Daughter Switch
by Rita James
(LLP-1015)


CHAPTER ONE 

June was definitely busting out all over. The air was wonderfully warm, the 
sky a bright clear blue with no clouds in sight and flowers abounded 
everywhere. Considering this was the small town of Galen, not too far from 
Denver, in the state of Colorado, this was a big event. Colorado was, after 
all, one of the states that always felt the full effect of winter, and was 
always one of the last to shake off its seemingly lasting cold. Not that the 
people of Colorado complained. For the most part they loved their Colorado 
winters and wouldn't exchange them for anything sunny California had to 
offer. Still, it was nice to have four good summer months, starting with 
June. 

It was warm enough to consider swimming, and that was precisely what Donna 
Sander and her friend, Roz Brighton, decided they were going to do. They had 
gotten up early that Friday morning and had each had an early breakfast. 
They lived next door to one another in the suburban part of Galen, each 
living in a ranch house on a street of ranch houses in a community of ranch 
houses. There was a third of an acre surrounding each house, and the only 
way to tell one house from the others was either from the color of the 
shutters, or the quantity of TV antennae on each roof. The stucco exterior 
of each house was a brilliant white, and all the houses had white-slated 
roofs. Perhaps the only other way to distinguish one house from another was 
by the different colors of the flowers growing around each of them. 

The Brighton house had lots of lilacs, violets, cow bells, and flowers that 
were either purple of bluish in color. The Sander house, on the other hand, 
had roses, geraniums, and a multitude of other flowers that were reddish in 
color. 

At precisely seven-thirty, Roz Brighton came out of her house via the back 
door and crossed over into Donna's yard. Roz was five-feet-nine inches tall, 
with long brown hair that she braided in order to keep from tangling while 
swimming. She had carefully plucked eyebrows above wide, brown, calf like 
eyes. Her nose was small and straight, and she had a full, heart shaped 
mouth. Her skin had a natural tan to it that only became darker with the 
onset of summer. At the moment she was wearing a tight brown bikini which 
accented her figure quite clearly. Her breasts were huge and soft, and she 
had to work hard to keep the eighteen-year-old muscles from loosening. Roz 
was well aware that in ten years her breasts would start to sag no matter 
what she did. They were too large and too heavy to remain so prominently 
upstanding. But at the moment they were two fantastic cannon shells, barely 
restrained by the brown bikini top, which did nothing to hide the large taut 
nipples at their tips. Her waist was very narrow, probably, as her father 
had often quipped, because it hadn't had a fair chance to develop. After 
all, with a shade umbrella like her breasts covering it, what chance did 
that waistline ever have of seeing the sun. Her hips, on the other hand, 
were nice and round, accentuating the swell of her perfect ovoid buttocks, 
which jiggled enticingly as she walked. 

Watching her cross over to the Sander yard was Paul Brighton, Roz's 
forty-year-old father. Paul was the same size as his daughter, but where Roz 
was tall for a girl, Paul was only average-sized for a man. He was also a 
somewhat chunky, which made him look even shorter than he was. He had curly 
dark-brown hair, broad shoulders presently covered by a blue suit, a broad 
chest over which he wore his usual white shirt, a somewhat thick waist, no 
hips, and powerful thighs and legs. He had a small forehead, a short nose, 
and almost no lips which created a somewhat simian appearance. It was this 
gorilla like masculinity that had attracted Roz's mother to him some twenty 
years earlier. Lyn Brighton would be the first to testify that her husband 
was most definitely all man. 

In the twenty years of his marriage, Paul Brighton had been a very faithful 
husband, basically because he'd had little opportunity to stray. 

What chances he did have weren't worth the risks. As a result, he slept 
easily at night, if somewhat complacently bored. However, Paul Brighton had 
become disturbed of late, and he knew it was more than the seven-year-itch 
multiplied by three coming on. 

He realized he felt the flush of youthful arousal he had felt more than 
twenty years before when he had met his wife. He hadn't expected to feel 
such sensations again. After all, he was a grown man, mature, and supposedly 
no longer vulnerable to such feelings. Yet he was a realist, and he had to 
acknowledge that he did indeed feel such sensations. The only problem was, 
he felt them for his own daughter. Naturally he had no intention of letting 
anyone know of such feelings, least of all Roz. But they were there. No 
denying it. 

What was more, though Paul Brighton was totally unaware of it, his daughter, 
eighteen years of age, and in the flush of youth, still a virgin, had a 
similar inclination toward her own father though she, like her father, would 
never have admitted it aloud. 

Roz wasn't the only virginal eighteen-year-old who had an Electra complex. 
Her best friend, Donna, had the same feelings toward her own father. Donna 
was five inches shorter than Roz, with dark-blonde hair that she wore pulled 
back except for two loose strands, one dangling from each temple down the 
side of her face. Donna's eyebrows were plucked to the point of being almost 
non-existent. She had to use eyebrow pencil to shade in what was left. Her 
large, blue eyes were like two limpid pools of water, beckoning men to drown 
in them as the sirens of old sang to sailors, luring them to their 
destruction. Donna's short nose was turned up, and a bit broader than Roz's, 
with flaring nostrils that seemed to breathe a hidden fire. She had a large 
upper lip with a cupid's bow, but her lower lip was thin. 

Donna also lacked Roz's bigness in other areas. Her breasts, at the moment 
encased in the top of a red bikini with white polka dots, were considerably 
smaller the proverbial handful. At least, each tit was just big enough to 
fit in the palm of her father's hand, and his were the hands Donna wanted on 
her body. How was she to know that Richard Sander had the same inclinations 
toward his own daughter? Incest was something not readily discussed in this 
upper-middle-class neighborhood, and it was certainly something no one was 
willing to admit feeling. 

As the lovely dark-blonde scampered out to meet her friend, she was totally 
unaware that her father was watching her. Richard Sander had eyes as blue as 
his daughter's, with curly dark-blond hair, a somewhat long, handsome face. 
The man had done many things in his life prior to settling for the 
white-collar job he now had. He had been a tennis pro in his late teens and 
early twenties, which was how he had met Gail, his wife. She had so 
completely entranced him, he had stopped playing around with older women and 
lovelorn wives to marry Gail. That had been nineteen years ago. Nine months 
later to the day Donna had been born. 

Both Donna and Roz were "only" children, not because their parents had 
necessarily wanted it that way, but because, as so often happens, their 
parents never seemed to get together on the right nights again. Both fathers 
still loved their wives, but each of them coveted his own daughter, as well. 

Richard was the exact opposite of Paul in every way. He was six feet tall, 
very slender, and though his body was hard, he was lithe compared to Paul 
Brighton's chunky muscularity. 

The two men drove to work together every day. The energy crisis had hit 
everyone, and the two men car-pooled. Both had Dodge Omnis, both getting 
nearly thirty miles to the gallon on the open stretches of road that led 
into Denver. It was only natural that both men be up and dressed for work at 
the same time, and just as natural that they notice their daughters, 
scampering in the heated pool in the Sander backyard. Once the girls had 
come out of the water, their bikinis clinging wetly to their sexy bodies, 
each man became just that much more incensed. As a result, each resolved to 
do something about it, though the resolutions were subconscious for the 
moment. However, rather than admit the wanton desire each man felt for his 
own daughter, the fathers consciously transferred their desire to the other 
man's daughter. Granted, it would still be frowned on by the community were 
anyone to find out a forty-year-old man was having an affair with the 
teenage daughter of his neighbor, but it wouldn't draw the criticism incest 
would have attracted. 

Checking his watch, Richard Sander suddenly realized it was time to get 
going. It was Paul's week to do the driving, so he stepped out the side door 
since it was closer to Paul's house. Once outside, he listened to the 
splashing about of the two girls in his pool, and the ache he felt in his 
groin was something difficult to contain. 

Because he was so concerned with his own erection, Richard didn't notice 
that Paul came out with his hands in his pockets, as if trying to hide his 
own swollen penis. The two men went to Paul's garage, Paul opened the door, 
drove the car out, Richard closed the garage door, and once he slid into the 
car, it drove off. 

Very possibly nothing would have happened had it not been for the 
determination of the two girls. Both were teased about not having any 
special boy friend, and it was well-known that they were probably the only 
two virgin females in the freshman class at the local university. School was 
out now, and the girls knew they wouldn't have to listen to jibes from 
schoolmates for another three months. 

Virginity didn't bother them as it did so many other girls. Granted, both 
were willing to lose their maidenheads, but both were particular about who 
took it from them. They had often discussed sex and boys, and both had 
agreed they didn't care for any of the boys at the university. Neither had 
the courage to admit she wanted her own father. After all, it would have 
seemed like a childish impulse, and the one admitting such feelings would 
have been open to ridicule. 

It was Donna who came up with the idea, first. 

She and Roz were out of the pool now, lying facedown on the outdoor chaises 
near the pool, feeling the warm morning sun hurriedly drying them off. She 
and Roz had been talking, inevitably, about sex, and Donna suddenly sat up 
and said, "You know, Roz. If I had to lose my virginity, I'd like to give it 
to someone experienced, someone who'd know how to treat me gently." 

"I know what you mean," Roz nodded. "But we really don't know anyone like 
that. I mean, most of the guys at the university are looking for a quick 
in-and-out, not giving a damn about the girl." 

"Well, I'd prefer it to be a married man," Donna clucked, pulling her knees 
up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. 

"That's terrific," Roz admitted, "except you and I don't know any married 
men we can trust. Put out for one, and they'd relay it to all the others." 

"Well I know of at least one I think I can trust," Donna insisted. "Aside 
from the fact that he's just not the kind of guy to go blabbing, he'd be too 
scared to tell anyone." 

"Who?" Roz asked. 

"Your father," Donna smiled. The brown-haired girl's heart skipped a beat. 
Was it possible Donna knew her own secret feelings? No, of course not! She 
smiled weakly, and said, "Daddy's definitely not the type to do anything 
like that." 

"Maybe," Donna smiled. "Then again, maybe not!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Richard and Paul both worked in the same office, where Paul was now 
president, recently voted in by a small group of stockholders, while 
Richard, who had joined much later, was third vice-president. It was 
accepted by the two men that Richard might one day become president, but 
only if Paul was promoted to chairman of the board. The two vice-presidents 
between Richard and Paul were much older men, but because they had also 
joined the company later than Paul, both were accepting the fact that they 
would retire long before receiving any promotion. 

The small company for which both men worked was Consolidated 
Electrodynamics. They made all kinds of electrical equipment for private 
corporations. The government had approached them more than once, offering 
lucrative government contracts which the corporation had refused, knowing 
how fickle the government was. If they accepted the contracts, it would mean 
a major expansion, an expansion for which they were not ready. It would mean 
the hiring of hundreds of workers, and it would also mean the firing of 
these same workers if the government, for some reason or other, ran out of 
contracts. 

Both men were exceedingly efficient in their work, and as a result, more 
often than not concluded their business somewhat early on Fridays. Because 
of the possibility of a new contract with a large industrial firm, Paul told 
Richard about lunchtime that he would have to remain all afternoon. Richard, 
whose work was caught up, and who wouldn't be able to do anything more until 
Monday, decided he would take the rest of the day off. 

Buses ran from Galen to Denver, and Richard caught a one-fifteen bus, 
thinking he would take a dip in his own pool. His wife, Gail, would be 
working. Not that Gail had to work. But she would have been bored staying 
home all the time. So she and Lyn, Roz's mother, worked as tellers in a 
local bank. On Fridays, the bank stayed open until six, which meant it was 
up to the younger girls to have supper ready. 

By the time Richard got home, it was half-past two. He walked into his tiny 
vestibule and pulled off his tie. The living room was straight ahead, and 
stairs to the left led up to the attic. Past the living room was the dining 
room. To the left of the dining room was the kitchen, and behind the dining 
room was the small hallway leading to the house's three bedrooms. One of 
them was a guest room, while the one on the left was Donna's room, and 
straight ahead, overlooking the swimming pool, was the master bedroom. 

Richard entered the bedroom and hurried began pulling off the rest of his 
clothes. He tossed his shirt on top of the bureau to the left of the room's 
entrance, and casually dumped his pants on the large dresser to the right. 
He kicked off his shoes, then sat on the bed and pulled his socks off. 
Finally he took off his underwear and pulled on a tight pair of trunks he 
had worn originally as a teenager. He felt it was a tribute to him that he 
was still able to wear the trunks now that he was forty. 

Grabbing a towel from the private bathroom, he went out the back door. The 
pool was empty, and the filter continued gurgling, letting him know it was 
being continually cleaned. He dove in and felt the warmth spread through 
him. The temperature of the water was a constant sixty-eight degrees, cooler 
than the humid temperature of the air, but still warm enough for him to 
appreciate. It felt good. 

He swam for about ten minutes, then pulled himself out of the water and 
walked over to the double chaise at the far end of the pool. There was a 
huge umbrella above the chaise to protect anyone on it from the sun. At the 
moment it was angled so that it prevented anyone in the yard, or passing by 
on the street, from seeing him as he lay down. A high wooden fence separated 
his backyard from the backyard of neighbors on the next street over. 

Yawning, Richard fell into a light sleep, and in his sleep he began dreaming 
about his daughter. He dreamed about the various ways he would have loved to 
make love to her, and in the dream he felt not the least little bit ashamed 
of what he was doing. While he slept, Roz, who had just come home from 
shopping, decided it might be a nice idea to take another dip in the Sander 
pool. She and Donna were very close friends. They often exchanged skirts and 
scarves, and probably would have exchanged blouses and brassieres had they 
worn the same size. Each girl walked into the other's home as if she 
belonged there, and the parents accepted the neighboring girl as they would 
their own. 

Donna had decided to stay at the shopping mall and go to a movie. Roz had 
already seen the picture, and so she had hopped the bus home. All during the 
ride back, her mind was filled with images of her father. She had seen him 
naked a few times, though he had been unaware of it. His bedroom, like that 
of the Sanders', had a window that looked out on the backyard. Though there 
was no pool in the Brighton backyard, there was a patio with chaises and sun 
chairs, and Roz often sat there during the summer. She also was able to peer 
through the window and catch her parents "in the act" more than once. She 
had to admit, her daddy had one big penis. It was amazing that her mother 
was capable of handling such a monster. But Roz knew if her mother was able 
to take it, she, too, would be able to take it, and she often dreamed about 
her daddy putting it inside her. More often, she day-dreamed about the same 
thing. 

Roz smiled to herself as she got off the bus and began walking the one block 
to her home. Donna would have been shocked if she, Roz, had agreed with 
Donna that her dad was the most eminently fuckable male around. 

Not that Donna's dad was someone to turn away from. Heck! In his own way, 
Richard Sander was just as sexy as her own father. He was tall and lean and 
golden, where her father was short, almost squat, and very dark. Both men, 
in their particular way, were exciting. Roz would have preferred making love 
to her own father, but she knew the idea was totally ridiculous. Not that 
she would have been able to make love to Donna's father, but at least it was 
something she would be able to dream about with a greater degree of knowing 
the possibility, if not the probability, existed. 

Arriving home, she went to her own bedroom, and there stripped down and 
hurriedly put on her brown bikini, now dry. Then she went out the back door 
and hurried to the Sander yard. There was no visible boundary separation 
between the two yards. The water in the pool looked very inviting, and she 
was about to dive in, when she heard a light murmur. Looking around, she saw 
no one, but noticed the large umbrella that was usually upright over the 
double chaise, had been tilted to cover the chaise. Walking over to it, she 
was surprised to find, when she peered around it, that Donna's father was 
there, fast asleep. He was mumbling in his sleep. 

Stretched out as he was, he looked very sexy. Roz noticed he had been 
swimming, but the warmth of the day had dried him off, as had the sun, since 
the umbrella was tilted somewhat. 

Roz had never lain down next to a man before. She was certain Donna's father 
wouldn't object if she shared the chaise with him. Deep in her subconscious 
was the wish to have this man make love to her a father-substitute but her 
conscious mind refused to even think of such a thing. 

Her mind made up, the brown-haired girl went and lay down beside the 
sleeping body of the golden man. She brushed lightly against him, quite 
unintentionally, and she was taken by surprise when his arms suddenly 
wrapped themselves around her and began hugging her tightly to him. 

In his sleeping mind, Richard Sander was holding the slender body of his 
blonde-haired daughter. His hands began moving up and down over the body, 
feeling the swollen protuberances of Roz's breasts, making the girl gasp. 
She knew she ought to pull away, but it felt so good, so very good. He 
rubbed them expertly, fondling and manipulating their fullness repeatedly. 
Roz was enjoying herself, feeling heat beginning to mount very rapidly. 
There was still a chance to awaken the man and stop all this, but Roz didn't 
want to stop it. The thought crept into her mind that if Donna was able to 
enjoy the thought of her Roz's father making love to her, then there was no 
reason why she, Roz, shouldn't enjoy being with Donna's father. Gee, maybe, 
just maybe he might "go all the way." That would be something. 

Roz and Donna were both hot-blooded girls, and both had wanted to lose their 
virginity. But neither had relished the thought of simply giving it away to 
some nerd who would only use them for his own satisfaction. Here, at least, 
was a man who, from what Donna had told her, knew how to make a woman happy. 
After all, Donna was just as nosy as Roz, and she had also spied on her 
parents making love. Maybe if Donna's father did it to her, she would be 
able to forget fantasies about her own father. 

When Richard, in his sleep, leaned toward her and lightly kissed her cheek, 
Roz found herself snuggling all the more closely to the golden-haired man. 
She noticed he had a lot less hair on his chest than her own father. She 
liked the feeling of flesh against flesh and snuggled closer, feeling a 
tremendous amount of security. 

Had Richard made love to his wife earlier in the day, and had he not ogled 
the two girls in his swimming pool earlier that morning, there was a very 
good chance his body would not have been at the pitch it presently felt. 
This, added to the heat of the sun, keeping him feeling sleepy, made him 
hotter than ever. But while his conscious mind slept, his subconscious was 
definitely awake, and sensing Roz's voluptuous form, ordered his own body 
into motion. He found himself doing with Roz what he did in bed with his own 
wife. 

Roz felt good, really good, and it didn't occur to her to object when the 
handsome, sleeping man let his fingers rub against her bikini-covered 
crotch. If anything, she felt a stronger sense of security, believing the 
man, though asleep, really wanted her for herself. She had no idea he was 
dreaming about his own daughter. It was a new, different feeling she was 
enjoying. Roz wasn't certain whether she ought to let it continue, but she 
was positive about enjoying it. 

She was taken aback when he tugged her bikini top down, exposing the 
fullness of her swollen soft breasts. His fingers titillated her nipples, 
making them expand and swell until they were little brown fingers of lust 
pointing toward him. All that stood between their two bodies now were her 
bikini bottoms and his trunks. 

"Ummmmm!" she sighed. His hands felt so good rubbing her mammaries, then 
massaging her slender ribcage and waistline. She felt burning desire 
sizzling through her tormented self, more aroused now than she had ever 
dreamed possible. He pulled her against him, pressing her full breasts into 
the solidity of his chest, sending all kinds of goose pimples running all 
over her shuddering body. The firmness of his muscular chest, pressing into 
the expanded probes of her nipples, made the braided-haired girl squirm even 
more while pinpoints of fiery delight continued mounting ever higher in her 
shuddering body. 

When the hands of Donna's father returned to cupping the large, rounded 
swells of her soft tits, the beautiful brunette felt something else. She had 
not been aware of it until this moment, but it was making its presence very 
definitely known as Richard rotated his belly against that of the lovely 
girl. Roz felt that thick, leaden extension, something like a crowbar, 
between the man and her own body. But it wasn't lying there, stiff and dead 
like a crowbar. Just the opposite, in fact. Roz was aware of the living, 
vibrant pulsations coming from the organ. It was something definitely alive, 
something attached to Richard, and she didn't have to think too hard to 
realize this man obviously had a penis almost as formidable as the one owned 
by her father. 

Her penny colored nipples continued growing and swelling as they had never 
enlarged before, stiffening and expanding like two chewy two-cent Tootsie 
Rolls topping two huge tan mounds with splashes of chocolate syrup dousing 
the pieces of candy, and splashed in a circle around each piece. Fire seared 
through her quaking body, and she knew she had to have more. 

Richard was still asleep, incredible as it seemed, but he was moving his 
head downward, toward her full breasts. His mouth was pursed, and she 
realized he wanted to kiss her nipples. More of uncontrolled desire flared 
through her quaking body now, and she gasped aloud, hoping no one heard her 
when his lips finally clamped themselves around the extension of her right 
nipple. The lovely brown-haired girl shuddered with vibrant thrills, feeling 
her neighbor's tongue begin to anxiously suck and lick her throbbing breast 
points. God! It was so good! Roz had never imagined anything feeling this 
good in her entire life. 

She was aware of the way he continually drew the tiny bud-like nipple 
between his hungrily sucking lips, and she clutched her friend's father's 
head all the more feverishly to her breasts, feeling vibrantly alive and yet 
somehow inwardly composed. He was a marvelous lover, and he was making her 
feel far better than she had imagined she might feel. True, he was asleep. 
She was willing to bet he'd make one terrific lover wide awake, but for the 
moment she was willing to accept him the way he was. She wondered how Donna 
would react to seeing something like this. Would her girl friend be jealous, 
or would she be shocked for all her talk of wanting to make it with Roz's 
father? 

His continually sucking lips sent chillingly startling flashes of new 
sensation through the eighteen-year-old's body. Heat had built to such 
intensity within her, she was no longer able to keep it bottled up. Now the 
flaming desire was trying its best to come out, and Roz was responding to it 
in the only way she knew how, gasping, panting and sighing, totally reveling 
in what was happening to her, well aware this was taboo, yet not caring, 
wanting more. 

The lovely brunette was startled for an instant when she felt Richard's 
hands go to her waist and suddenly pull the strings that held the two 
triangles of her bikini together. Once they were open, he tugged the two 
pieces of cloth down to her ankles, rolling them off. Roz felt even more 
aroused, delightedly enjoying it all as his hands continued wandering over 
her body, caressing her naked buttocks. 

A light breeze came from somewhere and swept across the pool, making it 
ripple. The air swirled across her fuzz-covered pubis. Odd that she should 
be able to grow hair heavily on her head, but not do so on her pelvis or 
under her arms. She only shaved once a month under her arms, and she didn't 
have to shave her legs at all. 

Roz was more sensually thrilled than ever before, well aware that she had 
lost all control over her body. She was totally at the mercy of this man, 
himself unaware of what he was consciously doing. But there was a definite 
feeling of safety and security lying beside this man and letting him touch 
her. 

Richard's eyes suddenly opened. He stared for a long moment at Roz, and 
realizing what was happening, he didn't know whether to be ashamed of what 
he had done, or to chastise the girl for lying beside him in the first 
place. 

"Roz!" he gasped, his mouth hanging open. 

"Mr. Sander," she smiled. 

"We have to stop ... " 

"Why?" she asked. "Don't you want to?" 

"It's not a question of what I want," he insisted. "It is," she replied. "No 
one can see us back here. You want it, I want it, so let's do it. I've never 
been with a man before, and I always wanted my first time to be with someone 
I knew would make it good for me. Don't stop, Mr. Sander. I want you to ... 
fuck me!" 

There! She had said it. She had told him in no uncertain terms what she 
wanted him to do. If he sent her away now, she'd feel very much ashamed. 

Richard knew the only intelligent thing was to send this girl away now, 
quickly, before anything more happened. But he knew he wasn't going to do 
it. He was going to fuck her, just as she asked. No, she wasn't his 
daughter, but she would make a satisfactory substitute. At least this way he 
would be mentally absolved of his incestuous desires. 

He tugged his bathing trunks down as he lay there, squirming, feeling 
ridiculous, yet knowing he didn't dare get to his feet. His throbbing cock 
suddenly sprang out and arched toward Roz. 

The lovely brunette stared, unable to believe it. The penis was even longer 
than that of her father. Maybe it wasn't quite as thick, but was it ever 
long. Her eyes continued staring fixedly at the very rigid column of 
hardened masculine muscle. She studied it with a kind of nervous 
fascination. Roz noted the thick-veined column appeared to pulsate 
repeatedly. It was topped with a red helmet, and in the tip of the helmet 
was a vertical slit that seemed to stare at her sightlessly. Her eyes moved 
lower to the golf-ball-sized twin globes lying in their softly fleshed sac. 

Roz felt an overpowering urge to examine everything about the man more 
closely. Before she was able to do so, Richard was up on his knees, making 
the lovely girl wonder just what it was he intended doing. 

His eyes focused on the lovely tan-fleshed girl's fuzz-covered pelvis, 
seeing how smooth the inner thigh flesh was. He moved forward on the chaise, 
sliding his knees between those of his young neighbor. He had to grip her 
knees and literally yank them apart, for in spite of what she had verbally 
told him, she was scared by all this. It was so new to her, almost 
terrifying. 

Roz lay there, her head on the upraised part of the chaise, for the moment 
not daring to move. Richard continued inching his way higher and higher 
between her thighs. His knees were pressing against the rounded softness of 
her buttocks when he fell forward, this time trying to jam as much of her 
left teat into his mouth as possible. He swallowed, tugging the nipple into 
his throat, rubbing it against the rear of his palate again and again. His 
tongue flatly played against the turgid nipple, keeping it fully swollen. 

Roz moaned, delighting in what the blond man was doing to her. She found 
herself excitedly looking at what he was doing as well as feeling it, and 
she knew the sensation of seeing it helped. 

Richard was well aware he would have to move slower than usual. If this 
lovely female was telling the truth, any sudden moves on his part might 
frighten her. Moving very slowly, very carefully, Richard gently lifted his 
hungering mouth from the mass of her soft-fleshed teat. Using his tongue as 
a tracer, he slowly, carefully began hungrily licking his way down the 
beautiful girl's nakedly quivering flesh. The flat plane of her jerking 
belly began writhing, twisting and twitching as his pointed tongue hesitated 
near the cup of her navel. 

Roz felt an uncontrolled shiver of lightning charge through her body, one 
bolt following another. She stared, wide-eyed at what the blond man was 
doing, washing her body with his tongue as if he were a mother cat taking 
care of its young. She stared as his oral extension dipped into the winking 
center of her navel, then lapped out again, seeing it kiss and lick its way 
further down her shuddering belly. When she saw the tip of her tongue wash 
over her fuzzy pelvis, she trembled, knowing what was coming next, having 
seen her father do this very thing to her mother. 

Richard Sander was dizzy with lust, and yet alive as he hadn't been for a 
long time. Not that he didn't love fucking his wife, but the truth was he 
and Gail had become accustomed to one another. But this young girl was new, 
different, the thrill of a wonderfully young conquest, making him feel as if 
he were young all over again. When the time came, he was going to throw one 
helluva fuck into this lovely female. His slender nostrils were already 
quivering as he barely sniffed the delicate scent of her feminine sexuality. 
Roz had been taught hygiene by her mother, and she kept herself scrupulously 
clean down there at all times. 

