The Daddy Swappers
by Rick Jannsen
(LLP-540)


FOREWORD 

The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many 
centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer 
for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except 
that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this 
sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by 
the illogical or irrational opinions of others. 

In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this 
truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters 
faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of 
the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided. 

The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor 
a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the 
wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be 
true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us 
from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist 
can contest... "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he 
alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny 
others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to 
consider this quote from Romans. 

No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this 
ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by 
looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief 
glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions 
and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered 
fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or 
"it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of 
pleasure. 

The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We 
offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this 
timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. 
A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself. 

- The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Little Mandy Carillo with her dark brown pigtails, merry brown eyes, and 
deep dimples had all the potential of a first rate heart-breaker just like 
her mother. Of course, where Mandy's mother was no one knew. She had run 
away before Mandy was six, and now the child was twelve. Her father, Thomas 
Carillo, was a loader in a warehouse, and the only baby sitter Mandy ever 
knew was the neighborhood itself. Mandy didn't mind being so free of the 
restraints that most kids had, the yelling and being bossed around. If she 
got sick, it was kind of lonely, and the holidays weren't much fun, but none 
of the kids could stay out as late as she could at night. It was not that 
her father didn't have rules for her to follow. He had them, but he forgot 
them. She recalled a vague understanding with him that she was to be in the 
house before dark. But how would he know where she was at that time? He was 
rarely home then. When he was, he usually had a friend or two in for a card 
game and paid no attention whatever to her presence or whereabouts. 

Mandy's friend across the hall, Dorothy Cotton, on the other hand, had both 
parents to worry about. Her father was always drunk and her mother was 
always bitter. The halls of the third floor were ringing every night with 
their battles and often Dotty would have to creep across the hall to Mandy's 
apartment to escape getting caught up in it. Kenneth Cotton was a sometimes 
salesman and a great story-teller, a favorite with the twelve year olds, but 
whenever he lost a job or didn't sell anything if he had a job or just plain 
couldn't find a job, he came home soaked to the gills. Dotty's mother, 
Phoebe, always claimed that he was not as drunk as he pretended because she 
had not given him enough money to get that drunk. Nonetheless, he erupted 
like a volcano the minute he came through the street door downstairs. He 
could be heard throughout the old house, in all five apartments, and Phoebe, 
who came straight home from her job as a sales clerk in a department store 
and was there before him, inevitably, would start banging the iron frypan 
and other cooking pots onto the burners of the gas stove. Soon the roar of 
the man and the metal thuds and scrapes would blend on the third floor, to 
be joined by the shrill cries and accusations of the woman. 

Mandy and Dotty usually played together after school. Their scraps and 
periods of not talking to each other were surprisingly rare. Dotty had 
enough of fighting and much preferred to give in to whatever demands her 
energetic playmate made. And Mandy liked to have Dotty with her, not only 
for companionship, but because she never ceased admiring her friend's soft, 
smooth skin, the clearest she had ever seen. Dotty had very large light 
brown eyes, too. They looked almost golden sometimes. Her hair was what they 
call dirty blonde, yet there was a soft brownish haze to it that was very 
pleasant. She wore her blonde hair in pigtails just as Mandy wore her dark 
hair. After all, they were best friends. Luckily, their house bordered an 
empty house lot, which supplied them with stones and wood and plenty of 
different kinds of weeds to use as toys. And in the dirt paths, the short 
cuts from one street to the other, the girls dug little holes with which to 
play marbles. 

Another interesting toy for them was the big house itself. Like all the 
other big old mansions of a former era that lined the narrow street over 
Winter Hill, theirs was remodeled into five apartments, one on the first 
floor, two on the second, and two on the third. All of the woodwork and the 
doors and the banisters in the hall were of walnut, huge and heavy looking, 
stained as dark as Mandy's hair and always looked polished although no one 
seemed to care for them especially. The first floor foyer was covered with a 
real marble floor and this floor continued out to the little closed off 
portion between the heavy inner door and the heavier outer entrance door 
where the mailboxes were. The outside front porch was barely a landing but 
the eight stairs down to the sidewalk were broad. There was a roof over the 
steps, supported by four enormous round pillars, painted gray like the rest 
of the house. This was where Dotty and Mandy played house. The porch was 
living room, bedroom, and kitchen and between the two big front doors, where 
the mailboxes were in the small hallway, was the bathroom. They had never 
bothered to play with a bathroom before this year, but this year things were 
happening to the two little girls, especially to Mandy. 

They each had a doll clothed in their own outgrown dresses, tied with string 
and rubber bands to fit, and they had doll carriages made of shoe boxes that 
Kenneth Cotton had made for them by extending the length of each of Dotty's 
rollerskates and tying the boxes to them. Phoebe did not know that this was 
what had become of the hard-earned birthday present to her daughter, and the 
girls kept the carriages in Mandy's house so that Dotty's mother would not 
find out or Ken would be in even more trouble than usual. When Mrs. 
Smithers, the landlady, who lived on the first floor, was not home to stop 
them, they designed and cut out dresses from the colored magazine 
advertisements for their paper dolls while their real dolls slept in their 
carriages, which were only carriages when they were on the sidewalk. On the 
porch, the carriages changed into cradles, and sometimes, they even became 
the dolls' bathtubs. There were plenty of innocent things to do and the 
girls had always managed to keep busy until lately. 

The first innovation in their play was the bathroom, Mandy thought it was 
time they had a bathroom or their playhouse was not very realistic. Dotty 
was just a little embarrassed by the idea, but as long as Mandy wanted to 
have it in the tiny area between the heavy doors and not out in plain sight 
of the street, it didn't matter to her. So they found a block of wood for 
the toilet, but Mandy insisted that the wash basin and the bathtub could be 
imaginary. She argued that there was nothing they could use that was big 
enough to sit in for a bathtub so they would have to pretend that. They 
could wiggle the inner door's knob for a faucet and pretend the sink was 
right under that. But, she argued, you couldn't be comfortable sitting on 
air for a toilet, so that had to be something they could sit on. The block 
of wood, which looked like about eight inches of a sawed off telephone pole, 
split on the diameter, was perfect. They had walked the streets until they 
found it, and Mandy was so excited by it that Dotty could not help being 
excited as well. 

The wood was heavy and they carried it home together. It took them awhile to 
figure out how to get it in through the outer door, which was so heavy that 
no one except Dotty's father was ever able to open it on the first try or 
with one hand. The way most people managed it was to turn the big brass knob 
and push once to get the bolt out of the strike plate, and then holding the 
door slightly ajar with one shoulder, give a second hard push to get 
through. Of course the adults of the house soon mastered the rhythm of it so 
that it was relatively easy for them, unless they were carrying bundles, in 
which case they used the narrow and dark stairway in back. But the girls had 
trouble maneuvering the door at all, never mind with anything in their 
hands. They took all of their play materials in and out of the back, but 
since the back stairway did not connect with the front stairs except through 
each apartment, they would have to lug the wood all the way up to the third 
flight and back down again. Furthermore, they would still have the problem 
of pulling the heavy inner front door in upon themselves to get the block of 
wood into the little inbetween hallway where they wanted it. 

Finally Mandy thought of a solution. "If you can hold the door open, I can 
wiggle it in over the threshold," she told her friend. "It'll balance on the 
threshold while we get the door open, then you hold the door while I push 
the wood!" Once inside the little space, they had to decide where to put it. 
If anyone fell over it, Mrs. Smithers would be sure to have it taken away. 
So they decided that the imaginary bathtub had to be in front of the 
mailboxes, the sink in front of the inner door so they could use the knob 
for a faucet, and toilet would be in the only vacant spot, behind where the 
big door swung in because no one, not even Kenneth Cotton, could swing it 
far enough to ever be stopped by the wood. "That's a great place for it 
anyway," Mandy smiled. "We'll have plenty of warning if someone comes in and 
the chances are no one would see us anyway because they go right through the 
other door!" 

"So what if they see us," Dotty said. "They aren't going to know what it 
is." 

"They will if we're using it, dummy!" Mandy exclaimed. 

"You're going to use it... for real?" Dotty stammered. Mandy was becoming 
incomprehensible to her lately. She had to weirdest ideas. 

"No, not really," Mandy assured her with a disgusted laugh. "How could you 
do that!" She went to the piece of wood now and started to push it back and 
forth and turn it, experimenting with the different surfaces it offered. 
Placed on its curve with the cut diagonal up, it looked great but it 
wobbled. "I wonder if we could sit on it that way and not fall off," Mandy 
mused. Then suddenly, to Dotty's surprise, the dark-haired girl undid the 
front of her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Then with a slight 
laugh at the widened eyes and gaping mouth of the other child, she more 
slowly stuck her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her little cotton 
panties and pulled them down, too. With a giggle she leaned her white 
buttocks back and feeling for balance, sat on the slightly rocking wood. 
"Oooohh," she breathed throatily. "The wood is cold!" 

"You... you'll get pneumonia!" Dotty warned. She felt a flush rising to her 
smooth cheeks, less from embarrassment as from the warm, tingling feeling 
that was beginning to electrify her own buttocks and between her legs... 
there in front. She could almost feel what Mandy was feeling. She wanted to 
feel it. She wanted to do it, too. But her friend's eyes were closed and she 
was gently rotating her naked little ass-cheeks and young hairless little 
pussy around softly on the smooth surface. "Let... let me try," she weakly 
demanded. At first Mandy did not respond then suddenly her eyes flew open. 

