The Loving Grand-Daughter
by Carole Wilson 


Introduction 

Through television, newspapers and countless magazine stories, we 
inhabitants of the modern world have been fully exposed to the various types 
of "militancy" that have sprung up among the populace. Some of these groups 
have achieved a startling degree of popularity and notably there is a new 
awareness abroad that has brought fresh blood to an old battle . . . the 
battle of the sexes. 

Astute novelist Carole Wilson has chosen such a battlefield as the location 
for her latest fictional journey into the midst of middle America. We are 
shown the curious effects of the new feminine militancy upon which at the 
beginning of the novel is a thoroughly unliberated family. What makes this 
book so fascinating is that each of its characters has a "cause to champion" 
and it is the head-on collision of these causes that creates an explosive 
climax of enormous proportions. 

Clearly, little Judy is a striking example of today's child. Much as we 
would wish it weren't so, these youngsters have a totally new outlook on 
life.. . a new vision that is shocking to those of the older generations, to 
say the least. "Child Militancy" is just beginning to rear its youthful 
head, and twelve-year-old Judy is a front-runner of the ranks. She is pitted 
against a grandfather, still young himself, but who is suffering a defeat 
due to forces beyond his control. Once a powerful executive, he finds 
himself jobless due to a general nationwide recession. He is now not only 
forced to live with his daughter and son-in-law, but he is forced to become 
a frustrated witness to their problems as if his own were not enough. 
Needless to say, the result is disastrous. 

Miss Wilson may be saying Judy's mother and father Dennis and Marsha are, 
through neglect, responsible for the little girl's strange preoccupations. 
Even though by the end of the story each member of the family seems 
satisfied by the new intimacy between them, the reader has a suspicion that 
none of it might have taken place had little Judy not been a victim of 
parents' preoccupation with the issue of male and/or female supremacy. 
Oddly, these issues remain unresolved; the couple believing that each has 
somehow "won". And the only persons who seem to have gained are Tom, the 
grandfather, who through the sublime release of his inner tensions is able 
to find a new executive position and Judy, who had managed to maneuver every 
adult in the family in such a way that she has them exactly where she wants 
them. 

This exciting work of literature sounds a timely warning to a world which is 
becoming increasingly fraught with disruptive tensions. We are sure you will 
appreciate its message. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER 1 

Tom couldn't get over how much his young granddaughter had grown since he'd 
last seen her. He sat munching the steak that his daughter Marsha had 
prepared for his first night at the house, and silently contemplated the 
family scene aroUnd him. Judy was twelve and already turning into a woman, 
judging from the budding curves beneath her skimpy blouse, and the smooth, 
long thighs that protruded from her short-shorts. The girl ate heartily, 
while recounting a seemingly endless story about what had happened to her at 
school that day. Her long straight blonde hair fell forward into her eyes 
from time to time, and with an impatient gesture, she would push it back, 
meanwhile shoveling another mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. She 
had one of these pouty mouths, Tom noticed, like Brigitte Bardot, and he 
could tell that when she grew up, she would become even more beautiful than 
her mother. Marsha . . . it was hard for him to believe that his own little 
girl was now such a woman, with a half grown kid to boot. True, he had 
spawned Marsha when he himself was only seventeen, but now being 47 and a 
widower, he was beginning to feel old. 

"Don't you think so, grandpop?" Judy's voice interrupted his revery, and Tom 
was forced to live up to the expression of rapt attention that he had been 
wearing like a mask on his face. 

He smiled back into her sparkling blue eyes. What on earth had she been 
talking about? 

"Well, I don't know.. . " he replied, hoping that would do for a reply. 
Across from him he was conscious of his son-in-law's interested observation, 
and Marsha was smiling at him indulgently. This was all going to be harder 
than he thought, he realized suddenly. To find himself suddenly out of work 
after 20 years with one company . . . and a top executive at that, had been 
one of the most shocking things that had ever happened to him in his life, 
except for the untimely death of his young wife so many years ago, perhaps. 
Now he felt himself just as lost as he had been then, maybe more so . . . he 
was older and had less elasticity. It had seemed impossible that he wouldn't 
be able to find another job right away . . . but the impossible had 
happened, due to the general recession he found himself in the same boat 
with many other men of high caliber, but this good company did nothing to 
better his situation. It really burned him up that his young son-in-law, 
Dennis, could be fully employed, could in fact be the owner of a successful 
garage in town, while he, with all his commercial qualifications was forced 
to move in with him and his daughter! 

"Well, I think so . . . I love to dance!" Judy chimed out. His eyes for some 
reason shifted down to the level of his grand-daughter's plumply budding 
young breasts, and it was only when he realized that his gaze was resting a 
trifle too long on these new protrusions that he turned away with a nervous 
cough. 

"Yes . . . ah, I'm sure you're an excellent dancer, dear," he said. He was 
feeling suddenly very tired. The meal had been going on for much too long, 
and he was anxious to be left alone in the room that was to be his for what 
he hoped would be only a few weeks. He hoped to God that he'd find work by 
then. Having to face a family dinner like this every night was more than he 
could contemplate at the moment. 

"You'll excuse me, Marsha love, if I don't have dessert?" he asked. "I'm 
really pooped tonight, think I'll just run up and have a shower and fall 
into bed!" 

Both Marsha and Dennis hastened to assure him that they understood, but he 
noticed that little Judy was looking at him curiously as he stood up to 
leave the table. 

"Splendid supper, dear . . . just magnificent," he said to his golden haired 
daughter, "You were always a fabulous cook.. . . Always said, you were a 
lucky man, Dennis, to get my only daughter!" 

Amidst amiable laughter, and pleasant goodnights, Tom left the room. For 
some reason he felt a strong anger welling up in him at the words he had 
just spoken. That dolt Dennis was a lucky son of a bitch to get his only 
daughter . . . when she could have married just about anybody with her 
looks! 

His room was bright and comfortable, but nothing compared to the luxurious 
apartment he had once maintained when he was a Vice-President at Benson and 
Tolman Construction. He sighed as he sat down on the bed and removed his 
shoes. Rubbing his feet which ached from his earlier sidewalk pounding, he 
happened to glance up at his mirror image across from the bed. He looked 
tired he noted, but still trim fit. He was thankful for that much at least. 

The shower felt wonderful, and after he had shampooed his just slightly gray 
streaked hair, he frictioned his muscular body with a big thick towel. Then 
he did a few of the exercises that he counted on for keeping his stomach as 
flat as it had been when he was star quarterback in college. 

He returned to his bedroom stark naked and was startled to find loud music 
blaring and there, dancing about in the middle of the room, was his 
twelve-year-old granddaughter. 

He dashed quickly for the closet, and pulling out one of his shirts to cover 
his nakedness, he peered around the door. 

"Judy! What on earth are you doing here?" 

The only answer was the loud blare of music and the increased whirling and 
turning of the young girl in the center of the room. 

Tom watched amazed as Judy made her lithe young body conform to each and 
every note of the strange music coming from a portable cassette player. Her 
feet seemed to be flying in every direction, while her hips took off in the 
exact opposite rhythm and her long blonde curls went flying upward from her 
head. To his dismay, Judy seemed totally unable to hear him, being 
completely involved with the exotic rhythm of her dance. After his original 
annoyance at her impromptu interruption of his privacy, Tom found himself 
mesmerized by her wild dance. It was as if she herself were under some kind 
of hypnotic trance and the young girl dancing before him bore little 
resemblance to the sweet innocence of his granddaughter! Apart from the fact 
that she was doing things with her body that Tom was sure the most expert 
stripper in nearby San Francisco might very well blush at doing, her 
expression was startling! Her delicate child's features were crisped in 
concentration, a mask of emotion had taken hold of her face . . . Tom tried 
not to even think it . . . but it was true . . . her face was that of a 
woman in bed . . . a woman waiting . . . silently begging to be fucked 
within an inch of her life! 

It was impossible to pretend that he did not recognize that expression . . . 
but how to reconcile its appearance on the face of his twelve-year-old 
granddaughter! He stood watching, uncertain as to just what he should do 
about the whole thing--He could not help appraising that lithe young figure, 
the long deeply tanned legs, the little hips and buttocks that jiggled so 
tantalizingly as she turned around . . . each one just big enough to fit the 
palm of a man's hand . . . her trim waist, and then the bouncing young 
breasts beneath that blouse. Why if she had been naked, he wouldn't have 
seen much more of her! 

Then suddenly there was silence. The music was over. Just as suddenly, 
Judy's gyrations stopped, and she was standing there breathlessly . . . a 
wide grin of triumph on her face . . . waiting for her grand-father to say 
something. 

Tom saw that she was expecting a compliment, and he felt that his face was a 
deep shade of red from the thoughts he had had about her during her dance. 
But he tried to brush all that away as he spoke to her . . . "That was very 
nice, dear . . . uh, but what are you doing here?" 

"Oh, I knocked, Grandpop . . . but you didn't answer, then I heard the 
shower running, so I thought I'd just come in and dance for you!" She took a 
deep breath of air, and then collapsed upon the shaggy rug in the middle of 
the floor. There she hugged her knees to her firm little breasts and smiled 
again. "You looked so sad at dinner . . . I thought I'd come and cheer you 
up!" 

Judy looked at her grandfather lovingly, her eyes mirroring the admiration 
that she had always felt for him ever since she had been a tiny tot. And now 
that she was growing up, she thought him the kindest, handsomest man in the 
world . . . certainly the youngest and best looking grand-father in 
existence. She was proud of him . . . it seemed some kind of honor to have 
him as her grand-father . . . and now that he had come to live with them for 
awhile, she could hardly contain her excitement. 

"I'll come cheer you up any time you feel sad, Grandpop!" she volunteered, 
earnestly. 

Tom began to rummage through the closet, looking for some pajamas to put on, 
but he knew that they were already put away in the drawer of the dresser, 
and that was on the other side of the room. He decided finally just to 
remain where he was until she had gone, which he hoped would be soon. There 
was something embarrassing about the whole scene and he was anxious to end 
it. 

"Well, that's very sweet of you, honey . . . " he said. "Now I think you'd 
better run along though, Grandpop is really tired, and what will cheer me up 
most is a good night's sleep right now!" 

Judy jumped to her feet immediately. 

"Okay Grandpop!" she cried, reaching for her cassette player. "See you in 
the morning!" Before she had left the room, she had turned the tape over, 
and the music had started again. Tom watched the creamy half-moons of her 
soft youthful buttocks appear and disappear beneath the short-shorts as she 
began to wiggle and dance her way out of the room. 

* * * 

The double bed was very comfortable, Tom had to admit to himself before he 
fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. Perhaps, he thought, he would see 
everything in a better light in the morning . . . perhaps, that lead at the 
Westminster Company, the appointment with Jamison in the morning, would come 
through, and change everything. Tom was asleep before he could go on with 
his thoughts, and it was a good hour before he heard the first noises. 

"Uuuuuuuungh!" 

Tom turned over, folding his pillow so that the cooler portion was upmost. 
Then, "MMMMMMMGH UNGGGGGH!" The noise was much louder this time, and Tom 
opened his eyes wide in the darkness. 

"What on earth was it?? ? " 

The sound was unearthly and blood chilling, and Tom felt a distinct shiver 
racing up and down his spine. 

"OH.. . OH MY GOD!" 

This time there was no mistaking it. It was his daughter's voice. Marsha 
must be in her bedroom directly next to his . . . but what.. . ? 

"OH, DENNIS . . . OH!" 

Dennis stood directly above Marsha, one big hand holding each of her ankles 
firmly and definitely, spreading her long trim legs as far apart as he 
could. He was looking directly into the moistly gleaming split of her golden 
haired pussy, and enjoying to the fullest the humiliating position he had 
put her in. It made him feel really good to see her squirming like that 
under him, and he prolonged the semi-torture of it for moments longer. He 
had harshly removed her clothing a short while before, surprising himself a 
little by the intensity of his motions. 

They had had arguments before, in fact, they had a lulu almost every week 
these days, usually about money, and they always ended in the same way, with 
Marsha writhing in ecstasy beneath the pressure of his hardened penis. This 
time the argument had been slightly different and had taken place in the 
living room after Judy had gone up to bed. Dennis was not too pleased with 
the prospect of having his father-in-law living with them, although he had 
readily consented to the suggestion when Marsha had first brought it up some 
weeks ago. Still, he felt a little put out about the fact that he had no 
definite commitment from anybody about just how long the older man would be 
staying. 

"Why, it could turn out that he'll be staying forever!" he had blurted out 
earlier, during a commercial break in the "Ed Sullivan Show." 

Marsha had responded with anger and later with tears, and they'd had it out 
about a lot of other things as well. There was always something to argue 
about and Dennis had gotten to use his favorite remark . . . the one that 
never failed to get a rise out of his lovely blonde wife . . . "I'm not made 
of money, you know!" 

"That's obvious!" she had replied this time, and they were off again. 

But now, Dennis had her just where he wanted her, and no matter who won the 
argument, he always won when it came time for bed. 

The large round globes of her pink breasts glistened with a light film of 
perspiration and jiggled about upon her chest as Marsha tried to pull her 
legs back together, but Dennis just pulled upward a little harder, spreading 
her legs still further, and exposing to his eyes more and more of her naked 
vagina. The golden hair parted, showing the dewy split of her inner cunt, 
the gem-like moist interior that throbbed imperceptibly in its hidden lair. 
The tendons of her inner thighs were stretched taut, and Dennis could see 
her legs begin to tremble involuntarily from the sheer stress of the 
position he had her in. 

"OH PLEASE, DENNIS . . . PLEASE LET ME GO!" she cried, tears of frustration 
starting from her eyes. 

Marsha's entire body was beginning to twitch uncontrollably as once more she 
felt herself sinking into a daze of unbearable lust. She was losing again . 
. . losing something . . . of that she was sure, but just what it was she 
couldn't tell. It had to do with more than just the arguments, it had to do 
with her very self.. . her soul! And yet somehow, she wanted to lose it, 
wanted to give herself up completely to this man who had been her husband 
for so many years. It was a harsh battle within herself each time Dennis 
controlled her like this, and each time the battle was lost, or won, she 
could not tell which! 

Even now, she was beginning to whimper and cry out, her face becoming a mask 
of desire, and as he released her legs, she realized that she voluntarily 
kept them spread wide apart on the bed now . . . and although her eyes were 
closed, her ears picked up the sound of Dennis hurriedly removing his 
clothing. 

"Oh, God," she thought, "Oh, God!" 

Then he was kneeling on the bed again, and Marsha felt herself begin to 
moisten more profusely down between her open thighs. Yet, she trembled with 
a fear that she hated to admit, because it sent tiny shivers of erotic 
delight racing up and down her body. Then Dennis's large hands were running 
hastily over her nakedness, touching her flesh as if assessing it for some 
market value, weighing her breasts, forcing the tiny quivering nipples into 
tight hard little balls, making her scream out with the mixed pain and 
pleasure of his twisting thumb and first finger. 

Her breasts felt raw and hot and a tingling sensation spread from their 
large firm globes downward in a straight line along her gently curved belly, 
to the soft, hair sprinkled vee of her loins. She felt a weakness growing in 
her belly and gave a loud moan of abandoned bliss, waiting to feel her 
husband down there, unable to contemplate the thought that he might make her 
wait too long! 

Dennis's mouth bent to his wife's translucent, shell-like ear, his tongue 
formed a neat circle of wetness inside, below, his chest weighed upon her 
breasts, pressing them down, and further below, he kept his fully erect 
penis a few inches above the temptingly spread lips of Marsha's widely 
exposed pussy. 

"Oh, Dennis . . . oh, honey!" she cried out.. . "Do it, DO it now!" 

Her husband smiled, still holding the bloated thickness of his cock away 
from her, but now letting his tongue trace along her cheeks, reaching her 
open mouth and then outlining her naturally pink lips. 

"How bad do you want it!" he teased directly into her mouth. "Tell me!" 

"Oh, Dennis . . . please don't make me . . .don't!" 

"Come on!" he insisted, his hands now roughly manipulating her breasts, "Use 
the right words . . . come on!" 

"I . . . I.. . " Marsha hesitated, the words sticking in her throat as they 
always did. Why, oh, why did he have to ask such things of her, have to make 
her say such things . . . ? 

But she knew already that she would say them, knew by the heat at the pit of 
her stomach, and by the empty yearning high up inside her that she would 
throw away every bit of morality she had been taught as a girl and that at 
the time she would love doing it!" 

"FUCK ME!" she cried suddenly, angrily, "YES FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD . . . FUCK 
ME GOOD! OH GOD I NEED YOU TO DO IT!" 

In the next room, Tom listened to the clear bell-like tones of his 
daughter's voice. He just couldn't believe it was true that she could be 
saying such words.. . indeed it seemed like a horrible nightmare that he had 
been placed in such a position where he would hear his own daughter being 
made love to by her husband . . . and in such a way! Why the man was a 
monster! Tom felt like his blood was boiling from embarrassment and anger. 
He sat up and switched on the light, looking at the wall behind him, as if 
to see if there was something he could do to block the noise. The wall 
itself was a flimsy job, and as far as he was concerned, it was as though 
there were no wall there at all! 

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" 

Tom jumped. In the next bedroom, Dennis's large blood-swollen cock first 
touched upon the petal-like lips of his wife's waiting pussy, and then 
surged upward into her quivering white nudity. His cock stiffened even more 
as it rose inside the warm wet walls of Marsha's excitedly seeping vagina, 
and it arched upward once inside, striking hard against the soft spongy 
surface high at the top of her tight pussy. 

