. The little girl could feel her 
inner cunt lips being stretched upward away from the rest of her crotch by 
the girth of the man's rock-hard pole. The man, to the little girl's dismay, 
withdrew every bit as slowly as he had originally penetrated. He did not 
stop withdrawing until once again only the head of his cock was inside her 
cunt. 

The little girl could feel her grossly stretched inner cunt lips gripping 
desperately at that moment at the ring of scar tissue at the top f his cock 
shaft just below the low rim of his bulbous purple cock head. 

Daddy paused at the top of his stroke and once again took a deep breath to 
completely fill his lungs with air. He stabbed down as he grunted out the 
air, and this time the man shoved the entire length of his cock into the 
little girl's cunt at once, all in one fell swoop. The little girl let out a 
grunt of her own at that moment. It sounded as if the violent violation of 
her cunt had somehow managed to knock all of the wind from her lungs. The 
little girl could hear her cunt making a wet farting noise as the cock 
shoved its way inside. The sudden penetration displaced gas and juice and 
blood from the little girl's hypersensitive internal passageway. 

The little girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the 
way around the pupils. Her eyes bulged and bugged. The little girl felt 
great pressure behind those orbs-and there was a frightening moment or two 
when she thought her eyeballs might come popping right out of their bone 
sockets. In retrospect, the little girl realized that she was more shocked 
than injured by the violent violation of her vagina. She had simply been 
unaware of the fact that it was possible for her cunt to for from completely 
empty to completely full with that kind of rapidity. 

The little girl felt a second rush of massive pleasure rush throughout her 
sexually-aroused nervous-system when the head of Daddy's cock smacked 
against the mouth of her womb. 

Daddy began to fuck the little girl with a smooth steady motion. 

He moved his hips from side to side just as much as he moved them up 
and-down at first, and he steadily increased the tempo of his in-and-out 
fucking motion as he went along. 

The little girl could tell that she was about to come. 

The little girl could tell that her impending orgasm was going to be 
different from any of the other sexual releases she had experienced up until 
that time in her short prurient career. 

He used the entire length of his cock with each fuck stroke. 

He pulled almost all the way out of the little girl's pussy before thrashing 
his way back inside. 

The little girl began to move her hips in sync with Daddy's so that she was 
bucking upward each and very time the handsome older man was stabbing 
downward. The little girl was smacking their loins together-beating out the 
rhythm of the ever-increasingly passionate hump. The man rode the little 
girl's pussy high with his dick, so that his fucking friction would have a 
maximum effect on her clitoris. The mans cock shaft was SO thick that the 
flesh rubbed directly against Marcy's little man in the boat as he slid it 
in and out of her pink and wet tunnel of lust. The little girl knew that it 
would not be very long at all before her clitoris was being battered back 
and forth quickly and rhythmically by Daddy's cock shaft, just as if it were 
a small punching bag being worked over by a particularly talented boxer. 

He stabbed in hard. 

She came. 

She screamed. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Marcy said. 

The little girl found immediately that her deep vaginal orgasm was shorter 
and sharper than the clitoral comes she had known in the past-whether they 
be caused by Daddy's mouth or her own diddling finger. But the best thing 
about this new form of orgasm as far as the pretty little girl was concerned 
was that, once it was over, it had done nothing to suppress her fuck urge. 
The little girl was somewhat surprised and every pleased to discover that 
she wanted to have her juicy cunt plowed more after that come than she did 
before it. The little girl realized at that moment that there was more here 
that came from. It was at that point that the little girl discovered that it 
was possible to come more than once while being fucked. She could feel her 
sexual arousal rising back upward toward the saturation point the very 
second that the spasms and convulsions of her first come were through. 

She came a second time. 

A third. 

She stopped counting. 

Numbers did not matter. 

Only sensations mattered. 

Besides, the little girl would later figure that she probably would not have 
been able to count all of her orgasms even if she had been in the mood to 
try. It got to the point where she was snapping off sharp sexual releases 
within her femininely sloped loins so close together, so very quickly, that 
it was all but impossible to tell them apart. The little girl began to feel 
more like she was having one continuous come rather than a bunch of shorter 
sexual climaxes strung closely together, which happened to be the case. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Larry Mumm wanted to grow up to be a policeman. It was a position of pride 
and honor-and a position for which plenty of courage was necessary. 

Larry Mumm had just turned seventeen years old and his mother had been dead 
for only a few weeks. 

He couldn't get her out of his mind-not just because she was his mother, but 
also because she had been his lover. 

He found himself haunted by the incestuous relationship he had had with his 
thoroughly perverted mother. 

He remembered how she had seduced him-and the ease with which she had done 
it. 

He remembered the way he had wanted to defy her, because he knew deep down 
inside that she was making him do something that he shouldn't do. 

He remembered panting to say no to the woman, to tell her that he could 
never allow him to do the things to him that she wanted him to. 

He wanted to tell her that that there was no way he would do the things to 
her that she needed done, but he couldn't do it, and why? Because he did not 
have the courage. 

He realized that he was intrinsically sexually submissive. 

He was pruriently subservient, born to be a sex slave, and he wondered if 
that personality flaw would carry over into what he hoped would be a 
successful career in law enforcement. 

The teenager hoped that his sex life and his real life were separate, at 
least more in reality than in his mind. He remembered how Mommy had made him 
wear a pair of her panties and told him that he should be a girl, that she 
had always wanted him to be a girl, and that had bothered him. 

But what had bothered Larry Mumm even more than that was the fact that he 
had enjoyed wearing Mommy's panties, and he had enjoyed pretending that he 
was a little girl. 

His cock had been hard inside those panties, but he still couldn't get over 
lingering doubts about his masculinity. 

Could he ever be a real man? Could he ever be a real cop? After what Mommy 
had done to him? After he and Mommy had fucked-solely because SHE wanted 
them too. 

Larry knew that he would never be able to get these thoughts out of his 
head. 

He knew that these lingering doubts would haunt him for the rest of his 
life. 

He worried about his sexual future. He wondered if he would ever be able to 
get a hard-on WITHOUT the abuses that his mother had offered him. 

He wondered if he would ever be able to fuck another woman without first 
being forced to wear feminine clothing. 

He knew that Mommy had turned him into a transvestite, a man who enjoyed 
dressing like a woman, and he knew that he would always battle his urges to 
get done up in drag and go out in high heels and make-up. 

Larry also knew that this was a battle that he would fight forever and never 
win, for such was the power that his mother held over him, even in death. 

Larry was in his room brooding about these things when there was a knock at 
the door. "Who is it." 

"Marcy." 

"Come in, sis." 

"Hi." 

"Hi, what do you want?" 

"What makes you think I want something?" 

"You never come into my room, sis." 

"I should-more often." 

"Marcy, you are-" 

"What?" 

"You are looking at me-well-kind of funny." 

"How?" 

"I don't know, like a sister shouldn't look at a brother." 

"Oh?" 

At that moment Marcy looked a hell of a lot like Mommy to Larry Mumm. 
Frighteningly so. 

"I was just noticing what a hunk you are, Larry," the little girl said. 

She closed his bedroom door securely behind her. 

Here we go again, Larry thought silently to himself. 

He could sense the sexual superiority in his younger sister, and already the 
teenaged boy was starting to suspect that he would not be any better at 
saying no to his sister than he had been at saying no to his mother. 

The teenaged chunk of beefcake sat down on End of his bed and his sister sat 
down so close to him that he could feel the heat-yes, the sexual 
heat-radiating off her fine, fine little body. 

He could feel his balls starting to ache and he cursed his damn lust. 

Then he felt confused. 

He could not understand why he seemed to be the only one in this fucked up 
family who ever felt any guilt. 

"You sure are good looking," Marcy said to her brother. 

"What about it?" 

"Well, it's enough to get a girl like me hot and bothered." 

"I thought you didn't do things like that, Marcy." 

"I've changed." 

"How did you find out, Marcy," he said. He was convinced that his sister 
somehow knew about what he and Mommy had done together. 

The bondage, those panties, the fucking, the moaning, the simultaneously 
orgasms. 

He figured that Marcy Mumm just HAD to be there to blackmail him, to 
sexually blackmail him. 

"Find out about what?" 

"You know very well what I am talking about." 

"No." 

"Then why are you flirting with me?" he asked. 

"Do you have a secret, Larry?" Marcy Mumm asked. 

"You know damn well that I do," the boy said. "I wish you would tell me it," 
Marcy Mumm said. 

"Right. So you can hear me say it out loud." 

"Yes, say it out loud, Larry. Tell me it all." 

"You want to hear the lurid details about Mommy and me?" 

Marcy's mouth fell open. 

"You and Mommy?" 

"You really didn't know?" 

"Uh uh," the little girl said, shaking her head from side to side. 

"Oh my God. Well, now you know." 

"I have a secret too." 

"What? Did Mommy seduce you too before she died?" 

"Nope. Daddy did." 

"Oh my God." 

"Daddy popped my cherry." 

"Shit." 

"Now he wants us to work for him in the city, being a hooker and a hustler," 
Marcy said. Larry was pale. 

"I won't do it. It's sick," Larry Mumm exclaimed. 

"Daddy said that was what you would say," Marcy said. 

"Daddy was right. I'm in a family of perverts," Larry said. 

"You should talk, mother-fucker," Marcy said. Larry looked ready to faint on 
the spot. He blinked and shook his head to clear the fog out of the gray 
matter of his mind. 

"You are going to blackmail me into saying yes, aren't you?" 

"I might. It doesn't have to be like that." 

"How else can it be?" 

"I want to convince you that sex is fun and that doing it for money will be 
fun. No hostility." 