"Sure!" she cried. "You pretend to go to the bathroom now, and let's play 
you're my mother now and you can have all the babies and I'll be the oldest 
daughter. Okay?" she asked as if it was all perfectly clear to Dotty. 

Dotty was having trouble allowing herself to take down her pants in the 
public hallway. "Why can't we both be mothers," she mumbled, her mind not 
really on what they were going to do next so much as how she was going to 
get up the courage to do what Mandy had done with no problem at all. Finally 
she pulled her panties just over the curve of her tiny little ass-cheeks and 
reached back tentatively for the wooden make-believe toilet. She could 
probably pull up her panties in time if anyone came through the outer door, 
but she was so frightened that someone would open the inner door that her 
fright drowned out any prurient sensations she had hoped to enjoy. Almost 
immediately she pulled on her clothes and fastened the front of her jeans. 

"Wow!" scoffed Mandy. "You didn't even sit down!" 

"I did enough!" Dotty defended herself. 

"Well, it doesn't matter," Mandy said, her mind moving quickly to her next 
idea. "Okay, now you be the mother," she said and Dotty saw the craftiness 
in her eyes. She could tell there was going to be more to it than that! 

"Yeah," she said. "You don't have a poker face, Mandy," she told her friend 
in the same way her own father told her that he saw through her scheming 
little mind. "You're up to something!" 

Mandy laughed a little lewdly for a child her age. "I'm always up to 
something, Mommy," she admitted, pushing her lower lip out in a pout. "I'm 
sorry I'm so naughty, Mommy. Are you going to spank me, Mommy?" she asked, 
pretending to look fearful. 

Dotty knew immediately what she was supposed to say and a new surge of 
electric tingling rippled through her back. She half-guessed how far Mandy 
was planning to go in this and in spite of her fears, her heart beat a 
little faster in anticipation. "Yes... yes," she stuttered. "I guess I'd 
better give you... give you a very hard spanking unless you'd rather wait 
for your father." Dotty was quoting her own mother, who used to threaten her 
that way until she realized that the reason Dotty preferred to wait for her 
father was that her father and mother would be too busy arguing when he got 
home for anyone to remember Dotty at all! The blonde, pig-tailed Dorothy 
Cotton was a bigger girl than Mandy. She was going to be a big girl and was 
already much stronger than Mandy. She reached down and set the block on a 
straight surface so that it wouldn't rock and then sat down on it, to make a 
lap for Mandy to bend over. 

Mandy stood before her friend, breathing heavily and with a new excitement 
in her eyes that was very different from anything Dotty had seen before. Her 
brown eyes seemed almost glazed as though she were looking not at Dotty but 
through her somewhere. "Spank me hard," she suddenly said and although she 
looked serious, Dotty had to question her. 

"Really?" she asked her friend in disbelief. She could not fathom anyone's 
wanting to be spanked hard! 

"As hard as you can," Mandy told her, again pulling down her jeans to her 
knees and then in a more tantalizing way her white little panties. 

"Wh... what if someone comes?" Dotty asked, becoming panic-stricken again as 
she stared at the delicate white little cunt mound up between her friend's 
long legs. 

"No one is home," Mandy breathed. "I figured it all out. Our families are at 
work and so is Mrs. Smithers. The apartment under you isn't rented yet and 
Frannie and Sully go to her mother's on Wednesday." 

Dotty recognized the truth in all her friend said, but neither of them had a 
watch and who wanted to go way upstairs to find out the time? Still, it was 
not long since they had gotten out of school and it didn't feel as though 
they were close to supper time. "Yeah, all right," Dotty agreed. "Are you 
going to bend down over my knee? That's the best way!" 

"Yes," Mandy agreed and bent herself over her girlfriend's long thighs so 
that her naked little ass-cheeks were fully exposed. "I'll have to try to 
fight if we're going to play it right," Mandy said. "You can hold me down 
though," she grinned back over her shoulder, fully aware of her friend's 
superior strength. "Go ahead!" she offered jovially, adjusting herself for 
more comfort while Dotty raised her legs and leaned back a little more to 
keep her friend from rolling off them. Their tight young pussies were almost 
pressed together, except that Dottie's wasn't naked like Mandy's. 

As Dotty looked down at the darker girl's quivering white buttocks, the 
thought of hitting her, even of hurting her, became strangely pleasurable. 
She experimentally slapped at one of the naked ass-cheeks, not as hard as 
she could have but hard enough to make a very faint pink impression. 

"No, Mommy, no!" Mandy started to mock-whimper and she kicked her toes on 
the marble floor as though in protest. 

"I'm going to give you just what you deserve," Dotty told her, trying to 
sound like an angry mother. Actually she was becoming entranced by the whole 
idea. She could hardly wait to start... really start! The white moons of the 
soft, full-rounded buttocks stared up at her. She noticed the contrast of 
their whiteness with the brown of Mandy's legs. She also thought she saw 
them quiver, perhaps with the same anticipation she was feeling. 

"Please, Mommy, I'm sorry," Mandy lisped as a tiny child. 

Dorothy Cotton could not help herself. She felt all her strength rush 
through her arm as she raised her right hand high over her head. It actually 
made a whirring sound as she sliced it through the air and landed it with a 
resounding smack on the other girl's bare buttocks. 

"Aaaaauuuggghhh!" Mandy cried, the breath escaping her lungs in an 
uncontrollable gush. 

"Oh," Dotty came to. "Did I hurt you?" 

"That... that's all right," Mandy said bravely. "I want you to... every 
slap, just like that!" 

Dotty could hardly believe her ears but her whole body seemed to take fire 
at the lewd invitation, and again she whacked the naked resilient flesh as 
hard as she could, paying little attention to Mandy's reactions as the other 
girl winced from the sharp tingling pain. Mandy did a little struggling but 
Dotty kept a firm hold on her while she watched the whitish imprint of her 
hand turn to red and then fade away. Again she slammed her palm down, even 
harder this time, and again Mandy cried out in a partially muffled grunt. 
Dotty could not see the tears beginning to come to her friend's eyes and 
Mandy kept her face averted so she couldn't... not until it was over. 

Dotty began to rain slaps faster on her now until the white, fleshy young 
buttocks-cheeks turned a bright red color without fading. Each slap had 
begun to send Mandy's naked young pussy grinding down into Dotty's lap in a 
natural attempt to escape the harsh, stinging pain. "Please... Mommy," Mandy 
was sputtering, trying to retain her role. "Please, Mommy. I... I won't do 
it again!" 

By now Dotty was unable to hear her, so lost was she in what she felt 
building in her own body, the rising tension, the tingles and heat, the 
quickened heartbeat. She seemed mesmerized even by the up and down movement 
of her own hand, and a fixed, wicked little grin slowly spread over her 
beautiful childish features. It was a strange, almost eerie combination of 
sensations that were making it impossible to stop her punishing task even if 
Mandy had wanted her to. The slap-slap sound of her hand against her 
friend's naked young asscheeks, Mandy's mock cries and pleas for mercy, the 
pounding of her friend's loins into her crotch, all sparked an unnatural 
flame deep within her. Her inner thighs and everywhere between her legs felt 
a part of the urgent slapping. Each hard, cruel stroke of her hand sent 
jolts of electricity through her stomach and into the secret little area of 
her cunt where Mandy's jolted against hers. 

Mandy's voice was becoming a steady whine now, interspersed with 
unintelligible pleas for mercy that may or may not have been sincere, Dotty 
no longer knew. Hypnotically, she slashed on and on with her hand until she 
began to feel a dull ache in her palm, but still she could not stop. There 
was a connection between the rising and falling of her hand and the churning 
that was increasing in intensity throughout the lower part of her aching 
body. Her little clitoris felt as though it were going to burst into flames 
and she leaned back a little to allow her thrashing friend's naked pussy 
lips more access up between her legs. Perspiration was pouring down Dotty's 
face, and her chest was heaving. Her knees and thighs felt numb and sore 
from the weight of Mandy's body. Her upper arm began to ache and felt as 
heavy as a sledgehammer, but still, as if guided by an unknown demoniacal 
power, it kept rising and descending. Her eyes were now closed and nothing 
mattered to Dotty but the great swirls of heat that were engulfing her own 
tightly pressed young cunt and even to some extent the small developing 
mounds of her breasts. She felt deliciously and utterly possessed. 

Mandy writhed in searing conflict between the pain and the lewd sensations 
that had finally begun to overtake and surpass the sharp smarting of her 
ass. Dotty's arm was gripping her tightly and her whole body ached from the 
uncomfortable, bending position over her friend's knees. Still the sensual 
thrill of being spanked was just strong enough to keep her from wrenching 
free, and although every slap sent fresh pain shooting up from her ass to 
her back, it sent fresh thrills as well into her breasts and stomach and 
down into her cuntal area. The hard muscles of Dotty's legs felt like 
granite, and she wondered how this was all going to stop. Her head was 
spinning and her tear-stained cheeks had been dry a few moments as it seemed 
as though she could no longer feel anything whatever on her ass, but 
something... something felt ready to burst in her loins! 