Marsha became a wild woman, her entire body responding as though she had 
been plugged into an electrical circuit. She ground her hips up against 
Dennis mindlessly, her aching cunt demanding more from his cock, forcing it 
to give her still more pleasure, by squeezing its roundness hard with her 
inner vaginal muscles. 

Her legs snapped wide apart, around his lunging hips as he pulled back, and 
then rammed back again as hard as he could, slamming up into his wife so 
hard that she was buffeted upward on the bed a good three inches. His long 
pole disappeared high up into her silken pussy, his balls slapping with a 
lewd flat smacking sound against the surface of her buttocks below. 

"OH YES!" Marsha screamed, "YES!! ! ! " 

Tom then heard his daughter's obscene gurgles of pleasure expanding in the 
room. They seemed to echo loudly inside his head, and to his chagrin, he 
could visualize perfectly just what was happening in there, and just how his 
daughter looked in her moments of passion. 

His fury and confusion drifted over him in waves of helplessness as he 
continued to r listen, fascinated now, in spite of himself. He knew that he 
might be able to escape the horrid sounds by getting up and going into the 
bath room, or even by getting dressed and leaving the house. But somehow he 
couldn't move, couldn't bring himself to move an inch from his bed. 

"FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK!" Dennis groaned wild with the mounting tension in his 
swinging testicles, the rising sensations in his pistoning cock. 

"OH DARLING . . . DARLING YES LIKE THAT LIKE THAT OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! OH 
YES I LOVE YOUR COCK LOVE IT!! ! " 

Tom's mind whirled, as memories of Marsha as a little girl swam before his 
eyes, interspersed with the imagined visions of her writhing nakedly in 
sexual ecstasy beneath that brute of a husband of hers. He almost cried for 
the sweet innocent little girl she had once been . . . for the strict 
upbringing that he had given her, trying to make up for the fact that she 
didn't have a mother around. 

What did it all mean? he wondered now as he listened to what he recognized 
as the beginning of his daughter's climax. What did it matter how he had 
raised her, or what had happened those many years ago, when now, he was a 
penniless, jobless, aging man, sitting in his daughter's spare room, 
listening to her carry on like a cat in heat, and cursing like a whore to 
boot! 

Her taut vagina filled to the utmost, Marsha babbled a steady stream of 
lewd, unrecognizable words. The friction of her husband's enormous rock-hard 
cock was driving her wild. It felt better than it had ever felt before! And 
the thing about it was that every time was better than the last with Dennis! 
It didn't seem to matter whether they were getting along together or not, it 
was always fantastic in bed. Secretly, at saner moments, Marsha worried that 
there was something wrong about this . . . something almost immoral! 

But now, no such thoughts entered her head . . . her entire soul seemed 
centered down between her legs. Those long legs that flailed now high in the 
air, the heels alternately kicking out and digging forcefully into her 
husband's brawny back! All that existed in the world was her already 
convulsing cunt, strained to the brim of orgasm . . . and his wonderful 
pounding cock! 

"OOOOOOOOOOOH I'M CUMMING ! ! ! ! ! HONEY I'M CUMMMMMMING! OH HARDER HARDER 
. . . NOW NOW!" 

Next door, Tom felt the tears streaming down his cheeks before he felt his 
ejaculation. It took him totally by surprise, since he hadn't been aware of 
having an erection, or of any sensation in the area of his groin whatsoever. 
Yet, it was a complete and full ejaculation, as witnessed by the wetness of 
his pajama bottoms, and the still tingling aftermath of his orgasm. His 
thoughts had been with his daughter, and he had almost seemed to feel her 
climax, almost known the turbulent sensations in the young woman's fleecily 
sucking pussy, the dizzy soaring through space to reach completion, the 
reaching out, the straining, and then the grasping . . . the falling back at 
once clutching and caught up in the somersault attainment . . . the relief 
amidst the star spangled bliss! And then his own cumming had interrupted his 
thoughts. Completely distraught, no longer listening, he jumped up and made 
for the bathroom. 

"That I've sunk this far!" he thought, stepping into the shower. "Oh, God!" 

 CHAPTER 2 

It was already past the time for his morning appointment. Tom knew that 
before even looking at the clock beside his bed. He had neglected to set the 
alarm the night before since he normally woke at 7:30 automatically, and had 
slept deeply almost as though drugged, save for one disturbing dream. In 
fact, he realized he would probably still be asleep if it hadn't been for 
that dream! 

He got up hurriedly. It was 10:00 A.M. He knew that you just didn't go 
around missing appointments if you were really serious, and he knew that the 
man he was supposed to see that morning knew that too. Nevertheless, he 
rapidly donned his bathrobe and dashed out to the hall telephone. Perhaps he 
could straighten it out. Perhaps it would be alright and he could see 
Jamison that afternoon! 

Even as he dialed, though, he knew it was down the drain, and his mind 
reflected despondently upon the dream. 

"Ed Jamison, please!" he said as forcefully as he could, once he had reached 
the man's private secretary. "Tom Lansing calling!" 

In the dream, little Judy had come to his room . . . she had gotten into his 
bed and she had . . . 

"Oh, yess, Mr. Lansing . . . " 

Did he already recognize that tone of voice . . . the one his secretary used 
to use under such circumstances? 

"Mr. Jamison is in conference at the moment, but perhaps I can help you." 

Her voice was so perfect, so charming, so polite, and God, how he hated her! 

"It's about the appointment I had . . . " 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jamison asked me to say that you could set up another one if 
you like. It would have to be after the 23rd, however, Mr. Jamison will be 
out of town until then." 

"But today's the first!" Tom blurted out, completely nettled. He remembered 
now just what little Judy had done to him in the dream, and how her little 
pussy had ground down upon his swollen prick, and how he had . . . 

"Yes, but Mr. Jamison is leaving for New York tomorrow. It would have to be 
after the 23rd." 

Her voice was final now, even betraying a hint of boredom and Tom considered 
how satisfying it would be to be able to punch the young woman in the mouth. 

"Yes, well, then make it for the 24th if you would," he replied, "and in 
case I'm unable to call back later tell Mr. Jamison that I was avoidably 
prevented from making the appointment due to my granddaughter's illness!" 

He scarcely listened as Jamison's secretary made the appointment for him, at 
the same time 3 weeks hence. He was appalled by his lie about little Judy, 
but more appalled by the stark recollection of his lascivious dream . . . as 
the memory of just the way Judy's tight little cunt had felt beneath his 
manipulating fingers, and how it had stretched wide enough . . . just barely 
wide enough . . . 

"Thanks very much!" he heard himself saying briskly. He flung the phone down 
upon the receiver, realizing that the girl at the other end would feel the 
shock in her ear. Looking around him wildly, he was almost surprised to 
remember just where he was . . . in the thoroughly middle-class surroundings 
of his daughter's home. He knew that they had both gone out to work by now, 
Dennis to the garage and Marsha to the secretary job she had, and if Judy 
was in school, as he knew she must be, then he would have the house to 
himself! He was looking forward to being alone, he thought, getting up and 
wandering toward the kitchen. He just had to get his nerves together, or 
else he was headed toward a nervous breakdown! The combination of what he 
had overheard between his daughter and son-in-law, and the lewd aftermath, 
including the weird dream about Judy was quite a blow to his morale. A few 
minutes later when Tom sat down at the dining nook with his cup of instant 
coffee, he was surprised to see that his hand shook as he set the cup down. 

"Hello, Grandpop!" 

Tom's coffee went splashing down the front of his bathrobe as he turned to 
see Judy standing in the doorway. She was beaming brightly, and wearing what 
appeared to be the same short shorts she had worn the evening before. 

"Judy . . . what are you doing here? I thought you were at school!" 

"School?? Grandpop, I told you last night at dinner that school was out 
now.. . . This is the first day of summer vacation!" 

"Oh . . . " Tom drank some of his coffee, completely unsettled by his young 
granddaughter's rather flamboyant stance in the doorway. She slouched 
casually against one side, her pelvis jutting boldly forward in the manner 
of magazine fashion models. 

Suddenly annoyed, he asked brusquely, "Don't you have anything else to wear 
but those shorts?" 

Judy looked surprised, but came up with an answer quickly enough. "But 
Grandpop! These are the latest thing . . . in London and Paris and 
everywhere . . . they're Hot Pants!" 

"What?" Tom asked, unable to believe his ears. But something told him to 
hold his tongue.. . that his young granddaughter was telling the truth . . . 
someone actually had been imbecilic enough to launch a new fashion by that 
rather lewd name! 

"Honest, Grandpop," she was saying, her delicate features set in an earnest 
expression. 

"Yes . . . yes . . . fine!" Tom waved his hand impatiently . . . thinking 
that he was being silly, he could hardly blame an innocent little child for 
the dream he had had, nor for the carryings on of her parents that had kept 
him awake so long that he'd overslept! 

"Well . . . run along and play or something," he suggested, returning to his 
coffee. 

"I was hoping you would spend some time with me.. . mother said you would! I 
thought we could do things together." 

Tom looked back up, his eyes roving over Judy's trim little shape and 
resting on that pelvis, that tiny little raised pubic mound that she 
continued to stick out so confidently in front of her. 

"I mean, she said when you got back from appointments and stuff that you'd 
have time and that I should try to relax you!" 

* * * 

That night, Judy cuddled up against her pillow with a satisfied smile on her 
face. She had managed to get her grandfather to spend the entire day with 
her. They had strolled through the park, gone boating on the lake, had 
hotdogs at Greeny's and taken in a Walt Disney film. Afterward, he had 
brought her home just in time for supper, and she had been surprised to see 
how tired he was at the table. Hardly talking to anyone, just looking down 
at his plate like that. But when he had been with her, she recollected, 
hugging her pillow closer to her bud-like breasts, he had seemed to be 
enjoying himself. She remembered the curious expression on his face when she 
had climbed on his lap while they were sitting on the grass in the park. She 
knew that he started to tell her to get down, but then changed his mind. And 
while she sat there his face just kept getting redder and redder all the 
time! Even while she had been telling him the long involved story about a 
television show she had seen, she had noted his odd expression, and how he 
seemed not to want her to sit a certain way on his lap. Just to see what 
would happen she tried all the harder to sit that way, and discovered 
something that she considered very interesting! Something hard and rock-like 
protruded against her squirming buttocks when she forced herself down upon 
him in a certain way. She had heard in school that men's things got hard, 
and she supposed that that was what it was. Grandpop's thing! 

The very thought of it made her go tingly all over, and she could hardly 
wait until the following day to further experiment with her new discovery! 
Her little toes curled under and she chuckled under her breath, rubbing her 
tiny nipples hard into the pillow until they were like little pebbles of 
warm brown flesh. 

"What fun!" she thought! 

* * * 

Tom showered in his room immediately after dinner, refusing his daughter's 
invitation to watch television with her and Dennis in the living room. It 
had been all he could manage to get through dinner, after his harrowing day 
with little Judy, he was in no mood to look his son-in-law in the face after 
he'd heard what he had the night before! And as for his daughter Marsha . . 
. he was heartsick each time he recalled her lewd words, her obvious 
enjoyment of his son-in-law's animal style lovemaking! Everything was just 
going from bad to worse, he thought. But once in the shower, feeling the 
stimulation of the sharp needlepoints of water, Tom tried to get his 
thoughts together. Tomorrow would be different, he told himself. Tomorrow he 
had another appointment, which he would be sure to make, it was with a man 
who had once told him long ago that he would be interested at any time in 
using his services for his firm. He had spoken with the man on the phone and 
he had said to come by his office and that they would talk about it. Tom 
realized that Bud Richards had been entirely noncommittal with him on the 
phone, although very friendly, but still, he remembered the force of the 
man's words, several months ago, when standing in his office at Black-well 
and Gayle, the other man had said, "Any time you want to come over to Hunt 
and Cross, Tom, you know you've got a job!" 

The memory was reassuring, and the words seemed to play over and over in his 
mind, blocking out all the unpleasantness he had spinning around in there . 
. . his humiliating afternoon with Judy, that scene with her on his lap in 
the park! God, he'd just gotten her off just in time! 

But tomorrow he'd see Bud Richards, and perhaps he'd be able to get out of 
this house that he was beginning to hate by the end of the week! 

He lay back the covers, and slid underneath. God, it felt good to be lying 
down! 

* * * 

Marsha followed Dennis into the bedroom, she really felt contrite about what 
she had said to her husband in the living room. But at the time she had been 
very upset. Now, she felt less so, but worried about just how Dennis would 
take it out on her. She knew that he wouldn't forgive her calling him a 
"creep" and a "dirty insensitive creep" at that.. . easily. She had seen him 
stiffen at the words, as though she had actually cursed at him, and somehow 
she'd realized that the words had struck some sensitive spot inside him and 
really hurt! Well, good! she'd thought at the moment, but now she wasn't so 
sure. True enough she was already weary at the prospect of his complaining 
about her father being there night after night, and he was capable of just 
that, she knew. Somehow her husband could always make a bad situation worse! 

She went right away into the bathroom, and when she came out she was wearing 
a yellow robe that made her deep blue eyes seem almost green, and brought 
out the vivid gold color of her hair. She had brushed it hard, and it looked 
like spun gold, clinging to her shoulders, and bouncing a little as she 
walked. She noted that Dennis was already in bed. Only the top of his dark 
head was visible. She knew he hadn't taken a shower in a couple of days, and 
perhaps that was why the "dirty" had stunned him so. She knew he had a thing 
about too much cleanliness, and the few times she had tried to suggest he 
use a deodorant, she had been almost violently rebuffed. 

"What's wrong with a real man's smell," he had asked her, his eyes wide with 
fury. "What do you think you're in a tv commercial or something? And 
tonight, she had realized that her words had probably reminded him of the 
difference in their backgrounds. It seemed that he would never forgive her 
for having had a year of college! 

Hoping that Dennis was asleep, she removed her yellow robe and clad in a 
short nylon gown of the same color, slipped into bed beside him. 

"Poor Dad," she thought, as she stretched her feet down toward the coolest 
part of the bed. "He looks like a fish out of water!" 

Marsha had just completed this thought when she realized that Dennis was not 
asleep. She wasn't quite sure just how she knew this, but a second later he 
reached for her, roughly grabbing hold of her arm. 

"How's your little high-class cunt tonight?" he asked in a low tone. Marsha 
felt chilled. Couldn't they just once make love like other people? Couldn't 
it be nice and sweet.. . couldn't he ever tell her that he loved her? 

She gave a little squeal as suddenly she felt his other hand invading the 
area of her hips. His fingers moved rapidly sideways, scuttling like a crab, 
she thought distastefully, and she resisted an urge to pull away from him, 
knowing that this would anger him and make things more unpleasant than they 
already were. 

In the next room, Tom heard his daughter's sounds, and knew that he would 
get little sleep that night. 

"Dennis! Why must you always . . . ! EEEEeeeee!" 

Tom hopped out of bed, outraged at the whole thing. He began pacing up and 
down the small area of his room. 

Sound after lewd sound poured from the next room, and then there were 
silences. Tom didn't know just which were worse, the noises or the silences! 
And he realized that his eyes were glued anxiously upon the connecting door 
between the two rooms. 

"Was he going to do it?" he wondered. 

He knew that he could not . . . indeed, must not do it! And yet, during one 
of the more lengthy, maddening silences, he did. At the end of his pacing, 
he kneeled down beside the door, and placed his eye to the keyhole. Peering 
in, at first he thought that he could see nothing, and he was almost 
relieved, but then as his eyes adjusted, he could make out the shapes of his 
daughter and son-in-law on the bed, directly across from the door. In fact, 
the image became clearer as his sleepy eyes adjusted to the unusual angle of 
the tiny hole, and Tom sucked in his breath at what he made out. 

The small lamp beside their bed, illuminated their actions . . . they were 
moving slowly, almost as if in slow motion. Marsha was lying spread out upon 
the bed, her short nightgown up around her neck, revealing the complete 
beautiful nakedness of her body. 

"Jesus!" Tom had not seen his little girl stripped since she was about 9 
years old. He had no idea that she had come to look like that! Dennis's 
hands were roving all over her nakedness, slipping down to rub at her full, 
sensuous buttocks. Marsha lay with a pained expression on her face. It 
seemed so obscene that he wouldn't even turn out the light when he made love 
to her! Even though there was no one to see, she felt horribly exposed. A 
long sigh shook her body as Dennis exhibited his hold over her. 

"You see . . . I can make you do anything I want!! " he taunted down at her 
nakedness. 

Tom thought he might barge into the room and punch him in the nose, but he 
watched with growing concern as Dennis took Marsha's hand in his and moved 
it down between their bodies. He moved over her then, and forced her fingers 
to encounter his thickly swollen cock, making them instantly sticky from the 
lubricating fluids that seeped from the huge glistening head. 

"Move your hand!" he hissed at her through clenched teeth, and slowly, 
Marsha began to stroke up and down, pulling down on the thick foreskin and 
then back up. 

"Why do you want to humiliate me like this? ? ? " she asked, tiny tears 
wetting her eyes. 

"Because you need it!" he replied, "any real wife would be begging to touch 
her husband's cock, but not you . . . you're too prissy!" 

Marsha closed her eyes and felt more familiar tears of bitterness slip from 
between her lids. For some reason, she thought of her father, who was 
sleeping right there in the next room, and what Daddy would think if he knew 
the things that she was doing. Even though she was a grown woman, she still 
recalled the things he had taught her about respecting her body, and being a 
good girl . . . about being pure. Why couldn't she have remained a little 
girl, she thought, now instead of having to go through all these mixed 
emotions . . . the pleasure that was not pleasure really but a kind of 
subtle torture, that she would deny herself afterward! 