"How?" 

"I want to suck you off." 

"Sis." 

"I want your cock in my mouth." 

"Marcy." 

"I want to suck you until you are rock-hard." 

"Please." 

"I want you to come inside my mouth, brother." 

"No." 

"Oh yes, and I can tell you want it too." 

"My damn libido had no fucking morals," Larry whimpered. 

"Go with the flow, Larry. Go with the flow," she said. 

"You know you are making me hot, don't you." 

"I can tell you are starting to breathe funny." 

"This is a cruel world." 

"Filled with temptation." 

"It isn't fair." 

"There's a bulge in your crotch, Larry," Marcy Mumm said. "Yes." 

"Relax, Larry." 

"I'll try." 

"Sis." 

"Yes." 

"You really didn't know about Mommy and me." 

"No." 

"Let me tell you the details at least," he said. And he did. 

"You liked the part wearing Mommy's panties best." 

"Yes." 

"Would you like to dress up like a girl now." 

"Very much." 

"Very easily done." 

Marcy took Larry into her room and together they undressed the boy and 
dressed him in drag. 

Marcy's long skirts were short on Larry and tight at the shoulders, but he 
managed to get into them and that was all that really mattered. 

He wore panties and a bra. 

His nails were polished. 

Marcy put make-up on his face and perfumed him behind the ears. Then she 
made him stand with his high heels a little more than shoulder-width apart 
as she knelt in front of him. 

He was very ashamed and very horny and somehow his shame and his lust had 
blended inside his mind into a single emotion, just as they had when Mommy 
was seducing him. 

Marcy lifted Larry's skirt and tenderly pulled down-and then off-his 
panties, which were actually hers, of course. 

His cock was already fully erect and the little girl was pleased to discover 
that her brother was every bit as well hung as her old man. 

She told Larry to hold the hem of the skirt up by pinning it to his sides 
with his elbows. 

He had to remove his high heels temporarily to get the panties off but he 
squeezed his feet somewhat painfully back into them the first second he had 
the opportunity. 

The little girl could see that the boy's cock was standing at attention in 
front of his masculinely sloped loins, just like a good soldier. She could 
see that the tip of his prick was snapping upward toward his belly. 

She could see that his balls were dangling low. 

His testicles were swollen and his wrinkled scrotal sack appeared to be 
filled to the brim with come. 

The little girl had never had male come in her mouth before and she was 
greatly looking forward to the experience. 

She knew that the come was almost one-hundred percent protein and that it 
would be good and healthy for her to quaff the stuff down. 

The little girl could feel her mouth watering as she stared at his cock and 
balls. 

She could feel her saliva gland working overtime. 

She could tell that soon she was going to have to swallow more frequently 
than usual to keep from drooling spittle onto her chin. 

She pulled her hair back over her shoulders and over the tops of her ears so 
that it would not get in her way. 

It did not take the little girl very long to figure out that she was going 
to have to do something about Larry's bobbing cock. 

It was going to get in her way when she used her lips and tongue to pleasure 
her brother's inner thighs and balls. 

She reached up with her right hand, arching her fingers at the knuckles so 
that her long fingernails would not get in the way. 

She placed the fleshy parts of her fingertips on the pulsating underside of 
Larry's pecker. 

She pushed the head of his dick upward until it was pinned against his 
belly. 

She then began to kiss and lick and bite at the insides of his thighs. 

The boy stood with this shoulders back and his chin tilted upward proudly. 

His stomach was sucked in so that it was slightly concave. 

His knees were slightly bent and he had his back arched rather sharply. 

The boy in drag had postured himself so that his loins and therefore his 
cock and balls were out in front of the rest of his body. 

The little girl started kissing at her brother down by his knees and 
steadily worked her way upward. 

Marcy Mumm worked her mouth upward a fraction of an inch at a time, moving 
closer and closer to the base of the boy in drag's dangling scrotal sack. 

The nymphomaniacal teenager could feel the heat radiating from his balls as 
her mouth moved close enough for him to feel her hot moist breath beating 
upon his super-swollen glands of manhood. 

The incestuous little sexpot then parted her lips and flicked outward with 
the tip of her wet and pink tongue. 

The curvaceous and libidinous youngster licked at the base of the boy's 
balls and she was delighted to find that his entire body jerk. 

Larry had never felt anyone lick his balls before. 

Larry Mumm was astounded at how good it felt. 

The teenaged chunk of beefcake could hear himself let out a deep groan of 
pleasure. 

The sexually-submissive studboy could feel it becoming increasingly 
difficult to keep his lower torso still. 

The passionate and athletic lad could feel his come heating up inside the 
sack, approaching the boiling point. The intrinsically subservient boy could 
feel his come swimming anxiously around his swollen balls, as if it were 
more than ready to get the hell out of there. 

Marcy flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the boy's nuts 
slowly and lightly-but she steadily increased both the pressure and the 
tempo of her tongue's movements as she went along. 

She began to lick at his balls with the flat part of her tongue. 

She licked eagerly. 

Marcy licked enthusiastically at her brother's swollen nuts and she could 
hear the boy's breaths getting steadily shorter and closer together. 

Marcy Mumm decided that she was going to suck at her brother's balls. 

She thought it was strange that he liked dressing like a girl, but, compared 
to the things she had done, like having her cherry popped by her own father, 
she figured his deviation was nothing to worry about. 

Besides, Marcy figured-and correctly-that she was in no position whatsoever 
to pass judgment on the sexual kinks of others. 

Marcy knew that it would be unwise to suck at his balls to roughly or too 
hard. She knee that she could hurt him-and hurt him severely-if she sucked 
at his nuts too hard. 

The little girl parted her lips and concentrated all of her attention on 
making her mouth cottony soft. 

She curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not risk inadvertently 
biting his nuts as she sucked them. 

She knew that a little accident like that could cause her brother great pain 
and ruin everything. 

She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose and her nostrils 
flared accordingly. 

She then wrapped her super-soft mouth around his left nut and she began to 
suck. 

The little girl did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have. He 
sucked softly. 

Larry thought she sucked just right, and his moans and groans of pleasure 
told her so. 

She kept the tip of her tongue busy so that she was sucking and licking at 
the super-swollen testicle at the same time. 

She did this for a long time before she pulled her mouth away. 

Then she repeated the process with the other but-once again creating a 
subtle vacuum inside her oral cavity, hollowing her smooth and milky white 
cheeks only slightly. Then she pulled her mouth away from his dangling 
scrotal sack for a second time. 

She puckered her lips so that she made herself look as if she were about to 
whistle a happy tune. 

She blew cool air onto the boy's nuts and Larry shivered so hard that he 
looked and felt for a moment as if he were trying to shake himself right out 
of his skin. 

Larry Mumm could feel the entire surface area of his body becoming covered 
with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh. 

The teenaged chunk of beefcake could feel the little hairs at the nape of 
his neck standing on end. 

The little girl reached up with her left hand. She still had his cock pinned 
to his belly with the fingertips on her right hand she could feel the 
underside of his cock shaft throbbing more intensely than before against her 
right fingertips-and that was saying something. 

The little girl turned her left palm upward and placed the fleshy part of 
her fingertips on the underside of his scrotal sack. 

She wiggled her fingers playfully and fondled his balls in this manner. 

Then the little girl bobbed her brother's balls up and down on her 
fingertips, just as if she were trying to determine how much they weighed. 

They were heavy. 

Very heavy. 

She squeezed his nuts and she placed the tip of her tongue on the underside 
of his cock shaft, at the very base, where Larry's cock and balls came 
together. 

She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly 
and she straightened her back as she licked upward, moving her mouth closer 
and closer to the bulbous purple cock head. 

She licked upward steadily until she got to the fleshy patch just below his 
cock head. 

His entire body jerked when she licked this spot and she could tell right 
away that it was a magic spot-a spot where the nerve-endings were clustered 
particularly densely. 

She allowed her tongue to linger at that spot, just below the split in the 
underside! of his purple glans-the groove that made the head of Larry Mumm's 
cock look especially like a ripe plum. 

The little girl ran the tip of her tongue up that groove and she did not 
stop until she had her tongue on his piss hole. 

She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen little 
lips astride his urethra. 

She then loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft with her 
right fingertips-just enough for his cock head to come away from his belly 
about an inch, far enough for the little girl to get at the entire glans 
with her bold and curious taster. 

She rolled the sides of her tongue rather lazily around his cock head. 

She couldn't believe how SMOOTH that skin was. She laved the cock head until 
the entire thing was wet and shiny with spittle. 

His cock had was so thick that the little girl was not sure if it was even 
going to fit inside her mouth-but she knew one thing for sure. 

She was going to give it her best shot. 

She was going to give it the old college try. 

The little girl concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her 
jaw. 

She worked her jaw from side to side to get the kinks out of the hinges. 

She then once again made sure that she was breathing exclusively through her 
nose. 

She knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before breathing through her 
nose would be a necessity. 

Her mouth was going to be filed to the brim with anxiously throbbing cock 
meat. 

The little girl then dropped her jaw and allowed her mouth to fall gaping 
open. 

Her mouth was opened so far that the skin at the corners was stretched taut. 

Her jaw dropped so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. 

She could feel an ache in her jaw forming almost immediately. 

She knew that she was going to have to thrust this personal discomfort into 
the back of her head, and try not to think about it. 

She knew that she had to get the pain in her jaw as far from her 
stream-of-consciousness as was humanly possible, so that she would be able 
to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. 