Suddenly Dotty lurched and began slapping even harder and faster, buffeting 
Mandy's naked little pussy unmercifully between her downward hand and her 
upwardly grinding cunt mound and Mandy, too, felt on the brink of a wild, 
orgasmic explosion. Neither of them was able to stop in time when the outer 
door lurched open and someone's mighty swing almost sent the door against 
Dotty's bent knees. Before entering the inner door to the foyer and stairway 
to his flat, Kenneth Cotton, who had stopped for a couple of fast whiskeys 
on his way home, stumbled to the mailbox. But before he could look in, he 
felt the presence of someone and looked where the girls were frozen 
momentarily in their salacious action. At first his golden brown eyes, the 
color of Dotty's, stared in astonishment, then he straightened up, removed 
his hat and unconsciously patted the spot on his dark head where the hair 
had just about fallen out completely. Forgetting the mail, he lewdly grinned 
with what he hoped was an innocent looking and polite smile, then reeled 
through the inner door while the girls collapsed off the block as Mandy 
struggled to pull the panties and jeans up over her brightly smarting young 
buttocks. 

Ken had certainly tried to control his facial expression, but what in hell 
do you do when you come upon something like that? For Christ sake! Right 
there in the open hall, where anyone could just walk in or out! Christ, what 
nerve! A bear-like snarl of hearty laughter erupted from his throat before 
he could reach the second landing even though he had tried hard to hold 
himself in until he reached the top floor. Christ, it was lucky her mother 
hadn't walked in on it, he thought. Phoebe! Oh, God, Phoebe would burst a 
blood vessel if she saw that! She'd lay an egg... probably piss her pants, 
though she'd never admit it! Christ! He felt his cock rising to tumescence 
as he recalled the beet-red ass of the kid across the hall, and his own 
young daughter, Dorothy, was laying it on her! Christ Almighty! 

What had brought him home earlier than Phoebe was due tonight of all nights? 
He hunted in his pants pockets for his key, and finding it, let himself into 
the cheap, oily-smelling flat. It was impossible to keep the oily odor from 
the hall floors out of the flat itself, but after a few minutes, you got 
used to it. Ken Cotton, in spite of the inciting scene downstairs and his 
relief that his wife had not been the one to stumble on it as well as his 
attempts to remember what it was that sent him, from Eddie's Bar earlier 
tonight, remembered in his alcoholic haze, to go into the bathroom and hang 
his hat in the closet. Goddamned place with the hall closet in the bathroom, 
he thought as he always did whenever he had to use it! But he knew that such 
architectural oddities were not uncommon in the remodeled houses on Winter 
Hill. In many of the places, for instance, the bathroom was off the kitchen 
instead of the hallway because that arrangement eliminated changing all the 
plumbing. In Jake Haskell's dump across the street, you had to go through 
the bedroom to get to the livingroom! His own mother lived in one in which 
they had put the tub where it was convenient, which happened to be at the 
middle of the kitchen wall. Then they put the flush in next to it and walled 
it all in so the kitchen had another room in it that looked like a big 
wardrobe! Well, the rent was cheap and that's what counted. What the hell! 
No one ever went into his mother's kitchen... except to go to the bathroom! 
He broke out into an audible chuckle at the thought. 

Phoebe would be home soon. Christ! He'd better get himself a double shot of 
whiskey and his cigarette machine before she came and started ranting about 
his drinking and the tobacco he was bound to spill on his easy chair. Might 
as well get his cigarettes rolled in peace. He always made a mess of them 
with her squawking in his ear! Throughout all his little ministrations over 
his comfort, the picture of Mandy with her little red naked ass sticking 
straight up in the air hung like a stalking spider in his mind. Christ, he'd 
love to do that to Phoebe! The very thought of it made his cock lurch in his 
pants and almost knocked his little cigarette-rolling machine off his lap. 
He thought too, with an amused smile to himself, that it was a shame the 
girls were otherwise involved since they loved to watch him roll his 
cigarettes. In fact, he had Dotty so that she was pretty good at it herself 
now. Christ, the next thing you know, they'd be hitting his tobacco. He'd 
better hide it where those two little devils couldn't find it! 

Finally, he had two fine cigarettes ready, and shoving the machine and other 
paraphernalia under his chair, he kicked off his shoes, placed his feet on 
the ottoman and with the double whiskey comfortably at his elbow, lit up. He 
had a few moments of peace before Phoebe arrived. He heard her harsh key in 
the lock and steeled himself for the inevitable. He knew the almost bald 
spot on the top of his head was just visible over the top of his chair from 
the hallway. Purposely he blew a heavy smoke ring into the air over his 
head. He was a real champ at that. He couldn't even teach anyone how to do 
it although he'd put a lot of earnest effort into Jake. Oh, well. It took 
talent, he figured happily, but it was only another of his talents that 
aggravated his wife. He heard her stalk into the living room, indignantly. 

"You home?" she asked. 

"No," he answered. "I sent my ghost in to test the weather!" That was a 
pretty good one, he thought, chuckling to himself. 

"Oh, aren't we the smart shit tonight!" she exclaimed and disappeared into 
the kitchen. 

Shit, huh? he thought, blowing another smoke ring high into the air, smiling 
until a sudden idea gripped him. He stared for a moment at the brown liquid, 
still untouched, in the glass beside his chair. Mandy's little ass waved in 
his memory until it was replaced with the thought of Phoebe's soft, white 
skin. He figured he had his choice, another drink, which would probably 
knock him out or at least out of commission... or... or... a little fun like 
he had not had for quite awhile! With a surprising spring to his action, he 
bounced out of his chair and advanced toward the kitchen where his wife 
seemed quieter than usual. 

"Goddamned bitch!" he growled but not without grinning so that she was 
confused by the contrast between his words and the smile on his face. 

"Leave me alone, you bastard!" she retaliated in kind although without the 
smile. She went on about turning the gas on under the large pot of water she 
had put on the stove. 

At that moment, Ken grabbed his wife's arm and turned her toward him, 
tightening his grip as she struggled. "Baby!" he spit at her, still 
grinning. 

"I don't know what you've got on your mind," she told him, "but I'm making 
supper. If you're not hungry, you've got a kid to feed, remember?" 

"She won't be around for awhile," he told her authoritatively. 

"Yeah," she snarled, and he got rough, yanking her after him down the 
hallway into the living room. She couldn't decipher his mood. He didn't seem 
to be angry or upset. The only affection he had entertained for several 
years now was for his daughter or his mother. Phoebe was a relatively small 
woman and Ken's tight grip was more painful on her arm than he intended. She 
began to whimper softly, and when he pushed her down onto his own chair, 
face down, she lay, half-sprawled there and shielding her eyes. She felt his 
presence towering over her like the colossus he thought he was. Her husband, 
the salesman who couldn't sell a pair of shoelaces anymore, thought he was 
the biggest thing on ten toes. Christ, didn't he love his feelings of power 
and masculinity! Why in hell didn't she leave him? She wanted to! She was 
sick and tired of working her fingers to the bone supporting him. Why should 
she? Hell, she worked all day and then came home and did the washing and the 
housework and every other damn thing! In her big shot husband's opinion, 
Dotty was too young to help! Christ, what did he think Phoebe was, some kind 
of perpetual machine? 

"Get away from me, you lousy bastard!" she spat over her shoulder. Her eyes 
were full of tears by this time and her mouth was quivering. 

"Now, baby," he suddenly said rather softly for him. He was pulling the 
zipper down on her dress without her even knowing, and suddenly he was 
slipping it over her shoulders and down her arms. She lay, cringing in the 
chair, her body cooling in the open air, wishing she could crawl under the 
big sloppy cushion of the chair and hide. Absent-mindedly, she picked up a 
tiny shaving of tobacco that lay just in front of her left eye and 
automatically reached up to the ashtray with it. She saw the just snuffed 
cigarette and the glass of booze that didn't look touched. 

"You're drunk," she accused him but was not sure. 

"Naw, baby. Do I have to be drunk to want to fuck you? Ain't you got more 
pride than that?" he asked with a rough good-natured tone that she could 
hardly believe. 

"We can't," she said, trying to raise herself from the chair. "Dotty will be 
in..." 

"Dotty won't be in for a good long time. Now you just relax." 

"Ken!" 

"Shut up!" he ordered her, getting rough and a trifle uglier than she cared 
to have him. And so she sighed and sank her cheek back into the cushion, 
wishing there were some way to at least hide her nakedness. She knew better 
than to argue after all these years. 

Her bra shone eerily in the dim room, made dark and dreary by all of the 
dark woodwork and dirty paint. He bent over her craftily and with a swift 
flip, undid the hook so that the garment fell down her arms and her breasts 
dropped freely away. They trembled immediately in the air, goose bumps 
standing out over the full smooth orbs. The nipples rose to turgidity, their 
red tips visible even from his awkward angle above her. Next he pulled the 
dress off her hips and raising her body with one arm, wrenched that and the 
panties from her loins, hearing something tear a little, but discarding them 
all in a heap behind him. He took a step back to admire his work. She lay 
there now, completely naked, her legs drawn up to protect herself and her 
arms folded over her breasts to shield their tenderness from whatever 
bestiality he had in mind tonight. What she was secretly hoping was that it 
would be one of those times when he stripped her for the sheer fun of that 
alone and then waddled off to sleep off the drunk he was in. The only 
problem with that hope was the he didn't seem quite drunk enough. 