Was all this really happening, Tom wondered? His flesh crawling with an 
excitement that he could not control. Straining his eyes, he tried, in spite 
of a warning voice in his ear, to see more of his young daughter's body. 

Dennis was running his fingers over her breasts again, while she made long 
up and down motions with her hand on his enormous penis. From time to time 
he would make a movement over her with his hips so that his big cock slid 
through her hands and landed upon the pale flesh of her trembling belly. 
Leaning forward he kissed her wetly on the lips, and Tom could hear the 
sound of his tongue moving about, lashing at his daughter's tongue. He 
watched breathlessly as Marsha, his own darling little girl who once had big 
Shirley Temple curls down to her hips, seemed to melt beneath the pressure 
of her husband's body, and then Dennis began to move down on the bed, first 
burying his face in her breasts, wagging his head back and forth between the 
warm melon-like orbs, biting into the tenderness of the rubbery tipped 
nipples until Marsha groaned from the pain. But, Tom could tell, his 
daughter's faint sounds of protest was twinged with the raucous tones of 
desire. 

"Oh, Dennis, Dennis . . . " she muttered. She was moving her hips up a 
little bit now while his head dropped lower and lower, until it rested upon 
the gently rounded plane of her stomach. She could feel the stubble of his 
beard against her flesh, and she was thrilled by it. She felt faint, as 
though her breath was not coming right. 

"OOOOOooooh!" she crooned, and then her husband's mouth was at the soft silk 
blonde of her pussy. There was a brief pause and then his tongue licked at 
the softly resisting hairs until it found the smooth wet split inside, and 
wormed its tip teasingly up into it. 

Tom felt his knees shaking, and he thought for a moment that they were going 
to give way. He no longer bothered to deny to himself the existence of his 
erection, it was just a part of the nightmare he was in . . . no more 
explainable than the very fact that he was spying through a keyhole at his 
married daughter getting ready to be fucked silly by her husband. 

There was a high plaintive wail as Marsha felt the warmth of her husband's 
lips closing around the tip of her clitoris. He pulled his head back, 
bringing the tiny bit of flesh along with him until it slipped back with a 
small obscene snapping noise. 

"I'm gonna suck your snooty little pussy good!" he mumbled. "Suck it dry!" 

Marsha shivered and groaned and then, straining her body up to Dennis's 
mouth, and arching her back, she declared, "Well, do it . . . oh God, do it 
and get it over . . . suck me, suck me!! ! ! " 

Next the sound of wet flesh attached to wet flesh filled the air and drifted 
through to Tom's burning ears. Dennis's mouth was firmly attached to his 
daughter's lewdly tormented cunt! The hungry wet sucking noises were 
terrible! 

His head worked furiously back and forth, the tip of his tongue slipping 
about with hotly teasing back and forth and circular movements, pushing the 
furrowed inner flesh about, nudging the heated tissues, while his fingers 
slid upward into her seething vagina, squirming them around high up into her 
womb. Marsha writhed and revolved her hips furiously, completely out of her 
mind with lust. The wild sensation building like wildfire in her groin was 
delicious, and with each motion of her husband's tongue or his finger, she 
felt herself growing nearer to the brink of bliss. 

"AAAAAAAh!" she panted, "AH! AH! . . . Oh don't stop now . . . OooHHHHH! 
Darling, Darling!! ! ! ! The unbearable feelings all rushed in on her, and 
everything in her body conspired to bring her to a stupendous nerve-racking 
orgasm. She felt herself being lifted into another sphere as the sweet 
feelings expanded throughout her body. 

"OOOOOOOOOH OH . . . OH!" 

Tom's cock thickened in his hand. He had only touched it moments ago when it 
became impossible not to. And now, he pulled his foreskin all the way back, 
revealing the burning knob of his blood-filled organ. He had removed his eye 
from the keyhole now, wanting to see no more for the moment, and head bent 
slightly back, eyes closed, lips parted so that his teeth were bared like 
the fangs of a wolf, he lovingly and knowingly caressed his own now 
consciously throbbing prick. 

Tom knew that the two nakedly locked figures in the other room would be 
tossing around on the bed for a long while. He knew as he manipulated his 
thick cock, making it harder and harder with each further stroke, that the 
smooth wet folds of his daughter's vaginal walls would be squeezed tightly 
around every inch of her husband's long ejaculating penis more than once 
that night! His orgasm started with a crazy spiraling from his balls along 
the length of his cock, and then the thick white liquid jets spurted 
unhindered in front of him, splashing against the connecting door as the 
forbidden nature of his lust overwhelmed him, flooding him with 
unprecedented and undeniable pleasure. 

 CHAPTER 3 

"You look just gorgeous, Jud!" Judy-smiled at herself in the living room 
mirror, examining the snug cut of her bright blue "hot pants" . . . she had 
about six pairs, and she had never worn this particular color before. 

"Grandpop should like 'em," she thought, surmising that in spite of her 
grandfather's grumpiness, he found her shorts attractive. She was beginning 
to get used to adults saying one thing and meaning another, and it seemed 
that this phenomenon was occurring more and more as she got older. She was 
proud to consider herself able to turn such things to her advantage whenever 
possible. It was a little like a war, she felt, and it took every bit of her 
wits to keep on top of things . . . after all, if she didn't, who would? She 
was a self-appointed guardian of justice for twelve-year-olds! 

She turned about once more, examining the tight crack of material that 
slipped sensuously up between her firm young buttocks. Her long legs seemed 
to be filling out, she thought hopefully. Each day she faithfully did her 
leg exercises so that the slender calves would take on more character, and 
it looked as if they were paying off! And as for her breasts, she thought, 
thrusting them out, and looking at their profile beneath the tightly 
clinging jersey blouse . . . well, they were coming along just fine! She 
picked up one of her fashion-youth magazines and carried it to the sofa by 
the window in the living room. That way she would be able to see Grandpop 
when he came home, and she could run to meet him! 

"So you see how the situation is right now. We're suffering too! Hard hit, 
to tell the truth. I've got a board meeting this afternoon that I'm not 
looking forward to, I can tell you that!" 

Tom sat bleary eyed across from Bud Richards. The older man had made his 
point, and now Tom was ready to leave, but he had to sit the few more 
moments that were considered polite, even though it was clear that there was 
no job for him there.. . . Bud hadn't even said, "maybe later!" 

As a few moments later, he finally shook hands with his old business 
acquaintance, Tom realized that his next stop was the unemployment office. 
He had been putting it off, but now there was no way to do so any longer. 
Even though he was dead tired and deeply depressed by his nighttime 
activities, he forced himself to go by the local unemployment office. 

They were not encouraging, nor were they terribly friendly, and Tom knew for 
the first time the humiliation of asking the state for money. It was similar 
to asking anyone for money, except all of the noxious elements were 
considerably heightened, and it seemed by all concerned a foregone 
conclusion that one's self respect had long since been left by the wayside. 
When he finally left, after standing in three lines and sitting on countless 
benches waiting for his number, or his alphabetical letter to be called, Tom 
could only recall the endless expressions of hostility on the faces of those 
asking, and the sometimes subtle and sometimes blatant expressions of 
disdain on those who were handing it out. 

Sad and defeated, he returned to the house in the early afternoon. He was no 
longer able to tell himself that the next day would be better! 

"Grandpop! Grandpop!" Judy's voice reached him halfway down the block. The 
suburban California town was peaceful around him, all the houses on the 
street seemed calm and orderly, and the only other sounds that Tom was 
suddenly made aware of, besides his granddaughter's voice was the faint 
noise of someone's power motor and the wild chirping of the summer birds. 
All of them cheering in themselves, but to Tom, under the circumstances they 
all seemed to be signaling some kind of doom. Especially Judy's light 
bird-like tones, as she arrived at full gallop, running into him hard, and 
embarrassing him in a savage hug of joy. 

"You're home.. . ! You were gone so long . . . and it's such a bore at the 
house.. . . " After he had disentangled himself from her hug, she gaily took 
his arm and led him along the rest of the way to the house. 

Once inside, she insisted he sit down upon the sofa. She recognized his 
fatigue, from the times before her mother went back to work, and her father 
still worked regular mechanic's hours before getting the loan that enabled 
him to start his own garage. He would often come home exhausted, and her 
mother had let it be known that it was their job to make him feel better. 
Her work was clearly cut out for her now! She observed her usually dapper 
looking grandfather sagging on the sofa, looking gray-faced and twice his 
age, and tried to think of something. 

The answer came. She ran into the kitchen and began to make him a drink. She 
didn't know quite what the proportions should be, but she knew that the 
whole idea was that it should definitely not be too weak! So she poured a 
heavy portion of gin into a tall water glass, and then added some of the 
orange juice that was in the refrigerator. 

Satisfied, she took the tall frosty glass out to him, and stood by watching 
with her hands clasped behind her back. Tom took the glass gratefully but 
unaware that it contained anything stronger than orange juice. It was 
fortunate that he had already loosened his collar, otherwise he might have 
strangled when the gin hit his empty stomach like a ton of bricks. 

"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME, CHILD!" he bellowed, after he recovered 
his voice. 

"I . . . I just thought you might like a drink . . . the way Daddy does when 
he's tired." 

Tom regretted his moment of fury. After all, the girl was not to blame for 
his misfortunes, and she was trying to help! He settled back on the sofa, 
and took another, shorter sip of the potent drink. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey . . . I guess I do need something to pick me up. 
Thanks sweetheart!" 

He took another sip under Judy's watchful eyes, and then lay his head back 
and gazed up at the ceiling, sighing deeply and listening to the comfortable 
sound of the ice tinkling in his glass as he absent-mindedly shook it back 
and forth. 

Judy tip-toed around the room pulling the Venetian blinds half shut so that 
the room was sheltered from the strong afternoon rays of the sun. 

Then she went to her room and brought out her cassette and a pile of tapes, 
putting one in as soon as she returned to the living room. Soft music filled 
the air, but deceptively soft, for underneath the light tone a sensuous 
build-up of jungle drum rhythms played in and out, mounting bit by bit as 
the orchestration continued. 

Tom was feeling no pain. He felt good, in fact, though still tired. The 
drink in his hand was all but empty, and he was marveling at the power of 
something as simple as alcohol to change a man's point of view. When 
suddenly he felt his glass being withdrawn and another being pressed into 
his palm, he couldn't think of a reason why he should protest. He deserved 
to get bombed for chrissakes! And if little Judy wanted to help him, so much 
the better! 

The second drink tasted even better than the first, and Tom drank it down 
faster, humming to himself a little as the music began to invade his psyche 
with its insidious beat. 

When Judy hopped upon his lap, he was startled, but felt he was entirely 
able to handle the situation. There was no situation he felt he couldn't 
handle at the moment! 

"Feel better, Grandpop?? " Judy asked, squirming her soft young buttocks 
around to make herself comfortable on his knees. Tom managed to smile at her 
easily. 

"Much . . . much, much better! Thanks to you, young lady!" 

He noticed as he spoke to her that her face was very close to his. He could 
smell the peculiar odor of the Tangee natural lipstick that she used, and 
the sweet scent of her hair. Judy tossed her head and it went flying across 
his face, trailing its scent and what seemed to be a zillion sparks of 
sensation with it. 

"Can I have some!? " she asked, pointing to the half-empty glass. Without 
waiting for an answer, she lifted the glass from his unresisting fingers, 
and took a gulp from it. Coughing, she placed it back in his hand. 

"Ugh!" Just wanted to see if it still tasted so icky!" 

Tom was conscious of nothing at the moment, but the thick bulge in his 
pants, where his hard cock stiffened upward toward the pressing young 
buttocks that squirmed over his knees. 

"She's your own granddaughter I" a warning voice suddenly whispered in his 
head. "SHE'S ONLY 12 YEARS OLD!" 

But Judy seemed determined to make him forget those two pertinent facts, and 
just as he was about to confusedly oust her from his knees, Tom felt her 
soft warm bottom finally find just the right groove, sliding just over the 
hardness of his cock's head, as one of her arms slid around his neck, and 
she breathed into his ear. 

"Do you like the music, Grandpop? It's Mongo Santamarie.. . . " Tom noticed 
the music was getting louder and wilder by the second. Somehow it was 
preventing him from thinking clearly, especially since Judy had started to 
bounce about on top of his full to bursting point prick in time to the crazy 
rhythms coming from the machine. 

Looking down, Tom noticed that he could see her little breasts bouncing 
right close to his chest beneath the thin cover of her top, and the crotch 
of her shorts was almost invisible, so high had it risen during her motions. 
It occurred to him that her bottom must be almost completely bare upon his 
fully clothed loins, and this thought caused his already sorely put upon 
penis to bound violently upward against the tenderness of her almost naked 
little vagina. 

Quickly, he downed the rest of the drink, and felt a moment of dizzying 
uncertainty as it slid smoothly down his throat. His mouth felt dry anyway, 
like there was cotton in it, and there was this funny ringing in his ears 
just a tone below that of the blaring music. 

The cool white sheaths of Judy's legs attracted his eyes like magnets, and 
Judy realizing this, gently removed the empty glass from her grandfather's 
hand and placed it on the flat arm of the sofa. Almost automatically, Tom's 
hand fell down to the smooth plane of her thigh, and Judy squealing, 
declared, "Oh, it's so cold . . . from the ice!" 

The sound of her squeal was familiar, oh, so familiar to him! Sitting there 
in a semi-stupor, he could remember in alarming detail all the little girls 
who had squealed at him like that when he'd been a young boy . . . and later 
on, all the ladies . . . that squealed was universal, and he had come to 
know that it meant one thing. His hand felt hot and itchy on his little 
granddaughter's leg, and he was acutely aware of its placement, just there 
halfway up her luscious little thigh, while she continued shifting her 
buttocks so that eventually the tip of his cock was fitted snugly right up 
under her legs, so that it was actually coming into contact with the small 
lips of her tight young cunt, only a thin bit of flimsy fabric away. 

It was just too much to take! Without realizing it even, his other hand 
encircled Judy's small waist, pulling her closer to him, as the hand upon 
her thigh moved almost imperceptibly higher. He could not believe the 
intensity of the erotic charge that was racing through him!! The creamy 
white flesh glided beneath his fingers as though he were smoothing them over 
water, and now he could feel the point of her breasts pushing into his chest 
as she breathed heavily against him, chanting all along the strange words to 
the music. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, "it feels so good and warm being close to you 
Grandpop! Doesn't it feel good!? " 

Her face was so close, her lips . . . right there . . . just a motion, a 
matter of centimeters.. . . Then it happened. He didn't know then or later 
who had kissed whom . . . their lips pressed tight together in a kiss that 
literally shocked him . . . like an electric jolt, and then his tongue was 
moving quickly and freely into her mouth. He could feel her react with some 
surprise, but it hardly mattered now. Nothing much mattered really . . . 
only what was happening, only what he felt he had to do, no matter what! It 
was wrong . . . he knew just how wrong! But that didn't matter either. Her 
delicious little buttocks ground down a little harder now, and then back and 
forth a little, and he knew that she was responding to his kiss with 
astonishing fervor for one so young! 

"OH!" Judy sighed, thinking, oh, God, how wonderful! His thing is all hard 
down there . . . I can feel it . . . the exact outline rubbing against me.. 
. . Oh, just so! MMMMMMm! Grandpop was so wonderful, holding her so strong 
and tight against him, making her feel such incredible things! His mouth 
tasted of gin and orange juice and sweetly she sucked upon his tongue, 
tasting the strange new sensations welling up inside her. She was beginning 
to feel distinctly moist between her legs. She had the feeling that her 
shorts were very wet at the crotch, and she felt a way down there that she 
had never quite felt before . . . it was a little aching to the 
self-excitement she knew when in bed at night she would touch herself, but 
much much more intense . . . much more heavenly!! ! 

Tom knew, because Judy did everything in her power to let him know, without 
actually saying it.. . that she wanted him to touch her right there! 

His searching hand reached almost mechanically underneath her slightly 
spread thighs, sliding up to the bared area of her buttocks, finding the 
skin hot, almost too hot to touch . . . but continuing, sneaking one finger 
down into the soft yielding crevice, inserting it ever so slowly and 
deliberately under the wet material of her "hot pants", and suddenly 
reaching an area of even greater unbelievable wetness and slipperiness . . . 
the satiny nest of her pussy!! ! Tiny cunt hairs that he knew were a light 
gold in color grew sparsely along the puffy little mound that he now touched 
with his middle finger. He felt her tremble, a ripple of feeling running 
through her, as she pressed still closer to him, locking her mouth almost 
desperately to his as though begging him to continue. She whimpered into his 
mouth as the soft tight flanges of her pussy suddenly throbbed and flared 
wide to accept his intimate touches. She had never known such joy!! She 
began to shift her body to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was receiving, 
feeling not only her grandfather's teasing middle finger insinuated into her 
hotly receiving cuntal slit, but the smoothly pulsating head of his cock 
making itself felt in the cleft of her behind, trembling and bucking against 
her with each new move she made!! 

"OH GRANDPOP!" she finally cried, feeling his finger flick for the first 
time up at the button of her clitoris, flick and rub, flick and rub! It was 
incredible! The tiny little organ responded hungrily to his teasing 
manipulation, and Judy could no longer contain herself. 