She removed her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft 
completely. She clutched his balls snugly with her left hand, but nowhere 
near hard enough ton risk injuring those fragile glands. She made a fist 
around his cock shaft with her right hand and squeezed it a couple of times, 
just because she loved the way he sounded when he was moaning with pleasure. 

The little girl used her right hand to point the tip of her brother's cock 
at her mouth. She pushed forward with her preciously beautiful face. 

She took the head of his cock in her mouth. The cock head was so thick that 
the corners of her mouth had to stretch even more than they were stretched 
already. 

She pushed forward with her face until her lips were gripping desperately at 
the ring of scar tissue around the top of his cock shaft, just below the 
lower rim of his bulbous purple cock head. She began to suck. 

There was nothing cute or subtle about the way she sucked his cock, as there 
had been when Marcy was sucking Larry's balls a few moments earlier. 

The little girl pumped up and down on the shaft of her big brother's pecker 
with her right fist even as she sucked. The boy could feel his sexual 
arousal mounting more quickly than he would have thought humanly possible. 
The little girl managed to keep her teeth off of his cock the entire time 
she was sucking him-and she was quite proud of herself for that. 

She could feel his cock getting a little bit harder than before. She could 
feel his cock becoming more urgently erect. All of his muscles were starting 
to stiuffen up on him involuntarily and his breaths were frighteningly short 
and close together. The teenager in drag was breathing so hard that he was 
hardly breathing at all. He could feel his come boiling inside his scrotum. 
His balls felt ready to explode. Then the little girl could feel his cock 
begin to spasm. She could feel the shaft convulsing against her right palm 
and the insides of her tightly curled fingers. She was squeezing him so hard 
that her knuckles were whitened. The little girl could feel his cock head 
starting to contract against her lips and against her tongue. She knew that 
it was not going to be very long now before she would discover for the very 
first time what a man's come tasted like-and there was a little voice in the 
back of Marcy Mumm's head that told her the boy's come was going to taste 
better than anything her taste buds had previously known. 

"COMING," he screamed. 

Her mouth was filled. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Marcy did not take very long to figure out that there was going to be a hell 
of a lot more come than she had been anticipating. 

The little girl could tell that it was going to be a struggle to keep all of 
his come inside her mouth, a futile struggle for sure. 

Marcy Mumm had to puff out her cheeks so that she looked like she had the 
mumps in an attempt to hold all of the silver seed. 

The little girl began to swallow. She swallowed hard and immediately-but it 
was no use. 

The nymphomaniacal teenager could not hold all of the come, no mater how 
hard she tried. 

There was simply too much silver spunk. Her mouth was too small to hold all 
of it inside. 

The incestuous little sexpot could feel the come oozing from the stretched 
corners of her mouth. 

The curvaceous and libidonous youngster could feel the jam rolling down onto 
her chin. 

The come cooled on Marcy's chin, and coagulated into a gel with its exposure 
to the air. 

The little girl managed to keep ninety-five percent of the jism inside her 
mouth, however. 

The nymphomaniacal teenager figured that was quite an accomplishment, all by 
itself. 

She figured that she was doing damned well-considering this was her very 
first blow job. 

It didn't take the teenager long to discover the come to be hotter than she 
had counted on. 

There was a moment when Marcy Mumm thought the come was scalding the inside 
of her mouth. 

The little girl had to wait for the come to cool before her taste buds could 
properly register the flavor. 

The little girl discovered-however-that it was worth the wait. The taste was 
delicious. Marcy Mumm was not disappointed. 

She found the come to be-just as she had anticipated-as delicious as 
anything her taste buds had ever known. 

Of course, there were many exotic foods Marcy Mumm had never tasted-like the 
roe of Latin American carp--but she couldn't imagine even the world's most 
expensive caviar tasting better than the boy's sweet jism. 

His come was fishy and salty and refreshing. It tasted like raw protein, and 
the little girl really could feel herself getting healthier as she sucked 
that jam down. 

His come tasted like the froth of the sea. 

His come tasted like life itself. Marcy Mumm could not get enough of that 
creamy, musky stuff. 

The little girl wanted to suck that cock dry with her anxious mouth. She 
squeezed his balls a little harder than before, with the excitement of his 
release. 

She pumped up and down on the shaft of his pecker furiously, jerking him off 
even as she blew him. 

He let go of the hem of his skirt with his elbows and the skirt fell over 
Marcy Mumm's head. 

The little girl discovered that she loved the texture of the come just as 
much as the flavor. 

The come was like raw egg whites as it slithered down her sucking gullet 
toward her happy tummy. 

The little girl could feel a warm spot of contentment forming at the pit of 
her cheerful stomach. 

She could feel the raw protein clustering-accumulating-at the base of her 
belly, awaiting the digestion process. 

She wanted to suck that spasming cock until the scrotal sack was empty. She 
wanted to suck until his balls were as dry as a pair of bones left out to 
bleach in a desert sun. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am coming so hard," Larry screamed with 
gusto and great fervor. 

The little girl found that she had no trouble keeping all of Larry's come 
inside her mouth after that first squirt. 

She found the quantity of jism in each squirt diminished rapidly following 
the first explosion of silver seed. 

She timed her sucking motion so that she was in sync with the convulsions in 
the pecker. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and 
swallowed, until his come was through. Then she pulled her mouth off of his 
cock and she pulled her head out from beneath Larry's feminine clothing. 
Larry Mumm could feel his cock shrinking almost immediately. The teenaged 
chunk of beefcake could feel his pecker losing its urgent rigidity the very 
instant that his come was through. The sexually-submissive studboy could 
feel his balls shrinking too, and his scrotal sack really did feel as if it 
had been sucked dry. 

Marcy had come on her chin. Larry helped her to her feet. Larry Mumm licked 
Marcy Mumm's chin clean. 

They kissed passionately. 

"I can't believe that it has happened again," Larry said. 

"That what has happened again?" Marcy asked. 

"I have committed another act of-of-" Larry could not say it. 

"Incest," Marcy Mumm said, filling in the blank for her brother. 

"Yes," the boy said, closing his eyes, and nodding slowly. 

"Are you going to be willing to hustle for Daddy?" the little girl asked. 

"Of course. I can't say no. I have never been able to say no." The teenaged 
chunk of beefcake seemed dejected, yet his face was still flushed with the 
pleasure he had known only a few short moments before. 

"I knew that you would come around, Larry," Marcy said. 

"I think I should change my clothes," Larry said. 

"I think you look adorable as a girl, big brother." 

"Yeah, well, I feel silly, now that the passion is worn off." 

And so the boy changed back into male clothes quickly, after visiting the 
bathroom to wish the make-up off his face. His feet hurt from being crammed 
inside the high heels. 

"What is the job going to entail?" Larry asked. 

"You have to suck and fuck lonely ladies, Larry," Marcy explained. 

"I see. That doesn't sound too bad," Larry Mumm said. 

"Of course not, silly. Daddy wouldn't make you do anything bad," Marcy Mumm 
exclaimed cheerfully. 

"And you are going to be fucking and sucking horny guys, right?" Larry Mumm 
inquired curiously. 

"You got it. I can't think of anything I would rather be doing that fucking 
and sucking all day and all night," Marcy Mumm said happily. 

"You sure do seem different-since Daddy popped your cherry, Marcy," Larry 
said with a serious tone. 

"He turned me and-AND HOW. I think I am a nymphomaniac or something, I 
swear, Larry," Marcy said. 

"Then, I guess you are in the right line of work, Marcy," the boy said, 
sucking her lower lip noisily. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm , you have gotten me all worked up now, big 
boy," Marcy said. "Can you get it up without the drag?" 

"I don't know. I have never tried, except for-you know-when I was jerking 
myself off, you know," Larry told his kid sister with a blush of 
embarrassment. She thought it was strange that he would blush over something 
like this-after she had just knelt before him, taken his cock into her 
steamy mouth, and had sucked the spunk right out of his exploding gonads. 

"I want you to fuck me, Larry. And then we are going to go talk to Daddy, so 
he can explain what our jobs, are going to be like." 

"Are we going to have to go out and find these horny people or are they 
going to be supplied for us?" Larry asked. 

"I think they are going to be supplied for us. I think Daddy wants to pimp 
for us." 

"Strange." 

"Not really. Someone had to supply fucking for bucks, or the people who want 
to buy sex wouldn't have any way of spending their money," Marcy Mumm 
explained patiently. After all, it WAS the world's oldest profession. 

"You are right. I hope I don't have to fuck any ugly old bags," Larry said. 

"I don't think so. Daddy wants to attract the beautiful people. Heck, you 
might get to fuck a movie star or something," Marcy Mumm said. 

Larry Mumm blushed again. 

Marcy got naked. 

"Nice," Larry said. 

"Thanks," Marcy replied. "Great tits." 

"I grew them special-just for you, Larry," Marcy said. "Flirt." 

"Touch me, all over." He caressed her. "Larry." 

"Yes?" 

"Stick your finger up my ass." 

"Okay." 

The boy pushed his right hand down over his sister's supple ass. He pushed 
his middle finger into the crack of her ass. It was a little sweaty in there 
She shivered as the tip of his finger touched the mouth of her rectum for 
the first time. She moaned and pressed against him. 

She could feel her ass-hole throbbing against his fingertip as he explored 
her entire rectal area. 