He knelt over her, drinking in her beautiful nakedness, revelling, too, in 
her bewildered fright. He couldn't make up his mind on what approach to use. 
Should he terrify her? Or would it be more fun to pretend to love her and 
then turn on her the way the whole damn world had suddenly turned on him, 
shutting its doors in his face the way his wife shut her cunt to him every 
chance she got! But he hadn't the stomach for hypocrisy. His self-loathing 
would spill out on her and give the game away. He had always thought his own 
honesty was the best sales tool he had. Lately he was beginning to wonder. 
Maybe honesty was a weakness. He found it impossible to defend some of the 
products he was given to sell, and that meant no commissions and eventually 
no job. What in hell does a man do when there is nothing else he can do? 
These were bad times! He wished he could talk to Phoebe about those things, 
but he couldn't. She sold clothing to women customers and could tell them 
they looked ten years younger without batting an eye. She could be glib. He 
couldn't. "When you've got bills to pay and stomachs to feed," she often 
told him acidly, "you learn to survive!" 

As these thoughts coursed through his mind, tears burned the lids of his 
eyes and he hated her because she was both right and wrong and he didn't 
know what to do! He stared at the nakedly stripped figure of his wife now, 
remembering all her nights of coldness and her self-righteous sneers but 
most of all seeing the icy wall of refusal to understand with which she 
shielded herself from him. With a growl, he flung himself down on top of her 
and began to cover her white body with hard, biting kisses, sinking his 
teeth into her naked flesh, with the regularity of a hungered vampire. 
Little moans of agony wrung themselves from Phoebe's throat, and she twisted 
under the sharp pain of his teeth. His arms held her in a wrestler's grip, 
and she was unable to move her body. His fingers dug into her flesh, sending 
a searing pain rocketing through her, then one big hand shot out and grabbed 
her by her short blonde hair. He pulled her until her head was pressed back, 
and he maneuvered her down onto the floor until she was kneeling on all 
fours. Still holding her by the hair, he stood up and straddled her like a 
rider, sitting down just heavily enough to push the breath out of her. 

"What the hell are you doing, Ken?" she managed to ask when she was able to 
refill her lungs. Her back swayed under him. She knew he was supporting some 
of his weight with his feet on the floor, but she could not sink out from 
under him because of his grip on her hair. Then, after slightly massaging 
them first, he slapped her on her bare buttocks, not hard, for she had 
warned him long ago that if he beat her, she would take him to court and he 
would never see Dotty again! He was not really a sadistic man anyway, she 
knew. The situation had induced so much curiosity in her that her sobs had 
dried up long ago. Now he started bouncing on her, up and down, up and down, 
until finally she could stand it no longer and collapsed in a heap, doubled 
with pain. 

"Oh, baby," he soothed. "You should have told me so I could let go of your 
hair," he said with a perfectly straight face. "Here, let me help you up." 
Still kneeling, he grasped her by the hips and pulled her back up on all 
fours. Phoebe was sure that his moment of playfulness was about over, and 
she considered it wiser to play along now rather than rekindle his interest 
by a battle. He knelt behind her, his fingers digging into the soft moons of 
her buttocks. He ran his hand along the vertebrae of her back, pushing down 
painfully on each one, just enough to make his wife gasp a little before 
moving on to the next. Then he pushed her head down toward the rug until her 
naked white buttocks were waving defenselessly back in the air. The softness 
of the carpet tickled her nose and threatened to make her sneeze, but she 
didn't dare object. Her cool ass-cheeks felt defenseless and unprotected and 
she hoped and prayed that he was right about Dotty, although it might be a 
good thing for the child to find out what her idol of a father was really 
like! She tried to clench her buttocks together, but Ken slowly spread them 
wide, stretching the soft yielding crevice almost to the straining point. He 
stared at the puckered little ring of her anus, nestled between the full 
quivering melons, the wrinkled brown skin contracting slightly. He could see 
the pink split of her cunt beneath it and the sensuous button of her 
clitoris was barely visible through the rich blonde jungle of her pubic 
hair. A faint piquant odor of cuntal secretions rose to greet his nostrils, 
and they flared wide as they inhaled the pungent smell. Deliberately he 
lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue along the full length of the 
widespread crevice, which caused Phoebe to pull forward in an attempt to 
escape the salacious licking of his tongue. But he held her fast and she 
could only submit to his perverted licking. His tongue grazed tantalizingly 
at the tiny elastic ring, jabbing at it, testing its resiliency. He nipped 
at the smooth fleshy cheeks, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, and his 
bristly chin rubbed into her tender buttocks, sand-papering the skin into a 
sexy redness that made him smile. He raised a finger and began to probe at 
the tightly resisting rectum as if mesmerized by the tiny quivering nether 
entrance. 

Ken was beginning to feel as if he were possessed by a demoniacal being who 
steered him onto greater atrocities, which for the most part, he knew he 
must resist. He had to retain control of himself up to a point, but he was 
spell-bound by the lewdly exciting acts he was perpetrating on his wife, 
without objections! Their very perversity and her silence only spurred him 
on. Stealthily he began to prod at her virgin anus. Phoebe kept waiting for 
him to give up although she, too, felt... interested in his probings. 

She didn't know what madness had possessed her husband. She only wished that 
it would hurry and pass so that she could get back to making dinner. Now she 
winced as she felt his finger probing teasingly at her back passage. What 
was he going to do? Why didn't he leave that place alone? "Aaaarrrggghhhh!" 
she gasped wildly as the finger, just the tip, penetrated the little tight 
elastic opening and entered her rectum. Weirdly feeling flashes of sensation 
shot through her. She felt as if her entire back passage was being stretched 
wide. She ground her naked buttocks wildly from side to side in an attempt 
to dislodge the invader, but nothing seemed to help. Desperately she put her 
hand back there, and through the mindless daze of pain, reached for the 
intruding finger and yanked it out with new found strength. But then, there 
it was again, but this time it sunk farther up inside! 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she shrieked, the new intrusion more shocking to her 
senses than the last one. 

"Aw, it doesn't hurt that much," he hissed. "Stop fighting it!" 

She ground her head into the rug and tried hard to take his advice, anything 
that might work! The finger remained there, imbedded all the way up in her 
virginal little asshole, and then it began to probe around inside the warm, 
spongy walls, widening and stretching them as he wished. His other hand 
still dug tightly into her hip and her entire body was trembling in 
confusion. Her knees ached a little now from being ground into the carpet, 
and her entire frame was uncomfortable from the unnaturalness of her 
position. Finally, to her intense relief, she felt the finger being 
withdrawn from her widely stretched rectum, and the slight sensuous 
discomfort which had harried her entire dorsal bone, eased a little. Then, 
however, she felt her ass-cheeks being stretched again until she thought the 
skin would break between them. She heard the sounds of clothes being 
removed, and she knew that her husband was preparing himself for a much 
longer time of it than she had thought. Now he was behind her once more, and 
she felt the full length of his steel-hard prick pressing up into her 
buttocks. It felt huge and long, and she shuddered at the thought of the 
strength with which he would plunge it into her. 

Kenneth Cotton looked down at his erection in satisfaction. He was proud of 
this one thing that no one had been able to destroy, not even his wife. He 
couldn't help shuffling around so that he came within Phoebe's line of 
vision, and he paraded his manhood obscenely in front of her blanched face. 
She stared at it as if hypnotized, as if she had never seen it before, and 
he dangled the obese instrument a few scant inches from her eyes. He cackled 
with mock sadism as he strutted back to his former position behind the 
helplessly kneeling figure of his fragile-looking wife. Again he tested the 
lust-inflated head at the tiny anal opening, barely stretched by his probing 
finger. Then with a swift, sure lunge, he jerked forward and succeeded in 
implanting the tip of his cock inside her tormented rectum. 

A long low moan of pure animal pain sounded in the dark living room, and 
Phoebe moaned again and again, the old sobs again wrenching themselves 
painfully from her demented body. Feebly she tried to move her buttocks away 
from the cruelly skewering pole of lust-hardened cock flesh but her strength 
was ebbing and she could manage only a few faint jerks. Somewhere in the 
hazy reaches of her mind, she remembered that the pain of this kind of entry 
was not supposed to last, that it did dissipate after awhile. She reached as 
well for his advice about relaxing and honestly tried as best she could. 
What mostly amazed her was her lack of energy for anger or rebellion. 
Perhaps once the pain subsided, she could retrieve her old self and give him 
battle! 

Still holding her fast in his strong grip, Ken began to fuck forward, 
thrusting his giant shaft into the tightly clinging depths of his wife's 
back passage. He could feel her body quivering under his touch and her 
screams still rent the air. On his left, out of the corner of his eye, he 
could see his double whiskey still sitting undisturbed on the end table. 
After this, she wasn't going to object to his drink and cigarette before 
dinner... and perhaps drink and cigarette after dinner as well! What an 
evening and what a beginning for it, he grinned, reaming forward with his 
sodomizing prick boring deeper and deeper up into his wife's elastically 
expanding little rectum. 

Phoebe's thoughts were blank. She was conscious of nothing but the teasing, 
dull discomfort. Even moments of shame and mortification had hovered briefly 
to disappear in the more important desire to be released from this weird, 
unnatural coupling. Oh God, she thought, how can he do this depraved thing 
to me? She had never known him to be really cruel and wondered if there were 
some special thing she had done or that he thought she had done. She knew 
she was not easy to live with, but why couldn't he understand how tired she 
was? All day long she had to cater to people who sought only to use her and 
she came home to the very same treatment. She worked all day and she worked 
all night because neither her husband nor her daughter could so much as pick 
up a magazine after themselves or do a laundry or wash a damn dish! 

