The Lecherous Woman
by Jackson Robard 


FOREWORD 

The human mind abounds with weaknesses, particularly weaknesses of the 
flesh. Jackson Robard, in his inimitable manner, has given us in The 
Lecherous Woman a vivid and most psychologically disturbing insight into 
just how true this age old axiom really is. No man is immune from these 
carnal weaknesses, nor is any woman, and Mr. Robard, in all his candor, 
leads us skillfully into the forbidden world of the lecher (ess), the 
pedophiliac, and the most frowned upon taboo of Natural Law, incest. 

In the days before sex was considered suitable for scientific investigation, 
all thinking about it was dominated by certain assumptions derived mainly 
from religious teachings. 

These assumptions were many, but one in particular, elaborated into a dogma 
called Natural Law. Accordingly, it was determined that the only normal 
function of sexuality was procreation, and once the dogma was established it 
became necessary to label even common sexual practices abnormal and immoral 
because they were believed to represent a turning away from Natural Law. 
Later, these practices became known as "perversions", and as might be 
expected, the list of "perversions" was a long one. 

Today's scientific investigation of sexual behavior lends little support to 
the dogma of Natural Law. Indeed, the more scientific study made, the 
clearer it becomes that such concepts are absurdly naive, misleading and, in 
the long run, concluding that if the acts labeled "perverse" are in fact 
"perverse", then "perversion" is as common as "natural" sex. For few are the 
men and women who confine their sexual behavior to exclusively procreative 
contacts. 

Interpreting man to himself must surely be one of the greatest rewards of 
being a novelist. Any reader who has been faced with these or similar 
problems, either in himself or in someone close to him, needs to know that 
he is not alone. Others before and many after will follow the same paths. 
Written between the lines of this book is an awareness of basic humanity and 
its adjustment to changing circumstances. The sexual variant needs to know 
that he is not necessarily condemned, that both help and understanding are 
available. 

The underlying strata of truth that Mr. Robard's skilled pen probes in this 
work will do more than leave the reader wondering...it will leave him 
hoping, for there is a better way, as every fervent soul of the young 
generation continues to shout at the top of his lungs! 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER 1 

Linda Farley felt very much like the lecher that she was, providing the 
feminine gender could be labeled as lecherous, and that was a matter of 
grammatical interpretation when one spoke correctly, she remembered, the 
ridiculous thought drawing an intoxicating smile to her generous mouth. If 
there was anything at that particular moment that she was not willing to 
involve herself with, it was her ever-fading knowledge of the rhetoric; that 
she could well leave to the politicians. 

With confidence, she eased the new Caddy around the bend of the graded dirt 
road, not really hurrying, knowing that she had left in plenty of time. 
Keith had kept the station-wagon, giving her, Paul, and Kim, and the use of 
the luxurious chariot she maneuvered so easily, a typical thoughtful ness of 
her not-yet two-year married husband, while he remained in San Marco Point 
conducting the jewelry business he had spent decades building, and she, with 
his children, enjoyed the fruits of his labor at their summer place on Lake 
Monica. 

What a beautiful man he was...at a handsome fiftyish age when men who were, 
knew it, and proved it...yet, at the same time were not beyond pouring out 
their heart and their failings. Keith had done that...unburdened himself in 
one revealing sentence, begging for her help...which, in essence, was 
probably why they were there in June rather than July. 

Although she didn't dwell upon it, there was a certain amount of 
satisfaction in knowing that she was not the only lecherous member of their 
team, and his...his was banned by all measure of righteousness; still, she 
understood. 

Kim was a beautiful girl...not ordinarily beautiful, but spectacularly, 
enticingly beautiful, and she was only fifteen...his own daughter! 

Linda smiled to herself, tugging at her little miniskirt to allow more 
leg-room as she eased along the road. She felt tremendously secure. She was 
even driving on their very own private roadway that led from the highway to 
the cottage. Only Reed Jarvis and his family lived on their land at the 
mouth of the road...Reed Jarvis! God, the thought of him could give one 
tremors! 

It was a name she had heard numerous times...Reed Jarvis...Keith had often 
spoken of him in admiration of sorts, then went on to say that he looked 
after his place near Cold Spring. Presently, he with his twin sons, was 
clearing the land adjacent to the cottage in preparation for the ell that 
Keith wanted built on to it. That very morning, she had said to him: "Save 
that small pine, will you, Mr. Jarvis? It's beautiful. It'll make welcome 
shade.. . . " 

"If the Lord wills it, Mrs. Farley, it will stand!" he had boomed, his 
resonant voice like thunder. 

And she had said no more...merely stared at him, then, quietly slipped 
away.. . . 

Now, at that very moment, she was planning to seduce his young teen-aged 
son! Cod, the utter audacity of it, she thought, trying to comprehend the 
extent of her own brazen assurance...for what else was it if not that? Plain 
lust? Yes...plain lust...but a diversionary lust, and she was thankful for 
it! She would not, absolutely would not, try to seduce her own stepson Paul! 
That had been her secret vow and she would adhere to it! 

God! It made no difference anyway, did it? As long as they were young and 
vibrant, with hard, virile penises that she could suck down into the depths 
of her throat and taste their sperm...their young fresh cum.. . ! The 
ultimate...their screaming moment of youthful ejaculation! And that was her 
depraved curse, the uncontrollable perversion that kept her venerably 
teetering on the brink of disaster! 

A week past, she had reached the deniable age of thirty; her long raven 
hair, ivory-like complexion, and statuesque symmetrical proportions belied 
the truth. Linda was not unaware of her sensuous beauty...in fact, hadn't 
she used it tormentingly enough among the male factions of their circle of 
friends and neighbors...? Yes, and paid the price, too...but she didn't want 
to think of that horrible night, not at this beautiful moment of sexual 
anticipation..! 

Both were such handsome boys...Birt and Garth Jarvis...identical twins of 
perhaps fifteen, muscular, young blond adonises, and she hardly cared which 
one came along. The presence, or absence, of the scar on Garth's cheek would 
identify him to her, and there was little doubt but what her planned ruse 
was going to work, at least, in the first stage. The rest, as always, would 
be a test of her seductive capabilities, and sometimes, that she enjoyed as 
much as the aggressive seducement itself. 

Since their own arrival at the cottage two days past, and finding the father 
and sons there working, Linda had felt the undeniable urge building inside 
her. While her stepdaughter and son spent their time on the beach, she had 
lain around languorously, decorating the screened veranda in her skimpy 
bikini, watching and studying the two handsome boys' every move, the 
adolescent desire in their glancing eager eyes assuring her that conquest 
was possible, yet at the same time she couldn't help but cringe before the 
blazing glare of their father's massive, bearded expression when it 
occasionally fell upon her. The giant of a man truly frightened her; still, 
she had refused to let his fierceness thwart her scheme. 

It had quickly become apparent that each day one of the boys took their 
pickup truck and drove to their home once around ten o'clock in the morning 
and again around two-thirty in the afternoon. The purpose of the trips, 
Linda had decided, was to pick up their noon lunches and in the afternoon to 
drive Jenny, their year-older sister, into Cold Spring for shopping and the 
like. It was the afternoon trip that she had decided would be the more 
feasible and allow the most time for what she had in mind... 

And presently, Linda thought, that moment was at hand. She brought the Caddy 
to a near-stop on the shoulder of the road some fifty yards from the narrow 
logging tributary that turned off into the wood. A glance in the rearview 
mirror showed no sign of the truck as yet, A ripple of licentious excitement 
agitated her belly. She opened the door and stepped out, the warm rustle of 
the California breeze playing with her long titan tresses, the silent hush 
of the countryside adding to her aroused electrification. Unhesitantly, she 
then set about letting the air from the left front tire. . . . 

* * * 

Jenny Jarvis had decided to walk up the back way along the logging road and 
meet her brother; it was such a beautiful day and she loved to stroll alone 
through the wood. Besides, she needed its therapeutic aid. She had left the 
house and the drudgery of its wearisome atmosphere early to allow herself 
leisure time for this singular enjoyment her narrow, father-dominated 
existence allowed, and once inside the tunnel-like shadows of the stately, 
whispering trees her somber mood, as always, quickly brightened. 

She was a fetchingly attractive girl at sixteen, the inexpensive and 
shapeless clothes her puritanical father expected her to wear unable to 
conceal her firm, curvaceous young body. Secretly, of course, she always 
performed alterations with needle and thread here and there, taking in the 
bodice and waist, and shortening the hemline as much as she dared. It always 
surprised her that he never seemed to reprimand her, for certainly he 
noticed...the way she would sometimes catch him looking at her...especially 
if he'd had more than his usual amount of hard cider... 

Unlike her brothers who had inherited their mother's Nordic fairness, Jenny 
had the auburn hair and slightly freckled complexion of her father, an 
almost rust-colored wealth of lengthy locks that ovaled her face and tumbled 
about her shoulders and back. She saw the world through avid and ash-rimmed, 
emerald-green eyes...romantic and hopeful eyes that were only dulled by the 
inbred fear of her narrow-praying, apocalyptic, ill-tempered father. 

She hardly remembered her mother who had died ten years before in that very 
same bleak little house, but what Jenny did recall of that beautiful woman 
was in direct contrast to what her father would have her and her brothers 
believe...that their mother had taken poison rather than face a life of 
God-fearing, honest poverty with him and her children...and it was during 
his cider-indulgent sprees that he dwelled the most on the subject, spewing 
his Biblical fire-and-brimstone at the three of them, as if he suspected 
them of some illicit or incestual evil, while his flaming eyes raked over 
her voluptuous budding young body with a gross-ness that she could never 
understand...until finally he would go to the town of Boswell for several 
days... 

In truth, she sometimes severely reproved herself for letting her own secret 
passionate desires run away with her...when the tiny tingles would come 
alive up between her legs and she would find herself in the darkness of her 
room gently stroking the moist and sensitive pink flesh inside her tight 
young vaginal slit...stroking and caressing in narcissistic excitement until 
the tremendous rushing release came over to her... But it was not a common 
habit, and of late she had forced herself to control it, her walks through 
the wood helping whenever she felt the satanic urge, which was one of the 
reasons she had left the house early to meet whichever of the twins who 
would come to drive her into Cold Spring...and already she had begun to feel 
a lessening of her tensions. 

The narrow, two-rutted logging road swept in a continuous arc from the rear 
of her father's house to the private Farley road some quarter of a mile in 
distance, the small patch of wood a haven for birds and little animals, and 
Jenny ambled leisurely along enjoying it all. She would be all right now, 
she knew, at least until tonight in the privacy of her bed, and then she 
would have to exercise super-restraint again. , . . 

Hello...! What was that...? 

Jenny stopped short at the sight of the tan automobile parked beside the 
private road as she began to emerge from the wood. It was the Farley car, 
the big beautiful limousine that Paul and Kim, whom she had met the 
afternoon before in Cold Spring, had been driving...and that was Mrs. Farley 
hunched down near the left front wheel....What was she doing...? A flat 
tire, maybe...? But no... Whatever in the world...? She seemed to be letting 
the air from it.. . ! 

Curiously, Jenny moved close to the concealing protection of a large elm to 
watch, the mental reflection of Paul Farley reminding her of his pleasing 
handsomeness. He couldn't be much over seventeen and was just home from 
Europe where he had been studying painting, his lovely sister had said while 
she clung to his arm. The latter display of affection had surprised her, 
mostly, she supposed, because her father would look on it as a blatant sign 
of a depraved relationship. Now, as she watched Mrs. Farley straighten up 
and smile to herself down at the useless wheel, it occurred to Jenny that 
she was as strikingly lovely as her golden-haired stepdaughter... Obviously, 
she was not her real mother, she was too young-appearing herself.. . maybe 
twenty-five or so...and Jenny had seen Mr. Farley when he had come to their 
house right after buying the cottage to ask her father to look after it for 
him. Lord, he was old enough, it seemed, to be this woman's father.. . ! 

Whatever in the world she was up to, it made no sense to Jenny, and she 
decided to remain hidden until it did... 

* * * 

Linda didn't have long to wait before the red pickup made its appearance. 
She assumed a stance of hands-on-hips disgust and stood glaring down at the 
flattened tire as the small truck approached at an ever decreasing speed. 
Then, she looked up and with a warm smile greeted the blond-headed boy with 
the open shirt who quickly jumped out from the stopped vehicle. She saw no 
facial scar; it was Birt. 

"Trouble, Mrs. Farley...? " 

"Wouldn't you know...a flat tire, and miles from anything," Linda said. 
"Lord, am I glad to see you! I'm completely at loss about such things... " 

The fair-skinned boy offered a shy, flushed-cheek grin, "No problem if you 
have a spare, ma'am," he said, joining her to look down at the tire 
diagnostically. "Probably picked up a nail. 

. . . Do you have a spare...? " 

My God, he was a desirable young boy! Linda thought, her striking, sultry 
eyes devouring his youthful masculinity at close range, while she held out 
her slender hands in a palms-up gesture of helplessness. "Honestly, I don't 
know, Birt," she said, purposely using his name for its intimate shock value 
and the little light that had flickered in his pale-blue eyes advised her 
that he was pleased at being readily identified. 

"I-I'm sure there is one," he stammered, rubbing the palms of his hands 
against the faded levis covering his strong young thighs. "Y-You just take 
it easy and I'll have it changed in a couple of minutes... " 

Momentarily, Linda stood by in silence, watching him take over with 
confidence. With her keys, he opened the truck and found the spare, while 
the excitement increased inside her at his every movement. She was hardly 
conscious of the tiny lecherous smile playing about her lush lips, or the 
mounting expressive gleam in her eyes as they dwelt upon the powerfully 
developing muscles of his tanned arms below the completely cutaway sleeves 
of his open shirt. Then, when he lifted out the wheel, she saw the golden 
thatch of hair beneath his arm, the erotic sight causing additional 
fermentations to race through her. 

"You're a darling to do this for me, Birt," she said, her words immediately 
causing his handsome young face to blush once more. "Maybe...maybe I can do 
something to repay you... " 

"H-Heck...that isn't necessary, Mrs. Farley," he managed, rolling the tire 
past her, then hustling back for the jack. "Pa would sure be angry at me if 
I didn't," he said; then, looking up at her, he quickly added; "Though, that 
isn't the reason...I mean, well I'm happy to be of help to you...like this, 
that is . . . . " 

Linda couldn't help but smile broadly at his embarrassment. "I know exactly 
what you mean, Dear . . . " She paused dramatically for a moment. "But.. . 
do you know what I mean...? 

Again, he looked ftp at her from his kneeling position, his childlike clean 
face blank at first, its expression of baffled wonderment reminding her that 
he was just a boy, and in her lust for him she was moving too fast... 

Suddenly, he took the rock in his hand and imbedded it in the sandy 
shoulder, placing the jack-base on top of it. He worked industriously, not 
looking at her, levering the left front of the car skillfully into the 
air... 

But with every passing moment, Birt's mind was receiving his full, if 
confused, reasoning powers. His skilled young hands performed their tasks 
automatically, while his mental capacities labored diligently over her 
words. 

What the devil had she meant? The look in her eyes...that hungry sexy smile 
on her pretty face...and if he turned around again he knew he would be 
looking right up in under that tiny skirt she was wearing, because he just 
had! Cripes! He'd seen the soft white flesh of her thighs above her nylons, 
and the tiny puffed out wisp of thin white panties covering her pubic hair! 
She had to know it, too! God, Pa would kill him if he ever...! 

"Tell me, Dear, is your father as strict as he appears?" he heard her 
question softly. 

Birt didn't avert his fixed eyes from the lug-nuts he was spinning onto 
their bolts, but he answered her. "Pa has his own viewpoints on things...and 
yes, they're strict." 

"Does he allow you to go out with girls...or Jenny to go out with boys?" 

That brought his head around and she was that close that again he looked 
right up her tiny skirt at all of her erotic loveliness before he could tear 
his eyes away and force them upward onto her beautiful face. "Pa doesn't 
believe in that sort of thing. He says...says it's an evil society's way of 
tempting the youth of our great country away from the ways of the Lord." He 
couldn't help the bitterness he felt in his sudden emotional strain, and he 
added through partially clenched teeth: "He believes it's all a communist 
plot to destroy the United States and depose God amongst his faithful!" 

Linda felt his rancor deeper than she ever would have anticipated. She had 
been right about the massive man with the reddish and flowing mane of 
white-streaked reddish hair! He was a fanatic...to be feared more than 
pitied! But...but she wasn't about to let him thrust his unknowing, unseeing 
eyes of vindictive wrath into the heart of her seductive plans! The words 
alone of this delicious young boy were enough to let her know he was 
ready...and what was more, she would stake her life that he was still a 
virgin! God! What a fulfilling possession he was going to add to her list of 
youthful conquests...! 

"Do you believe these things, Birt dear?" she spoke softly down at him. 

He couldn't think of words to answer her. He was still on his knees by 
choice, the tire repaired, but from his position he could without effort see 
the narrowing portion of her smooth white panties that snugly encased her 
cunt and pubic hair up between her beautifully shaped legs. True, he had 
accidentally caught glimpses of Jenny without her bra, or in the bath and 
seen the frizzy little hair starting to grow between her legs, but that was 
different! Jenny was his sister! 

But this beautiful married woman...whatever she was...maybe even a daughter 
of Satan as Pa said...was leading him toward something his physical body 
wanted and needed! Cripes, he was human, wasn't he...? 

Slowly, he got to his feet and Linda moved close to take his hand. "You 
darling...both of you...your brother and yourself, I'm going to be your 
girlfriend. You need me, baby, need me bad before you destroy your whole 
life." she said, knowing that every suggestive word she spilled into his ear 
was having its effect, the salacious sensations pouring through her stabbing 
like bolts of lightning up between her thighs. God, she had never known such 
a perfectly enchanting seduction. 

"Put everything away, Darling. Then, we'll go down that little road 
there...Will it be all right...? " 

"There...there's a place to park," Birt heard himself reply, his cock 
twitching into final hardness in his pants. He started to say more but then 
she saw the movement inside his Levi's and edged close until her pointed 
breasts were brushing his naked chest. He watched her hand lower, yet as it 
touched him there even with the material between, he realized that he'd 
never imagined such a jolt of utter excitement. And then, she leaned down 
and kissed him wetly on the mouth. 

"You lead the way, lover...I'll follow," she said, her breath like some 
sweet something he had never even imagined...! 

* * * 

In the beginning, when Birt had first driven up, Jenny had been little more 
than confused. Mrs. Farley was pretending she had a flat-tire But why, the 
sixteen year old girl could not imagine. It hardly made sense to let the air 
out of your own tire...Unless...? Oh God! 

Jenny had blended herself closer against the body of the tree. She watched, 
barely catching words, but relying more on their actions. Something 
mysterious was taking place in the immediate realm of her existence! Dear 
heavenly Lord! Pa would kill him if...if.. . ! But that was ridiculous! Birt 
would never...or...or would he? Birt. . . Garth...were they much different 
then she, herself, when they were alone in their room at night? 

Momentarily, she wondered... 

Birt rose to his feet and Mrs. Farley moved close to him. The car blotted 
out two-thirds of them, but not her teasing kiss! 

Jenny dug her nails into the palms of her hand. Something 
forbidden...something evil was going to happen! She watched both climb into 
their vehicles, then Birt drive the truck out around her car, leading the 
way and turning onto the logging road. Like a shadow, Jenny clung to the 
tree, as Mrs. Farley followed and Birt led the way to the ravine, turning in 
and stopping the truck motor. Then, Mrs. Farley did the same beside him, and 
Jenny could see Birt leave the pickup and walk to Mrs. Farley's car! 

In her young lifetime, Jenny had never known such a feeling of fascinated 
apprehension. Something awful, terrible, erotically beautiful, was about to 
take place before her very eyes, and she wondered if she would be able to 
cope with it...wondered, as she moved like a squirrel from tree to tree, 
what her reactions would be when she saw it happen...for truly, it was going 
to! 

* * * 

When he climbed into the car, he said, "I don't have much time, Mrs. Farley. 
I'm...I'm supposed to take Jenny for shopping in Cold Spring! Cripes, 
what'll I say to her?" 

"Tell her you were out with your girlfriend, Darling.. . or would you rather 
that I did?" 

"Oh...oh cripes, you don't understand," he said, fidgeting in the seat. 

Linda came at him then, her arms outstretched to engulf him, and he made no 
move. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth while her hand reached down 
to tenderly feel of and caress his hardness at the already swollen front of 
his jeans. She felt him jerk bodily to the intimate touch of her hand, a 
gasp escaping him, and she slipped her tiny tongue into his mouth, her thumb 
and forefinger tracing the length and thickness of his stiffened young 
penis. 

Wild sensations of lurid delight churned in Linda's belly at the generous 
feel of his rigid member, and as he trembled in her arms beneath her kiss 
and exploring fingers, she began to eagerly open his fly, her warm soft hand 
easing slowly inside to find and grasp the hot throbbing rod of his young 
cock-flesh. . . . 

"Oh damn...! Birt choked, the unbelievable spasms convulsing his whole body 
at the forbidden lewd contact of her warm, velvety hand clutching him there 
almost more than he could stand. Cripes, he wanted to cry! "P-Pa...he'll 
kill us both.. . ! " 

"No, darling," Linda whispered reassuringly, "he won't do anything, because 
he's not going to know. It's going to be yours and my secret.. . no one 
elses...And now Baby, I'm going to bring it out...play with it and kiss it 
for you...lick it with my tongue...even suck it with my mouth! Would you 
like that, my little baby...to have me suck it for you...? " 

"Oh...oh cripes almighty! Birt groaned, his handsome young face contorted in 
the building agony of his juvenile lust. "Y-Yes...yes, I want you to! Go 
ahead! Mrs. Farley, Please...suck it.. .suck it.. . ! " 

* * * 

Jenny had dropped to her knees and crawled on all-fours to the edge of the 
bush-lined embankment above the road, and from her voyeur's vantage point 
she could look directly down into the open window Farley's car. Although she 
could not see above their shoulders, the lower portions of both their bodies 
were completely visible to her, and being no more than ten feet away she 
could actually hear some of their conversation! 

"Oh Birt, darling...it's a little beautiful cock...beautiful!" Mrs. Farley 
gasped in a passionate voice. 

Jenny sensed every muscle in her curvaceous young body grow rigid as the 
lascivious statement with its lewd four-letter word registered in her mind, 
and she lay there staring wide-eyed in petrified disbelief. My God...! She 
had her brother's pants open and was holding his...his thing in her hand...! 
It...it was stiffened right out straight...the way she had seen both of her 
brothers several times when they were younger...and...and she was stroking 
it...moving her gasping hand up and down to slide its outer layer of flesh 
back and forth, exposing its reddish swollen head every time she drew her 
hand down! 

Jenny could barely breathe with the lump of electrified shock that had 
knotted in her throat. 

Her mouth was cotton-dry and her eyes began to burn from the strain she was 
putting them to. My God, was it possible? Was it really happening...? 
Ooohhh...Pa would murder him in cold blood...both of them...! 

"I-I'm scared...scared, Mrs. Farley!" Birt whimpered, his frightened tone 
drifting clearly to Jenny's ears. "My sister's waiting...it's getting 
late...and Pa's going to find out.. . ! " 

"Now, now, Baby, you just relax...Linda's going to make you the happiest boy 
in the world," Jenny heard Mrs. Farley reply, and saw her drawing up her 
tiny skirt and spreading her white, nylon-covered thighs apart then pulling 
at the wisp of her panties...tugging the little strip to one side until 
Jenny could actually see the dark hair-covered slit of her vagina...and she 
was putting Birt's hand right on it...in it! "There...I'll bet you've never 
felt a girl's pussy before have you? Now...I'm going to suck your cock for 
you, darling while you feel around and play with me there...and later, maybe 
I'll get up on top of you and let you put it in me there...Would you like 
that, little Lover? Have you ever fucked a girl...? " 

Jenny almost gasped aloud at the licentious sight and obscene sounds she was 
witnessing...forbidden salacious acts and filthy four-letter words that she 
had never heard spoken...even wondered how she knew their meaning...! 

"Cripes, no! I-I've never done it to anybody!" Birt exclaimed in a hoarse 
voice. 

"Nor had it sucked by a girl. . . ? " 

"No...not by anyone...honest!" 

"But you want me to, don't you, Darling...? " 

"Oh...oh cripes, I don't know...yes...I guess so...! " 

As she watched intently, Jenny saw her brother's hand and fingers begin to 
move in an exploring manner between Mrs. Farley's open thighs! She gaped 
with bated breath as they spread open the soft, hair-fringed lips of her 
vagina, then slipped between into the pink, wetly glistening flesh, and a 
twinge of excited tingles spread from her own belly downward between her 
soft thighs, as if his fingers were entering her there! 

Dear God! She hardly dared to even breathe unless she be discovered...Again, 
her eyes locked on her brother's hardened little rod of flesh that Linda 
Farley held gently between thumb and forefinger at its base, finally moving 
down to caress his testicles beneath! An uncontrollable galvanic burst of 
carnality charged through her as thoughts of the woman's stepson, Paul 
Farley, and what his thing would look like flashed in her mind. Would he 
have more hair than Birt had there? Would his...his balls be as 
big...and...and his thing as long and thick...? 

* * * 

As always, untold sensations of lecherous delight fluttered through Linda's 
soft belly and cunt while the excited young boy's venturesome fingers 
played, her hungry, sultry eyes filling themselves on the potent young cock 
beneath. It was sizeable, but not offensive...perhaps four and a half inches 
and thick for its length, its bulbous head a rich satiny purple at the tip 
where the tiny moist split creased it, the hood of its white, youthful 
foreskin hiding the enticing delicacy to give it all an air of erotic 
enchantment. 

God, he was truly a young Adonis with his golden pubic hair, and his tight, 
rounded, velvety balls! She couldn't bear to put it off any longer! She had 
to suck it until it exploded, squirting its hot, fresh young nectar into her 
mouth and throat! Nothing else mattered! 

* * * 

Emotionally, Birt Jarvis was somewhere between screaming out every obscenity 
he could think of, and crying like a baby! His groin ached and his cock 
throbbed unmercifully from the older woman's taunting hands, while his brain 
overflowed with immature, vernal lust at the sight and feel of her smooth, 
hair-fringed pussy flesh beneath his fingers! 

He had never before been remotely close to examining the secrets between a 
girl's legs, but God knows how he had wondered about it and wished it were 
possible, the thoughts alone had always been enough to set him off until he 
stroked his cock to release...and hating himself after for the sinful act of 
casting his seed upon the ground...a vile and wicked sin, his Pa said...but 
here he was, with his fingers actually right inside a hot, wet cunt...and 
the woman actually wanting him to while she played with his cock! 