Then he poised the blunt tip of his masculinely thick finger right on the 
center of the pink asterisk of Marcy Mumm's ass-hole and snapped his wrist. 
She gasped and bit her lip as his finger pushed right up past her anus and 
up into her sphincter. He cleared her sphincter and pushed into the softer 
expanses of her internal colon. She moaned as he pushed his finger up inside 
her as deeply as he could. His finger, like Daddy's tongue, was neither long 
enough nor thick enough to appease her deep anal cravings. She could feel 
him wiggling his finger around inside her ass, moving it in and out, 
fingerfucking her ass-hole with his longest digit, making her swoon, but it 
would be a cold day in hell before he could get her off in this manner. He 
was merely teasing her and making the desire inside and outside her cunt 
double in its intensity. 

"Larry?" 

"Yes?" 

"Pull your finger out." 

"Slowly?" 

"Very." 

"Gotcha." 

"Ummmmmmm, go down on me." 

"Eat your pussy, sis." 

"Yes, make me come with your tongue." 

"I can smell your cunt way up here." 

"Stick your sniffer in the musky gash." 

"I wonder how deep my tongue will go." 

"Lick the back of my bellybutton." 

"I'll give it my best shot." 

"How do your balls feel, Larry." 

"I can feel the glow going away." 

"Is that good or bad?" Marcy Mumm asked. "It means the ache is returning," 
he said. "The ache of desire," the little girl inquired. "That's right. I 
know my cock will soon grow." 

"How long before you have a full-fledged erection?" 

"I can't rightly say, Marcy, but it won't be long." 

"By the time you finish eating my cunt?" she asked. 

"By the time I finish eating your cunt I have a feeling that my cock is 
going to be ready to explode." 

"Good. This time I want it to explode inside my cunt," she said. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, the thought appeals to me," Larry said. 

"I should hope so. Have you had other lovers?" she asked. 

"You mean besides Mommy," the teenaged boy inquired. "Yes." 

"No. Just you and Mommy," the boy confessed with a blush. 

"I guess you like to keep it in the family," she said. 

"At this rate I may NEVER go out on a real date," Larry said. 

"You have a long life ahead of you. Plenty of time for romance," Marcy said. 

"You are right. I should concentrate on having fun," he said. 

"Absolutely. We are not even adults yet, Larry," Marcy said. 

"I know. I feel old sometimes, since Mommy died," Larry said. 

"Try not to think about Mommy. Think about me. I am alive," Marcy said. 

"You can say that again," Larry said, raising his right eyebrow into a high 
arch. 

"Think about the hot foxes, models and stewardesses and the like, who you 
are going to be fucking," Marcy Mumm said to her brother. 

"Ummmmm, I can feel my cock growing very fast now," Larry said. 

"Suck my tits before you eat my cunt," Marcy Mumm said. 

Naturally enough, Larry Mumm did precisely as he was told without offering a 
peep of protest. He obeyed Marcy's sexual commands just as if those commands 
had been delivered by his mother. Marcy wanted Larry Mumm to forget about 
Mommy. She didn't know how difficult of a task that was going to be for the 
boy. It was going to be a task that Larry would work on for the rest of his 
life. 

He took her right nipple into his mouth and he sucked very hard. He sucked 
and licked at the same time. 

He repeated the process with the other nipple and then crouched with his 
head between Marcy's parted thighs. The little girl could feel her cunt 
drooling. She could feel her natural lubrication rolling down the insides of 
her femininely tapered thighs just like so much sticky nectar oozing from a 
split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. The little girl could feel 
her big brother lapping the cunt juicy off the insides of her thighs with 
the flat part of his tongue. 

The young man then went straight for his sister's cunt. He began to lick at 
her poontang with the coated part of his tongue. He licked eagerly and 
enthusiastically. He gave it everything he had right from the very first 
tongue stroke. He licked at the entire length of her cunt with each long 
lick. He crossed her little man in the boat with his tongue with each lick 
as well, and each time his taster made direct contact with her 
hypersensitive love button the little girl could feel herself growing that 
much closer to orgasm. Then Larry thrust a stiffened tongue up inside her 
cunt just as he had earlier promised he would. He rubbed her clit with his 
nose. Then he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and went at her clit. He 
licked hard and fast at her clit and she stiffened almost immediately. She 
let out a shrill cry of pleasure and he could feel her pussy spasming with 
feminine ecstasy against his handsome face. The little girl ground her twat 
against his face with a slow, sensuous circular motion, as the waves of 
pleasure from her womanly sexual climax spread outward from her little man 
in the boat in ever-growing concentric circles to complete envelope her 
central nervous-system. 

He made her come viciously with his tongue and then picked her up in his 
arms. He literally threw her on the bed. He had never behaved so 
aggressively-and he was pleased with himself. He saw this behavior as more 
in tune with the classic gigolo image. The little girl liked it too. He 
whipped down his pants and his underwear at the same time with a flurry of 
motion and his cock came flopping out as hard as a rock, just like Marcy 
Mumm had hoped it would. 

"No, don't fuck me this way. I want you to do it a different way," Marcy 
Mumm said to her big brother. 

"How?" 

"Doggie." 

"Rear entry?" 

"Yes, please." 

"Sounds good." j 

She got on her elbows and her knees. Her forearms and palms were flat on the 
bedspread. Her fingers were straight and parted. The little girl knew that 
it wouldn't be very long at all before her fingers curled with her pleasure 
and she would grip the bedspread with white knuckles. 

She arched her back and lifted her perfect fanny high in the air. She knelt 
with her knees as far apart on the bed as her balance would allow. Naturally 
enough, her toes were tightly curled under. The tops of her feet and her 
shins were on the bedspread as well. She tilted her ass up so that it would 
be easy for her brother to get his cock up inside her. 

The boy knelt at her rear and held her ass with his left hand as he used his 
right hand to guide the tip of his dick up in between her ass cheeks and 
then down against her cunt. She whimpered and whined a little as the tip of 
his pecker touched her ass-hole. 

Her virgin ass-hole. 

She pretended in her mind for a moment or two that Larry was about to fuck 
her in the bung hole, and Marcy Mumm liked the way that made her bung hole 
open and close with expectation, horniness. 

She wanted her brother to fuck her ass, to feel his cock deep up inside her 
bowels, but she held back from telling the teenaged studboy her feelings. 

She knew that her ass cherry would be worth a pretty penny on the open 
market-and that Daddy would prefer she preserve her ass cherry so that it 
could be popped by a paying customer. 

She could feel the head of the boy's cock rubbing up and down the entire 
length of her cunt. The boy was smart enough-because Mommy had taught him-to 
know that the fuck would be easier if his cock head was wet and slippery 
before he tried to push inside that super-tight quivering quim. 

Then he found the hole and he entered. She stretched to take him. 

"FEELS SO GOOD SO GODDAMN GOOD OHHHHHH FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD SO FUCKING GOOD 
SO FUCKING GOOD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed. 

He filled her to the brim with his cock meat. 

He began to fuck her steamy hot twat very slowly. 

"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME INSIDE MY FUCKING CUNT-INSIDE MY FUCKING 
POONTANG," she screamed. 

He fucked her faster than before-with authority. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE MAKING ME COME-YOU ARE FUCKING MAKING ME COME SO 
FUCKING HARD," she screamed. 

He gave it everything he had. He fucked her with reckless abandon. He fucked 
her as hard and fast as he could. 

She loved the way his loins and the front of his thighs felt as they slapped 
against her buttocks. She could feel the top of his scrotal sack resting 
against her clit and against her bushy mound each time he drove his cock all 
the one into her. He made her come once, twice, three times. Then he drove 
the entire length of his cock into her and he kept it there. His cock 
swelled to stretch her even more than before. He let out a howl of pleasure 
and she could feel his scalding jism splattering against the stretched rear 
wall of her oozing cooze. 

"Daddy?" 

"Come in Marcy. Larry. I have been waiting for you," Daddy said. 

"I have been talking with Marcy, sir, and-" Larry faltered. 

"You look like you have been doing more than talking," Daddy said. 

"Yes, sir. Anyway, I want to work for the family business." 

Marcy and Larry had an agreement. Neither was EVER going to mention the 
sexual affair between Mommy and Larry in front of Daddy. It would only upset 
him, and get him angry with Larry for something the poor boy could not have 
possibly avoided. 

"Good boy. Do you have any questions?" Daddy asked. 

"Yes, sir," Marcy and Larry said, almost in unison. 

"What?" the handsome older man quickly queried. 

"Are we going to be out on the street?" Larry asked. 

"Heavens no. You won't have to leave the house." 

"Great. Do we get to use our own rooms?" Marcy asked. 

"If you like. I was thinking of using the guest room, fixing it up with red 
light and stuff," Daddy said. 

"That's pretty corny, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said. 

"I suppose, dear, but a lot of your customers are going to be MY age, and we 
LIKE corny things," Daddy said. 

"Okay," Marcy Mumm said with a shrug of her round shoulders. 

"How will the customers be recruited?" Larry Mumm asked. 

"I am putting an ad in a sex newspaper," Daddy said. 

"I see. Will the clients be screened. We don't want any sadists," Larry 
said. "Why not?" Daddy asked. "Well-" 

"Sadists pay good money. You two have to be willing to do ANYTHING, do you 
understand?" Daddy said. 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Good. Anything else?" 

"Yes." 

It was Marcy. "Yes, Marcy?" 

"I have never been fucked in the ass-hole before." 

"Would you like me to teach you what it is like." 

"That would please me a lot, Daddy, except I had a different idea," Marcy 
Mumm exclaimed. 

"What?" 

"I thought we could sell my ass cherry, Daddy," Marcy Mumm said, her eyes 
widening a little with her suggestion. 

"Why, that's a very, very good idea, pumpkin," Daddy said. 

"Thank you, Daddy," the little girl said beaming with pride. 

"I think you have a keen mind for business, Marcy." 