"OH DON'T STOP!" she wailed. "DON'T EVER STOP!" Her little pussy felt 
ravenous and she felt an insane kind of desire welling up in her . . . a 
desire that went beyond the things that her grandfather could do to her with 
his finger! She could feel the big rod of his cock right there . . . and it 
seemed as though she would love to feel that up against her naked flesh too! 

Tom murmured into Judy's hair, perspiration dripping from his forehead, his 
eyes closed, the better to feel the delicate wondrous little cunt beneath 
his touch. 

"OH baby, oh, honey . . . oh, your sweet little pussy! Oh, what a sweet 
little pussy!" 

His alcohol fogged brain reeled with the full impact of his desire for his 
own granddaughter! There was no way in which he could fully comprehend what 
was happening. At the moment he was only a man . . . any man, and although 
the child on his knees was young.. . only 12 years old, she was more than a 
woman to his loving fingers! 

"Good God.. ! " he gasped. "OH sweet heaven!" 

He looked into the beautiful young desire-racked face before him, and on 
that face he saw the eternal woman . . . and then he realized that she bore 
a striking resemblance to someone . . . who was it? ? ? 

"MARSHA!" he called out his daughter's name as though she had walked into 
the room, for that instant the enormity of his actions hit him full blast. 
This was his own little daughter's child! 

If he had been able to, he would have stopped everything at that moment, but 
as soon as he called her mother's name, Judy began to quiver all over. Her 
eyes rolled skyward, and she clung tremulously to him, grinding herself down 
hard onto his invading middle finger, forcing it to rub all the places in 
her secret little pussy that she wanted rubbed at that moment. 

"OOOAAA AAAAA! AAAAA!! ! ! ! GRANDPOP! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING . . . SOMETHING 
WONDERFUL SOMETHING . . . AAAAAAH OOOOOoooohhhhhhhhh!" A gigantic shudder 
raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping through her helplessly 
aroused baby cunt held her in its grip. She was experiencing her very first 
orgasm, and it shattered within her, breaking into a trillion little bits. 
Myriads of stars rose and set in a black glistening sky that contained her 
universe. She held onto her grandfather for dear life . . . her only hold 
left on reality as she journeyed wildly through the blissful weightless 
space. 

Outside there was the noise of a car pulling into the driveway. Both Judy 
and her grandfather heard it at the same moment. 

"Your mother!" Tom said, echoing his earlier exclamation. 

Judy leapt from his lap, instantly recovered from her experience. Giving her 
grandfather one last fervent kiss, she fled from the room, only to pause at 
the door. 

"I'll see you tonight.. . alright?" 

Tom stared speechlessly at the little girl. He opened his mouth to speak, 
and simultaneously there was the sound of a key in the lock of the front 
door. Judy disappeared. 

"Why hello, Dad! What are you doing sitting here with the blinds closed . . 
. ? Don't you want some lights on?" 

Tom covered the seeping wet of his trousers with a magazine and sat 
perfectly still, waiting for his daughter to leave the room before getting 
up himself. 

"Uh . . . just resting my eyes a bit . . . just resting.. . ! " he muttered 
in a strained voice. 

 CHAPTER 4 

"Funny, I don't feel sleepy at all!" Marsha lay in bed with her eyes wide 
open, staring at the distant shadowy recesses of the ceiling. Dennis was 
still at the garage and had called earlier to tell her that he expected to 
be there for some time, going over the books with the accountant. It felt 
strange going to bed without him, she realized, although most of their 
nights were fraught with anxiety caused by some silly argument, and her 
anticipation of Dennis's reaction. Then of course later, it was a different 
story! She blushed to herself now, thinking of what had taken place the 
night before . . . how her husband's tongue had wormed up into her down 
there between her thighs and made her feel the most wonderful things. Why 
then, did she always fight him so . . . why did she always think beforehand 
that she didn't want to? It was somehow easier now that he wasn't beside her 
to admit to herself that she enjoyed his lovemaking tremendously. She had 
just read an article earlier at work in a woman's magazine about how many 
women couldn't admit their own pleasure to themselves. There had been 
suggestions in it on how to get over this, and Marsha hoped that she would 
be able to benefit from them. The main thing the article had stressed was 
that there was nothing wrong with sex . . . therefore, nothing wrong with 
enjoying it . . . especially if you were man and wife! Heavens, she'd 
thought she'd been married to Dennis for almost thirteen years now, and she 
was just getting around to this! All these years she had really been ashamed 
of her voluptuous body . . . she recalled trying to hide her newly formed 
breasts for years at the strict boarding school her father had sent her to, 
until finally someone had convinced her that there was nothing evil about 
having big breasts! 

When she had first met Dennis, he had seemed to like her innocence and what 
he used to call her shyness. But recently, especially during the last year, 
he had become more and more brutal. She just had to do something about it, 
she realized, and soon otherwise she would end up having no relationship 
with her husband at all! Her marriage and her child, beautiful little Judy, 
were too important to her to let that happen! 

Marsha continued to lie staring into the dark for some time, and then 
troubled by her thoughts and a growing awareness of a certain nervousness in 
her body, she got up and switched on the light. Donning her yellow robe, she 
decided she would try to read something. She went to the small bookshelf 
that usually remained untouched in the corner of the bedroom. How long had 
it been since she'd read a book? 

She rummaged through the books, unable to decide what to read . . . what she 
really wanted was something light and entertaining, like television . . . 
something that would soothe her, and make her able to sleep. What she found 
was something she had never seen before . . . an odd-looking paperback that 
looked quite old, and for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, very 
interesting. She took it out and rifled through the pages, and realized 
after a few seconds that it was an adult book! What was it doing in her 
house? Obviously Dennis had brought it in and had hidden it in the 
bookshelf. The idea that he would read such things!! 

Indignantly she flung herself down into the chair opposite the bed, and 
began to thumb casually through the pages. Before many moments had passed, 
she had calmed down somewhat. Actually, the book wasn't that bad at all. It 
was about a young woman who had problems that were somewhat similar to hers, 
in fact! She recalled the advice of the ladies' magazine she'd read and 
tried to keep an open mind. So what if the novel was a little spicy in 
places! She was an adult and should be able to read whatever she wanted to, 
shouldn't she? After a while, she was actually enjoying the book. She had 
gone back to the beginning, having gotten interested in the plot, and was 
reading it from the start. 

"Robert slowly and teasingly undid the buttons at the front of her dress and 
put his hands inside," she read. "He could feel her trembling slightly, and 
when he touched her, she uttered a low groan." Marsha scooted down a bit 
further in the chair and turned the page. Her own breasts felt so full! She 
loosened her robe a bit and read on. 

"He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the smoothly rounded orbs 
were freed to his fervent touch." Marsha felt a little out of breath just 
reading about such things! She wished that Dennis would come home soon . . . 
perhaps she would even be the one to initiate the lovemaking tonight! 
Impatiently, she turned a few pages ahead and read, "What he was doing hurt 
Connie briefly from time to time, but then he would do something else that 
would completely unsettle her so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. 
She had heard of people who could cum like that just by having their breasts 
sucked!" 

Marsha's own well-manicured fingers slipped almost unconsciously within the 
opening at the top of her robe and tentatively, she searched for her 
tingling nipples. She felt a slowly growing arousal by what she was reading, 
and as her fingers encompassed the tip of her erect nipple, she rolled it 
about between thumb and forefinger for a few minutes, breathing heavily, as 
a delicious sensation spread from the rigid little protrusions outward to 
the large warm globes of flesh, and then downward toward her moistened lower 
belly. She turned another page and started reading in the middle, "She 
screwed herself down so that his fingers could push far far up into her 
satiny vagina, squealing when he reached the raging sensitivity of her 
cervix. She kicked off her shoes . . . " Marsha knew that she couldn't 
continue to sit there like that. It was impossible. Jumping up, she glanced 
at her wrist-watch and decided that Dennis wouldn't be home for hours. 
Perhaps if she lay down a few minutes, this overheated feeling would go 
away. But she took the book in with her. She hadn't really admitted to 
herself what she was going to do . . . but as she removed her robe and then 
her nightgown, she felt a wonderful dreamy kind of mood take hold of her. 
This was an unfamiliar ritual to her, but one which came easily. Picking up 
the book again with one hand, she read a random selection, while her other 
hand began to explore the nakedly smooth territory of her hips and thighs. 

" 'Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it baby,' he whispered, slipping his hand 
up still further into the pulsating warmth of her vaginal canal. She arched 
herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina sent a shock wave of 
pleasure up into her belly . . . a pleasure so great that all of her inner 
cunt muscles contracted violently . . . " 

Slowly, Marsha's hand had found the soft folds of flesh lost within the now 
moistened little curls of her pubic hair. Her middle finger sought out the 
throbbing little bud of her clitoris. There, it lingered slipping back and 
forth with a delightful friction over the tiny trembling organ. Her heart 
was beating wildly, as she gently put the book down on the bed beside her 
and parted her legs a little bit more. She sighed as the wonderful feeling 
rushed up through her softly quivering vaginal mound sweeping her entire 
body with a sensation of acute desire. Little low moans came from her lips 
as she closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her own fingers. Pressure 
built in her loins as the tension mounted and her fingers agilely moved 
within the soft, impatiently waiting tissues of her pussy. Soon she was 
using both hands, and furiously her ten fingers moved up and down, back and 
forth . . . two of them entering and teasing hotly at her tight sheathed 
vagina. The softly yielding walls of her cunt grew hotter still as she 
groaned and twisted her body back and forth raising and lowering her 
luscious rounded hips to meet her own demands. Tongue flicking out to lick 
the corner of her wide open mouth, she sucked in her breath as she thought 
of the girl in the book and her trembling loins seemed about to reach the 
breaking point. She expelled her breath harshly and slowed her finger 
fucking a bit, then began again, letting the pressure mount bit by bit. Her 
full rounded breasts danced upon her writhing chest, as on and on she went, 
until suddenly and without warning her orgasm began, bursting forward like a 
dammed-up mountain stream, flooding her with shattering emotion, ripping 
hotly rising spasms of pleasure throughout her straining body. 

Finally she lay back, exhausted, her lust satisfied in some small measure, 
but as she drifted into a deep sleep she found herself once more wishing 
that Dennis would come home shortly. 

* * * 

Next door, in his bedroom, Tom slept soundly for the first time since he had 
come to his daughter's home. He had taken two sleeping pills, which he knew 
would knock him out immediately, thus preventing him from hearing any 
further sounds from Dennis and Marsha's room, as well as protecting him from 
the temptation of his granddaughter Judy's coming to his door. He had double 
locked it, just to be sure, and then hidden under the covers, feeling a 
little like a criminal in hiding. But he knew that he was hiding more from 
himself than from anyone else! 

Judy knocked softly at her grandfather's door a little past midnight. But 
when there was no answer, and trying the door she found it locked, she 
returned hastily to her room, afraid she might be caught in the hall by her 
father returning home late that night, or that her mother might overhear her 
knocking. 

Once back in her room, she once more lay trembling naked upon her bed, 
letting her body recreate the wonder it had felt earlier. All she had to do 
was think about it and it was almost as good as having it happen again. 

What else, she wondered, could she get Grandpop to do to her? What other 
wonderful things did he know about? With her own inexpert fingers, she 
tentatively explored the path already traced by his lasciviously exciting 
fingers, moving along her small white body with slow and exacting touches, 
relearning her small pink breasts, her young slender thighs, her sprouting 
pubic mound, the inner cleft of her little cunt. It was all new . . . all 
changed now that Grandpop had touched her down there! And God, how she loved 
it! 

 CHAPTER 5 

Tom returned to the house late, as he had for the past few days, staying out 
until he knew that his daughter Marsha would be home and that he would have 
no time at all alone with little Judy. The first day he had tried to go job 
hunting, but had been given the runaround so many times that he spent the 
second day in a bar . . . and the third and the fourth. Normally, he wasn't 
much of a drinker, but the dark soothing atmosphere of the tavern he found 
not too far from his daughter's house, was so consoling and so pleasant, 
that he was usually nicely looped by the time he got back. He had even 
gotten on pretty friendly terms with Toby, the bartender, and as he 
approached the house this evening, Tom was thinking about something the man 
had said.. . . "I've seen 'em come and go. You know this place gets to be a 
kind of home away from home for a lot of guys! Take you, for example.. . now 
you don't look the type, if you'll pardon my saying so, but I know you've 
got some kind of big problem . . . right? I mean, other than the job bit.. . 
right? You get to be a kind of psychologist, the longer you stand behind a 
bar, the more you know!" 

Tom had gotten pretty nervous, for a moment, supposing that Toby might be 
able to guess the nature of his problem! But that was ridiculous, he told 
himself, and he just downed his last drink for the day, smiled at Toby and 
told him, yes, he guessed he was right.. . and that he'd see him tomorrow. 

"See him tomorrow!" Tom thought climbing the front steps. "Am I turning into 
some kind of barfly?" 

He could see that he was really late today . . . Dennis was already home, 
and he could smell dinner being prepared in the kitchen as he let himself 
in. Usually he tried to go right to his room, he hadn't eaten a meal with 
the family since that day with Judy, and he had his sleeping pills to get 
him through the nights. But now as he tried to slip down the corridor 
unnoticed, he heard Dennis call his name. 

"Hey . . . Tom . . . come on out and have a drink . . . dinner's gonna be 
real special tonight, you wouldn't want to miss it!" Dennis looked after the 
older man, and stood waiting for him to come into the living room. 

"God, he looks a wreck!" Dennis thought. "He can't have been looking for a 
job like that! And I could swear he's been drinking!" 

Tom realized that he would have to face them that night if he wanted any 
peace at all. Gathering up what courage he had, he accepted Dennis's offer 
of a drink, and soon the two men were in the midst of a conversation about 
politics, while Marsha busied herself in the kitchen. 

"They say it's not a recession, though," Dennis said. 

"Well, I'd like to know what 'they' call it if it's not!" Tom replied 
indignantly, gulping down the gin and tonic with a loud noise. God, he 
thought, if anybody was qualified to talk about the recession, he was and 
not this oaf of a son-in-law of his! 

Just then Judy popped her head in the door. 

"Grandpop!" she squealed, making Tom almost drop his glass. "Oh . . . you're 
going to have dinner with us tonight, aren't you!! ? ? " she bounced into 
the room, and kissed Tom on the cheek, giving him a knowing look that made 
him feel like going through the floor. What if her father should find out? 
Or her mother for that matter? 

Dinner was a nightmare, and although Tom could tell that for some reason, 
Marsha had gone out of her way to prepare a special menu, he couldn't bring 
himself to eat very much of it. 

"It's a French recipe!" Marsha said, carefully spooning the cream sauce 
across the thick chunks of veal that she had put on everyone's plate. 
"Blanquette de Veau," Marsha continued. 

Underneath the table, the point of Judy's toe reached out across to her 
grandfather's leg. By slipping down a little in her chair, she could just 
manage to touch it, being careful of course not to encounter either of her 
parents' legs. She was aware of what she was up to, having thought 
everything out quite carefully. It would be considered "bad" if anyone else 
knew about it, she knew, but as far as she was concerned, anything that felt 
that good, couldn't be all bad! 

It was another one of those adult conspiracies, she was sure, and she 
intended to use Grandpop . . . the only adult who had ever broken through 
the barrier of lies and silence to meet her as one person to another, flesh 
to flesh . . . to further what she considered her real education. That stuff 
they taught in school, she had decided long ago, had very little relation to 
real life. 

Tom felt his face growing purplish, and to try and hide his acute 
discomfort, he downed more and more of the heady white wine Marsha had 
served with the dinner. Across from him, he could tell that Dennis was 
eyeing him suspiciously. 

In spite of Marsha's efforts to keep up a conversation, it was hard going, 
and there were long silences, during which both Tom and Dennis gulped down 
their wine. 

Dennis got up to get another bottle. He hated these special dinners that 
Marsha prepared every now and then . . . always something with a imagine 
name that he was supposed to oh and ah over. Even though he always enjoyed 
them, he didn't like to admit it, and now for some reason he couldn't quite 
figure out, he was really pissed off. Something about his father-in-law 
acting so peculiar, and little Judy too, was acting like she had something 
up her sleeve. He didn't like it! What's more, Marsha too, had been acting 
strangely for a few days now . . . acting what his father before him would 
have called "uppity" . . . he couldn't quite put his finger on it.. .but she 
was acting as though what he said or did wasn't so important any more. 
Whereas he was used to her jumping at his every word, she had notably 
refused to do so . . . but what was most interesting was that in bed, she no 
longer acted as though she was afraid of him. He knew it was silly for him, 
since he'd been the one trying to get her to loosen up . . . but now that it 
seemed to be happening, he was very suspicious of it! How would it change 
his life . . . and what was going through that head of hers anyway? As the 
meal progressed at what seemed to all concerned a snail's pace, only Judy 
remained vivacious, and finally everyone was listening with half an ear to 
her chatter, while thinking their own dark thoughts. 

Marsha accepted another glass of the new bottle of wine. She might as well 
get some enjoyment from this ghastly meal, she thought. Dennis hadn't once 
said he thought it was good. She could only suppose that he hated it.. . and 
after she had slaved away at it for hours . . . trying to time everything so 
that it came out just right.. . the asparagus, the puree of potatoes, the 
salad, the veal . . . the garlic bread . . . and now it just didn't seem to 
matter at all. Her father was just moving food around on his plate like a 
child . . . and although little Judy was eating, she wasn't the one Marsha 
had hoped to impress with this dinner! 