Oh cripes! If Pa didn't find out and kill him, it would be a miracle! His 
soul would go straight to hell; he knew that for certain! On top of the 
shamefulness of what they were doing, she was a married woman! He was 
breaking commandments and committing unforgivable sins left and right...but 
man, he couldn't help himself! The exciting feel and lewd vision of her hot 
naked cunt with its pink, moist flesh and black silky pussy hair was 
irresistible! God, he'd like to bury his face right in it...shove his tongue 
between those soft, throbbing lips and taste the little wet drops he saw 
there! It was the most magnetic, provocative sight he had ever seen in his 
life...! 

"Are you ready, Darling?" he heard her whisper as she continued to stroke 
his cock. "I'm going to take it in my mouth and suck it now, and I'll have 
to move my pussy away for awhile, but I'll bring it back so that you can 
play with it later... " 

She was smiling at him...the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his 
life! Cripes, he was lost forever! He loved her...at least, at that moment, 
he did...but he knew how it would be after he shot out his stuff.. . ! 

She squirmed in the seat, moving over out of the reach of his hand so that 
she could lower her head in his lap, and as he watched her in lustful, 
tormented anticipation, he subconsciously brought his damp fingers to his 
nose and inhaled, the intoxicating vaginal aroma causing his cock to jerk 
wildly in her gently massaging hand. 

"Oooooh! Hurry Mrs. Farley, suck it, will you? Suck it?" he groaned as tears 
dribbled ungovernably down his cheeks. . . . 

 CHAPTER 2 

When Reed Jarvis was twelve years old he stole three pennies from his 
father's Sunday, church collection. He saw the copper coins lying on the 
library table in the cold, bleak room where his preacher-parent prepared his 
sermons, and without thought of the consequences, slipped them into his 
pocket. Of course, he had been accused and owned up to it. From that day 
forward, at precisely four o'clock in the afternoon every day, his father 
led him to the barn and horsewhipped him, a sadistic ritual the heart-less 
man continued in the name of God and His wrathful punishment for an 
unforgivable evil...continued until Reed was fifteen and a big strapping 
boy. 

The giant of a man with the red beard, blazing eyes, and flowing mane of 
white-streaked, rust-colored hair, never endured a day when his mind did not 
fill with those terrible memories, as it did at that very moment while he 
swung the biting axe furiously, its keen edge of wedged steel chewing away 
huge chunks of the tree's doomed body. He had long ago resigned himself to 
the fact that he was destined to burn in hell-fire for all eternity...not 
for the three pennies he had stolen, but for the terrible beating he had 
given his father on his fifteenth birthday, a beating that had led to the 
man's death one week later. 

Neither then, nor presently, was there the slightest remorse in his heart 
for what he had done, only that he had done it and must pay the inexpiable 
price with his very soul. Yet, in penance, he had vowed that his children 
would walk in the ways of the Lord, and that he would devote the remainder 
of his life at hard labor and in poverty, destroying evil wherever he saw it 
rearing its ugly, wicked head...and the good Lord was well aware that he saw 
it in the wanton face and sensuous body of that Farley woman! 

As yet, he was not certain of the blonde stepdaughter, for there was an 
innocence about her lovely young face that confused him, and even though she 
barely covered her lush, tempting body with tiny sinful strips of cloth, she 
did not flaunt herself before his sons or himself like a brazen hussy, as 
Keith Farley's young wife had done for the past two days. Still, the manner 
in which the girl clung to her brother suggested the devil's work in 
itself...and even at that very moment they were together, alone on the 
beach...! 

Momentarily, the massive man paused to wipe his brow and look around for his 
son. He saw Garth stripped to the waist and limbing the pine he had just 
felled. Raising his fierce eyes skyward, Reed estimated the time of day by 
the placement of the Sun. His broad forehead wrinkled in concern. Birt had 
been gone over an hour; he was due back. It took little time to pick up 
Jenny and drive into Cold Spring for limited shopping and their 
mail...unless they were up to other things. God forbid! He'd destroy them if 
he ever learned that such evil took place under his roof! 

He ran his tongue over dry lips and clutched tightly at the axe handle. 
Jenny was strong-willed like himself, he mused, and not apt to be sinfully 
swayed, but the boys, he feared, had inherited too much of the weak blood 
from their mother, a woman whose mere memory could send him into a rage! 

Suddenly, he began to swing the axe once more with furious and powerful 
strokes, the embittered pace helping him to sweat out the wave of hate that 
had abruptly swept through him... 

She had died ten years before when he was forty and she just turning thirty. 
He had never mentioned the word love to her in their seven years together; 
he was a cursed man without right to such frivolity, and accordingly it was 
her lot to share his stigma. But she had been a spineless woman, deserting 
him when he had needed her most in rearing their children along the 
God-fearing, dedicated paths of the Almighty, as he had solemnly promised 
that he would... . 

He remembered that when she was 'took' with the side pains he had been 
certain she was trying to avoid performing her dutiful, wifely obligations. 
She had even cried out that night when he had thrust his penis into her 
unreceptive vagina and out of hate for him, by morning she was dead! 
Appendicitis, the doctor said...acute appendicitis, but he knew different; 
she had spitefully poisoned herself! 

She had hated him that much, despised him since the day he had bought her 
from her father for a hundred hard-earned dollars and a sow. But her hatred 
had never bothered him; he could contend with that. And he had taught her 
the ways of the good book. In return, all he had asked for was that she 
perform her womanly functions, both in and out of bed...but the she-bitch 
had deserted him by taking the poison...whatever it was...! 

In his mounting anger, Reed Jarvis swung the axe with increased frenzy. The 
wicked woman with her vengeful suicide had made of him a more sinful man, 
for she was to blame for his trips to Bos well some fifty miles away, and 
the satanic lecherous thoughts that filled his brain as he looked at his own 
young daughter, Jenny, when the need to fulfill his loins became 
overpowering! God curse the she-bitch! He hoped she awakened in her pauper's 
grave to die again, and again, and again, for the depraved sinner she had 
made of him! 

Even the whores he bought in Boswell for fifty dollars the night reminded 
him of her, and he would fuck them over and over and over again 
unmercifully...until his loins were drained and they would weep from his 
brutal ravaging. This, in itself, gave him great satisfaction, for the naked 
slut would become his wife whom he loathed, and he was meting out her 
punishment in the only vein she could understand...animal that she was! 

Once more, the giant man paused, breathing heavily as he drew his powerful 
forearm across his brow and raised his eyes to the sun. Where was that boy? 
God, could it be possible...? He looked toward Garth's tanned, muscular 
young frame, watching the rippling sinews as the boy labored industriously. 
Both he and his brother were filled with lust, he knew, just as his 
daughter, though strong-willed she might be, was cursed with the deceiving 
guile and wantonness of her sex. Enough of her mother's blood flowed in the 
girl's veins to weaken the strength his own genes had given her...and as 
close as he had watched them all, there could well be incestuous lust 
amongst them! In God's name, he would kill them all if he thought it was 
true! Still, he had never seen the slightest indication that it was...and 
God knows, he hadn't better.. . ! 

But where in hell was that boy...? 

 CHAPTER 3 

Jenny lay flat on her belly behind the concealment of wild brush, her thighs 
tight together, reflexes causing her to exercise pelvic pressure, forcing 
her tingling little pubic mound downward against the hardened earth. She did 
it in uninitiated rhythmic movements, at last sensing the moisture that 
dampened the thin crotch band of her panties. Realization brought a rush of 
blood into her cheeks...shame at the thought of her provoked lewd excitement 
in watching the licentious debauchment of her own brother. She forced 
herself to stop her immoral movements and tried to think of one of her 
father's prayers that she could say to save Birt, but she 
couldn't...couldn't remember; nor could she have said it if she had! 

Her own unchaste sensations at the mere watching of their forbidden acts was 
like a witch's concoction kindling fire in her loins and blotting out 
everything Pa had ever taught her. A hellfire wantonness was spreading 
through her deliciously, both confusing and exciting, and she knew no way to 
fight it...nor was she sure that she wanted to! Linda Farley's use of lurid 
words and lascivious dominant aggressiveness were sensuously mesmerizing 
her. 

The beautiful woman was practically raping Birt! And...and maybe, that was 
the way it had to be done when a girl desired a particular boy! Yet...she 
was seducing him at the same time! 

Jenny stared in questioning fascination as Linda Farley continued to stroke 
her brother's hardened penis tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose skin up 
and down its youthful shaft in a lewdly teasing manner...and then, she saw 
her head for the first time...saw it lowering with her face above his thing, 
her long hair grazing his abdomen, her beautiful face and mouth only an inch 
above the satiny, swollen head! 

It struck Jenny that she was truly going to do it! For the dozenth time, her 
breath wadded in her throat. The beautiful woman was actually going to do 
it.. . ! Mrs. Farley's pink tongue flicked out right before her, its tip 
boring teasingly into the damp slit at the end of Birt's penis! She heard 
her brother whimper uncontrollably, and saw him compulsively spasming; then 
his seductress brought her mouth down to it and enclosed the entire 
pulsating head in what had to be a warm, tantalizing pressure of wet female 
lips. 

Jenny gasped as Birt moaned loudly, thrusting his pelvis up in response, 
shoving his...his cock...deeper between her open, receptive lips closing 
over the sensitive glans! Dear God, she still couldn't believe it, even as 
she watched Paul Farley's mother's lush red lips tighten like an elastic 
band around the jerking rod of hard flesh just below its head, absorbing it 
into her mouth as if it were a stick of deliciously sweet candy she was 
hungrily sucking on! 

Lord, she was so wet between her own thighs...shamefully so, Jenny realized, 
staring at the older woman's beautiful, ovaled mouth sucking on Birt's cock. 
She watched studiously in lust-incited captivation as the raven-haired 
beauty sucked up off its tip, then licked with her pink, moist tongue, 
brushing and laving it all over, from its base along its underside to its 
coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its pulled-back 
foreskin...washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, then 
back down to its base and below to the soft flesh of his balls, saliva 
dribbling excitedly down her tongue as she licked his young sperm-filled sac 
with damp, sweepingly teasing strokes. 

Spine-chilling thoughts of her father continued to flash in Jenny's 
erotically stimulated brain, unwanted terror-filled thoughts of his terrible 
wrath should he ever learn of the incredible, licentious orgy between her 
teen-age brother and the mother of the children next door taking place right 
before her eyes, but the wild tingling sensations the forbidden spectacle 
was causing to chum in her own virginal young belly and up between her hotly 
perspiring thighs, wiped his fierce image from her mind. Instead, in a 
growing perverse state of her own she pictured the woman's stepson, Paul 
Farley, in Birt's place and her face bending down over him while he waited 
for her warm mouth to slip down over his imaginable cock! Oh, God...she was 
nothing more than a little, sacrilegious slut herself...too filled with the 
blood of her mother, perhaps, as Pa had always said...but she couldn't help 
it! Couldn't.. . ! What would a boy's thing taste like...feel like in her 
mouth? And what did a girl do when the white stuff came rushing hotly out of 
it? What would Mrs. Farley do...? 

Hypnotically, Jenny watched, not daring to even blink less she miss the 
tiniest of lewd sequences, gaping through strained eyes as the young wife 
held her brother's rigid penis with two fingers of one hand while she sucked 
it steadily, moving her clasped, ovaled lips up and down in a fixed tempo, 
the rippling of her ivory-skinned cheeks making Jenny aware that she was 
apparently twisting her tongue around it at the peak of each up-suck, 
causing Birt to tense his pelvic muscles and trust his genitals up at her 
face in cadence. She heard Mrs. Farley moan and saw her begin to suck 
harder, seeming to nip-at it now and then with her pretty white teeth and 
making him gasp out. Oh, God, his cock was white beneath her scraping suck 
and a rich purple at its smooth, rubbery head! 

Abruptly, Jenny became aware that she was once more pressuring her excited 
little pubic mound in rhythm with Linda Farley's sucking mouth against the 
solid earth beneath her, and that her hands cupped the firm fullness of her 
straining breasts through her dress and bra, trapping the prickling, hard 
little nipples between her fingers to knead and pull until she was afraid 
she would rip them loose from their white quivering mounds. She choked back 
a moan and rolling onto her hip, dropped one hand to raise the skirt of her 
dress, slipping it between her full, soft thighs and pressing it against the 
moistened strip of thin nylon covering her swollen, feverish mound. Then, 
uncontrollably, she pulled aside the tiny band of cloth to feel the 
tantalizing silkiness of her sparse, burnished blonde pubic hair, and 
finally her damp tight slit palpitating against the tips of her fingers as 
she drew the narrow lips open with them, exposing the smooth inner flesh of 
her hot, virginal cunt to the cool forest air. 

While she watched, steeped in a lasciviously aroused desire that she would 
never have dreamed possible, Jenny sunk one slender middle finger deep into 
the tight, viscously lubricated mouth of her open vagina, sensing a 
pleasurable momentary relief. But then, the statuesque woman with the 
streaming titan hair slipped both hands beneath the cheeks of Birt's 
buttocks, lifting them while she plunged her mouth frenziedly down onto his 
cock! My God, it was completely disappearing right up into her mouth...all 
of it! It had to be reaching the back of her throat, for her nose and lips 
were brushing against his pubic hair at its base! 

The absolutely wanton sight fanned the fire within Jenny to a white-hot 
heat, demanding more and more to feed its lewdly licking flames. 
Desperately, she inserted another finger into the tight, hymen-obstructed 
passage, squirming her hips and buttocks licentiously back and forth onto 
them. From the car, Birt's groans increased, accompanied by a new tempoed 
movement of building intensity and Jenny crammed her fingers into the 
moistness of her snugly clinging little vagina in rhythm to the maddening 
cadence of their depraved performance ! 

* * * 

The intoxicating, sensuous delights utterly drenching Linda's beautiful, 
lecherous body, were nothing short of fiendish enchantment to her. The 
thrilling, forbidden seduction of this handsome young boy rocketed through 
her with lustful passion, claiming total command of her as no other had ever 
done. The delicious, sweet piquancy of his young, potent genitals, given 
time, could spiral her to orgasm with the singular thought of her act alone! 
God, he was magnificent! She had to suck his hot, youthfully fresh sperm 
into her throat and belly! It was all empty without that ultimate drinking 
of the seething ambrosia from deep inside his youthful loins! 

Hungrily she sucked, holding his lean buttocks on the cupped table of her 
hands. Heaven...heaven! An earthquake, itself, couldn't stop her now she 
reasoned defiantly, as she pulled at the marrow of his loins, her twisted 
mind drawing a parallel between such a cataclysm and the sudden presence of 
Reed Jarvis looming up before her! 

And heaven or hell.. . what difference? What difference as long as she 
possessed this boy as she was...as she would again and again...with his 
brother, too...simultaneously perhaps! Yes...oh, God, yes, why not? Why not 
let her passions run rampant with both of them naked at once.. . ! 

* * * 

Jenny no longer had to look at them; what she had witnessed was indelibly 
inscribed in her passion-aroused mind, and she rocked obscenely against her 
fingers screwing wetly into her vaginal channel. With panting breaths, she 
plunged her small fingers into the moist hole between her hot, trembling 
thighs, fighting to control the audible gasps heaving up from her chest as 
she matched in rhythm the lascivious sucking motions and sounds coming from 
the car below. 

Oh...oh, God...how she wanted to be fucked...to feel a hardened cock 
slipping hotly into her searing passage...Paul Farley's cock! Oh yes, his 
beautiful cock...and she knew it would be beautiful...! Oh...her fingers 
were not enough to satisfy the salacious hunger eating at her there...! 

In choked desperation, Jenny rolled awkwardly onto the hand fingering her 
moist, dilated channel, then reached back over her rounded buttocks to jerk 
up her dress from behind and slip beneath her panties with her other hand, 
searching the sweat-dampened furrow until she found what she sought and 
wormed a single finger lewdly into the raised, puckered ring of her tiny 
anus, pressing it slowly into the hot fleshy passage until it was buried 
flat to her palm. Momentarily, she lay breathing deeply, reveling in her 
narcissistic lust, before again taking up the tempo Linda Farley was setting 
right in front of her burning eyes with her voracious sucking of Birt's 
throbbing hard cock! 

* * * 

The indescribable sensations charging wildly through his belly, brain, and 
loins, causing the incredulous pressure to build in his groin, was beyond 
any reality Birt Jarvis had ever remotely imagined! Her beautiful sucking 
mouth and taunting tongue were about to draw the lining from his balls; he'd 
never be the same again after this awful...wonderful thing he was letting 
her do to him! God would punish him! Somehow, Pa would find out and beat him 
to death! He knew it...knew it.. . ! But cripes. he couldn't stop her 
now...not now...not until he squirted his stuff up into her mouth...even if 
he was to be struck dead and sent straight to hell right after! 

Lustfully, he watched her head bobbing up and down over him and felt the 
heat of her soft, moist mouth and working tongue wrapped tightly around his 
pulsating cock. For a moment, she caressed his swollen balls in her velvety 
hand, then suddenly she was wedging her hands beneath his tensed buttocks 
and cupping them...lifting him right up to her and completely absorbing all 
of his cock in her mouth! 

Cripes, he wished he could feel of her cunt again, but he couldn't reach it! 
He smelled the fingers that had played in it once more, the stimulating 
genital aroma more potent now that the dampness had dried on them...and that 
was all he needed to trigger his frightened teen-aged drive...! 

Oh cripes! He was going to cum.. . ! What would she do now...? 

* * * 

Jenny's carnally aroused mind and body were lost in a maze of ever-rising 
climactic ecstasy as she plunged her slender fingers into her passages 
wantonly, obliterating all reality from her brain except the salacious scene 
taking place before her. Linda Farley's tongue with its final swiping lick 
was making the violently purple head of her brother's cock vibrate and jerk 
maddeningly. She watched the beautiful woman labor feverishly, her lovely 
mouth grotesquely filled with cock, her lush lips being pulled out as if her 
mouth was about to turn inside out each time she sucked up off it, and Birt 
thrust his pelvis further up at her face, raising right off the seat! 

Oh, God...she envied her...yes, even with her own brother! Galvanic tingles 
of feverish pleasure rippled through her as she pictured herself obscenely 
sucking Paul Farley, and then sprawled masochistically in a helpless 
position beneath his raping cock, those two thoughts sufficient to begin the 
enrapturing sensations of orgasm, ascending inside her young, trembling 
body! 

"Oh...oh cripes!" Birt cried out hoarsely. "It. . . it's 
cum...cuuummminnnggg...! " 

Hazily, Jenny watched his groin jerk spasmodically as he pulled Mrs. 
Farley's mouth further down onto his swollen cock, and in her own mounting 
passion she stared at the beautiful woman's cheeks bloating and her throat 
muscles constricting in desperately swallowing motions. . . ! She was 
drinking his sperm...! 

Oh, God.. . '. Jenny's face flushed a brilliant crimson as she sensed the 
pressure rising.. . rising...ever rising...cumming with a tremendous force! 
She hung for a moment teetering on the apex of release, her whole curvaceous 
young body vibrating passionately...and then the viscous, hot fluid flooded 
her rampaging fingers, coating her hand warmly while she bit into the soft 
flesh of her lower lip to keep from moaning out her cry of enchanted 
bliss...! 

. . . She might have lain there and cried in her shame had it not been for 
the commotion in the car below; instead, when Birt swore weakly then jumped 
from the auto, pulling at his pants clumsily as Mrs. Farley called after him 
and started to follow him to the pickup, Jenny slunk out of their range of 
sight and quickly straightened up to run toward the road, her own tears 
streaming down her cheeks... 

* * * 

Linda wasn't certain whether she was more angered or frightened at the 
disappointing turn their party had taken. The way he had literally torn 
himself free of her and dashed to the truck sobbing, never once looking 
back, only kicking the engine into roaring motion and grinding the wheels 
fiercely as if to get away from her, made her see red for a moment. The 
little coward...! And he'd left her in a state of raging, unfulfilled 
desire, passion that she had managed to control until after his climax when 
she had intended to satisfy it by climbing up over him and slipping his 
young virginal cock into her pussy...! Damn him...! 

Her belly churned with the unsatiated desire he had left with her, and for a 
moment there was little doubt in her mind of what she was going to do to 
pacify it... She drew up her skirt and spread her full, rounded thighs, 
slipping forward in the seat...and then the fear had clutched at her...! 

Dear God...he had been in a state, hadn't he? Sup...supposing he should go 
back to his father and...and in some weird self-requital tell him 
everything...? But no...no, he would never do that.. . he was too afraid of 
that brutish man...at least, she couldn't believe that he would...unless the 
man suspected and forced it out of him...! God...what a bloodcurdling 
thought.. . ! 

Linda straightened in the seat, brushing down her tiny skirt and smoothing 
it. She moved over behind the wheel and started the Caddy's motor, the 
desire in her loins rapidly dwindling as the truculent visage of Reed Jarvis 
with his fiery, castigating eyes filled her mind, a shudder of panic knifing 
through her. 

Dear God...what had she done...? 

 CHAPTER 4 

Kim Farley, her long blonde hair tailored into a flouncy pony tail, her 
voluptuous satin-tanned body enticingly and minimally covered in a wisp of 
white bikini, sat with knees drawn up beneath her pert chin on their beach 
blanket, admiring her seventeen-year-old brother's strong Australian Crawl 
that was bringing him shoreward at a rapid pace. 

It hardly seemed possible he had been away so long, now that he was home 
again, but she could see where his being abroad had matured him, and the few 
paintings he had shown her had taken her breath away. There was little doubt 
but what he was going to be a great artist...her very own brother, and above 
all, he had finally gotten over their mother's passing...even to the point 
where he had quite readily accepted their new stepmother, Linda, and her 
position in their family. 

Kim was pleased about that, too, for she had grown to love Linda, but more 
as a stepsister than mother, especially after Andy Carlton and the secret 
she shared with her father's beautiful young wife concerning that boy whom 
she loved... At least, she had thought there was no doubt of her love when 
Linda informed her they were leaving for Lake Monica for the summer, and she 
had immediately fallen into a crying fit at the idea of being away from him. 
But then, Linda had taken her quietly to one side and explained it all to 
her... 

That had been over a week ago, before Paul had arrived from Europe, and at 
first, the utter shock of her stepmother's words had left her aghast. . . ! 

"Your father is a beautiful man, Kim darling," she had spoken softly, but 
confusingly. "He loves us as we love him, and there's nothing he wouldn't do 
for any of us...do you agree?" 

"Of course...of course, Linda... I don't understand. Wh-What are you trying 
to get at.. . V 

"All right, Darling...prepare yourself for a little jolt...nothing you can't 
handle, if I know my Kim as well as I think I do," Linda had said, her 
striking gray-green eyes twinkling in unspoken reference to the secrets they 
shared. "Keith Farley is a very normal father...but his fifteen-year-old 
daughter is an en-chantingly voluptuous young woman...and...and he wants to 
lessen immediate temptations... Oh, he'll visit us at the cottage on 
weekends, and . . . " 

"Linda! My God! What are you saying?" she had gasped. They were in her 
bedroom sitting on her bed and she had bolted to her feet. "If this is some 
sort of joke, I.. . " 

"Your father doesn't think it's any joke, Kim!" the beautiful raven-haired 
girl had snapped, straightening as if a ramrod had suddenly replaced her 
backbone. "And let's credit a man who has the courage to admit his 
weakness...! " 

"Oh...oh, God!" Kim had moaned. "Oh...my dear God...! " 

There had been more, because Linda being the type of beautiful individual 
that she was, would not let her throw herself onto the bed in a confused 
sobbing spree, but instead, forced her to understand the agony her father 
was suffering. Nevertheless, Kim hadn't been able to even imagine anything 
so utterly horrible... And then, Paul had come home and the entire 
atom-sphere in the house had changed. 

Though she hardly saw her father with his confining work, when she did she 
found that she was able to walk up and kiss him hello as always, the secret 
knowledge she possessed concerning his desire somehow setting off an 
unexplainable titillating excitement within her. 

It hadn't been until she had slept on the absolutely forbidden thought for 
several nights that she discovered it sensually stimulating...for she had 
always loved and admired her father a great deal...and now these past two 
days, Linda's revealed secret had flit in and out of her mind continuously, 
and always with less affront and more and more enthusiasm! 

Watching her brother rise up in the shallow water and begin to walk toward 
her, Kim wondered if some of her imaginative heat wasn't being transferred 
to his presence. God, he was handsome, lean and tall! Dark hair and eyes in 
contrast to her own...a replica of the ancient pictures she had viewed of 
Daddy as a young man! How virile he looked in his bathing trunks, the 
swollen bulge of his maleness jabbing at her libido. 

And...and it was not long ago, was it? Subtract four years when he was 
thirteen and she eleven...him sneaking into her bedroom with his 
flashlight...both of them slipping under the covers to examine each other 
and play excited little games down between each other's legs... God! Had she 
known then what she knew now...! 

"The water's beautiful, Sis! You should've come with me!" he said, 
approaching her, his Daddy-ish face broadened in grin. 

Kim tossed him up his towel. She said: "I don't want to have to fix my hair 
some crazy way for tonight. Do you think the Jarvis's will come?" 

Paul shrugged, wiping at his strong arms and hairy chest... He seemed less 
concerned about such things as was she. Then, his words surprised her. "I 
hope they do. After all, it's only a beach cook-out. But...but, I like that 
little Jenny, Sis." 

"Really? I-I wouldn't think she was your type?" 

"What? With a face and body like that?" He laughed. "That's really unfair, 
gauging her that way. She's a rarity, Sis baby. Innocence expounds in her 
eyes. Have you ever noticed those ash-rimmed gems? Damn! I wish I could 
paint them...! " 

"Hey...? You do like her don't you, Paul?" 

He looked down at her. "Yeah...I like her. But I can't get over-enthused 
about her old man. And even her brothers give me a feeling of 
retribution...yet, I'd bet, given a chance, they'd soon unwind." 

"They're handsome boys," Kim said purposely. "If you hadn't been here I'd 
probably have chased both of them up a tree." 

Paul laughed. He finished drying himself and came to the blanket, sitting 
down beside her. She could feel the coolness from his body. He said: "Reed 
Jarvis is an admirable man. Dad says. And his sons, once matured, are going 
to make handsome, virile fathers for lucky girls!" 

He lay back and stretched out his long legs. Kim handed him his sun-shades 
and he draped them over his eyes. She stared at him almost covetously, but 
he didn't see her, she knew. She said: 

"Was...was there a girl, Paul? In Europe, I mean...someone who turned you 
upside down...? " 

He hesitated. "Yeah," he said finally. "Yes, Sis, there was. A girl-girl, I 
guess you would call her...because she was ultra-femininely girl...but I had 
no right to her. She was married to a guitar player who performed in a tiny 
cellar. . . . " 

"Did you love her, Paul." 

"Oohhh...I suppose...yes, of course I did." 

"And...and that's why you wanted to come home...? " 

Paul raised to his elbows, drawing down his sun-shades again as he smiled 
over at his younger sister. "You're a shrewd girl. Honey...tell me about 
your love life?" 