Christ! Richard decided to let his tongue do all the work for him for a 
change, and then he would fuck her so that she would never forget him. It 
never occurred to him that this was something that might go on and on. He 
thought in terms of this being a one-time-only, and as a result was 
determined to make her feel as good as possible. 

The man was still somewhat uncertain how this lovely teenager would react to 
what he was doing. It had been so long since he had fucked a pussy this 
young. As a matter-of-fact, the last young cunt he had fucked had been his 
wife's, when they had been dating. But at that time he had been young, and 
it never occurred to him how youth was able to turn him on ... or was it the 
fact that he was growing older and therefore felt the need for a young 
pussy. Right now, the only important thing was worming his tongue into the 
anxious, wet warmth of the tight young cunt beneath his lips. He was sure 
she was a virgin and he would have to move carefully. Her orifice was narrow 
and tight even if she was a tall girl, and he would have to be careful about 
opening her up. "Oh my!" Roz gasped. 

Her muscles suddenly tightened, reacting to the pressures of his roving, 
teasing tongue as his licking digit slowly traced a wet path along the soft 
satin of her tan inner thighs. Roz gasped and shuddered, seeing his face 
moving closer and closer to her pouting vaginal lips, well aware that in a 
second she would feel what it was that made her mother shriek for joy. 

Staring at the beautiful girl's leaking, trembling cuntlips, the hungry 
blond-haired man found he was unable to wait any longer. Many times when he 
was young he had found his face this close to a lovely pussy, but there had 
always been a thick ring of hair around it. His wife's cunt had a 
particularly luxuriant growth of hair. But here was a cunt with just the 
littlest bit of pubic lint surrounding it. It was as if he were fucking 
someone even younger, though he knew Roz was his daughter's age. 

He moved his hungry mouth a little closer to the narrow band of pinkness 
bisecting its way through the lovely girl's soft crotch. With one. hand he 
carefully reached forward, twisting it around when it was above her vagina, 
using his thumb and middle finger to slowly press the petals of her labia 
apart. The pink, bare slit, at first as narrow as a hair line, now very 
slowly began widening as he applied more pressure with his fingers. 

Richard gasped in awe as he saw the rich pink trench unfolding before his 
staring eyes. It all came into crystal clear focus as he stared at the 
dripping pink interior, seeing the viscous oils slowly oozing out of her. 
She was a lubricater, this one. Hell! He wanted to taste all that luscious 
oil seeping from her. Moving his anxious head forward, he flicked his tongue 
out, stabbing at the tender, quivering little bud of her clitoris. 

"HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAA!" Roz gasped, clamping hands over her mouth to 
keep her voice from being heard. She was thrillingly shocked by the 
electrical pleasure bursting through her quaking body and sizzling her mind. 
What she was feeling at this moment was like nothing else she had ever 
known. Roz had known many pleasurable things. Swimming, shopping, going to 
the movies ... these all constituted pleasurable things. But it was all as 
nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. The man's tongue was 
snapping its way into her, sending bolt after bolt of fiery lightning 
shooting through her shuddering body. Not only had his slithering tongue, 
touching her clitoris, caught her totally unprepared for what she expected 
to feel, it had sent a searing sensation of inner fire rushing through her 
lower belly like a tidal wave. It was a brand-new kind of fire, the like of 
which she had never previously known. The burning sensation had rapidly 
spread through her entire feminine form, and the lovely Roz felt it would 
completely consume her taut, girlish interior. The core of her had turned 
into a complete ball of flame. The man's wild tongue, lapping and slurping 
was touching a multitude of nerve-endings within her, making her wild with 
thrills and passion. 

"HHHUNNNGGHHH!" she gasped. "OHHH ... YESSSS ... MORRRRE ... IT FEELS SO 
GOOD ... SO GOOD ... SO GOOD ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP NOW ... PLEASE 
... PLEASE...." The beautiful brunette's sighs of pleasure made the handsome 
blond-haired man that much more diligent as he continued working at the 
heavy way his tongue probed and slurped the tanginess from her delicious 
vagina. Christ! He had tasted a multitude of cunts in his youth, but this 
one had to be one of the best. Not that he was faulting his wife's cunt. 
Gail's pussy tasted heavenly, but this one tasted at least as good. 

Roz felt the compressing lips of her neighbor push very solidly against her 
tantalizing vulva as he constantly sucked the little nodule of her extended 
clitoris. He pulled it as far into his mouth as possible, which really 
wasn't very far at all. He used his lips to lightly nibble at it, and then 
he touched it with the edges of his teeth, sending another wave of ecstasy 
through her quaking form. 

The lovely brunette moaned and gasped out loud, letting him know how much 
she enjoyed what he was doing. Backing his hungering lips away from her 
saliva-soaked clitoral extension, Richard moved his tongue like a soft, 
lancing wedge between the tender, silken labia of this beautiful young 
girl's aching vagina. He was aware of the pulsations given off by each labia 
as her interior quivered against the probing of his tongue. His mouth 
continually tasted the sweet unguent pungency clinging to the tantalizing 
rim of her inner, scalloped cuntlips, and it took all his willpower not to 
have a premature ejaculation. Christ! She was fantastic! Her labial flesh 
was tight, like a strong rubber band waiting to be stretched. Richard 
hesitated for the merest instant and then sank the full length of his tongue 
into the seething depths of the teenage girl's never-before-plumbed pussy. 
His hands forced her young thighs to open even wider as he pushed his 
anxious lips against the warmth emanating from the depths of her taut, 
virgin container. 

To the lovely eighteen-year-old brunette, the man's probing tongue seemed to 
roll but like a fancy red carpet as it moved into her. It unraveled like an 
uncoiling serpent, insinuating itself into the heated slickness of her 
tender feminine interior. The probing continued building salaciously 
thrilling sensations inside Roz. 

Roz was aware of the pleasure-giving tongue sliding in and out of her sodden 
vagina. Her vaginal walls desperately and anxiously tried clamping down on 
it like the jaws of a hungry hound. She was totally oblivious to anything 
else around her at that moment. All she cared about was the thrilling, 
arousing oral assault taking place between her widespread, tan thighs. For a 
moment she had totally forgotten about the man's throbbing cock as passion 
continued building in the heated depths of her quaking pussy. 

Richard thrust his tongue all the deeper, feeling frustrated, himself. He 
licked and lapped and slurped through the young vaginal vestibule, holding 
his breath until he thought he would collapse from lack of air. Then, in 
spite of merely wanting to lie there and accept everything, Roz's softly 
rounded buttocks began slowly rolling around and around with each stab of 
his anxious tongue. Her short, loud gasps became more punctuated and more 
pronounced as she sublimated her mind into the sensations of her body. Now 
she was the female animal in heat. She thrashed her body from side to side, 
bouncing up and down, gripping his hair with her hands and pulling his face 
all the more deeply into her womanly oven. 

Richard was going out of his mind as he drank all she had to offer. He knew 
he had to fuck her. There was no getting around it. Abruptly, his head was 
up and he was staring at her, his eyes seemingly vacant, not seeing her 
because of the blistering heat continually invading his body. When he spoke, 
Roz suddenly felt a little uncertain. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, honey," he told her, wild-eyed and anxious. 
"Right now!" 

Roz saw the dripping wetness that had been in her vagina now rolling down 
his chin and off his cheeks. Trie oils made his lips glisten in the 
sunshine. 

"Y-you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked, now somewhat afraid. 

"Hurt you? Hell no! I'm gonna fuck you and give you the greatest thrill your 
beautiful body has ever known." 

"Yes," she gasped. "That's what I want." He levered himself over her lovely 
nakedness as she trembled, partly from fear, partly from anticipation. At 
that moment he looked like some gigantic animal hovering directly above her. 

Roz looked down between their glistening bodies, her eyes locking onto the 
immensely thick phallic extension protruding from between his shuddering 
thighs. He was going to do it at last! He was going to push that immense log 
of flesh into the tiny little hole between her own loins, as she had seen 
her father do with her mother. She began wondering if she was physically 
capable of handling such a mammoth organ. Sure, her cunt had been able to 
accept his small, slick, malleable tongue ... but a thick, long, hard, 
unbending cock??? She was certain he would rip her open. Yet she didn't dare 
back down, now. 

"Don't hurt me!" she whimpered. "Please, Mr. Sander, don't hurt me! I'm 
afraid of pain." 

"Hey, don't you worry," he whispered, his voice gentle and suddenly 
reassuring. "You know I have no reason to want to hurt you." He leaned over 
her, the palms of his hands pressing into the chaise on either side of her 
head. He smiled at her and said, "I'm going to make sure everything is as 
easy as possible. Reach down, take hold of my cock, and guide the head into 
you. You'll see, it'll be a lot easier that way." 

Believing that by obeying the man, she would definitely avoid any pain. The 
lovely dark-haired girl dutifully obeyed him. She had no wish to look at the 
monstrous flesh log at this moment, believing the sight of it forcing its 
way into her might cause her that much more acute pain. In any case, the 
girl reached down between their bodies, then gently wrapped her slim fingers 
around the blood-bloated extension standing out from between his thighs. 

Wow! the girl thought, fingering it for a moment. It felt like nothing she 
had ever previously known. The texture was the most fascinating thing she 
had ever touched. She remembered feeling it throb when it had initially 
touched her body, earlier, and now she felt it pulsate as his blood heatedly 
pumped through his flesh. The penis jerked and twitched, continually flexing 
in her hand. But in spite of all the fascination she had concerning the 
organ, she realized it felt even bigger than it had looked. She was more 
reluctant than ever to place the massively throbbing dome against the tiny 
entrance of her tremblingly contracting pussy. 

"Come on, come on, hurry it up," Richard encouraged, knowing if she didn't 
insert his pylon into her very shortly, he would go stark, staring mad. The 
cool touch of her fingers made him feel all set to explode then and there. 

Jesus H. Christ! He had to have that hot little hole of hers surrounding the 
full length of his throbbing dork. Taking a deep breath, he crammed his hips 
forward as if emphasizing the need for speed. Damn! Damn! It just had to go 
into her! It had to. He was unable to remember the last time he had fitted 
his cock into such a narrow cunt. His wife's cunt had adjusted to the 
breadth of his prick after all these years. Not that she didn't feel good, 
but she fitted just right. This cunt, on the other hand, was tight. 

A myriad of different thoughts were running madly about in Roz's whirling 
brain, winking on and off like electric lights as she heard the pleading 
voice of the man above her. She wanted to do this, to be fucked by him, 
knowing how good it would all feel in the long run, but she was afraid. She 
was certain the thickness of his organ would stretch her vagina totally out 
of shape. This would necessarily have to cause her some pain. She felt the 
massive baton, poised like a gigantic battering ram just outside the gates 
of her girlish temple. It was primed and all set to thrust into her, and she 
was afraid it might rip her helpless belly to shreds. 

Clamping her teeth tightly together, the beautiful brunette fumbled with the 
swollen instrument for just an instant longer, until her slender fingers had 
a sure grip around it. Then, using it as a wedge, she ran it up and down, 
parting the thick, fuzz-covered lips of her aching vagina until the smooth 
rubbery dome lodged itself firmly against the tight, never-before-penetrated 
entrance of her bubbling vagina. 

"Yes," she gasped, panting very heavily, as if having completed some 
physically exhausting task, proud she was finally able to do it correctly. 
For the moment uncertainty was blotted out, yet an instant afterward she was 
sorry for her efficiency. 

Richard Sander, with the word "Yes" ringing in his brain, slowly began 
inching his throbbing organ forward, moving faster and faster, sinking into 
her deeper and deeper. The first feelings of sharp hurt from the tightness 
of her narrow feminine channel went blistering up her spine and reached her 
brain. It took every last ounce of willpower for Roz not to open her mouth 
and scream. She had to keep this man from thinking he was causing her 
anguish, otherwise, all she would have to remember today would be pain. She 
had to control herself and wait for the pain to pass, knowing rapture lay 
just beyond. 

She gritted her teeth as she felt the driving, torpedoing, ramming, 
blunt-nosed head stretch her elastic vaginal mouth until it finally slipped 
in, and her taut cuntal membranes slipped over the pulsating point like a 
custom-made prophylactic. The sudden force of it totally overpowered the 
young girl with inordinate pain. 

"HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHRRRGGGHHH-AAANNNGGGHHH!" she grunted through her clenched 
teeth as the force of his overpowering entry into her pounded through her 
eighteen-year-old body like the sudden stabbing of a white-hot sword. 

Roz felt her tender interior impossibly stretched. The aching corridor 
between her delicate thighs felt anguish, and she responded immediately by 
slamming the fullness of her softly rounded buttocks into the cushioned 
covering on top of the webbing of the outdoor chaise. She strained in a 
hopeless attempt to escape the rest of the impalement. Her quivering 
reaction was entirely from the gut, coming automatically as if she were 
fighting for self-preservation. Yet all the while her mind still wanted to 
feel the pleasure she was certain had to eventually follow all this pain. 
She tried hard not to resist, and for one instant she was certain she was 
going to black out. But after the initial lightning-thrust of agony, she was 
able to finally bring herself under control. She knew if she relaxed, no 
matter how much it hurt, the pain would fade away quickly enough. 

Richard Sander felt a demanding insistence in his throbbing testicles. He 
was more than certain they would explode because of the tight sensation 
imparted to his thrusting cock by her surrounding vaginal hallway as it 
gripped and sucked his cock-head. He did his best, trying a multitude of 
things to try and block the sensations building in him. Climaxing would be 
wrong unless he had his hard cock buried to its full length in the steaming 
center of her shuddering vagina. He had the overpowering urge to simply ram 
his cock the rest of the way into her, but he restrained himself. Her cries 
made him hesitate, but only for the briefest of moments. Feeling the thrill 
of so sweet and sensual a young body beneath his, writhing helplessly for 
the moment, created a feeling of intense stimulation. She was so young, so 
deliciously young. He was used to fucking his wife, an astonishingly lovely 
woman by all means, but a woman close to him in years. His wife was a woman 
to whom he had become accustomed. Though he loved fucking Gail, it was not 
at all like fucking this sweet, wonderful young creature. God! He had to 
fuck this young female to completion. He had to shoot his sperm into her no 
matter what the consequences. He cocked his hips for a moment, then rammed 
forward again, sinking his rock-hard phallus another inch into the lovely 
dark-skinned girl's tightly clutching pussy. 

"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her eyes rolling upward, looking to heaven 
for some solace. "OHHHH ... HHUUNNHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... 
PLEASE ... PLEASE ... IT HURTS...." she helplessly whimpered, writhing in 
uncontrolled anguish and total desperation. 

If only the man would stop for a moment and give her inner tunnel a chance 
to adjust to his thickness before once again driving into her. She felt an 
insane conglomeration of uncontrolled, inner throbbing, a sensation of 
maddening shooting, tearing pains that crashed into her as waves crashed 
against rocks. 

Roz finally resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a totally 
agonizing experience. She had no choice at this point but to accept what was 
happening to her, no matter how much anguish she internally felt. At this 
moment she was certain that if Richard Sander powered his cock forward one 
more time, it would be the last sensation she'd ever feel on this earth. 

She was almost right. The mighty cock rested for only a moment and then 
slammed forward, battering through her hymeneal tissue as if it were a piece 
of wet Kleenex. This brought on the worst pain of all. It began lancing 
through her, making her writhe, wriggle and twist in tormented torture. 
Resistance of any kind was completely useless, and it took all her willpower 
not to tighten her interior. To do so would only intensify the hurt. 

Little by little she slowly began relaxing as Richard's long, hard cock 
continued sinking ever farther into the deepest parts of her tortuously 
stretched feminine center. The gigantically immense, heatedly burning, 
vibrantly throbbing penile head seemed to literally sear its way through her 
shuddering membranes, rising almost easily now through her wetly clinging 
inner passageway. The barrel-shaped organ pushed her tender cuntal walls 
outward as it probed all the more deeply into the simmering depths of her 
tightly squeezing feminine narrowness. 

Roz took one long breath and held it as long as possible, and that was when 
she realized the man was finally fully embedded inside her quivering body. 
He had filled her belly to its capacity, and in so doing had stuffed her 
with every last little bit of cock. When he pulled back, she braced herself 
for more pain, but it didn't come. He slowly began easing forward again. 
This time the throbbing phallic length slid into her with just the right 
amount of resistance, and though there was discomfort, she had to admit it 
felt like a sword sliding into a custom-made scabbard. She gasped, her mind 
confused as she realized the pain had lessened to such a tremendous degree, 
that by the next thrust there would probably be none at all. 

As it turned out, it took more than one more thrust for the pain to totally 
disappear. The penis stroked in and out of her, opening her a little more, 
but not that much, and then the discomfort subsided altogether. Each time he 
rammed forward, the lovely girl felt the man's scraggly pubic hair against 
her tremendously sensitive, fuzz-covered pelvis, creating a kind of scratchy 
sensation against her tenderly delicate skin. 

"OHHHHH ... YES, RICHARD!" she gasped, using the first name, somehow still 
afraid to move herself, frightened the agonizing excruciation would once 
again return. She felt as if he had rammed the organ clear through her body, 
literally nailing her to the chaise. One false move might result in total 
disembowelment. 

Looking down, it occurred to him this was the daughter of his next-door 
neighbor, whom he had seen almost from birth growing through the various 
stages of childhood until she had become a total woman. What the hell am I 
doing? he thought, what am I doing? But even as he thought it, he continued 
pumping his throbbing cock into her, unable to restrain himself in any way. 
He was fucking his best friend's daughter, and what was more, he was 
enjoying it. He loved the rigid clamp of her wet vaginal interior, gripping 
him, pulling him all the more deeply into her. 

Roz would always wonder how she had managed to keep from screaming loud 
enough to make herself heard by the entire neighborhood. But she also knew 
that she had no desire to scream, now. What he was doing was finally 
starting to feel good. 

Richard, aware of the girl's lack of struggling, thought she might have 
fainted. As he powered his mighty muscle into the seething regions of her 
shuddering body, he flexed his glans, expanding it to its utmost as it drove 
yet a little deeper into the tightness of her unrestrained depths. 

"OHHHHH RICHARD ... I love it ... I love it...." she moaned very softly, 
making the man realize she was not only becoming accustomed to the power of 
his penis, but was also starting to enjoy it. 

Her gasps had turned to sighs, and it thrilled Richard Sander to know that 
what he was doing was pleasing this girl. She was like a second daughter to 
him, and whatever he did to her, he wanted her to be pleased by it. She was 
beautiful, made all the more beautiful by the radiance now lighting her face 
because of her enjoyment. Yes, she was indeed a second daughter, and if he 
was unable to fuck his own daughter, then he was at least able to fuck this 
one, and it gave him almost as much pleasure. He loved the way her body 
continually reacted to the way he pounded his throbbing cock in and out of 
her. 

Roz was aware of him once again tugging his monstrous pole back until only 
the solid penile head remained lodged in her womanly tunnel. Then she was 
aware of him pounding forward, driving the entire length of solid meat into 
the narrowness of her shuddering depths. 

"HHHHAAAAUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" Roz gasped, well aware by now her tiny vaginal 
interior had finally opened up enough to swallow up the entire massive 
length Richard Sander had thrust into her. More than that, she was well 
aware a new, heated sensation was enlarging in the depths of her aching 
belly, swelling with every single one of the man's forward thrusts. One 
thing was clear, and it was the fact that what she was feeling most 
definitely was not pain. 

Each time she felt the man yanking his weighty phallic length back, the 
lovely brown-haired girl was well aware of her vaginal walls coming together 
behind it, as if aching to return to their former state. Then, as he once 
again thrust back to her, the walls seemed to gladly give way, as if 
enjoying this game of attack and retreat. 

The sensation of being helplessly skewered like a living shish-kebab began 
fading little by little, replaced by the more marvelous feeling of 
wonderfully heated thrills continually mounting in the depths of her 
shuddering belly. The girl knew a change had definitely come over her. She 
was different, but different in a wonderful way, and she would never be the 
naive innocent she had previously been. Richard might be using her body, but 
she was also using his. They were, for the time his javelin remained thrust 
inside her, part of one another; the same being. Roz discovered she was no 
longer afraid. The more he fucked into her, the more she enjoyed it. There 
was already a mounting sensation in the narrow stricture of her sucking 
pussy, and she knew if this man was able to keep up the fabulous poling of 
her shuddering pussy she would soon feel the sensation that always made her 
mother scream with bliss. The feeling was lurking down there, just waiting 
to finally emerge. 

She was aware of his thudding testicles violently slamming against the 
roundness of her asscheeks each time he slammed the full length of his 
mighty organ into her. The dangling testicles were an enhancement of 
everything she had been feeling. She watched as Richard rose from his elbows 
and placed the palms of his hands flat against the chaise, giving him more 
leverage, enabling him to drive his throbbing cock that much more deeply 
into her sucking, swirling center. 

Roz was breathing that much more heavily now, feeling her flaming vagina 
dilate with each breath she took. Her pretty little pink tongue was tucked 
in the right corner of her mouth as she all but wheezed to suck in even more 
air. 

The lovely young girl had to be the single most sensuous female Richard had 
known since his wife. Her sensuality was not merely sexual, but an exuded 
charm that had finally convinced him to continue making love to her when he 
had awakened to find her lying beside him. He wanted to slam his cock into 
Roz until she finally screamed out her orgasmic passion. At this time of day 
there was no one of consequence around to hear what was going on. She might 
have been a virgin, but now that she was initiated, she reacted with the 
same fervor as his own wife. 

Roz rolled her lovely head from side to side as the man continued 
mercilessly fucking into her, sinking his hard meat into her tunnel over and 
over. Her hips automatically lifted and lowered, responding to rhythmic 
drives. The lovely girl, her head still resting on the raised part of the 
chaise, was able to look down the length of their joined bodies each time 
the tall, blond-haired man stroked his cock back. Her large eyes looked past 
the twin peaks of her monumental breasts, past the flatness of her belly, 
and finally at the link joining her naked body to that of her best friend's 
father. 

Roz sensed the tightness of her squeezing pink cunt willingly yielding to 
the man's continued downward thrusts, welcoming his driving organ into the 
fissure of her narrowly confined depths with tight, pressuring squeezes. Her 
vaginal muscles reacted automatically, crushing in a way that many other 
experienced women never knew how. She felt his curling, pelvic growth scrub 
the fuzz-covered flesh of her own tender pelvis as their aching groins 
continued slamming together very heatedly. She noted the way her inner labia 
felt, curling out each time the grown man's solid cock withdrew from inside 
her. She thrilled to the weighty smack of his pounding testicles against the 
roundness of her asscheeks. Her mind noted she was not able to feel his 
dangling balls as certainly at the moment. She wondered why. Her hand 
reached around his thigh and touched his scrotum and she was surprised to 
discover it had pulled up tightly against his crotch. 

She was dipping her body all the more quickly, and he kept pace with her, 
striking into her at a faster and faster rate. Oh God! She was learning to 
love this in one hell of a hurry. Roz was well aware of the excited dribbles 
of lubricity running out of her vagina, soaking her thighs and buttocks. She 
was certain the man's leathery sac, in front, anyway, was coated with her 
oils. The out-pouring grease covering Richard's cock made it easier for him 
to stroke it in and out of her tight womanly gully. The more she felt of her 
hot, burning desire, the more she ached to feel of his thrusting cock. 

Richard knew it wouldn't be much longer before he blasted a load of hot 
sperm into this girl's cunt. A quick swim afterward should flood her cunt 
with chlorinated water and prevent any babies. 

As the mounting enjoyment became that much more intense in the center of her 
quaking interior, Roz was well aware this was the start of the feeling for 
which she had seemingly been waiting a lifetime. She felt there was more 
than mere lust behind what her best friend's father was doing to her. She 
innately sensed the feelings he had for her, and her alone. She wasn't naive 
enough to believe she was the first female for whom he had such feelings, 
and there was always the possibility of others following her. But right now, 
everything he felt was strictly for her. 

Having known Richard Sander all her life, Roz thought of him as an uncle and 
had come to love him as such. Now she felt more love, a greater, more 
powerful love for him, and what was more was aware the feeling he had for 
her was also love, even if Richard, himself, was still unaware of what he 
felt. 

But there was more. There was that sensation of pure physical lust, as well, 
and it cheered her to think this man thought enough of her as a woman to 
want her so totally. As a result, she felt feelings of wanton desire for him 
she had never imagined to be in her. 

The beautiful brunette felt the mighty cock of the strong, blond man sliding 
in and out of her taut cunt, an intense and driving probe, demanding, 
insisting that she completely surrender herself to his will. The sensations 
he was poling into her were overwhelming her entire being, and the lovely 
girl kept her head raised in order to better see the full length of the 
organ rapidly moving in and out of her quivering body. The slap of his balls 
against her asscheeks each time he thrust forward seemingly enhanced 
everything for her, and she stretched her thighs as wide as possible to give 
his stabbing phallus total access to the churning depths of her aroused 
feminine container. 

The rich coral rim of her grasping cunt sucked and nursed on his organ as a 
babe at its mother's breast, and all the while the penis continued moving in 
and out, in and out, thrusting and riposting over and over. Not only did the 
lovely Roz pick up the rhythm of his phallic spear driving into her, but 
after awhile inadvertently took control of what was happening between them 
by speeding up her own rhythm and making the man's body keep time with hers. 

Richard Sander was aware of the surging power of his bubbling semen starting 
to rise within his tormented balls. The tide was strong and overflowing, and 
there was no way to hold it back, and though he ached to make this lovely 
girl achieve her own satisfaction he knew there was no turning back and 
restraining the sensations that had been set in motion. The flooding seed 
was racing from his testicles into his prostate. There, it mingled with the 
manufactured fluid, and suddenly began wending its way into his urethra, the 
tube in the underside of his penis. He was aware of the girl's slender tan 
thighs tightening around him. Was it possible she, too, was on the verge of 
satisfaction? Yes, yes, he was going to make her climax, too. 

Muscle-straining pleasure shot through Richard's body, and he tensed 
himself, the cords in his neck and thighs suddenly straining to their 
utmost. He was well aware of the aching sperm all set to shoot from the 
enlarged tip of his elongated, throbbing penis, and he discovered he was 
completely caught up in the world of total ecstasy ecstasy the like of which 
he had never previously known. Then an entire universe seemingly exploded 
within him as liquid fire jetted from the unseeing eye in the majestically 
swollen red tip of his driving cock. The organ began jerking and shuddering, 
twisting and spurting uncontrollably. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHH-AAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" the man bellowed, not 
caring who in the neighborhood might overhear him. He fired into her over 
and over. Roz, on the other hand, for all the unalloyed bliss now bursting 
through her, managed to remain silent as she felt the initial heated blasts 
of simmering sperm fire into her churning depths and splash against the 
opening to her tiny womb. The lovely girl felt herself being buffeted wildly 
about on the bed-like chaise under Richard's thrusting body, and her teeth 
sank into her lower lip to keep her from shouting as she finally felt that 
marvelous passion suddenly totally overtake her. 