It was just the way they'd told it at that Woman's Liberation meeting she'd 
gone to with Sally Hampton, one of the neighbors. Sally had had to persuade 
her to go, telling her it would be fun. She herself had gone a couple of 
times she told Marsha, and never failed to come away exhilarated even though 
she didn't fully believe in everything that was said. Marsha had felt the 
same way . . . a lot of the women there had truly shocked her, but there was 
certainly more than a grain of truth in what they were saying. 

She angrily speared a large piece of meat and gulped it down with a bit of 
wine. 

From the size of his bulging cock, Tom was almost sure that it should be 
visible even through the table. By the time dessert had come, he was in such 
a state that he hardly knew what was going on. The wine was making his head 
spin, and although he had moved his chair back from the table to escape his 
granddaughter's teasing little toes, she had now taken to rolling her tongue 
across her glistening lips every time her parents were looking the other way 
and she was sure Tom was looking at her. 

"You'll have to excuse me, folks.. . " Tom muttered, pushing back abruptly 
from the table. "I'm afraid all this wine is a bit too much for an old man.. 
. . " 

"I'll bet!" Dennis thought to himself as he poured himself another glass. 

"But you're not old, Grandpop!" Judy piped up. "Is he Mom?" 

"Certainly not, dear," Marsha said, glancing at her father with a worried 
look. 

* * * 

Tom lay on his bed, his head spinning so much that he could neither fall 
asleep or get up. His system was trying to absorb the alcohol he had drunk, 
but was making slow work of it all the same. He was unable to get up to get 
the lifesaving sleeping pills that had enabled him to ignore the temptations 
around him for the past few nights, and now his loins throbbed unbearably as 
flashes of his previous encounter with his young granddaughter rushed 
through his befuddled brain. When Judy's knock came upon the door, it seemed 
to vibrate throughout the entire room. It sounded as though she was pounding 
on it with a hammer. Tom had no idea how long it had been since dinner, and 
was beyond caring. The knock sounded again, lightly, tantalizingly, 
tauntingly. He knew he had to answer it. Stumbling up out of bed, he felt 
his way over to the door. After fumbling with the latch, he opened it and 
saw her standing there. The next thing he knew, she was in the room behind 
him and he was fumbling once more with the lock. 

"Hi! Grandpop!" Judy whispered breathlessly. She was wearing her pink hot 
pants and a big shaggy sweater, at the center of which the two little points 
of her budding breasts protruded saucily. 

Tom stared at his granddaughter bleary-eyed, seeing a double image until he 
could focus on her young figure. He hurried back to the edge of the bed and 
sat down. A feeling of doom spread over him like a blanket of dark clouds. 
There she was. His own daughter's little girl, his granddaughter, that sweet 
young thing who had not so long ago been royally finger-fucked by him in her 
own living room. It seemed as though he could still feel the slippery 
consistency of her tiny cunt clenching warmly around his fingers as he gazed 
at her now. 

Judy jutted her chest out, trying her best to make herself appear attractive 
to her grandfather. Unaccountably, she felt extremely nervous now that she 
had finally gained entrance to his room. He looked so strange sitting there, 
as though he were about to be sick, and something told her that perhaps she 
ought to leave. 

"I . . . uh . . . wanted to . . . talk to you . . . about the other day, 
Grandpop.. . . " she stammered out in a timid weak voice. 

Tom felt a new wave of dizziness breaking over him at the sound of her 
voice. 

"Oh, God, Judy . . . get out.. . just get out!" he pleaded with the 
twelve-year-old girl. 

The order to leave made Judy even more determined to stay. She decided that 
she would be more than able to handle anything that might happen, at least 
she hoped so. 

"Sweetheart," Tom gulped, trying by shaking his head, to become sober. 
"You've got to go . . . you've just got to go.. . " 

"But I won't go!" Judy blurted out angrily, tears springing to her eyes. 
"And you can't make me go! Don't you think I'm sexy anymore?" 

Suddenly she began to remove her sweater. Tom saw her pulling at it and 
tried to make a move to stop her, but found he was unable to. He watched 
her, sucking in his breath as chills rippled up and down his back. He felt 
the alcohol thumping through his veins like heavy lead and an ache welled up 
inside of him as the soft pink flesh of his young granddaughter came into 
view. His thick rock-hard penis lunged upward, its enormity pressing 
urgently up against the coarse material of his penis. There was a funny 
taste in the back of his mouth that told him that it was really going to 
happen. Judy's fingernails were running along the untouched surface of her 
pubescent breasts. 

Naked to the waist, she faced herself in the mirror, her back to her 
grandfather as if to reassure herself of her newfound physical beauty. She 
could see him behind her in the mirror, and noting the change in his 
expression, she decided that she might as well go all the way with her 
clothes and began to slip off her skintight shorts. Before she had gotten 
them halfway off, exposing the upper portion of her firm, white young 
buttocks to Tom's avid gaze, she saw him lurch toward her and in a moment he 
had her by the waist. 

His mouth came down much too hard on hers. She felt her lips being forcibly 
separated, and her neck felt like it was breaking from being pushed 
backwards so far. He was clasping her tightly to his chest and they were 
falling to the floor. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth so that she could 
hardly breathe. A terrible fear swept over her as she realized that she was 
no longer in control of the situation. Grandpop was like a complete stranger 
to her. She had never dreamed that he could be this way. Harsh, grumbling 
sounds came from his throat as his hands rushed all over her trembling body. 
She felt him pinching her bottom, her thighs and her breasts while he panted 
heavily into her mouth. And then he was roughly tearing off her shorts the 
rest of the way, ripping the flimsy fabric with a terrible noise. 

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg . . . " she groaned, trying to push him away as best 
she could. But Tom held fast. Judy had ho time to think at all before she 
felt herself lying flat on her back with her grandfather hovering over her 
nakedly trembling body. She tried to catch her breath, and she might have 
screamed, so fearful was his expression, but his hungrily probing mouth 
never left hers for a moment. And then below she felt a cool rush of air 
across her virginal young pussy lips as her thighs were suddenly spread 
effortlessly apart. 

"Nooooo . . . no . . . oh, noooooooo.. . " she mumbled into the older man's 
mouth. Her entire body was trembling and she wanted desperately to get away. 
She thought she would give anything not to have entered her grandfather's 
room such a short time ago. 

Tom's hands on her were hot and rough and the little girl clawed out in a 
nightmare of sudden fear. But he was too strong for her and after a few 
moments, she lay silently beneath him, panting softly. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, you hot little tease?" he hissed, one hand 
massaging her left breast insistently, fondling harder and harder until the 
tiny bud of her nipple was swollen and completely erect. 

His other hand slid down along her thigh, and approached the thinly 
scattered fuzz of her pubic mound. Then they dipped into the small, warmly 
moistened slit, impatiently flicking at the delicate membranes inside, 
unmindful of Judy's wildly twitching thighs and her small whimpering pleas 
that he stop. His hand felt awful down there, not at all the way it had the 
other day. This time it was as terrible as it had been good then! She felt 
utterly helpless, her naked genitals invaded by a stranger who had once been 
her grandfather ! 

Tom was no longer in control of himself . . . in fact, he had convinced 
himself that he wasn't even Tom Lansing anymore . . . he was someone else . 
. . anyone, and this hot little bitch had egged him on . . . had asked him, 
had made him do this and he was only a man after all! 

He repeated this phrase over and over, as his middle finger squirmed its way 
upward into the thin vaginal opening beneath the thin pearly lips of Judy's 
virgin cunt. 

"Only a man . . . ONLY A MAN!" he murmured, jiggling the thickness of his 
middle finger into the darkness of the unexplored area. 

"OH, JESUS, ONLY A MAN!" he cried, feeling his finger sink deeper and 
deeper. His tongue washed over his granddaughter's helplessly gasping mouth, 
wetting her face with his saliva, and his wildly throbbing cock begged to be 
released from his pants. 

"Almost hairless.. . " he whispered hoarsely. "So tight!" he said 
wonderingly. 

Judy felt a new kind of fear at the tone of his voice. He seemed calmer, but 
that calm carried much more determination in it than his former frenzy. 

"Grandpop! Grandpop! PLEASE!" she pleaded. "PLEASE!" 

There was suddenly a noise that they both heard at the same time. It came 
from the next room. Tom, drunk as he was, felt all at once cold sober, and 
yet his lust had not diminished one bit. Judy recognized the voice she 
heard, and at first thought of calling for help, but then almost instantly 
thought better of it. 

"I SAID STRIP OFF THOSE PANTIES!" her father's voice commanded harshly. It 
was amazing how clearly she could hear him, there in what used to be the 
spare room. Her own bedroom was in another section of the house, and she had 
never known the walls were so thin in this room! 

"Dennis NO! I SAID NO! I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS NONSENSE FROM YOU! 
THIS IS NOT THE MIDDLE AGES!" her mother cried out. 

A drop of her grandfather's sweat fell upon her face as she lay there on the 
floor beneath him, and she could see that he was listening intently. In her 
helplessly impaled vagina, Tom's middle finger gave a nervous jump, and in 
the next room, Judy's father said, "I DON'T CARE . . . I SAID GET THOSE 
PANTIES OFF DOUBLE QUICK . . . AND THAT BRA TOO OR I'LL BEAT YOUR PROUD 
LITTLE BUTT SILLY!" 

 CHAPTER 6 

Dennis could feel himself getting angrier by the minute. What his wife had 
told him in the living room had made him absolutely furious. He had finally 
asked her what she'd been acting so smug about the last few days, and she 
having also had her share of wine, had told him about the Women's Lib 
meeting. That had done it! Since little Judy had already been sent off to 
bed, Dennis felt free to tell Marsha exactly what he thought of that! 

"Lesbians!" he shouted, "All of them . . . I forbid you to go to another one 
. . . next thing I know . . . " 

"First of all.. . " Marsha interrupted, feeling her anger mount, "they are 
not all lesbians . . . and even if they were that would in no way deter the 
truth of how men have been undermining women for centuries! And secondly . . 
. you can't forbid me to do anything! I'll do what I want . . . I'm not your 
slave, much as you think lam!" 

At first she had planned to slam out the door, but then realizing that she 
really didn't feel like going out, she decided to go to bed. He wasn't going 
to run her out of her own house, for heavens sake! 

But he had followed her into the bedroom, and now there he was shouting 
those obscene things at her. For the first time it occurred to her that his 
booming voice might be heard in her father's room. The same old feeling came 
over her, much as she tried to stop it.. . to simply tell him no, to walk 
out, fight her way out if necessary . . . to stand up to him at all costs! 

"I said off!" he repeated, his face distorted by rage. He had caught her in 
the midst of undressing, and when she'd heard him come in she'd tried to get 
to the bathroom to continue, but he wanted her there . . . wanted to see 
those panties coming down over voluptuous young ass! 

He watched with a satisfied smirk as his beautiful blonde wife hooked her 
thumbs in the elastic of her pink panties, and with a little jerky, 
trembling motion, pulled them slowly down. The soft roundness of her stomach 
appeared as the material rolled downward from her navel, and then the little 
line of silk hairs that went down to the larger thatch of gold that was her 
hidden pussy. For some reason that he wasn't quite sure of, he shouted out 
another command. 

"Turn around . . . let me see your ass!" 

Marsha found herself turning around as he requested, her eyes focusing on 
the wall that separated her bedroom from her father's. She felt confused and 
flushed as the panties slipped down around her legs. It seemed that she 
could feel his eyes on her buttocks, and the skin back there felt hot and 
tingly, as though he were burning holes in it with his eyes! 

"My God, what am I doing?" she thought, but she continued to obediently 
stand there, with her back to him, and when he asked again, reached up to 
unclasp the catch of her bra. She felt the heavy weight of her breasts as 
they were released from the enclosing brassiere cups, and shivered. He was 
still looking at her and hadn't said anything for some moments. What was he 
thinking . . . what diabolical thing was he planning? she wondered. 

A feeling of mortification came over her as she visualized how she must look 
to him, and she wondered what her father was doing in the next room. He was 
probably sleeping peacefully, she thought, unmindful of his daughter's 
shame! She wanted to cry, but was trying hard not to . . . at least she 
wouldn't give him that satisfaction. After all, if she just did what he 
wanted, it would all be over in a short while, and he would think he had 
conquered her, when in reality he would have had nothing! She decided to go 
along with him . . . why not? she thought, trying to invoke her new 
attitude. Just because he had control of her body was no reason to think 
that he controlled her mind! 

"Get on the bed . . . and kneel up face down!" 

Judy stared up at her grandfather next door. His weight upon her had 
lessened slightly, but she still felt very uncomfortable beneath him. All of 
this was forgotten, however, in the shock of hearing her father's voice 
seemingly so close, and obviously talking to her mother! 

"Mom and Dad!" she whispered hoarsely. 

"Marsha!" Tom gasped. He looked down at the little girl beneath him, 
horrified at what he was doing. Leaping up, he staggered to the bed and lay 
down just before his dizziness felled him. Stunned, Judy remained on the 
floor for a long while. 

"No!" Marsha cried, straining to get away from her husband's strong grip on 
her waist. "What are you going to do?" The soft white cheeks of her buttocks 
were forced apart by her humiliating kneeling position, as Dennis held her 
from behind. He had undressed, and the thick staff of his cock touched 
against the delicate flesh as she squirmed in vain resistance beneath his 
hands. It only made him more determined. He had actually wanted to do this 
for a long while, and tonight seemed the perfect opportunity! 

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass . . . you and the Women's Lib!" 

"Nooooooooooooo! Oh God, noooo!" Marsha screamed, panic rising inside her. 
She had thought she could take anything he dished out, but that.. . no! 

Dennis muttered to himself while examining the magnificence of his wife's 
smooth white buttocks. It had such a perfect shape he thought.. . not too 
big or too small . . . she was what he called "high-assed" with long, long 
legs and slender hips, and a bottom that did all the right things when she 
walked. Touching each side of her ripe twin cheeks, he pressed his thumbs 
into the soft flesh, spreading the long thin crevice open and lowering his 
head so that he could see up inside. Then, controlling her position with the 
sheer strength and determination of his powerful hands, he brought her 
backwards toward him, and eased the tip of his finger into the tiny puckered 
brown opening that came into view. 

Marsha whimpered, and began to cry in earnest, as the finger made slow, 
painful headway into the depths of her unused opening. It entered with 
difficulty to the first joint, and then abruptly to the second. 

"Dennis . . . you're hurting me . . . Oh God, you can't do this to me . . . 
STOP!" 

In the adjoining room, Judy lay quivering with fright upon the rug of her 
grandfather's room, while he lay a short distance away upon the bed, covered 
with sweat. Both of them were breathing the shallow breath of persons in 
shock.. . both of them were listening. 

Dennis rotated his finger back and forth in the dark, rubbery feeling 
interior of his wife's rectum, unmindful of her indignant groans, watching 
the curious way the skin of her rectum clung to his finger as it withdrew. 
Dennis felt his cock growing maddeningly hard! He had to get on with it. He 
felt overwhelmingly stimulated by the sight of his dignified young wife, 
Tom's daughter, in such a humiliating position, and he wondered what it 
would be like once his cock was locked tight up inside her asshole! 

Without warning, he removed his finger and pressed the round bulb of his 
cock-head to the lips of her tiny puckered anus. Man! He was really going to 
enjoy this! 

Marsha felt the thickness of his penis spreading her ass cheeks. The huge 
throbbing head of her husband's cock felt ghastly to her, as though someone 
had placed a foreign object there, a foreign object that nevertheless was 
warm and smooth like spongy rubber! 

"OH GOD NO!" she moaned, and then felt her face being pushed roughly forward 
into the pillows on the bed, as Dennis strained hard against her helplessly 
upraised behind. 

"NNNNNNNNNNNGH! UAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The virgin sphincter of her rectum 
gave way bit by bit under the pressure of his invading rod, and then with a 
quick little farting noise it popped open, admitting the head of Dennis's 
lust-hardened rod into the straining entranceway of her anus. 

"AAAAAAAARGH!" Marsha writhed in helpless pain, her backside filled with 
searing pain, her mind whirling with horrible thoughts of revenge. How could 
he treat her like this . . . how dare he ? ? 

But there was no time for further thought, for Dennis, encouraged by the 
headway his inflated penis was making decided to really pour it to her. 

"No sense dragging it out!" he cried, throwing himself forward so that his 
penis sped forward, ramming all the way up into the tight dark passage, 
pushing the ripe inner flesh effortlessly ahead of it until suddenly with a 
buttock-flattening stop, it had plunged as far as it could go. 

"EEEEEEEEE AAaaaaaaah!" the blunt torpedo-like instrument lay imbedded all 
the way up in her bowels, like a searing hot poker! The pain was terrible. 
She didn't know which way to turn to free herself of it. It seemed to fill 
her insides, to spread like a brush fire to every bit of her, so that she 
could practically taste its essence even up in her mouth. It felt like she 
was being mortally wounded as her insides wildly contracted and expanded 
around her husband's grotesquely impaling cock. 

She wondered if she would ever be the same again back there . . . probably 
not, she thought hazily between long drawn out sobs. She realized that 
nothing she could say or do . . . no amount of pleading would make him stop, 
and the knowledge made her attempt to bear up under what she considered the 
worst possible humiliation. It occurred to her again that perhaps by 
steeling herself and cooperating with him, she might swiftly end the entire 
thing. 

With a superhuman effort, she opened her mouth wide and ground her 
wide-split buttocks back toward his advancing cock, back into the pain 
instead of away from it and to her surprise, after first thinking she was 
going to black out, she felt a distinct lessening of her torment. Just by 
relaxing her muscles slightly she had alleviated some of the pain! 