Kim laughed lightly. She still sat in the same position, sensing her 
brother's eyes appraising her; she stretched out her shapely legs and lay 
back, folding her arms behind her head supinely, causing her firm, rounded 
breasts to jut upward into eye-catching peaks. 

"I will...sometime," she said, wondering if she should tell him about Daddy, 
or how far she had gone with Andy, and deciding against it. "But not now." 

"You make it sound risqu, young lady...and I can hardly believe that about 
my baby sister. . . . " 

"Let's just say...interesting...and your sister is not all that much of a 
baby anymore, Paul Farley," Kim said pointedly. 

Paul replaced his sun-shades and dropped his head back down onto the blanket 
with a little chuckle. "I sense an offended tone," he said apologetically. 
"Sorry...didn't mean to touch a tender spot...but you see, Sis, I have this 
thing about not wanting to grow up and become one of those creatures they 
call adults. I'm too happy this way... " 

"You're already grown up, big brother," she said softly. Then, with a 
mischosen phrase, added: "It sticks out all over you.. . 

Again, Paul raised up to grin over at her. "Really.'. . --? " he teased. 
"Damn, maybe you're not all that young after all, Sis. No...as a 
matter-of-fact, on second look...you're not," he taunted, letting his keen 
eyes rake over her strategically covered nakedness. "A far cry anyway from 
the girl I used to come visiting in the night with my flashlight... 
Remember...? " 

Kim felt an unexpected ripple of excitement race through her belly at his 
words, and her cheeks flushed as she rolled her head toward him. "I-I 
remember...but I didn't think you would," she said, her eyes searching his, 
surprised to see a twinkle of humor dancing there, and suddenly that 
provoked her. God, he was the image of their father as a young man...! 

"Just kids," he said, lowering his head and looking skyward once more. 
"That's all we were, innocent, curious kids...but Dad and Mom would've 
racked our bottoms had they ever known." 

Kim didn't answer. The tiny fermentations still agitated her belly, but she 
hardly knew whether to pursue the subject, or if she wanted to. It was 
absolutely dangerous ground...and they were no longer innocent...or just 
curious....Lord, why didn't she go up and chase the Jarvis twins around? 
They were ready enough; she could tell by the expressions in their eyes when 
they looked at her...just as she had read the lecherous gleam in the 
blazing, condemning orbs of their father when he glared at her in her 
bikini. God, how that man frightened her.. . ! " 

Paul lay quietly staring up at the fleecy, floating clouds through his 
Polaroid lenses. Kim had fallen into silence, apparently not wanting to be 
reminded of their exploratory transgressions, and it was just as well. 
Christ, they weren't kids anymore; he'd been a fool to even broach the 
touchy memory...but ever since he'd arrived home and filled his eyes with 
the ravishing beauty she had blossomed into, those almost forgotten exciting 
escapades had continued to fill his mind in retrospect... 

And Linda, damn...what a raving beauty she was! With no disrespect to his 
father, Paul couldn't imagine how he had ever managed such a conquest.. . 
but he was certainly proud of him for accomplishing it at his age. The old 
boy must still have plenty on the ball! 

In the past two years that he had lived in Paris his own sex life had 
progressed and broadened perhaps more than his painting, which was the 
undeniable reason why the sensuous beauty of his stepmother, and the 
voluptuous young charms of his baby sister, were so affecting him. 

But damn, he had to get a hold on himself.. . find someone eligible to focus 
his libidinous appetite on...which was exactly what he intended to do with 
Jenny Jarvis that night, providing they showed up for their beach cookout. 
She, too, was a doll, and he hadn't missed the way she had looked at him 
when Kim introduced them, nor the pleased sparkle of excitement in those 
ash-rimmed, green eyes of hers when his sister had suggested the beach 
party. But then, the odd little expression of disappointment...almost fear, 
had followed, and that had baffled him... 

"Really...really, I'm not sure if we can come . . . " Jenny had said. 
"Pa...you see, he doesn't hold with that sort of thing...but...but he may go 
to Boswell, and if he does . . . " 

"You'll come?" Kim questioned. 

"Yes...yes, we will...if Pa goes to Boswell! " Jenny replied in delighted 
excitement. 

Paul lay unmoving, letting his mind play in growing lethargy with his 
thoughts of Kim...Linda...and finally, Jenny... He looked over to see that 
his lovely sister had dozed off. Damn, what a luscious body she had, he 
thought. He hoped that Jenny and her brothers could make it; his generous 
sexual diet hadn't suffered denial this long in over a year...and he had 
ample pot in his secret cache to make it a wild, swinging affair. . . . 

* * * 

Garth Jarvis could not imagine what was wrong with his twin brother, but he 
felt certain that something was troubling him. He had gone a long time 
taking Jenny to Cold Spring and he hadn't been able to look Pa in the eye 
when their father had questioned him. All the same, he knew that nothing 
dirty had happened between his brother and sister, the way Pa was always 
accusing them. Cripes, neither Birt nor he would ever do anything like that 
to their own sister, even if she would let them, but there was no convincing 
Pa...he always thought the worst about everyone. 

Garth was thinking this as he walked along the path through the brush toward 
the lake, looking for a place to urinate, and he eased up to the embankment 
to look down where Kim Farley and her brother, Paul, lay stretched out on a 
blanket side by side. 

A charge of sensuous tension rifled through his groin and abdomen at the 
sight of the pretty blonde-haired girl languorously sprawled in her tiny 
bikini beneath the warm sunshine. He felt his flaccid rod of young penile 
flesh stir provokedly inside his jeans and a flush of heat charged into his 
cheeks. Cripes, she was really pretty all right, he thought, as he gaped 
down at her firm, half-exposed young breasts, the flat bowl of her 
navel-dimpled belly, her slender waist and curvaceous hips, and the way her 
round full thighs came together to make a puffy-white vee! He found himself 
wondering if she would have blonde hairs on her pussy, too! 

Damn, he hoped Pa would go to Boswell that night so that they could sneak up 
to the beach party Jenny had whisperingly told him about. 

He would sure like to get to know Kim Farley better....looking down at her 
as he was, he could almost imagine how she would look without a stitch on, 
and inside his shorts his virile young penis gave a swelling jerk, while a 
series of exciting sensations raced through him. 

He stood for a long time staring down at her hungrily, ashamed of what he 
was doing but reluctant to leave. He wasn't worried about Pa looking for 
him; this was his break period and Birt had taken over the limbing. Of 
course, he wasn't supposed to be down here by the water either, but Pa 
didn't know. He had gone into the woods leaving the cottage area and heading 
toward the place where they always went to relieve themselves, then once out 
of sight had cut down toward the beach to see if he could catch a glimpse of 
her... 

Damn, she was pretty...and so was her stepmother for that matter, but Pa 
called Mrs. Farley a daughter of Satan, and he ought to know, the way he had 
been looking at her the past two days...just like he sometimes stared at 
Jenny, his eyes flaming coals of white-hot fire...and it was when he looked 
that way and drank more cider than usual that he usually went to Boswell for 
a couple of days... Then, when he came home he would be all right for a 
month or so. . . . 

What Garth couldn't figure out was how their father ever trusted them alone 
together for that long, thinking the kind of things he did about them, but 
it almost seemed as if he never cared about anything when he made up his 
mind to go to Bos well...and both his brother, Ulster and he, himself, had a 
good idea why. . . . 

Suddenly, Kim made a motion and sat up, causing Garth to step backwards out 
of sight. He didn't want her to see him staring at her; besides, he better 
get up into the woods and piss before he wet his pants. Cripes, his cock was 
as hard as an axe handle from just looking at her. . . . 

 CHAPTER 5 

Linda had worked herself into a state of complete trepidation over the 
possibility that Birt would either unburden his soul in penitent fear, or 
let his father intimidate him into telling everything regarding her 
foolhardy seduction, and the fearsome thought had kept her driving around 
the countryside until at last she had gained some measure of control over 
herself once more. 

The devil with the sanctimonious old lecher, she had finally decided, 
turning the Caddy around and heading for the cottage! And a lecher he was; 
she would bank on that, the way he looked at her and Kim too! If Birt had 
told him anything she would simply deny it, and what could he say? But for 
certain, when Keith came, either tonight or tomorrow, she was going to 
insist that he get rid of him! The glowering monster frightened her half to 
death...and it was plain to see that he did the same to his own 
children...not even allowing them to come to a beach cookout. Lord, he had 
to be some kind of hung-up weirdo...! 

Nevertheless, when Linda swung into the yard at the cottage and saw the 
giant of a man straighten to stare menacingly at her, the sangfroid she had 
enjoyed moments before crumpled miserably. Dear God! He was coming toward 
her. . . ! 

Somehow, Linda managed to step from the car and face his approach. She could 
see one of the boys in the distance beyond, swinging his axe, but it was 
impossible to tell which twin it was. My God, what would she say or do if he 
accused her...? 

"Mrs. Farley!" he thundered in his booming voice, moving so close to her 
that she could smell the foulness of his lathered sweat, his fierce 
censuring eyes reproving her openly. "The Almighty has willed!" 

Linda's heart was in her throat; she could barely breathe as she gaped 
fearfully upward into his massive, bearded face. 

"The...the Al-Almighty has willed...what, Mr. J-Jarvis...? " 

He half smiled then, and she caught a glimpse of strong white teeth behind 
his near-hidden lips. 

"That the pine will stand as you wished!" he said, his voice roaring like a 
din of a tidal wave. "I thought you would be pleased to know!" 

"Pleased...? My God, she could cry for joy! "Y-Yes...yes! I'm pleased, Mr. 
Jarvis! Thank you...thank you very much...! " 

He answered with a curt nod of his great head. Then: "Oh...one more thing, 
Mrs. Jarvis! My sons and I will not work tomorrow! I leave for Boswell 
tonight. . . business!" 

"I-I see," Linda managed, offering him an understanding smile. "Of 
course...all right...I'll explain to Mr. Farley when he arrives... " 

"Do that!" the powerful man explained, his eyes abruptly emotionless, and 
then he turned away, leaving her. 

Momentarily, Linda stood watching him walk off, her legs like trembling 
strands of spaghetti, hardly able to hold her up, while at the same time, 
waves of relieved happiness spasmodically swept through her, as if she had 
just been reprieved from the torments of hellfire itself. She could almost 
cry...even thought she might as she stumbled off toward the cottage. 

* * * 

It was some ten minutes and three Scotches later that she decided to find 
Kim and Paul, left the cottage and followed the path into the woods past 
Reed Jarvis and his son, neither of which looked up. Whether it had been 
Birt or 

Garth, she couldn't tell; he was that far away. But it didn't matter now; 
everything was fine inside her once more. She had let her own conscience 
punish her...and wasn't it remarkable the way that could happen? 

In truth, though, she had acted and reacted like a guilty, little child, 
which was always the dead giveaway. Lord, she thought, turning from the path 
and changing direction downward toward the lake, she had handled, for 
example, the episode in Santa Barbara so much smoother, never losing her 
confidence. And the officer had been almost on top of them before she 
noticed and frantically jerked the boy's pants up, straightening her own 
clothing at the same time. 

Of course, he hadn't been a looming Polyphemus with dual blazing eyes, 
either! No, he'd been gentleman enough, but she doubted that he'd taken much 
stock in her story about their being in the quarry to look for fossils. He 
might have, had they not been in the back seat of the car and looking very 
asinine sitting there placidly when he opened the door... 

Linda's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the movement she saw ahead 
near the towering maple tree! His position with opened shirt, his hand 
braced against the trunk and his legs spread were significant enough. He was 
looking down and holding his penis in his hand; she could see the results of 
its stream splattering against the tree-base...see it and hear it.. . ! 

. . .Birt! 

She swallowed sensuously, the unfulfilled fermentations of the desire he had 
left with her immediately rekindling to race wildly back and forth in her 
belly and stabbing downward between her thighs at the snugly congealed and 
denied lips of her pussy! It was almost as if retribution had been abruptly 
shifted into her hands, Linda thought in mounting excitement! 

Anticipation absorbed the moisture from her mouth as she moved closer, a 
tremor of concupiscent lechery sweeping over her. Damn him, he had ran like 
a scared rabbit! She couldn't help but wonder what he would do this time...! 
He was big, and undoubtedly strong...but she wasn't exactly a weakling 
either, and the element of surprise was on her side...! If.. . if he hadn't 
told his father of their first episode, he wasn't about to mention this one 
either...! 

Wild tension gripped at her belly as she silently closed the space between 
them from behind, imagining briefly the maddening emotional turmoil a male 
rapist must know...then, she became aware that his exposed young shaft of 
flesh was hard and that he was gently stroking it as he urinated. . . ! She 
wondered if he was thinking of the way she had sucked it for him...the 
little coward! She would teach him a lesson...! She paused, quietly raising 
her skirt and rolling her panties down over her hips and buttocks in 
preparation. She wanted nothing in the way to hinder her planned attack, and 
stepping out of them, she wadded the wisp of nylon into a hankie-sized ball, 
tucking it between her breasts in her bra...! 

Garth was too shocked to react! His mind...nothing functioned! It was 
seconds before he realized that he was being pulled backwards to the ground 
by a slender arm wrapped tightly around his throat, and that he had no 
balance upon which to resist! In a flash of split instants, he realized that 
his cock was sticking out, and his mind struggled to catch up with what was 
happening to him, while in immediate response his strong arms began to 
react. He rolled with his adversary, his young brain racing to make sense of 
it all...and then, abruptly, she was on top, straddling him! 

She...? 

C-Cripes almighty, he reasoned, lessening the tension of the balled fist he 
had intended to throw...! It...it was Mrs. Farley! And she was smiling 
fiendishly down at him, her eyes wide and filled with a million 
explosions...! 

"So...we must again, Darling!" she hissed at him. "Only this time, you're 
not going to run away on me until I'm finished with you! That wasn't very 
nice. Lover, after the way I sucked your cock...! " 

Garth stared up at her but she wasn't looking at him...! Instead, she was 
writhing on top of his naked, hard rod of flesh and reaching down between 
her spread legs to take it in her hand! Damn, she was acting as if she'd 
lost her wits...gone crazy or something! He couldn't believe it...nor the 
things she'd said about...about sucking his cock...! 

He sensed a tremendous jolt of excitement rip through him as her warm 
slender fingers wrapped around his rod and she began to stroke it! He jerked 
his head upright and gaped with incredible disbelief, seeing for the first 
time her white, softly spread thighs and the completely naked area of her 
dark, hair-fringed pubic triangle. Cripes, she didn't even have panties 
on...and...and he could see the moist, pink inner flesh of her open cunt! 

Garth was too astounded to be frightened, and as the seconds passed into a 
minute, he was too carnally aroused by the feel of her soft hand stroking 
his rigid cock, plus the lust-inciting spectacle of her completely exposed 
pussy up between her widespread thighs as she straddled him there, to make 
any motion toward stopping her. And as he watched in mounting lewd 
fascination, she took his pulsating member and rubbed it against, and into, 
the pink velvety flesh between the opened, pinkly glistening lips of her 
cunt! Then, she looked up at him, as simultaneously, she began to work her 
hips and buttocks up and down in a slow, steady rhythm...! 

"There, my little scard-cat! How do you like...? " she started, raising her 
eyes to his face once more and never finishing the question, her bodily 
movements abruptly coming to a dead motionlessness. "M-My God...! You're 
Garth! Oh...I-I thought you were...were your brother.. . ! " 

Garth swallowed, the dryness in his throat hurting, as he stared up at her 
astonished, beautiful face. He tried to think of something to say, but 
couldn't; nevertheless, his brain had begun to function once more and he 
knew suddenly why Birt had been gone so long...! 

"Pl-Please ....I'm sorry, Garth darling...but...but.. . " she was 
stammering, her eyes softening and her smile suddenly warm as she looked 
down into his face... She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth! "I 
really didn't know it was you," she whispered. "I was too angry with Birt to 
notice your scar... How did you get it...? Tell me. Baby...? " 

Again, Garth swallowed. "B-Birt," he said stupidly, speaking his first word 
since the impossible episode had begun, "he...he was cutting wood 
with...with a hatchet...the head flew off.. . ! " 

Linda hardly heard his words; she was too engrossed with the startling 
knowledge that she was about to seduce her second young boy within several 
hours, the very twin brother of the first...and really this was a 
rape-seduction! My God, how beautiful...almost sadistically beautiful! She 
could feel his warm, hard cock entrapped between the tingling flushed lips 
of her moist pussy, its throbbing tip nestled caressingly against her 
clitoris, and once again she began to move her hips and lush buttocks in 
tiny undulating motions. 

"It's a handsome scar, Garth darling...and you are handsome," she breathed, 
reaching down between them to unzip and open the front of his pants until 
all of his pelvic area was exposed. 

"Are you sorry...? That I mistook you for Birt, I mean...? " 

Cripes almighty, Garth choked inwardly! Right then he didn't know what he 
was! Her fingers were like tiny spiders crawling over his erogenous pelvic 
flesh, and his cock hurt, it had begun to throb so! But...but Pa was going 
to come any moment and catch them! Damn, didn't she understand that.. ? 

"I...listen. Pa is apt to come looking for me, Mrs. Farley.. ! " he managed, 
his breathing rushing in panting gasps. 

"Do you like the feel of what I'm doing, Darling?" Linda hissed, attuned 
only to the rising passion inside her. "Your sweet little cock is caught 
right between my pussy-lips, rubbing beautifully up and down against my 
little hole, making me hot all over! Oh, you're a delicious lover. 
Darling...and next time I'll suck your cock like I did Birt's...suck it 
until the white cum shoots right into my mouth! Would you like that, Baby.. 
? " 

"Oh cripes, Mrs. Farley...I don't know. . . ! Please...pa's going to come.. 
. ! " 

"How much time do you have, Lover?" 

"H-Honest...I don't know...minutes maybe. . . ! I don't know how long I've 
been gone! I should get back. . . ! " he blurted, wild sensations charging 
through him at her use of lewd, four-letter words and the feel of her 
moistly sucking cunt-flesh massaging teasingly at his aching organ. 

"All right, Darling...but this won't take long, I promise," Linda hissed, 
having no intentions of releasing the hard, young penis caught between the 
lips of her palpitating cunt until it had performed the reason for its 
existence. Her brain reeled in liquored, lust-incited wantonness, and she 
hardly cared if Reed Jarvis came and took a place beside them to sit and 
watch! She had to possess this beautiful young boy all of the way! 

"Wh-What're you going to do, Mrs. Farley.. ? " Garth choked. "Please.. ? " 

Linda had raised herself and taken his hardened stem of childish hot flesh 
in her hand, positioning her dilated, lubricious vagina directly over it 
while she manipulated its tip to the mouth of the clasping passage. 

"I'm going to fuck you, sweet and young lover!" she gasped, her beautiful 
eyes swimming in moist pools of glazed wantonness at the feel of his 
cockhead almost penetrating her hungering vaginal channel. "Is this your 
first time?" 

"Oh...oh cripes, Mrs. Farley...! " Garth blurted, his clean young face 
twisted in aroused passion. "I-I never did it...and I want to...but Pa.. ! 
He'll kill us! He really will! Oh damn.. ! " 

Linda kissed his trembling lips, smelling the leaves, the pine-needles, the 
soil of the wood around them as suddenly, she plunged her voracious cunt 
down onto his up-thrusting young cock, absorbing it all the way to the hilt 
inside the seething and clutching canal of her needing pussy. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Garth exploded in physical delight, feeling the warmth of 
her inner-enchantment snugly devouring and sucking at the length of his 
unknowing cock! His breath had burst from his lungs with the unimaginable 
sensations she had sent convulsively through him, and immediately those same 
sensations began to grow more intense as she lifted and lowered her hips and 
buttocks in a rhythmic tempo, each resounding slap of the full, rounded 
white moons of her naked buttocks against his lean flesh an ecstasy he had 
never dared dream of.. ! 

"I'm raping you, Darling!" Linda gasped in burning salacity, her mouth 
inches above his as her possessive, hotly clenching loins rode up and down 
on his coerced young cock, her knees drawn forward on either side of his 
rib-cage to snugly entrap him there, while his slender shaft of hot, hard 
flesh prodded and massaged the viscid, tingling walls of her vagina with the 
obscene movements caused by her lecherous hunger. "Yes...I'm fucking 
you...raping you! And you love it don't you.. ? Don't you.. ? " She 
insisted, almost spitting the words into his youthful, contorted face, her 
brain finally caught up in that wicked vortex of lust she had never been 
able to control. 

"Oh...oh damn...! " Garth half-whimpered, his teen-aged brain feeling in 
ever-mounting, alien and forbidden passion. There was no penance for a sin 
like this! How many times had Pa told them of the particular sins there was 
no atoning for.. ? 

"Don't you? Don't you? Answer me!" Linda hissed evilly, working her 
beautiful hips and buttocks up and down on his hardened juvenile shaft of 
cock-sinew with increasing frenzy, wild sensations of enchantment spiraling 
through her. "You love it, don't you?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Farley...oh God, yes.. ! " he blurted, tossing his head back and 
forth like a little boy, his face screwed up as if it were going to crumble 
and burst into sobbing tears at any second. "Oh cripes.. ! Do it...do it 
hard...I want you to.. ! " 

His throbbing cock was on fire.. ! Pa would come and catch them...and if he 
didn't kill them they would go to hell anyway.. ! He'd cut off their heads 
with his axe...chop them into little pieces! Oh cripes...she was beautiful 
and he was fucking right up into her cunt.. ! 

Garth raised his head to better see, reaching down to lift her tiny skirt, 
and knowing this, Linda straightened upright, holding the skirt for him so 
that he could see the erotic sight of her sparsely, hair-sprinkled pelvic 
area between her wide-spread thighs, and the penetration of his rigid young 
cock vanishing between the open lips of her pussy into the pink, moist 
channel of her vagina. 

"Can you see very thing now, Darling?" she whispered hotly, reaching down 
with one hand to spread open the flushed and swollen flanges for him, her 
eyes eagerly fixed on the rapidly increasing licentiousness of his lewdly 
fascinated expression. Then, a more salacious idea struck her and she 
exclaimed: "Wait! Let me turn around! Then you will be able to see it going 
up inside me all the more beautifully.. ! " 

"Oh...oh cripes!" Garth choked, watching her scurry about on top of him and 
spreading her legs wide as she again straddled him, then reaching back with 
both hands she caught at her lovely, ivory-white buttocks, pulling them 
apart for him so that he could see not only the complete and exciting 
phenomenon of her moist, pink cunt with its soft, hair-fringed lips, but the 
tiny, raised and puckered hole of her anus centering the smooth furrow, no 
more than an inch above it! 

The obscenely beautiful sight provoked carnal sensations the likes of which 
he had never imagined to rip through his groin, and his balls ached to get 
at her! He saw then that she was twisting her head around to smile 
salaciously back at him.. . 

"Is it exciting to you, Garth lover?" Linda taunted, waggling her buttocks 
in lurid little movements before lowering her genitals slowly and reaching 
down between her hot thighs to grasp his throbbing cock once more, placing 
it while he watched in captivating lust...watched her insert the extracted 
fore-skinned-head into the lubricious pink mouth of her vagina, and he 
couldn't resist the urge to arch his pelvis upward, staring wildly as his 
cock thrust into the hot, clasping passage once more. 

"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Garth Jarvis choked as she dropped her loins to meet his 
thrust, absorbing the full length of his tingling cock into her velvety 
sanctuary. "Oh...oh damn, Mrs. Farley, I.. . I can't stand it.. . it feels 
so good.. ! " 

Linda's brain whirled in obscene evil at the sound of his words! God, what a 
delicious seduction this was...and she had actually raped him first! He had 
been helpless...defenselessly helpless against her wiles, just as he was 
hopelessly caught up in her lustful web at that very moment! She could feel 
his hips vigorously lifting and falling, driving his handsome young cock 
with virile thrusts up into her carnivorously, palpitating vagina! 

"That's it, Darling! Fuck it hard!" Linda gasped obscenely. "Ram it right up 
into me.. ! Oh yes.. ! Oh...just a second, lover.. ! " 

Garth couldn't believe that there was anything more demoniacal that she 
could add to their debauchery, but he quickly learned differently. Suddenly 
she was spreading her knees as wide as possible and raising the upper 
portion of her body on her extended hands, so that her naked loins were 
lowered right down on top of him, and his cock was bent forward in its 
penetration ! 

"Now, take your hands, Darling and spread open as you push upward on my 
buttocks! Yes...that's it! Ooohhh...can you see everything...watch our 
fucking better.. ? Can you. . ? " 

"Y-Yes...oh damn, yes! Even...even your asshole is popping right open!" 

"And you like that, Garth baby.. ? To look at my asshole while you fuck into 
my hot cunt?" Linda led him as she twisted her head around to watch the 
adolescent expressions of lurid passion twisting at his clean-cut, virginal 
face, the ensorcelling spell of captivating lascivity she had spun around 
him inspiring unreached sensual ecstasy in her own loins. "Then...don't be 
afraid of it, my precious! Play with it. . . put your finger in it! Shove it 
right up in while you fuck my pussy.. ! Go ahead, Baby! That's what 
love-making is all about...and you better know, because we're going to do 
this many, many times...you, Birt and I together.. ! " 

Momentarily, Garth was stunned, not only at the thought of her suggestion, 
but at all she had said! Birt, himself, and her...many, many times... ! Oh, 
God! He was lost...because he knew he would come back or do whatever she 
said...again and again! He gaped at his cock pushing and pulling at the 
swollen, hair-lined lips of her moist, pink cunt between her straddling 
legs, the tiny coral petals of her inner vaginal lips clasping hungrily 
around his glistening hard rod as it vanished entirely up into her clutching 
passage, extracting ridges of its damp flesh every time he pulled down out 
of her! 

But the tiny, rose-colored hole of her hairless anus had captured his 
carnally goaded fascination. He still cupped his hands on the soft, fleshy 
orbs of her buttocks, spreading them wide apart and rolling them upward as 
if they were ball-bearinged, the physical act tugging at her vagina and 
drawing her whole cuntal area back toward him in lewd exposure! 

Thoughts of his fierce parent tried to burst through the wall of venery that 
had claimed him, but Garth wiped him away with a mental sweep! He was 
already beyond that stage of being saved, he knew! Evidently Satan wanted 
him more than the Almighty! He couldn't have resisted his movement had his 
father stood right over him, and obscenely, he moved his finger toward the 
raised, crinkled ring of spongy flesh that he could make almost gap open 
when he spread her buttocks wide.. ! 