"Oh, Ken, please stop!" she sobbed mindlessly, her buttocks thrashing with 
new strength all of a sudden. 

Ken, goaded on by the whining quality of her plea, fucked forward and sunk 
even more of his hungry cock into the smooth rubbery walls of her widely 
distended back passage. "In a minute," he gasped with a low chuckle. 

Phoebe ceased struggling when she realized that her every movement only 
served to draw the heavily stiffened cock even further up into the depths of 
her belly. Lewd, wild sensations spread like wildfire through her body as 
she felt the straining cheeks of her ass being stretched and pulled even 
further apart to allow her husband to sink his thickly hardened cock deeper 
up into her virginal anal channel. Then, all of a sudden with one 
buttocks-flattening lunge, he was all the way in! He had buried every 
peripheral inch of his hardened rod into her wide-split rectum! Moaning 
piteously, she could feel his balls, dangling lewdly with their heavy load 
of sperm, slapping down against her open cunt, the crinkly skin curiously 
exciting the tender lips of her naked pussy. She lay completely still, 
hardly daring to breathe, fearful of increasing the depth of his fucking by 
any unnecessary motion. Her hips, still gripped by his strong hands, were 
numb and the only thing she was conscious of was the enormous cock pressing 
solidly up into her unnaturally widened anus, the hard' fleshy length of it 
stretching and expanding the softly yielding flesh before it. 

Kenneth stared down at his lust-hardened cock sunk deep up into his wife's 
tender little asshole. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink inner ridges 
as they clung tightly to his withdrawing pole. Then still watching the 
disappearing length, he rammed it even further up into her until his balls 
were wedged tight up between the soft, curl-fringed lips of cunt mouth 
below. He could feel his wife periodically trying to clench her buttocks to 
squeeze him out, but her tightening only increased the pressure on his cock, 
transporting him to new ecstasy. 

To her intense relief, Phoebe felt the discomfort abate, and she could feel 
her breath coming almost normally again. The feeling of his prick inside her 
rectum was even beginning to comfort her, ironically. As her husband began a 
rhythmic little fucking motion in and out of her wide-stretched anal 
passage, she began to wonder what had brought on this strange new act, this 
base action that he had never tried before. What had she ever done to 
deserve this sudden, strange anal fucking? She didn't think she could ever 
face him again after this. Hanging on to a dead marriage, especially if it 
was going to be brutal, was more than anyone could humanly expect of her for 
the sake of a child! 

Suddenly her thoughts were blanked out by the recognition of a new feeling 
beginning deep within her, a small needleprick of fire. The tingling quickly 
grew and horror blinded her as she realized that her body was going to 
betray her! She was actually going to begin to enjoy being fucked like this! 
She clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to drown out the burning 
that was there, but to no avail. The desire grew until the flames licked up 
and spread like wildfire through her entire body. She felt completely 
charged with electricity, and even the tips of her fingers tingled until she 
thought she could feel sparks crackling from them. Oh God, she thought 
miserably. I'm just as bad as he is! A strange masochistic pleasure began to 
swirl in her belly, and from her lovely face, buried in the cushion, a low 
ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly awakening body began to, 
against her will, force an undulation of her buttocks, and she began to 
clench her ass-cheeks fist-like, this time to draw in deeper the fleshy rod 
of her husband's penis. 

Kenneth Cotton, sensing his wife's surrender, felt a flush of exultant pride 
overtake him, and he renewed his efforts, sending his cock slicing through 
her cock-widened passage, surging forward until the base was flush against 
her sphincter and his balls buffeted hard against her upraised cunt. Then he 
withdrew the long shaft quickly, allowing just the head to remain inside, 
noting with satisfaction the satiny sheen of her inner lubricants coating 
his prick, before battering forward again like a charger. 

All thoughts of the lewdness of her position vanished from her thoughts and 
she was obsessed with a flood of ecstatic and masochistic joy which 
enveloped her like a whirlpool. Phoebe rocked her buttocks against her 
husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum hard back against the oncoming 
pole, trying to devour every millimeter of its length in her forever 
stretched anal canal. 

"Oooohhhhh," she whined through clenched teeth, "Fuck it, please! Fuck it 
harder..." 

Ken, incited by her lewd command, began to fuck even more furiously into her 
until his breathing was ragged and the muscles on his thighs stood out like 
whipcords against his flesh. 

"Eeeeeehhhhh!" she moaned again, "Fuck meeeeeee, Ken!" Her body thrashed 
uncontrollably as her ass rose hungrily to meet his powerfully driving cock. 
The salacious thought of what her husband was doing to her drove into an 
incredible frenzy of lust and she was aware of nothing but the obscene 
smacking sound of her husband's hips against her ass and the soft whispering 
of her breasts brushing her arms. She could feel her rectum contracting of 
its own volition around the deeply skewering cock, and then she heard her 
husband begin to mouth obscenities at her. 

"Christ! Fuck back! Fuck back! I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" His hot river of 
semen swept like a floodtide deep up into her anal passage, sending wildly 
searing joy and masochistic pleasure shooting through her as she felt the 
stinging liquid burning hotly into her now tightly clinging rectal walls. 
She could feel every throbbing sensation of his prick as it pumped out in 
heavy pulsating spurts its warm load of wet milky fluid deep up into her 
wildly clasping anal depths. Then an almost insane convulsion of pleasure 
overwhelmed her, and she was flailing madly, her knees digging into the rug, 
her hands clutching at the short fibers and even at her own hair while her 
ass was battering desperately back up against her husband's deflating cock 
as she felt her entire body caught in the mainstream of a tremendous 
rectum-flaring orgasm which lifted her up and pounded her down again like a 
grain of helpless sand caught in the wind. 

Finally they were still and their declining panting filled the room. 
Phoebe's eyes were closed and the last thing in the world she wanted to do 
was to move or make supper. She felt her husband stirring and for the first 
time in years, felt regret as his flaccid prick slipped out from her 
cum-flooded asshole with a slight little sucking noise. She heard him get up 
and pick up his clothing, then move toward the bathroom. She sighed heavily. 
Far be it from him to think of letting her go first so that she could work 
on dinner while he showered. Sadly she picked herself up from the floor, 
picked up her scattered clothing and went into the bedroom to find her robe. 
If only once he would do something thoughtful. Not just for her... for 
anyone! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Mandy Carillo heard Ken's laughter in the hallway before he reached the 
second landing. Poor Dotty was too terrified to hear anything. She began to 
shake uncontrollably and the tears began to well into her golden brown eyes. 
Her neck and face were already red hot with embarrassment and fear. Mandy, 
on the other hand, turned ice cold and remained frozen until suddenly, she 
heard her friend's father laugh. "He's laughing! Listen!" She turned and 
shook the bowed shoulder of her playmate. "Listen, Dotty! He's laughing! He 
thinks it's funny!" 

"He may not think it's so funny later," Dotty sobbed. 

"Oh, silly! Mandy said disgustedly. "What can he say when he's already 
laughed! All you have to say is, 'but Daddy, you were laughing!' What can he 
say to that?" 

"What if he tells my mother?" 

"Would he?" 

Dotty could not recall any time that her father had ratted on her, but this 
was different. "This is, well, maybe... oh, I don't know!" she finally 
wailed. 

Mandy thought a minute. "But... but I was the one with my panties down, 
Dotty," she mused. 

"What if he tells your father?" 

"He hardly knows my father," Mandy maintained. She was becoming more and 
more convinced that the laughter was a very healthy sign. 

"Oh, Mandy," Dotty started to whimper again. "I'm not going to be able to 
sleep for a week wondering what he'll do!" 

"Why?" Mandy asked. "If he doesn't do anything tonight, why would he do 
anything later?" 

It was at that moment that the big outside door lurched feebly and then 
opened. It was Dotty's mother, weary of working all day and weary of the 
evening ahead, even before it happened. She caught sight of the girls out of 
the corner of her eye but was too tired to notice anything amiss in their 
troubled faces. She told Dotty automatically that it would soon be time for 
supper and that she was not to be late. Then she was gone again. They heard 
her climbing the stairs heavily for her delicate size. 

Mandy's brow was puckered. "I think we ought to follow her upstairs!" 

"W... why?" Dotty asked, surprised. 

"To listen. See if he tells her anything. He'll do it right now if he's 
going to!" 

"Do you think so?" Dotty asked, still trembling at the very thought of 
entering her own home at this point. Still, it did make sense to her when 
she thought about it. 

"Come on!" Mandy commanded. 

"We've got to take our things in!" Dotty reminded her. 

"Yeah! Well, let's hurry!" Mandy pulled the outer door in to open it with a 
superhuman effort, and they both went out onto the front porch to pick up 
their carriages and dolls and the dishes stacked in one corner that served 
as the kitchen. Pulling it together, they hauled it around back in one load. 
Getting it up the dark stairway took two trips. Quickly they deposited their 
toys in Mandy's bedroom, and then, hand in hand, crossed the hall to Dotty's 
front door. Both of them listened for a long time, trying to decide where 
Ken and Phoebe were. 

"She can't be in the kitchen," whispered Dotty. "I can't hear her making 
supper." 

"Open the door a little," Mandy commanded. 

"What if they see us?" 

"You have a right to go into your own house, don't you!" Mandy said 
indignantly as though her friend had been refused at some time this legal 
access to her own home. 