Dennis grunted, and sensing a difference in his wife's attitude, began to 
call out her name, to encourage her as one encourages a horse in the midst 
of a race. 

"Come on, honey! Come on! Fuck back . . . Fuck back!" He plowed into her 
unmercifully now, filling the room with the lewd sound of his enjoyment. It 
felt so good! Far better than he had expected even. It had been a long time 
since he had taken a woman this way, and now, the unexpected pleasure of 
feeling his wife's lewdly squirming ass thrusting back onto his advancing 
penis while he knelt further and further up into her, forging far into her 
still tight, but now unresisting rectum . . . was making him giddy! 

"It's good, ain't it, hon!" he cried, "Ain't it?" 

Marsha continued to twist her hips backward in a funny spiraling kind of 
motion. She bit her lip until blood came, grunting and moaning with the 
pain, feverishly praying that he would soon cum . . . that she would be 
allowed to rest! But the more she tried to make him reach a climax, the 
longer Dennis seemed able to hold out. It was unbelievable.. .as though it 
would go on forever! 

With a whimper, Judy jumped up from the floor and ran toward her 
grandfather's bed. The wild fleshy smacking noises and animal grunts from 
the next room were deafening now and it was absolutely terrifying! With one 
motion, she leapt up on the bed and huddled her naked young body against 
him. 

"OH GRANDPOP!" she cried, "OH, LISTEN TO WHAT DADDY'S DOING TO MOTHER!" 

Tom put his arm around his little granddaughter, and tried to turn his head 
so she wouldn't see his tears. 

"YOU'RE REALLY DIGGIN' IT NOW AREN'T YOU?" Judy's father's voice expanded 
through the wall. "OH WHAT A GROOVY, HAIRLESS LITTLE ASSHOLE!" 

Judy and her grandfather lay trembling together, each one receiving the 
assault of words in a different manner, but each one being profoundly 
affected by it, and understanding that somehow together, they could weather 
the attack! 

It was when they heard Marsha cry out in a completely different tone that it 
happened. 

"OH!. . . OH GOD DENNIS!" she called. Something very peculiar had happened, 
and it had caught her completely unaware. While pretending to enjoy the 
obscene sodomizing she was being subjected to, a certain measure of pleasure 
had crept in! Dennis had grabbed hold of her breasts from underneath, and 
with each forward motion was manipulating them in a way that she could not 
resist. IT WAS DELICIOUS! It made those funny little thrills slide down her 
belly toward her all-but-ignored blond pussy, and then the next time 
Dennis's heavy hanging testicles slapped down against her naked and 
vulnerable vagina, she had felt the thrill leap upward to her inhumanly 
plugged rectum! A wash of excitement suddenly obliterated most of the pain, 
and she waited breathlessly for it to happen again. 

"OH! OH GOD DENNIS!" she said in spite of herself, "OH GOD . . . IT . . . 
IT'S GOOD!" 

While Judy lay in her grandfather's protecting arms, she felt something 
happen inside her! The shock of hearing her mother and father making love in 
such a strange and bestial way was giving way to a mounting excitement! She 
shuddered suddenly, and felt Tom's fingers clasp and unclasp nervously 
around her waist. She remembered the horror of what had almost happened 
between them on the floor . . . how afraid she had first entered her 
grandfather's room, returned, and that, coupled with the sound of her own 
mother's shameless cries of sexual delight gave her a new strength and a new 
determination! 

Why should grown-ups be the only ones to have that kind of fun and 
excitement? ? she thought covering her grandfather's hands with hers. Why, 
especially, should Mom have all the fun! ? 

Tom knew from the way his thick cock was twitching and jerking that he would 
have to do something about it soon! Desire filled him, pushing out all other 
thoughts. In his arms, Judy had begun to press her small adolescently naked 
body up against his. Twelve years old! he thought.. . she's only twelve! But 
she was moving his hand's now, moving them down along her slender waist, 
over her belly . . . down to the little golden fuzzed pussy he had fondled 
so well the other day . . . down the tight little baby cunt he had almost 
raped a moment ago! 

Next door, the headboard of the bed had begun to slam against the opposite 
wall. Thump! Thump! and then a pause, and then, Thump! again. 

"MMNNNNNNNGHGHGH!" Marsha moaned, "OOOoooooh honey!! ! ! Ass fuck me . . . 
ass fuck me good!! ! " 

"HUMP BACK BITCH! HUMP BACK!" Dennis cried. 

"Please, Grandpop!" Judy whispered, "PLEASE!" 

Tom could take no more. Hurriedly, he extricated himself from his 
granddaughter's hold, and then he rapidly took off his clothes while Judy 
lay there watching him. 

As his shorts went flying across the room, Judy saw for the first time, his 
enormous blood-filled penis. 

"GRANDPOP!" she said, "BUT IT'S SO . . . BIG!" 

This fact could no longer deter Tom from his goal, and he lay back upon the 
bed his eyes glazed from lust and alcohol, his cock hard and heavy as he 
pulled the little girl's creamy nakedness toward him. He was gentle now, as 
he wound his fingers down among the silky little hairs of her tiny pussy, 
gentle as he slowly worked his fingers up into the little mouth of her cunt! 
His granddaughter let herself go after a tense moment of uncertainty, and 
closing her eyes, she lay back to let what would happen, happen. Soon, she 
was moaning and spreading her long, still-child-like legs. Her pale body 
squirmed tentatively at first, and then with impatience as the fingers 
insinuated themselves higher and higher inside her virgin young pussy 
stretching her wide for the greater entry to come. First one finger . . . 
then two . . . then three! The discomfort passed quickly as Tom's thumb 
skillfully manipulated her swollen little clitoris. 

"OOOoooooh . . . oh, Grandpop!" she moaned, while next door, her mother 
arched her back so that her buttocks were raised higher to the strange new 
fucking she was getting. 

Oh God, Marsha thought through her passion-fogged brain, how could she ever 
have known that such a wicked thing could feel so good! In her joy at what 
seemed a miraculous release from pain, she remembered what the women's 
magazine had said about enjoying sex . . . and then remembered what one 
woman at the Women's Lib meeting had said about "using your husband for your 
own pleasure . . . getting the most out of what he has to offer!" It was 
mostly a matter of attitude, she had suggested, but the object was to make 
him the instrument . . . not you! 

Marsha felt herself start to cum as soon as she thought about this. Dennis's 
lustfully driving cock was serving her so well! she thought.. . So well! And 
something about the fact that she was being used in such a humiliating 
position, and he was thinking he had the better of her . . . while all along 
she was having the time of her life . . . made her feel a new and more 
intense exhilaration. 

"OH YES, FUCK ME . . . FUCK MY BUTT GOOD!" she cried. And in that instant, 
she even hoped that her father in the next room might hear her! After all he 
was the one who had made her so afraid about sex for most of her life! Let 
him know now that she was having a ball! She felt wild . . . blatantly 
whorish for the first time in her life! 

"Oh . . . my baby . . . my baby!" Tom moaned, as one hand smoothed over his 
granddaughter's young quivering breasts and the other filled her little 
pussy with easy sliding motions, strong and hard, but with a fundamental 
gentleness that spared the little girl any pain. 

He hardly knew whether his excitement was referring to his daughter being 
taken anally in the next room, or to his granddaughter, who lay in a state 
of complete arousal beside him. 

Judy let her hand fall to the massive cock that sprang from her 
grandfather's loins. His well-developed body touched hers at the chest and 
at the thighs as they lay side by side. Their legs intermingled, and Judy 
held the thickness of his penis in her palm. She had no idea that men grew 
that big . . . but it didn't matter really . . . she wanted to feel it 
inside her tingling unused pussy. 

"Please!" she urged again. Then, "Please . . . do it to me, Grandpop . . . I 
want you to!" 

Slipping his fingers from the smooth wet walls of her heated little pussy, 
Tom kneeled up on the bed, sliding between Judy's widespread legs. He looked 
down lovingly at her face and saw her mother . . . his own little girl in 
those fresh young features. A memory returned to him of one night long ago 
when his Marsha had been around Judy's age, and he had come home early one 
day and found her in the living room on the sofa playing with herself. He 
had walked in and shouting at her had forced her to continue while he 
watched. He had called her terrible names . . . a little slut was one of 
them and when the awful performance was finished and little Marsha lay 
sobbing with shame on the sofa, he had stalked out, announcing that she 
would go to boarding school the following term. With a sick feeling, Tom 
remembered that and how he had gone into the bathroom and masturbated 
afterward, the vision of his young daughter's innocent loins fresh in his 
mind! 

Dizzy, he hung over Judy, pushing away the strange recollection. His heavy 
cock bobbed in midair and the whole world was suspended a moment. Then he 
was crushing down onto his granddaughter's body, slipping his tongue into 
her waiting mouth, feeling her slight nakedness squirm beneath his weight. 
Her arms hugged around his back as she lifted herself up to meet him, her 
belly pressing against his rock-hard spear. Sliding down, Tom moved the tip 
of his penis so that it spread the small slit of her now passion-drenched 
pussy, rubbing up and down along it, spreading the fuzz-lined baby lips 
apart with each stroke. 

He could feel her cumming against the tip of his cock. Her little clitoris 
giving way to the incredible friction, and just then her hips jerked upward, 
and giving it his all, Tom rammed forward, centering his cock right at the 
tiny entrance to her pussy mouth. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh, stop, stop!! ! ! " Judy cried out, gasping at the 
pain. But Tom did not stop. He had managed to enter her partway, and 
sweating bullets, he was bent on getting all the way in. His granddaughter's 
head flew back and forth as she tried to tell him NO, NO, NO! but it didn't 
matter. 

Next door, her cries were lost in the general confusion as Judy's mother 
milked her husband's cock with her hotly clenching rectum for all it was 
worth. She bucked backward, a mare in heat, intent on sucking out and 
devouring with her belly every bit of her raging stallion's jizm. Dennis, 
realizing the extent of Marsha's excitement, knew it to be a once in a 
lifetime kind of thing. He was overwhelmed. His sperm began to shoot forward 
like fireworks as her nether muscles pumped on his burgeoning cock! 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHWEEEEE! ah, ah, ah!" Marsha sighed as the sensuous thrills 
mounted from her fully filled back passage to engulf her in total bliss. She 
could feel Dennis's thick, searing semen flooding up into her in great 
gushing waves, and the wet sensation in her convulsing rectum carried with 
it an unprecedented pleasure! 

The acute pain interrupted Judy's orgasm as her grandfather's bulging penis 
entered the tiny, passion-flared hole with a tremendous force. Pushing the 
silken folds of her inner flesh ahead of it in tiny rippling sensation, as 
it inexorably bore down on the thin flimsy wall of her waiting virginity. 

"OOOHHHNnnghgh!! " she cried. 

Feeling the minute pussy lips slipping over and enclosing his lust-hardened 
cock, Tom felt an agonizing mixture of sorrow and elation. 

"Oh, I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . so sorry!" he gasped out. But his guilt 
did not decrease the size of his erection or the incredible feeling of her 
nibbling little cunt muscles tightening around his flesh. The quivering 
thin-lipped furrow squeezing his heavy-veined prick with the most wonderful 
sensation of snugness! 

"OOOOOOH!" she was crying out, over and over again no longer hearing the 
noises from her mother and father next door as his hardness ground like a 
battering ram through the unresisting film of her hymen. 

"Ooooh, God!" she grunted momentarily and then the pain slid abruptly into 
oblivion as Grandpop's surging penis struck against the soft waiting surface 
of her cervix. It was as though that was the secret spot, waiting for . . . 
what she was made for! 

"AAAAAaahahahh! Yes, Grandpop . . . oh yes . . . it's coming back . . . it's 
soooooo won-der-ful!" She writhed her naked hips and loins passionately 
beneath him now, her nubile young body urging him on. Her straight blond 
hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Her grandfather's virile body 
slapped again and again against the flatness of her smooth white belly, his 
throbbing cock stroking deep within her as their tongues mingled in an 
ecstatic kiss. 

"IIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM cum-ming Dennis . . . Cumming AGAIN!! " 

Marsha's voice was so loud it almost sounded as though she were in the room 
with them, and as the wail of pleasure increased, Judy, arching her narrow 
hips upward toward her grandfather's plunging loins, replied deep in her 
mind, "OOOH . . . yeeeeesssssss me tooo, Mom . . . MMMMEEEEE TOOOOO!" 

 CHAPTER 7 

Even though Grandpop had been away for two days now, Judy didn't really mind 
too much. There were, she had discovered, other things of interest besides 
Grandpop, though she knew she would always be eternally grateful to him for 
having shown her the way "to womanhood" as she put it to herself. Still and 
all, she had to move forward on her one girl crusade, and already, she had a 
new target. Daddy! 

Her father had been most interesting to her ever since that night in 
Grandpop's room when she had overheard him making such wild passionate love 
to her mother . . . in fact, she even felt distinct pangs of jealousy the 
next time she observed her mother and father together watching television. 

Grandpop had left a note saying he had a job prospect in another town, and 
Judy hadn't seen him since the night when he made such beautiful love to 
her. However, with his room empty, she had felt it her duty to sneak in and 
lie in the same bed that had given her, her first true awakening, and there 
she had listened on two consecutive nights to her mother and father's most 
intimate moments!! 

Having since observed her father more closely, she found him (next to 
Grandpop), the handsomest man she'd ever seen. His gruffness with her mother 
fascinated her, especially since it was clear to her that her mother -liked 
it! And to think that all this time, the arguments they'd been having were 
just another form of lovemaking! The world was certainly full of things for 
her to learn. 

She sat at the same living room window where she'd waited for Grandpop, only 
this time she was looking for her father. She knew that her mother would be 
late that night.. . she had said she was going to some kind of meeting . . . 
and now she wondered what was keeping her father! She hoped he would come 
home soon so that she would have some time alone with him. She still felt 
little fluttering of her heart remembering the way he had taken her mother 
the night before. If only she could get him to do the same to her! She had 
lay perfectly still listening to her mother's moans, and then unable to help 
herself, had worked her fingers into her own little blonde pussy in order to 
relieve the tension there. It was amazing how much she missed being touched 
there . . . how much she suddenly needed another person to fulfill her! Her 
own fingers were no match for the magnificent churning of her grandfather's 
thing! Certainly she was still sore from its stretching of her down there 
between her legs, but the soreness was nothing compared to delights she had 
known. 

She adjusted her shorts, pulling them down from the tight vee of her pussy 
where they were constantly riding up, just as she caught sight of her 
father's Ford pulling into the driveway. 

Dennis was drunk and he didn't care. 

He'd left the garage to his assistant earlier and gone on a binge. Things 
just seemed to be getting away from him recently, and it worried him. It was 
a sure sign that he was slipping when Marsha called him at work and told him 
not to expect dinner that night because she was going to a Women's Lib 
meeting. Things were not as they used to be! 

He'd screamed at her on the phone, repeating his previous command forbidding 
her to go, but she'd just laughed her fucking "liberated woman's laugh" and 
hung up on him! Besides that, he thought as he walked up the sidewalk to the 
house, she seemed in some imperceptible way to be getting the better of him 
in bed too! He didn't know how to begin to explain it to himself. He 
couldn't really complain when she was turning into the best lay he'd ever 
had, and yet he almost missed the struggles they used to go through . . . 
now, when it was all over and she was lying there beautiful and bare, he had 
the distinct impression that he had been the one who had been fucked . . . 
not she! But the more he thought about that the more he felt that that 
didn't make any sense! 

He stumbled going up the steps, and Judy heard him cursing as he let himself 
in the door, and she realized he'd been drinking. What grown-ups saw in that 
stuff she couldn't fathom. 

"DAMN IT TO HELL!" 

Dennis brushed past Judy in the hallway, almost ignoring her as she tried to 
talk to him. 

"See you later, kid!" he mumbled, making for the bedroom. Maybe, he thought, 
Marsha was home after all. 

He slammed into the bedroom, and looked around him ferociously. Behind him, 
Judy stood in the doorway watching. Sensing someone behind him, he whirled 
about. 

"YOU . . . ! " he cried. "Oh, your mother isn't home is she?" 

"No Daddy . . . she went to some meeting, she said she'd be home late . . . 
" 

Dennis dropped himself down on the bed. He felt suddenly very sleepy and 
longed to forget about everything for the moment. 

"Well," he announced, "I'm gonna take a nap until she comes in . . . " 

"Okay Daddy," Judy said, noting that her father was already half asleep. "Is 
there anything I can do for you?" 

"Huh? . . . What . :. '? " Dennis roused himself a second, and then was fast 
asleep on the big double bed. 

"Forget it!" Judy said, turning and leaving the room. 

She fumed in the living room for what seemed to her a long time. How dare he 
just ignore her.. . She felt hurt and angry thinking about how he hardly 
ever talked to her or paid any attention to her! She had to think of 
something to do about it! 

* * * 

Marsha had come home at last! This false message seeped down into Dennis's 
alcohol soaked brain as he felt the gentle feminine touches upon his body. 
It was a soothing thought and one which allowed him to slip back to sleep 
with a certain weight off his mind! His snores resounded through the room, 
and he was unaware of the fact that his clothes were being slowly removed. 
He shivered a little as a cool breeze traversed his naked belly, and the 
hairs on his chest stirred ever so slightly. 