Linda, in all of her perverted seductions, couldn't parallel anything to 
match that very moment! Even thought she had not yet sucked him, the 
realization that she had forcefully taken him in the beginning and was now 
seducing him with the secret delights of her body, filled her with 
sensations of extravagant bliss. Of course, she would suck him...could at 
that very moment if she decided to, but the thought and feel of his 
rock-hard, teenage cock probing excitedly in the depths of her hungrily 
demanding cunt, while his finger slipped into her rectum was something new 
and obscenely exciting. She could well imagine his feelings of beautiful 
young desire when he gaped at the completely revealed mysteries between her 
thighs and buttocks, and she was doing that at the precise moment he began 
to explore the tiny puckered orifice back there with his gentle finger.. ! 

Garth stared at the little pink opening in mesmerized and peaked 
enchantment. Cripes, his cock was going to break right off! He ran his 
finger up and down the length of the smooth crevice separating her buttocks, 
collecting moisture as it went...gathering it on the ball of his finger from 
the area around her pussy where his cock worked in and out, and somehow 
knowingly coating the tiny little clutching mouth of her anus with it. . ! 

Needlelike jabs had begun at his balls and prick! Soon, everything would 
burst open like a grab-bag...either that, or he'd run screaming down through 
the woods! He couldn't stand it much longer! He'd cry like a baby; his cock 
hurt that much! 

Yet, the sight and idea of sticking his finger up her ass was too much to 
leave behind without doing! Cripes almighty! She had asked him to.. ! 

"That's it, Darling! Push it in! Go on, shove it right in.. ! Linda 
exclaimed. "In! In...dam-nit! In!" 

Garth did, using his middle, longest finger, and almost afraid not to! He 
watched it puncture the tight rimmed flesh of her rectum, lifting his head 
to see his salacious act in its entirety, and feeling the immediate rubbery 
walls of her passage, clutching at his invading finger, as suddenly she 
whimpered and a sense of dominance rippled through him. He didn't stop, but 
instead, pressured the invading finger to its eventual buried depth right up 
inside her voluptuous little asshole! 

"Oh...unnnhggghhh! Ooohhh...yes...yeeessssss. Darling, like...like that!" he 
heard her gasp and watched her buttocks begin to move back and forth on his 
finger and cock. "Just hold them back, Lover, and I'll fuck them.. ! Hold 
them there. . ! " 

Like some clutching, rubbery hand, her back-passage gripped his finger, 
while her cunt clasped and drew at his cock fiendishly! Garth could only 
stare at her obscene gyrations as they plunged down and backward on his cock 
and finger, the thought suddenly occurring to him that everything he had 
been taught was fanatical and untrue! Like Pa going to Boswell! They all 
knew why he went...to have a woman! 

It wasn't wrong! It couldn't be wrong...not if he felt the way he did! He 
had never felt so happy in his life, using his cock and finger in her when 
she wanted it...and he was going to cum...very, very soon! 

Blindly, he wondered if Birt had realized this! He wondered what Jenny knew? 
His brain reeled. He'd never jerk his cock again; he'd find a girl! It 
wasn't wrong...couldn't be.. ! Jenny...you poor girl. . ! 

"Are...are you ready, Garth baby. . ? Ready to cum with me.. ! " Linda's 
voice interrupted his thoughts. "We don't want your Pa to catch us. . ! " 

Garth stared studiously at the way she was thrusting her ass and pussy back 
onto his finger and cock! Had it not been for the lewd shocking things she 
had done he probably would have cum a long time ago...he had been ready...He 
managed: 

"Yes...I'm ready...but I...I never knew you could do it.. . it together.. ! 
" 

"It's...it's better...if you do . . and I'm going to, Lover! Your finger and 
your cock together...Oh!" 

Maybe it was the word, Oh! Garth felt it tipping the gates of his young 
loins! He plunged his finger into her rectum and held it there, but not 
without tiny circular motions, at the same time thrusting his young cock to 
the depths of its capacity...sensing his testicles beginning to jerk down 
between his legs and give of their unending sperm tearing at the lining of 
his cock.. ! 

"Ooouuuggghhhhhhh.. ! " Linda pleaded. "Oouuughhhhhh.. ! Y-Yes...yes...oh, 
my God!" 

While the imps of hell came up to distort her evilly, Garth tried to watch, 
but his own overwhelming moment of orgasm was beyond anything he could 
measure, and he sensed his cock spitting thin white jets of its white, hot 
love-juice deep up into her hungrily grinding belly, blinding him...even 
making him know again that it could and would happen...over and over! 
Cripes, he loved her! He would always do whatever she said! 

 CHAPTER 6 

Reed Jarvis was not ignorant of the fact that his children looked up to him 
as a tyrant, but it hardly made any difference to him. He was not interested 
in gaining their love anymore than he had been with their spineless mother; 
their complete subservience to his will, plus their physical and mental 
dedication to the Word as he interpreted it, was all that he expected of 
them...but something of the latter had gone amiss...he could feel the 
tension of evil in the very atmosphere around him! 

In the kitchen, he could hear Jenny's gentle rattling of the dishes as she 
washed them, and occasional bits of conversation passing amongst her and her 
brothers, but it was all strained and unnatural, as were their presence at 
the supper table a short while before. 

In his usual fashion, the giant man went through his toilet in preparation 
for his trip to Boswell, following the routine his sons and daughter had 
become accustomed to, while his mind worked analytically. Both of the boys 
had disappeared for too long a period that very day, and neither had given 
him a satisfactory reason why. In all truth, he'd had to exercise 
super-restraint to keep from knocking either of them to the ground, but the 
fear that he would learn no more than he already knew from such an act had 
helped to control him. 

There was little doubt in his mind what gross incestual evil was going on 
amongst them, but it was the proof that he lacked, and to gain it he had 
reluctantly decided to deny his own driving need. 

Over a month had passed since he had last visited a whore in Boswell and his 
loins burned with libidinous desire, as did his chastising brain in its 
sadistic hunger to admonish the unfortunate girl he would choose, but he had 
seen the necessity of changing his plans in order to eliminate the 
iniquities taking place under his own roof...eliminate them with the wrath 
of the Deity Himself! 

He would leave with all pretense of going to the city, then he would return 
and catch them in the corrupt act; certainly, if they were going to 

SO practice their wickedness it would be while he was out of the way and 
they felt no danger of discovery...! 

Damn their delinquent, vice-ridden bodies! Once he had the absolute, 
undeniable proof he would scourge the licentiousness from the boys' hides as 
his father had done to him...and Jenny.. . ! There would be no wantonness 
left in her when he was finished with the only vein of punishment that she, 
like the Boswell slatterns, could understand...! 

* * * 

Keith Farley sat in the comfortable swivel chair of his small, plush office, 
gazing unseeingly through the wall of glass that looked out over his 
elaborate jewelry store domain. Once in awhile, he took random note of the 
performance of his clerks'-customer treatment, but this only through force 
of habit, for his people had all been with him several years and were quite 
reliable. The fact of the matter was that he had nothing better to do while 
he waited for the nine-o'clock evening hour to arrive so that he could close 
and leave for Lake Monica and be with his family...his Linda...his 
Paul...and...and his Kim...God, he just couldn't keep that beautiful child 
out of his mind! 

Suddenly, he realized that he was gnawing painfully on a knuckle of his 
clenched fist and scooped up a wooden pencil to substitute instead. His 
damned nerves were worn right to the frayed edge. Ever since they'd left, 
the house 

SI had been like a mausoleum and he had dreaded going home, but their 
leaving for the cottage had been his own idea. Christ, he'd had to get her 
out of his sight before he lost all control over himself! 

Thank God for Linda, he thought as he stared ahead idly at the vague 
movements taking place in the store before him. He doubted that he had made 
a mistake in confessing his demonical desire for his very own daughter to 
her. God, how beautiful and understanding she had been when he'd coughed out 
the bestial craving he'd lived with even before Kim's mother had passed 
on...almost as if his lovely second wife had faced such a depraved situation 
before. But of course, he knew that couldn't be so; she had been a bachelor 
girl of twenty-eight when she'd came to work for him right there in the 
store, and to this day he couldn't satisfactorily comprehend his good 
fortune in her acceptance of his marriage proposal. 

She was so absolutely lovely! And it had been her statuesque beauty that had 
convinced him his possession of her would soon re-direct his warped passion 
away from his precious Kim...and it had temporarily, but only temporarily, 
for he'd soon found himself lecherously seeking out teen-aged girls on his 
business trips, and invariably, black young angels. 

It had all begun in Georgia that summer he'd spent on his Uncle Frank's 
wealthy estate. He'd been fourteen and Myra, their black maid's daughter, a 
year younger; there, he had learned about the enticing licking and sucking 
of tender, pink-fleshed young feminine genitals, the perverted mania he had 
never been able to outgrow; in fact, it had been two-years or so later 
before he'd had his first act of normal intercourse, and the results had 
been disappointing to him in comparison. 

Even Linda, up until his return from San Francisco the week before, when he 
had divulged himself of his accursed hunger for Kim...and this all in the 
wake of the beautiful little black girl, Dolly, who had brought him such 
rapture...yes, even his voluptuous, beautiful wife whom all his friends 
openly coveted, couldn't fulfill and eliminate the incestual hunger in his 
loins! 

God! Would he ever forget that night? He'd ordered Linda to suck him while 
he had buried his face between her ivory-white, soft thighs, tasting the 
viscous delights of her velvety cuntal flesh, and unquestionably she had 
responded, even delighting in her act he felt certain, but in the end 
nothing had changed...and two days later he had suggested Linda take his 
lovely blonde daughter and her brother, who had just arrived from Europe, to 
the cottage at Lake Monica. 

The remarkable phenomena was that his gorgeous wife still understood! The 
very last thing she had said to him as he bade them good-bye before they 
backed from the drive had been: "Don't fret, Darling. Everything is going to 
be beautiful! And you'll come up to see us Friday night after you close the 
store, won't you?" 

"Of course . . . " he'd answered. 

"We'll be looking for you, Daddy!" Kim had put in, thrusting her warm lips 
forward through the opened window for a kiss...and for a split second he'd 
thought he felt her tiny tongue teasing him! 

"We'll have a talk when you come up, Dad," Paul had said. 

"Yes...of course, son . . . " he'd managed. Christ, he hadn't exchanged a 
hundred words with the boy since his return. 

"Goodbye, Darling," Linda had said, puckering her lips for a brush kiss as 
she began to back the Caddy out...and he'd done the same, pretending their 
lips had touched, while he waved to the others...and then they were gone! 

Keith still could not shake the thought from his mind that his daughter's 
tiny tongue had purposely taunted him and for three days the incredible 
memory had plagued him, leading to fits of knuckle gnawing and pencil 
chewing. Christ! Did she know? Might Linda have told her? Whichever, he had 
to know...receptiveness, rather than feeling repulsed.. ? Or was he just 
losing his goddamned mind entirely.. ? Whichever, he had to 
know...regardless of the consequences...he had to know! 

Abruptly, he stood, sensing his penis stirring lewdly inside his shorts at 
his lecherous, abominable working mind. Cronin had closed and locked the 
front doors. It was over with again until Monday. He tossed his pencil onto 
the blotter-covered desk and went to the clothes-tree where his jacket hung. 
A forbidden ripple of excitement raced through his groin. 
Something...something licentiously dynamic was going to happen this very 
weekend, he knew! Damn, he hardly dared to think.. ! 

"Good night!" he called as he locked his office door, then walked toward the 
back exit. Excitedly, he climbed into the station wagon, glancing at the 
valise he had packed earlier in the day, then started the engine and headed 
toward Lake Monica, an hour and a half drive away.. . 

 CHAPTER 7 

Linda sat alone on the veranda in the cool evening darkness, listening to 
the occasional sounds of their youthful laughter coming up from the beach. 
She could see the glow from their fire and hear the faint strumming of 
Paul's guitar above the relentless song of the crickets. They were having a 
marvelous time and that was only right; they were all such beautiful young 
people. 

She smiled to herself, soothed and anticipating in the soft warm glow the 
scotch was affording her. Lord, she had drunk damned near a half bottle 
since the light lunch she had prepared for herself, but it had performed its 
function in helping to lessen the damnable pangs of guilt she had felt 
following her depraved wantonness with the Jarvis twins that afternoon. 

God, as if Birt's seduction hadn't been enough, she had literally flung 
herself on the other youngster, Garth, actually raping him! She was getting 
worse with every passing day...there was no question about that! Might just 
as well face up to the truth! If she had ever been able to exercise any 
control over herself, whatever measure she'd possessed had long since 
vanished! 

Neither the twins nor their sister, Jenny, had been able to look her full in 
the eye when Paul and Kim brought them up from their place in the Caddy. 
Linda hadn't been too surprised at the boys' sheepish, flushed faces, but 
their sister's blushing shyness seemed unfounded...unless, God forbid, they 
had told her...but that hardly seemed reasonable...! 

The devil with it, anyway. What was done, was done...except that her 
diversionary tactics had accomplished little but to satisfy her lecherous 
thirst of the moment! The persistent craving to seduce her stepson, Paul, to 
caress and explore his naked, handsome young body, to fondle and suck his 
hardened virile cock had not ebbed one iota since his homecoming, and it was 
more than apparent to her now that no temporary distraction was going to 
appease the ravenous passion consuming her. In spite of her earlier resolve 
not to, she had to have him! 

There was nothing spontaneous about her licentious feelings for him, she 
knew; actually, she had been set-off by the snapshot of him both her husband 
and stepdaughter had shown her after she and Keith were first married, and 
of course, she had vowed to herself that she would never let it happen. The 
mere idea by itself had shocked even-her dissolute morals...but time, it 
seemed, could remedy so many things... 

He had been younger, when the picture was taken, a darling of a boy whose 
innocent expression had reached out from the photograph to needle 
salaciously at her loins, and the first thing she had noticed when she had 
met him several days ago was the absence of that naivet. At seventeen, he 
was a boy-man...time and some enviable girl, or woman, had destroyed his 
virtue...which had in resentful jealousy, only served to fire her desire to 
possess him more heatedly. 

Still, for the sake of Keith, their marriage, and all she had come to hold 
dear, Linda had resolved solemnly against it, and then had happened the 
episode with her husband the night he had returned from San Francisco, with 
him obscenely blurting out to her his insane lecherous passion for his own 
daughter...another example of time's metamorphosis...! 

With the help of the scotch, Linda had been contemplating the myriad of 
sensuously inspiring possibilities their shedding of ridiculous inhibitions 
as a family unit could offer them...and it was not the first time since 
Keith's confession that she had excitedly pondered over the prurient idea. 
God, why not? It was a new world with logical approaches, wasn't it? Better 
that they should share their lustful passions among themselves rather than 
debauching others as she had been doing for God knows, too long, she 
reasoned! And there was small doubt in her mind now but what Keith had to 
practice his own forbidden seductions! 

As for Kim, Linda had already learned the depths of passion that fermented 
in her voluptuous young body with the escapade they had shared together with 
Andy Carlton! No, there was no question in her mind concerning Kim's 
participation, especially after seeing the licentious sparkle in the 
beautiful girl's eyes when Linda had told her of her father's incestuous 
longing for her, and the initial shock of that unexpected revelation had 
worn off its repulsive-ness for her. Linda had paid particular attention to 
the kiss Kim had planted with open-lips on her father's mouth the day they 
had left San Marco Point, along with the startled, if, suddenly excited 
expression on Keith's face. Yes, for certain, Kim would uncontrollably give 
herself to their secret family games, providing all was beautifully and 
seductively handled, which was exactly what Linda had been planning the past 
two hours! 

She drank heavily from her glass and looked off through the soft darkness at 
the glow from their fire on the beach, an intense wanton sensation of 
attainment pervading her entire sensual body. God, she was a lecherous 
hedonist of the first order, wasn't she? There was no denying it, nor had 
there ever been, but there was a difference now that she openly recognized 
and accepted the fact, she reasoned; once resolved to his irrevocable curse, 
passion, fate...whichever, one could set about enjoying its forbidden fruits 
rather than fighting, denying, or suffering the guilt that tormented 
him...and that was what she intended to make her new husband, Keith, 
understand once he arrived... 

It was Paul who bothered her the most...Paul, the boy-man of seventeen whose 
once childishly immaculate expression had given way to sagacious worldly 
knowledge. He had evidently enjoyed some thorough tutoring, for his keen 
eyes missed little when they raked over the opposite sex. She could still 
feel their hot intensity undressing and appraising her own sensitive flesh 
that first day of their meeting, and though the realization had immediately 
stimulated her, it had nevertheless angered her to perceive his loss of 
purity; she had secretly anticipated savoring that delight herself. 

But again, such were the remedies of time, and it wasn't impossible, Linda 
had decided, that his obviously inspired libido could prove challenging, as 
well an enchanting; this she had resolved before coming up to the lake, 
which was the reason she had left brother and sister to their own doings 
while she, herself, directed her lecherous interests toward the tender 
Jarvis twins until Keith arrived; then, together, with the aid of the bottle 
of absinthe she had secretly brought along, plus some carefully prepared 
props, the delicious results should come off without a hitch. 

In her scotch-incited, licentiously scheming mind, Linda could see no 
possible reason why Keith might shy from her logical proposal. Again, she 
reasoned that it was better that they vent their lust knowingly amongst 
themselves, rather than to be constantly chancing disgrace or even worse in 
their outside seductions. And God, what could be more exhilarating and 
lovingly binding in a family than shared sexual pleasure? 

Tiny little prickles of lewd anticipation rippled through her belly and 
taunted the erogenous area between her soft, warm thighs. She sensed the 
moisture that had seeped from between her feverish vaginal lips against her 
panties from her prurient thoughts and plans, and an enticing shudder ran up 
her spine. She raised the glass to her lips and drained it, almost in toast 
to herself. 

God, she was an undeniable nymphomaniac, she thought unashamedly, actually 
smiling to herself in the pleasant darkness, her liquor-hazed brain steeping 
itself in every-mounting passion. She would never get enough...never! How 
long ago was it...? Hours, since she had wantonly seduced Birt and Garth 
Jarvis? The memories alone enough to spiral her right off into a lascivious 
little game of self-indulgence...! The lewd idea of pulling up her skirt and 
removing her panties, to just sit there in the velvety shadows and 
narcissistically stroke her seemingly ever-hungry pussy until it exploded in 
ecstatic bliss was more than just tempting...she found herself gently 
pressing the puffy softness of her pubic mound through her clothing while 
she undulated and squirmed her buttocks upward against the pressure of her 
hand. . . . 

There was still plenty of time! Keith would be another hour driving up from 
the Point, and the young people were well-entertained among themselves on 
the beach. No car, nor any person could approach without her seeing them; 
she had perfect, intriguing privacy in which to perform the lewdly exciting 
act.. . ! 

She would! But first, she'd make herself a drink, then leave her panties in 
the bedroom...! She got to her feet wavering slightly, caught the arm of the 
chair and smiled once more to herself....It occurred to her then that the 
sounds of Paul's guitar and all of their laughter had ceased. The glow from 
their fire had decreased too....Now what could they be up to? Linda 
speculated in understanding desire. 

* * * 

Jenny sat and stared at him in the flickering light from the tongues of 
flame they had made. Paul watched her, not entirely sure of the words he 
sang nor the chords he struck half of the time, his mind more concerned with 
the way the scintillating lights reflected in her beautiful young eyes and 
the manner in which she hugged her knees as she gazed at him, everything he 
had ever looked for or dreamed of in a girl personified in her being. He had 
purposely forgotten the prepared cigarettes in his shirt pocket. They were 
not for her. 

Abruptly, he guessed that he loved her! Yes...he loved her! And there was 
something reciprocal in her eyes...in the way that she held her mouth to 
encourage him. They would have eleven kids...each one worse than the 
other...but he would always be there to make them tow the mark because he 
had no intentions of ever leaving his wife to go off to work 
someplace...he'd always be there painting...and making love.. . ! 

Kim's laughter interrupted him and he turned to see her between the twins, 
both of them with their arms around her, they wearing the trunks he had 
given them and she in her bikini. He came back to Jenny. She'd refused Kim's 
offer of a bathing suit. "Pa wouldn't like that at all!" she'd said. Christ, 
he couldn't help but give that a thought. What kind of character was Pa? 

Behind him, both Kim and the twins laughed. Paul stopped playing and reached 
out for Jenny's hand. He said: 

"Want to take a walk?" 

"Yes...whatever you want, Paul." 

For a long moment he stared at her, holding her small, soft hand inside his 
own caressingly. He swallowed then, and said: "I-I think...I think I've 
fallen in love with you, Jenny baby...I think so! You...you still want to 
walk...? " 

Her smile came then, an enlightenment equal to the morning sunrise. She 
answered him softly: 

"I already know that I love you, Paul!" She stood, looking down at him. 
"Take me wherever you want...and do to me whatever you want! I'm yours, 
darling!" 

In the years he had spent in Europe getting-with-it and educating himself, 
Paul had never witnessed chastity, nor any of the numerous tributaries that 
might evolve from it...and abruptly, he was drenched in an abundance of 
virginity! Standing there and staring at her, he finally decided that his 
tears were founded on ignorance more than knowledge. He wondered shamefully 
if she had seen them...? 

"Are you crying happily or because I am what I am?" she questioned as he 
walked her slowly to a more remote place not a hundred feet from the others, 
but where the scrub brush separated them. 

He drew her down onto the soft sand and kissed her tenderly. Then, he said: 
"I love you, Jenny! Nothing else matters to me...except that you're happy." 

"I'm happy as long as I'm with you!" she breathed up at him and he kissed 
her again, letting his one hand explore the mounds of her breasts fervently 
outside her bra and dress, finally smoothing down over her belly 
provocatively. 

"You know what's going to happen, don't you?" 

"Y-Yes! And...and I want it to...but...but I'm a little afraid...! " 

"Afraid? Darling, it won't hurt... " 

"No, no, not that! P-Pa! If he should ever find us! My God, Darling! If he 
should ever find us...making love. . ! " she whispered hoarsely, pressing 
herself against him in unquestioning hunger. "My God, he'd kill me...both of 
us! He would, Darling...! " 

"Hey...listen, you gorgeous angel...no one is ever going to do anything to 
you!" Paul assured her protectively. "No one, ever...just your Paul!" 

"Oh...oh God, Darling...! " Jenny gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck 
eagerly to pull his face down to her moist, warm lips...and then she was 
squirming, surprising him with the strength of her firm young body as she 
rolled him onto his back and was suddenly lying on top of him, writhing her 
soft belly and thighs against his already hardened penis while she kissed 
him with open-mouthed, tongue-taunting passion...! 

* * * 

Actually, teasing and kissing the Jarvis twins was like playing a harmless 
little game of post-office to Kim as she sat between them, feeling both of 
their strong arms around her from either side, their occasional straying 
hands crawling over the silken skin of her waist either to brush against a 
breast or caress a hip as low as they dared, while they laughed together 
over nonsensical things. 

They were both very easy to like and she would be lying if she denied the 
pleasant arousal they were causing in her belly, but the fact that there 
were two of them made for an awkward situation she was not sure she could 
cope with even if she wanted to...and she didn't. Another time, perhaps, it 
might be a terrific experience, but this night she had already formulated 
other plans that would materialize later, when the house slept and she could 
trek silently into Paul's room with her little flashlight, a significant 
moment he would quickly understand... 

Abruptly, Kim had looked over to see her brother leading Jenny along the 
beach, holding her hand inside his, the guitar left behind, and a wave of 
jealousy swept through her. Damn! What did he think he was doing...? As if 
she didn't already know! That freckled-faced little bitch had gotten to him; 
there was no question about that! She had seen the look on both of their 
faces...like two moon-struck lovers...damn! damn! damn...! 

"Something wrong, Kim...? " Birt's voice penetrated her fit of jealous 
anger, while at the same time she sensed his hand high around her waist its 
finger touching the underside of her firm, full breast. 

"Yes," she snapped, suddenly reaching behind her back to unfasten her halter 
irately, the tiny wisp of cloth falling immediately away to reveal her 
pointed, pink capped breasts in the dying light of the fire. "Dammit! If 
you're going to feel of them, do it, and stop acting like little boys.. . ! 
" 

* * * 

Paul wasn't trying to reason what was taking place, only that it was, and 
that his cock was as rigid as a length of lead pipe! His brain soared in 
charged emotion as she squirmed on top of him, pressing her soft, rounded 
body down hotly to his, her belly, cuntal mound and thighs grinding 
unbelievably against the tensed, hardened flesh of his loins, her breasts 
pressuring into his chest as she hungrily kissed and sucked at his lips and 
mouth. 

He smoothed his hands over her back and down her slender waist to her full, 
undulating buttocks, his mind racing in building lust, while she lay upon 
him wriggling her luscious hips in an increasing frenzy, kissing him and 
darting her moist, tiny tongue between his lips. 

Astonished at the way she had turned on, Paul started to speak, then thought 
better of it, afraid that he might break the enchanted spell, and damn, he 
didn't want anything to interfere now! Instead, he clung with his artistic 
hands to the delicious moons of her firmly quivering buttocks, feeling them 
warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He massaged them in 
gentle little circles, finally moving upward once more to her slender waist, 
its narrow span amazing him. 

Her warm, panting breaths were like exotic incense in his face, and she had 
spread her legs inside her dress as far apart as she could and was rubbing 
the soft mound of her warm little pussy against his rock-hard cock! Damn, he 
couldn't believe it! She was acting like a too long denied little virgin on 
her first date...which, he suddenly realized, was exactly what she was! He 
could feel the hollowed cleft of the junction of her thighs rocking 
excitedly against the bulge of his swollen prick, and he moved is hands back 
to the lush orbs of her bottom, exploringly pressing his fingers into the 
soft yielding crease between, pushing soft flimsy skirt and panty material 
before them until he felt her shudder sensually, making the pair of 
delightful mounds move erotically beneath his hands. 

"Damn, Jenny.. . " he choked, "maybe...maybe we better stop...before it's 
too late...! " 

"No! No, don't stop. Darling!" she pleaded. "I want to...I want to, Paul...! 
I love you! Oh...do it! Please do it to me...! " 

He tried to speak but his words caught in his throat as her mouth fastened 
passionately onto his neck and he realized that she was pulling her dress up 
from behind! He helped her, rolling her silken feeling panties down over her 
hips and buttocks, but wouldn't let her free to remove them all the way down 
her thighs just yet. Instead, he stroked the nakedly exposed roundness of 
her warm, vibrant buttock flesh, easing his fingers into the deep smooth 
crevice between and suddenly fingering the tightly puckered entrance to her 
tiny anus. Jenny whimpered as he stroked one hand downward over the satiny 
orbs, letting it slip beneath their enticing cleft until he felt her 
youthfully sparse pubic hair with his fingertips...and at last, the tight 
moist slit of her virginal pussy. He felt the compulsive tremor rippled 
through her excited body as he gently parted the warm velvety lips and 
teased his middle finger inside! 

"Oooohhhh...ooohhhh . . . " Jenny sighed enchantedly, trying to spread her 
legs wider inside her hampering panties so that he could reach her clitoris. 
He did, her efforts unnecessary, and once more she lurched uncontrollably as 
he touched the tiny nerve-plexus that was firmly erect beneath his caressing 
fingertip. 