It was if she had ridden in a barrel up Niagara Falls instead of down. His 
burning semen mixed with the flooding oils gushing through her shuddering 
cavern, and then, as her vaginal walls tightly contracted, she felt the 
mixture spilling out around the driving penis. 

Roz lay there for a few minutes afterward, letting the sensations linger. 
Then, with amazing strength, she rolled Richard from her body, nakedly got 
to her feet, and dove into the pool. Instead of using her arms to propel 
herself forward, she back-pedaled, moving her body backward, somewhat like a 
squid, letting the chlorinated water into her vaginal interior, sterilizing 
anything and everything within the channel. Then she leaped out of the pool, 
grabbed her bikini, and ran to her own yard, letting herself into the house 
through the rear door. Once there, she nakedly leaned against the door, and 
smiled. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The movie had turned out to be one of the boring Sci-fi rip-offs of the 
science fiction movie that had started the trend. Donna decided, halfway 
through it, that she didn't want to watch it any longer. No wonder Roz 
hadn't been willing to see it again. 

Wearing a red halter and tight blue jeans, Donna emerged from the theater, 
hopped a bus, and was soon one block from her home. As she walked along the 
tree-shaded street, she once again started imagining herself in the arms of 
her father, being treated gently, lovingly. She was certain anything her 
mother was capable of offering, she was equally capable of offering. 

The air was redolent with sweet smells that afternoon, and she realized, as 
she approached her home, that her father was not the man for whom she should 
be dreaming. Rather she ought to be dreaming about Roz's father. After all, 
he was every bit as much a man as her own father. Sure he was shorter and 
more squat, but he had that look of total virility about him, and from the 
smiles she had seen on the face of Roz's mother, she knew Paul Brighton was 
capable of bringing a woman to total satisfaction. 

Donna entered her house through the front door, certain she was alone. She 
headed for her bedroom to leave her purse when she noticed underclothing 
lying on her parents' bed. Knowing how fastidious her mother was, Donna was 
certain Gail hadn't left Richard's underwear simply lying around. 

Walking into her parents' bedroom, she saw the rest of her father's clothing 
strewn all about the place, and she realized her father was home. Since this 
was Friday, it wasn't too unusual. As he wasn't in the house, Donna figured 
him to be outside in the backyard. 

Going to her own bedroom, she hurriedly changed into her red bikini with the 
white polka dots, and was about to step outside when she heard the 
earth-shattering yell from her father. It was the same yell she had heard 
the times he was making love to her mother, and Donna smiled to herself, 
thinking her mother might have gotten a day off, and the two of them were 
out there, in the backyard, having all kinds of a good time. 

Instead of going out, she discreetly returned to her parents' bedroom and 
peered out the window. The large umbrella covering the double chaise hid 
everything, but she waited patiently. 

Five minutes went by, and she was shocked to see Roz suddenly stand and move 
out from behind the umbrella. She was even more shocked to see Roz was 
totally naked. The long brunette jumped into the swimming pool, her braids 
flying, and a minute later, Donna saw her father stand from behind the 
umbrella, as Roz leaped out of the pool and ran home. Donna caught sight of 
her father's semi-erect penis as he strolled toward the house. She didn't 
need a close-up of it to know he had been using it on Roz. 

God! God! If only he had fucked her instead of Roz. It galled Donna. Still, 
if her father had to cheat, and he wasn't going to use his own daughter, 
Donna was almost pleased that he had used her friend, Roz. 

Funny, but only this morning she, Donna, had told Roz how sexy and 
attractive she had thought Roz's father to be. But here was Roz, fucking 
with her father. It was almost as if Roz had stolen the idea from Donna. 
Well more than one person would be able to play at this game. Donna intended 
scoring with Paul Brighton. 

At the age of eighteen, she was no longer a child. She knew her likes and 
dislikes, and the time had come for her to stop behaving like some prim 
little virgin. Her virginity had been self-enforced, basically because, like 
Roz, Donna didn't like the idea of some self concerned clod taking advantage 
of her to cause her pain. What she wanted was a full-fledged love-affair. 
Like Roz, Donna was a highly emotional girl, but unlike Roz, Donna was more 
sensible. She knew an affair with Roz's father would not be a permanent 
thing. But it would be a beginning, a start, and a proper lead-in to a happy 
sex life. Donna was intent on having one very happy sex life long before she 
settled down and got married. When she finally did marry, sex would not be a 
determining factor, since it would the one reason why she would continue 
dating any man' for a prolonged length of time. If she didn't get along 
sexually with a man right from the start, she would have nothing to do with 
him, afterward. 

The important thing, as Donna saw it, was to get sex out of the way and then 
determine compatibility. There were so many different ways to be compatible, 
and Donna didn't want sex to be in the way. 

In spite of the fact that Paul Brighton looked like some kind of 
Neanderthal, Donna knew he was extremely intelligent. The low forehead did 
not denote a small brain, as some people claimed. The man was an obvious 
genius in his line of work, or he would never have made it to the top so 
quickly. He was also the kind of man capable of facing any situation and 
handling it without being outwardly surprised. Donna wondered how he was 
going to handle her. There was only one way to find out, so she returned to 
her own bedroom, removed her bikini, slipped on a tee shirt, shorts, and 
sandals, and then took some money and left the house before her father came 
back in. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For June it was unusually hot, and Donna was glad the buses leading to 
Denver were air-conditioned. She knew the various men, including the bus 
driver, were staring at her as she got on the bus. It was more than her 
having a pretty face and a nice figure. She had no brassiere on under her 
tee shirt, and the pinkness of her nipples, pressing against the white, 
almost translucent fabric of the shirt, was almost clearly visible. She 
didn't particularly care what they thought. Let them look. As far as she was 
concerned, it was a pleasure being a little bit of a tease. She didn't 
actually flaunt herself at the men, and her firm breasts were small enough 
so they didn't bounce under her shirt. Besides, she had the bottom of the 
shirt tucked firmly into her pants short, short hot pants that let everyone 
see the delightful contours of her tanned, shapely thighs and calves. 

The bus ride took almost thirty minutes, and when she finally got off, she 
found city air almost stifling compared to the suburban air of Galen. Still, 
she smiled as she walked through the throngs of people on the sidewalks as 
she headed for the building where she knew Consolidated Electrodynamics was 
located. 

She entered the building with no hesitation whatsoever, heading for the 
correct elevator, and riding it up to the proper floor. There were many 
floors occupied by the company, but having been here before, Donna knew on 
which floor the corporate offices were located. 

It was almost five o'clock, and on Friday that meant the building was all 
but empty. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that Paul Brighton might 
have already left for the day. There was also the faint possibility she 
might catch him in the middle of an affair, though she doubted it. Her 
"Uncle Paul" as she had come to know him, though extremely sexy, at least in 
her own eyes, was too occupied with his work to think in terms of having 
affairs. Granted, other women were probably just as interested in trying to 
make time with him as Donna was, but Paul Brighton was not the kind of man 
to enter into an affair lightly. After all, the man had a reputation to 
protect, and he would have to be certain of the female. Although the 
possibility did exist that some woman actually did manage to penetrate the 
mental armor with which he surrounded himself, Donna was betting on his 
fidelity, at least up until today. 

Unlike Roz, Donna was extremely conscious of sexuality emanating from 
different men. She was also conscious of the looks men gave her. Where her 
mind was closed to the possibility of her own father looking at her with 
desire, she was easily able to see it in the eyes of Paul Brighton. She had 
no idea that his initial spark of interest was for his own daughter, nor did 
she know that he had turned his mental attention to Donna to simply use her 
as a substitute for his own daughter. As far as she was concerned, the 
desire lighting up the eyes of Paul Brighton was desire solely for her. 
Donna was well aware he would be initially taken aback at her openly 
declared intention to have an affair with him, but she also shrewdly guessed 
that he would not foolishly allow the opportunity to pass. 

She finally found the outer office leading to his, and was pleased his 
private secretary had already left for the weekend. The door leading to 
Paul's inner office was slightly ajar, and Donna walked over to it and 
peered around it. Paul Brighton was inside, finishing up some paperwork. He 
was getting ready to leave for the day. 

Donna boldly stepped in and shut the door behind her. She looked around the 
office at the cedar paneling, the rich thickness of the carpeting, the 
immensity of the oak desk, and the volumes of books on the shelves lining 
the walls behind the desk. Off to the right was what, at first glance, 
looked like a sofa, with a covering and cushions. Closer inspection would 
reveal it was a daybed with bolsters to create the sofa like impression. It 
had green covers flecked with little strands of gold. 

Paul Brighton was stacking some papers on his desk, opening a drawer at his 
lower left, and putting the papers inside. Donna wasted no time silently 
walking over to the desk, and as he closed the drawer and sat up, she said, 
"Uncle Paul?" 

Paul looked up and blinked. He was wearing glasses for close work, and 
taking them off, recognized Donna. He had no idea why she was there, but 
automatically assumed she had come to Denver on some kind of shopping spree 
or possibly just to window shop. Whatever the reason, she had obviously 
stopped by hoping for a possible lift back home. 

"Donna," he smiled, looking over the trim figure barely hidden beneath the 
white tee shirt and hot pants. She was standing in such a way that light 
coming from the window to his right played over her and made her tee shirt 
almost see-through. His mind immediately began hungering for her, once again 
smitten with the idea of possessing this lovely creature, though he kept his 
face consciously straight, intent she should never read the salaciousness on 
his countenance. 

Donna didn't have to read his face. He was unable to hide the bright gleam 
in his eyes, reassuring Donna she had made the right move. 

"What are you doing here at this time of day, honey?" he asked. "Are you 
looking for a lift home?" 

"Afterward," she nodded. 

"After what?" he asked, leaning back in his swivel chair. 

"After we make love," she said, as calmly as she might have said something 
about having a snack. Paul Brighton was inwardly terrified for a moment. Was 
the young blonde reading his mind? How was it possible for her to divine 
what he had been thinking? Yet to simply condone something like this 
outright and agree would possibly ruin him. 

Remaining outwardly calm, Paul gestured to the round-backed leather-covered 
chair in front of his desk and said, "Don't you think this bears some 
discussion, first?" 

"If you wish," Donna replied, sitting down. "You needn't worry about our 
being overheard by anyone, though. The outer office is empty, and all the 
employees on this floor have gone for the day. We're very much alone, and as 
you can see, Uncle Paul, I'm not carrying any recording devices." 

"Still, what you're proposing is not something to be taken lightly," Paul 
told her, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, crossing his legs to hide his 
erection. "I'm not taking this lightly," she replied. "I've been giving this 
quite a bit of thought, and I believe you'll agree this is something you 
want as much as I. In fact, the possibility exists that you want it even 
more than I. Let's not be hypocritical, Uncle Paul. Let's be honest from the 
outset." 

"Very well," he shrugged. "I admit it. You're a beautiful girl, Donna, and 
though I've been faithful to my wife all these years, in the words of a 
famous president, I'll concede to having committed adultery in my mind more 
than once. I'll go so far as to admit I've imagined myself making love to 
you. There! I've said it! Now that I've admitted it, shall we go before we 
do something we might both regret, dear child?" 

"I'm not a child, Uncle Paul," she said, smiling. "I'm eighteen, only two 
months younger than Roz. I know what I want. Let me be perfectly frank. At 
the moment I'm still a virgin. My virginity does not stem from my 
upbringing, at least not from a moral standpoint. I'm a virgin simply 
because I've never found any males my own age with whom I-want to be 
initiated. My first time has to be with a man who cares enough for me to 
give me a minimum of pain and a maximum of pleasure. 

"That's logical," he admitted, feeling the desire in him growing by leaps 
and bounds to where it would shortly overwhelm his common sense so that he 
would succumb. "I'm glad you're not acting like a silly middle-aged man, 
spouting about a morality in which neither of us really believes," Donna 
smiled. "I want more than a one-time fling with you, Uncle Paul. I want a 
full-fledged affair with you. You don't have to make me your mistress in the 
full sense of the word. I'm not looking for a fancy apartment, a swollen 
bank account, or all kinds of different luxuries. At the moment I want this 
simply for the sake of the act itself. You see, women enjoy sex as much as 
men, or so I've heard from some of the girls in college I've known. They've 
gone into great deal about the different things they do, and I'm quite 
willing to do all of them with you. So let's not say a lot of meaningless 
things about this not being right, and spend the next half hour-or-so, 
enjoying ourselves." 

Standing, Paul walked around to the front of the desk, in no way attempting 
to hide the bulge in the front of his pants. "You're right," he said to 
Donna. "Any objections on my part would be a lot of clap-trap. However, the 
taking of your virginity is something which we can't simply go ahead and do. 
After all, there are things we have to look out for, such as the possibility 
of your becoming pregnant. Let's face it, Donna. If you and I do indulge, I 
have no intention of wearing a condom. Nor would I think you'd want me to. 
By the same token I have no intention of making you big-bellied. So the 
first time you and I become involved in something like this will be after 
you've started on the Pill. You can't take the Pill haphazardly, you know. 
You have to start at a particular time of the cycle of your menstrual 
period, and end at a specific time." 

"That makes sense," Donna agreed, also standing. "But I need some kind of 
guarantee this isn't a stall on your part to put me off. I think you and I 
should do something, anything, merely as proof that you'll go all the way 
with me when the time comes." 

Before Paul was able to reply, the lovely blonde walked over to him, threw 
her lithe arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him 
hungrily. Her mouth completely covered his while her tongue pried his lips 
apart and began darting around his in a provocative dance. She snuggled 
close, taunting him with her nearness. 

Paul Brighton suddenly felt very young. The lovely little blonde had a way 
about her of making him think the twenty years between them didn't exist at 
all. "HUMMMMMMMMM!" she sighed, finally unwinding her arms from around his 
neck and slipping away from him. "That was nice, Uncle Paul, very nice. I've 
been wanting one of those for the past two years." 

"So have I," he admitted. 

"Then let's make up for lost time," she insisted. He answered simply by 
sweeping her slender figure into his arms. Paul hugged her to him and 
vigorously began kissing her face and mouth. His tongue probed deeply into 
the sweet warmth of her mouth and he pulled her to him all the more firmly, 
pressing the roundness of her breasts into his chest. 

"AHHHHHHHHH," she moaned softly as they hungrily kissed again, and then 
separated as he released her. "Another kiss like that, and I don't care 
about pills and things like that. I'll show you just how round my heels 
are." 

Paul smiled. He had to admit Donna was the most precocious girl he had ever 
known. Granted, he still would have preferred his own daughter, Roz, but 
that idea was logically out of the question. Incest was something one did 
not indulge in. 

Therefore he had to be satisfied with this lovely, quite obviously 
uninhibited beauty. He would have to be foolish to feel sorry for himself, 
under the circumstances. Two minutes earlier, he hadn't even had Donna. 

If he had to have an affair, Donna was the perfect mistress. As for her 
declaration about not wanting expensive things, well, there were ways to get 
around it, like hiring her to work for the summer and paying her far in 
excess of what her occupation required. She was like no other female he had 
ever met, and as a result, he decided he definitely wanted her. 

She stepped over to the window, letting the light shine through her tee 
shirt, allowing him to see the silhouetted curves of her lovely form. The 
shirt did almost nothing to hide her body. Her breasts, two sun-golden 
melons pressing against the fabric of her tee shirt and though they were not 
nearly as large as Roz's, they were large enough, and certainly far more 
firm. The twin mounds of flesh pushed enticingly outward, the pinkness of 
each areola darkly visible, rising and falling in an enticing rhythm beneath 
the fondling of his stare. 

His eyes drifted over the narrow flatness of her belly, and he was well 
aware of the slight tremors of abandonment rippling under the sleek flatness 
of her abdomen when his gaze probed the deep, sensual well of her navel, 
suddenly visible as her torturous breathing caused the lower half of the 
shirt to pull out of the hot pants she was wearing. 

There was no way he was able to ignore the supple slenderness of her lovely 
thighs. She was no more than five-foot-four, yet it seemed those perfectly 
formed calves and legs rose forever, leading his eyes to the feminine 
protrusion of her pelvis, pushing as it did against the hot pants. 

He surprised Donna with his willingness to accept the situation, and she was 
taken aback when he reached out and lovingly caressed her cheeks. Unable to 
help herself, she took one of his hands and lightly kissed the palm. The two 
of them exchanged smiles, and now they knew they had embarked on a course 
from which there would be no return. It thrilled Donna that everything was 
coming about so much more easily than she had expected. 

Donna took his hands and pressed them firmly against her breasts, wanting to 
know the feel of him on the intimate parts of her body. The smile on her 
face invited him to move his fingers and fondle, and Paul do so, feeling 
like a youth of nineteen all over again. 

Her face was still the innocent face of the beautiful girl who had grown up 
next door, but her body was definitely that of a woman. Her golden breasts 
were warm under the shirt and he longed to touch her silken flesh. With a 
finger he made circles around each of her breasts, tracing the fullness of 
each little mound. God! It had been so long since he had touched any woman 
other than Lyn, his wife. Lyn, like Roz, had huge breasts, but because the 
mother was older than her daughter, time had started taking its toll on 
Lyn's breasts. Though they weren't exactly duffel bags, they weren't able to 
stand up as they once had. To feel such upstanding, youthful breast sent 
electricity coursing through Paul Brighton as he had never felt it during 
the past nineteen of his twenty married years. 

Donna maintained that innocently girlish expression on her lovely face, but 
her sensuous body was already betraying her. The aroused tremors quaking 
through her, revealed the true fires ignited within her intensely young 
body. 

She tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor, 
revealing for the first time the beauty of her ball-like mounds of mammarial 
flesh. The fact that they were tan like the rest of her attested to the fact 
that she, like Roz, occasionally sunbathed in the nude, when no one else was 
around and they were able to use the big umbrella to hide them on the dual 
chaise in her backyard. 

"You're a stunningly beautiful girl," he said to her, his dancing eyes and 
hands now exploring the silken tenderness of her breast flesh. His 
fingertips brushed over the tantalizing pink forms of her sleeping nipples. 
With a tremor of uncontrolled excitement they roused themselves from their 
lethargy, reaching out toward him in stiffly swollen arousal. 

"Come now, Miss Sander," he said, addressing her straightforwardly, a man 
talking to a woman rather than an uncle talking to his "niece." He leaned 
forward and with his lips teased the delicate lobe of her right ear. "You've 
come here to be examined by me, as if trying to decide whether or not you're 
a prime specimen, ripe for the beginning of my harem." 

"Just as long as I'm the only woman in the harem other than Aunt Lyn," she 
insisted. 

"But of course," he nodded. "However, now that we've started the 
examination, we can't go about this half-heartedly, can we?" 

"Of course not," she agreed, understanding him completely. It was as if an 
instant rapport had established itself between the two of them. With a 
couple of definitely tantalizing wiggles the beautiful young blonde slid the 
hot pants around her hips to the floor, letting them pool around her ankles, 
letting him see she wore no panties underneath. 

"Ohhhhhhh yessssss...." he breathed, his voice hissing out his desire. "I 
think we just might be able to do business together, you and I. The question 
is, just how far are you willing to go to prove your sincerity concerning 
our relationship." 

"As far as you wish," she smiled. 

"What language did you study in high school?" he asked. 

"Spanish," she replied. 

"That was the wrong language, my dear," he told her. "I'm about to teach you 
a different language; French." With one last squeeze, his hands abandoned 
the roundness of her breasts and drifted down to her sides. He permitted his 
left palm to slide around and caress the fleshy moons of her tight buttocks, 
while his other hand reached down to cup the pouting swell of her 
tantalizing pelvis. She had much more hair there than his own wife. In fact, 
she had a lush blonde jungle covering her pubis. 

But the hairs did not drift down and surround her cuntlips in profusion. 
There were some few golden strands around her labia, but the lush growth was 
strictly above her vagina, not hampering his sight of the rich coral lips 
already dribbling anxiously and waiting for attention. 

Donna trembled and moaned as Paul gently massaged the plump rise of her 
femininity. Then he tickled a finger between the sodden lips of her virginal 
cunt, slowly sliding the tip into the definitely sodden interior of her 
tight vale. She moaned a second time. It was the first time anyone other 
than herself had touched her down there, and Donna had to admit it was far 
more exciting for a man's fingers to touch her than her own, especially when 
the man was her Uncle Paul. He began pushing the finger into her quim to the 
first digit, then sliding it out, pumping it back and forth, in no way 
attempting to penetrate her virginal tightness any deeper. Donna gasped and 
quaked, unused to this, wondering if she would be able to handle it, after 
all. 

"Uncle Paul," she asked, her voice suddenly very husky with the lust 
continually building in her, "are you sure we should be doing this?" 

"But of course," he replied, certain she was teasing him. "I am a French 
teacher, and it is the teacher's job to motivate his students, Miss Sander," 
he explained, attempting very hard to sound almost formal. "With the proper 
motivation, a good French student can accomplish all goals set for her." 

"I definitely feel motivated," she gasped, fire burning through her 
shuddering form when he pushed his finger into her and kept it there, 
rubbing her clitoral nodule with his thumb. 

"Are you certain?" he asked. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she nodded. "I want to learn my French lesson, now." He 
smiled at her and nodded. Without being told, Donna understood what was 
expected of her. Her Uncle Paul was testing her to determine her sincerity. 
Well she would show him she was definitely intent on going through with 
this. Her brilliant blue eyes shone up at him, letting him see the 
willingness in them for what was expected of her. 

"French is a relatively easy language to learn," he told her, his hand 
reaching down and pulling down the zipper of his pants so he was able to 
reach in pull out the thick length of his throbbing cock. It was monstrous, 
all right. Donna, who had seen her own father's, knew this one was almost as 
long, but it looked smaller because it was unquestionably thicker. It was so 
thick she was worried she might dislocate her jaw. 

"To master the language," Paul went on, "one must be able to control and 
manipulate the lips and the tongue." Standing where he was, above the 
nakedly kneeling eighteen-year-old, Paul watched as her beautiful blue eyes 
lowered to the very stiff length of his throbbing penis. Sensually, her lips 
parted. The wet pinkness of her tiny tongue languidly washed across her lips 
in preparation for what was to come. 

Donna knew this was not the time for hesitation. She moved forward. With a 
taunting slowness, displaying an innate ability she had never known herself 
to have, her head tilted forward. The tip of her pink tongue, only the very 
tip uncurled from her mouth and tapped against the swollen crown of his 
vibrant cock. 

Vibrating sensations of flaming pleasure began racing wildly through his 
hairy groin. His testicles, each as big as a hen's egg, were tightly gripped 
in the security of his scrotum as it pulled up into his groin, causing 
aching need to blister through him. He moaned softly, while his throbbing 
length of flesh steel jerked and twitched in the air before her face. 

Her eyes rolled back to him, and seeing she had him where she wanted him, a 
pleased smile played at the corners of her mouth while impish light danced 
in the dark centers of the blue pools that were her eyes. Seeing the way he 
watched her, she leaned forward once again. 

This time her tongue did more than tap. Before, when she had taken her 
tongue away, she had tasted his lubricant, and had found it strangely 
pleasant. This being the case, she wanted more of it. Her soft, moist oral 
digit began very gently licking at the glistening tip of his purple glans. 
In loving, velvet oral caresses she worked her extended lingual probe around 
and around his throbbing cock-head. 

Her eyes were fluttering closed as she became very much engrossed in her 
task and devoted her entire attention to the length of the pulsating shaft 
of masculine meat occupying her tongue. With almost worshipping tenderness, 
the beautiful Donna laved and bathed the sensitive underside of Paul's 
trembling glans. Doing so only aroused Donna that much more, and her moans 
mingled with the oral sounds of her shuddering tongue. 

Her head tilted a bit more now. She saw the way his entire body was coming 
to life beneath the marvelous attention her tongue was giving his penis. Her 
tongue ran up and down the length of the organ, top and bottom as well as 
both sides, and Paul stared, unable to connect the female doing this to him 
with the little girl he used to dandle on his knee along with his own 
daughter. 

When she had finished licking and wetting down the entire penile length, she 
once more pulled away and gazed up at him. The pleasure written in his face 
told her she was doing as good a job as she had hoped. 

Now her mouth formed a tightly puckered circle. She leaned forward again, 
pushing her face closer and closer to the throbbing instrument gripped by 
her right hand, homing in once more on the head that leaked oil like an eye 
cried tears. 

Totally hypnotized by the beauty of the lovely girl doing this, he stared at 
the luscious ring of her beautiful lips kissing the fat arrowhead of his 
swollen cock. Her mouth opened just a little bit wider and slid over his 
throbbing glans. 

Paul moaned while the saliva-slickened shaft of his vibrant cock totally 
vanished into the beautiful blonde's mouth. Over the wonderful pink velvet 
carpet of her slick tongue his penis rode and her head came closer and 
closer to his thighs. She accepted him, swallowing every last inch of his 
throbbing prick, taking the head into her gullet with almost no difficulty 
at all. She choked only once, then relaxed and let her gullet open wide to 
accept the organ. Her head pushed even farther forward until her lips were 
buried in the hairy bush covering his pelvis, and every last millimeter of 
cock was being washed by her oral interior. 

Instinctively, she slowly began reversing the procedure, inching her head 
backward. As her face came away, her lips remained taut and she sucked all 
the more hardily, her teeth applying just the right amount of pressure to 
set him on fire. She worked at the cock with a sexual abandonment she had 
not thought herself capable of. Now, for the first time, Donna began to 
understand just what was going on inside her. She shuddered because of the 
intensity of her feelings. Her extended tongue whipped and twirled around 
the pulsing pole she orally possessed, and when her lips surrounded the 
aching plum-colored head of his glans, she shoved her face forward again, 
sucking in the entire length of him. 

His knees began quivering beneath him. Paul had been blown by his wife often 
enough, and Lyn was as expert a woman as he had ever hoped to find, but the 
newness of Donna's mouth had him totally entranced. He fought to maintain 
his stance beneath the vigorous attack of her delightful mouth. Again and 
again her head slid back and forth. She was more than sucking his cock with 
her mouth. She was fucking him with her face. 

His weighty balls lurched and rocked in the tightness of their scrotum. The 
fire of his need built ever higher, raging with an intensity he hadn't felt 
since the first night he had taken Lyn to bed. Back and forth Donna rocked, 
sucking and licking with the uncontrolled persistence that was going to 
bring his balls spurting out their contents in a matter of seconds. 

Donna wanted to pull her head back again, to smile at him, to tease him and 
ask him if she was doing well. But Paul jammed her face into his groin, all 
but suffocating her as he rode his throbbing cock in and out of her sucking 
mouth. 

Donna pinched her newfound lover's buttocks, and when he pulled back for a 
moment, she said to him, "My period comes very regularly, Uncle Paul. It's 
never deviated. Once every twenty-eight days, like clockwork. This is the 
twenty-sixth day, so my ovulating time is long gone. I want you to fuck me. 
Don't worry, I won't become pregnant. But I have to be fucked. It's 
important you fuck me here, now." 