Judy worked as quickly as she could, in the constant fear that her mother 
would return and discover what she was doing! She really only wanted to see 
her father naked. To her child's mind it seemed that just by seeing him like 
that, she would gain some sort of power over him! Also, she was very 
interested to compare his body to Grandpop's! 

She knew that it would take a lot to wake her father up in the state he was 
in and she figured it was worth a try! 

To her utter amazement, she discovered that her father had an enormous 
erection. Not only that, but that he wore no underpants at all! Once she had 
zipped down his fly his thick penis had jumped free and bounced beneath her 
nose. It was much bigger than Grandpop's! Her eyes bulged as they took in 
the gigantic proportions of the lewdly swollen instrument. She was already 
calculating as to whether or not that would fit up into her tiny, just once 
used vagina. Just the thought of it made her feel a little pressure in her 
pussy, a little twinge of lust that grew moment by moment. Momentarily 
forgetting her fear, she began to touch him . . . at first on his arms and 
upper thighs. They were so hard and muscular! Then, on his lower belly, 
which she also found rock-hard. 

She noted that her father slept on, an occasional smile flitting across his 
handsome features that came from some dream he was having no doubt. The 
longer she continued touching his exposed body, the bolder Judy grew. She 
could hardly contain the emotions that were running through her 
twelve-year-old body. It was like a compelling force, stronger than anything 
she had ever known. She had to get on top of him! 

Hastily, she removed her shorts and blouse, and then her soft little bikini 
panties. Her little pointed breasts stuck out, the tips already hard in 
anticipation of what was to come. Taking a deep breath as though she were 
about to dive into a cold pool of water, Judy got up on the bed. At first 
she contented herself with kneeling beside her Daddy, bending over and 
letting the buds of her nipples graze along the stiff little black hairs 
that covered her father's chest. Seeing that this did not awaken him, and 
with the tremendous din of his snores in her ears, she kissed and teased 
with her hot little tongue the little male nipples that nestled on his 
chest. They were really sweet, she thought . . . just like hers had been 
before they started to grow! Her smooth naked little buttocks waving behind 
her received the caresses of the evening breeze coming through the cracked 
window, and she felt a chill rush through her exposed genitals. Moving 
further down, she brushed the nipples of her firm little breasts along her 
father's belly, and then finally, eyeing the grossly proportioned penis, 
still standing straight and tall, she let the tip of one breast rest upon 
the throbbing sponge-like top! The little pebble of her nipple slid along 
the tiny opening in the top of his cock-head, and she could see a drop of 
moisture forming there! 

"Ooooh!" she sighed. "How nice!" Her long blonde hair hung straight to her 
shoulders, and growing more and more excited, she let it too brush over the 
lengthy pole of flesh that had had so much to do with her very own creation! 

"Oh, Daddy!" she murmured, softly, to herself . . . "Oh, Daddy!" She lapsed 
into an erotic trance, placing soft kisses upon the hot slightly throbbing 
shaft before her. In a few seconds her tiny wet tongue snaked out, and 
flicked moistly up and down the quivering hardness. It responded by slight 
jerks to her every touch, and yet her father continued to snore above her! 
With a little gasp, she opened her mouth wide and touched her ovaled lips to 
the big round head . . . opening wider still, she took it inside and wet its 
entire surface with her tongue until it was glistening and shining in the 
soft light from the bedside table. 

"MMMMMmmmm!" she thought . . . it was a little like sucking a lollipop! Only 
better, of course! 

"NNNNNMGFH!" Dennis mumbled and twisted slightly in his sleep, his cock 
jerked and jumped and Judy couldn't help sighing loudly at the sight of it! 

Quickly, she placed herself between his slightly parted legs.. . . Her 
little pussy seemed to be calling to her.. . begging for stimulation, and 
she felt very wet and slippery all down between her legs. The silken tissues 
of her baby-cunt moistened and the tender flesh trembled with the strength 
of huge wells of untapped desire! 

By raising herself up and straddling her sleeping father's hips, she found 
that she could place the tiny little cunt lips right on top of her Daddy's 
upstanding cock! Working almost desperately, Judy strained to widen herself 
with her fingers . . . stretching the lips of her cuntal mouth open as 
though she could make them fit around the big pole beneath them in the same 
manner as her mouth! HOW WOULD IT EVER FIT INSIDE! ? Panting and discouraged 
by the fact that her father's penis seemed far too big to ever fit, she 
began to slid her thin wet pussy slit up and down the full length of the big 
cock. She just had to have some satisfaction from that marvelous piece of 
flesh! 

Dennis was definitely half-awake by now! Not only was Marsha home, he 
thought dazedly, but she was, without being forced, giving his cock a lewd, 
delicious workout as well! He moaned a bit, and without opening his eyes 
gave himself up to the excitement that surrounded his rock-hard penis. He 
wouldn't miss this for the world, he thought . . . let her knock herself 
out! 

Judy would slide down the wet shaft of her father's cock, her fuzz-lined 
little cunt lips separated around it so that her inner membranes were 
directly exposed to the friction created by her lewd grinding motions. She 
had begun to grunt and groan with her rising delight at the warm tickling 
sensation it caused up between her open thighs. But still she wanted so 
badly to be fucked! She hardly dared to hope she could accomplish that 
without waking her father, however, so she contented herself with this 
frantic rubbing along his now excited throbbing hardness. She even imagined 
herself to be her mother, and this made the feelings inside her straining 
pussy even better. 

"MMmmmmmOOOOhhhNNNGH!"she moaned. 

Dennis was almost completely awake . . . but he thought it would be much 
more interesting to continue pretending to be asleep. He wanted to see just 
what his wife was going to do! God, what a hot bitch she was turning into, 
maybe there was something to that Women's Lib after all! 

He couldn't help bucking his hips upward a bit though each time he felt what 
he thought was his wife's moist blonde cunt maneuvering along his 
blood-swollen cock. SHE WAS ALMOST EATING IT ALIVE WITH HER SOFTLY SUCKING 
PUSSY LIPS! he thought. The whole idea of what was happening, beginning to 
excite him so much that it felt like his blood was boiling! His cock arched 
back and forth beneath the pressures of the soft, wetly clenching genitals 
that caressed it. What a feeling! But now he wanted to get inside that 
velvety gold cunt! He knew he was going to cum any moment now, and the best 
place for his cock to be when it happened was fucking deep up inside! 

"OOOOOMMMMMMKKKKKK!"Judy was in seventh heaven. It just felt so good! Her 
little clitoris jerked and jumped against the thick hardened rod as she slid 
up and down, up and down. In a moment she was going to cum! She had her head 
tilted back, and her eyes closed, her ecstasy making her forget all caution. 
She just had to cum . . . had to cum . . . the words repeated themselves in 
her mind to the rhythm of her obscenely pumping little buttocks. 

Then suddenly she felt herself being picked up. Her father's strong hands 
were locked tightly about her waist. She was poised helplessly in mid-air 
above his throbbing cock! Then she was being plunged downward, hard and 
fast, her nakedly exposed little pussy meeting the direct onslaught of her 
father's enormous cockhead! 

"OH YEAH BABY . . . OH YEAH . . . GOT YOU BABE! GOT YOU." 

"AAAAARHRHRHGHGHGHGH!" The sudden stretching pain soared wildly through the 
giving tissues of her miniscule pussy as the thick pole sped upward into her 
loins. She fell forward onto her father, feeling his cock imbedded in her 
abused pussy like a big telephone pole! She lay flat upon his belly, her 
bare little buttocks trembling and white receiving the harsh caresses of her 
father's hands as he arched his cock high up inside her tight little belly. 

Dennis opened his alcohol bleared eyes and peered directly into his 
daughter's tear stained, pain contorted face. 

There was a stunned moment of silence, punctuated only by Judy's whimpers of 
pain. 

He thought he was seeing things . . . first of all it had been very hard for 
him to realize that there could possibly be anyone else in bed with him but 
his wife, Marsha! It just had to be Marsha! But it wasn't. Then his outraged 
brain had to take in the fact that it was indeed true that it was his own 
little Judy staring tearfully down into his face. That in fact it was his 
own little daughter's cunt that was now gripping his cock so tightly! There 
had been nothing in his life to prepare him for this moment, and he felt 
himself falling apart at the seams. He started screaming and trying to tear 
her off of him. Judy, terrified, clung to her father's neck, holding on for 
dear life! 

"GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY!" Dennis yelled. 

"NO-NO-NO! NO DADDY.. . PLEASE DADDY DAAAADDDEEEEEE!" 

Dennis felt his prick throbbing between the tenderness of his daughter's 
twelve-year-old vaginal lips as the elastic rimmed tightness sent wild, 
unwanted thrills racing through him. There was no getting away from her! And 
the more he pulled on her, the tighter she clung . . . even her sweet, 
painfully stretched pussy seemed to be clinging to his hardness like a 
hungry leech, preventing his cock from slipping out. And as they moved, 
rocking about like a badly matched pair of wrestlers on the bed, he found 
himself involuntarily flicking his hips hard up and down, back and forth. 

"THIS IS INCEST! INCEST! OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING?? ? ! ! ! " Dennis thought 
he would lose his mind as his body began to respond more and more to his 
tightly clinging little girl's pussy. He knew he must not do what he was 
doing . . . and yet it had in some mysterious, awful way already happened . 
. . and it was continuing to happen! Every section of his daughter's 
adolescent body clung and responded to his as his cock rigidly impaled her 
gasping vagina. Suddenly, they were making love as though each had been 
pre-programmed for it. Judy began to scream in agonized delight, gurgles of 
excitement escaped from her throat. It felt like her Daddy's big cock was 
filling her all the way up to her throat! 

"OOOOOOHH! I LOVE YOU DADDY!" she cried out . . . "I LOVE Y 0 U U U U U U 
U!" She could feel her father responding, beginning to fuck her 
magnificently, just as he must do with her mother! His confusion was 
relegated to the farthest depths of his brain as Dennis felt the most 
incredible feelings taking hold of him. His little daughter's warm wet flesh 
slid and wriggled over him . . . her miniscule pussy jerked and squeezed his 
lust-driven cock until the final ripping tide of orgasm ripped into them 
like a cyclone, both at the same time. 

A few moments before this, Tom let himself into the house. He had decided to 
face up to everything. To talk to little Judy and explain to her that what 
he had done to her was wrong! He knew he would never be able to respect 
himself unless he did this. If things continued the way they'd been going 
for him, he could very well wind up a derelict.. . like those poor men he 
had seen during his absence from the house. He had only been able to afford 
the lowliest of hotels, and now he recalled the sights he had seen there 
with horror. He didn't belong there, he told himself, not Tom Lansing! 

He entered the living room and sat down heavily on the sofa. Where on earth 
was everybody anyway? he wondered. It was then that he heard the noises 
coming from the direction of the hall. 

"OH no!" he thought, "They're not at it again!! ! " He assumed that it was 
his daughter Marsha and her husband and he felt his heart skip a beat as the 
familiar confusing sensations started to take hold of him again! 

"OOOUUGHGHHNNN! DADEEEE!" 

Tom stood up. He could have sworn that that was Judy's voice and not 
Marsha's! And hadn't she said, "Daddy!? ? " 

He started in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what he would find 
before he got there . . . but nonetheless determined to find out just what 
was going on. 

* * * 

Tom watched through the half open door of his daughter and son-in-law's 
bedroom as his granddaughter's neck strained backward, and her lips twisted 
with erotic passion. Her mouth was working excitedly, spewing forth sighs 
and terms of endearment as her entire body writhed like a whore gone wild 
over her father's nakedness. A thin film of sweat covered her as her orgasm 
shook her this way and that. Low hums of ecstasy slipped from her throat as 
her tongue licked out to moisten her lips. Below, the pink, fuzz-fringed 
mouth of her baby pussy screwed itself down upon her Daddy's crazily 
ejaculating cock with rhythmic wet sluicing noises. The hairs of his groin 
were wet with their combined juices, and Tom could see this from where he 
stood. He was rooted to the spot! 

The horror of his first reaction diminished bit by bit as his cock without 
conscious thought grew higher and higher as the lewdly exciting scene 
impressed itself deeper and deep into his mind. 

His son-in-law drove his burning staff upward, spurting his burning male 
semen high into his daughter's hungrily swallowing vagina.. . there where he 
had been the first man to trespass!! 

The two orgasms met, father's and daughter's, intermingled somewhere there 
high up in his granddaughter's tiny little belly! 

As Tom stepped forward, he knew that they wouldn't stop there. It was clear 
that neither one of them could. And in spite of the realization that he was 
going against every principle he or any other decent person in the world 
might have, he intended to take full advantage of .the erotic situation. 

 CHAPTER 8 

Marsha felt wonderful. The meeting had been a really good one! There had 
been a guest speaker there from New York, a woman journalist who really knew 
her business, and Marsha and her friend had been enthralled. Afterward they 
had stopped in at a famous pub downtown that had up until recently been 
reserved for men. That was before it had been "integrated" by women. 

The two young women felt thrilled at being there, even though they were the 
only females in the place. They were treated to the annoyed stares of the 
men at the bar as they sat in a secluded booth toward the rear. 

"Hah!" Marsha said, sipping her daiquiri, "they're really upset.. . . Good! 
You should have heard Dennis on the phone this afternoon when I told him I 
was going to the meeting tonight!" 

"Mad, huh?" Marsha's friend inquired cheerily, peering over her glass. 

"You bet . . . but it's good for him.. . . " 

At last he doesn't have me snapping to attention at the least little bark! 
Things are really looking up!" 

* * * 

His granddaughter's gleaming white buttocks presented themselves to her 
grandfather as with a passionate groan she slid down to lick her father's 
penis to hardness again. She was so happy! Daddy seemed to want her so very 
much, and she couldn't imagine anything more wonderful. But when she felt 
the smooth rubbery head of Grandpop's hardened penis touching at the 
flower-like lips of her pussy from behind, she knew that that was even 
better! Her mouth was already enclosed around the soft spongy tip of her 
Daddy's cock, and he was holding onto her head, making it move just the way 
he wanted it. She thought the rising flesh would choke her, but somehow she 
managed to get all of it in her mouth! She could hear her father groan as 
she sucked hard. 

"Yes, SUCK, SUCK IT LITTLE BABY!! ! " Dennis called out, completely out of 
his head with lust. 

Judy squealed when her grandfather's hard cock played momentarily against 
and then wormed slowly up inside her tiny, but already sperm-lubricated 
pussy, but since her mouth was full at the time, she did not know whether or 
not her father had noticed! 

Behind her, Tom did not care who noticed. He was in a befogged state of 
complete sexual arousal, which created a total derangement of his faculties. 
Grasping his long rod in his hand, he began to slide it in and out of her 
upraised, velvety young pussy, letting the hard pulsating head appear and 
reappear with rhythmic regularity. He ground it slowly in and out of the 
tight, cum-moistened channel, while Judy uttered cries of pleasure all 
around her father's cock. The massive head of Tom's cock moved inward, in a 
slow teasing motion, emerging and submerging in powerful strokes, 
penetrating up to the very hilt, so that his balls slammed each time against 
the little girl's trembling thighs. Looking down, he could see the marvelous 
sight of her twin white ass cheeks, and below, his purplish-colored cock 
burying itself with regularity deep into the slippery depths below! 

Smiling lewdly, he placed his forefinger in the deep split of her buttocks, 
searching out and finding the tiny puckered anus that nestled within. He 
pushed, and let his finger sink to the first joint, feeling her give a start 
below him. 

"OH, GOD . . . BABY, GOD!! ! ! ! " his son-in-law cried out! And Tom could 
tell that what he did with Judy from behind was having an effect on what she 
did to her father's thick cock in her mouth! 

He laughed out loud, and continued fucking into her, pushing so hard now, so 
that her buttocks flattened against her hipbones and her entire backside was 
nearly lifted into the air with each thrust. Her tight, unused little anus 
stretched to allow his finger to slip in all the way, and he twisted it this 
way and that, reveling in the dual fucking he was giving his little 
granddaughter. 

Dennis opened his eyes. The male laugh that had filled the room brought him 
out of his rapturous trance, and he realized once more with horror that it 
wasn't Marsha he was making love with, nor was it just any girl off the 
streets . . . it was his own little girl.. . his own daughter, Judy!! ! 

He grabbed hold of her head, and pulled her upward, separating her mouth 
from his beet-red cock and abruptly ending the fantastic sensations that had 
surrounded it. 

"NO . . . WE'VE GOT TO STOP THIS!" he cried. 

As he lifted his head, he looked behind Judy and saw his father-in-law 
pumping lewdly in and out of her from behind! 

"OH, GOD, NO!! ! ! ! " he screamed. But Judy bobbed her head back down to 
warmly and wetly cover the neglected head of her father's penis with her 
tightly stretched lips, sending a new surge of desire through his loins that 
forced his head back down against the mattress. Judy sucked for all she was 
worth, knowing that she would have to make it good in order to avoid at 
least temporarily a terrible confrontation between her father and her 
grandfather. 

Behind her, Tom was lost in his own world, never losing a stroke as his 
loins slapped against the roundness of his granddaughter's buttocks. 

In, in, in, he burst giving it his all, like a man possessed! while Dennis 
felt himself cumming with a superhuman force, right into his daughter's wide 
open mouth. Everything was slipping out from under him as he came, and he 
knew that by letting loose this way he was giving in to a horrible 
conspiracy . . . something between his child and her grandfather! Yet he 
couldn't help himself.. . he had to let loose the full impact of his hotly 
spewing jism, let loose what seemed to be all of the white-hot lava in his 
balls. It flew out in gushing waves, splashing against the back of her 
throat, little bits of it dribbling out of the side of her mouth as she 
groaned at the sensation of having both her mouth and her vagina filled with 
cum . . . for Grandpop had let loose his own semen with a bloodcurdling 
yowl. She gulped down the hot thick cum that had spurted down her throat, 
knowing for the first time its warm male taste, while her so recently 
inexperienced vagina clasped hotly at her grandfather's orgasm, effectively 
starting her own. 