Dotty said nothing but with shaking hand turned her key in the lock and 
pushed the big dark door open a couple of inches. Carefully they listened, 
and hearing the muffled voices from the living room, grew bolder and tried 
sneaking into the hallway. 

"We can't," Phoebe was saying from behind the wingback chair in the living 
room. "Dotty will be in..." 

"Dotty won't be in for a good long time," Dotty's father was growling. "Now 
you just relax," he said. 

"Ken!" Phoebe objected. Both girls instinctively dropped to the floor and 
peered under the big chair. They could see Phoebe's knees on the floor and a 
bit of Ken's gray pants. 

"Shut up!" Ken was telling her harshly. Then there was nothing to hear but 
Phoebe's sigh and finally a few little gasps and cries. Mandy looked at her 
friend with surprised and strangely glittering eyes. 

"Come on!" she whispered excitedly, pulling her friend toward the bathroom. 
Mandy was a natural eavesdropper and understood far better than Dotty could 
just what was going on in the living room. Tom Carillo, Mandy's young 
father, occasionally brought a girl up to their place, and Mandy had learned 
that it was a lot of fun to pretend to be asleep until her father finally 
escorted his company into the locked privacy of his own room. She had even 
seen enough of the preliminary courting in the living room to understand 
that the bedroom promised even more interesting activities. After dragging 
Dotty quietly into the bathroom, she whispered, "He's not going to say 
anything! They're fucking!" 

"F... fucking?" her poor friend stuttered. 

"Sure! You know what fucking is, don't you!" 

"Oh, of course," Dotty whispered back, insulted. "It's just that... it's 
just that they're in the living room!" 

"Well, so what! My father always starts out in the living room," Mandy told 
her friend. "It's natural." Then another realization swept through the 
excited little girl. It was not usually very long after her father and his 
girl had gone into his room that he came out and went out into the bathroom. 
Occasionally he took a fast shower, though not always. However, he did 
always go into the bathroom. 

"I don't think that's what they're doing," Dotty said, nodding skeptically. 

But Mandy's mind had moved elsewhere and she didn't really care about what 
her friend believed. On the other hand, she very much wanted to be in the 
bathroom when her friend's father came in. Unwittingly, she wished aloud. 
"Gee, I wish we had a closet in our bathroom. Let's hide in yours!" 

"Let's go over to your house," Dotty said. 

"Shhhh! We can't leave now. What if they see us?" Mandy asked. "Come on, 
we'll hide in our closet until it's all clear." She led her friend into the 
hiding spot and poked a place for them at one end behind Phoebe's housecoat. 

"What do we do now?" Dotty wanted to know. 

"Just wait," Mandy told her. "You'll see." 

Cramped into the end of the closet, Mandy felt that it was much longer 
before Ken came in than it would have taken her own father to appear. There 
was no problem hearing him when he came. The closet door was one that 
wouldn't stay closed anyway. Mandy's heart gave a little leap when she heard 
the bathroom light click and saw the play of light and shadows spring to 
life over the clothes rack and against the back wall. Boldly, Mandy crept 
toward the opened door and peaked into the room. 

Ken was looking at his face in the mirror over the washbasin. He peered 
intently at the reflection of his eyes and examined his chin and cheeks 
minutely. But Mandy was more interested in the penis that lay flaccid, 
nestled against his dormant balls and looking like a harmless little worm. 
The dark pubic curls sprouted out around it, framing the sleeping flesh. It 
was rather disappointing. Dotty had crawled to the open door on her hands 
and knees now and was also peering around the edge of the door frame. Mandy 
heard her gasp, "I always thought it was bigger than that," Dotty whispered 
and Mandy hit her with her leg to shut her up. 

With a deep sigh, Ken was peeling off the jacket and shirt he still wore. 
His muscles flexed as he pulled his tee shirt off over his head and the 
girls were able to see his biceps rippling as he raised his arms. They 
noticed the long straight hair under his arms, and the profuse hairiness of 
his chest. Suddenly Ken turned to survey himself in the full-length mirror 
which was on the back of the door. Mandy and Dotty had an excellent side 
view of him, and they pinched each other as they peeped through the doorway, 
barely able to suppress their giggles. Dotty's father was running his hands 
up and down his sides. His stomach protruded slightly, but his buttocks were 
firm, and all in all, he was in fine shape for his age. His chest was 
muscular, and as he stood with legs slightly apart, he looked taller than 
his five feet ten. 

Then to the girls' amazement, he took his deflated penis in his right hand 
and began to tug playfully on it! They gasped as they saw him roll the 
protracted organ in his palms, and Dotty blinked her eyes in disbelief as 
she saw the member increase in size before her very eyes! They nudged each 
other as they saw him cup his balls in his left hand and weigh them gently 
in his palm. They could see the wrinkly skin squirm and contract in his hand 
as he pulled gently on them and then begin a soft pumping movement. 

"Wh... what's he doing?" Dotty whispered, her hidden eyes round like 
saucers. 

Mandy bent down close to her friend's ear. "Shhhh! I don't know. Maybe he's 
going to jack off!" 

"What's that?" Dotty asked as quietly as she could and still be heard. 

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!" Mandy retorted, her eyes 
still glued on the strange sight. 

Ken now turned around and his back was facing them. They could see from the 
mirror that he was still cupping his balls in his left hand, stroking and 
massaging his prick with the other. They saw him look over his back and 
buttocks and to their amazement, he flexed his buttocks, clenching and 
flaring the ass-cheeks rhythmically. 

Mandy felt hot all over. Little beads of perspiration broke out on her upper 
lip, and her hands felt clammy. There was a moistness growing down between 
her legs, and a tingle was beginning deep in her stomach. Her breasts were 
beginning to throb and it was all she could do to stop herself from ripping 
off her clothes and running into the bathroom to her friend's father. 

Dorothy was mesmerized by the sight of her own father naked. She had never 
seen anything like it, especially her own father. It had a very strange 
effect on her that she did not at all understand. She felt hot and cold all 
over, and she felt as if her entire body was bathed in sweat. Tremor after 
tremor shot through her and there was a strange gnawing in her breasts and 
between her legs. What was happening? Tentatively, she raised her hand and 
touched her small breasts with the palm of her hand. "Mmmmmm," she sighed 
barely audibly, "it feels so good." Closing her eyes, she drew the palm over 
the jutting points again and again, murmuring from the delicious contact. 
She raised her other hand, and she timidly touched the burning spot between 
her legs. She barely brushed it with her hand, but the split-second touch 
caused the sparks of fire to leap into a forest of flaming tongues. Glancing 
up at Mandy, she was amazed to see that her hand was groping at her breasts, 
too, and her eyes were still glued on the bathroom. 

Raising her eyes, Mandy was just in time to see Ken step into the shower. 
She suppressed a pang of disappointment as he drew the shower curtain, 
shutting off the wonderful view of his adult hardness from their eager eyes. 
"Oh damn!" Mandy murmured. "Why did he have to do that!" 

The girls watched the water spray down over him. Through the grayish 
near-transparency of the cheap shower curtain, they could see his 
silhouette. The shadow was distorted, and to their feverish eyes, his prick 
was twice as long and jutted out like a bayonet held aloft. They gaped as 
they saw his shadow soap his still erect penis and rub it lovingly. Dotty 
stroked her tiny breasts in time to his circular soaping, and Mandy ran her 
tongue over her parched lips. She had a cottony feeling in her mouth, and 
her whole body throbbed and ached. She didn't know what to do. She was 
afraid to touch her pussy for fear she would cum on the spot. Her nerve 
endings were a quivering mass of sensation, ready to ignite at the merest 
touch. Her glance fell on Dotty, who was stroking her breasts, oblivious to 
everything except the silhouette of her father in the shower. Mandy was 
surprised to see her palm cupped down against her pubic mound. 

Just then, Ken stepped out of the shower. The water dripped down, running in 
little streams down his face. His dark hair was plastered down and the spot 
that was thinning out in back was very clear. But Mandy felt little shivers 
of excitement run through her as she drank in the sight of his wet body. He 
began to dry himself, rubbing his body briskly with the towel. Mandy stifled 
a cry of excitement and fear combined as he walked toward them. The girls 
both stole quietly back behind the housecoat as he came to the open door and 
then stepped partly in to pull his bathrobe from a hook on the back wall. 
Mandy was disappointed. Obviously the wonderful sight of his naked 
masculinity would be denied her soon, and she wanted to prolong it forever. 
She wondered if he were going to his bedroom for more with his wife. She 
found herself wishing then that it was she who was in the bedroom instead of 
Phoebe. The throbbing between her legs intensified at the delicious thought, 
and she pressed her inner thighs closer together, to block out the yearning 
ache. Suddenly the light in the bathroom went out and Ken was gone! 

For a moment Mandy stood there. She saw that right next to her, Dotty was 
still gently stroking her breasts and didn't even seem to notice that her 
father had shut off the light and left the bathroom. She reached over and 
grabbed Dotty's wrist. 

"Oh!" Dotty jumped. 

"Sshhhhhhh!" Mandy hissed and led her into the darkened bathroom. On tip 
toe, Dotty followed her, assuming that they were going to leave. But with a 
rough gesture, Mandy pulled Dotty's hand toward her body where she had 
already opened and lowered her jeans. 

"What??" Dotty exclaimed almost too loudly. Wakened now from her sensuous 
reverie, she was frightened. Whatever Mandy had in mind, she didn't want to 
do it this time! "I want to get out of here," she began to whimper. 