Dear God! It was more wonderful than Jenny had ever imagined it could be! 
The sensations he was causing in her belly and secret sanctuary were beyond 
belief! Ohhh, she wanted more...more! But the thought of him removing his 
finger from her craving pussy even for a moment kept her fixed in her lewd 
position on top of him. Passionately, she kissed his mouth and licked 
kitten-like at his face, while through her aroused mind ran the graphic 
scenes of Linda Farley sucking her brother Birt's penis earlier that very 
day. Yes...yes! She wanted to suck Paul, too...! To suck him and have him 
put his hot, hard cock right up between her legs...be the boy to take her 
virginity...! 

"Damn, Honey!" Paul choked huskily, "I-I've got to do something...and soon! 
It's so hard, it aches...! Let's get those panties off!" 

Jenny moaned as she lifted herself off of him to her knees. Paul sat up and 
helped her slip them down the white shapely columns of her thighs, then, as 
she lay back and raised her legs, he removed them entirely. She stared up at 
him from her position on her back, her dress pulled up above her hips, her 
legs slightly spread apart, the shadowing hair sprinkled over her soft loins 
only faintly visible to him in the darkness of the night. Then, he heard her 
breath quicken as he pushed his bathing trunks down over his hips and strong 
thighs, finally stepping out of them to stand in opened shirt, his aching 
cock cleaving the air lustfully. 

Jenny raised up then, reaching out to take his hand and draw him down beside 
her, saying nothing, only gently pressing him onto his back with her hands 
against his chest. Then, she moved downward until her head was even with his 
thrusting cock, and before he realized what was happening she encircled her 
warm, soft fingers around it and began to gently stroke it. 

"Unghhh...damn!" Paul grunted to the intoxicating feel of her hand. 

"Oh Paul...it...it's beautiful . . ! " she gasped, her lips parting moistly 
as she stared down through the darkness at it. 

He couldn't believe it! Not that he hadn't been so handled by too many 
females the past three years, but never had there been such a beautiful, 
virtuous young girl as this...and never had he really loved them. God, he 
hadn't even known the meaning of the word! But he did now...! Truly, he 
did...! 

He grunted again as she inherently began to work her small grasping hand up 
and down, sliding the loose outer skin slowly back and forth over the 
spongy, purplish head. 

"Oh, Darling, it is...exciting...just as I knew it would be...! I wish I 
could see it better!" Jenny whispered, trembling excitedly at the hot, hard 
feel of it in her hand, lowering her face to better see it in the darkness. 
She saw the virile masculine sac containing his testicles then, hanging 
below the widening base of his cock between his masculine thighs, a new 
thrill racing through her at the thought of them pumping their heated sperm 
far up into her waiting pussy. 

She wondered, as she lowered her head even further in magnetic desire toward 
his uncircumcised cock, wondered if she would have realized how enchanting 
it really was had she not had something in her mind to measure by? It was 
longer than Birt's and thicker, and much more beautiful to her. Yes...and it 
was as hot and hard inside her tightly clenched hand as she had 
imagined...ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward, and more 
spongy and soft appearing when she pulled its foreskin down and looked 
closely. She could see the intriguing split at its tip, and a tiny drop of 
viscid moisture had pearled there! Dear God...what would it taste like...? 

* * * 

Sitting between the Jarvis twins, kissing one then the other while they 
eagerly fondled her naked breasts, had done little to ease the pangs of 
jealous anger seething within Kim, and absolutely nothing to incite desire 
in her. More than anything, she wanted to leap to her feet and run down the 
beach to where Paul had taken Jenny 

. . . to scream at him for what he was doing...because she knew he was...he 
was fucking her! Damn him! 

"Let's...let's go up the beach a little ways where there's more privacy," 
Garth managed hoarsely, his calloused hand squeezing and kneading one of her 
full, firm breasts in obviously building lust, while his brother mauled the 
other in equal desire. 

"Yeah, why don't we?" Birt put in huskily, trying to banish the thought of 
their father that kept creeping into his mind. 

"I've got a better idea!" Kim exclaimed, worming out of their grasps and 
leaping to her feet to face them as she suddenly rolled the tiny wisp of her 
bikini bottoms down over her hips, buttocks and thighs, presenting her 
voluptuous nude body in complete provoking enchantment before their gaping, 
startled eyes. "Let's have a nice little orgy right here! Well...? Take off 
your trunks, boys! Let's see what you've got?" 

Both Garth and Birt Jarvis sat motionless, as if dumbstruck by Kim's wanton 
actions and words, while she stood before them smiling, her legs spread 
apart and her small hands smoothing teasingly over her slender waist upward 
to cup her full, young breasts to lift them provocatively, then downward 
again over the little bowl of her belly to her flared hips, slowly moving 
inward toward her sparse, golden-hair-covered mound, until her fingertips 
gently touched the outer flanges of her excitedly puffed cunt lips, her eyes 
sparkling in lewd sensuousness. 

"C-ripes almighty!" Birt exclaimed, his swollen rod of cock flesh jerking 
responsively inside his swim trunks, lustfully mesmerized by her licentious 
caressing of her own breathtaking body...even to luridly brushing at her 
tight-slitted cunt! He couldn't help but compare her performance to that of 
her stepmother when she's sucked him earlier in the day...! 

Garth couldn't speak; he merely gaped in open-mouthed awe, while his rigid 
young cock tingled and strained against the borrowed swim-shorts, a wave of 
lascivious desire sweeping hotly through his groin. Cripes, what was it with 
these Farley women, anyway? He'd never even imagined there were people on 
earth like them...but damn, he was glad there were...! 

"Come on, boys! Don't be bashful!" Kim teased loudly, hoping that Paul would 
hear. "Take them off and show me your hard cocks! I want to see if they look 
as much alike as your faces...! " 

Garth didn't hesitate...he couldn't wait any longer. He bolted to his feet 
and pushed at his trunks, then Birt joined him. Suddenly, Kim's laughter 
filled the night as she watched them struggling frantically to strip, and 
abruptly, she whirled around, running to the water. 

"I've got another idea, fellows!" she called back over her shoulder. "Follow 
me for a skinny-dip...then we'll have our own exciting little water circus! 
Come on, hurry...! " 

They did...! 

* * * 

Paul was immune to the sight or sound of anything but what was taking place 
down below in his feverishly incited loins. In the darkness, he could make 
out the silhouette of Jenny's head and face hovering above his hot, 
throbbing length of hard cock-flesh she was so tenderly holding and stroking 
in her small, soft hand, and he tensed in wild uncertainty at what would 
happen next.. . ! 

In fascinating excitement, Jenny drew its soft foreskin downward below the 
coronal rim, then, peering close, minutely examined the exposed glistening 
head, wishing that it were light enough to better see its lewdly carnal 
splendor as Paul's tensed body spasmed to her curiously exploring 
ministrations. Fantastic sensations of desire swirled through her, as she 
stared at the enticing droplet seeping from the tiny slit at the end. She 
had to taste its maleness! She had to.. . ! 

Paul's breathing wadded in his throat! He never believed that she would, but 
as he raised his head and watched, her face continued to lower...then, he 
saw it happen! Her tiny pink tongue darted out and touched the tip of his 
cock right at the split, teasing and licking before it disappeared back into 
her mouth! Christ! 

An ultimate quiver of erotic pleasure soared through Jenny as the piquant 
tang of the seminal nectar sent messages of lewd passion from her taste buds 
to her incited brain. Uncontrollably, she licked out again, licking his 
rubbery cock-head with eager, moist tongue-strokes in search of more...at 
last, opening her lips and slipping them slowly down over the pulsating 
member in an effort to suck its warm glistening secretions up into her 
mouth! 

There was not the slightest doubt in Paul's aroused mind that his was the 
first cock she had ever held in her tiny soft hand, let alone taken into her 
mouth; yet it was as if she had studied a course on the subject the way she 
was sucking it, swirling her tongue pleasingly around the head while she 
stroked the heavy outer layer of skin up and down! God, it was heaven! He'd 
love her all the rest of his life...! 

"Baby...Baby...come up here!" he gasped, reaching down to gently draw her 
mouth up off his cock and up beside him. "That, we'll get to another time 
when we can both do it to each other...but right now...I've got to fuck you, 
Darling!" 

"Oh...oh God, yes!" Jenny whispered, delirious erotic desire stabbing at her 
belly and between her thighs at the beautiful sound of the lewd word when he 
hissed it into her face with love. She kissed him passionately, pressing her 
tongue into his mouth to share the taste of his wonderful cock with him. 

Eagerly, she helped him raise her dress above her hips once more, 
ungovernably rolling her head back and forth in her ever-rising need. Dear 
God, she wanted him so badly...! She felt him lift himself over her to 
gently nestle between her unresistingly spread thighs, then he lowered his 
hard, warm body down onto hers. 

"Oh Darling, Darling, Darling!" she moaned. "You feel so hot and nice...and 
so natural cradled there!" She clutched at his neck, mashing her open lips 
up against his and squirmed the flatness of her belly tightly to him, while 
her long nails trailed over his back beneath his open shirt, raising little 
welts in their wake. 

Possessively, Paul wedged his hands down beneath her, cupping the fullness 
of her satiny, firm buttocks, drawing her waiting receptive loins up tighter 
to him, pressuring with panting breaths against her, insinuating the 
hardness of his sizeable young cock lengthwise to move up and down her 
narrow, wide-splayed vaginal slit, sensing the velvety flesh growing more 
moist with each passing second. Her hips began an incessant, ebullient 
rotation up against his throbbing genitals, until her legs snaked out wide 
on either side of his body, her calves locking behind his knees, and she 
pulled him tighter up into her. 

Jenny mumbled something, but Paul didn't try to decipher it; he was too 
engrossed with the overwhelming enchantment of her beautiful body under him, 
and with the lust-building sensuousness of his hard cock pulsating between 
the swollen, flushed lips of her warm, moist, virginal cunt...and then she 
was smoothing her soft hands searchingly down over his body, exploring the 
secret hollows of him...while her hips and buttocks undulated in his hands 
as she ground her impassioned loins up desperately against his. 

"Oh...oh God, Paul...do it now! Please...don't make me wait any longer, 
Darling? F-Fuck me crazy, now...! " 

 CHAPTER 8 

Linda's lewd plans for a private session of auto-eroticism were interrupted 
the moment she got nicely settled in the deck-chair, a drink in one hand and 
her skirt raised to expose her naked, tingling genitals. She had just begun 
to caress and fondle her soft, hair-ornamented loins with growing enthusiasm 
when the telephone rang. At home, she would have undoubtedly ignored it, but 
up here the rarity of a call demanded attention, and swearing under her 
breath, she went to answer it. 

It was Keith. He had ran into engine trouble with the station-wagon and was 
at a garage some thirty miles away. They were installing a new fuel-pump and 
he'd probably be tied up for another couple of hours. 

"Do you want me to come after you, Darling?" she asked, trying to keep the 
slur from the scotch out of her words. 

"No, no...that won't be necessary, Linda," he answered. "I just wanted you 
to know so you wouldn't worry. I'll be there, but later than I expected." 

"All right. Darling...and when you get here I have some enticing plans to 
discuss with you," she said in her most sultry tone. 

"Hmmm, sounds mighty interesting," he replied. "Can't you tell me over the 
phone...? " 

"I think not, Darling...but I'll give you this much of a hint...It involves 
Kim and you...erotically, shall we say...? " 

"Damn, Linda! Be careful what you say. That is a party-line, you know . . . 
" he admonished her; yet she detected the aroused excitement in his voice at 
her words. "You...you can tell me all about it when I get there." 

"Yes, Lover...but it does sound stimulating, doesn't it?" she persisted, 
knowing that she had reached his lecherous libido. 

"Y-Yes...yes, it does...but don't say anymore now. I'll be there in a couple 
of hours... " 

Linda returned to her quiet verandah chair wearing a sensual smile. She 
re-established herself in her comfortable, skirt-raised position, her 
rounded, full thighs slightly spread, then sipped at her drink as she 
affectionately flicked her fingers around her own moist genitals. It 
occurred to her then that she wouldn't carry the act to completion, but 
instead would just relax and goad her appetite in preparation...sort of an 
onanistic bit of lewdness.. . 

* * * 

Kim was a strong swimmer; it was simple for her to keep a distance between 
herself and the Jarvis twins behind, as she stroked toward the dark outline 
of the raft ahead. Suddenly, the moon had made its appearance in a crescent 
shape, but reflecting enough of the sun's light to illuminate her 
destination more clearly. 

She loved to swim in the nude; she just wished it was Paul coming along 
behind her rather than those two...although, she was aware that ordinarily 
their young handsomeness would pleasantly satisfy her. It was only that 
she'd had plans...and yes, she was angry and jealous; she'd wanted to be the 
first to have him, brother or not. What difference did it make? She didn't 
intend to have any babies by him, and what else was supposedly so horrible 
about an incestuous relationship? Twisted and warped minds, were all; still 
those very same minds could give righteous credence and sanction to someone 
named Adam who had to have married his own sister, or Lot who had screwed 
his daughters... 

The latter thought immediately inspired exciting visions of her daddy, and 
the revelation Linda...beautiful Linda, had gently and understandingly 
informed her of. God, how terribly upset she had been at first, but then, 
once the accepted and expected abominable reaction had worn away, the idea 
that her wonderful and handsome daddy desired her sexually had keyed her to 
unbelievable excitement! 

God, she couldn't help but wonder what his penis would look like! Would it 
be long and thick? Oddly enough, and living in the very same house with him 
all these years, she had never seen it.. . ! 

"Hey, wait up!" One of the twins called from behind her. 

Kim laughed and reached out to grasp the canvas-covered side of the raft. 
She let the buoyancy of the fresh water lift her shapely legs froglike, then 
felt the swell of the lake gently lilting her naked body. Damn, she was hot! 
She'd let them both fuck her if they wanted to, right there in the water, 
and she would think of Paul and Daddy...but no more of Andy Carlton. 
No...sorry Andy, she mused with a smile tugging at her luscious mouth. 
You've done all you can for me! Note, it's time for Daddy and Paul. . . even 
these two wild mountaineers! 

* * * 

Reed Jarvis was in a state of enraged fanaticism! 

His house was empty! At first, he could not believe it, but as he tramped 
from bedroom to bedroom and saw that their beds had not even been opened, an 
unprecedented wave of fury swept through his massive frame. 

So, this was their dissolute practice when he was away? Not that he doubted 
for one moment their incestuous affiliations, but when he left for Boswell 
to fulfill the devil's accursed demands, they scurried away like evil little 
animals to sin and sin, and sin again! He'd never thought of that! 

With blazing eyes he sought out his jug and poured a full glass of the 
fermented, almost white apple-extraction. Thirstily, he consumed two-thirds 
of it, then refilled the glass. Again, he drank heavily. 

Where could they be? 

He shook his huge, bearded head as might a powerful bulldog with its quarry 
between its set teeth. Lust and licentiousness were a part of it! He felt 
certain of that, even as his own denied, powerful loins throbbed in their 
needing desire. He would lay the whip to the boys, just as his own father 
had taught him! And he would take the girl to a room and chastise her in the 
very manner that Moses might decree...in the only punishing way she would 
understand! After all, she was a wanton female with salacity permeating her 
loins! There was but one cure for that...and he had it, thank the Lord! 

He drained his glass, started to pour again, but instead, tilted the 
extended lip of the jug to his mouth and let the soothing liquid pour down 
into his belly... . 

Where...? Where would they go...? 

Suddenly, he thundered to his feet. Of course...! Why hadn't he thought of 
that? The Farleys! Those Messalinas! And it had been planned...knowing he 
was anticipating a trip to Boswell! How perfect for them...how shrewdly 
clever...giving themselves to the evil wantonness of the likes of those two 
daughters of Satan, and she, his own daughter, to the lascivious demands of 
the world-tainted son! 

Once more, he raised the jug to his lips, drinking thirstily. He slammed the 
earthen container down onto the table and stared off at nothing; his brain 
worked feverishly. 

You bitch! If only you hadn't taken the poison...helped me in raising them! 
Rot in hell, wife! I'll teach them right from wrong! Especially, your tender 
daughter.. . ! 

* * * 

Jenny's whimpering plea begging him to take her...no, to fuck her...had 
raised unexpected sensations of lust in Paul, and he lifted himself, 
reaching down toward his loins, but she had anticipated him and her small 
hand darted between them to encircle his throbbing cock, causing them both 
to gasp hotly into each other's face... 

Dear God! It felt so wonderful inside her clasping hand! For a long moment, 
she held it in possessive affection, then hesitantly guided its fleshy tip 
between the tight virginal lips of her passion-moistened 
vagina...Ooohhhhh...it was her Paul's...her own handsome Paul's...and God, 
how she wanted it inside her...! 

Paul grunted above her as he felt her moving it up and down the dampened 
split wedgingly, parting the soft silky hair of her tender pussy with the 
palpitating, blood-engorged head. 

"Damn!" he gasped chokingly. "G-Get it placed. Honey...then...then spread 
your thighs as...as far apart as you can...and lift your bottom...it'll help 
to.. . to open your.. . " 

"My cunt?" Jenny hissed passionately, finishing his sentence with excited 
lewdness for him. 

"Christ.. . ! Y-Yes...your beautiful, precious little cunt!" Paul whispered 
hotly, the sound of the obscene four-letter word tumbling from her delicate 
lips adding additional fuel to his building licentiousness. 

"All right, Darling...like this?" Jenny questioned, spreading her firm young 
thighs lubriciously and placing her feet flat in the sand to raise her soft 
curling pubic hair up against the tip of his probing cock. 

"Oh Jenny...you luscious little creature!" Paul gasped at her eager bodily 
response and the wild tickling sensation brushing at the head of his cock. 

"Now...now, Darling, do it! Please...fuck me!" she pleaded once more, moving 
her raised buttocks back and forth in wanton desire, her small, chaste 
vaginal mouth nibbling warmly at the end of his aching member. 

Paul couldn't have held back if his life depended on it! Yet, above all, he 
didn't want to hurt her and her tight little pussy hole seemed so small to 
him as he began to exert pressure; he felt her soft, sensitive flesh give 
before the swollen rubbery tip of his cock and realized that she was holding 
her breath. . . . 

Suddenly, Jenny whimpered in a blend of passionate desire and trembling 
misgiving, sensing the tender lips around her tingling vaginal passage 
abruptly pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment 
causing a sharp little pain that whipped her breath away, the sudden thought 
racing into her brain that it was never going to fit! Dear God, it was too 
big for her small cuntal passage.. . ! Yes...too big...! And even as she 
speculated in growing consternation, something gave...! Sharper stretching 
pains charged through her loins into her belly and she bit at her lip 
tightly... 

"Damn...it hurt you, didn't it, Baby? And I didn't want it to!" Paul 
bemoaned down into her beautiful, stunned young face. "Y-You want to 
stop...? " 

"No! No! Don't stop, Darling!" Jenny cried, rolling her head slowly back and 
forth, her fingers clawing into the hard flesh of his strong arms. "Do it! 
Please...do it.. . ! " 

Again, he pressed his hips forward, slipping in quarter and half-inches the 
thickened shaft of his hard cock into the hot velvety stretching flesh of 
her virginal cunt-passage...gently but relentlessly against the warm, 
elastic resistance...until she couldn't hold back a whimper of rising pain. 

"Oooohhhh...aaauuuggghhhh...Darling 

. . . ooohhhh...it hurts...! M-My God...! " 

Paul stopped then, catching her tossing head between his hands and bending 
down to kiss her swollen, chewed lips, feeling the moisture of her 
tear-dampened cheeks against his own. "Easy, Baby, the worst is over," he 
soothed lovingly. "It'll be all right in a minute...hold tight to me...yes, 
like that...dig your nails into me...anything!" he whispered, his hands 
moving down to slip beneath her firm, rounded buttocks, cupping them and 
holding them up to his loins as he once more began to gently, but firmly, 
push into her with his aching cock. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God.. . ! " Jenny chanted painfully at his unceasing 
entry into her horribly stretched little vagina, the agony seeming to mount 
to an unbearable point...and then, they both heard it.. . the tight, vainly 
resisting membrane of her maidenhead popping with a quick, muffled sound, 
and abruptly, his blood-filled cock slipped moistly inside her with a quick 
rush that left her gasping for breath! 

By the faint light from the moon, Paul saw her eyes open wide as did her 
mouth at the submerging charge of his stone-hard rod of flesh into the 
smooth channeled depths of her tight, no-longer virginal, pussy. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh...auuugghhhhhhh!" she groaned uncontrollably as Paul felt the 
warm, velvet-like sheath slip viscidly over his sensitive, lust-stiffened 
cock...felt it race up her cuntal passage deep into her heaving little belly 
before he could control the pressure he had been forced to exert...her 
delightfully squeezing pussy walls, so moist and tight, clasping the entire 
length of his prick...until with a loud grunt his balls slapped fleshly into 
the upturned cheeks of her tensely clenching ass. 

* * * 

Kim clung to the raft until Birt and Garth Jarvis came up on either side of 
her catching a hand-hold on the anchored platform. They were both breathing 
hard from the effort of their swim and she couldn't help but laugh at them. 

"You boys don't have as much stamina as I thought," she teased, suddenly 
reaching down in the water to find Birt's cock...and to find it quite 
flaccid. "Oohhh, Birtie.. . " she pouted tauntingly as he jerked and grunted 
to her licentiously grasping hand. "Now what do you expect to do to me with 
that...? " 

"Oh cripes!" Birt replied characteristically for the millionth time that 
night...until Kim thought if she heard it once more she would scream. 

It was all so ridiculous in the first place, she decided, feeling Garth's 
cool, naked body floating up behind her, his re-hardening penis brushing 
against her naked buttocks, and then his hands reaching around to cup her 
breasts. 

God...what was she doing? She didn't want either one of them...not really! 
Her jealousy and anger at Paul had goaded her into believing that somehow 
she would be getting even with him...! 

"Let's do it!" Garth said huskily, one of his hands moving eagerly down over 
her belly toward her pussy. 

"Do what?" Kim said, catching a hold on his wrist, then easily twisting out 
of his embracing ft rms. 

"You know...what you said...about a water circus! Cripes, you know.. . ! " 
he gasped, thrashing in the water to reach her once more, "I've got a better 
idea yet!" Kim tittered, easily keeping a distance between both boys and 
herself. "Why don't you two play with each other and I'll watch...? " 

"W-What?" Birt asked incredulously. 

Kim laughed outright, and Garth snapped: "Why...why you damn little bitch? 
Come on, Birt, let's get her...! " 

Still laughing, Kim struck out toward shore with both of them at least 
ten-feet behind her, not the slightest bit worried about them overtaking 
her. 

"Catch me, boys, and I'll let you fuck me...if you still have the strength!" 
she called back mockingly in the darkness, then began seriously putting 
increasing yardage between them. Once on the beach she would scoop up her 
bikini and run up to the cottage...God, what had she been thinking of, 
anyway? Daddy was coming tonight...might even be there now! Sweet, sweet 
Daddy...! 

* * * 

Jenny felt the hard, spongy tip of Paul's cock pressing relentlessly deep up 
inside her against what must surely be her cervix; the ridges of solid flesh 
along its length, the tickling of his testicles crammed tightly into the 
smooth crevice between her trembling buttocks, all were suddenly a part of 
her. Something delightful was happening within her quivering, unplundered 
belly. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but she had become one with him, 
and in-spite of the lessening ripples of pain still alive in her loins, her 
tiny tongue slipped out to begin an erotic licking at her lips. 

Paul could faintly see the flaring of her nostrils as she lay fully impaled 
beneath him, and with his cock entombed up inside her hot, tight channel to 
its hilt, he lowered down to kiss her waiting, receptive mouth. She clung 
ardently to him, moaning with passion and nibbling at his tongue as he 
gently began to flex the rigid stalk of his organ inside her raising new 
little sounds of desire into her throat, until at last, she began to answer 
with a responsive tightening of her vaginal muscles, and her flaring 
nostrils picked up the cadence. 

It was a strange impaling sensation, but hardly pain any longer, Jenny 
reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening electric-like tingle of 
rapture had bloomed inside her belly and loins to race crazily over the raw 
nerve-ends of her vibrant young body. Dear God, this was it...love!...the 
reason for being...the meaning of all things! Yes...yes...all things tightly 
embodies into one that ripples through her wanting cunt and out its fleecy 
outer lips, coursing like tiny pitchfork carrying imps over her milky-white 
thighs to the full length of her legs and about her toes as she curled them 
tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her contracting belly 
insanely through her rib-cage to the distended, encased nipples of her 
passionately throbbing breasts. 

"Ooohhh...ooohhhh, Paul darling! Do it.. . do it! I want it moving in and 
out of me now...please, my darling.. . now!" 

Gently at first, then increasing the pace and length of his stroke, Paul 
began to fuck into her, establishing an erotic sawing motion, his 
ever-expanding hard cock riding moistly up into her delicious young cuntal 
channel, her body reacting enchantedly as she writhed and squirmed beneath 
him, lifting her loins to his in impassioned rhythm. 

There had never been a girl like this!...a girl!...a moment!...a sensation 
of such complete enrapturing love! God, how he loved her! Paul realized 
almost fanatically! His whole meaning for being...his exact destiny on this 
earth had been fulfilled the moment she was born! He watched her toss her 
beautiful head in unequivocal bliss, all signs of pain completely gone from 
her magnificent young body, her legs spread wide in lustful acceptance of 
his impaling cock, beautifully shaped legs that quivered and twitched 
spasmodically in unashamed sexual tempo, while her tongue slithered moistly 
in an in-and-out oral fucking semblance of their act below. 

Sensitively, Paul felt tears of utter joy filling his eyes. Love and lust 
made weird partners, he thought in stupid happiness. God, she wanted him as 
much as he wanted her, but in true love, not the tripe he had associated 
himself with! Meaningfully, he began to move into her with greater force, 
lengthening his strokes as well as quickening them as she whimpered 
ecstatically under him. He drew his aching cock nearly out of the tight 
moist sheath clasping it ravenously, then thrust it back deep into her 
upraised teen-aged pussy, his balls slapping hard against the hairless, 
puckered hole of her tiny anus! 

Possessively, he gaped downward in the faint light at where his cock was 
sliding smoothly in and out of her enchanting little cunt, concentrating on 
the mind-shattering sensations of the soft, swollen, hair-lined folds of her 
pink, clasping vaginal-flesh clinging frantically to his raging prick 
ramming now with lustful force into her belly, the wanting passage of 
velvety raw flesh sucking at it as might a newborn baby's lips on its 
mother's nipple each time he pulled it out, then the tiny petals vanishing 
as he surged ever more violently into her. 