"I think about getting fucked in the ass all the time, Daddy. I'm sure that 
I will give ANY man an EXCELLENT butt fuck," Marcy Mumm said. 

"You know what, pumpkin?" 

"What, Daddy?" 

"I think we are going to make the popping of your ass cherry the first order 
of business." 

"Wow, I didn't think it was going to be THAT important." 

"I'll bet we could get a grand for your ass-hole." 

"Wow, it makes me feel so valuable, Daddy," Marcy Mumm squealed with 
absolute teenaged delight. 

"You are valuable, pumpkin-and you too, Larry. You two with your fine young 
bodies are going to be our road to easy street," Daddy said. 

Larry smiled. 

"You want to be rich, son?" 

"Very much, sir. Then I want to go to the police academy and be a cop." 

"Right. Right. Right," Daddy said, and the teenaged boy could tell that his 
father thought he was full of shit. 

"Anything else, Daddy?" Marcy asked. 

"Yes." 

"What?" 

"You two just fucked, right?" 

"Yes," Larry said. 

"I want to watch you do it." 

"Me and Larry?" Marcy asked. 

"That's right. I want to watch my son and daughter FUCKING," the handsome 
older man said." And I am going to jerk off watching." 

Marcy had not seen her father jerk off since the very first time she had 
ever seen him naked. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was about a week later when Daddy walked into Marcy's room to announce 
that the family business was underway. The advertisement had been put in the 
newspaper. It had been answered. The clients had been interviewed on the 
phone and in person, and now things were ready to roll. The first customer 
was a handsome red-haired man named Christopher. He had been the first to 
answer the ad, and he mentioned right off that he was 

PARTICULARLY interested in buying Marcy's ass cherry. 

He paid the thousand dollars, so Marcy could tell that the handsome 
red-haired man was very rich. 

"Christopher would like to meet you, Marcy," Daddy said, with a shit-eating 
grin on his face. Daddy bared all of his teeth when he smiled. 

"Okay. I am anxious to meet him too. I hope that he is HALF as good looking 
as you said he is. Should I come down to the living room, Daddy?" Marcy 
asked. 

"No, you stay here. I will send Christopher up," Daddy said. 

"Okay," the little girl replied cheerfully. She could feel her ass-hole 
tingling like crazy. She could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal 
pumping into the mucous membranes of her bung hole. Yes, her ass-hole was 
swelling-and she could feel her entire rectal area becoming increasingly 
sensitive to boot. 

Marcy was dressed in a flimsy nightgown. Daddy told the little girl not to 
wear anything that would get in the way or take too long to get off. The 
idea was for her to get naked as quick as possible. As Daddy was so fond of 
saying, "Time is money." 

Marcy could feel her nipples getting hard. 

The little girl could feel her pussy swelling too. 

Then there was a gentle knock on the little girl's door. She sprawled 
herself somewhat slothfully across her bed. She had won one argument with 
Daddy. He had scrapped the guest room idea with the red lights. Marcy and 
her brother were each going to be allowed to use their own room to work out 
of. Daddy finally agreed that his son and his daughter would be more 
comfortable if they fucked and sucked on their own beds. 

"Come in." 

The door opened. 

Marcy's mouth opened. 

Christopher was gorgeous. 

He was a god. 

Marcy could see right off that the man stood well over six feet tall. Six 
four to be precise. 

She could tell that Christopher tipped the scales at well over two-hundred 
pounds also. 

The little girl could tell that not a single ounce of that poundage was fat. 
It was obvious. 

Oh yes. 

It was clear even when Christopher had his clothes on that there was not an 
ounce of fat anywhere on his body. 

Christopher was all muscle-there could be no doubt about that. Christopher 
was made out of iron-thewed muscle. 

The little girl felt as if she were falling in love-right on the spot. Love 
at first sight. That's what it was. The little girl could feel the tingling 
and throbbing of desire in her pink and virginal ass-hole doubling in 
intensity when she got a look at the hunk and a half who was going to be 
popping that cherry. 

Christopher's hair was very red-like fire. It was cut neatly, trim over the 
ears and at the collar. She could see that he had a fair complexion and that 
there was still a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose-in 
spite of the fact that Marcy judged Christopher's age to be somewhere in the 
mid-thirties. 

His hair was parted on the left and fell down onto his forehead in a manner 
that the little girl thought was EXTREMELY cute. 

He had a rugged handsomeness to his face. He looked like he had been carved 
out of rock by an artist attempting successfully to depict perfection. Manly 
perfection. She had never seen anything like him before. 

The little girl could see that his eyebrows and his eyelashes were the same 
fiery red color as the hair that grew out of his scalp. 

The little girl could not help but wonder at that hyper-erotic moment if his 
pubic hair was the same color as the hair on his head too. 

She could see that Christopher's eyes were baby blue. They were the color of 
a cloudless summer sky. They were the color of freshly laid pigeon eggs. She 
could see his eyes twinkling merrily. She could tell that Christopher was 
very happy to be there. She could tell that he was very happy to be there 
with her. 

The man had a straight nose and thick sensuous lips. His eyebrows were bushy 
and met in a vee at the bridge of his nose. One could have said that 
Christopher actually only had one eyebrow--and that it want all the way 
across his face. His cheekbones were high. His chin was very strong. His jaw 
was squared off. He had a deep dimple in the center of his chin that 
appealed to Marcy a great deal. That dimple reminded the little girl of Cary 
Grant-or maybe Kirk Douglas. It did not make any difference. 

Marcy could see that Christopher had extraordinarily broad shoulders. He had 
filled the doorway when he first entered the room. 

As a matter-of-fact, Christopher's entire upper torso was massive. The 
little girl could see that there were thick slabs of muscle crisscrossing 
his chest, his arms, his shoulders and his back. The little girl could tell 
that Christopher's muscles rippled masculinely with each and every one of 
his movements in spite of the fact that he still had all of his clothes on. 

In spite of the massive nature of his upper body, Christopher's waist and 
hips were remarkably slender. Marcy thought that he was built like a 
triangle with its point down-sort of. She could see that there was a great 
ratio between his chest and waist measurement. On the other hand, the little 
girl could see that there was hardly any ratio at all between his waist and 
hip measurements. She could see that his thighs were very thick with muscle. 
The little girl knew that she would never get around to measuring, but she 
suspected from the start that one of Christopher's thighs was bigger around 
than her entire waist. Of course, the little girl's waist only measured 
twenty-two inches-the same as her mother had measured around her middle 
before her untimely death in an automobile accident. His legs were long. 

Christopher's hands and feet were extraordinarily large, and the little girl 
could tell by the bulge that was developing in Christopher's steadily 
tightening pants, that the same thing was true of another all important part 
of his masculine anatomy. She could tell that Christopher was hung like a 
horse, and she began to fear that maybe her ass-hole would not be able to 
handle him. From the look of the bulge in the crotch of Christopher's 
trousers the little girl got the impression that his cock was every bit as 
big as Daddy's. 

"So, you have never been fucked in the ass before." 

"Nope." 

"Well, I didn't expect you to be this cute, I must confess." 

"Same here." 

"How long have you been working for your father?" 

"You are my very first customer, Christopher." 

"My, my, my, I AM going to get my money's worth." 

"I promise I will do my very best to please you." 

"I'm sure you will. Let's get down to business." 

"Okay. Bet you I can get naked quicker," Marcy said. 

"No bet," Christopher said with a hearty laugh. "I DO want to see you naked, 
though," Marcy said. 

"Okay. This must be scary for you," Christopher said. "Why?" 

"Oh, being a teenaged prostitute for the first time." 

"It's not scary when you are working for Daddy," Marcy said. 

"Right," Christopher concurred whole-heartedly with a grin. 

The little girl pulled her flimsy nightgown off. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmm, you are SPECIAL," Christopher said. 

"Do you like my tits?" Marcy asked, stroking her knockers. 

"So ripe, so firm, so plump," Christopher exclaimed. 

"Do you like my pussy?" Marcy asked quickly. 

She spread her legs and fingered her pink poontang. 

"Very much," Christopher said, licking his lips. "How do you like my ass, 
Christopher?" Marcy asked. 

She rolled over on her belly so he could see her fanny cakes. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm, I like them best of all," Christopher said. 

"Would you like to look BETWEEN my ass cheeks?" 

"Very much." 

"Can't." 

"Why not?" Christopher asked, faking a pout. "Because you still have your 
clothes on, silly." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Easily remedied," Christopher said. 

He quickly stripped himself naked, and the little girl was not disappointed 
with what she saw. All of the muscles implied under his clothes were real. 
She could see that Christopher had a thick rug of fur covering the front of 
his body. The hair on his chest and belly was so thick that his nipples and 
his concave bellybutton were rendered almost invisible. 

His body hair was so thick that it was hard to tell where his belly hair 
left off and his pubic hair began. Marcy decided that it did not make a hell 
of a lot of difference. 

The little girl watched with delight as his clothes were strewn, the clothes 
of a perfect stranger, all over her bedroom. She then rolled back onto her 
flat tummy and reached back so that she was gripping one of her ass cheeks 
in either hand. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and she didn't stop until 
those milky white globes of womanly flesh were apart as far as they could 
go. The skin in the crack was stretched tight and Christopher had no trouble 
whatsoever seeing her throbbing little ass-hole. 

"I am going to have to examine you, Marcy," Christopher said. 

"What does that mean?" the little girl inquired. 

"I have to make sure that you are REALLY a virgin." 

"Only in my ass-hole, Christopher," Marcy explained. 

"Your ass-hole is all I am going to examine," Christopher said. "Please do." 