"Let me get a towel from the bathroom," he said. "You'll bleed when I break 
your hymen." 

"I lost my hymen three years ago, playing tennis," she told him. "I bled 
when I didn't have my period and I went to the doctor. He examined me and 
told me what had happened. So fuck me now, on the floor of your office." 

She lay back and spread her thighs, and he, without even thinking, tore off 
his clothing. His eyes focused on the rich pinkness of her soaked vagina, 
standing out in almost base relief from the tan color of her thighs and the 
golden crown of her pubic hair. Tiny droplets of her moisture clung to her 
pelvic fleece, making them look like strands of shining gold. He realized 
her sucking of his cock had been almost as delightful for her as it had been 
for him. 

Grinning, she raised her thighs and spread them even wider. Her arms were 
held out to him as if welcoming him. 

He stood nakedly over her now, his hard cock continuing to twitch its needy 
stiffness for her admiring eyes. Unlike Roz, Donna had no doubts concerning 
her ability to handle a cock. Men's cocks were made to plumb women's cunts. 
Paul was a man, and she was a woman. No matter how long or thick he was, she 
was certain her body would adjust to his breadth. He grinned at her then 
lowered himself into the gap between her widespread, inviting, golden 
thighs. 

Neither of them used hands in directing the length of his pulsating rod to 
her aching cunt. Firm and demanding, his swollen, hard glans nudged against 
the trembling lips of her virgin cunt. The broad, spade-shaped head slid up 
and down in her slot before finding the little never-before-breached opening 
at the bottom. With his palms pressing into the floor to keep his weight off 
her belly, he pressed forward and down, stretching her narrow tunnel as 
never before, spearing the full length of his thick cock into her in a 
single fluid motion. She was completely skewered. 

"AAAAAIIIIIYY YYY AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she cried out, agony contorting her 
features for a brief moment as her interior membranes stretched to 
accommodate the unbelievable thickness of the vibrantly throbbing penis. He 
forced his cock as deep as possible and kept the full length of it inside 
her, letting his weight slowly lower itself on her in order to keep the cock 
buried. This way her entire interior would adjust to his thickness as 
quickly as possible. He was so strong within her she found herself unable to 
make his breadth yield no matter how tightly she contracted her cunt. The 
swollen length of him had her fully packed. 

He waited, soaking in the luxurious heat of her vagina, and two full minutes 
passed before he finally began to move. When he did move, he didn't inch 
back slowly. The wonderfully taunting pressures of her mouth had driven his 
lust to unbelievable heights. His one thought was to bring this beautiful 
blonde to his own level of arousal as quickly as possible. 

Hot, thick, and long, he pulled back and then violently speared into the 
shuddering depths of her quaking cunt. He crammed his weightiness into her, 
stuffing the tight envelope of her feminine core with his entire throbbing 
need. His hips were like uncontrollable jackhammers gone wild, his cock 
drilling in and out, in and out in an uncontrolled momentum. His hairy 
pelvis slammed between her pillarly thighs, slapping wetly when flesh met 
flesh. 

Donna felt every wonderful little bit of the length of his continually 
driving prick. She gave and she took, accepting the bludgeoning thickness 
that strained its way into the sucking folds of her vibrant vagina. The 
beautiful blonde savored the breadth of his blood-bloated cock-crown as it 
continued driving volatilely into the center of her belly, setting off wave 
after wave of nerve-charging sensation. She was feeling the good part of it 
now, and it was better than anything her own finger had ever brought about. 
Oh God! It was wonderful, and she mentally patted herself on the back for 
having come here today. 

Donna tightened the soft, spongy walls of her sucking vagina, tautly 
squeezing them solidly around the firmness of his fleshy length of cock. Her 
cunt now sucked at his penis as firmly as her mouth had done only moments 
before. 

Her own hips matched the wild, stroking madness of his hammering pelvis. She 
continually hunched and humped while the flames of thrilling passion seared 
through her pounding veins and arteries. 

Together their bodies worked in a natural unison toward the same 
destination. Stroke for stroke, drive for drive, hips slammed against thighs 
in an ever-increasing tempo. The two of them clung desperately to one 
another. 

In and out he rammed the solid steel-centered hardness of his flesh-covered 
cock. Repeatedly the hungering mouth of her anxious pussy accepted the 
almost totally brutal ravagings of his uncontrolled desire. She accepted it, 
and she loved it! Donna moaned and pleaded for more, her lips pursed at the 
man's ear, begging him to drive all the harder and all the deeper into her 
willing body. 

Sensation was now on a one-way trip to the cosmos. There were no stopping 
the feelings mutually swelling within the two of them. Together they rose on 
a nonstop journey to ecstasy. 

Donna's short nails made little marks in Paul's hair-covered back but they 
weren't long enough to actually cut him. She clawed with her fingertips, 
making him aware of her desperate need for release from the passion that had 
taken total control of her body. 

His hands wedged themselves between the tightness of their tautly 
compressed, sweat slick bodies. He managed to reach with his fingers and 
surround the solid little globes of her breasts. His hands squeezed and 
kneaded the pliant mounds with each thrusting drive of his vibrant cock into 
her slurping womanly chamber. 

The world suddenly dissolved beneath Donna. 
"HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH-YYYYYUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked as she 
came, her body quaking with the full force of the uncontrollable feelings 
unleashed within her vibrant body. She groaned and pitched her hips upward, 
the movement allowing him to drive even deeper into her cock-hungry cunt. 
She abandoned herself to the wonderful sexual oblivion that rushed in and 
engulfed her. 

At the same time Paul reached his own satisfaction, his control crumbling, 
his testicles exploding in release from the boiling flood they held. 

"YYYYAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAAWWWWWNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed as heatedly 
thick seminal fluid blasted from his penis and spewed into her in a strong, 
thin stream. The gumminess of it splattered all over the walls of her 
vagina, the wonderful warmth giving her feeling of loving reassurance from 
the man on top of her. 

Spurt after spurt of heavy sperm splattered from his penis into the oven 
like depths of her steaming cunt until her vagina was filled to overflowing. 
A wet, pearl-colored line of the ointment trickled out of her and ran down 
her buttocks. 

Drained and exhausted, the two of them collapsed, Paul's limp cock still 
inside the clutching grasp of the blonde girl's cunt. Now that she had it, 
she didn't want to let go of it. 

"Was it good for you?" she asked, having to know. 

"Better than I can remember," he admitted. "For you?" 

"It was heaven-on-earth," she admitted. "I'll start on the Pill as soon as I 
can. I want more of this, Uncle Paul." 

"You're a big girl now, Donna," he told her. "You can drop the 'llncle.' " 

"Only in private," she insisted. "This is our own precious little secret, 
and as long as I go on calling you 'llncle' in public, there's a better 
chance of no one guessing about us." 

"You're right," he admitted. Turning his head, he looked at the wall clock 
to the right, and said, "If we don't hurry, everyone will wonder why we're 
both so late. Come on," he said, pulling his cock from her cunt. 

She rose to her knees as he stood, and she insisted on licking his penis 
until all the sperm and her own juices were gone. Then she used his 
executive bathroom to wash herself out. Afterward, they dressed, went down 
to the basement, got into his Dodge Omni, and drove to Galen. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Roz was looking out the front window when her father's car pulled into the 
driveway. She was surprised to see Donna get out of the car and open the 
garage door for him. Donna had supposedly been seeing a movie in Galen. Her 
father had come from Denver. 

When her father came into the house a few minutes later, she ran to him, 
kissed him, and without saying anything, was suddenly aware her father had 
indulged in some kind of sexual play. She had often smelled him this way 
when he had come from the bedroom after making love to her mother. She 
hadn't associated the smell with sex until today, when she had finished 
making it with Richard Sander. He, too, had suddenly exuded a strong 
arousing odor from his pores. Actually the odor had started while they were 
in the middle of their brief foreplay and had enhanced when he had licked 
her cunt, building to its height when he had fucked her. But it had remained 
on him when he had finished, though she assumed his taking a swim and washed 
it off. However, wherever her father was, he had neither swam nor showered 
after his sexual bout, and the odor of sex clung to him. 

Too smart to ask him about where he had encountered Donna, Roz decided, 
after kissing her father, to hurry next door and see her friend before Donna 
had a chance to take a shower. She wanted to see if Donna also exuded a sexy 
aroma. 

"Be back in a minute," she said to her father, and hurried next door. As 
usual, she just opened the front door and went right in. Richard was there 
in the living room, his eyes shining with a new kind of love he felt for 
her, but his mouth greeting her in the old familiar, "Hi, Roz, Donna's in 
her room." 

Going to Donna's room, Roz knocked on the door, and her friend asked who was 
there. When Roz identified herself, Donna let her in. The blonde girl had 
already stripped down to her bare skin and she was rubbing her body with a 
moist towelette, as if trying to wash some of the dried perspiration from 
her. But she was unable to wash the scent of Paul Brighton from her body, a 
scent Roz knew only too well. 

"You did it, didn't you,"Roz said. "You did just what you said you would 
like to do." 

"What are you talking about?" Donna asked, taking fresh undies from her 
bureau drawer and slipping into them. 

"You had an affair with my father, didn't you?" Roz asked. 

"Yes," Donna said, casually. She said nothing about what she had witnessed 
earlier, curious to know how far Roz was going to take this. 

"Why?" Roz asked. "I told you why. I was sick and tired of being a virgin, 
of not knowing what it was like to have a man make love to me. I certainly 
wasn't going to let myself be loved by those idiots from the university. 
They'd have poked into me, emptied themselves, and then they'd have pulled 
out and have gone, leaving me high and dry." 

"W-was it good?" Roz asked, dying to know if her father was as good a lover 
as Richard Sander. 

"Yes," Donna said, quietly. "He was very good, very gentle, and he made the 
whole thing really worthwhile." 

"I guess that's all that really counts," Roz shrugged. "Asking why you had 
to single out my daddy would be foolish in spite of your explanations." 

"All right, Roz, you want to know everything so I'll tell you everything. 
I've had a crush on your dad for some time now. No, let me amend that. I've 
had a crush on my own dad, yes my father. Don't look so shocked. I've always 
wanted to go to bed with him. But I knew that would be impossible, and so I 
focused on the next father-figure, your dad. I allowed myself to think I was 
in love with him. In a way I guess I really am in love with him. He makes me 
feel like a grown-up woman. Since I can't have my own father make love to 
me, I'm using your father. Do you object?" 

"N-no," Roz admitted. "I can't object, since I've always felt about my 
father the way you feel about yours. But you know darn well we'll never be 
able to do anything with our own fathers." 

"Probably not, which is why I'm going to go on using your father. You can go 
on using my father." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Roz asked. "I saw the two of you at the pool today," 
Donna admitted. "That is, I heard you, and then I saw you nakedly stand up 
and jump into the pool. I didn't have to have a building fall on me to tell 
me what had happened. 

"But with us it was an accident," Roz said softly. "We didn't mean for it to 
happen. It just did." 

"Well I meant for it to happen and I don't feel the least bit sorry about 
it," Donna insisted. "You can let this drive a wedge between us, Roz," the 
blonde girl said, "or you can look on it for what it is, something between 
your father and me, and my father and you, that's no one else's business." 

"I'm not angry or really disappointed," Roz admitted. "I suppose if my dad 
had to have an affair, he chose the best woman." 

"I think the same thing," Donna nodded. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

By the time Lyn Brighton was home, Roz already had the roast in the oven and 
she knew it wouldn't be much longer before it was done. Lyn looked very much 
like her daughter, except that she was a little less hippy. Facially, she 
had more delicate features than Roz, and her dark-brown hair was always in 
an upsweep. 

Lyn and Gail Sander had finished at the bank and had gotten home by bus at 
quarter to seven. They always went to and from work together, and had become 
the best of friends over the years. One-never had a party without inviting 
the other, and though both sometimes felt that covetous desire to sample the 
other's husband, out of respect for her friend, neither did it. 

However, when she had gotten off the bus today, Lyn had told Gail to go on 
ahead because she had some last-minute shopping to complete. The supermarket 
was only a few blocks from their home, so Lyn had walked it, picked up some 
vegetables, then hurried home. 

After depositing her pack of groceries in the kitchen, Lyn went to the 
master bedroom to change for dinner. She didn't want to risk getting this 
dress dirty since she intended wearing it again next week, sometime. She 
didn't have that many working dresses, though she was able to afford them 
since her husband made a good living. She simply didn't see the need for 
throwing good money away on a dress for work. 

She was in her half slip and brassiere when Paul came into the room to peel 
off his underthings and change into others. This was odd because Paul almost 
never changed underwear at night. He slept in the nude, with her, and every 
morning he put on fresh underthings. On the rare occasions when he made love 
to her in the middle of the afternoon, he would rest afterward, and then, 
just before dinner, he would change into fresh underthings. Curious, she 
waited until he stepped into the master bathroom to empty his bladder, and 
she picked up his undershirt. It had a slightly damp feel to it. 

Lyn was certain her husband had indulged in sex. She reasoned that the 
undershirt was only mildly damp for one of two reasons. Either he had 
indulged a few hours ago very heavily, or he had indulged recently, a 
quickie, so to speak, not giving him a chance to perspire too much. 

Putting on another house dress, a green one with white lines running through 
it, Lyn left the bedroom and went to speak with Roz who was in the kitchen, 
basting the roast. 

"Hi, mom," Roz greeted, smiling. 

"Hello, darling," Lyn replied. "Have a good day?" 

"I swam with Donna for awhile, and then we went shopping. Afterward I came 
home while Donna stayed to see a movie." 

"Daddy come home at the usual time?" she asked. "Just about," Roz nodded, 
closing the oven. Well if her husband came home at about the usual time, 
that meant he had to indulge himself after he had gotten home, or so Lyn 
wrongly reasoned. Besides, his getting home at about the usual time meant he 
wouldn't have had too much time in his office for anything but a quickie, if 
he were playing with someone there. This translated to his undershirt having 
dried off much sooner, had such a thing happened. The sweat-wet undershirt 
meant only one thing. Her husband had indulged in a quickie recently. It had 
to be a quickie or the undershirt would have been much wetter. 

"Did you go out when you came home?" Lynn asked her daughter. 

"I went to see Donna for a little while," Roz admitted. "When her mother got 
home, I came back here to check on the roast." 

"What time was that, dear?" Lyn asked. Roz, curious why her mother was 
asking such questions, knew better than to pry. So she told her mother, "I 
think it was about twenty or twenty-five minutes before you came home." 

Well, well, Lyn reasoned. My daughter is at her friend's house. Gail comes 
home without me, and Paul invites her in. The two of them have a quick go at 
it, then Gail goes home. Well if Gail can play around with my husband, I can 
play around with hers. 

It really didn't make that much sense, but it was the only theory Lyn was 
able to formulate. It never occurred to her for one moment that her husband 
might touch Donna. It had to be Gail. So she decided what was good for the 
gander was good for the goose. 

"Have a good day?" she sweetly asked her husband when he came into the large 
eat-in kitchen. 

"I had to stay at the office about a half hour longer than usual," he 
admitted. 

Too bad, Lyn thought. You might have found another playmate. Lyn was unaware 
that her husband stayed at his office longer than the other employees. She 
therefore reasoned it was all but impossible for him to have an affair at 
the office without his secretary knowing about it. His secretary was a 
sixty-three-year-old nosy biddy who, because of her morality, would have 
reported such an affair to Lyn. So the affair had to have taken place after 
he had come from work. It was definitely Gail in her mind. 

Fine! If Gail was able to play with Paul, then she was free to play with 
Richard. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lyn's opportunity at infidelity came the following day. It was a hot June 
Saturday, and Paul decided to go to the country club and get in a few rounds 
of golf. Gail wanted to buy some new summer outfits, and both Donna and Roz 
decided to go with her. There was a sale at one of the Denver stores, the 
second or third-largest department store in the city, and Lyn knew if Gail 
went there with the two girls, she wouldn't see them until sometime in the 
late afternoon. 

Going to her bedroom, Lyn got out of her clothing and slipped into an 
all-black bikini. As she was putting it on, making sure at least half of 
each breast fitted into the C-sized cups, she looked through her back window 
across to the next lawn and saw Richard out there, in his swim trunks. 

Richard was there for a good reason. He was hot, very hot, and not because 
of the temperature. He had tried taking his lust out on his wife earlier 
that morning, but it had been a temporary satisfaction. Gail had enjoyed 
herself immensely that morning. Richard had fucked into her with a renewed 
vigor, the like of which she hadn't felt for quite some time. She'd had 
three orgasms to his one, and when it was over, she wore nothing but smiles. 
She had showered, dressed quickly, and had gone off with the girls. 

Richard had felt a nagging in his groin, a need for more satisfaction. It 
wasn't that Gail wasn't good enough. It was simply that having tasted a new, 
different cunt after so many years, he now had the urge for more than his 
wife had to offer. He knew he would eventually calm down. Very possibly he 
and Roz would have more fun together in the future, but at the moment he was 
burning with yearning, and so had put on his trunks and had gone to his 
swimming pool with the idea that a good swim would calm him down. 

Wasting no time, he went to the deep side of the pool, and dove in. The 
water was definitely warm and comforting. He almost wished it was cold to 
shock him out of his inner desire. 

He sighed, then he rolled over and began floating on his back, letting the 
hot sun tan his face a little more. There was nothing better than a good 
swim to wash away the kind of tension he was feeling at this particular 
moment. He smiled, remembering his initial protests when his wife and 
daughter had told him how much they had wanted this swimming pool. Now he 
used it as much as any of them. 

He floated for several minutes simply enjoying the feeling of the water 
lapping around him, buoying him up. Then he rolled over onto his stomach and 
he began swimming. This was no longer a leisurely swim but vigorous exercise 
designed to burn up his energy so he would be able to control himself all 
the better. Hell! If he dragged Gail into the bedroom again, so soon, she 
might become suspicious. His wife was stunningly beautiful, and she had a 
suspicious mind as sharp as her face was gorgeous. He swam harder, crossing 
the pool four times and still going strong. 

"Richard, is it all right if I join you?" 

He was halfway across the pool, heading for the deep end when he heard the 
voice, and twisting, he saw Lyn standing at the other end, a bathing cap 
covering her head. Hell, now there was another good-looking woman. Lyn 
didn't look to be anywhere near her thirty-eight-years of age. Sure, her 
tits sagged a little from their own weight, but there really wasn't an ounce 
of excess flesh on her. Her thighs, like her daughter's, were full and firm, 
and her face was almost the image of Roz's, save for a slight difference in 
the nasal structure. 

Her womanly bulges were more evident to Richard right now than they had ever 
been before. The skimpy black bikini did nothing to hide her sleek, supple, 
delightful curves, and even if her breast wobbled a little, he was turned on 
by their size, as he had been aroused by Roz's huge mammaries. Gail, like 
Donna, had small, petite breasts. It was a question of wanting what he was 
unable to have. Richard knew that, but it didn't keep him from wanting all 
the same. 

"Sure," he invited. "Come on in. The water's fine and I'd love a little 
company." With a sprightly spring most women half her age were unable to 
make, Lyn dived into the pool from the side. He watched as her taut body 
knifed through the air, arced, then cleaved the water neatly as she dove 
into it. In a second or two her lovely head popped up right beside him. She 
tossed her head, shaking the water from her tanned face, and smiled, showing 
large, even white teeth. 

"This is wonderful," she gasped. "I hope you don't mind my making a pest out 
of myself." They had drifted to the side of the pool, and she abruptly 
kicked out and began floating on her back. Richard shook his head, widely 
grinning. He also knew her presence was getting him hotter than ever. 
Suddenly the water wasn't comforting any longer. He went to the side and 
hoisted himself out of the pool. 

"Hey, where are you going?" Lyn asked. "I thought you wanted some company. 
Fine way to treat a guest." 

"Sorry," he smiled. "Thought I'd take a sauna, then have a bit of lunch." 

"Oh," Lyn said, her beautiful tan face turning down in a sort of pouting 
expression, as if accepting it all as a personal rejection. Richard smiled 
at her as if to assure her it wasn't personal, then walked inside his house. 
He took a quick shower to wash the chlorinated water off him, then went to 
his basement where he had built a sauna. The room was separated from the 
other rooms by a very thick wall, and the door leading into the sauna had 
dual windows, that is, two panes of glass with air between them. 

Once inside, he tightened the towel he now had around his waist in place of 
the bathing suit, then he turned on the sauna. It was a long, narrow room 
with a wooden bench running all the way around the walls. He lay down on the 
one opposite the door and shut his eyes. If he was unable to work the desire 
out him, maybe he'd be able to sweat it out. Within a few minutes heated air 
filled the room, and each time he inhaled it felt as if he was breathing in 
fire. The man closed his eyes more tightly and inhaled deeply, letting 
warmth fill his pores. 

Suddenly he was shivering as a blast of cool, air-conditioned air from the 
rest of the house made its way into the room. It traveled along his belly 
and his right side, and then there was the click of the door closing. 
Opening his eyes, Richard looked up, then hurriedly jerked himself into a 
sitting position, tugging his towel that much more firmly around his waist. 

Lyn had walked in, no longer wearing her bathing cap. He gulped, realizing 
the sexy desires burning in his body were more overpowering than ever. The 
beautiful brunette stood there, gazing at him, saying nothing for the 
moment. A strange smile was playing over her lips, and if Richard didn't 
know better, he'd think she had come to seduce him. But no, he knew better 
than that. It was his imagination, basically because of what had happened 
between himself and Roz the previous day. 

The woman was wearing a single towel wrapped around her body, barely 
covering those wonderfully monumental breasts. The bottom barely touched her 
soft, tan thighs. The heat made the towel cling so closely, he almost was 
able to make out what lay beneath. 

Lyn took a step toward him and the towel, which she was holding in place, 
seemingly split along the side, revealing a luscious expanse of shapely, 
bare hip. She held it in place with an arm under her breasts, and the hand 
attached to that arm holding it at the side, so above the arm the towel also 
opened a little and he had a small glimpse of her breast. 

"Richard," Lyn said, her voice sounding dreamily sensual to the man. 

He was frightened, wondering if it was really possible that she wanted him 
the way her daughter had, but what he didn't know was that she was equally 
afraid of being rejected. She approached him carefully, with slow, 
deliberate steps. Her hips, nice and wide, wagged in an exaggerated fashion. 
The sight of her caused something to lurch within Richard's aching crotch 
and he did his best to ignore it. This was the wife of his superior, not to 
mention the fact that the man was one of his best friends and his close 
next-door-neighbor. 

"Richard!" she whispered again. She stood over him now, her brilliant dark 
eyes staring very deeply into his own blue orbs. Her free hand reached out 
and softly, tenderly caressed the side of his face. He was startled, but 
before he was able to react to the way she had touched him, she leaned all 
the way down, and the top of the towel flopped open, letting him see the 
fullness of her breasts. Her face got in the way as her mouth began 
impressing itself on his, her tongue flicking out, entering his mouth, 
moving between his teeth, taunting his own tongue. It was no dream. Hell! He 
knew for sure the mother was after him just as the daughter had been, 
yesterday. What was more, the mother was just as desirable. 

Uncertain for the moment whether he was feeling shock or even more intense 
desire or very possibly some weird combination of the two the man simply sat 
there, unable to move while his next-door-neighbor's inciting oral digit 
swirled around and around in his mouth. 

"Dear Richard," the lovely woman said when her lips finally pulled away from 
his, still leaning over and giving him a totally unobstructed view of her 
lovely mammaries. "I want you." 

"Lyn...." he muttered, his voice strangled in his throat, not knowing what 
to say at this point. The brunette seductress began smiling, feeling a 
little better, knowing there would be no rejection. Her dark eyes sparkled 
with vivid sexual desire as she said, "You know you want me, too.' "Lyn ... 
we can't...." he gasped. "It's wrong," he told her, trying to ignore the 
throbbing sensations in his own loins. 

"It's just as right for us to do it as it is for Gail to do it with Paul," 
she insisted. 

"What are you talking about?" Richard asked. "Gail and Paul are lovers. I 
found out about it yesterday," Lyn said. 

"What???" Richard gasped, unable to believe it for the moment. 

"Don't ask me how I know, but I do," Lyn insisted. 

"Why that son of a bitch ... "he roared, ignoring for the moment that he had 
just as blissfully fucked the man's daughter the previous day. 

"Don't get mad, get even," Lyn whispered. 

"What do you mean?" Richard asked. 

"Make me your lover," she said to him, kneeling in front of him. Now that 
was an idea. Hell! He'd already fucked the daughter. Why not the mother as 
well? 

Her hand drifted to his waist and she tugged at the lone towel tied there. 
It finally fell open, revealing the very much awakened hose of his long, 
hard cock. He shivered with lust his body giving away his inner emotions. 

"Now that is what I call one beautiful hunk of male machinery," Lyn 
whispered, her eyes riveted on the palpitating stem of his upstanding sex. 
Her dancing fingertips ran very gently, lovingly along the entire enormous 
length, and she knew it was the littlest bit longer than Paul's. She'd be 
able to handle it, though. "It's just as wonderful as I'd imagined it to 
be." 

His throbbing prick continued violently twitching in anticipation as the 
tantalizingly feathery feel of her fingers continued to titillate the organ, 
moving around and around and around it, teasing the head. Richard was softly 
moaning while the lovely . Lyn swirled a fingertip over the swelling glans 
of his rod. 

She reached down, cupping the wrinkled sac that dangled so heavily from 
between his thighs. The touch of her palm was warm and arousing and filled 
him with a sense of inner comfort. She squeezed very gently rolling the 
heavy stone like forms of his testicles around in her magnetic hand. The 
throbbing shaft jerked, a tiny drop of clear fluid oozing from its massive 
head. 

"Lyn, before you go any further, I want you to know, if you don't stop now, 
there won't be any stopping at all." He was staring down at the woman 
kneeling between his thighs, knowing the only right thing was for her to 
stop, but at the same time aching for more of the feel of her fingers, 
wanting them to never stop their tantalizing caresses. 

"I've given it more than a little thought," she replied, smiling at him. 
"It's not as if I'm some sort of precocious virgin with something to 
lose...." He shuddered at that, wondering if she had any idea at all what 
had taken place between Roz and himself. He decided Lyn was not normally a 
subtle woman, and if she had seen him or learned about what he had done with 
Roz, she wouldn't be here now, caressing him. She would be screaming her 
head off to the whole neighborhood. As it was, it must have taken fantastic 
self-control not to go around shouting what her husband had done with his 
wife. 

Gail! Cheating on him! Imagine that! Well hell! He had enjoyed fucking the 
daughter immensely. Now he was going to bang the hell out of the wife. Next 
time let Paul Brighton go somewhere else for his kicks. 