"Oh...ooohhhh. Darling!" Jenny gasped. "Yes.. . ! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Do 
it hard! Fuck me hard, my darling.. . ! " 

"I love you!" Paul gasped, kissing her lips, nose, eyes. 

"Y-Yes...I know! And I...I...oh God, Paul, my love...I'm going to...! " 
Jenny gasped, squirming madly to the sensations of ultimate release building 
inside her. "I'm going to...to do it... " 

"To cum?" he blurted. "Yes...! To cum...cum...cum...! " 

* * * 

To her immediate knowledge, Linda couldn't recall such immediate 
fermentations of desire as she had set-off with her forbidden plans, Keith's 
phone-call, plus her own taunting of her never-satisfied desires. 

She had sat very placidly in the deck-chair, lewdly incited by the idea of 
her own thighs spread open before her, with her tingling cunt beneath her 
caressing hand so nakedly exposed to the whole world. She had made up her 
mind not to make herself cum...only to tease for what was later to come.. . 

And then, the lights! 

In a scurry, Linda tugged down her skirt as the vehicle swung into the yard. 
It couldn't be Keith! She moved forward and stood, then saw the massive 
presence of Reed Jarvis! 

She had the door hooked, but his powerful hand against it had torn the eye 
from its screwed-in place. 

"Where are they, Lady?" he questioned menacingly. "Where are my children?" 

Linda backed away in stunned fear, cringing before the ferocity of his 
blazing eyes. "I-I...they're . . . " she stammered and choked on the words, 
unable to get them out. 

"Don't toy with me woman!" the giant ogre boomed. "Where are they?" 

"T-The beach...a cookout...that's all, Mr. Jarvis...! " she managed at last, 
her hand clutching at the hollow of her slender throat. "Please...they've 
done nothing wrong...I've been right here...listening to them laughing and 
singing . . . " 

"Huh!" he sneered mockingly. "You? God forbid! I'll decide that for myself!" 

. . . And with that, he was gone, storming off the verandah down the path 
toward the beach...! Dear God! She could only pray that he wouldn't catch 
them right in the act.. . ! Oh Keith, why don't you come...? 

* * * 

Paul could only think of a tiny squirming little animal as Jenny moaned and 
whined in under him, guttural sounds that were coming from deep in her 
throat, while her strong working thighs opened and closed around him as she 
thrust her loins upward onto his furious cock in counter motion to his wild 
plunges. 

"Ooohh...Darling, harder...har-rrdeeerrrr!" she whimpered blissfully, 
drawing back her legs and locking them over his shoulders, presenting him 
with the full, widespread plain of her upraised cunt. Her eyes and teeth 
were clenched tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her 
orgasm came onto her. 

"Ooohhh...ooohhhh, Paul...I...I'm going to cum! Oohhh...Now!...Now!" 

Paul clutched his fingers into the firm, satiny flesh of her driving young 
buttocks, lifting and drawing them tighter to him, then sensed her 
contracting cunt-walls open like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of 
warm, gushing female secretions to bathe his frantically pummeling cock. He 
rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of 
her spasming channel, and the liquid seeped wetly out around his battering 
organ, flowing down the crevice of her lovely white ass to flood his balls 
as they slapped rhythmically against her excitedly working anus...! 

"Where are you? In God's name, where are yon brats of Satan...? " 

Paul felt an icy chill race the length of his spine at the blood-curdling 
sound of the thundering voice splitting the silence of the night! 

"Oh my God! It's Pa...! " Jenny exclaimed, suddenly shoving and clawing as 
she twisted savagely to get from beneath her panting young lover who was 
still trying to plunge his unfulfilled cock into her now fearfully recoiling 
passage. 

"Oh Christ...just another minute?" Paul pleaded, trying to hold her pinned 
under him while his hips worked in a desperate rutting action. 

"Stop! Let me up, damn you!" Jenny spat and writhed in her panic. "Let me up 
or I'll scream and...and he'll kill you...! " 

Paul couldn't believe it! The look of horrified terror that had came over 
her...and her threat.. . ! It struck him then that she wasn't lying, that in 
her terrible fear of this monster she would sacrifice him and cry rape...! 

He rolled off of her, hearing but not listening to the fear-filled voices of 
her brothers cowering before the enraged man's condemning roar, watching as 
she pulled on her panties, frantic whimpers bubbling out of her, then 
straightening her hair and clothing before bolting to her feet.. . deserting 
him and his aching cock without even so much as a good-bye...! 

 CHAPTER 9 

Kim had gotten to the beach, nimbly swiping up her bikini pieces with the 
boys shouting and thrashing in the water behind her. She had started to 
laugh and race naked up the path toward the cottage; It was fun really; then 
she had spotted the lights and heard Reed Jarvis' explosive voice talking to 
her step-mother...! 

The apprehension that had charged through her stopping her cold, had been 
for the twins and Jenny rather than herself, and quickly she had run back to 
the beach to meet the blond-haired young adonises who were struggling out of 
the water and lunging toward her with outstretched arms. 

"Hurry!" she warned. "It's your father! Get something on and keep him busy 
while I find Paul and Jenny...! " 

With that she had melted into the brush like a wood sprite, still carrying 
her tiny wisps of covering in her hand, the switch's of undergrowth angrily 
clawing and stinging her white, naked flesh, her high-set, firm full breasts 
swaying and dancing as she ran through the darkness in her attempt to locate 
them...but she never did...Finally, she had heard the terrible reprimanding 
voice of the bearded giant again, along with the pleading voices of Birt and 
Garth, and the sobbing whimpers of Jenny; the truck had started up and left. 
Only the silence of the darkness remained. 

She slipped into her bikini once more and started back toward the cottage. 
God, she thought, what an utter fiasco this night had been...! 

Linda was in the sitting-room, a drink in her trembling hand, her face drawn 
and pale in the aftermath of obvious fear, when Kim entered. 

"Thank God, you're all right, Baby!" her step-mother exclaimed, then sighed 
heavily, leaning back in her chair. "I was just going to start looking for 
you... " 

"I hid in the brush when I heard his terrible voice," Kim said, walking into 
the light to better see what damage had been done to her smooth, satiny 
skin. A few red welts and a scratch here and there...nothing serious. "Did 
Paul come back yet?" 

"He's in his room...looking quite awful...I think he was actually crying, 
Kim . . . " Linda said, her own beautiful eyes visibly moist. "Did...did 
anything happen...I mean, were you doing things...? " 

"No...not really," Kim replied evasively. She could see no reason to 
elaborate. "But God, Linda, what a horrifying man he is! If only Daddy had 
been here...! I thought he was coming tonight...? " 

"He is, Darling. He ran into some car trouble. He'll be late, but he's 
coming," Linda informed, taking a long swallow from her glass. "And I'm 
going to insist that he keep that self-righteous brute off this place. My 
God, those poor children...! I wonder what he'll do to them?" 

Kim didn't attempt to answer her question; she was more concerned with her 
own brother and what had really transpired between Jenny and him. Had he 
done it to her? Maybe she'd been too frightened or prudish...? She hoped so. 
"I'm going in to see Paul." 

"His door is locked, Baby," Linda said. "I think it's better if we leave him 
alone until whatever it is wears off. He seemed quite upset." 

Kim nodded, respecting her step-mother's advice. Perhaps it would be better 
to wait awhile...let him calm down...but she was definitely going to him, 
and this very night! Even the appalling presence of Reed Jarvis had done 
little to eliminate the desire that had been fermenting inside her the 
entire day...and secretly, maybe she was happy that the terrible man had 
made his bombastic appearance! Now, she could have him, her Paul, all to 
herself...Where had she put that little flashlight, anyway...? 

* * * 

Paul lay stripped on his bed in the soft, shaded glow from the bedside lamp, 
the sweet smell of pot-smoke heavy in the room, his unsatisfied penis still 
in a semi-state of hardness, a nauseating ache pulsing in his groin. 

Christ, he still couldn't believe the way she had turned on him, her 
luscious body cringing in rank fear...one minute loving him...the next, 
ready to betray him...! Love? Bullshit! Damn her beautiful, hot little ass! 
What kind of hold was it that such a raving fanatic could have on his kids? 
Not that it made a hell of a lot of difference to him anymore; their 
short-lived love affair was .certainly washed up! Paul Farley would be the 
last person in the world she would ever want to look at again...and if she 
was that goddamned spineless he wasn't so certain that he gave a damn! 
Only...only that was a lie! he realized, dragging deep from the rolled 
cylinder in his hand and holding the smoke down to let its euphoric effects 
work at soothing his physical and mental frustrations. 

To hell with it...with her! It was back to the bitches for him! Leave the 
unsoiled precious virgins to their goddamned world of fantasy and zealous, 
fiery-eyed fathers. . . ! Damn...oh damn! He could bawl! And his lousy cock 
was as hard as a broom-handle again...! 

* * * 

Two more scotches, following Kim's exit to her room, had returned Linda's 
jangled nerves to normal, besides re-kindling the yet unsated lust she had 
spent the evening in honing to a stabbing needlepoint. Of course, her 
considerable liquor consumption was having its effect on her physical and 
mental equilibrium too, she realized, but she had reached that befogged 
stage of not giving a damn, of where her lecherous libido was taking command 
over any better judgment she had ever laid claim to. 

And Keith, damn him, where was he? It seemed hours since he'd 
called...Sending her and the children up here...exposing them to that 
hideous monster...just because he couldn't face up to the fact that he 
letched after his own daughter.. . ! Well, she lusted after his son, too, 
and right at that very singular moment her pussy was like a little nest of 
moist, palpitating excitement just thinking about him! 

God! He had been in his room over an hour now...maybe longer, she wasn't 
certain of time it seemed...but she'd heard him unlock his door and go to 
the bathroom sometime before, and she was certain that he hadn't relocked it 
when he'd returned...and he was lying in there alone...naked probably, his 
sleek young muscular body stretched out in the cool of the opened-windowed 
breeze...and perhaps with his already enlightened teenaged cock hard and 
rigid in want and need...and the needing that she had and wanted to give, 
immerse him in her salaciously insatiable passion...! 

Awkwardly, Linda got to her feet, using chair-arms and tables to keep from 
staggering. Lord, she was drunk! And how! Woooo...! She smiled to herself 
sillily. Not that she needed any false courage, but it helped, she thought, 
stumbling toward her bedroom to undress, insane little spirals of licentious 
sensations permeating her taunted and teased genitals at the thought of what 
she intended to do! 

* * * 

Reed Jarvis, a horsewhip in his meaty hand, stood ominously towering over 
the table in his barren kitchen and the three horror-struck young people 
cowing in their chairs around it. 

"Retribution is at hand you evil vomit of your mother's womb!" he bellowed 
portentously. "Did you think for one moment that I haven't known what goes 
on amongst you? God have mercy on you for the unforgivable stigma of your 
sins...because I don't intend to! I'm going to strip the very hides from 
your backs!" he snarled viciously at the twins; then, to his only daughter 
who sat with sobbing, buried face in her hands: "You, slattern, I'll teach 
another way...in a manner the likes of your wanton soul will better 
understand! But first...as prescribed by His law, you will confess...openly 
confess to me and before your sister and brother the wicked debaucheries 
you've all shared in your lust...then, will come the penance! Speak, damn 
you! Speak!" 

Of the three, Jenny did not move as his tremendous hand crashed down in 
emphasis on the table, while both Birt and Garth exploded in crazed cries of 
fear. It had occurred to her suddenly that there was nothing more this 
misled tyrant who was her father could do to destroy her. In her insane fear 
at the tumultuous scream of his voice on the beach, she had panicked, like a 
shocked and awe-stricken animal racing for the cover of its den before the 
bestial hunter, only to recover herself in sanctuary and realize that her 
mate lie naked and wounded out there before the hunter's fiendish wrath! 

Dear God, what had she done to the only person who had ever truly brought 
her blissful happiness? She loved him, but had deserted him...or was it that 
she was trying to save him...? 

"We...we didn't do anything, Pa! I swear it!" Garth blurted. "We just swam 
and stuff.. . ! Honest! And if that woman hadn't did what she did to me 
today...I wouldn't even've been there...! " 

"What are you saying, boy?" Reed Jarvis thundered, catching his son's 
forearm in an iron grip, making the boy wince. "Tell me! What're you 
saying?" 

"Ungh!" Garth winced again to his father's inhuman grasp. "I-It's the truth, 
I swear it! She...she caught me in the woods peeing and jumped me from 
behind! She...she raped me, Pa.. . ! " 

"God Almighty!" the massive brute gasped. 

"It...it's true, Pa!" Birt chimed in quickly, seeing his own outlet from 
punishment. "She did the same to me earlier...when I left to take Jenny to 
Cold Spring. She was on the private road with a flat-tire and I changed it 
for her. . . ! Then...then, she took me into the woods and did things to 
me...! Oh God, on my honor, I swear it!" 

"Did things? What things?" the gargantuan man probed, his blazing eyes 
narrowed in seething raged lust. 

"Things...like...like taking my penis and...and putting it in her mouth!" 
Birt moaned. 

"Set up, boy! This is no time for whimpering like a beaten cur! Did 
she...did she draw out and swallow your seed?" 

"Oh, Pa.. . ! " 

"Well, answer me, you beguiled, warped animal ! Did she?" 

"Yes! Yes, she did!" Birt cried. 

"And you, brother to this jellyfish? Did she extract the sperm from your 
loins?" 

"Y-Yes...yes, she did!" Garth blurted, lowering his head in shame. 

"Foul specimens of prurience!" Reed Jarvis spat vindictively. "And you, 
maiden of lust, let me hear your confession!" 

Jenny did not speak. Her brother's timid betrayals had somehow given her 
strength. Suddenly, she felt her head being jerked upward from her hands by 
the force of her hair, a shrieking pain racing through her skull as if she 
were in the process of being scalped. 

"Speak up, slattern bitch!" her father spat down into her face. "Tell us 
before the Almighty your wanton sins!" 

"I have none!" she replied through clenched teeth up at him. "None...do you 
hear? None!" 

"You lie! Like the despicable person of your mother, you lie! You're filled 
with her blood! You're twisted, whorish and evil!" he spat, tiny flecks of 
spittle at the corners of his mouth and on the spears of his red beard. 

But she hadn't! She had committed no sin! She loved Paul Farley, and giving 
her body to him had never been an act of wantonness...only love, untainted 
love...love...love! She had betrayed him once, but she would not do it this, 
a second time! Even Peter had been given three chances...! 

"All right, little slut!" her father spat vilely. "If you choose to protect 
the evil! But you'll witness retribution! You'll come with us while we, your 
brothers and myself, bear the staff of righteousness into that evil place, 
extracting an eye for an eye, and carrying out the Word of the Book!" 

Garth looked to his brother's drawn and frightened face, finding nothing 
there but a reflection of his own fears. "What-What do you mean, Pa...! " he 
managed finally. 

"What do I mean...? I'll show you! All of you, get back in the pickup! The 
Jarvis' are going to reek vengeance in kind...! " 

 CHAPTER 10 

Unintentionally, Kim slept, the tiny flashlight still held tightly in her 
hand. 

Paul lay in the pineish breeze that came up from the lake in a whispering 
sound through the tall trees to sooth his naked flesh. He couldn't sleep. In 
the mesmerizing wake of three joints it seemed that he should, but he could 
not. His cock protruded from his pelvis like a knight's lance, and his loins 
throbbed with his unfulfilled desire. He rolled and tossed for over an hour, 
grinding it against and into the weave of the sheet, between his belly and 
that luxury of cloth, sensing it growing more feverish rather than 
less...until he had reached the point of doing what he had not had to in two 
years. 

Shit! What difference did it make? His groin throbbed painfully! No use of 
thinking about her anymore...it was over! Her Pa had come! Christ, what was 
his thing? Did he want her, too? Why not? It was common enough wasn't it...? 

He reached down and encircled his cock with his hand. Maybe this was the 
way! No pain...no stigma...no attachments... 

The door opening caught his eye...held it until he was sure, and then, out 
of the shadows he saw her moving toward his bed! Her? Of course...with 
tits...? Who else but a her...? His stepmother! Linda! My God, Linda! 
Completely and beautifully naked...Linda! Ever moving toward his bed, she 
came, a smile...a silly smile on her face, the absolute entrancement of her 
full, firm breasts waggling gently, holding his eyes' level all the way 
across the room...and then, he saw the rest of her, the wasp waist, the wide 
hips, the thighs and the smattering of dark curling pubic hair covering her 
loins...he saw them and went back to the distended nipples of her breasts! 

"Wh-What the hell!" he gasped at her. 

She sat down on the edge of his bed. "Are...are you ready for me, Baby?" 

He could see her well in the shaded light from his glowing lamp. Christ! His 
father would kill him! She was beautiful...all the wet dreams he had ever 
had! He said: "I think you got the wrong door...! " 

"No. I've got the one I looked for," she answered softly, crawling onto the 
bed...and then, her lips were upon his and he drew her up into his arms 
until her breasts...her beautiful breasts slowly crushed against him. 

He turned his head away and forced her tongue out of his mouth and said: "Oh 
Christ! What're you trying to prove, Linda?" 

"That you want me...and I want you!" she answered softly, but emphatically. 

"Okay...okay...but what about Dad?" 

"What about him, Darling? What...how much do you know about Dad? 
Remember...you were all Mom, eh? Now...what do you know about Dad?" 

Of course, Paul never caught the first iota of her meaning. She was talking, 
confusing him. And if he had, it was doubtful that he would ever have 
reasoned what she was saying. The feel of her long, statuesque body blended 
against his was enough to blind his senses. He began to rub his cock up 
against her soft yielding belly, and then her hand descended to find it, 
grasp it, and taunt it more in knowing measures of stroking sensual 
pleasure. 

Linda ran her thumb over the slit at its tip, finding the expected drop of 
secretion and smoothing it down over the shaft's rubbery head, around its 
crown to the spot of enticement beneath its coronal rim. She felt Paul 
squirm and jerk beneath the lecherous touch of her educated hand. She leaned 
close, offering her soft mouth up in a pursed kiss and he lifted his head to 
receive it, then, she applied slow and taunting pressure, squeezing the 
wedge of her tiny pink tongue out to taunt his lips and slip between them 
into his mouth. 

Hungrily, she felt him draw it into the cavern, his own young masculine 
tongue and clean white teeth imprisoning it in a warm sucking motion that 
told her all she wanted to know! 

He was ready...more than ready! She had timed her entrance perfectly! 

"Oh God...y-you bitch!" he gasped hissingly. "You beautiful bitch!" 

She slithered from his grasp lower to kiss his chest and the nipples of his 
hard breasts swirling her tongue wildly around their hairy foundation. She 
raised her head and said: "I'm going to suck your cock, little darling, 
Paul! I'm going to suck it until it squirts all of its love-juice into my 
mouth, then, I'll come back and kiss you with it still on my lips!" 

For a long moment, he breathed heavily, before he said: "You beautiful 
wanton bitch! Damn! Go ahead! I want you to! Suck it. Mama! Suck it!" 

She squirmed downward in the bed, then kissed his navel and laved his lean 
muscular stomach with her tongue, sensing him writhing and jerking beneath 
it. She still held to his cock working its outer layer of hot, heavy skin 
back and forth over the throbbing shaft of rigid flesh, measuring it, 
feeling its thickness and ruling its length by the width of her hand, not 
unhappily...certainly incited if by nothing more than the soft, springy 
sensation of his pubic hair beneath the base of her fingers and palm...and 
finally the feel of his full, bloated testicles when she searched down there 
and cupped them warmly... 

. . . And that was where her hand rested, encompassing the inflated sphere 
of his balls when she lowered her face and mouth to the head of his cock and 
began to explore and lick at the split of its tip, wild sensations of 
lecherous enchantment charging through her and spilling the lubricious 
secretions from the secret sources of her pulsating vagina. 

* * * 

When all was repaired and Keith Farley had paid the thirty-four dollars 
charges, he drove out of the garage slowly, and along the narrow street 
toward the freeway with a tiny lump in his throat, the words of his luscious 
young wife still looming strong in his mind. involves you and Kim erotically 
. . . . '" 

God! Had she realized what she was saying...? Or had she been drinking too 
heavily again? The damned booze...it seemed to be her steady diet 
lately...for some reason or other; he'd noted it too many times...but even 
so, she had said "You and Kim" very plainly! And there was only one meaning 
to such a statement...after the way he had blurted out his soul to her when 
he'd returned from San Francisco ! 

Oh God! Yes, oh God! What else was there to say? He'd been a fool to reveal 
his terrible secret, even...maybe, especially, to his own wife! What must 
she really think of him, now that she knew? 

A father lecherously desiring his own daughter...but he did! He did! Christ, 
he even dreamed about it! He went to sleep with his cock hard in its 
longing, and awakened with its throbbing in the aftermath of his lurid 
dreams, the uncontrollable lurching shaft of flesh even worse in her 
presence along the hallway, wearing, or not, whatever, or at the breakfast 
table when he looked hungrily at her long blonde hair, her full pointed 
young breasts, the semblance of the face that had been her beautiful 
mother's...! 

"Bye bye, Daddy!" she would sing...and the kiss and hug... But then, had 
come the kiss when they had left for the cottage, and he knew for certain 
that he'd felt her tongue teasing provocatively and subtly at his lips, and 
he had seen the twinkle of knowing in her eye...! 

Damn! He should keep driving right straight to San Francisco and look up 
Dolly! Maybe he could resolve it all there...empty the incestuous lust from 
his loins...and she would be ready...waiting...that voluptuous little dark 
creature.. . ! But he knew he would not 

. . . .had no intention of doing such a thing! Kim 

. . . .Kim...it was Kim that he had to have...and Linda had said: ". . . 
Erotic plans...involving you and Kim.. . " or something like that! 

Evil! Horribly evil! But he wanted it...her, his own baby, flesh of his 
flesh...! 

Christ, his cock was so hard it was going to crack open! 

* * * 

Paul could not control the moan of erotic pleasure that escaped him as the 
older woman planted herself on her knees between his thighs that she had 
spread to her own desire, her lovely face hovering above his cock in the 
faint light of the lamp, her long hair taunting his belly, a peeking view of 
her lush hanging breasts swaying gently beneath her as she clung to his 
achingly hard stalk of genital flesh visible through the separated strands! 

Christ! His own stepmother! His dad's wife! About to suck his throbbing 
cock! And he wanted her to! Wanted her to so badly! Goddamn, he'd scream 
aloud if she didn't...but she was going to...he didn't have to worry about 
that he knew, watching her warm, red lips moving down toward it! 

God, it was enticing! Longer and thicker than his father's, Linda 
contemplated through wild and hungry,, liquor-glazed eyes! Longer and 
thicker...a splendid cock her young stepson possessed! 

For one long moment, she taunted her own desire, just devouring its youthful 
beauty with her eyes...the rich purple color of its vibrant head, the tiny 
cum split that creased it, the expanding width of its flattening, widening 
base. the pubic wiry hair bushing around it from his groin, the magnificent 
sac and size of his virile balls hanging so promisingly beneath and between 
his sinewy thighs with its brownish seam of separation, standing out as if 
it had been especially stitched on an exotic sewing machine...! 

"Ooooh...God...! I've gone through enough teasing tonight, Mama!" Paul 
groaned, thrusting the hardened shaft up at her. "Either do what you're 
going to, or I'll jack it off in your face...! " 

Linda tittered almost silently at his words, suddenly caressing his 
testicles and upward along the arched stalk of hardened flesh, his peaked 
lust apparent in his voice as much as his cock. Whatever had happened on the 
beach with that neighbor girl, it was going to prove in her favor. She 
lowered her face again and licked at its tip with her tiny tongue, exploring 
the damp little slit in a manner that he could watch. Her eyes closed and 
her mouth, open-lipped and moist, slipped down over 
it...down...down...down...taking three-quarters of it into the eager, 
sucking shelter...sucking, pulling, drawing...while her tiny tongue played 
erotic swirling games all around it and he gasped aloud in sensual pleasure! 

Christ! His own mother was sucking his cock! 

* * * 

Kim awakened with a start, her senses slowly reacting to the carnal realm of 
her world. She found herself squirming, belly-down and mound extended 
against the cool sheet, before she actually comprehended in her mind the 
depth of it all. It came back to her in bits and pieces, along with the 
meaning of the flashlight in her small hand! God, she was almost flooded 
between the legs! Even the bed was wet from the moisture seeping from 
between her tight pussy-lips! She had had a dream...a crazy affair where 
both Paul and her Daddy had been her lover in simultaneous flashes...and 
God, she was hot.. . so hot! 

There wasn't the slightest hesitation in her mind at what she was going to 
do as she swung from the bed with the little flashlight and walked to the 
door...not the slightest! 

But in the hallway, she was surprised to see light still coming from the 
front room! Linda must still be out there. Daddy hadn't arrived yet! She had 
fallen asleep...! Good...! 

Slowly, she turned the knob of Paul's door, slowly and silently, pressing 
inward, the flashlight in her hand...but she never had to flick it 
on...there was enough light to see everything! 

Not that the sight before her was such a shock...it was not! She had seen 
Linda before in similar positions...but dear God, never with her brother, 
Paul! Neither of them heard her gasp, and she didn't have to grasp onto 
anything to support her in stunned astonishment. In fact, for a long moment, 
she merely stood there, absorbing the salaciously inciting spectacle of 
Linda's head bobbing up and down over his loins, her magnificent buttocks 
spread open and raised obscenely high to present the tiny puckered ring of 
her anus and the fleshy, parted, hair-lined lips of her cunt with its moist 
pink flesh between...all erotically swollen and waiting for some expected 
enchantment to come and fulfill it, much as was her own! 

She stood and stood, hypnotically caught up by the sight of her pretty 
stepmother's genitals...perhaps because once before she had felt them, 
played in the moist slit of her cunt to bring her release...whatever? She 
stood mesmerized as much by their enchantment for her as what the beautiful, 
raven-haired Linda was doing for her darling brother! 

To Kim, it suddenly seemed almost as if she herself was sucking Paul just in 
the watching of Linda's beautiful oral ministrations, and in all truth, she 
knew that she couldn't do it as well, or with such ultimate fulfillment.. . 
! But she could help...! Yes, she could help...help by inspiring Linda...! 

Unfathomable sensations the likes of which she had never even conjured in 
her most passionate moments charged through Kim as she stared fixedly at 
Linda's lewdly exposed buttocks and genitals. She had never imagined such 
enticingly compellingly thoughts as were racing through her infused mind at 
that moment.. . or had she? Had she...those hundred years ago when she's 
slept over with Julie Brown, her next door neighbor, and Julie had licked 
her pussy but she wouldn't return the favor? They had been 
nine...ten...whatever...what difference? God...she wanted to now! Really and 
truly wanted to...! 

Paul raised his head and saw her then, an odd look of distorted apprehension 
trying to twist his face, but his lascivious desire was unquestionably 
controlling him. 