"Ummmm," Christopher hummed happily as he moved onto the bed with the little 
girl. It would not have surprised the little girl at all if she had found 
out at that moment that Christopher, twelve years before, had been a star 
college football player. 

He could have gone pro-except for a knee injury. 

He took her hands away from her ass cheeks and used his own huge paws to 
hold her fanny cakes apart as far as they could go. He looked at her 
ass-hole. He figured it had to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. He held 
her ass cheeks open with his left hand exclusively and he rubbed the tips of 
his fingers up and own the crack of her ass with his right hand. Christopher 
could not help but notice that the little girl whimpered and moaned with 
sexual urgency each and every time the tips of his fingers made direct 
contact with the hypersensitive and super-erogenous mucous membranes at the 
mouth of her super-tight rectum. He pushed a dry finger up inside her with 
some difficulty, and he was convinced. He was dealing with an ass-hole that 
had never been fucked. He worked his right middle finger around inside the 
pit of her bowls and used the tip of that finger to press against different 
spots with a variety of pressures. He pulled his finger all the way out. He 
sniffed his finger. He licked it clean. Christopher loved fucking pretty 
little girls up the ass-hole more than just about any other thing in the 
world. 

Then he used both hands to hold her ass cheeks open so he could lower his 
face to her ass. He licked up and down the crack of her ass, before 
concentrating his tongue's attention exclusively on her ass-hole. He rimmed 
her clean. He pushed his tongue right up inside her ass, once again not 
without difficulty. He could tell that she was not tensing up, battling 
him-it was just that she was so tight, from never having been buggered 
before. 

"We are going to need something," Christopher said. 

"What sort of something?" the little girl inquired. 

"Lubrication-for your sweet ass-hole, Marcy," Christopher said. 

"We are all set," Marcy said, getting out of bed. 

"We are?" Christopher asked, pleased with the news. 

"Sure, Daddy bought me some stuff," Marcy said. 

"What sort of stuff did he buy?" Christopher asked. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, here it is. K-Y Jelly," Marcy said. "Good." 

"Is it." 

"The best." 

"All right." 

"Slipperiest stuff in the whole fucking world," Christopher said. 

"Dynamite," Marcy replied, with cheer in her voice. 

He lubed the little girl's ass-hole inside and out, and then smeared jelly 
all over his cock. They were ready. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Christopher put a little extra jelly on the head of his cock where he knew 
the slippery stuff was most useful. 

After all, the shaft of his cock couldn't get inside Marcy's ass-hole until 
the head was already in. 

The little girl could feel her ass-hole's elasticity increasing as her anal 
horniness mounted. 

The pretty little girl could feel the pressure on her hot, tight ass-hole 
increasing fast. 

The nymphomaniacal and teenaged hooker could feel her ass-hole starting to 
stretch open. 

The buxom and curvaceous youngster could tell her ass-hole was about to open 
further than it had ever opened before. 

Christopher could feel the hole opening too. He took a deep breath and 
steadied himself. 

The redheaded hunk knew that it was essential that he maintain his balance 
at all times. 

The broad-shouldered ex-football player could feel her ass-hole opening 
until it was gaping. 

The muscular millionaire could feel all of the puckers in Marcy's bung hole 
being smoothed by the stretching. 

The handsome and well-hung stud could tell her ass flesh was being stretched 
taut-as if it were about to tear, like a rubber band stretched to the 
snapping point. 

Marcy knew that the man's cock was thicker than anything she had ever 
squeezed out of her pink little ass-hole. Of this she was positive. Marcy 
knew that she would have remembered a turd with THAT kind of girth. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I can feel it, Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, 
Christopher, Christopher, I can feel the head of your cock pushing inside 
me. Christopher, I can feel the head of your cock, your cock, your cock, 
pushing INSIDE MY ASS," Marcy screamed at the top of her lungs. The little 
girl's sweat ran cold down her face, dripping off her chin. She squealed 
with the combination of pleasure and pain she was experiencing at that 
moment. 

There was an audible popping sound as the head of Christopher's 
cock-finally-pushed inside the little girl's backdoor passageway. 

It was as if Christopher and Marcy could HEAR the little girl's ass cherry 
popping wide open. 

The whole purple head of Christopher's cock pushed inside. The little girl 
could feel her rectum squeezing desperately at the ring of scar tissue at 
the top of Christopher's cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his bulbous 
purple cock head. He did not stop pushing. He had paid his money and he was 
not going to stop pushing. 

Marcy could tell that there was no way in hell that Christopher was going to 
stop pushing until the entire length of his cock was inside her. Marcy could 
tell that Christopher was not going to stop pushing until her ass-hole was 
struggling to grip his fleshy tool at the hilt. The pretty little girl could 
tell that the handsome man was going to push until his fiery red pubic bush 
was pressed flat against the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of 
her ass. The nymphomaniacal and teenaged hooker could tell that the 
millionaire was going to push until his incredibly large scrotal sack was 
resting heavily-very heavily-against the outer edges of her protruding and 
slightly curled back inner cunt lips. 

He was pushing very hard-but that did NOT mean that the tip of his cock was 
entering the little girl's ass-hole quickly. 

The tip of his prick was pushing inside the little girl only a fraction of 
an inch at a time. Her internal passageway had to be stretched and 
straightened by the shaft of Christopher's meat pole before the millionaire 
would be able to fuck her with reckless abandon, as he wanted to so very 
badly. The little girl could feel the tip of Christopher's tool of 
masculinity pushing past her tight tubular sphincter muscle right up into 
the softer and more elastic tissues of the girl's colon. Just when the pain 
in Marcy's ass got so bad that the little girl did not think she could take 
it anymore, she could feel that anal discomfort starting to lessen-and she 
could feel her anal pleasure starting to grow. 

And grow. 

And grow. 

And grow. 

The little girl could feel the internal focal point of her deep-anal desires 
making itself known spectacularly, and she could tell that something simply 
splendid was going to happen inside her ass when the tip of Christopher's 
cock touched that magic spot for the first time. 

She could feel her ass-hole being pushed inward as the gaping mouth of her 
rectum slipped a millimeter at a time down the stem of Christopher's pecker 
toward the base. She could feel his pubic hairs tickling her ass a little. 
Now that his cock was inside her ass, at least partially, he no longer had 
to use his right hand to guide the stem of his tool. So Christopher placed 
one hand on either side of Marcy's preciously round hips. He began to pull 
at her lower torso, her lovely lower torso, wrapping his fingers around 
under her body to her loins in the process. 

The little girl could feel sharp pains up inside her ass-hole and she could 
tell immediately that there were places inside her where her internal 
passageway was being stretched and straightened too far. She was tearing. 
She could feel something wet and sticky inside her ass and the little girl 
realized immediately what this was. She could tell that she was bleeding 
inside. She could tell that Christopher's cock was going to be covered with 
blood by the time the brutal buggery, the savage sodomy, was completed. 

Just like Daddy's cock had been covered with blood from her torn hymen wound 
after he popped her pussy cherry not long after Mommy died. 

The little girl thought it would take forever for the man's cock to get all 
the way up inside her. 

The little girl could feel her sense of time being elongated by the 
intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. 

The little girl pushed backward with her ass, to aid the unbelievably deep 
and thick penetration of her formerly virginal bung hole. Finally, after 
what seemed like an eternity, the man DID get his cock all the way inside 
her. He continued to press forward with his masculinely slender lower torso 
in spite of the fact that the violation of her fanny was already complete. 
Christopher pressed so that Marcy's creamy white ass cheeks were flattened 
against his loins and the fronts of his thighs. He slid his hands up under 
her body. He pushed his hands between the bedspread and her tits. He palmed 
her boobs. Christopher squeezed Marcy's knockers. She loved it. He held his 
hands so that the little girl's nipples were pulsating precisely against the 
centers of his large and cupped palms. He had his fingers spread apart as 
far as he could get them. The muscular millionaire had to open his fingers 
this far if he hoped to grip those feminine globes of breast flesh in their 
entirety. He squeezed so hard that he puckered the little girl's tit flesh 
with his blunt fingertips. He moved both of the little girl's boobs in slow 
sensuous circles simultaneously and then moved his loins in similar circles. 
The man used the head and the shaft of his cock to stretch the little girl's 
ass-hole, sphincter and colon in every possible direction. Then he began to 
withdraw. The little girl could feel her rectum being stretched outward, 
away from the rest of the cleavage between her firm yet supple ass cheeks, 
with the girth of Christopher's pole. There was a frightening moment or two 
when the little girl thought that her ass-hole was going to come popping 
right out of her body. The man pulled back until just the very tip of his 
cock remained inside her ass-hole. He then slammed back inside and the 
little girl could feel her deep-anal itch being scratched for the first time 
in her life. She let out a deep moan of pleasure. The truth was that she 
could not believe how GOOD it felt. She wouldn't have thought that such 
pleasure was possible. She could feel a rush of pleasure starting at her 
bowels and spreading outward from there until it filled her nervous-system 
with sexual fulfillment. The little girl could tell that she was going to 
come from being fucked up the ass in this manner. She could tell that she 
was going to come in a way she had never come before. She was not going to 
come inside her love button, as she did when her pussy was being eaten or 
when she was diddling herself during a masturbatory session. She was not 
going to come inside her cunt as she did when she was having her pussy 
fucked by a big stiff cock. No, she was going to come inside her ass, and 
the little girl would not even have thought that was possible when she got 
up that morning. Her ass-hole farted. 

The gas tickled his cock. 