"Shut up!" Mandy whispered harshly. "Do you want them to find us in here?" 

"No!" the frightened girl bawled. Mandy was still trying to force Dotty's 
hand down between her legs. "I don't want to do it, Mandy. It's wrong. Don't 
make me, please!" Dotty begged. 

"All I have to do is make a loud enough noise," the darker girl threatened. 

"Oh, no!" Dotty pleaded. "What is it you want?" she cried, capitulating. Now 
Mandy loosened her grip on Dotty's wrist and guided her hand, more gently 
now, over her belly. Dotty gasped when she reached the cotton of Mandy's 
panties and felt the wetness. 

"Take my panties down!" Mandy hissed. 

"But... but Mandy," Dotty sobbed. 

"No buts or I'll scream!" Mandy told her. 

Slowly Dotty began to tug at the damp panties and inched them down over 
Mandy's hips toward the jeans, which had already fallen down to her ankles 
and calves. When the panties were halfway down to her knees, Mandy once more 
grabbed her friend's wrist and pushed her hand up toward her heated young 
pussy. "Oh, hurry, Dotty," Mandy mumbled through desire-clenched teeth. "I 
can't stand it much longer." 

Tentatively Dotty began to stroke the other girl's moist, desire-quivering 
pussy and to probe slightly at the swollen, fleece-lined folds. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhmmmmmm," Mandy sighed as shiver after shiver tingled through 
her. 

Dotty felt the hardened, engorged button of Mandy's clitoris and jabbed her 
finger experimentally at it. 

"Uuuuhhhhhhnnn," Mandy moaned, her hips beginning to jerk. 

Dotty was frightened. They had been caught once today doing something wrong, 
and she could not understand why her friend wanted to continue taking such 
chances. All of this was so sudden and so new to her. She knew that it was 
all wrong, too, and she prayed that Mandy would not make her do it again. 

"Ohhhh, Dottyyy," Mandy moaned again as she spasmodically jerked against 
Dotty's probing finger. 

To her surprise, Dotty felt a gush of warmness flowing down over her fingers 
and drew them back. Mandy's mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Her 
head was thrown back and her hands were clutching frenziedly at her breasts. 
Dotty gaped at her friend and began to cry softly. 

"Mandy, Mandy," she whined. 

Finally Mandy opened her eyes and looked at Dotty, who was whimpering and 
staring back at her with big frightened eyes. 

"Oh, Dotty, that was so good!" she exclaimed warmly and hugging the girl 
vigorously. 

"Good? Oh Mandy, I was so afraid someone..." 

"Naw. It was okay, wasn't it? And you were really top notch!" 

Dotty could not help feeling proud of her friend's praise. She was praised 
so seldom for anything that praise was her weakness and she knew then and 
there that she would have trouble refusing Mandy if she asked again. She 
could only hope she wouldn't ask! "Can we go now?" she asked hesitantly. 

"Sure," Mandy said. "Anything for my very best friend!" 

"You're my best friend, too, Mandy," Dotty smiled, relieved. The two girls 
slipped out the bathroom door, the hall door, and into Mandy's house until 
it was time for supper. 

* * * 

It was much later that evening, just as she was going to bed, that Mandy 
heard Kenneth Cotton going out. She guessed that he was going after booze. 
According to Dotty, that was the only thing that Phoebe wouldn't buy. 
Mandy's father, Tom, would not be home until after midnight, and Mandy, 
after the excitement of the day, was not a bit sleepy. She could not help 
wondering how vulnerable her friend's father would be to someone like 
herself. The sound of his laughter up the stairs after he had caught them in 
the spanking episode as well as the inciting image of his naked body and the 
way he played with his own prick were still haunting her. He was such a 
handsome, fun-loving man! Mandy could never understand why Phoebe fought 
with him so! Mandy thought how wonderful it would be to have a husband like 
him. If he belonged to her, she'd have him in bed as many hours of the day 
as she could maneuver it! 

Then she had a wonderful idea! She knew that there was a woman's nightgown 
in her father's closet because she had seen it. It was sheer and white and 
swirled around in a silky film when she had put it on one day. It was just 
the thing to be wearing when Ken Cotton came home tonight. Of course, she 
would have to wear her quilted robe at first because the top of the nighty 
was all see-through lace and she didn't want to frighten Ken away before she 
had lured him inside. Quickly, she barged into her father's room and into 
his closet. With her heart in her mouth, she searched for the beautiful 
gown, which was no longer on the hook where she had found it before. With 
tears almost of rage, she pushed aside her father's suits and jackets and 
finally, under his own bathrobe, she thought she saw a wisp of white. 
Holding her breath, she took the robe down and, sure enough, it was the 
beautiful filmy gown which she sought. 

She immediately jumped out of her pajamas and pulled the white cloud over 
her head and down over her young body. The lacy top was big for her just 
developing breasts, but that wouldn't be too noticeable she decided. Maybe 
when she took off the robe, she should keep moving, say, dancing! He 
wouldn't even notice then if the gown didn't fit! Yes, that's what she would 
do. She scooped up her pajamas then from where she had dropped them on her 
father's bedroom floor and ran to her own room for her bathrobe. The pink 
quilted robe looked absolutely ugly over the fine soft material of the long 
gown, but that might be better at first, the wily child schemed. She had 
already thought of how she was going to get Ken into the house. Not only 
would it get him into the house but into her very own bedroom! Everything 
had to be accomplished very quickly. It would spoil everything if her 
neighbor came home while she was still running around making preparations! 
She fetched her father's screwdriver and with no trouble loosened a worn 
bolt at the foot of her bed and pulled the frame out just enough to let the 
inner-spring fall to the floor. The bed did this once in a while by itself, 
and her father said the bolt needed to be replaced, but he never replaced 
it. 

Surely too much time had already passed, Mandy thought in a panic. She ran 
to the front door, opened it a crack, and sat down in her hallway where she 
could see into the dimly lit outer hall where Ken Cotton must appear very 
soon. Had she put the screwdriver away, she suddenly thought in a panic. She 
couldn't remember. She didn't think she had. Oh well, she could always say 
she had tried to fix it herself! Oh, how tediously the minutes were going 
by! It sometimes seemed like hours to her between glances into the kitchen 
clock. She had left the light on there rather than in her own room, she 
didn't know why. Now that she had time to think about it, she wished she had 
left her bedroom light on. It would look more as though she were expecting 
help with the bed, she reasoned. Yet she feared leaving her post by the 
front door. He was sure to come the minute she stepped away. As more time 
crawled by, she began to suspect that maybe he had come already! 

But at last she heard heavy feet ascending the stairs and just before his 
dark head with its slightly balding spot came into view, she jumped up and 
flew out the door into the big hallway. 

"Oh, Mr. Cotton," she cried, breathing heavily as though she had just run 
all the way from her bedroom through six miles of apartments to reach the 
stairway. "I was just going to knock on your door!" 

She so surprised him that after the couple of drinks he had just had, he had 
to grab for the railing. He wasn't drunk, just a little uncoordinated. "Hi, 
Mandy," he greeted her, not without a faint smile. He was making a 
magnificent effort to wipe the image of this afternoon from his mind. 

"I hate to ask you, but do you think you could fix something for me? Dad 
won't be home until one or two in the morning, he said, and I can't wait 
that long." She made a point of emphasizing the time her father would be 
home. 

"Depends what it is," Ken told her, wondering if her ass was still red. 
Christ, he'd bet it was! 

"Well... well, it's my bed," she said more hesitantly than she meant to. 
"It... It's broken and I can't fix it. I know it's easy to fix if you're 
strong enough," she continued, "but I can't budge it." 

He hesitated a moment and she feared he was going to refuse. She tried to 
look at him with the most innocent expression she could muster. But he began 
climbing the stairs again, this time... was it her overwrought 
imagination?... more quietly than before and turned toward her flat rather 
than his own. "I'll take a look at it," he told her, looking straight into 
her eyes with an expression that she could not interpret although he seemed 
to suspect something. What did she care as long as he came? 

"This way," she pointed after she had closed the door after her. In her 
bedroom, you had to go through the kitchen to get to the bedrooms. Her 
bedroom was the nearest one, and she led him in, switching on the light 
immediately. She picked the screwdriver from the window sill where she had 
laid it down. "I know what you have to do," she explained, handing him the 
tool and starting to show him the bolt that was loose. 

"I know," he said quietly and automatically took off his jacket, laid it 
over her bureau, and kneeled at the foot of the bed to push the frame back 
in shape. It took him little time to do it, but before he had finished, 
Mandy was out of her bathrobe and swirling around her room in the sheer 
gown. She heard her strong neighbor lift the inner-spring from the floor and 
drop it into the frame with the whack of wood against metal. She glimpsed at 
him from time to time so that she saw when he had finished as well as when 
he turned to watch her. "A little white butterfly," he smiled, sitting on 
the corner of the just fixed bed. 

"Do you like my nightgown?" she asked, keeping the skirt moving in circles 
as great as the smallness of the room would allow. 

"It doesn't look like yours," he said soberly, yet with a smile on his face. 
And then she got a magnificent idea! 

"It isn't really!" she suddenly admitted and in a twinkling, pulled the 
billowing garment off over her head and stood before him in the nude. As 
though she had done nothing unusual at all, she reached over to a chair and 
picked up her pajamas as though she were going to put them on. Ken was 
gently laughing. 