"It's all right, Darling," Kim heard herself say, feeling the broadening 
smile to her lips as she kneed her body onto the bed. "I understand...she 
just beat me here is all.. . ! " 

"Oh...oh Christ!" Paul gasped, staring at her in her pure, voluptuous 
nakedness, unable to comprehend the beautifully wicked obscenities he was 
being drenched in. Good God! They were both witches...his sister and his 
stepmother . . , entrancing him without even using the brews from their 
cauldrons...and Kim, she...she was crawling onto the bed behind the fiendish 
wench sucking his cock as if she were going to pull the lining from his 
balls through that tiny hole! Christ, what else was that baby sister of his 
going to do but lick the chief witch's cunt! Lick her cunt while she sucked 
him! 

Goddamn! He couldn't stand it! He'd blow his feeble mind! What the hell had 
happened, anyway? What had he walked into by coming home? Get up...get up, 
Paul Farley! Kick 'em away! Oh Christ...he couldn't, he couldn't! His balls 
were afire with the very seething cauldron potion that they had brewed! 
After...yes, after. . . ! He would and could be all righteous 
after...soon...very soon...the way she was sucking him, taking the full 
length of his throbbing cock right down into her throat, pulling and sucking 
at it satanically, laving it with her tongue on the out-stroke, the pink 
ridges of her inner lips pulling out as she sucked up off of it obscenely, 
then vanishing again as she plunged down, while she caressed and scraped her 
nails beneath his pulsating balls...! 

Oh Christ. . . Jenny...Jenny...! 

* * * 

Probably nothing could have prevented the brute-man she had thought of as 
her fear-inspiring, righteous-warped father from dragging her bodily to the 
home of the Farley's, Jenny realized, suffering what she felt was total 
degradation as the maddened monster burst into their living room, hauling 
her behind him as his two cowed sons trailed in back of them...walking 
brazenly into the supposed sanctuary of their house with the wrath of his 
vengeance his singular shield! 

"Where are you, daughter of Satan?" he thundered, moving from one room to 
another and kicking open doors. "The vindication of Moses is upon you, 
whore!" 

And then, even before the vibrations of his earth-shattering voice had 
warned them, he had found the right door and nearly unhinged it, his 
bull-like breath catching in his throat at the sight he saw...! 

Jenny, too, couldn't help her first wail of despair at the totally orgiastic 
spectacle! She wanted to turn her face away, but could not! The tiny pink 
tongue of Kim was still lodged in her stepmother's cunt, and Linda Farley 
had yet to let go of Paul's thrusting cock that was obviously pumping its 
warm white nectar into her mouth, her desperately swallowing throat the 
telltale giveaway...! 

"Oh...oh you dreg of hell's cistern!" Reed Jarvis roared, his lust-filled 
blazing eyes narrowing wickedly. "Not only my children, but your own, eh? 
Bitch! Filthy, trollop bitch!" He began to pull at his clothing. "Well, 
prepare yourself, whore of Babylon! The wrath of Moses is upon you!" He 
turned then to his sons: "Get your clothes off and fit yourself with the 
only weapon this M e s s a I i n a understands! Before we're done this 
night, the Law of damnation will register emphatically in her mind!" 

No room within the boundaries of the republic had ever witnessed such an 
insane debacle, Paul reasoned, rolling away from his stepmother's hungrily 
sucking mouth, the thin string of his sperm still. attaching her lower lip 
obscenely to the head of his cock! And Kim had leaped from the bed, finding 
a corner, as if to hide her adolescent nakedness! 

The realization that this man would dare crash into their house was beyond 
Paul's belief! Yet, he had, and undaunted! And at that very moment, was 
stripping the clothes from his body in their father's castle...! 

Goddammit! What do you think you're doing?" Paul swore at him, getting from 
the bed to his feet. 

"Boy! I'll tell you once and not again! Your evil, as that of my sons and 
daughter, unforgivable though it is, will be your answer before the Throne! 
But raise your hand to try and stop me from avengement and reparation of 
this slut's penance and I'll smash your face and break the bones of your 
back! The vengeance of The Word is upon her!" 

Even as he stared at the gigantic man stripping himself of his clothing, as 
if he were going to take a quick dunk in the nearest pond...and his sons in 
the background, tugging at their own covering according to their father's 
direction, Paul couldn't help but get to his feet, trying to think of some 
way he could protect her. 

He gaped down at Linda, lying on the bed with eyes the size of eggs, her 
mouth open, her breathing coming in long gasps...yet, he couldn't deny the 
feeling he sensed, that those egg-like eyes were staring and waiting for the 
unveiling of Reed Jarvis' loins! 

He looked across the room at where Kim, his sister, had shrunk into a corner 
with Jenny beside her, hand on her head soothingly...strokingly, comforting 
words whispering from her freckled lips as she stroked his naked sister in 
some kind of understanding. 

He moved toward them as Reed Jarvis paraded himself around the bed, his 
tremendous masculine, hairy frame completely nude, the fantastic length and 
breath of his huge cock cleaving the air like something out of another age! 

Jenny first, sucked in her breath and reached for Paul's nearby hand. In her 
whole lifetime, she had never seen her father's penis! 

"My God!" she gasped. "It isn't human!" 

Paul held her hand tightly, hardly aware of his own nakedness, while Kim 
whimpered in the corner beneath them. 

"It's all right now," Jenny said to her. "It's all right now, Darling. Get 
up and put some clothes on...or go to bed ....P' 

"He...he'll tear her open with that...and she's so beautiful...such a 
beautiful person. . . . " 

"Kim! For Christ's sake!" Paul blurted. "Get out of here! You've lost your 
mind...! " 

She got to her feet then, undeniable bitterness in her eyes even in her 
nakedness. "What do you know, Paul Farley?" she spat at him. "What do you 
know about anything? Right before your eyes a man is about to rape your own 
stepmother! And what are you going to do to help her...? " 

She ran to the door and neither tried to stop her. Instead, Paul's brain was 
suddenly incensed with her words. What wan he going to do to stop him? To 
help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! But not from the fear of getting his 
face bashed in! Only from the understanding in Linda's eyes! She wanted it! 
That horrible, horrendous cock dangling in the air as he moved toward her 
still spread-eagle body, and the two young satellites dancing on either side 
of her! She wanted them, too! Wanted them all! And Christ Almighty, there 
was little doubt but what she was going to get them! 

In his nakedness, Paul clasped Jenny's hand, watching her father wedge 
himself arrogantly between Linda's thighs, his face a mask of puritanical 
lust! 

"Retribution is at hand, whore! Where do you cry now?" 

"Oh...oh God, please...don't hurt me! It...it's so big. . . . " 

"Yet, you want it don't you, bitch? Want it tearing at your evil insides!" 
he hissed into her ear. "It's going to split your whoring belly open, but 
you want it!" 

"Oh...oh God, please...do it but...don't hurt me . . ? " Linda pleaded 
pathetically. 

Reed Jarvis laughed aloud. "Listen to me, slut! When this is buried inside 
you, the son you sucked to corruption will shove his cock up your ass...and 
then, the son you raped will ram his childlike weapon down your throat to 
suck, just as you were sucking your own stepson's when we came in! Three of 
us in you at once...the whore of Babylon...fucking and sucking like the 
she-bitch she is, in all the glory of her degradation... " 

' "Oh...oh my God!" Linda gasped in unhide-able, masochistic anticipation as 
Reed Jarvis kneed closer to her defenseless loins, spreading her thighs 
brutally apart and clutching at his long, thick, heavy-veined cock lewdly, 
stroking the leathery foreskin obscenely back and forth over its moist, 
bulbous head. "Oh Paul...somebody...please help me...? " 

With tears in her eyes, Kim had run back into the room at her stepmother's 
plea, gaping in disbelief at her brother who still stood by doing nothing. 
"For God's sake, get a gun or something, will you? He'll kill her with that 
horrible thing...! " 

Paul smiled, let go of Jenny's trembling hand, and began to pull on clothes. 
"No," he said finally, "I won't get a gun...nor a club...nor I won't help 
her! She doesn't want me to anyway, little sister. I'm surprised at you, 
with all your lustful knowledge of fucking and sucking and lesbianism at 
fifteen...and you don't recognize a masochist when you see one? Look at the 
wild expression of licentiousness in her eyes! Christ, she's as perverted as 
that hypocritical old sadist getting ready to fuck her shitless...and the 
way you're going to be if you don't get away from her as soon as possible!" 

"Oh...oh you...you cowardly bastard!" Kim screamed at him while he casually 
pulled on his shirt and stepped into a pair of loafers as if nothing out of 
the ordinary were taking place in the room. 

"You can leave with Jenny and me if you want to," he said calmly. "I'm 
taking the Caddy to San Marco Point and I'll leave it there. Plenty of room 
for you and the twins. Later, you can decide what you're going to do, but 
Christ, Sis, there has to be something better than this...! " 

Jenny had taken his hand tightly inside her own, a wave of warm happiness 
surging through her at his words. He was taking her away with him! He did 
love her! He did! 

"M-My God, Paul...you can't mean it!" 

Kim gasped. "Y-You're not going to just walk out and leave Linda to be raped 
by that fiend and...and his sons...? " 

Paul glanced over at the bed, his bed, where his beautiful and naked 
stepmother lay obscenely spread open with raised knees before the bearded 
giant wedged between her full, ivory-white thighs, her hands reaching down 
lewdly in search of the huge, rigid pole of his cock, while her head tossed 
wantonly back and forth, her eyes staring unseeingly, her mouth...the very 
mouth that had sucked and drank his cum from his own wildly squirting 
cock...that lovely, lush-lipped mouth, half-open in lascivious want...and 
the massive ogre's blond-headed sons watching in lusty-eyed, mounting desire 
of their own. For a long moment, Paul surveyed that scene, listening to 
Linda's increasing moans of passion, until finally, he said: 

"Rape? Rape. . . f I doubt that it's possible to rape that gal... Are you 
coming with us, Kim...? " 

Kim still couldn't believe it, and she stood there in her voluptuous young 
nakedness shaking her head in growing fury. "No...no!" she whimpered, 
turning and running from the room once more, the sound of her sobs drifting 
back to them. 

Paul looked to Jenny. "The twins . . ? " he questioned. 

"No," she replied. "They're real cowards, Paul. They wouldn't dare... " 

"Then let's you and me get to hell away from this goddamned place!" he said, 
putting his arm around her waist and leading her outside to the Caddy. 

 CHAPTER ll 

Linda shuddered erotically, making no effort toward trying to overcome the 
wanton sensations guiding her every move, even as waves of humiliation and 
fear raced through her liquor-numbed brain. Through glazed eyes she stared 
at the impossible brutish cock she held in both hands...and then he was 
taking it from her to taunt and spread open the pink flesh of her cunt with 
its hardened spongy head, while his sons watched in awe-stricken 
fascination, the immediate contact of its satiny warm head against the 
tingling flesh of her vaginal opening causing further lewd carnal sensations 
to instantly surge through her. 

"Ooohhhhh," she moaned uncontrollably. Oh God, where was Paul. Where were 
Kim and Jenny? Why didn't they help her? Ooohhh, no...she didn't want them 
to, did she?...not really...not really! 

"You filthy slut?" Reed Jarvis snarled down at her through his awesome red 
beard. "You corrupter of children! This is your god, isn't it? The almighty 
cock?" he spat, continuing to tease her feverish pussy with his hardened 
penis. "Well now your phallic god is going to mete out your punishment, so 
prepare yourself bitch of Babylon!" 

Again, Linda began to roll and toss her head from side to side, the results 
of her own stroking of her genitals, plus the sucking of Paul's cock while 
her stepdaughter, Kim, had licked her pussy from behind, all pyramiding her 
unfulfilled lust to a maddening point. God, she would go out of her mind 
completely if he didn't do something soon besides torment her seething cunt 
with the huge rubbery head of his tremendous cock! 

"Oooohhhh...I-I can't stand it any longer! Ooohhh...put it in! Please? Fuck 
me between the legs!" she wailed between tightly clenched teeth. "Punish me 
if you're going to! But do it . . .oh, God, do it!" 

Her use of the vilest of four-letter words and her masochistic plea for 
punishment charged through Reed Jarvis like the tines of the devil's fork. 
His cock had begun to throb as that of a spirited animal. He grabbed her 
wide spread legs behind the knees, thrusting them roughly back to double her 
naked body in a ball and flatten her rounded, firm breasts into her chest, 
hearing her grunt out her breath as he slithered up her soft, satiny flesh. 
His rigid, palpitating shaft of heated cock flesh brushed tensingly against 
the dampness of her soft curling, pubic-hair. He splayed his hands beside 
either of her shoulders, forcing her legs up and back until her ankles were 
locked behind his neck; then he gaped down between their bodies and saw her 
upturned loins, the wicked delight of her ivory-white buttocks nakedly 
exposed to him. 

Her narrow expanded cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its flushed lips 
anxiously, the moist pink flesh held wide open by the pressure of his 
spreading thighs tightly up against her trembling buttocks. 

"Now, bitch! Take it in your hand and punish yourself!" he spat viciously 
down at her. "Hurry! Take it before I change my mind and beat you to death 
with it!" 

Linda's small hands groped frantically in desire, finding their way beneath 
the cheeks of her buttocks to grasp again the full-length of the lead-hard 
member. Her circling hands caressed it lustfully; she sensed its convulsing 
spasms against her soft palms and the viscid liquid that oozed in driblets 
from the blood-engorged head. She worked it up the vale between the soft, 
quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact 
with her vibrant flesh, until it was adjusted between the now ravenously 
lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand 
and clutched at the massive man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all 
of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and quell the gnawing, hot 
heat burning madly in her belly. 

Without benefit of mercy, Reed Jarvis flicked his powerful hips forward. 

Linda winched, her breath clogging in her throat, feeling the lips of her 
throbbing vagina forced brutally open. Its elastic rimmed snug-ness resisted 
momentarily, then gave way beneath the cruel and harsh pressure. The pain 
shattered her for a long moment and she subconsciously tried to resist, 
squealing in helpless pain beneath him. 

"Aaaaiiieeeggghhhhhh! Oh...auughhh!" 

Jarvis reveled in that! He was elated to hear her agonizing cries! Now she 
knew the terrible-ness of his wrath! He had come to chastise her, and 
chastise her he would! Corrupt his children would she? 

"Bitch!" he snarled and thrust again, listening intently for her deeper 
whines, waiting for her to scream for mercy. But there would be no mercy...! 
and he rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock 
all the way in to its pelvic roots! He felt his sperm-swollen balls whap 
resoundingly against her tiny twitching anus as she ground her squirming 
buttocks hard down into the mattress, attempting to escape the vicious 
splitting impalement. 

"Ooouuggghhh...my God!" Linda choked, her long legs jerking spasmodically in 
their trapped position. "Oh...oh Paul, Keith...somebody help me! He's 
tearing me open inside! Dear God...! " 

"Ah bitch! That is your god, remember? It's the mighty cock...your god 
that's punishing you for your iniquities!" Reed Jarvis thundered gleefully. 
"And this is just the beginning...! " 

In blinding pain, Linda heard his castigating laughter as she lie obscenely 
imprisoned beneath him, her naked white body pinned helplessly to the bed as 
though skewered by a massive spit. With her every jerk the huge head seemed 
to burrow deeper and deeper into her! Merciful God, was there no end to the 
horrifying thing? 

Jarvis' outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the bed, locking her legs 
in their unnatural, strained position. She was certain that she was being 
ripped down the middle. The searing, pole-like shaft of torturing flesh felt 
as though it would burst into her throat from beneath with its bloated tip 
thrust hard against her cervix, causing her head to rock as if it were 
hinged to her neck when he pulled partially out of her and rammed again. 

The bearded giant gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his 
lips. Damn her evil soul! he thought vindictively. She was a replica of 
every Boswell whore he had even known...yes, even of his own spineless wife! 
and at that moment she was knowing the fury of his indignation, her lips 
curled back from her pretty white teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers 
gurgling up from the depths of her sperm-coated throat. Feebly, her arms 
were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he leered as he watched her 
attempting to hold back the blunt, mushroomed cock-head pressing against her 
evil womb like a great heavy stone. 

Gutter whore! She had never known anything the likes of this, his brain 
reeled lustfully, holding her pinned in her lewd, humiliating position. He 
glanced down once more to see his wiry graying pubic-hairs entangled tightly 
with the silken strands between her legs, the base of his thick, fleshy cock 
barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink clasping hole. He 
could see the wide spread, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched 
almost to the ripping point, the rubbery, hair-fringed mouth grasping 
tightly around the brownish skinned base of his cock. 

"Look close, boys, and you'll see that the wicked witch is dying! But her 
punishment is just beginning!" Reed Jarvis roared at his sons, not looking 
at them, not knowing that they stood beside the bed with thrusting cocks 
hardened in teen-age lust by the sight of the beautiful naked woman 
helplessly balled into her obscene position, with their eyes glued to his 
massive cock buried inside her defenseless vagina...their misled brains 
calculating righteousness out of evil...but Kim did! 

She understood! Tears dampened her tender cheeks as she clung to the 
doorway, holding her found, peignoir around her, not wanting them to know of 
her presence...not after the way she had taunted them on the beach, and in 
the moods they were in. God, they would rape her, too! 

She peeked around the doorway, watching wide-eyed the horror of it all...the 
horror...horror? She tried to analyze the expressions on Linda's face as 
they came and went, never feeling so helpless in her life, but they didn't 
register horror...some pain, perhaps, but never horror! She fixed her eyes 
on her stepmother's beautiful buttocks and deeply impaled vagina...God! 
She-she was raising up to him...lifting her hips and buttocks suddenly to 
the ravaging of his inhuman cock! She couldn't believe it at first, 
but...but it was true! Linda, her own stepmother, her own father's wife, was 
giving herself to this...this terrible man...giving herself to his wicked 
cock! 

Oohhh...oh, Paul...why didn't you stay? she questioned, sensing the revived 
turbulations between her thighs in her loins at the sight of Linda's 
licentious actions. God, how she had wanted him! But that freckled-faced 
bitch had gotten him...and she'd introduced them! Oh...oh Lord...He was not 
a coward and she knew it...but why hadn't he taken her instead of Jenny 
Jarvis...? 

Stupid...stupid! Oh God...where was Daddy? Why didn't he come...all dressed 
in shining white...? 

"Ooohhh...ooohhhhh...yessss, fuck it! Fuck it hard! Ram your animal cock 
into me! Harder...harder! Punish me, like you said you would, you bastard!" 

Kim gaped in slackened-mouth shock at the sound of the obscene words of 
uncontrolled desire spewing from Linda's twisted mouth! Paul had been right! 
She was a masochist. . . she was actually deriving salacious, painful 
pleasure from the brutal fucking he was subjecting her to! 

Suddenly, he was releasing her legs and rolling onto his side, clasping his 
huge hands at her waist and lifting her as if she were weightless, his 
heavy, hard cock still buried in her stepmother's widely stretched vagina to 
the depths of her belly as he moved onto his back and forced her to straddle 
his powerful hips, her lush, rotund breasts hanging and swaying above his 
blazing-eyed face! 

Through Kim's aroused young body tingled sensations of yet unreleased 
prurience racing wildly at the licentious sight of Linda's white, lewdly 
open buttocks and moist pink cunt that was expanded beyond reason with the 
great cock thrust into it! And then, almost immediately before her 
disbelieving eyes, her stepmother began to raise her buttocks, sliding the 
new hungrily sucking mouth of her cunt upward along the unending length of 
the thick, glistening shaft of his hard male rod, then lowering forcefully, 
riding down onto it once more, the crinkled little hole of her anus gaping 
and twitching in the widespread position she had been made to assume...! 

". . . Now boy! Get between my legs and ram it into her evil ass! No 
mercy...just ram it!" Reed Jarvis ordered wickedly. 

Kim gasped aloud, staring in new lust-mounting apprehension as young Birt 
Jarvis eagerly kneed his way onto the bed between his father's spread legs, 
lewdly holding onto his hard, jerking young cock, its reddish inflated head 
pointed menacingly at the tiny puckered, mouth of Linda's defenseless 
rectum, hardly an inch above the lasciviously stretched vaginal hole where 
his father's massive organ lay hotly entombed. 

Abruptly, Linda's beautiful body ceased to move, whether in 
resignation...awed horror.. . or perverted wanton desire...Kim would never 
know...but it became motionless as the blond boy nuzzled his cock-head 
without preliminaries against the tightly puckered little opening, clutched 
at her hips roughly and began to lewdly punch and thrust, worming the 
swollen rubbery head into the tiny prune-like mouth of her back passage! 

"Oh...oh...God! Auugghhhh!" her stepmother grunted and choked 
drunkenly...yet, to Kim's stunned amazement, she saw that Linda was actually 
pressing her buttocks back toward Birt...forcing her anus onto his wedging 
cock, until suddenly there was a little popping sound as it wormed beyond 
her tightly resisting sphincter, the small brown orifice stretching 
obscenely to slip over it like a baby's mouth, and the sodomizing cock 
rushed into her nether-channel to its hilt! 

To Linda, in her total lust-corrupted state, pain had become paraphiliac 
pleasure. Now, there were two ravishing, punishing cocks inside her...father 
and son! she vaguely reasoned in her perverted passion. God, how agonizingly 
beautiful.. . ! 

"Go on, boy! Slam it into her!" Reed Jarvis ordered his son. "Punish the 
bitch for what she did to you! No mercy! Ram it to her!" 

Linda couldn't contain the grunts of masochistic salacity pouring from her 
lips as she felt the young, heavily panting boys hardened penis begin to 
thrust solidly into her rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient pain the 
tender spongy flesh of her back channel. She became aware of his young hands 
gripping her smooth hips with a harsh pressure as he sawed and drubbed into 
her, the pleasure-pain going on and on, with each vicious plunge raising a 
throaty grunt that filled the room. She stared unseeingly, suddenly 
conscious of the boy's father's giant hands beneath her cruelly mauling and 
kneading her hanging breasts, while his son pummeled between her obscenely 
exposed buttocks with longer, smoother strokes, shoving the entire length of 
his hard, teenaged cock right up her ass, until she could feel his youthful 
bloated balls slapping each time against the expanded, cock-stuffed mouth of 
her pussy. 

"How do you like it, filthy whore...corrupter of children?" Reed Jarvis 
grunted up at her as he continued to squeeze and torment her lush breasts, 
twisting their distended nipples cruelly. Then, with a spine-shattering 
lurch, he drove his massive cock upward into her vagina to stab at the 
underside of her belly, forcing a pain-filled groan to burst from her 
throat. "You foul slut! You'll wish you were dead "before we're done with 
you this night!" o 

His hate meant little to Linda in her drink-glazed state of lecherous 
passion, yet his words had registered, and suddenly she almost felt like 
laughing down into his hair-covered, evil face. Punishment. . . ? Dear God, 
it was wonderful bliss!...being raped and chastised by two merciless cocks 
fucking into her soft, insatiable body, with only the slightest partition of 
tissue between her cunt and rectum separating the ramming, thick shafts of 
hard flesh. Yes, she would even welcome death, if she could die this way...! 
Oh God...more...more...she wanted more! 

Kim continued to watch from the security of the doorway, staring in 
mesmerized, libidinous excitement, the urge to reach down inside her gown 
and stroke her own moist, tingling pussy growing carnally to near 
uncontrollable proportions, as she gaped at the young Birt Jarvis' 
sodomizing cock racing hotly into her stepmother's rectum, while his 
father's brutal, hairy loins plunged up and down furiously, in and out of 
her tight, obscenely stretched pussy with cruel, tunneling strokes...both of 
them finally striking a dual cadence that buffeted her between them 
smoothly, while Linda moaned continuously at the wild ravishment of her 
empassioned genitals! 

Garth Jarvis's movements distracted Kim's straining eyes then, and she 
watched the handsome blond twin who stood naked beside the bed massaging and 
pulling at his lust-swollen cock with impatient desire. 

"N-Now, Pa...? " he gasped suddenly. "Can 

I do it in her mouth now ....? " 

Kim saw the big man roll his head, his wide-eyes staring almost blankly at 
his feverishly waiting son...as if he had forgotten that he was there. 

"Wh-What...? " he rasped, the thunder strangely drained from his voice, his 
blank stare more enfeebled than fiery, his own lips loosely opened as he 
sucked in heaving gasps of breath. 

"Cripes, Pa...when...? " Garth half-whimpered. 

It was Linda who suddenly turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face 
toward him and groaned: "C-Come up on the b-bed, Darling...Bring it up here 
to Linda...! " 

Kim couldn't believe it ! Her lovely eyes gaped in sensuous passion as she 
heard her own daddy's wife's lewd invitation and saw her hold out one hand 
to him, while the raging cocks fucked into her lustfully responding 
genitals, meeting their plunges stroke for stroke. And Reed Jarvis bellowed 
weakly: "Well...? Do it, boy! Do what the woman says...! " 

The woman...? Not the bitch, or whore, or slattern...but the woman...? Dear 
God! It was Linda who was in command now! No longer the raped, but the 
rapist! The beautiful lecherous rapist! Was it possible...the ogre was dying 
and the witch coming back to life...? Who was chastising whom...? 

Linda knew! She had known since Reed Jarvis had begun to caress her breasts 
rather than maul them, and the young, eager cock ducking into her rectum 
from behind had never been less than fervent since that first moment it had 
been thrust into her. Now, together, the massive and fulfilling stalk of 
thick, long cock-flesh inciting unprecedented sensations of enchantment in 
her seething cuntal-channel, and the virile young cock bringing her weird 
pleasure in its sodomizing charges from behind, were hers...tamed and 
possessed, the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing lecherous 
sensations of sadistic lubricity to charge wildly through her. Now, she 
would absorb the third one into her desire-crazed body . . . 

Kim couldn't stand it any longer! As she watched Garth crawl onto the bed, 
his thrusting, hard cock poling out above his father's bearded face, she let 
her robe fall open and smoothed her hand down over her flat belly to the 
gossamer down between her legs, excitedly slipping a finger between the 
lust-swollen lips of her tight cunt and into its pink, moist flesh to gently 
stroke her erect clitoris...watching excitedly as Linda took the other 
teen-age boy's rigid cock-shaft in her hand and without hesitation, bent 
forward to draw it into her mouth hungrily...! 

In the crest of ungovernable, insatiable carnality, Linda reveled. The slave 
had become the master.. . or better, the mistress! Every erogenous bodily 
entrance she possessed was filled with hardened male cock...yet, she 
mastered them! With perverted delight, she undulated her lush rounded 
buttocks and squeezed heatedly with cunt and rectal muscles at the hard, 
thick sinews of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her. She listened to 
hear their masculine groans of subservity as the twin passages up between 
her legs sucked vampirishly at their loins, and with uncontrolled hunger she 
began to orally suck at the throbbing ridged cock in her mouth, her cheeks 
knowingly hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring 
of it with her fervent, licking tongue, its tip probing hotly into the tiny 
slit at its end. She sought closed-eyed with soft, warm hands and found his 
bloated young balls, cupping them warmly, beginning to caress and milk them 
with passionate fervor. 