He fucked with a smooth steady motion. In and out. In and out. In and out. 
Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. Again the little 
girl could feel herself being stroked by cock meat in places she would have 
sworn up and down could not be reached from the outside unless she had 
experienced that contact for herself. She felt as if she were being 
completely impaled by the man's cock. She thought that Christopher's cock 
was going to push all the way through her. The little girl would not have 
been at all surprised if the head of the man's dick had come popping out of 
her mouth. She certainly thought that his awesomely hard and thick pole was 
going to push all the way up into her belly. She could feel an itch directly 
behind her dimpled and concave bellybutton being scratched by the buggering 
tool. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, give it to me, Christopher," Marcy said. 

"I love the way it feels, baby," Christopher exclaimed. 

"Give it to me harder, Christopher," Marcy said. "I can feel your ass-hole 
tugging my cock, baby." 

"Give it to me deeper, Christopher," Marcy said. "I can feel your colon 
massaging my member." 

"Give it to me faster, Marcy," Marcy said. "Your inner ass is lined with 
magic fingers." 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, make me come-inside my asssssssssssssssss," the little girl 
screamed loudly. 

"All of those fingers were put there to pleasure me." 

"The heat, I feel the heat, the friction, yes, yes, yes," the little girl 
hollered. 

"Those fingers were put there to pleasure my COCK." 

The man could feel a tickle of sexual anxiety forming at the base of his 
cock, right where his cock and his balls came together. 

Christopher was smart enough to know that this tickle could do nothing but 
increase in intensity as long as his cock was inside her ass-hole. 

The broad-shouldered ex-football player could tell that this tickle was 
going to grow until it was no longer a tickle at all. 

The muscular millionaire could tell that this tickle was going to grow until 
it was a raging comet-like liquid fireball of masculine sexual anxiety. 

The muscular millionaire would then know that his horniness had reached the 
saturation point. 

Christopher would then know that he had reached the point of no return. 

The redheaded hunk would then know that there was no holding back, no matter 
how hard he tried to think about baseball or something decidedly unsexy. 

The broad-shouldered ex-football player then would know that he had reached 
the point of orgasmic inevitability. 

He picked up the pace of his fucking motion until he was plowing the girl's 
ass-hole as hard and fast as he could. 

The little girl managed to keep her hips in sync with his throughout the 
intense buggery. 

She pushed back with her ass each time he stabbed forward with her loins so 
that each penetration of her bung hole would be as brutal and sudden as was 
humanly possible. 

"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME. YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME. YOU ARE GOING 
TO MAKE ME COME INSIDE MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed. 

Then she could feel his cock getting just a little bit thicker and a little 
bit harder than before. 

She could feel her own feminine sexual arousal reaching the saturation point 
just then. 

The little girl could feel her bowels starting to explode with massive and 
mammoth sexual pleasure. 

Marcy could feel her colon going into a series of spasms the-likes of which 
she could not have possibly imagined. 

The pretty little girl could feel her ass-hole becoming spastic, sucking 
anxiously at the man's throbbing purple cock shaft. 

The nymphomaniacal and teenaged hooker could feel her colon opening and 
closing, contracting rhythmically with her deep-anal come. 

"I NEED MORE COCK. I NEED MORE COCK. I NEED MORE COCK MORE COCK MORE COCK 
MORE COCK INSIDE MY ASS. GIVE IT TO ME," she screamed. He rammed the entire 
length of his cock inside her ass-hole and then he kept it there. She could 
feel him spasming within her-preparing to shoot his wad of creamy spunk 
right up into her bleeding bowels. 

For a moment they were coming together and they screamed together-singing 
going a duet in homage to the sexual bliss they momentarily shared. 

Then the moment of passion was over. 

The seed had been deposited within. 

The little girl moaned and shivered. 

The man pulled his cock out of her. 

His dick drooped between his thighs. 

Marcy collapsed down onto her belly. 

Now that the passion was through she knew how severely she had been ravaged 
by his cock. 

Now that her come was over she could feel the pain inside her ass for the 
first time. 

The little girl could tell that blood was still oozing from her grossly 
dilated rectum. 

The preciously beautiful teenager could feel come and blood oozing from her 
bung hole together. 

The nymphomaniacal and teenaged hooker could tell that the blood and come 
formed a pink solution. 

She knew that it was going to take some time for her internal ass wounds 
heel. She knew that it was going to be a long time before she would be able 
to take a healthy shit without thinking about Christopher and that ten-inch 
dong of his. 

"Get up." 

"What?" 

"You heard me, little girl. I said, GET UP," Christopher said-somewhat 
harshly. It was clear that Christopher was not then-nor would he ever be-in 
the mood to take no for an answer. 

"Why?" 

"I want you to do something for me," Christopher said. "What?" 

"get up and I will show you," Christopher said. "Okay." 

"That's a good girl. Remember, the customer is always right." 

"Right." 

The little girl managed to struggle back up onto her hands and knees. "Good, 
now turn to face me," Christopher said. "Okay." 

"There, I want you to look at my cock," Christopher said. "Okay." 

'Tell me what you see, Marcy," Christopher said. 

"Blood." 

"Blood from inside your ass-hole," Christopher said. "Yes." 

"Do you know what I want you to do now?" Christopher asked. "No." 

"I want you to lick my cock clean," Christopher said. "Oh my." 

"Does that idea bother you?" Christopher asked. 

"Yes." 

"Why should it bother you?" Christopher asked. "It is gross." 

"Yes, but you have to do it anyway," Christopher said. "Why?" 

"You don't understand. I BOUGHT you, baby." 

"Yes." 

Marcy knew that this was the truth. She HAD to do whatever he said. Daddy 
would be very displeased with Marcy if she made her very first 
customer-Johns they called them-angry. 

"And you had better hurry up, too," Christopher said. 

"Why?" 

"See the blood around the base of my cock." 

"Yes." 

"What color is that blood?" Christopher asked. 

"Brown." 

"It is coagulating and getting crusty," Christopher said. 

"Yes." 

"It is getting CRUSTY on my cock," Christopher said. 

"Yes." 

"You had lick it off before it gets chewy." 

"Okay." 

And so Marcy licked Christopher's cock clean-and she sent the handsome 
millionaire home happy. He would be back. 

Daddy was right. This business really was going to make them rich. This 
business really was going to have them on easy street. 

The best news of all was that Daddy said Marcy and Larry didn't even have to 
go to school anymore. 

EPILOGUE 

Not all of Marcy's customers were men. Some were lesbians. like Veronica, 
for example. 

Veronica was naked in the room with Marcy, who also had all of her clothes 
off. 

"I want you to stretch out on the bed on your belly," Veronica said to the 
pretty little girl firmly. 

"Okay," Marcy said cheerfully, more than willing to cooperate. 

"You are going to get fucked in the ass," Veronica said. 

"Yes, please," the little girl responded politely. 

"You are going to get fucked deep with my dildo," Veronica said. 

"Ummmmm, plow DEEP into my bowels," Marcy said quickly. 

The little girl stretched out on her belly on the center of the bed. She 
opened her legs as the woman sat down on the bed beside her hips. 

Veronica strapped on her dildo, which had been designed specifically for 
anal penetration. That meant that the fake cock was skinnier than a cock she 
would have used to fuck a juicy cunt with. But it was just as long. 

Ten inches. 

The dildo was black. 

It was made of hard rubber. 

It attached around Veronica's round hips via elastic straps that fit the 
beautiful woman's lower torso snugly. 

There were little rubber bumps at the base of the dildo. 

Those little rubber bumps looked like the bumps one might expect to find 
covering the surfaces of a ping pong paddle. 

"I need to be lubricated," Marcy exclaimed anxiously. 

The little girl's ass-hole was tingling wildly with desire, going berserk as 
it opened and closed with little spasms. 

"I have the petroleum jelly right here," Veronica said. 

"Good, I want to feel the jelly DEEP in my ass," Marcy said. 

"You will, my little precious. You will," Veronica said. 

"I want to feel your fingers up inside my colon," Marcy said. 

"I know you do, sweetheart," Veronica exclaimed patiently. 

"I want to feel that dildo filling me to the brim," Marcy said. 

"Soon, you will experience it all very soon," Veronica said. 

"I want you to make me come inside my ass," Marcy said. 

"I can only promise that I will do my best," Veronica said. 

"I want you to fuck me as hard and fast as you can." 

"I'm not so sure that this is a good idea," Veronica said. 

"Why not?" the little girl queried curiously of the woman. 

"Because I am afraid that I will hurt your ass," Veronica said. 

"You don't have to worry about that," Marcy exclaimed. 

"No." 

"Absolutely not," Marcy said, rather matter-of-factly. 

"Why not?" 

"Because I don't care if you hurt my ass," Marcy said. 

"How come?" 

"Because I won't mind the pain. I will enjoy the pain." 

"How do you know." 

"I know." 

"Suit yourself." 

"Fuck me hard and fast." 

"Right from the start." 

"Right from the start." 

"You got it." 

"MAKE it hurt," Marcy said, sounding slightly crazed. 

The little girl's deep-anal lust had control over her. 

"First I have to get your hole and my pole slippery," Veronica said. 

"Do you feel any pleasure when you fuck me?" Marcy asked. 

"I will." 

"I don't understand. How?" Marcy asked Veronica softly. 

"With the dildo," Veronica exclaimed, putting the thing on. 

"But you have no nerve-endings inside the fake cock." 

"No, but the base rubs against my love button," Veronica said. "I see." 

"That's why those little rubber bumps are there," Veronica said. 

'To stimulate your clitoris, right?" Marcy inquired. 

"You got it. I might even come when I fuck you," Veronica said. 

"If you don't come, let me know, okay?" Marcy asked. 

"Sure, why do you want to know?" Veronica inquired. 