"Hell, it's obvious you're no virgin," he smiled. "It is the first time I've 
ever cheated on Paul," she admitted. "If you make it a good time, then I'll 
be only too happy to cheat some more with your Her eyes returned to the 
upstanding stalk of his throbbing manhood. Her head slowly moved to his 
crotch, and the man began groaning. Her lips pressed themselves firmly 
against the acorn-shape of his penile head, and she planted little nibbling 
kisses up and down the organ. Then she began popping the head in and out of 
her mouth, making little noises each time it pulled out as she sucked away 
and swallowed the continually seeping droplets of his lubricating oils. 

When her lovely head eased back, she smiled up at him again and rose to her 
feet, saying, "You want me to, don't you, Richard. That marvelouslooking 
penis of yours doesn't lie." 

The fingers of her left hand let go of the towel, and it opened and fell to 
the floor. It fluttered for an instant before lying perfectly still. 

Her nakedness glistened in the heat of the room, a sheen of perspiration 
making her body richly glisten. His cock lurched as if the eye in the tip, 
along with his other eyes, was capable of seeing the fantastic body of the 
beautiful woman. Where Roz had the littlest bit of lint covering her vagina, 
Lyn, for some inexplicable reason, had no hair whatsoever. Now Richard 
understood why Roz only had a little bit. Inheriting genes from both father 
and mother, she had more than her mother, but much less than her father. 

"Do you like it, neighbor?" she asked, her brown eyes brilliantly flashing. 
She knew fucking well that he liked it. "It's all yours, Richard. It's yours 
to do anything you want with, and for as long as you want to do it. 
Anything, Richard. Anything!" 

"Lyn...." he gasped, and then he found himself unable to say more because 
she was kissing him, and he was overpowered by the delightful little 
flourishes of her tongue. 

"Use it!" she murmured, pulling her lips from his for a moment. "Use my 
body! It's all yours." She stepped closer to him, and one of her hands 
reached out and curled around the nape of his neck. She tugged him so close 
to her his face was pressing into the swells of her mammaries. She lifted a 
breast, guiding a nipple to his mouth, saying, "SUCK IT, RICHARD! SUCK IT!" 

His mouth opened and he accepted the wonderful offering of her satin-sheened 
breast. His lips closed tightly around the delicate morsel of a rich brown 
nipple. Then he sucked. "God! It feels wonderful. You really have talent," 
the lovely brunette complimented, moaning as she shoved more of the full 
breast into his wide-open mouth. He sucked hungrily. 

Her lovely body swayed and trembled as he continued pressing his face into 
the fullness of her twin mammaries. He no longer worried about what was 
right or what was wrong. He didn't think about Gail and her supposed 
cheating on him. All he thought about was this particular woman and the fact 
that he wanted her. Yes, he wanted the delightful seductress for she had all 
the qualities of her daughter but with experience, as well. He intended 
scabbarding his stone-solid cock in the hot, teeming center of her sucking 
cunt. 

"Your finger," she urged, whispering in his ear. "Put your finger inside me 
and get me ready for your cock." Cock! Coming from the mouth of a woman who 
normally never said a worse obscenity than "darn," it sounded exciting. His 
balls began banging and clanging wildly against one another, making him 
realize the woman was openly offering herself, and he was in need of 
assuagement. Only a fool would turn her down, and he was no fool. He 
intended fucking the hell out of her steaming pussy. 

Roughly, moved by the continually mounting inner desire of his own quivering 
body, he reached between her thighs with his left hand and shoved a finger 
into the vulnerable folds of her delectable cunt. Lyn shuddered as he 
ignited all kinds of shivery waves of thrilling pleasure in the seething 
depths of her humid core. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "That's just what I like. Her hips were wildly 
undulating around his entrenched finger. "It feels so good!" Pumping his 
finger into her, moving it in and out, he finger-fucked her. In and out he 
nailed the stiffened digit, driving his finger as far in as possible, each 
time. His heavy cock jerked and twitched as he continually delighted in the 
control he had over her. He was commanding her, dominating her. 

"Enough! Lyn groaned, reaching down and gripping his wrist, roughly pulling 
his finger out of her sucking twat. "Now I want the real thing inside me, 
Richard-dear." He remained sitting on the bench, easing her back a little, 
intent on pushing her on her back on the bench. Leaning forward, he gave one 
last taunting kiss to each full breast, and then he started to rise. But 
Lyn's hands moved to the man's broad shoulders, stopping him as she said, 
"You just sit here, darling. I'll do the rest." 

Somewhat taken aback for the moment, he looked at her through narrowed eyes, 
but remained relaxed when she smiled. She was a beauty, a delightful woman 
in every sense of the word. Her entire body was glistening with perspiration 
as if it had been sheened with oil. 

He obeyed her instructions, leaning so that his back was braced against the 
wall and his buttocks were little more than on the edge of the wooden bench. 
She brought his legs together with his balls lifted so' they wouldn't get in 
the way, and then she had him plant his feet firmly on the floor. When he 
did, she slowly sat on his lap, her full, rounded buttocks sliding over his 
thighs. The erectly stiff column of his throbbing cock now pulsed against 
the pale pink opening of her taunting pussy. 

Carefully she drew her knees up high and brought her feet beneath her until 
she was squatting above him, held in place by her arms gripping the nape of 
his neck. Her knees were almost touching his shoulders and her nails sank 
into his nape as she held on all the more tightly for better support. She 
lifted herself up just the littlest bit, putting pressure on her feet in 
order to raise herself, and the opening of her sodden hole was directly 
against the head of his throbbing cock. He felt the lips of her vulva twitch 
against his penis a half dozen times. 

He was gaping, noting what she intended, finding it hard to believe that 
such a calm, gentle woman was such an innovator when it came to copulation. 
Hell! That guy Paul must have done something right to break her in this way. 
Not that his own wife was any the less expert, but Richard found it hard to 
believe there was another woman in the world equal to his wife when it came 
to finding enjoyable positions. 

Holding to the nape of his neck with her right hand, she reached down with 
her left hand and solidly grasped the meaty stalk of his throbbing penis. 
Richard continued staring, his eyes wide with amazement as he saw the way 
she maneuvered the mace-shaped crown of his cock between the widely splayed 
lips of her sexual self. 

The intimate contact of cock-head slowly opening her lips was pure 
electricity for the both of them. He groaned, his body wildly shivering with 
wanton need. She, in turn, moaned, trembling as she fought to retain her 
balance, which, to his utter astonishment, she managed to do. 

Then, with both her hands back on his shoulders, she slowly began lowering 
herself, impaling her tight pussy on the upstanding lance of his throbbing 
cock as it stiffened with even greater desire. Heatedly tight, squeezing 
sensations raced along the pulsing length. He groaned and trembled, the 
feel, the sight, the sensation of his prodding organ slowly vanishing into 
the heated oven of this marvelous woman. 

"It's fantastic!" Lyn gasped, her voice squealing as, little by little she 
slipped lower and lower until all of her was filled with all of him, and her 
asscheeks were resting on his thighs. "This is just the way I imagined it to 
be." It was better than anything Richard had imagined. Jesus! She was 
unbelievable. When you consider she was thirty-eight years-old, and her body 
was in such fabulous shape, and that her cunt was almost as tight as her 
daughter's, the whole thing was astounding. Her cunt, wrapped around his 
upstanding organ, seemed to fit like some custom-made glove. Then, she began 
tightening her pelvic muscles, massaging the length of his rooted cock in 
the luxurious center of her tender folds. 

As she glanced down to stare at the adulterous coupling of their bodies, his 
own hands rose and filled themselves with the magnificent fullness of her 
throbbing breasts. His fingers kneaded them, realizing they had the same 
soft texture to them as Roz's. 

"AAAAAANNNNNNHHHHHH!" the sexy brunette gasped with delight. Her behind did 
wiggle a little, making circular motions, whipping the length of his cock 
around in the bubbling heat of her feminine channel. The soft, clingy folds 
of her sucking cunt clamped around his upthrust organ and began squeezing 
very tightly. She hunched a little, lurching and gyrating. 

His balls quivered in their sac. Merely the knowledge that his throbbing 
organ was solidly entrenched in the tight channel of love of the mother of 
the female he had fucked the previous day had him hotter than the proverbial 
two-dollar pistol. Unless he managed to bring this desirable female to his 
own level of arousal, and quickly, he would shortly be shooting off inside 
her before giving her the opportunity to climax. God! He would be reduced to 
the level of a schoolboy getting his first lay and knowing nothing about it. 

Relinquishing his solid hold on one of the massive swellings that adorned 
her lovely chest, he allowed his fingers to slowly drift down the 
sensational flatness of her belly, then squirm into the slitted mouth of her 
snatch. He found the excited little upstanding nubbin that was her clitoris 
without even having to search. It stood out, clearly, obviously, plainly. 

"God!" Her delightful red lips were working delightfully at his touch. Her 
body was continually responding as she kept on jerking and twitching, 
undulating her lovely pussy around his firmly embedded penis. Then she 
started taking over, doing all the work, bouncing. 

Her hands clasped all the more tightly around the nape of his neck, fingers 
digging into his flesh as she slowly lifted her body more than two inches. 
Up the sheathing envelope of her pussy slid around the long, hard monorail 
of cock. Inch by loving inch she rose, stopping only when all but the glans 
had emerged from within her. 

Then she slowly began lowering herself. He moaned as the thrilling swirls of 
need went rushing madly through his shuddering body. Down she came, 
languorously swallowing up the entire length of his shuddering, throbbing 
cock, pulling it back into the furnace like refuge of her sucking pussy. 
Fervidly, she felt him massaging the bud of her clitoris. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. It was working, he was building her up very 
nicely. The way his finger manipulated her extended little nubbin was 
causing her to rapidly build toward her orgasm. His balls burned, consumed 
with the inundating need to empty themselves into the caressing socket of 
his beautiful neighbor's body. 

Her strokes were slow and deliberate as she rose, perched where she was, 
then literally fell on his lap, sheathing his cock, skewering herself on 
him. Her pelvis continually twisted and undulated as her muscles continually 
squeezed and relaxed, milking him with the provocative contractions of her 
tight vagina. 

His balls were now aflame with the need for release, yet somehow he managed 
to hold back the flame inside them, preventing the swirling flood of semen 
from being released. His finger worked and continued rubbing her clitoris, 
stirring the flames of lust that violently consumed her. 

Higher and higher the wonderful brunette soared in her feelings, her moans 
continually growing into one long, loud whimper of delight. She bucked up 
and down on him, fucking him with wild abandon, now. 

When Lyn came, screaming, 
"EEEEEEIIIIII-YYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUNNGGGHHH!"t
her entire body shuddered and quaked. Tremors of released passion caused the 
fist like center of her broiling pussy to passionately contract and squeeze, 
jerking on his cock. Her fingernails dug into his nape, leaving deep, red 
wells. 

Then Richard gave himself to Lyn. 
"WWWWWAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNN-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAWWWWWAAAAARRRRRUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGs
HHHHH!" he roared, the sound of his voice echoing in the depths of the sauna 
chamber again and again. Hot and thick, the fountains of his heavy sperm 
continually spurted from the head of his throbbing cock. His aching lust 
gushed out of him, releasing the weighty pressure in his testicles, emptying 
the fluid into the steamy receptacle of her quaking body. 

Again and again, in a seemingly endless series of physical and soul-shaking 
eruptions, he blasted repeatedly into her. Considering how much he had fired 
into her daughter the previous day, and the fact that he had blasted quite a 
load into his wife earlier that same day, Richard ought not to have had so 
much semen, but the arousal brought on by this tempestuously tantalizing 
woman had caused the centers of his maleness to work overtime, and he filled 
her with his fluid until she overflowed. Drained and panting, he fell back 
against the wall of the sauna as the lovely brunette slid from him to the 
floor. 

After what seemed like an eternity, they emerged from the sauna and took a 
cold shower together in the downstairs bathroom. Then she put on her 
bathrobe, which she had brought with her from the pool area, and she 
returned home, carrying her bathing suit in the pocket. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Paul Brighton's golf game turned out to be less than fun. To begin with, 
going to the club by himself, he had to wait until he was teamed with 
another loner, who turned out to be a terrible golfer. As a result, Paul 
quit after nine holes. He was in a totally rotten mood as he climbed back 
into his car and drove toward his home. The one thing to cheer him up was 
the thought of what he had done with Donna Sander the previous day. God! How 
he would love getting his hands on Donna again, but that was out of the 
question, right now. To begin with, his wife was probably home, as was 
Donna's father. Add to that the fact that Donna's time of the month was very 
close. No, he would have to wait until near the end of next week, he knew 
Donna wouldn't forget about the contraceptive pills. After all, the initial 
fucking between them had taken place because it had been Donna's idea. 
Starting the following week, he would get Donna a job as a runner with 
Consolidated Electrodynamics, and she would carry messages from his 
corporation to other corporations based in Denver, thereby saving 
considerable time. 

It was one helluva warm day and he was glad he'd had the foresight to 
purchase his car with air-conditioning. As he pulled into his driveway, he 
decided he really wasn't in the mood to put the car in the garage. Hell! he 
and his wife would be going out very shortly, anyway. They always went out 
on Saturday nights. 

Getting out of the car, he hustled to the house and called out for Lyn. 
Obviously she wasn't around. But where the hell was she? Gail had taken 
Donna and Roz into Denver to do some shopping before he had gone to his golf 
game, so he knew Lyn had to be somewhere around. 

He checked the Sander backyard, but no one was there. The swimming pool was 
empty. This wasn't usual. Lyn always either did housework on Saturday, or 
she relaxed in the Sander backyard. Hell! What he needed, Paul decided, was 
some relaxation. If Richard was home he was going to ask for permission to 
use the man's sauna. That ought to take a lot of the tension out of him. 

Removing his clothing, he donned a bathing suit and carried a towel with 
him. He found the Sander side door open, and so he walked into the house. 
Calling out, he received no answer, and a quick survey of the main floor 
showed no one around. Yet Richard surely wouldn't leave his side door open 
if he had gone out. By the same token, if he was down in the sauna, it was 
also pretty dumb to leave the door unlocked, unless he expected Gail home 
very shortly. 

Taking the stairs down to the basement, he walked to the sauna door and 
peered in just in time to see his wife riding Richard to a climax. 

If there was one way in which Paul Brighton and Richard Sander were alike, 
it was the fact that each thought the other had no justification in screwing 
a member of his family. By the same token, each felt there was nothing wrong 
with his fucking a member of the other man's family. So where Richard had 
been angry before because Lyn had led him to believe his own wife was 
putting out for Paul Brighton, now Paul was equally angry at the sight of 
his wife willingly fucking for Richard Sander. 

As far as Paul was concerned, this called for retaliation on his part. 
Fucking Donna didn't count. He had to screw Richard's wife. Angry, he was 
about to leave when he noticed the bar at the far end of the basement. 
Walking over to it, he saw a Polaroid camera carelessly sitting on the bar. 
Checking it, he saw it was loaded. 

Going back to the door with his camera, he opened the lens as wide as 
possible and took a picture through the dual window. Had it been a steam 
room instead of a sauna, Pictures would have been impossible, but the room 
was nice and bright, and he took two pictures of the couple in the process 
of finishing their fuck. 

Taking the photos with him, he knew this would be just what he would need to 
show Gail Sander when the time came. Son of a bitch! He wasn't going to have 
goat's horns put on him without putting them right back on the cuckolder. 

Returning to his own house, he quickly dressed in slacks and a sport shirt, 
then pretended to be asleep on his bed when his wife came hurrying into the 
house. He smiled a malevolent smile to himself when he heard her gasp at the 
sight of him. Then he heard her exhale as she saw he seemed to be asleep. 

Rustling sounds told him she was hurriedly dressing, and then she quietly 
left the room and he listened as she began quickly dusting the furniture in 
the living room. The bitch! Her casual acceptance of it all made Paul angry 
as all hell. The thought of divorce was out of the question. Hell! He had a 
position to maintain in his electronics firm, and a divorce would hurt his 
status with the company. Besides, if he did get a divorce, it might mean 
moving away from the Sander home, and Paul had no desire to give up that 
luscious teenage pussy of Donna Sander. Now he intended fucking Donna's 
mother, as well. Hell! The ideal situation would be to fuck both, Donna and 
her mother, at the same time. Even more ideal would be adding his wife to 
the list. God! That would be one helluva harem. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Sunday morning, Lyn Brighton did most of her food-shopping. She was the kind 
of woman who liked looking through a supermarket for a good two hours before 
finally making up her mind. She left at nine-thirty. The Sunday shopping 
laws made things a lot easier for families with two partners working all 
week. 

Though Richard wasn't a golfer, he also belonged to the club, and sometimes 
on Sundays he would go there for some tennis. Donna and Roz both went to the 
house of a nearby friend to plan a party, and Paul got the idea that this 
was as good a time as any to show the pictures he had taken the previous day 
to Gail. 

With just a pair of shorts on, he padded barefoot from his own house to the 
Sander house. Sure enough, the side door was unlocked again, and he walked 
right in. What was more, Gail Sander was in the bedroom, in bed, resting. 

Gail didn't look at all like her daughter. To begin with, Gail was 
considerably slimmer than Donna, though Donna was not the least bit 
overweight. She was an inch taller than her daughter and about ten pounds 
lighter. Her breasts were about the same size as Donna's, but because her 
body was so slender, they appeared slightly larger. 

Gail had a straight nose, blue eyes, and a mouth that was neither full nor 
thin. Her honey blonde hair was long and ran halfway down her back, and even 
in the morning she looked stunning. 

When she saw Paul standing in the bedroom doorway, she stared, saying, 
"Paul? Is that you?" 

"It's me, Gail," he answered. 

"Goodness, what in heaven's name are you doing in my bedroom so early in the 
morning? Better let me put on a robe or someone might walk in and think 
something's going on." 

"Stay there," Paul said quietly, walking into the bedroom. "I just wanted to 
show you a couple of pictures." 

He walked over to the bed and handed the photos to Gail. She rubbed her 
eyes, sat up, and looked at them. 

"Come on, Paul," she said to him. "These are disgusting. Why in heaven's 
name would you want to show such smut to me?" 

"You mean it doesn't arouse you?" Paul asked. 

"Of course not," Gail snapped. "Does it arouse Lyn?" 

"I haven't shown them to Lyn, yet. I thought you should see them, first. You 
know what I mean." 

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know what you mean." 

"Take a good look at the faces," Paul insisted. Gail reached into her 
drawer, took out a pair of glasses and put them on. Then she took another 
look at the photos, and she gasped. 

"But that's your wife and my husband," she muttered, removing her glasses. 

"You're very observant," he nodded. 

"My God! This is horrible," Gail gasped. "What are we going to do?" 

"Well I'm not going to do anything about Lyn, just yet," Paul told her. 
"When the time comes, I'll confront her with these pictures." 

"You're right," Gail nodded. "Richard and I have been together too long to 
get divorced. I have to hope this is just a phase he's going through." 

"Gail, I think you and I should get our own brand of revenge," Paul 
insisted. 

"What are you talking about?" Gail asked. 

"Sort of tit for tit." 

"You mean tit for tat." 

"No, I mean tit for tit. Richard had my wife's tits, so now I want yours." 

"You can't be serious," Gail insisted, cowering as Paul moved closer. "Why 
you'd never respect me again if I did something like this." 

"Stop talking like some dumb prude," Paul snapped, yanking her covers away. 
"The only thing that'll keep me from respecting you is if you turn out to be 
a lousy lay." 

He gripped the bottom of her nightie and tried yanking it up. Gail 
instinctively fought to keep it down. 

"Paul, stop this ... what are you doing?" 

"I want to fuck you, Gail ... now!" he told her, and with a solid yank 
pulled her nightgown up to mid-thigh. 

"Stop this!" she gasped. 

"No," he snapped. "I'm going to fuck you, here ... now." It had never 
occurred to Gail Sander to go to bed with any man other than her husband, 
and now that Paul was suggesting it, she felt a mixture of fright and 
exhilaration. Yes, she was afraid of him, but she was also overjoyed that 
other men still found her attractive. Actually, it was the way he was acting 
that terrified her the most. Deep down, she was as susceptible to seduction 
as almost any woman, and had Paul been more diplomatic about it, wooing her 
over a period of time, there was every reason to believe she might well have 
given in to him. 

She froze as she realized he was suddenly in bed with her, on top of her, 
pinning her to the mattress. There was no longer any question of whether or 
not the man was serious, and now she felt anger take hold of her. How dare 
he think of her as some tart, so easily manhandled because of what her own 
husband had done to his wife. 

He terrified her even more by literally ripping her nightgown from her body 
and tossing the shreds to the floor. Then he yanked down his own pants, 
revealing his semi-erect organ, and Gail saw from the thickness of it that 
she would be in for one rough time if she permitted him to bury it inside 
her body. 

Paul sat up, his ass on her knees, and then he leaned forward, pinning her 
shoulders strongly to the bed. He feasted his eyes on her nakedly sensual 
body. Her round, full breasts, unlike those of her daughter, were still 
white. After all these years they were perfectly shaped, and she was 
breathing deeply as he leaned forward so that the pinkish crown like tips 
continued falling and rising, brushing against the thick, dark hairs on his 
chest. For that brief instant he didn't want to look at her face, knowing 
she was staring at him with a kind of malevolent coldness. Instead, he 
glanced down at her pubic triangle and saw a gleaming gold bush so thick, he 
was barely able to see the pink of her labia. 

His cock was long and hard now, and the head of the organ was barely a scant 
inch away from her tight little opening. Shit! He was willing to bet she was 
almost as narrow inside as her daughter. 

Raising his eyes to her face, he saw her own eyes were now tightly shut. She 
was shaking, afraid. Well he would turn her shivers to passion soon enough. 
Gail was aware of the desperate energy coming from this man as his huge, 
ape-like hands began running over her shuddering body with vibrating 
quickness. Then his mouth lowered itself to one of her breasts. He swallowed 
up the entire mammary, and Gail felt as if the man was literally consuming 
her, eating her while she was alive. His arms held her tightly as the 
thickness of his warm, wet tongue washed around and around the rich pink 
flesh of her hardened spike of nipple. His sharp teeth nibbled on the 
extended thorn like rubbery tip, causing a series of quaking spasms to ride 
through her tensed body. The salaciously rippling pleasure, under normal 
circumstances would have thrilled Gail, but realizing the man was forcing 
the feelings on her caused her to feel revulsion. 

'_'Please ... Paul ... don't ... this is wrong...." she gasped. 
"Please...." The aroused gorilla like man had no intention of stopping. 
Aside from rationalizing this as a way to get even with Richard for what he 
had done to Lyn, it was something he had admittedly wanted to do ever since 
the first time he had seen Gail. Had he been a bit more genteel about it, he 
would have made Gail realize it was something she wanted, as well. The 
tastiness of her tender flesh in his mouth was the wonderful taste of lust 
coming to fruition. Now that he had a chance to fuck Gail, he was going to 
do it. He knew she wouldn't say anything to Richard because he would then 
confront Richard with the photos of the blond man fucking Lyn. Yes, he was 
going to take all of this slender, nubile blonde hard and fast ramming his 
lust-bloated phallic length into the tightness of her squirming belly, 
feeling the thrill of the mother now that he'd known the daughter. Without 
being told, he knew she was a sensuous woman, and eventually she would be 
begging him for his cock. 

She was pinned helplessly beneath his powerfully squat body, making movement 
all but impossible, and though Gail tried hard, there was no way for her to 
twist out from underneath him. Her slender thighs were forced wide apart by 
the pressure of his powerful knees, the secret tunnel between them open and 
vulnerable to his assault. She was already aware of the incredibly thick 
hardness of his pulsating masculine organ as it rubbed against each of her 
inner thighs like a hotly menacing pole of flesh about to tear her apart. 
She was afraid to look and shut her eyes tightly, terrified not so much of 
the crazed man assaulting her, but frightened of her own inner feelings and 
the possibility of being aroused by all that was happening. 

Running his strong hand between the satin-fleshed pillars of the lovely 
blonde woman's thighs, Paul was well aware of the lush silkiness of her 
heavy growth of pubic hair. He probably would have been far more gentle had 
she shown some inclination toward accepting him, but because she was 
resisting, he rammed his fingers through the jungle like growth, pushing 
into the warm receptacle of her heatedly pulsating cunt, seeking the tight 
little opening into which he would shortly be plunging his cock. The heated 
flesh was already moist with expectation, letting him know that in spite of 
her vocal and physical resistance, she was internally begging for him to 
continue with his "rape." He parted the narrow slit with his extended middle 
finger, sliding it smoothly between the sucking lips, feeling how oily she 
was, internally. 

Gail struggled hard, doing her utmost to clamp her long thighs tightly 
together, mentally certain she wanted nothing more than to close off any 
access to her private being. Yet his powerful knees had her straining thighs 
forced apart. A state of totally hopeless confusion completely engulfed her 
mind as she felt his thick fingers worming their way into the narrowness of 
her nakedly sucking vagina. 

The tips of his fingers were like strong insects, wandering over her 
shuddering, sensitive flesh. One of them brushed, seemingly accidentally, 
over her clitoris, and a bolt of pure electrical pleasure began flashing 
through her aching body. 

He continued sucking voraciously on the rounded mound of her solid breast, 
all the while working his finger deeper and deeper into her womanly tunnel. 
With the passing moments he was aware of changes taking place in her as her 
interior became wetter and wetter. Her struggles weakened and her thighs 
spread farther apart, allowing him to ram his thick finger all the more 
deeply into her cunt. Her slick walls hadn't been expecting his finger to 
drive so quickly into her, and as a result tightly clamped around the digit 
once it had unexpectedly crammed its way into her. 

"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH ... N-O-O-O ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... DON'T...." Gail 
begged, feeling aroused, but also feeling cruelly debased by all that was 
happening to her. Yet she was unable to resist the feelings welling up 
within her. Was it his dominance, or her own vulnerability perhaps, that 
caused the mounting of the hungrily gnawing sensation to continue building 
in the quaking pit of her trembling belly, telling her she was in for new 
pleasures with this man pleasures she had enjoyed solely with her husband, 
until now. His long finger continued worming itself into the squeezing 
depths of her aching vagina, and she told herself she wasn't to blame for 
the feelings pervading her being. His force was permitting her to taste the 
forbidden enjoyment of knowing another man. She had put up the required 
resistance but had been unable to thrust him away from her, and in her own 
mind she was now totally absolved of any and all accompanying guilt. 

Paul was well aware of her resistance falling away, as he knew it eventually 
would. A woman as sensuous as this one was able to resist for just so long. 
He knew his caveman like appearance was arousing to this woman who had known 
only a civilized looking man all her life. 

His mouth left the fullness of her swollen breast and slowly began kissing 
its way down her shudderingly flat belly. He paused at the tender 
indentation of her navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then 
dipping it inside before licking just above the pelvic hairline, letting his 
tongue move to her silken thighs and satiny hips. Her limp protest was now 
replaced by a lewd response to his tantalizing touch, and he slid himself 
further down until his hungering face was pressed firmly against the smooth 
whiteness of her erotically slender thighs. His tongue sliced through the 
golden fleece on her pelvis and headed for her wet cunt. 