Ah yes! This was it! This was the ultimate.. . the tender boy-cock in her 
mouth! The rest was but salacious fuel fed to the seething flames of her 
passion! Now, she was sure...for until his sweet-tasting cock had slipped 
into her mouth the climax of her enchantment had been as remote as a trip to 
the moon! But just its enrapturing presence there, and the knowledge that it 
would soon shoot its young fresh sperm for her to swallow as she had 
Paul's...his hot cum...piquant and dribbling down her throat to fill her 
belly...as those cocks ramming into her cunt and nether-passage would 
do...until that moment of his oral fucking cock entrance, there had been no 
ultimate satiation for her! 

Caught up in the lewd caressing of her own genitals, yet unable to trigger a 
release even as she watched the absolute obscene debauchery taking place 
before her, Kim had begun to pant and whimper, arching her voluptuous body 
forward obscenely, her peignoir fallen completely open, her rotundish, firm 
breasts dancing and jiggling lewdly with their distended pink nipples on her 
chest, while her fingers taunted rhythmically the moist, pink split between 
her swollen, jutted forth, cunt lips...! 

"Oh...oh Pa! Cripes! I-I-I'm cuming...! " 

Rirt's words struck Kim's eardrums with lascivious repercussions! God, why 
couldn't she? Passionately, she gaped at the boy kneeling up behind her 
stepmother, his sleek cock soaring right up her ass...and then, she saw him 
begin to lurch and spasm, his motions no longer even, and she knew he was 
squirting his cum into her back passage...! Oh God, she wanted to cum 
too...had to...! 

At that very moment, Reed Jarvis made no effort toward attempting to 
decipher whatever it was that had enveloped him. The lustful desire he could 
understand, but the controversial and demanding contradictions to the 
institution he had founded and enforced around him he could not! There was 
suddenly no feeling of retribution in his loins...only of fulfillment by 
this delicate creature he had tried to degrade...and as he thrust his aching 
cock up into her receptive cunt-channel he sensed her vaginal muscles 
pulling at and loving it...just as his very own wife had done a 
thousand-thousand times! 

God! Oh God! Had...had he been wrong? Had he...? He tried to concentrate but 
that was impossible! The churning had begun deep in his loins and 
balls...the gate was going to crash open any second...! 

"Oh Pa! Pa...! I'm going to cum!" Garth, high above him, exclaimed. 

Yes...yes...! Linda's liquor-drenched mind comprehended! She sensed Garth's 
cock abruptly swelling in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously. It burst 
then, as he whimpered aloud, exploded to gush forth thick streams of the 
creamy, pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and 
contracting, and she swallowed in delight to keep from choking on the 
continual spurts issuing ceaselessly from it. She drank it in hungry, thick 
gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating organ, prepared not 
to lose even a tiny drop! Then, he was gone, his shrinking cock pulled from 
between her still sucking lips, small droplets of his sperm seeping from the 
corners of her mouth...and she looked down at the tamed, red-bearded face of 
the wicked man who had come to chastise her. Both her bowels and belly were 
filled with his offspring's cum! Now, what could he do? 

"Y-Your a fraud, Reed Jarvis!" she hissed down at him...actually whispered 
so that his sons could not hear. "You are a lie for some reason of your 
own...but after tonight you're going to be all right. I know you are...with 
a cock like that you couldn't be anything else...! " 

"Y-You...you delicious wanton bitch!" he gasped feebly. "You...you...you are 
actually telling the truth! I-I'm a fraud...but never meaningfully . . . " 

"I know." 

"You've shown me." 

"I conquered you!" 

"Y-Yes...! Yes. you did!" 

"You are a man. Reed Jarvis," she said, leaning down to kiss his bearded 
mouth with her sperm covered lips. "Are...are you ready to cum?" 

"I'll die if I don't!" 

"Then...then let's fuck, Mister Jarvis!" 

Kim clung to the frame of the doorway, Linda's salacious exclamation audible 
to her as she lewdly fingered her incited genitals, the sight of the twins 
exhaustedly slumping to the floor only adding to her libido, but somehow she 
knew it was useless! She couldn't cum! Oh God, she couldn't! And she wanted 
to so badly ! 

"Goddamn!" Reed Jarvis choked suddenly. "Now...Now, girl! Fuck down on it! 
Christ! I'm c-cu-cummiinngg!" 

"Yesss! Yeeessssss!" Linda wailed, her luscious hips and buttocks smashing 
downward to absorb his up-thrusting cock frantically, "Nowwww! 
Noooowwwwwwwww!" 

She screamed and Reed Jarvis bellowed! Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, 
the result of their orgasm foaming back and down out of Linda's enveloping 
cunt to wetly flood his cock and balls while they continued to smash against 
one another in obscene mattress splattering lust.. . ! 

 CHAPTER 12 

Keith Farley was more than just shocked when he arrived at the cottage to 
find lights burning but no one up waiting for him. The Caddy was gone and he 
linked this to Paul's absence once he pushed his son's bedroom door ajar to 
see his wife, Linda, sprawled naked in his bed, obviously passed out in a 
drunken stupor. He approached the bed and looked down close at her lewdly 
exposed vagina, still moist from her orgiastic debacle with the Jarvis trio, 
then up to her face, slack and open-mouthed in her coma...the undeniable 
string of sticky whiteness stretched from her lower lip to her chin causing 
a jolting sensation at the base of his stomach. 

Keith backed away, his eyes blurring damply, uncertain whether it was rage, 
sorrow, or jealousy tugging at his emotions. God...! Who had it been...Paul. 
. . ? Is that why he was gone...? Briefly, he thought of awakening her and 
trying to get the truth, then decided that would be futile in her 
condition... 

Kim...? My God, where was she...his baby...the sweet, voluptuous darling who 
had filled his every thought for days, and even more, if that were possible, 
since he'd talked to Linda on the phone only hours before? Had she left, 
too? 

Panicky, Keith hurried from the room to the door of his daughter and gently 
pressed it inward. Thankfully, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though it 
emitted from his lungs with jerky hesitance at the sight of her lying on her 
back in sleep, the halo of her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillow 
beneath her lovely head, her luscious young contours visible to him through 
the sheer peignoir that had fallen open to reveal a portion of her firm, 
full breasts, and again below, exposing a good measure of the white satiny 
flesh of her legs and thighs. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp she 
reminded him of a sleeping goddess, and he couldn't resist the lustful 
temptation to bend down and look up between her slightly spread thighs where 
the gossamer folds covered her tender young vagina. 

He wasn't certain, but he thought he could make out the tight pink split 
nestled there beneath its infringement of golden strands and he felt his 
cock jerk lecherously in his pants. He straightened slowly, wiping a heavy 
hand across his brow. Christ, he was tormenting himself to death! He shook 
his head and backed out of the room, taking one last look before hurrying 
out to the liquor cabinet for some liquid tranquilizer. 

Keith had never been much of a drinker and the first two raw jolts hit him 
quickly. With the third in his hand, he walked aimlessly around the big 
room, trying uselessly to determine what had taken place after his call to 
Linda. Again, he eased into Paul's room to examine the salacious evidence 
his unconscious wife wore in undeniable smears of expended male sperm. 

He stared down at her in all of her lewd and lovely nakedness, his breathing 
quickening at the sight of her statuesque beauty, his penis lurching and 
swelling, the desire that had permeated his loins for hours...days...almost 
driving him to the point of crawling between her spread thighs and emptying 
his lust-filled loins into her insensible cunt! God, he had to do 
something...but as well, did he have to know what had gone on there...and 
where was Paul? 

Once more, he emptied his glass, the whiskey burning in his throat and belly 
as he found himself in the hallway and pressing the door to Kim's room open 
quietly... She hadn't moved. Christ, she was a nerve-shattering vision of 
enchantment! He couldn't stand there! Goddamn, in another minute he wouldn't 
be able to keep his hands off her.. . ! 

Kim stirred, her thighs separating further for a brief moment, allowing him 
an unmistakable flashing glimpse of the entire area he had lewdly sought 
with voyeuristic eyes shortly before, sending a charge of lascivious 
sensations racing through his groin. . . . 

"Da-Daddy . . ? " she questioned suddenly, raising to her elbows, the 
peignoir falling loosely open at her thrusting breasts, until Keith could 
see all but their nipples. Then, she was squirming around on her knees, 
carelessly covering herself as she sat back on her haunches, tears in her 
eyes. "Oh Daddy, I'm so glad you've come! I tried to wait up for you but I 
guess I finally fell asleep! Oh, Lord Daddy . . .all the things that have 
happened tonight.. . ! I-I don't know how to tell you...! " 

"There, there. Baby," he soothed, moving forward to drop beside her on the 
bed and taking her inside his arms as he always had when she was 
troubled...only this time, it was different, wasn't it? he realized, his 
brain whirling at the feel of her soft, warm body, the smooth contour of her 
back beneath his big hands as he held her tightly, her firm, pointed breasts 
flattened against his chest. "T-Tell me...from the beginning... " 

And she did while he held her, whispering it into his ear as uncontrollably 
he caressed his hot hands over her back, from her shoulders down to the 
swell of her delicious young buttocks and hips, his ungovernable, lecherous 
hands becoming more brave...or was it less manageable?...with each stroke, 
until he found them smoothing down over the lush orbs that were distended 
into enticing hillocks from her hunched position. He sensed her breathing 
becoming more rapid against his ear, her whispering voice hesitating, even 
gasping now and then as she clung to him and he continued to stroke the soft 
precious moons and tenderly finger the deep vale separating them. 

Her words, and the lurid story they composed even as it registered in his 
mind, hardly mattered to Keith. Nothing else was of consequence except that 
at last he held her in his arms in the manner he had dreamed of for too 
long, lovingly, lustfully...incestuously! God! He had to have her...no 
matter the cost! He had to.. . ! 

"Oh Daddy, Daddy...! " Kim gasped breathlessly. "Wh-What do we care about 
them...about anyone else...as long as we have each other?" 

She kissed him then, full on the mouth, and this time there, was no question 
in his mind as her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue pressed between his lips and 
teeth to search excitedly, while she forcefully toppled them both downward 
onto the pillow, finding one of his caressing hands with her own and placing 
it on her now exposed naked firm breast. 

The thoughts that might have, or should have, been filling his 
liquor-incited, wicked brain, Keith knew, were enfeebled before the evil 
hunger saturating his loins and commanding his every move. He might live to 
hate himself all the remaining days of his life, but even that wasn't going 
to deter him. That Reed Jarvis and his two sons had ravaged...or been en 
ravaged by his wife...that Linda had lecherously seduced the twins, plus his 
own son, was only serving to help justify in his lust-festering mind his own 
forbidden intentions, and hungrily he kissed and sucked at the little tongue 
in his mouth while his hot hand gently caressed and stroked his beautiful 
daughter's nipple-hardened young breasts. 

"Ohhh!" Kim gasped, withdrawing her mouth from his. "T-Take your clothes 
off. Daddy! Please...I want you to!" 

It was then that Keith made his first and last attempt at righteousness. 
"Damn, Baby! Do you know what you're saying...? " 

"Yes...! Is it any worse for you and me to make love than for Paul and 
Linda?" she said flimsily. 

"Yes, Darling, it is and we both know it!" he managed in a quivering voice. 

"Then, you don't...don't want me...? " she whimpered, suddenly near tears 
once more. 

"Oh, Christ!" Keith swore, crushing her to him passionately. "More than 
anything, Baby...more than anything I know of!" 

Suddenly, he was off the bed and pulling at his clothing, while her 
beautiful face bloomed into a happy, excited smile, and she quickly slipped 
the peignoir from her voluptuous body, then lay back on the pillow 
enchantingly stretched out before him in her splendid nakedness, eagerly 
watching for the unveiling of his loins. 

Keith backed to the door and locked it, while he stared at the sight of her 
white, curvaceous charms wanting and waiting for him, her eyes locked 
fixedly on his middle-aged cock that was dancing in the air proudly as might 
any young virile teen-ager's. 

"Oh, Daddy...darling...bring it here to me and let me touch it!" she hissed 
in a desire-filled voice he had never thought possible, and before he could 
get onto the bed she had raised up to take it in her small, soft hand. 
"Ooohhh...! " she moaned, her eyes engorging themselves on the rigid 
hardness of its length and thickness. "Y-You know...I've never seen this 
before...but I've dreamed what it might look like...and it's more handsome 
than I'd even imagined...! " 

Keith grunted loudly as her small hand continued to encircle it, standing 
there as if frozen and seeing the tiny drops of seminal fluid oozing from 
its tip in his incestuous desire. He stared, watching her little hand begin 
to massage and stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, while 
his brain struggled with the maddening revelation she had just made. 

"Damn!" Keith blurted, forcing her back as he moved onto the bed, unable to 
keep his hands off her body any longer. She fell back onto the pillow and he 
stretched out beside her, one hand on the smooth skin of her little flat 
belly; then she rolled toward him, into his circling arms, her firm supple 
breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand inching down between 
them to again grasp with eager meaning his throbbing cock. 

Kim heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand clasped the solid, blood-filled 
rod of hardened flesh and a sensation of hot excitement spiraled through 
her. Dear God, her very own daddy's cock she held in her hand! Oh, she loved 
him so much...so much! And they were going to make each other so beautifully 
happy...forbidden or not! She pressed her smooth belly and thighs tight 
against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hungry and moist, 
crushed her own and she felt his hot tongue thrust into the warm waiting 
cavern to be sucked...and she did anxiously, while his big hands caressed 
her back and downward to her buttocks, hauling her tightly to him as she 
worked the heavy layer of skin on his uncircumcised cock back and forth, the 
feeling of it in her small hand about to drive her wild. 

"Oh, damn...damn!" he rasped. "I've wanted you this way for so long, Baby!" 

"Daddy, Daddy...I love you, too!" Kim whispered, squeezing his cock harder 
while she milked it gently and entwined her leg over his thigh, pulling him 
tighter to her. "Oh...please, do something to me before I go crazy, 
Darling...! I'm so hot!" 

Her hissing words were all that Keith needed to destroy any weak threads of 
restraint that might have held him from going further. A lustful animalish 
grunt escaped him as he began to kiss her face and throat, shoulders and 
breasts, squeezing them to cone-shaped points and sucking the distended pink 
nipples into his mouth almost cruelly, then rolling her onto her back as he 
moved down over her, burying his face in the soft, silk-like flesh of her 
belly, his tongue laving hotly into her navel and about the tiny 
bowl...until at last he was between her full and quivering spread thighs, 
flat on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her narrow, pink vaginal 
slit. He looked up between her erect young breasts at her impassioned face 
looking down at him. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned breathlessly. "Do it! Please do it for me...? " 

Christ! he thought. There was little question but what he was going to do 
it! It was simply that a thought had occurred to him, a belated, perplexing 
question really...just how long did eternity last. . . ? Because that was 
how long he was slated to burn in hell. . . ! 

He dropped his eyes to the licentiously inspiring feast she presented before 
him in panoramic splendor between the widespread, intoxicating columns of 
milky-white thighs, the pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy 
beneath the infringing golden hairs sending shivers of wild salacity 
charging along his spine. He noted where the delicious narrow split started 
from the base of her smooth belly, slicing downward erotically between her 
thighs to the generous, rounded orbs of her buttocks slightly raised and 
rotating sensuously, expectantly, just inches below his lips. 

Had Kim entertained even the slightest notion that what they were doing was 
wrong, she still would have been unable to help herself. In the wake of the 
unreleasable inferno the sight of Linda and the Jarvises had brought to a 
seething boil inside her, she had lost any sense over right and wrong that 
she might have had. In desperation she had masturbated, but the act had only 
served to increase her passion, and as Reed Jarvis had walked from the 
cottage with his arms around his two sons, she had been tempted to beg one 
of them to please make love to her...but something had held her back, and 
now she knew what that something was...the hope that Daddy would come and do 
exactly what he was about to do... 

She felt the large palms of his warm hands pressing against her inner 
thighs, moving them wider apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she 
waited in furious excitement for what she hoped would happen next 

"Oooohhhh...Daddy!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, moist lips closed 
over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then she sensed damp, 
taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her tingling 
pussy...gentle, delightful kisses...until his tongue parted her sparse, 
young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the sensitive, quivering 
opening. 

Every muscle in Kim's beautiful body reacted uncontrollably at the 
forbidden, pleasurable licking of her still-closed cunt lips, while choking 
moans of delight tumbled from her lovely mouth. Insane, electric-like shocks 
of bliss were setting her whole body aglow with palpitating sensations of 
carnal enchantment! Subconsciously, she smoothed her hands caressingly over 
her firm swelling breasts that had begun to throb, at last stroking them 
downward across the silken skin of her tummy, bringing them to rest on 
either side of her flushed cunt lips. 

She could hear her daddy panting and feel his hot breaths against her soft 
blond hairs. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair-sprinkled 
flanges of her tight pink split open to him with small, delicate fingers, 
her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he groaned and drew his hot, 
moist tongue up through the exposed, sensitive, coral flesh. 

Keith's lecherous brain reeled in its lust. He raised his head and stared 
down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his baby held open before him, its 
jeweled, viscid delicacy exposed completely to the ravenous hunger of his 
incestuous eyes. Greedily, he absorbed the breathtaking sight, noting 
particularly that the single sign of her virginity was gone, but even that 
made no difference to him at the moment. Wild spasms of lickerish desire 
raced through him, and he ground his cock feverishly against the bedding 
beneath him. 

"Damn!" he choked hoarsely. 

"Oh, please. Daddy...don't stop? It feels so wonderful! Please...lick it for 
me...? " he heard his daughter plead in an excited, trembling whisper. 

Christ, he didn't think he could stand it! Nor could he stop now even if he 
wanted to! He gaped at the widespread pink crevice glistening moistly with 
the viscous dew of carnal passion he had aroused in her. Her tight little 
vagina was actually twitching as she squirmed her lovely loins, while he 
stared at its revealed intricate delicacies, and suddenly, he dropped his 
head, plunging the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue into the 
quivering warm depths! 

Kim moaned out her bliss. "Oooohhhhh, Goddddd! Yes...yessss, Daddyyyyy! Do 
it to me! Lick it...suck it! Oohhhh...it feels so goooddd...so beautiful...! 
" 

Keith felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers tightly in his 
hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the 
widespread, pink slit. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and 
forth as he speared up into the warm velvety depths of her youthful dilated 
vagina. She ground her full teen-aged hips uncontrollably into the softness 
of the mattress, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-like mewlings 
coming from between her clenched white teeth; then, she raised her spread 
loins up to him, pressing his face into the silken, hair-framed crevice, its 
sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a wild sucking motion 
around his thrusting tongue...pulling at it in a lubriciously educated 
manner that he could barely believe. 

Abruptly, Keith withdrew his teasingly probing lingual member and licked 
upward through the narrow, damp crevice, flicking its tip as it went, 
circling her trembling and distended little clitoris, then engulfing with 
his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern 
of his mouth, while his tongue kept up its maddening licking against the 
straining nerve center of her youthful loins. 

"Oh...oh...oh, Daddy, Daddy! You're beautiful! I love you, Darling!" Kim 
gasped deliriously. 

Keith's brain swam in a licentious deluge of madness. He had severed all 
ties with morality or decency...had taken the terrible, forbidden step and 
dragged his baby...flesh of his flesh 

. . . .down into the dregs of obscenity! There was no quarter for either of 
them now...no retreating...no rectifying or undoing of their sin! They were 
both caught up equally in the destructive monster's salacious 
tentacles...yet, he knew that he couldn't fuck her! No matter what, he 
couldn't...at least, not this night! But Christ, he had to do something or 
lose his wits entirely...! 

He raised his eyes to fix upon her lovely, ecstatically contorted face, her 
head still flailing slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched 
tighter in his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to 
the small opening of her greedily clenching, tight vagina. His hands moved 
upward over the white flatness of her belly to the full rounded firm mounds 
of her quivering, swollen breasts, cupping harshly their fleshy resilience, 
his fingers rolling the hardened, tiny pink nipples between them, treating 
them almost cruelly in his depraved lechery. 

It wasn't the liquor, he knew; his insanity had been a part of him for 
years, satiated by the tender youthful loins of dozens...but all of them had 
only been mere forerunners to this very debauchery he was committing! At 
last, he had smashed down the last barrier protecting his false 
respectability! And from here...what...? 

Suddenly, Kim felt her father lifting her legs and forcing them back until 
her knees touched her softly palpitating breasts; his hands pressed behind 
them raised her widespread, completely exposed vagina to his hungrily 
swirling tongue and mouth. It was then that she felt the hot, moist contact 
of that tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving and probing 
at the sensitive, raised opening, sending wild sensations of crazy rapture 
soaring through her trembling, lust-filled body. 

Oh, God, nothing had ever been like this...Andy Carlton...even Paul couldn't 
fulfill her as was Daddy, she knew for certain! She would belong to him 
forever and ever! Maybe she could even entice him to get rid of Linda! He 
wouldn't need her anymore...not with his own precious baby...!...And then, 
his tongue darted into the moist vaginal hole of her seething pussy again 
and she cried out with joy. 

"Oooohhhhh...yes...yesssss! Daddy! Oh, Daddy...turn around! I-I want your 
cock, Darling! Please...I want to taste it.. . ! " 

Keith did, her words like some weird potion poured onto the naked matter of 
his warped brain, not letting himself think, nor ever losing contact with 
his mouth at the damp, excited split in her loins, Kim curled her small 
fingers around his swollen cock jutting down between his strong legs with an 
air of possessive affection, then raised her head, and with her ovaled lips 
spread wide, encircled it hungrily between as she held to its thick base 
with thumb and forefinger to pull back its foreskin, then tried to capture 
its entire length in her anxiously salivating mouth. 

In her unbridled excitement, she sucked it so deeply into the hot, moist 
cavern that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch 
her breath, then began fervently running her tongue up and down the soft 
underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her ministrations, and tasting the 
pungent tang of the seeping fluid oozing from the split at its tip. She 
cupped his heavy balls tenderly in her soft palms while tiny explosions of 
wicked salacity burst inside her brain, and her daddy moved up and down, in 
and out of her mouth in cadence to his lashing, beautiful probing tongue in 
her searing cunt below. 

Oh, God...what bliss! They would do this every night! He would lick her 
pussy while she sucked him...and sometimes, they would fuck! He would fuck 
her...she'd make him!...These thoughts raced through Kim's mind as she 
sucked with uncontrolled fury at his wonderful daddy-cock that was almost 
touching the back of her throat when he pressed it into her mouth, and she 
felt him slaving delightfully with moist, oral sounds at her excitedly 
tingling genitals, his hands beneath and clutching the rotund cheeks of her 
firm young ass while he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into her 
moist, licentiously quivering pussy. 

Dear God! She had wanted to cum for so long! Her cunt was on fire with the 
licking flames his enchanting tongue was causing her!...And then, suddenly, 
she sensed his finger playing with her teeny rectum! Oh...oh, Daddy! Her 
breathing quickened excitedly and she forgot everything else as abruptly, he 
pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement and she felt his long, thick 
finger sliding right up her rectum like a tiny baby's cock...all the way to 
the palm of his big, extended hand! 

"Auuuuuhhhhh," she groaned excitedly around his expanding organ in her 
mouth, her lips and tongue ceasing their gentle caressing in the fantastic 
sensation of his sudden invasion of her asshole, the unexpected enticement 
immediately causing that crazy, insane feeling to start building in her 
belly! 

Kim felt his mouth glued to the round, expanded vaginal hole of her cunt, 
his deep thrusting tongue swirling and lashing its sensitive walls in tempo 
to his thick finger fucking into her moist secret bottom hole. Eagerly, she 
began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his prick with all her acquired 
know-how from watching Linda, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, 
while her belly rose and fell in frantic excitement as she pulled at it. 

God.. . ! She wanted him to cum when she did...and she was going to this 
time! Oh, he had to, she thought desperately, that was the whole thing that 
she sought...him shooting his hot sperm into her mouth while the maddening 
sensations burst inside her! She would truly possess him then...own him 
forever! But...but, he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped 
tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled shaft of his cock...and then, at 
that moment, deep inside her belly began the violent spasms of ecstasy; 
frantically, she squeezed at his swinging, bloated balls above her face, 
then raked her nails beneath them as she had seen Linda do, straining to her 
own rising orgasm 

She tried to blurt some words around his pumping member, but then it 
happened! She felt it jerk warningly, its swollen head convulsing in her 
voraciously sucking mouth...and abruptly, it came! It shot into the back of 
her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy delight...gush after gush of 
the hot, sweet, acid-tasting liquid, joined by the spasming tremors of her 
own hips and loins as his climax finally erupted in a youthful cataclysm of 
blinding, erotic bliss. Again and again and again he squirted his hot jets 
of male jism deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking 
feverishly, her Adam's apple bobbing with lascivious lust while she 
swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling semen spewing into the warm, 
wanting shelter of her mouth . . . 

To Keith, it was as if he had been transformed from an erotic dream of 
carnal enchantment, to the horrible nightmare of reality...not like any of 
the other situations he had ever given himself to. This...God Almighty! 
This, was his own baby daughter! 

He moved off of her, pulling his deflated prick from between her soft, young 
lips, not looking at her, but seating himself on the side of the bed. The 
urge to scream and cry out his remorse was almost unbearable! He thought of 
Linda lying drunk in the room down the hall, in his own son's room...his 
son, whom, she had violated as he had the very flesh of his own loins! 

The feel of Kim's gentle hand caressing his back interrupted his painful 
thought stream. 

"It's not that terrible, Daddy." she whispered softly. 

"I wanted you to...and it was beautiful. I love you for it...or in spite of 
it, if you prefer...but I want it to happen again...and again..." 

Oddly enough, Keith thought of his business, his store, and all the efforts 
he had put into it. He thought of San Marco Point and how his grandfather 
had made it all possible. Kim was beside him then, hugging him and kissing 
him on the ear and cheek, and he didn't think of that anymore...only 
Paul...Paul. . . 

"Will...will he come back, Kim?" he asked looking to her. 

She laughed. "Don't they all, Daddy? That's what I've been taught, 
anyway...the prodigal son thing...? " 

In fun, she pulled him back onto the bed. 

"Come here, you beautiful person!" she hissed into his ear. 

Keith let himself be maneuvered by his baby's love, lying back onto the bed 
as she squirmed in all her naked nymph-like loveliness around him, knowing 
that he would commit further sins against whatever it was, because he 
couldn't resist the temptingly youthful beauty of his very own 
daughter...yet, not forgetting the words of Paul she had told him . . . 

"There must be something better than this . . . . '" 


THE END