"OH YES . . . EVERYBODY . . . DADDY . . . GRANDPOP . . . I'M . . . OH THANK 
YOU . . . YES I'MMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGGGG TOOO!! " 

* * * 

"Good heavens, there's not a single light on in the house!" Marsha pulled 
into the driveway in her little VW, looking at the dark windows with a 
puzzled expression. 

She cut her motor and started toward the house. As she passed the bedroom 
window, which was open slightly, she thought she heard a strange noise and 
stopped to listen. 

She heard the unbelievable words of climax coming from her daughter's mouth, 
and decided she had to be mistaken. Hurriedly she entered the house, and ran 
to the back bedroom. As she burst in the door the three of them, her 
daughter, her father and her husband, were lying in a heap on the bed. Only 
her father was fully clothed, but his spent penis hung lewdly from his open 
fly, and he wore a smug expression of satisfaction on his face. The same 
expression was echoed on Dennis's face . . . but the worst.. . the most 
horrible of all, was the way her own daughter looked. Sprawled nakedly 
across her father and with her hands clasping Grandpop's penis! 

The gruesome scene far surpassed anything that Marsha could have imagined in 
her wildest nightmares! She gasped and took a step backward, and then she 
heard a piercing scream. It was only a short while later that she realized 
that it belonged to her. She was standing in the doorway screaming over and 
over again, her voice high-pitched and strident. 

Dennis jumped up and leapt from the bed, his naked genitals swinging lewdly 
to and fro as he approached his wife. She began hitting out at him 
immediately, and he grabbed hold of her fists. Then he avoided her feet and 
knees as she tried to get him in the shins and then in the groin. 

"YOU BASTARD . . . YOU DIRTY, DIRTY BASTARD . . . ! " she cried, tears of 
rage streaming down her face. "AND YOU.. . YOU.. . ! ! ! " 

"Shut up . . . just shut up, Marsha!! ! " Dennis yelled. On the bed behind 
her Judy and her grandfather, Tom, sat up, as uncertain just what to do 
under the circumstances. 

When Dennis began to slap Marsha hard across the face, Judy clung to her 
grandfather fearfully. 

"Oh, Grandpop! What's going to happen?! ! ! " 

"I don't know.. . " Tom said hesitantly.. . . "I just don't know!" 

Marsha thought she was going crazy. She screamed hysterically. Nothing 
mattered but getting away from the madman her husband had become, either 
that or perhaps killing him! Yes, she thought.. . all she could really do 
under the circumstances was kill somebody!! ! 

"DIRTY ROTTEN MEN! ALL OF YOU . . . EVEN MY OWN FATHER . . . MY OWN.. . 
FATHER!" 

Tom trembled beneath his daughter's glare, as she looked over Dennis's 
shoulder at him. Dennis had her backed against the wall now, his naked body 
pressing against her. Her neatly tailored suit was a crumpled mess, and her 
blouse was half off. 

"IT'S NOT HIS FAULT MOM!" Judy cried.. . . "I made him do it! BOTH OF 

THEM!" 

"It's not true, I don't believe it!" Marsha wailed, still trying to claw out 
at her husband. "You let me go!! " 

Dennis flattened himself against her flailing body, and by now angry himself 
at her, he bit into her shoulder with an animal-like growl. 

"AAAAAAAAAH!" Marsha screamed, gasping indignantly. To her surprise, she 
felt Dennis reaching behind her grabbing hold of her trembling buttocks 
through the lightweight material of her skirt. Their eyes met briefly and 
the message that Marsha read there sent what felt like a thousand electrical 
volts ripping fearfully through her. 

"NO!" she screamed. "NO!" But it was really already too late. Marsha felt 
weak in the knees, and all the tension and anger inside her turned to 
something quite different. She couldn't really control what was happening . 
. . almost as if it were happening to another person! The pseudo-masochistic 
pattern that had been firmly established between the two of them throughout 
the years of their marriage, reared its ugly head like a monster from the 
depths, and ignoring the rest of their family behind them, husband and wife 
began the strange interplay of emotions as though they were alone in the 
room! 

Marsha could feel his hands bunching up the fabric of her skirt, so that it 
crept upward over her curvaceously flaring hips. His heavy breathing came 
moistly into her ear, and she herself tried to catch her breath and to 
regain some kind of sanity in the midst of chaos . . . but it was a futile 
effort. He had already uncovered the roundness of her buttocks, covered only 
by a flimsy pair of nylon panties, and beneath those panties, she could feel 
herself growing shamefully moist between her thighs. 

As Dennis felt her body slacken against him, his hands grew rougher, and he 
began to slam himself up against her, the rampant hardness of his penis 
skidding against her belly forcing her backwards with a steady bang against 
the wall. 

"It's all your fault, bitch . . . your fault!" he cried, moving his fingers, 
inserting them beneath the thin elastic of her excitedly drenched panties, 
caressing the moist firm globes of her nether cheeks. 

"Oh, God," Marsha thought, "I'm some kind of monster . . . a perverted 
monster!" Her disheveled hair fell forward into her eyes, and through her 
blurring tears she could see the faces of her daughter and her father, 
observing her humiliation. She couldn't even admit to herself how much this 
very humiliation excited her! It was absurd, and she knew it. But when 
Dennis's finger reached the inner cleft of her silky-haired cunt, she 
groaned with desire. 

To Dennis's distorted mind, it was all Marsha's fault.. . . She had, after 
all, disobeyed him by going to that damned meeting . . . and he never would 
have done the things he did with little Judy had Marsha stayed home where 
she belonged!! ! He had to do something to her right then and there to make 
her atone for the dreadful thing that had happened. No longer mindful of 
anyone but his voluptuous wife of thirteen years, Dennis twirled her about 
with one motion of his hands, and just as suddenly forced her to bend over 
in front of him. 

"This is your punishment!" he said, flipping her panties downward with a 
deft flick of each thumb, revealing the moonlit globes of her cushiony ass 
cheeks as he easily contained her with his hands on her arched-up hips. 
Dennis grabbed his long prick in his hand and approached the nakedly seeping 
pussy that stood open before it. The thick foreskin of his cock had slid all 
the way back and the bulging tip of his penis was wet with fluids that were 
constantly exuded from it. He touched it to the trembling pink opening of 
her pussy and then began to work the head about, teasing the exposed 
entrance and making Marsha jump and try to move away from him. But he 
grasped her and brought her back toward him, sliding the thick head up into 
the tight, fearfully pulsating sheath of her cunt. 

"NNNuuuuuuuuugngngh! Open your cunt and let it ALL the way in!! " he 
bellowed, feeling her tight vagina pressuring in futile resistance around 
his invading penis. 

"OOnnnnnnno . . . DENNIS NO!" Marsha groaned pitifully and sloped forward, 
almost losing her balance completely until she supported herself by putting 
her hands out flat on the floor. 

The entire length of her husband's cock was stuffed so high in her trembling 
pussy that Marsha felt like her vaginal canal had been lengthened by several 
inches. He just let it lie there inside her and it was as if someone had 
shoved a baseball bat up in there! His thighs pressed tight up against her 
buttocks, and Marsha felt momentarily as though she were going to be sick to 
her stomach. 

A sound had done it, for now, although her face was turned away from the 
bed, she could distinctly hear her twelve-year-old daughter's child-like 
voice emitting tiny mewls of pleasure that could only come from sexual 
excitation. 

The renewed realization that her father and her daughter were watching her 
being fucked like a whore picked up off the streets made her begin to shake 
all over with fury. But her ears were also burning with the loud fleshy 
smacks of her husband's loins grinding up against the soft-yielding flesh of 
her buttocks from behind, and within seconds she was beside herself, her 
defenseless cunt open wide as possible in lewd invitation to her husband to 
continue his relentless fucking. Over and over she cried out, "No!" but the 
word no longer had the same impact and it was clear to everyone in the room 
that a powerful but involuntary orgasm was rising inside her. 

"MMMNNNGNGAAAAHHOHGOOD GOOO-OOOD!! ! ! " The brutal stabbing of her aroused 
pussy created waves of expanding pleasure in her womb. Her orgasm seemed to 
be lasting an eternity! Behind her, Dennis gazed down at the rounded white 
mounds of her behind, enjoying their wondrous sight of them quivering and 
quaking to each pounding blow as she kneaded them hotly in his hands. 

Tom had begun to play with Judy's little pussy again. The lascivious 
vibrations in the room were contagious, and the two of them were highly 
aroused by the sight of Dennis and Marsha coupling like two rutting dogs in 
the middle of the room! It was certainly different from just listening to 
them from another room, or even from watching them through a keyhole. They 
were right there in the flesh in front of Tom and his petite granddaughter.. 
. and what was more, they both knew they were being observed. 

All the stops were pulled out! Tom jumped down from the bed just as Marsha 
began to roll her head around, letting her pale blonde hair fly in all 
directions while Dennis evoked still another climax within her traitorously 
accepting cunt. 

Marsha was roused from the tingling aftermath of her wailing orgasm by the 
beginnings of another. HE WAS STILL PUMPING INTO HER! Amazed, she raised her 
head a bit, surprised by the fact that Dennis hadn't cum when she had. But 
to her utter confusion what she saw directly in front of her were two softly 
hanging testicles and a long muscular pair of legs. Then the excitedly 
pulsating head of her father's cock appeared directly in front of her face. 

"DAD!" she started to protest, but before the word could come out, her open 
mouth was completely stuffed with her father's vibrantly throbbing rod. 

She could see him bending down lewdly . . . flexing his knees in order to 
have his cock positioned directly in front of her mouth. She struggled to 
swallow the excess saliva that had built up in her mouth. She felt like she 
was strangling since she couldn't close her widely stretched mouth, and her 
father was shoving his big cock directly into the back of her throat, 
forcing itself all the way to the entrance of her gullet! It felt obscenely 
warm and sticky and after managing to overcome her initial impulse to gag, 
Marsha felt like laughing! Something snapped inside her! The whole thing was 
too ludicrous for words! They were certainly all candidates for the madhouse 
. . . and she was no better than the rest of them! Her dear sedate father, 
whose word had been her command for all her childhood, was now fucking into 
her, his own daughter's mouth like a sex maniac! And obviously both her 
husband and her father had been ravishing little Judy half senseless! What 
was the world coming to!! ! ? Oh God, if they could just see her now at 
Women's Lib! 

The utter and complete debasement of what was happening sent a charge of 
perverse pleasure through her sweat-glistening body . . . the crumpled skirt 
of her suit was bunched way up around her waist, while the short bolero 
jacket and her blouse hung askew in a bedraggled fashion. Her inflamed nerve 
endings began to respond all over again to the two pricks that fucked 
crazily into her . . . one at either end! 

Again she felt another personality take hold of her. If they thought they 
were going to get away with doing this to her they were very wrong! She 
could be just as perverse, just as wanton and disgusting as the male members 
of her family . . . if not more so! And as for poor little Judy . . . well 
she would have to instruct her in the same defensive tactics as quickly as 
possible! Suddenly she began to suck and lick at her father's burgeoning 
member, feeling it grow even harder inside her mouth as it responded to her 
tongue's caresses. She gobbled at it as though she were hungry for its 
taste.. . as though she wanted to swallow it whole! Her father's hands 
clasped her head holding it stationary while behind her, her husband groaned 
as he felt Marsha's vaginal lips pushing back, trying to enclose more and 
more of his wildly stroking cock. 

"OH MARSHA!" Tom cried, "OH MY LITTLE GIRL!" 

At that moment, Marsha recalled the time in her childhood when her father 
had caught her fingering herself on the sofa of their living room. She had 
blocked out the painful memory until this very moment . . . but now it came 
back in vivid detail. She remembered how her father had watched her while he 
forced her to continue satisfying herself.. . and now as an adult, she knew 
why he had made her put on that lewd performance! Just the thought made her 
start to cum again, and she sputtered her excitement all around her father's 
thick, ever-growing cock. 

As she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, a crescendo of emotions exploded 
within her. She was caught between the two penises she most loved in the 
world . . . yes, but she had them just where she wanted them! Oh, yes, she 
thought, feeling herself floating to the crest of the enormous waves 

. . . oh, God, I've never felt anything like it! Myriads of stars twinkled 
and then exploded behind her eyelids. Her cunt convulsed tautly around her 
husband's cock . . . and now she could feel him cumming too, cumming right 
into her orgasm, the white foamy cum splashing up onto her cervix.. . . IT 
FELT SO WET AND WONDERFUL! Her abused and seeping pussy contracted with 
hungrily clenching spasms milking the climaxing cock until there was no more 
juice left . . . while in her mouth, her father's prick let loose a thick 
jet of semen directly into her throat. She gulped it down thirstily, loving 
it as Tom's penis completed its wild climax with small spasmodic twitches. 

Marsha moaned and let shivers of delight course through her. Above her she 
heard, "OOOOOHHH HH-honey . . . honey I'M CUMMING! AT LAST I'M CUMMING RIGHT 
INTO YOUR DARLING MOUTH!" While behind her Dennis wailed . . . "I LOVE YOU 
BABE . . . I LOVE YOU AND YOUR SWEET PUSSY!" 

On the bed, Judy fingered herself furiously, her small fingers plying the 
delicate folds of her pussy with impatience. 

"OH WOW!" she said as she started to add her orgasm to the multiple total of 
the group.. . . "OH WOW!" 

* * * 

It was almost daylight when Judy lifted her head from the silken depths of 
her mother's golden cunt and smiled peacefully. The tender communication 
between the two women was made complete by their mutually satisfied pussies. 
Marsha was still gently licking at the folds of her daughter's naked little 
baby-cunt where it was positioned directly above her face. Her breasts were 
softly rubbing along the smooth skin of Judy's belly, while Judy's pubescent 
tits were impressed in her mother's rounded stomach. 

After talking with her daughter briefly and hearing how the young girl 
actually had been responsible for seducing both her grandfather and her 
father . . . Marsha had decided that she didn't need to teach her anything 
about how to get along in a chauvinistically male world. She already knew 
enough to give her mother some lessons! Even though Judy's battle was 
against all adults, rather than men, her tactics were certainly worth 
studying! 

Marsha felt very pleasantly tired, and as her tongue slipped lazily upward 
into the pink petals of Judy's pussy, she thought how nice it would be to 
take a good hot bath and to sleep in the bosom of her newly united family. 
But just as she was about to suggest this, she felt a familiar touch at the 
entrance of her satiated cunt. The men must have returned to the room! 

Tom let his rejuvenated cock slip wetly up into his daughter's sperm-flooded 
pussy. "Just one more time!" he said, chuckling. 

"OOOoooohhh!" Marsha moaned, as she felt the huge throbbing head inflaming 
her insides all over again. "Oh, Dad!" and as the smooth rubbery tip thudded 
wonderfully hard against her cervix, Judy put her head back down and began 
to suck at her mother's clitoris again. 

Looking up, Marsha saw another cock. It had to be Dennis! While her tongue 
snaked upward to Judy's pussy, Dennis slid his enormous rod into his 
twelve-year-old daughter's already hungrily clenching little vagina. 

Marsha closed her eyes again. She hadn't thought she would be able to ever 
cum again . . . but now she knew that she would. Perhaps, she thought, there 
was no limit to the amount of times a woman could cum! She wondered briefly 
whether the same could be said of men, before forgetting all about it as 
every fiber of her body and mind responded to the sweet family fucking and 
sucking! 

Epilogue 

Tom waved at his family as he went down the walk. They all stood at the 
front door waving after him. He could see that there were tears in Marsha's 
eyes and that little Judy was openly sobbing. Dennis made a V-for-victory 
and peace sign, and Tom returned it. For a minute he thought he might just 
turn around and go back to them. It was really hard to leave after all the 
wonderful times they had had together in the last few weeks! But he realized 
that he would be seeing them pretty frequently, and even with the incredible 
nature of the understanding between them all, it was still better for 
in-laws to have their own homes! 

He got into the car he had rented until he was able to buy a new one, and 
looked back one more time at the tearfully smiling girls. Marsha and Judy 
with their long golden hair shining in the sunlight, smiled back at him. 

"God," he thought, "I can't stay away too long!" But miraculously enough, 
after he had kept his appointment with Ed Jamison's firm the older man had 
been impressed with Tom's capabilities and was able to arrange a good 
executive position for him with the company. They had furnished him with a 
very nice apartment in the city, and it didn't look as if Tom was going to 
have any more problems for awhile. 

"Come back soon! Grandpop!" Judy cried. 

"Yes . . . come for dinner Sunday!" Dennis called. 

"Good-bye, Dad . . . we love you!!!! " Marsha shouted. 

Tom started the car and waved one last time before driving off. 

Dennis put his arm around his wife and daughter. "There goes a good man!" 
Dennis said. 

"Yes," Marsha said, thinking, and there aren't too many left! 

"Hurry!" little Judy said, pulling them both by the hand toward the bedroom, 
"let's have a quickie before lunch!" 

Dennis and Marsha smiled at each other, but each one was flushed and 
overheated and anxious to know the delights of their daughter's insatiable 
pussy again! 

"Coming, dear . . . we're coming!" they laughed in unison! 


THE END