Her splayed-out position gave him total access to her wide-open vaginal 
succulence. The narrow slit dividing the middle was the same rich pink he 
had seen in Donna, and now, with her thighs forced apart and her golden 
hairs pushed out of the way, he clearly saw the throbbing bud of her 
clitoris. 

Gail was aware of the flow within her increasing, and it suddenly jolted her 
back to some kind of reality that a man other than her husband was about to 
put his face between her cuntlips and suck. This was a ritual she had never 
considered going through with any other man. Even in her secret dreams, when 
she had mentally found herself being fucked by some man other than her 
husband, it had never occurred to her to let any other man probe down there 
with his tongue. 

"Don't!" she gasped, and struggled once again to gain control of herself, 
jerking her rounded, slender hips away from his hungering mouth and twisting 
so that she finally managed to flop onto her stomach. She had to do 
something to keep him from knowing just how strongly he was affecting her, 
by now. 

Paul was crazed with lust. He had no anger toward Gail, but he was still 
angry at the thought of her husband having fucked his wife, and felt the 
absolute need for revenge. That, plus the fact that he was very much 
entranced by Gail's loveliness. She might have been Donna's mother, but for 
the most part he saw little resemblances between the two. Had he not known 
Gail to be Donna's mother, he would never have thought of Donna at all while 
being with Gail. The difference between mother and daughter, save for the 
color of their hair, was absolute. 

He felt the heavy pounding in his extended cock, as if it were about to 
burst from the pressure of the sperm already churning around in his 
testicles. He had held off fucking her more out of consideration than 
anything else. After all, no one was more aware than he of the breadth of 
his cock, and he knew full well that forcing it into an unprepared tunnel 
would cause all kinds of anguish. But if she was going to continually offer 
resistance even after letting him know, through body movement, that she 
wanted him, then she needed a little lesson. 

He hauled her to her knees, raising her rounded white buttocks in the air. 
Gail's face turned red with embarrassment. Though she had done many 
different things with Richard, her husband, this was one position to which 
she had an aversion. She felt it was too much like the animals, and she 
didn't want to be associated with animals. She suddenly felt degraded and 
dehumanized. As a result she found herself sobbing in her mattress. 

"I told you I was going to fuck you, Gail," he said to her, "and I meant 
it." He was already moving behind her, forcing her inner thighs to spread a 
little, giving himself total access to her passion-soaked opening. The 
fullness of her tight, round, warm-fleshed buttocks looked more enticing 
than ever, standing out with the skin covering them so tightly stretched. He 
loved the obscene way she was subserviently bent before him, the slope of 
her smooth, white back much like a ski-slope. He ran his hands hungrily over 
her back, then slid them around to touch her ribs, and finally to cup the 
sweet, small fullness of her rounded breasts. 

Feeling the solid warmth of the two twin mounds, he breathed deeply and gave 
the mammaries a pinch and a squeeze, feeling a vibrantly impatient twitch in 
the length of his rigid cock, reminding him the time had come "to bury 
Caesar." Bringing his hands back, he placed his thumbs into the tightly 
sloping curve of the shadowy dividing crevice, spreading the melon-shaped 
cheeks that much wider apart. 

"OHHHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSE...." Gail gasped, but it was 
difficult to tell if her groan was one of fear or sexual desire. Whatever it 
was, it aroused him that much more. 

Paul stared at the brown little opening of her anus, and when he pulled with 
his thumbs, he was able to see beyond the crinkle into the pink interior, 
glistening as it did in the sunlight streaming in through the window. He 
thrust his throbbing cock against the softness of her inner thighs, knowing 
the time had finally come. 

"Put it in, Gail," he ordered. "Grab my cock and tuck it into you." He all 
but spit the words at her, letting her know he meant business. Gail hated 
this position, but she had brought it on herself. Realizing she had no 
choice, she tried hard to blank out her mind with the expectation of feeling 
nothing as she gripped the heatedly tight length of the organ. The long, 
blunt head was like a rubbery fist as she hesitantly pressed it against her 
vaginal opening. Gail was only too aware of his hands gripping her rounded 
white asscheeks and pulling them apart. 

"Now!" he insisted. Paul found himself straining to keep from having a 
premature ejaculation all over her. The coolness of her fingers, wrapped 
tightly around his quickly pulsating shaft helped control him a little. 

Gail felt like weeping and moaning at the same time, her inner frustration 
magnified from the desire to rebel and obey at the same time. A different 
penis entering her in a position she had forbidden her husband to use with 
her made her wriggle her buttocks slightly as she placed the throbbing organ 
solidly between the soft, coral folds of her vagina. She worked it up and 
down like a lever, using it to pry her labia even farther apart until the 
head lodged, seemingly of its own free will, against the tiny little vaginal 
opening. She knew the thickness of his organ was something to which she was 
unaccustomed, and in order for her to fully appreciate the driving length of 
his cock, the organ would have to move into her, slowly. The only way to be 
certain of this was for her to keep some kind of grip on the organ as he 
pushed it into her. 

Paul, on the other hand, had other ideas. Unconcerned with the way her hand 
was now gripping the base of his cock, he shoved his hips solidly forward, 
forcing the penile head of his rigidly excited organ into her quivering 
vaginal depths. 

Not used to being plumbed so swiftly in this position by such a thick penis, 
Gail gasped, "HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" The hard shaft plundered into the center of 
her defenseless little cunt, powering in like a mailed fist. She gripped the 
base all the more tightly in the hope of restraining further entry, and he 
did ease off, stopping when the massive, blood-filled head of his penis was 
finally wrapped tightly inside the slick interior of her cunt. Richard had 
always entered her softly, tenderly, and she hadn't expected such a brutal 
thrust. Now she tensed herself, but this only made matters worse. 

The sensations of her tightly squeezing vaginal membranes firmly wrapped 
around the angrily throbbing head of his extended phallic lance made Paul 
that much more anxious to have the full length of his extended organ buried 
to the hilt in the simmering depths of her shuddering belly. He held back 
for only the briefest of moments, then once again shoved his hips forward as 
hard as he was able, plunging his thickness that much farther into the 
heated wetness of her clammily clinging vagina. The thickness of his 
hard-rubber head spread her tender walls as they had never been spread 
before, moving like a bulldozer through soft sand. 

"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... PAULLLLL ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... DON'T ... IT HURTS ... 
IT HURTS...." Gail wept, moaning as he drove his lewdly impaling stiffness 
deeper and harder into the narrowness of her helpless elastic passage. Paul 
didn't know what possessed him now, but the delightful pressure building in 
his lust inflamed testicles had become so overpowering he no longer had 
control over himself. He had to feel the full length of his cock buried in 
her cunt. Sheesh! She was just about as tight as her daughter, but Donna, 
with all the pain, had begged him to continue. Well, before he was through, 
Gail would be begging him to continue, as well. 

He tried holding back just a little in order to make everything feel that 
much sweeter, wanting to drive in all the more slowly so he'd be able to 
savor it. But such restraint took more willpower than Paul possessed at this 
particular moment. 

Gail, shuddering, took her hand from the base of his cock. She knew the only 
way for her to lose the feeling of pain was to have him all the way inside 
her. Free of her hand, Paul slammed forward, shoving the full length of his 
bloatedly thick penis into the narrow sucking tunnel of the beautifully 
blonde woman. In he went, not stopping until his weighty balls slapped 
against the lips of her soft cunt. 

"ONNNHHH ... GODDDUHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH...." Gail moaned feeling a confusion 
of pain as the force of his lunge nearly lifted her clear off the bed. The 
dull thud of his hairy groin slammed flatly into her rounded buttocks, and 
she clearly heard the smack of flesh against flesh as the rubbery tip of his 
cock pressed right to the back wall of her cunt. He was now suddenly still, 
letting her cunt accustom itself to his thickness, and then he began flexing 
the lengthy organ, making it pulsate in her belly, causing her walls to 
swell wider a little more. 

Paul restrained himself for a good minute, and then, unable to keep still 
any longer, he began sawing powerfully in and out of the tightly clasping 
feminine passageway. The long, hard strokes slammed deep into her shuddering 
womb, striking the back wall relentlessly, and she moaned rhythmically in 
answer. He stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, the full 
roundness of her naked buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, her smooth 
white back sloping all the way down to her loose blonde hair as she twisted 
her head from side to side. Her slender nakedness was more sensual than Paul 
had ever imagined, and now he was more pleased than ever that he had chosen 
this way to revenge himself on Richard. 

Because she had never previously been entered from this angle, Gail was 
horrified at the lancing depth of his penetration. God! If Richard ever 
tried taking her in this position, she would probably be punctured, inside. 
It didn't prevent the passion from continuing to increase inside her, and 
her hands gripped the sheet beneath her as she felt the orgasmic tension 
already starting to build. She knew she was going to climax this way, and 
she wasn't stupid enough to try and resist it. 

The excited man continued ramming the full length of his unbelievably thick 
cock into the tightly quivering cunt as his overpowering lust completely 
dominated his reason. He knew if he managed to restrain himself just a 
little, before this fuck was over, the woman would be begging and pleading 
for him to finish. 

Holding her hips tightly in his two strong hands, the man continued slamming 
his virile thickness deep inside her heatedly bubbling pussy. Her pink 
flesh-walled cunt was as tight as saran wrap around the breadth of his 
blood-engorged penis. When he shoved it that much deeper into her trembling 
belly, the flesh seemingly rolled smoothly inside as he furiously continued 
slamming deeper. His sperm-laden testicles continued swinging forward with 
each driving thrust, making loudly obscene smacking sounds against the wet 
folds of her splayed-out pussy. The weighty scrotum hit her clitoris 
continually, building flames within the beautiful woman to new and greater 
heights. Each time he retreated, he would yank the phallic pole back until 
only the head remained snugly embedded in her vulva. He would poise, waiting 
for an instant before once again driving forward. Each time he smacked into 
her jiggly buttocks, the jarring force made her breasts tremble and vibrate. 

"AAANNNHHH!" Gail moaned, and this time it was a pleasurable moan, despite 
her desire to remain silent and not let him know she was starting to enjoy 
it. His steadily hammering phallic plunger felt like it was going to go 
right on past her heatedly cringing belly and push its way into her gullet. 
Still, the blonde woman was unable to ignore the wildly ecstatic mounting 
sensations that came so thrillingly with it. Her delightfully rounded small 
breasts continued swinging back and forth as they had never done before 
because she had never had them in this dangling position. Her stiffened 
nipples grazed tantalizingly across the sheets, and somehow this enhanced 
the erotic pleasure that much more for Gail. She kept telling herself over 
and over that she was being terribly debased by his crude actions. But her 
thoughts were unable to keep the continually spiraling flames from mounting 
even higher within her. Her clitoris was a throbbing demon that constantly 
responded to the weight of his testicles rubbing against it, and the 
pleasant shock of his scrotum hitting her sent her shooting higher and 
higher on the scale of climax. Her cunt was now a dragon that would be 
satisfied with nothing less than devouring the liquid sustenance to be 
issued by his penis. 

Gail pressed her head into the mattress and looked beneath her, staring back 
at her nakedly vulnerable vagina, seeing the way it was constantly violated 
by the thickness of his wetly glistening probe. Looking at it enhanced 
everything for her that much more. Each time he pushed forward, his pubic 
hair rubbed into the crevice between her asscheeks, tickling her anus, 
making her realize how sensitive she was there, as well. Lewd, tingling 
sensations rushed to the top of her head. This caused her to tighten her 
vaginal muscles all the more. 

Feeling the stronger, more overpowering sucking motion around his pistoning 
shaft, Paul was well aware that he was finally getting through to the mother 
of the girl he had fucked the day before. He concentrated all the more 
strongly on keeping himself from climaxing, intent on making certain she 
achieved her own satisfaction, first. 

Her tight, shapely buttocks were rotating in rhythm to his thrusts, now. To 
test her and make certain she wanted it, when he pulled his cock back, he 
held it back for more than a moment. She responded by trying to hurl herself 
back on it. God! She had come to life with a vengeance and she was wildly 
fucking back. 

He watched the smooth muscles of her firmly resilient asscheeks flexing each 
time he pulled his cock back. It was obvious she wanted to suck his cock 
right back into her hungry belly again and again. 

Without breaking his rhythm, he moved his hands inward, rubbing his fingers 
into the narrow hairless valley of her ass. Placing his forefinger against 
her anal opening, he pushed. 

Gail grunted helplessly, lurching forward when his finger thrust itself into 
her. She was used to this from her husband, and so the intruding finger was 
not really foreign, though she had to admit Paul Brighton had thicker 
fingers than Richard. She lifted her buttocks a little higher and moved them 
a bit faster now, enjoying the dual impalement. The beautiful blonde 
grunted, turning and twisting, driving his finger in to the hilt. 

With the tip of his finger, Paul felt the membrane separating the twin 
channels in her body. He also felt the thickness of his hard cock moving in 
and out of Gail's shuddering body. He rotated the finger as he moved it in 
and out of her ass, and she squealed with joy at the feeling. 

She wriggled uncontrollably now, shoving back, grinding her body and 
slamming her buttocks against the two impaling shafts of delighted pleasure, 
her tortured backside now an inferno of feverish sexual arousal. She was 
aware that this experience with Paul was enlightening, if nothing else. Gail 
had always believed that no matter how much she wanted to be unfaithful, her 
conscience would prevent her from enjoying any other man. Now she was 
discovering it simply wasn't so. Paul was making this an extremely pleasant 
experience for her in spite of his having to force it on her, initially. If 
she felt any lingering guilt at ail, she rationalized it away as he had, 
having seen the photos he had shown her. 

Her body was roaring toward an uncontrolled acceleration point, which would 
suddenly carry her forward into the world of high orgasmic combustion. It 
was getting closer now, and she knew when the feeling finally overwhelmed 
her, it would be sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her throat 
seemed to pour out continuously and uncontrollably as if someone else was 
doing the passionate kissing. 

Listening to her was more than Paul Brighton was able to withstand. First 
the daughter, now the mother, and both were equally explosive and 
delightful. He enjoyed watching his cock continually make its way in and out 
of her cunt while his finger kept on reaming her asshole. It was all better 
than anything he had imagined, and his balls suddenly felt as if they were 
ballooning, making his scrotum swell in spite of the fact that the sac was 
now pulled tightly into his crotch. He was out of his mind with the lustful 
urge to achieve orgasmic satisfaction, and the surging sperm was suddenly 
making a mad dash through his cock. 

The thick, rubbery head of his massive penis swelled up inside her receiving 
cunt as he drove it to maximum depth, and his burning sperm burst like an 
uncontrolled shot from the dilated tip. Paul was totally lost in the 
incredible sensuality of his erupting climax as the white, gooey semen 
geysered repeatedly into the sucking center of her cunt. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 
he bellowed, drowning out her own orgasmic scream as she reached the top of 
the rainbow, herself. Her body thrashed and her fists beat at the mattress 
as she heaved herself up and down to achieve maximum sensation. God! It was 
good, it was really good. 

She fell flat on the bed, and he fell on top of her. They lay there for what 
seemed like a long, long time. 

"Unh!" she gasped. "Paul, you're heavy." 

"Sorry," he muttered, and rolled off her. "You know," she told him, "you 
didn't need the excuse of the picture. If you'd been a little less harsh and 
treated me like a lady instead of behaving as if it were my fault for what 
happened, this entire episode would have been enjoyable." 

"The important thing is, it ended on a pleasant note," he told her. 

"Ended?" she asked. "What makes you so sure it's over?" 

"Huh?" 

"You've started something you're not going to be able to finish, Paul," she 
told him. "I don't know how long we're going to be able to keep this from 
our spouses, but I want more of this kind of treatment. I expect there are 
ways we can meet without arousing too much suspicion." 

"You're serious, aren't you." 

"Very," she replied. 

"What if I had ... other women?" 

"I don't care how many women you have, just as long as you have enough for 
me when I need it." 

"Is that a threat?" he asked. 

"Take it any way you like it," she shrugged. "In the future you'll find no 
resistance from me. I expect to find no resistance from you." As he slipped 
his short pants back on, Paul suddenly wondered just what it was he had 
started. He was already beginning to be frightened of this woman. Perhaps 
this was his just punishment for what he had done to her. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The party Roz and Donna had planned with some of their other female friends 
wouldn't take place until the end of August. The planning had taken almost 
no time at all, and the two girls were now heading back to Donna's home with 
the expectation of taking a swim in the pool. 

While Roz went to her house to put on her bikini, Donna silently walked in 
the side door of her house with the intention of going to her room and also 
putting on her bikini. But the sounds coming from her mother's bedroom made 
her curious. After all, her dad's car wasn't in the driveway. Why should 
there be pleasurable moaning sounds coming from behind the bedroom door? 

Leaving her house, she went to Roz's house and called to her friend. Roz, 
who had not yet put on her bikini, still dressed in a green halter and 
shorts, followed Donna back to her house, and the two of them moved into the 
backyard. Quietly they approached the picture window that overlooked the 
backyard from Donna's parents' bedroom. The two of them peered in, and were 
astonished to see Roz's father fucking Donna's mother, dog style. 

Donna immediately felt angry and she was all set to run around and go inside 
the house and burst in on the fucking couple. 

"He promised me," Donna gasped. "He promised me I'd be the only other woman 
in his life, aside from your mother." 

"Now hold on," Roz said to her. "Was dad going to be the only man in your 
life until you got married?" 

"Well no, of course not," Donna snapped. "Still, I don't think it's right. 
It just isn't fair." 

"Would you like to get even?" Roz asked. 

"You know it," Donna nodded. 

"I can think of a way," Roz told her. "I'm listening," Donna nodded. 

"Remember how you told me you had the hots for your own father, but you used 
my father as a substitute?" 

"Yes," Donna admitted. "I also remember you admitting the same thing. So 
what?" 

"So how would you like to make my dream come true. It would be a way of 
punishing daddy." 

"What do you mean?" Donna asked. 

"Incest!" Roz insisted. 

"You mean, you and your father?" 

"Yes," Roz nodded. "I want it more than ever, watching him make love to your 
mother. Just think, it'll be the perfect revenge for you. What's more, I'm 
certain that if I can get dad to make love to me, he'll love it so much, 
that aside from what he does with mother, he'll only have time for you and 
me." 

"You and me?" Donna queried. 

"Sure. After the first time, you and I can share my dad together." 

"Why stop there," Donna caustically remarked. "Why not do the same thing 
with my father?" 

"The question is," Roz asked, "is that what you really want?" 

Donna looked at her friend for a moment, thought, then suddenly whispered, 
"Yes, Roz. Yes, it's what I really want." 

"So you and I can work together," Roz insisted. "In fact, to prove my good 
faith, if you want, I'll help you with your father, first." 

"Now that's a helluvan idea," Donna nodded. "You know, dad'll be back from 
his tennis match soon, and mom will be going out to her Sunday afternoon 
Bridge game with your mom.". 

"Well then," Roz said, "we can set it up for then." 

The two of them watched and listened, and were stunned at the conversation 
between Gail and Paul after they'd finished making love. What astonished 
them most was discovering that Richard, Donna's father, was also cheating 
with Lyn, Roz's mother. 

"Well," Donna whispered, when Roz's father had left the house and Gail had 
gone to take a shower. "All that's left is you with your father and me with 
my father." 

"So?" Roz asked. 

"So I say let's do it," Donna nodded. 

"Here's my idea," Roz whispered. 

Donna listened intently, and when Roz had finished, she shrugged, and said, 
"It sounds too hokey to work." 

"It'll work," Roz assured her. "Your dad has a strong sense of the dramatic, 
something my own dad lacks. You willing?" 

"I guess so," Donna nodded. "What do we do until then?" 

"We can sunbathe," Roz suggested. 

"I hope this happens quickly," Donna murmured. "My cycle starts somewhere 
this evening. It always starts in the evening." 

"Don't worry," Roz assured her. "We'll have plenty of time. Then next week, 
when you're ready for it, we can both go after my father together. Who 
knows, we may eventually work out threesomes with our respective mothers, as 
well." 

"You really are perverted," Donna smiled. 

"And loving every bit of it," Roz admitted. 

"Me too," Donna agreed. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Almost immediately after lunch, Gail and Lyn got into Lyn's car and drove 
off to their weekly Bridge game, a game neither husband knew how to play. 
They dropped Paul off at the local movie house on the way, and then 
continued to their Bridge club, each inwardly seething at the other, 
believing the other to be the one who initially cheated. Yet they said 
nothing about it, knowing to discuss it openly would not only ruin the 
friendship between the two families, but would prevent each of them from 
enjoying their new-found infidelity. 

The two girls waited awhile, seeing Donna's father go into the backyard, 
intent on trimming some hedges growing against the fence separating his yard 
from that of the neighbor on the next street. Then Donna went to tell her 
father she was supposedly going visiting and wouldn't be back for awhile. 

The moment Donna was gone, Roz, dressed in a simple halter and hot pants, 
walked into the Sander backyard and sauntered over to Richard. It was a hot 
day, and he had taken off his shirt and was wearing only a pair of shorts 
and sandals. 

"Hi," Roz said to him. 

"Hi, Roz," he smiled, feeling uneasy, already knowing why she was there. He 
had expected to eventually score with her again, but not this quickly. 

"Are we going to play all kinds of word games?" she asked, tossing a braid 
behind her, "Or are we going to do what you and I really want to do?" 

She was right and Richard knew it. Playing games would only make things 
strain a little between them before they went ahead and inevitably did what 
he really wanted to do. 

"Indoors might be a better place this time," he suggested. 

"Mmmmm," she nodded. "I've always wanted to be romantic about it. Can we try 
it in the dark, this time?" 

"Any way you want it," he told her. "Fine. My mom and your wife aren't going 
to be back for a long time," she suggested. "Let's use your bedroom. We can 
draw the drapes across the window after we pull down the shades. I want it 
pitch-black in there. I think it'll be fun if we just use our sense of 
touch." 

"I'm with you," Richard nodded. He didn't like the idea of using his own 
bedroom, but he really had very little choice. He did want to score with her 
again. He wasn't ready for another bout in the sauna. God! The heat would 
kill him, especially on a day like this, and most especially considering 
Roz's intent to drain energy from him. 

They went into his house, drew the small curtains in front of the large 
window in his bedroom, then pulled down the shade, and finally closed the 
heavy drapes. Once the door was closed, the room was pitch-black. 

Roz listened as Richard shucked his shorts, and she allowed him one long 
kiss while the two of them were still standing. Then she squeezed his 
erection and said, "On the bed, darling." 

Donna, listening outside the door, knew those four words were the signal. 
She hurried to the front door, and she slammed it hard, letting the two in 
the bedroom hear her. 

"Richard," she called out, mimicking her mother's voice. It wasn't too 
difficult. She bore little resemblance to Gail facially, but vocally she 
sounded very much like her mother. 

"My God!" he gasped. "It's my wife! What'll we do? You can't go out the 
door. She'll see you and wonder what the hell you're doing in a dark bedroom 
with me." 

"I'll hide under the bed until she's gone," Roz whispered. 

"She might see you," Richard insisted. "Not if you keep the room dark. Fake 
a headache. Pull the covers up over your head to keep light from coming into 
your eyes when she opens the door. Plead with her not to turn on the light. 
Say you have a wicked headache." 

"It'll never work," Richard gasped. 

"It's all we have," Roz replied. "It has to work." 

She rolled off the bed on the side away from the door and slid under it, 
smiling. Now it was all up to Donna. Richard pulled the bedcovers over his 
face, as she suggested, and when Donna opened the bedroom door and saw her 
father bundled up that way, she almost laughed. It was working even though 
she'd initially had her doubts. 

"Richard, what's the matter?" she asked. 

"Don't turn on the light," he murmured from under the covers. "I have a 
wicked headache. Please, honey ... " 

"Poor dear," Donna whispered, shutting the door. "I'm sorry. I came home for 
some playing cards. The girls at the club don't have enough. But if you have 
a headache, I have just the cure for you." 

"Uhhhh ... no, no, all I need is rest," Richard gasped, listening to the 
sounds of what he believed to be his wife suddenly taking off her clothes. 
"Don't be silly, darling," she murmured, taking the time to find some of her 
mother's spray perfume on the dresser, fumbling for it in the darkness, 
grasping it, and putting a few sprays in certain strategic places. "A little 
loving is just the thing you need to get rid of that headache. Or don't you 
want to make love to me?" 

Richard knew that if his wife thought he didn't want to make love to her, 
she might suspect his infidelity. From what Lyn had told him, Gail was 
equally unfaithful, but because of Roz, he had no intention of confronting 
her with it. Hell! Not only was he fucking his own wife now, but he was 
fucking his next-door neighbor, and her daughter, as well. It was too good 
to give up for pride. If Paul Brighton occasionally wanted a little of 
Gail's nookie, let him have it. As far as Richard was concerned, he was more 
than amply being repaid. By the same token, it was obvious Paul hadn't 
touched his wife that day so he thought. Otherwise, why would Gail want a 
quickie now before returning to her Bridge club? 

"Sure I want to fuck you, baby," he whispered. Nakedly, her heart pounding 
in her breast, Donna lay on the bed beside her father. The man lifted the 
covers for her to crawl under, then hugged her to him, inhaling his wife's 
perfume, never noticing the body he held was not quite as slender as that of 
his wife. His lips were pressing themselves against hers, and Donna felt 
static thrills blasting from every pore in her body as her father kissed her 
like a lover. His tongue seemed to try reaching into her throat, and she 
sucked on it, not realizing she had the same natural expertise as her 
mother, thereby confounding her father that much more. 

Reaching down, anxiously feeling scorching sensations of desire, the blonde 
girl touched her father's long penis. This aroused her all the more, and she 
found herself sucking her father's tongue all the more deeply into her 
throat. Then her own tongue responded by slicing into his mouth, and she 
felt him shudder as unexpected arousal coursed through his body. 

Richard had already been prepped by the thought of fucking Roz. Perhaps this 
was why his wife's body seemed so different to him, this afternoon. Besides, 
they were in the dark, and not seeing Gail made him think she was someone 
else anyone else. Hell! If he was imagining his wife to be someone else, why 
not imagine her to be Donna? After all, it was just a game in his mind. He 
was unable to see her, and he never would really be able to touch his own 
daughter, so why not pretend just to himself that this was Donna. 

His hand moved without his mind willing it. It slid over the firm mound of 
his daughter's rounded breast. Since Richard's imagination had taken over 
and in his mind this was no longer his wife, it didn't occur to him the 
mammary he was touching was slightly smaller than that of his wife. As if of 
its own free will the hand began gently massaging the tender nipple. Though 
his eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the dark, it was impossible to 
see a face. All that was visible was glowing skin skin that was normally 
white, but now seemed tan because it was so dark. He fondled the nipples and 
areolae with his fingertips, making them stand at attention, burning with 
greater and greater desire. 

His solid cock was twitching more than ever, and he was aware of the 
stickiness soaking his thigh. Her hand continued expertly massaging his 
phallus until he thought he would fire then and there. 