"Because I will give you orgasm if you can't get it yourself." 

"This point might be moot-but how do you plan to do it." 

"However you want me to do it," Marcy said to Veronica. 

"With your fingers?" 

"Sure." 

"With your mouth?" 

"Why not?" 

"You are so sexy." 

"Thanks." 

"So precious." 

"Cut it out." 

The woman scooped out a plentiful amount of petroleum jelly on her right 
fingertips while yanking the little girl's ass cheeks apart as far as they 
could go with her left. She slapped the jelly onto Marcy's steamy hot bung. 

Veronica rubbed the jelly all around Marcy's ass-hole and then used her 
middle finger to push the jelly up inside her sphincter. Veronica even used 
her longest digit to push the jelly right up into Marcy's soft colon. 

The little girl could feel Veronica wiggling her finger around inside her 
ass playfully, pressing here and there with a curious digit tip, driving 
Marcy nuts. 

"So good, so good, so good, so good," Marcy said. 

The woman finger-fucked Marcy's ass-hole for a moment. 

"I want more, I want more, I want more," Marcy said. 

"More fingers." 

"Yes!" 

The woman slipped her forefinger up inside Marcy's ass-hole along with her 
middle finger. She worked both of those fingers in and out of Marcy's ass. 

At the same time. 

She twisted her hand around as she finger-fucked Marcy. 

Then the woman pulled her fingers out of Marcy's ass-hole. She looked at 
them to make sure she had not pulled out any fudge. 

She had not. 

Marcy was as clean as a whistle. Both inside and outside her cute little 
pink ass-hole. 

Veronica sniffed her fingers. Licked them clean. 

The woman scooped a fresh glob of petroleum jelly from the small can of 
lubricant and began to smear the stuff up and down the entire length of her 
dildo. 

The woman put extra jelly at the molded head of the rubber rod. 

She then mounted the little girl, pushing the thick head of the dildo right 
up into the cleavage between Marcy's ass cheeks. 

***** 

Marcy found that she now, being a full-fledged adult woman in her mind, 
wanted to be fucked in the ass-hole every bit as much as she wanted to be 
fucked in the cunt. 

She knew that she had indeed grown up to be the sort of woman who wanted to 
be fucked in all three holes, even if the pole that was violating her was 
made out of rubber and attached via elastic straps to the loins of another 
female. 

The little girl could feel her ass-hole opening and closing more furiously 
than before. Veronica gave the little girl a little slap on the bed and 
Marcy squealed. 

"What do you want?" the little girl said in a high pitched voice. 

"I want you to get up on your hands and knees for me," Veronica said. 

"Right." 

"Hurry." 

"I am hurrying." 

"Don't dawdle." 

"I won't! I'm just as anxious as you," Marcy said. 

The woman knelt up behind Marcy. Veronica knelt with her knees just about 
shoulder-width apart. She reached forward with both hans and held onto the 
sides of Marcy's hips. She poked the head of the dildo right up into the 
crack of Marcy's ass once more. Marcy began to whimper as she felt the tip 
of the dildo pressing directly against her bung. 

The dildo was not as thick as a man's pecker, at least not as thick as the 
pecker on a REAL man, Veronica knew. 

Marcy was pleased about this. This meant that she could get the thrill of 
being penetrated deeply without the pain of having to get a super-thick rod 
up past her sphincter. She knew, just as Veronica knew, that this was going 
to be a nice, smooth, comfortable, ass fuck. The little girl could feel the 
focal point of her deep-anal desires driving her crazy. There was a 
maddening itch of deep-anal desire forming way up inside her bowels, and 
Marcy knew that Veronica's dildo was plenty long enough to reach that magic 
spot, to scratch her maddening itch. 

Marcy could feel the angle of the dildo's shaft shifting. 

Veronica was adjusting her lower torso, lowering her ass, so that the dildo 
was at the appropriate angle for penetration. 

"Relax."' 

"I am relaxed." 

"This is going to hurt at first." 

"I know." 

"Grit your teeth." 

"Consider them gritted." 

"Here we go." 

"FUCK!" 

Veronica clenched her ass cheeks together tightly and made them hard by 
tensing the muscles inside them. 

Veronica then pushed forward with her lower torso and Marcy could feel the 
pressure on her bung increasing almost instantly. The little girl could feel 
her ass-hole opening right away. There was hardly any difficulty whatsoever 
getting the molded head of the dildo up inside Marcy's fanny. The little 
girl did not even feel any pain. Oh, maybe a twinge of discomfort, but 
certainly nothing to write home about. It was nothing compared to the pain 
Marcy had feared. Marcy had figured that she was going to break out in a 
cold sweat and feel like throwing up or something when the dildo was pushed 
up her butt-at least at first-but this did not turn out to be the case at 
all. The woman pushed forward with her hips, rubbing the base of the dildo 
against her love button, until the tip of the fake cock had managed to push 
right up past Marcy's tight tubular sphincter muscle into the infinitely 
softer and more elastic tissues of Marcy's colon. 

"Owwwwww." 

"Hurt?" 

"A little." 

"Not too bad?" 

"Not bad at all." 

"Enjoying it?" 

"I want it deeper." 

"How deep?" 

"All the way." 

"You got it." 

The woman continued to push forward with her lower torso until the entire 
length of the fake cock was inside Marcy's ass. Veronica did not stop 
pushing until Marcy's ass-hole had the honor of gripping the latex lance at 
the hilt. Marcy loved it. 

Every inch of it. 

"Fuck!" the little girl screamed. 

And that was precisely what the beautiful woman kneeling behind her did. 

***** 

"Do you still want to be fucked hard and fast?" Veronica asked. "YES!" 

"Do you want to be fucked as hard and fast as I can fuck." 

"YES!" Okay." 

Veronica pulled back. Stabbed in. Pulled back. Stabbed in. 

Veronica used just about the entire length of the dildo with each stroke. 
Marcy was glad that they had used a plethora of petroleum jelly before the 
potentially traumatic initial violation of her bung. 

The dildo slid in and out of Marcy's ass-hole smoothly. 

Veronica always pulled the dildo almost all the way out of Marcy's ass-hole 
before stabbing back inside. 

Again and again the little girl could hear her ass-hole making loud farting 
noises when Veronica stabbed the ersatz pecker into her bowels. Those rapid 
violations of Marcy's ass were forcing gas out of her internal passageway. 
The result was that the ass fuck sounded funny. 

FRAP! 

BLITZ! 

BOINK! 

Then Marcy could hear the sound of Veronica's loins and upper thighs 
slapping hard at her buttocks. 

Since both Marcy and Veronica were wet with the steamy perspiration of their 
sexual exertion the sound was that of a wet slap. 

Marcy could tell that Veronica was fucking as hard as she could. 

This presented a problem for Veronica, however. Since she started out 
fucking as hard and fast as she possibly could, there was no way for the 
woman to steadily increase the pace of her in-and-out fucking motion, as she 
preferred to do. There was no way for Veronica to crank her hips into high 
gear as she approached orgasm. The woman could feel her clitoris swelling 
into a pebble-like bulb at the top of her pussy slash as she rubbed it 
harder and harder, faster and faster against the base of the rubber pole. 
Veronica could tell that she was not going to have to fuck the little girl 
up the poop-chute for very long at all to get her clitoral rocks off against 
the base of the bogus boner. 

"You are making my ass feel so hot," Marcy screamed. 

"Oooooh, feel that heat, feel that heat," Veronica said. 

"You are going to make something WONDERFUL happen," Marcy screamed, "Tell 
me. What am I going to make happen?" Veronica asked. 

"You-you are going to-to make me-make me come!" 

The little girl had trouble speaking due to her near-bliss. She was 
breathing very hard and spitting out her words. 

"I am going to make you come inside your ass?" Veronica asked. 

"Yes, you are going to make me come inside my asssss!" 

Veronica fucked so fast that her entire lower torso would have been a blur 
to the naked eye if anyone had been looking at it. 

"I can feel my bowels getting ready to spasm!" Marcy screamed. 

"Good." 

"I can feel my colon about to become spastic," Marcy screamed. 

"Yes." 

"I can feel my ass-hole ready to contract violently," Marcy screamed. 

"Good." 

"My ass-hole wants to suck the dildo DEEPER inside," Marcy screamed. "Good." 

"My ass-hole is starting to turn to liquid fire," Marcy screamed. Veronica 
laughed. 

"You are making it happen. You are making it happen." 

"Go with that wonderful feeling," Veronica said, without missing a stroke. 
The woman was holding the little girl by the sides of her hips, pulling at 
Marcy's lower torso each and every time she stabbed forward with her lower 
torso, her loins, and the blunt tip of the spurious erection. 

"You are making me come," Marcy screamed enthusiastically. 

"Good." 

"You are making me come inside my ass-hole. My ass-hole!" 

"That's the whole idea, sweetheart," Veronica said coolly. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am exploding inside," Marcy screamed. 

"I am getting very close to orgasm too," Veronica confessed. 

The woman's clit felt as if it were going to explode from the internal 
pressure she was experiencing down there at any second. The woman fucked the 
little girl's ass-hole as hard and fast as she possibly could until there 
was sweat dripping off her body. The little girl's ass-hole was all bruised 
and ravaged from the way it was pushed and pulled by the slippery anal 
dildo. 

***** 

Then Veronica slammed the entire length of the dildo into Marcy's ass-hole 
and kept it there. Veronica ground her clit against the base of the dildo as 
hard as she could, even as Marcy was still orgasming deep-anally. The two 
were coming together. They were on top of the world and they couldn't get 
any higher. 


THE END