"This is one fabulous organ," Donna whispered, careful not to use any four 
or five-letter words. Though she loved using them, she knew her mother was 
always such a lady when it came to words. "I want it inside me, darling." 

Donna held her breath, waiting to see if her father was able to determine 
she wasn't his wife. But Richard was so totally caught up in the eroticism 
of the moment, he wouldn't have noticed a snowy avalanche had it suddenly 
appeared. 

"Tell me what you want to do to me," Donna insisted. "I want to hear it. Use 
your own words, Richard. I've never admitted it before, but hearing you say 
those words thrills me." 

"Darling," he whispered, unable to understand why his wife should have such 
a strong effect on him at this moment. "I love you. I want to fuck you." 

"Do it!" Donna gasped, a small, whimpering cry coming from her as he 
surrounded her with his arms. To Richard, his wife felt so much more fragile 
at this particular moment. The perfume masked the scent of her flesh enough 
for him not to know she wasn't Gail, but the body scent that did come 
through had him flaring with heat. He rained burning kisses all over her 
face and throat, his lips moving down to the firmness of her round breasts. 
He never noticed how much firmer they were than his wife's. 

Donna felt herself panting. At last, she had her wonderful dad to herself. 
He was making love to her because he was aroused and wanted to, even if he 
didn't know who she really was. That, too, would be rectified before the day 
was out, and if her father was only half as sensuous as she and Roz believed 
him to be, he would welcome her for herself the next time. 

Her tongue stabbed into his ear, making her father jump and quake. Her 
fingers remained tightly wrapped around the throbbing organ between his 
thighs, and she listened to him gasp and shudder as the flaming tips of her 
fingers tightened on it. Then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues 
flailed against one another as if trying to press into each other and become 
a single piece of flesh. 

Donna pressed the full length of her curvaceously feminine torso against her 
dad's hard body, grinding her fluffy pelvis into his. The fact that she had 
almost as much hair on her pubis as her mother would temporarily help 
heighten the illusion that she was Gail. 

Impatient to feel her father's penis inside her, she tugged him onto her as 
she lay flat on the bed. Her tempestuous hands ran up and down the length of 
her father's body, tracing his firm muscles and touching his shoulders, 
running down the trestle of his spine and into the cleft between his 
asscheeks. She had no idea if her mother did all these things, but she did 
know, from her friends, and from books, these were all the arousing things 
to do. Here was the opportunity for which she had waited so long, feeling 
all of him, enjoying him, and she had Roz to thank for it. Yes, she would 
help Roz do the same thing with her father. 

Donna felt Richard's hard cock throbbing between her warm, slender thighs, 
and then he was pushing it into the tight narrowness of her slender pink 
crack, separating the fullness of her pouting labial doors and making her 
shudder with wanton delight. Even as her father began pressing the head of 
his penis into her, feeling a sweet, tight resistance all the way that he 
attributed to Gail's ability to tighten her vaginal muscles, Donna arched 
her hips, digging her heels into the mattress and allowing her sucking 
cuntlips to surround the head of his weighty truncheon. The heated contact 
of her seething vaginal interior surrounding the solidity of his meat, 
engulfing it, sucking it inside. It made the man violently tremble. Donna 
heard her dad take a deep breath, and then, without thinking, he rammed the 
organ all the way into her, widening her narrow tunnel, sinking all the way 
to the hilt. The innermost depths of her steaming vagina drooled all over 
the organ. 

"Good!" she whispered, not wanting him to recognize her voice, though she 
sounded enough like her mother to fool him. "Your whole body feels so 
wonderful, but its that penis of yours that really makes me feel like a 
whole woman. How's your headache, darling?" 

"Better," he murmured as her fingers trailed across his back. He was too 
occupied with what he was doing to notice the fingers touching him had no 
nails as his wife's fingers had. God! For some reason she seemed more 
fantastic in the dark than when he was able to see her. Richard believed it 
was solely the idea of doing it differently that made such a difference. 

His hands reached beneath her and gripped her tight, rounded asscheeks, 
lifting her body that much higher in order to press it against his. The 
lust-stiffened phallic lance was reaming its way in and out of her succulent 
cunt with uncontrolled speed. The man's mind was immersed in the fantasy of 
fucking his own daughter, and it seemed so vividly real, he was actually 
starting to believe it was true. 

Richard was aware of the tight grip of her elastic vaginal cupola as it 
tightly gripped his masculine saber, seemingly eating it up as the cock 
continued tearing its way through the full length of her steaming cunt. Her 
heatedly seeping cunt walls oiled the way. 

Richard, still imagining her to be his daughter, not realizing she really 
was his daughter, thrust into her with even more maddening force. His 
sperm-bloated testicles slammed solidly against her bouncing asscheeks as 
they wildly writhed to keep pace with the fuck he was throwing into her. 

"Yesssssss...." she gasped, losing control of her thought. "Oh yes, yes, 
yes, I knew you would be marvelous." 

"Damn right I'm marvelous," Richard responded, snapping out of his dream 
world, once again thinking this was his cheating wife below him. "You'll 
never find anyone better." 

He crammed his pubis against the burningly resilient flesh lying beneath 
him, solidly fucking into his beautiful daughter with long, hard strokes. He 
was aware of her straining body beneath his body, using such strength she 
literally lifted the two of them off the bed. Donna gasped and sighed 
delightedly beneath his violently pounding and straining body. Her thighs 
continually opened and closed again and again as if performing some pagan 
rite. At the moment, her mouth was hanging open, and her tongue was tucked 
in the corner of it. 

"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHH ... MORE ... MORE ... MORE...." she begged softly. "I love 
it this way, I love it. Push a finger into my backside, too. I'd like that, 
as well." More than happy to oblige, the blond-haired man reached down and 
slid a hand under his daughter's buttocks. He pressed his forefinger into 
the little anal opening, a dribble of pussy juice seeping down lubricating 
the finger for him. Mere contact with the muscle guarding the entrance to 
his daughter's asshole was sensual. His finger pushed hard, meeting with 
natural resistance for a moment. Then the orifice seemed to give way, and 
his finger moved through the nether ring into her back passage. It slid 
deeper and deeper until the first knuckle was in her rectal hallway. She 
stabbed her body down, trying to press more of it into her at once, feeling 
some slight discomfort would pass. 

Richard shoved his finger deeper until the second knuckle was inside. 

"MMMMMMMM ... YESSSSS...." she whispered. "That's the way. That's what I 
like." The lovely blonde girl was now screwing her ass straight up and down, 
and on each downward drop she forced the finger a little deeper into her 
bumhole. He began twisting it around and around inside her, widening the 
rear tunnel, taking away the little pain. She sighed, making him aware of 
how passionate it all felt. 

She thrilled to the pressure of his cock continually sliding in and out of 
her hot cunt, separated from her rectum by a thin wall of membrane. All the 
while her father's hard, thick penis continued plunging deeper and deeper 
into the tightness of her hot hole. Her heatedly pulsating pussy slammed up 
against his hairy pelvis with shuddering power. 

He began timing his thrusts, causing his pounding cock to coincide with the 
driving attacks of his impaling finger as it continued plunging into her 
asshole. Donna felt delightfully impaled on two solid objects at once, and 
it was all so wonderfully glorious. She groaned and sighed beneath him, 
causing his virile cock to expand and swell all the more as it continued 
rummaging through the blistering confines of her blazing pussy. God! The 
throbbing cock felt as if it was going to simply burst at any moment. 

Jesus! Richard knew he had to come, and soon. If he didn't, his entire body 
would explode. 

He was having one helluva time! First there had been Roz. Then there had 
been Lyn, Roz's mother. Now his own wife felt to him like a totally new 
cunt. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh ... daddy...." Donna involuntarily gasped. "Daddy?" Reaching 
out with his hand, Richard fumbled near the night table to his right until 
his hand suddenly came into contact with the lamp resting there. He had to 
keep his weight on his shoulders because his other hand still had a finger 
tightly pressed into her asshole. At the same time his hips continued their 
rhythmic motion, not stopping for a moment. He jammed his cock into her cunt 
again and again. 

Turning on the lamp, he looked down and gasped, unable to believe who was 
beneath him. 

"Donna!" he all but yelled, and yet his body continued the rhythm, refusing 
to stop for a moment, or even slow down. "Donna, baby, it's you." 

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped, kissing his hand. "I love you, daddy. I love you 
with all my heart. Now fuck me! Keep on fucking me!" 

"You knew," he gasped, pulling his finger from her asshole and digging his 
palms into the bed in order to gain more leverage. "You knew all the time 
how I felt about you." 

"Only because I felt the same way about you," Donna confessed. "You're the 
most wonderful man in the world, and it just wasn't fair that I, the one 
girl who wanted your loving most of all, should be deprived of it." 

He realized how much her cunt meant to him. God! No wonder she had felt 
different from his wife. Oh God! She was fabulous! Now that he'd started 
fucking her, he would not only finish, but he intended to keep on fucking 
her. God! He had his choice of four cunts now, and if they didn't kill him, 
he was going to find some way to keep them all happy. This was the kind of 
thing that never happened to most men, and he'd be double-damned if he'd 
forego such pleasure now that he'd found it. 

Sure! Her cunt had to be fabulous. After all, she had emerged from another 
cunt that was similar to her own a cunt that he had loved for the longest 
time. 

"Oh Wow!" he gasped. "I'M ... UHHHHH ... GOING TO SHOOT!" But he wanted her 
to achieve satisfaction, as well. She was his daughter, and even in this 
incestuous endeavor he had to take care of his little girl. He wanted to 
feel her spurting lubricity mingle with his sperm. 

He picked up the tempo, speeding up the thrusts, ramming his solid cock into 
her tightly squeaking pussy center. He was panting with the effort, intent 
on bringing her to the pinnacle of delight, wanting things to be so good for 
her, that in later life, when she married, she would still never forget her 
father. 

Her imprisoning, slender thighs continued to tightly clutch him as her cunt 
sucked strongly on the length of masculine flesh hose he was driving into 
her. He was able to discern from the way her throbbingly squeezing vagina 
was reacting that she was about to hit the top. He continued his unending 
attack, pounding his thrusting prick into the seething depths of her 
shuddering body. 

YESSSSSS ... DADDDDYYYYYYY...." she gasped. "FUCK IT INTO ME ... FUCK ME ... 
FUCK ME ... FUCK ME...." She continued shouting words at him, urging him to 
continue, repeating her vocal chant again and again. This made him all the 
more determined, and he rammed his pounding phallic length into her with 
even greater strength as she salaciously gasped. Her heels kicked against 
his buttocks in a wildly maddening tattoo as she tried bringing her knees 
farther back, turning her flaring pussy up to the downward drive of his 
thrusting cock as if she were sacrificing it to him. He continued slamming 
into her tightly slotted furrow like a wild man, and Donna, feeling the 
pressure, was aware of her eyes starting to roll in her head as her lovely 
face contorted with feeling, letting her know she was on the brink of 
release. 

Donna felt her father's burningly pulsating penis starting to enlarge in the 
tightly crushing foyer of her squeezing and compressing vagina. Her father 
was going to climax, too. What in the world would be more glorious than to 
feel her father injecting his seed into her as she experienced her own 
ultimate orgasm. 

DADDY...." she gasped ... "OH DADDY ... I ... UHHHH ... CAN FEEL IT ... OH 
YES, I CAN FEEL IT ... I FEEL IT ... DON'T STOP ... KEEP FUCKING ... KEEP 
DOING IT ... " 

"Almost there, baby," he grunted, pounding into her with vibrant lightning 
like thrusts, heedless of anything else at the moment. He had to hit the top 
of the rainbow, and he had to bring her with him. 

Her lissome torso began churning and grinding madly beneath her father's 
body, twisting, wriggling, crushing him close to her as she slammed her hips 
against his pelvis, feeling the wonderful digging pressure of the organ 
lunging even further into her. 

He was holding her so tightly, she found herself unable to breathe as he 
screamed out his orgasm in ecstasy. 

"GGGGGHHHHH 
AAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"e
he bellowed, his own breath completely escaping from his body momentarily as 
he poured a heavy river of semen into the tenderly clinging body of his 
beloved daughter, flooding her shuddering vagina with the warming medicine 
of his seminal cream. 

All the while he was aware of the tight walls of her spasming vagina tightly 
gripping his penis as if it had all kinds of tiny little grasping fingers. 
Her seething interior clutched his shuddering lance as it thoroughly hosed 
down the soft membranes in her quaking interior. 

The two of them clung very tightly to one another, the father's spurting 
penis continually emptying itself into the enclosed vat of her feminine 
center. Spurt after spurt brought spasm after spasm of uncontrolled 
sensation until the lovely blonde girl finally came to her own crisis. 

"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAIIIII-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAYYYYAAAAGGGHHH!"e
she shrieked, bouncing wildly beneath him. 

They clung to one another for a long time, father and daughter, lovers in 
every sense of the word, unable to let go. Knowing this was his daughter had 
made the feeling so much stronger in Richard that he felt totally sapped for 
the moment. Donna felt just as drained, for being loved by her father was 
what she had needed to bring her to the utmost height of feeling. 

They remained clinging to one another for a long time, until the two of them 
were finally snapped out of their reverie by Roz, who said, "All right you 
two. Now it's my turn." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I'll never get it up again," Richard insisted as he lay on the bed beside 
his daughter, his hand absently fondling her cunt while he looked at the 
naked Roz. 

"I have more faith in you than you have in yourself," Roz told him. "I've 
also been doing a little reading down at the public library, and I sure as 
hell know what to do to get it up." 

"Do you mean you knew my daughter had this feeling for me?" Richard asked, 
his eyes locked on the full tits of the dark-haired girl. 

"Certainly," Roz admitted. "What was more, from the way you made love to me, 
I kind of figured you had the same feeling for your daughter. Correct me if 
I'm wrong." 

"I think it's quite obvious you aren't wrong," Richard admitted. "But why 
were you willing to help Donna get me? I mean, there would be that much less 
for you." 

"Donna's going to help me make up the loss," Roz told him. 

"What do you mean?" Richard asked. 

"You see, I have the same feelings for my father that Donna has for you. 
Besides, you might as well know, dad took Donna's virginity just as you took 
mine." 

"My God!" Richard softly murmured. "If you go to bed with your father, 
that'll really complete the cycle." 

"What are you talking about?" Donna asked, kissing her father as Roz began 
fondling his limp penis. "I'm talking about your mothers. Hell! Roz, I've 
not only screwed you, but your mother, as well. What's more, the way I 
understand it from your mother, your father has been pumping my wife, 
Donna's mother. So now I've fucked all four women, and your dad has fucked 
three. I guess that leaves only one combination left." 

"You won't try and stop us, will you?" Roz asked. 

"Stop you? Hell! What were you planning, the same thing the two of you 
pulled on me?" 

"We hadn't quite figured it out, yet." 

"Well suppose we work at it from a different angle. Not only won't I stop 
you, but I'll even help the two of you. You'll have to let me to think up 
something." 

"Oh daddy, you're wonderful," Donna said, and sitting up, she kissed her 
father. "I agree," Roz nodded, and she leaned down and opened her mouth, 
extending her hot, slithery tongue, letting it lap up all the juices still 
covering Richard's limp cock. She had never done anything like this before, 
but having seen her mother blow her father, she was quite sure she knew the 
right way to do it. 

Richard gasped and opened his legs as Donna lay back and watched Roz's 
tongue wash her father's balls. For a girl who had never practiced any kind 
of oral loving, Roz turned out to be quite good. She licked all around the 
scrotum, then sucked the penis, slurping all over it until there wasn't a 
drop of seminal fluid left. Then she took one of Richard's balls into her 
mouth and began hungrily sucking, slurping away, running her tongue over the 
oval again and again. She repeated this same maneuver with the other ball, 
and slowly but surely the wilted penis began to take shape and swell. When 
Donna reached out to caress the phallic stick, Roz smacked her hand away, 
and taking her mouth from Richard's balls, said, "Don't touch, honey. This 
time the cock is going inside me." 

"Roz is right," Donna admitted. "She does deserve some of the action. If it 
weren't for her, you and I might still be secretly pining away for one 
another, daddy, without ever finding out about it." 

"She'll get her reward when I set her up with her own father." 

"In time," Donna replied. "But I expect to be in on that, too. What's more, 
I think it'd be fun to see both you and Mr. Brighton fucking our two mothers 
at the same time, too." 

"Everything in time," Richard assured her. 

"Come on, daddy," Donna insisted. "Punish me if you want for having such 
desires, but don't take it out on Roz by not fucking her." 

Richard smiled at the two females and said, "Punish you? You want me to 
punish you? Hmmm! I have an idea. Donna, lie on the bed on your back with 
your legs wide open." 

The blonde girl did as she was told, asking, "Now what?" 

"Roz, I want you licking my sperm out of Donna's cunt, and in the meantime 
I'm going to fuck you from the rear. This way you'll take one load in 
through your mouth and another through your cunt. By the way, I want both 
you girls on the Pill as soon as possible. No need of either of you becoming 
pregnant." 

Roz kneeled at the foot of the bed and leaned forward, sinking her face into 
her friend's pussy. She had never even dreamed of doing something like this, 
and under normal circumstances was afraid of the taint of lesbianism, but if 
this was what Donna's father wanted her to do, then it must be all right, 
especially since she was about to receive a heterosexual fuck at the same 
time. Her wide-open mouth clamped itself to Donna's cunt and she began 
noisily licking and slurping. Donna' slender thighs automatically closed 
around Roz's head, keeping the brunette in place. 

Richard knelt behind the slightly heavier, taller girl, taking her narrow 
waist in his two hands. Roz's ass was definitely much fuller than that of 
his own daughter, and it was such a nice ass it made a pleasant change from 
Donna. Hell! It was almost exactly like her mother's ass. 

Donna was already starting to gasp with new arousal as Roz's tongue 
continued working its way through her vagina. She propped some pillows under 
her head and looked at the bureau mirror off to the side where she saw the 
reflection of what her father was doing to Roz. He was pressing his aching 
dong low and straight, using it to part the pussylips surrounded by peach 
fuzz. He prodded the labia with the tip of his pulsating penis, searching 
for, seeking, finally finding the entrance to the hot slot. 

Roz wriggled a little to help the man. Once he was certain the rounded knob 
of his cock was locked firmly inside her vulva, he poised himself, then 
shoved in, deep and hard. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! No doubt about it! She had a cunt 
just like her mother, but there the similarities ended. Her mother, 
obviously used to being fucked, secreted much more oil, and more quickly. 
Not that it made her hole loose, but Richard had to admit he liked it when a 
cunt took its time lubricating. His cock sank all the way into her nicely, 
slowly, delectably. It was a warm, wet, wonderful feeling and what was more, 
it was something relatively new for Richard because this was the one 
position Gail despised. So even though he had fucked Roz's cunt once before, 
because of the position it felt like a nice, new pussy. 

Roz gasped with delight, her mouth pressed firmly against the slavering 
opening of Donna's succulent cunt. Her own cunt tingled and felt as if it 
was filled with sparklers. Her inner walls automatically tightened around 
the hard plunger, making it bubble with delight. 

Hungrily she licked and slurped the delicious juices pouring from the 
flooded center of her friend's vagina. It tasted good, and probably the 
semen she drank would taste even better if she were to get it directly from 
a cock. Sex was still something new to both, Roz and Donna. Each new 
experience was uplifting and delightful, it was almost as if each time was 
the first time all over again. Their bodies seemed to blend together so 
nicely. 

Richard's hard thrusts were already increasing inside the burning depths of 
her feminine orifice as he slammed his throbbing length of masculinity as 
far into her as possible. His weighty testicles slammed against her 
clitoris, making it tingle and throb with anticipation. The mere feel of his 
swinging testicles made the dark-haired girl lick all the more strongly into 
the tunnel of her friend. She ground her body backward each time Richard 
thrust his cock forward, rotating her slim hips, slamming back to meet his 
hard solid thrusts. All the while she continued lapping away at Donna's 
vaginal inferno, plunging the full length of her tongue all the way in, 
letting it slide against each wall in turn, then pulling it out and using it 
to palpate Donna's clitoris. 

Donna found this an entirely new and different experience. Having her 
friend's mouth work against her clitoris was thrilling her beyond belief, 
aroused all the more because she was sharing her father with her best 
friend, and would shortly be sharing Roz's father with the same friend. What 
she wanted most was to take on the two men by herself. 

Roz continued rotating the hot, tightness of her sucking pussy around the 
plunging pole of Richard Sander, swiveling her hips from side to side to 
enhance the sensations for Richard. But in doing so, she also built feelings 
that much higher in herself. 

"Wonderfulllll...." Donna was gasping, her body rising and falling in time 
with the way her father was pumping into Roz. "UMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!" was all 
Roz was able to mumble at that moment, her mouth too busy for talking. 

However the vibrations coming from her voice-box as her mouth pressed 
against Donna's tingling clitoris was enough to make the blonde girl realize 
she was already on the verge of another orgasm, and so quickly after having 
had her initial one with her father. 

Even as she began reaching for the stars, Donna realized that this would be 
her third climax, and it would be brought on by yet another person. How many 
girls were able to claim three different orgasms by three different people, 
all of whom she loved one way or another? Here was Roz close to her own 
second orgasm, and it was being drilled into her by the same person who had 
brought her to her initial culmination. Yes, she was one lucky girl, indeed. 

Roz was indeed on the verge of a climax. In fact, hers was building at an 
even faster rate than Donna's. Hell! Donna had already had one. So had 
Richard. She, in the meantime, had nakedly stood by and had the pleasure of 
watching father fuck daughter. As a result, her own climax was mounting 
higher and higher, and now, with a strong cock stroking in her tantalized 
cunt, stimulating her that much more, her orgasm came charging to the 
surface as her seething pussy tightly clung to Richard's thrusting penis. 
Her mouth gaped wide and she yelled right into the center of Donna's 
steaming nest. 

"HHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUU-MMMMMFFFFFWWWWWRRRRRGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUFFFFFAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUFFFFFAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"e
she bellowed. 

This was all that was needed to set Donna off all over again, and now it was 
her turn to loud a banshee wail escape from her mouth. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAAIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGt
HHHHH AA AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed. Her slender thighs tightly 
gripped Roz's face even more tightly, just as Roz's seething cunt continued 
tightening around the throbbing length of Richard's shuddering cock. The 
dark-haired girl shuddered and trembled, her face locked into Donna's 
simmering chasm while her own burning center gripped the thrusting prod of 
Richard Sander even more tightly. 

Donna, perspiring heavily, was suddenly very aware of her father's 
expression and realized the man was on the verge of his own second orgasm. 
She clamped her thighs all the more tightly around Roz's face, holding the 
brunette in place as best she was able in order to help her father achieve 
his climax to the fullest. 

Richard sank his clutching fingers into the beautiful woman's buttocks as he 
pounded into Roz's cunt with all his strength. Then his balls once again 
opened up and he released whatever was left of his sperm. 

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH 
AAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!"e
he bellowed. 

There was a lot more feeling than there was semen. All he had left to fire 
into the lovely long brunette were a few short dribbles. Roz barely felt the 
leaking droplets falling into her. There was no heated gush this time, and 
without it, something seemed to be missing. With her own father things would 
be different. 

Even so, the feeling generated by her orgasm had been strong enough so that 
she was no longer capable of supporting herself on her knees. She fell 
forward, lying flat on the bed, tugging Richard down with her. Her vaginal 
muscles refused to release their tight grip on his emptying penile 
extension. 

Donna opened her own thighs in order to let Roz up for air. The dark-haired 
girl was almost blue in the face. She sucked the air into her lungs with 
tremendous, heaving gasps. 

Pulling away from Roz's face, Donna slid off the bed and moved to the foot 
of it where she kneeled behind her father and used her tongue to lick his 
shrinking scrotum. When the penis shriveled to where it fell out of Roz's 
tight pussy, she leaned forward and used her tongue to catch the drippings, 
just as Roz had done to her. 

Donna soon accepted the fact that there was no way she was going to make Roz 
climax again. Both of them were too exhausted at the moment, and if they 
continued trying, all they'd do would be to wear themselves out so much, 
they might be caught inflagrante delicto by their mothers. It was not yet 
time for their mothers to know what was going on. But that time would come, 
shortly. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

It was Richard who decided that the time for the mothers to know everything 
was the following evening. Because Donna's period came on schedule she would 
not be able to indulge in the upcoming pleasures, but when her father called 
her mother and Lyn together for a meeting in his living room, she and Roz 
were listening from the nearby dining room. The two women, dressed in white 
blouses and dark skirts, sat on the sofa against the right wall while 
Richard sat in a chair facing them, and said, "I've decided it's time to 
clear the air here. I don't know how everything got started, but I do know 
we've all been doing some heavy extracurricular fucking of late." 

"You mean extra-marital fucking," his wife snapped, looking angrily at the 
two of them. 

"I mean more than extra-marital fucking," he told them. "Because our 
daughters are also involved." 

"What???" the two women gasped simultaneously. "Before the two of you start 
exploding, I think a little honesty is called for. To begin with, I don't 
know why you started fucking with Paul, Gail, but the fact is, you've not 
only been doing it, but enjoying it." 

"Here's why!" Gail snapped, and she produced one of the pictures Paul had 
taken of Richard and Lyn in the Sauna. 

"Well I only did it with Richard because I thought you and Paul had done it 
first," Lyn objected. 

"Hold it!" Richard shouted. "First or last doesn't matter. What does matter 
is that we've all done it. On top of everything else, I've slept with Roz, 
and Paul's slept with Donna." 

"Oh, wow" Lyn gasped. 

"Stop going off half-cocked," Richard snapped. 

"He means half-cunted," Donna whispered to Roz in the other room. "The girls 
are old enough to know what they want," Richard continued. "They enjoy sex. 
However they're very discriminating. The simple fact is, now that we've all 
started fucking around, we all enjoy it. Tell me, Lyn do you want to 
terminate our affair?" 

"No," Lyn admitted. 

"Gail, now that you've been fucked by Paul, would you be content to settle 
for me alone?" 

"No," Gail confessed. "Well, I feel the same way. I want you," he said to 
his wife. "I want you," he said to Lyn. "I want your daughter," he told Lyn. 
"And I want my own daughter," he insisted, making the two women gasp in 
utter astonishment. "That's right. I've fucked my own daughter. I didn't do 
it intentionally, at least it wasn't intentional on my part, but it sure as 
hell was enjoyable. Before either one of you explodes, let me explain that 
what I did I did because Donna wanted it. She tricked me into it, with Roz's 
help. It seems Donna's had a hankering for me for some time, which is why 
she initially seduced Paul. But when she had the chance to get her own dad, 
she took it." 

"What are you suggesting now?" Lyn asked, apparently adjusting to everything 
a little more quickly than Gail. "It seems Roz has the same yen for her 
father that Donna had for me. What I'm suggesting, plainly and simply, is 
that you ladies assist me in convincing Paul to fuck his own daughter. The 
thing is, Paul is just as hot for Roz as I am for Donna. By acting in 
concert we can take measures to prevent any unwanted 'accidents.' Before you 
both start spouting off about wickedness and immorality being carried to the 
extreme, tell me, what would you rather have, a loving father fucking his 
own daughter, or some crude jerk taking advantage of her in a back alley 
somewhere and hurting her?" 

The two women sat there quietly, and it was Gail who spoke first. 

"How do we know Roz wants this?" she asked. 

"Ask her yourself," Richard insisted. "Girls, come in here." The two girls, 
both dressed in halters and shorts, came from Donna's bedroom, where they 
had retreated for fear of being overheard in the living room. They walked in 
and stood in front of their mothers, and it was Lyn, talking to her 
daughter, who said, "Is this what you really want, darling?" 

"Yes, mother," Roz replied. "I want it very much." 

"Well then," Lyn said, "unless you have some objections...." Gail shook her 
head negatively, " ... I think we should proceed. What do we do to finish 
this cycle?" Richard calmly explained everything to the two older women, 
claiming he would need their assistance. It would require a lot of 
intermingling, especially among the women, but it was either that, or leave 
Roz frustrated, knowing Donna's heart's desire had been granted while Roz's 
had not. 

"All right," Lyn nodded. "I'm willing." 

"I'll go along," Gail agreed. "Fine," Richard nodded. "May I suggest Friday 
afternoon. Paul worked late last Friday, so he should be home early this 
Friday. With a couple of stiff drinks under his belt, he should be amenable, 
because I'm certain he's as hot for Roz as I was for Donna." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

It was even warmer that particular Friday than it had been the previous 
week. They were using Richard's car, and when they parked it in Richard's 
driveway, he said to Paul, "How about coming in for a drink?" 

Richard had felt the strain between Paul and himself that entire week, well 
aware Paul knew of his relationship with Lyn. What Paul didn't know was his 
relationship with Roz. Before he found out, he intended making certain there 
would be a relationship between Paul and his own daughter. "Okay," Paul 
nodded. 

They went into the house, sat in the living room, and Richard poured them 
two shots of bourbon. When these were finished, he poured two more. Than 
there was a third round, and the two men talked about trivial things while 
the alcohol slowly began having its effect on Paul. Richard had the 
proverbial hollow leg and was capable of ingesting great quantities of 
alcohol without appearing inebriated. Paul, on the other hand, after two 
drinks, relaxed whatever inhibitions he might have had, and following the 
third one, Richard knew the man would be amenable to just about anything. 

Aloud, he said, "Another successful week brought to a close, eh Paul." 

It was the signal. In the spare bedroom, Roz and her mother had been 
waiting, while Donna and her mother waited in the master bedroom. 

"Mother, I'm a big girl now," Roz called out, loud enough for the two men to 
hear. "I can make my own decisions." 

"Hey, your wife and daughter are here," Richard remarked. 

"Hmmmm?" Paul asked. The two men came to their feet and walked into the 
small hallway leading to the bedroom. The guest bedroom door was partly 
open, and Paul pushed it open the rest of the way, saying, "Hey, what're you 
girls doing here?" 

He was astonished to see his daughter totally naked. He hadn't seen Roz in 
the altogether ever since she had started developing, and he was astounded 
at how much like her mother she looked, physically. Actually, she looked 
more like her mother when her mother had been Roz's age. 

Had he been sober and thinking, Paul would have turned away and apologized 
for barging in. As it was, he simply stared. "Your daughter believes she's 
not pretty enough to attract any decent men," Lyn said. "I've explained to 
her that she has a lovely body and that the right man will come along and 
make her feel really good when the time comes." 

Roz flushed, a rich red filling her already tan flesh, making her skin more 
richly hued than ever. Her father stood there, eyeing her plump, upstanding, 
soft breasts with their large tan nipples and silver-dollar-sized areolae. 
He looked at the almost non-existent fuzz on her pubic mound, and at the 
slender tapering of her thighs, as well as the way her navel seemed to 
create a concave appearance to her belly, just like her mother, who was 
standing nearby in her own black bikini. 

"Well," Lyn asked, "what do you think?" 

"Turn around," he muttered to Roz. "Lemmee look at your ass, honey." Roz 
smiled to herself and turned to exhibit briefly the smoothly rounded cheeks 
of her behind, knowing this was definitely going to work. 

She flushed again, realizing her father's eyes were riveted on her. He was 
staring at her not like a father, but like a man staring at a woman. It 
meant he was definitely interested, even if it had taken a little bourbon to 
break down his self-control. 

"I'd say she's just like her mother," Paul muttered, himself turning red as 
he realized he was discussing the sexuality of his daughter. "She's about 
the prettiest thing I've ever seen." 

Paul took them both by surprise as he walked into the room, reached out, and 
fondled his daughter's right breast. Richard, in the doorway, smiled, while 
Donna and Gail came up behind him and also watched. They noticed he was 
reluctant to let go of Roz's breast. 

"There, do you see?" Lyn was saying, herself strongly aroused. 

"Well he's daddy," Roz insisted. "Sure he'd say something nice." 

"Nice? You have to be kidding," Lyn mocked. "You've given your father a 
king-sized erection." Without another word, Lyn reached down and unzipped 
her husband's fly, and reaching inside, brought out his quickly swelling 
cock. It was fully erect by the time she got it out, purple-tipped, 
blue-veined, and stiffer than marble. Lyn began fondling it, thinking she 
ought to be ashamed of herself, participating in the seduction of her 
daughter by her husband, but instead she felt a perverse thrill shudder 
through her. 

Roz stared, licking her lips, knowing this time the cock was for her and no 
one else. Her father was still holding her breast, all fired up as she 
reached down and gripped his cock. 

"Daddy, you have such a beautiful prick," she told him. As his wife and 
daughter stood fondling his cock, Paul found himself squeezing both their 
asses, noting how remarkably alike they were. He gripped his wife's ass 
through the bikini, and his daughter's naked flesh. He squeezed hard, 
enjoying it. 

"See how you've aroused your father," Lyn whispered, letting go in order to 
leave the manipulating of his organ up to Roz. But Roz also let go, saying, 
"Daddy's only trying to be kind to me. It's you he really cares for." The 
drinks had totally removed the last moral barriers in Paul Brighton. He 
smiled at his daughter and said, "No dear, right now it isn't your mother 
who has me aroused this way." His hand reached out to fondle her breast 
again, squeezing it all the more firmly, pulling on the nipple, massaging it 
with his thumb. 

"Oh come on, daddy," Roz gasped, hugging his hand to her mammary, afraid he 
would let go. "But you are my father and you're naturally prejudiced toward 
me." When she let go of his hand he released her full tit. 

"That's nonsense," Lyn insisted. "Let's see what Richard has to say." 

"Hey, are you going to show me off to everyone?" Roz asked. Richard walked 
into the room and smiled and Roz pretended to be embarrassed by trying to 
cover herself up. Richard walked over to her and tried pulling her hands 
down. She put up just enough of a struggle, then finally let him tug her 
hands away and look at her. 

"Richard, we need an objective opinion," Lyn said, smiling. "What do you 
think of my daughter's body?" Paul realized he was standing on one side of 
Roz, holding her hand, while her mother stood on the other side, holding her 
other hand, as if keeping them away from Roz's body. Roz, pretending to 
still be embarrassed, twisted from side to side, making her breasts bounce 
against her chest, thereby causing her father's mouth to water. She was also 
aware that although her father was standing to the side of her, his eyes 
were running up and down her pelvis, trying to look at her pink cunt. She 
pretended to be embarrassed and look at the floor. 

"This is all so crazy," she insisted. 

"God!" Paul gasped, letting go of her arm, moving around in front of her and 
staring at her. "If you weren't my daughter, I'd fuck you." 

"Hell!" Richard laughed. "You've already fucked my daughter. Maybe I should 
return the compliment." 

"I've not only fucked your daughter" Paul drunkenly bragged, "but I've 
fucked your wife, just like you've fucked my wife. I'm a bigger fucker than 
you are, Richard." 

"No you aren't," Richard told him. "You see, not only have I already fucked 
your daughter, but I've also fucked my own daughter. So I'm one up on you, 
Paul." 

Neither man would have brought this out into the open, sober. But Paul, 
being more than a little high, snapped. "Well, maybe it's time for me to 
even the score." 

"Yes, daddy," Roz whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Lyn asked 
her husband. "Shit! I've been hot for the kid for years now," Paul admitted. 
"I just didn't have the guts to come out with it before. But if my baby 
wants to be fucked by her daddy, then I think I should definitely do it." 

"Do it, Paul," Donna smiled. "Go on and do it! Fuck Roz, just like you 
fucked me. You have a terrific cock, and it really did good things to me. 
It'd be wrong not to let Roz know how good you can make a woman feel." 

Richard smiled to himself. He knew Paul was going to give in and fuck Roz. 
What was more, he was going to join in this first time. He quietly stepped 
out of the room and went to the bathroom where he found a tube of K-Y jelly. 
Dropping his pants and taking off the rest of his clothing, he smeared the 
jelly all over his cock. Then he returned to the guest bedroom. 

Paul was almost on the verge of letting morality break through his 
uninhibitedness. Gail had taken the precaution of getting him another drink 
which he tossed off quickly enough, and then he turned to look at his 
daughter again. Roz saw she might be on the verge of losing him after coming 
so close, and she said, "Daddy doesn't really want me. He just said all 
those things to make me feel good." 

"That's not true," Paul insisted, heavily perspiring. "Don't talk like 
that." 

"We all love you, darling," Lyn said to her daughter. 

"Sure," Roz told her. "It's easy for you to talk. You're my mother, and you 
can tell me how much you like me without making love to me. But if daddy 
really loved me, he'd prove it." 

"Hey, I love you," her father insisted. 

"Well I'm going to prove I love her even more," Richard said, coming closer 
to her, his upstanding cock sticking out, all shiny, covered with the jelly. 

"What are you going to do?" Paul asked. "I'm going to fuck your lovely 
daughter in the ass," Richard replied. "I've already fucked her cunt and her 
mouth, and her ass is all that's left. If you want her cunt, I'm leaving it 
for you." 

"Yes, yes, fuck her in the ass," Donna laughed. "Then, when I'm ready for 
it, you can fuck me back there too, daddy." 

"You want to bugger my daughter?" Paul roared. "Why not?" Lyn asked. "You've 
done it to me often enough." Richard took Roz over to the bed and made her 
kneel on it, dog style. Gail, watching, was reminded of the way Paul had 
fucked her, but she knew her husband was going to. fuck the lovely 
eighteen-year-old girl in an entirely different hole. 

Roz knelt like a bitch-in-heat, and everyone else there watched in total 
fascination as Richard slowly spread her asscheeks to reveal the delicate 
webbing of her light-brown anal pucker. Beyond the little crinkle was the 
rich pinkness of her inner assflesh. Without looking at the others, Richard 
centered his thrusting cock on the ring, and began pushing. Gail held her 
breath. She occasionally allowed her husband to do this to her, but not in 
this position. He had to either use the standard man-on-top position, or she 
had to sit on his cock and let it slide into her asshole. 

Roz forced herself to hold perfectly still, her face tensing as she 
anticipated the same kind of ripping pain in her ass that she had felt the 
day Richard had initially popped her cherry. She shoved back with her hips, 
holding her arms very stiffly out as he best friend's father shoved forward. 
Everyone in the room held their breath as the pressure of the cock against 
her asshole mounted. 

"Ooooooh!" the beautiful brunette teenager exclaimed as the fleshy head of 
the man's throbbing prick broke through the resisting anal ring. Her heavy 
panting suddenly became the only sound in the room. Perspiration broke out 
all over her as she struggled to help him ram cock the rest of the way into 
her. 

"Ohhhhh ... hhhhhuuuunnnnhhhh ... Jesus!" the man cried as the length of his 
prick was swallowed up by the young girl's ass. He reached around to grab 
her heavy, dangling breasts as they pendantly waved in the air beneath her 
body. Roz panted, waiting, and then Richard lunged forward one more time, 
almost knocking the lovely girl flat as his cock entered her to the hilt. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she gasped, making everyone wonder just what it was she 
was feeling at that moment, pierced as she was to the very depths of her 
bowels. The jelly on Richard's cock had taken all the torment away, and he 
began plunging his penis in and out very rapidly. As a result, Roz sighed, 
"Yes, yes, that feels so good." 

Gail, Lyn, and Paul all looked at one another, their mouths hanging open, 
astounded that Roz was taking to ass-fucking so easily. The two women knew 
Paul needed a little bit more encouragement before he did anything, and so 
they began stripping. Paul, seeing them undress, followed suit. The only one 
to remain clothed was Donna, and that would only be for today. Tomorrow she 
would be ready to join in the fun. She had already started taking the Pill, 
and Roz would be doing the same, very shortly. 

"Oh that feels good, really good," Roz was gasping. "Richard, you really 
know how to use that thick, long penis of yours. Oh yes, yes," she burbled. 

Richard, seeing the other getting undressed, tilted the girl on her side, 
while lying on his side. Her back was arched and her legs were still bent, 
and Richard was pounding his throbbing cock in and out of her tender 
rear-end. She reached behind her and touched Richard's hip, letting him know 
how much she appreciated what he was doing. 

Seeing Paul now totally naked, Richard gripped Roz and tugged her on top of 
him as he rolled onto his back. Not once did he lose a stroke. She 
immediately began rotating her lovely hips in a rapid, circular motion, 
digging her feet flatly into the mattress of the bed, bouncing up and down 
on the shaft impaling her asshole. Richard was holding onto her full breasts 
as if for leverage. 

"Come on, Paul," he called to the simian-looking man. "Fuck her cunt!" 

"Yes, daddy, show me you love me," Roz called to her father. "Fuck me, 
daddy, fuck me!" She reached between her thighs with her right hand and 
touched her vaginal labia. They were soaked with the bubbling juices she was 
emitting, and she massaged the fluid against her palpitating clitoris. 

Thinking this was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen, Paul felt 
his cock swelling another in or so. He knelt between Richard's legs which 
were very widely spread between his daughter's. Roz's legs were so wide 
apart, she almost did a ballet split. His daughter's hot cuntlips were wide 
open, as tantalizing as his wife's had ever been, dripping heavy quantities 
of fluid down the insides of her thighs onto her asscheeks, and onto the 
groin of the man beneath her. Her cunt looked like a salivating mouth that 
was anxious to swallow her father's throbbing cock. But it was a rich, coral 
mouth with pouting folds that beckoned the drunken man closer. Paul leaned 
forward and touched the head of his throbbing cock to it, feeling the heat 
his daughter was emitting. He had to admit there was nothing more delicious 
than probing into a cunt that was soaking wet with inviting oils. God! He 
had fantasized about fucking his daughter for so long, he found it 
impossible to believe this was all true. God! Was he ever primed! 

Deciding her father was taking too damn much time, and afraid he might back 
out at the last moment, Roz reached forward, digging her fingers into her 
father's asscheeks with both hands, and with a strength she never knew she 
had, she pulled him into her, his thick prick forcing her wall wider than 
ever, making her feel everything more strongly because of the cock in her 
rectum. The penis entered her narrow inlet with a sucking noise as it 
impaled her and immediately sank to its full length in her waiting depths. 
Almost immediately it began plundering in and out of her cunt, keeping in 
rhythm with the cock fucking her ass. 

"OHHHH ... YES ... YES ... YES ... Roz gurgled with delight, feeling the 
wonderful pulsations in her tight quim quicken as her loving daddy ramrodded 
his shaft deeper and deeper into her. 

At the same time the pressure from the cock driving in and out of her ass 
built the thrills even higher in her shuddering body. She savored the 
feeling of being jointly staked by the two masculine skewers, realizing 
there was even a form of love emanating from Richard. 

The two mothers gaped at what was happening, feeling a mixture of envy and 
fear. Would they lose their husband to their daughters, or was it possible, 
now that everything was out in the open, that the two men would do this very 
same thing to the both of them? 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Roz moaned, the pleasure in her voice undeniable. 

"God! This is getting me hot," Gail gasped, now as naked as Lyn, feeling her 
own vagina. "What can we do?" 

"If we can't have the men, we can use ourselves," Lyn suddenly decided. "If 
you want to call it lesbianism or anything else, that's your prerogative, 
but I'm so hot I'll settle for any kind of sex." 

"What are you talking about?" Gail asked, sitting in the room's lone chair, 
an overstuffed Morris chair that had once been in the living room. Without 
another word, Lyn fell to her knees between Gail's thighs and forced the 
blonde woman to part her legs all the wider. Gail flinched in surprise when 
the alien lips of a female began nibbling at the ragged edges of her 
seething pussy, but she didn't look down. She merely canted her hips forward 
a bit as she spread her thighs so that they were each over an arm of the 
chair. She placed her hands on Lyn's head, her gaze all the while riveted on 
the erotic sight taking place on the bed. Her husband was under the 
beautiful girl who looked so much like the woman nibbling her own pussy, 
while the girl's father, Gail's new-found paramour, was fucking wildly into 
her cunt. Each time he pulled back, the ragged pink edges of Roz's pussy 
were openly splayed. There was a demonic grin on the face of Richard, her 
husband, as he continued driving his throbbing cock in and out of Roz's ass. 
There was a primitive oneness taking place in this room, and Gail was almost 
afraid of it. She was worried things would sexually get out of hand. 

Only Donna seemed calm and unhurried. Though the sight of all this had her 
naturally aroused, she was intelligent enough to know she was in no shape to 
do anything, and as a result, she remained patient. Her own time would come. 

The dually fucked Roz was sighing out in ever-higher decibels, gasping and 
panting. She let herself go, overindulged in cock for the moment. She began 
howling and bucking with desire, fucking forward into the length of her 
father's prick, and slamming downward into the stanchion of Richard's cock. 
With each driving, digging stroke she seemingly counterpunched, taking 
everything they had, and more. 

"Anh ... anh ... anh ... anh ... anh ... anh...." she chanted in time with 
the buildup taking place in her belly., helping her toward her explosion. 
The climb within her was increasing, moving at a faster pace than ever, 
moving even faster than the way the two men were fucking into her twin 
orifices. 

The three of them were groaning and grunting, panting uncontrollably, unable 
to help themselves. They were gasping out a total rendition of an erotic 
sonata, completely oblivious to life or persons outside their triangle for 
the moment. 

"I'm going to come ... I'm going to come ... ohhhhh ... it's so good ... so 
good ... YYYYAAANNNGGGHHHHAAARRR-GGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUU 
WWWWWAAAAANNN-GGGAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHGGGHHH!" Paul bellowed, lying on his 
daughter, slobbering all over her breasts, chewing her nipples as he fired a 
burning load of flooding semen into the steaming center of her seething 
cunt, his throbbing prick tightly gripped by the beautiful Roz's flailing, 
pulsating vagina as she attained her own satisfaction-a dual orgasm shooting 
through her, both front and rear. 

"EEEEEEYYYYYIIIIIAAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAWWWWAAAAIIIIIYYYYAAAAAIIIIII-EEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUUWWWWWEEEEEAAAAAGGGGHHHHa
... DADDDDDYYYY...." she shrieked. "I CAN FEEL ITTTT ... IN MY CUNT ... IN 
MY ASSSSSS ... OHHHH...." Gail felt Lyn's tongue probing all the more deeply 
in her own vagina. The latter caught the blonde's clitoris between her lips 
in what felt like a bite but was actually an overpowering sucking. Shocking 
thrills pervaded her body, and she smiled at her husband and shouted to him, 
"Shoot in her ass, darling! Shoot!" 

"HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW-AAAAANNNNGGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!"l
Richard bellowed and blasted liquid fire into the seething depths of the 
lovely Roz's rectum. The quaking cock swelled as it fired blast after blast 
into the flooding tunnel as the man gripped her saliva-wet breasts, holding 
to them for leverage as he thrust upward, squeezing her nipples now that 
Paul had finished sucking on them. 

The three now lay in a sticky, oozing heap on the bed, all of them breathing 
and panting heavily, the sound of their heartbeats audible in the rest of 
the room. They lay silent, listening to the sounds made by two women. 

"Are you sure this isn't lesbianism?" Gail asked, feeling herself sliding 
from the chair until she was lying on the floor. "I still have heterosexual 
desires," Lyn assured her, "but there is no cock available now, so I'll 
settle for eating your cunt until you climax." 

Gail sat up and grabbed Lyn by the hair. When the brunette was tugged up, 
Gail kissed her solidly on the mouth, tasting her juices on Lyn's lips. She 
smiled at the brunette and said, "If we're going to do this, let's do it 
right and eat each other." 

Initially, when Paul caught the movement of the two women out of the corner 
of his eye, he was unable to tell who was whom, since, hair flying, making 
all kinds of snorting sounds through their noses, they looked like nothing 
more than a tangle of arms and legs. 

Richard also saw the two women on the floor, rolling around. He knew Paul 
had felt his orgasm more intensely than he, Richard had, because this was 
Paul's daughter the two of them had fucked. But looking at the two women 
seemed to light a fire inside him. 

Slowly but surely he began wriggling out from under Paul and Roz. He 
recognized the fact that it was his wife who was lying on top of Lyn. She 
had the lovely brunette doubled back, legs pinioned under her arms, the 
woman's almost hairless snatch spread wide with her thumbs. Gail was just as 
hungrily gobbling the feminine delicacy of Lyn's cunt as he himself had once 
eaten Roz's. Her tongue was licking up every drop that was flooding from the 
darker woman's dripping center. 

At the same time Lyn had her arms around Gail's slender hips, hanging on 
tightly since Gail's hips were high in the air and waggling wildly from side 
to side. Her knees were wide apart and she was humping her ass up and down 
in a wild motion of fucking as Gail sucked her pussy and she sucked Gail's. 
The two of them made loud, lascivious noises that sent chills shuddering up 
and down Richard's spine. 

Paul rolled off his daughter, and Roz sat up on the bed. Along with Richard 
they watched, astonished at what was taking place between the two women. 

"You know," Donna said to Roz. "This is something you and I will have to try 
sometime in the future." 

"I'm game," Roz nodded. The two lust-maddened women on the floor murmured 
lasciviously and gurgled deep in their throats, their reaching tongues 
trying hard to bring one another to that peak of peaks, each assaying to 
attempt the perfect response from the center of the other, and obviously 
both were succeeding. 

Gail alternately probed Lyn's passion pit, licking the exterior of her cunt 
until there were no visible juices with an unbelievably long tongue for such 
a slender woman. Then she backed off to suck slurpingly at the extension of 
Lyn's clitoris. At the same time, Lyn, underneath, firmly clung to Gail's 
slender hips and opened her mouth as wide as possible to suck the entire 
length of the blonde's steaming cunt. 

Gail, the soft underside of her tongue swishing over the folds of Lyn's 
labia, then returned to the outstanding clitoris, flicking her tongue 
against the little protrusion consistently. Her hands bore down on the backs 
of Lyn's legs as if intent on splitting her wide apart. 

Lynn's body suddenly began convulsing, jerking spasmodically as her spine 
seemingly went haywire and her vagina began inwardly contracting. Lynn threw 
her head back and shouted, 
"AAAIIIEEE-YYYAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHHH!"c
Then she clamped her own mouth tightly against Gail's pulsing vagina after 
she had taken a deep breath. She began whipping her open mouth from side to 
side, licking frothily with her tongue, as if trying to suck the vaginal 
meat of Gail's interior out of her. 

Gasping out a series of, "OOOOF! AAAHHH-MMM! YOWWWFFFFF!" Gail whipped her 
back, tightly gripped though it was, lifting first one buttock, then the 
other as she rolled from side to side, her nipples pressing down against 
Lyn's belly as she appeared to want solely to want to shake the brunette 
loose and roll away from her. But she spread her thighs even farther apart, 
causing her cunt to slam down into Lyn's face, causing the darker woman's 
head to bounce against the floor-carpeting again and again. Gail's partially 
reared torso shuddered, her small, round breasts swinging gently as she 
screamed, "YES ... Y&S ... YES ... THAT'S IIIITTTT ... II'MMMM ... THERE ... 
I'M THERE ... YES ... YES ... OHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... 
GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHH AAANNNGGGHHHHHH!" Then she simply collapsed 
as if her insides had been sucked out of her, her body visibly sagging as 
she simply lay on top of Lyn, finally rolling off to one side. 

All the participants in the room were speechless for the moment. Donna was 
the only one capable of saying anything, but she knew she really had nothing 
to say. All this had started simply because she had told Roz how much she 
wanted to have an affair with Roz's father. If she was sorry for anything it 
was simply that she wasn't a participant in all this. 

She was startled out of her reverie when she heard her own mother say, "All 
right, which one of you macho men is going to fuck me in the ass?" 

"Please...." Paul said to Richard. "This time it's my turn to get the back 
door." 

"Be my guest," Richard smiled. "Guest, hell!" Paul laughed. "From now on all 
four of these cunts, mouths, and assholes belong to the both of us, for at 
least as long as the girls live with us. When they marry, I guess we'll have 
to settle for simple wife-swapping." 

"The hell you will," Lyn snapped. "After my daughter's wedding night, I get 
first dibs at her husband." 

"And I get second," Gail insisted. 

"I'll settle for third," Donna admitted, "just as long as you remember that 
when I get married, the man is my groom, and I get him before any one of you 
cock-hungry females." 

"Then it'll be my turn to get first dibs after my daughter of course," Gail 
laughed. 

"You know, if we really want to have ourselves a ball, we ought to start a 
neighborhood swap club," Lyn suggested. "I don't think so, her husband 
objected. "We're better off keeping this among ourselves, for now. Don't be 
too quick to spread the happiness we've found. Don't forget, what we have, 
we have because we each want to make all the others happy. Bringing in 
outsiders who don't go along with our way of thinking might be a very bad 
idea." 

"I go along with Paul," Richard nodded. "I think right now we all have 
enough. I mean, in a few years the girls will be getting married, and in all 
probability we'll have their husbands joining in. So everything'll even 
itself out and you girls won't feel you're being shortchanged. In the 
meantime, you certainly can't complain about the way Paul and I give 
service." 

"Daddy's right," Donna interrupted. "If we bring in outsiders, who knows, 
but the men may be short and skinny where it counts. Then how do you get rid 
of them? It's easy enough to start a swap club, but it's very difficult to 
end one." 

"Donna has a point," Roz agreed. "I mean, you know she and I won't marry any 
man until we find him satisfactorily endowed, cockwise. Once they're in the 
family, believe me, they'd have to be pretty dumb to want to tell anyone 
else what's going on." 

"I don't see either of these girls marrying anyone that dumb," Richard 
insisted. 

"Richard's right," Paul nodded. "After all, look who they chose to have 
their affairs with." 

"You know," Gail snapped. "You two are doing an awful lot of talking and 
very little fucking. 

How about a little sodomy, Paul?" 

"One cock, coming right up ... your ass," Paul laughed as he moved toward 
Gail, and everyone else watched with renewed interest. 


THE END