"Turn around," he said suddenly. "Turn around and let me see if your little 
bottom is as red as it was this afternoon." His gentle laughter had a lewd 
quality to it that sent hot flashes up the length of Mandy's young body. 
Slowly she rotated. 

"Am I?" she asked, once she was back to. 

"Can't see from here," he told her, and she backed up closer. "A little 
still," he said. 

Mandy turned to face him, her pajamas still hanging from her hand. Was it 
his imagination or did her breasts heave a little more rapidly? He ran his 
eyes over her slender body, feasting on a surprisingly enticing sight. Then 
he noticed, by God, that her eyes were on his crotch where his cock had 
started to swell and press hard against the damn zipper! She was making no 
move at all to put her pajamas on. Guided by some primordial instinct, he 
unbuttoned his sports shirt, removing it. He pulled his tee shirt off over 
his head, and then he unbuckled his belt and unzippered his fly. Mandy was 
watching every movement, her brown eyes big as saucers. Christ, this was 
what she was after all the time. Probably broke the bed herself just to get 
him inside. He began pushing down his pants and then his underpants over his 
hips. He kicked his clothing aside, and Mandy had not removed her eyes from 
his wonderful cock, which was rising to tumescence rapidly, spurred on by 
her obvious desire and the loveliness of her tempting young body. His brain 
had now ceased to function, and he had become a mindless animal, acting 
purely by instinct, guided by primeval urges alone. Pulling her to his 
knees, he stretched out a hand and tentatively laid it on her shoulder, 
still bronzed by a summer in swimsuits. Then his head was buried between the 
soft cones of her breasts, and he was whispering, "Mandy, oh, Mandy..." 

He pulled her between his knees, then over one leg and down onto the bed so 
that his cock fell onto her taut, smooth young stomach and immediately 
jerked against the smoothness of her abdominal plane. He felt a tremor run 
through her and he grasped her by the shoulders. Looking into her brown 
eyes, he read acquiescence there and better yet, desire. Slowly he lowered 
his lips on hers. An electrifying chill shook him as his mouth touched hers. 
The soft pliant lusciousness of her lips awoke new sensations in his own, 
and he eagerly ground them down on the willing young mouth. Gently he 
pressed his tongue against her teeth, firm in their custodianship of her 
mouth until finally he felt them give and he slipped his probing organ 
inside. Immediately, tip touching tip, and he felt her tongue timidly 
respond to the advances of his. Then they entwined, slipping and darting 
together in play, and he began to jab deeper and deeper into her throat. Her 
mouth felt like velvet, and her tongue was gaining in expertise as it probed 
and prodded experimentally. 

Her arms crept up around his neck and drew his head tighter down on her. His 
hands were gripping her shoulders, and unconsciously he dug his fingers into 
the naked flesh, opening and closing his grip automatically. He could feel 
the vibrations of the first mewls of pleasure beginning in her throat, and 
nothing mattered to him now but the feel of this hot young body beneath him. 
One hand began to caress her dark hair, loosened from the pigtails she 
usually wore and flowing in wavy streams around her shoulders. Slowly he 
lowered his lips and began to tenderly kiss her doe-like neck, trailing down 
to her throat and her shoulders. He could feel a gentle undulation begin in 
her body, and her flesh cried out in desire, every nerve-ending sending a 
message to his own lust-aroused senses. He closed his lips over one of the 
ruby nipples, and he began to pull on it, rolling the tip between his lips 
and gently pressing his lower teeth into the crinkled outer skin. The nipple 
rose to an even greater length. Like a root reaching for water, it reached 
out for further caresses. He gently kissed the other rosy young bud, 
tweaking and teasing it until its length corresponded with its greatly 
erected twin. His lips wandered over the finely grained periphery of her 
soft body, tracing a moist shower of kisses which the love-parched skin 
seemed to soak up instantly. 

Mandy's hands were grasping his shoulders now, and her pointed young nails 
dug unmercifully into his skin, leaving reddening nail imprints on the 
unprotected flesh. Her mouth was open and her red lips were framing words 
which he never thought he would hear again from a young girl. "Oh, Mr. 
Cotton, do it to me, please! Oh, please, kiss me all over, Mr. Cotton!" 

Tenderly he stroked the firm curves of her hips and ran the tip of his 
tongue over her flat youthful stomach. His hands dropped to her smooth inner 
thighs and played there, caressing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips, 
awakening each erogenous area in turn. Almost reverently he kissed the 
sparse young wisps on her raised pubic mound, hairs still so fine they could 
be felt more easily than seen. He breathed in the faint female odor of her 
which was beginning to rise from the moist awakening entrance down between 
her squirming legs. His fingers played along the inside of her thighs, and 
he gently eased them further apart. He could see faint sheens of moisture 
there as he pressed aside the soft fleshy portals of her tight little 
vaginal mouth. He could see the faint pink of her pussy slit lying under the 
slightly darkened silken mound like a half-open magnolia. The tiny tip of 
her clitoris was barely discernible, peeping out like a vermillion 
needlepoint through the teasing fuzz of her outer cunt lips. 

The trembling young girl began to whimper, and her hands, no longer able to 
reach Ken's shoulders, began to feverishly dig into the bedclothes and 
futilely squeeze wrinkles in them as if trying to build sand castles. 

Ken looked up, afraid instantly at the sound of her whimpering. Was she 
sorry? Did she want him to stop? Had she come to her senses? 

"Oh, Mr. Cotton," she moaned. "Please, please don't stop! Please!" Her 
answer had come immediately and Ken, hesitating no longer, pushed her knees 
up until the whole expanse of her virginal young pussy was visible to his 
hungry view. 

The thinly haired outer lips were throbbing faintly and increasing in size, 
almost before his eyes, as they became blood-laden with desire. He could see 
the tattered edges of her tiny inner cunt lips guarding the hotly pulsating 
point of her clitoris. Her already moist cuntal opening, ragged and 
clustered like a delicate rose, lay beneath the sensuous pivot, and below 
that, Ken could see the faint brown ring of her tight little anus. His 
breathing was becoming more ragged now as he surveyed the bewitching 
panorama before him. He ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his lips, by 
now parched from the mounting heat of his still rising desire. Then slowly, 
surely, he lowered his head between her still tanned upright legs and 
reaching out with his long saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicked at the 
narrow slit before him. 

Mandy jerked back from the strange new sensation of a living tongue licking 
between her legs and ground her hips into the rumpled bedclothes in a vain 
attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But Ken's tongue flicked out 
again and darted over the entire length of her pink throbbing cunt. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she cried, her hips jumping from side to side. But Ken 
grasped her firmly just below the waist and held her fast. Then once again, 
his tongue darted out and began to probe at the hidden folds of her tender 
young cunt. It prodded under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled 
gently at the purplish inner lips. He searched the secret recesses of her 
cunt and finally came to rest on the pulsating head of her clitoris. He took 
the tiny button between his lips and imprisoning it there, began to tease it 
with the tip of his tongue. Mandy writhed from the novel contact, and Ken 
could feel the head growing beneath his tonguing. He nipped gently at it and 
then began to peck at it in a series of small bird-like bites. 

"Oooooooohhhhhh," Mandy sighed, her moans taking on a new more urgent sound 
now. He raised his eyes and could see a faint blush of red spreading over 
her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She lowered 
her hands and groping, felt the wiry hairs in his head. She sank her hands 
in the dark strands and began to pull at them, trying to seek release from 
the tantalizing pecking at her tiny sensitive vaginal opening. 

Ken's tongue slavered on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt. The 
tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening, trying to force an entry and 
eliciting gasps of pain-pleasure from Mandy. With a surge, Ken finally 
managed to insert just the tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight 
membrane of her tight virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside 
her, trying to force itself further into the warm pulsating little hole. 

Mandy moaned and ground her pelvis up to receive his thrusting tongue. "Oh, 
Ken!" she suddenly used his name freely as she did in her private thoughts 
of him but never usually in person. Frantically, he buried his tongue deeper 
and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his 
plundering organ. He spread apart the furry flanges of her cunt to allow 
himself greater access to her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth were 
buried in her warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in 
clouds from the expanded tunnel to heat his face. 

Mandy was in the throes of a spine-trembling delight. She had never known 
anything like it. She had wanted Ken Cotton, plotted and schemed to engineer 
this adventure, and guided him intentionally into her bedroom. Even as she 
had done so, she had no idea it would be like this. She couldn't believe 
that his tongue could arouse this primitive joy in her! Passion rushed 
through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting 
tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in 
her body and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve tingling 
ministrations. The slight stubble on his chin abrasively added to her 
increasing pleasure, stimulating her dewy flesh into greater erotic heights. 
Her hands were clawing at his head, pushing his working face deeper into the 
throbbing opening of her cunt. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body 
and she could feel herself buffeted by sexual paroxysms of lust. 

Ken labored on, his ever-working tongue coaxing her responses into 
fever-pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with an involuntary 
fury, and a savage gurgle was beginning to bubble in her throat. With a 
driving grin, she matched his thrusts, mashing his face with her now fully 
awakened crotch on the upgrind and suctioning his tongue painfully as she 
bore down. Finally a series of rending wails pierced the air. Her body was 
flailing like a raft in a storm, her hands pulling cruelly at his hair and 
her hips bucking as furiously as if she were riding a wild bronco. 

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ooohhhh!" she moaned, her cries cut off and sounding 
again like radio static. 

Ken, his exhausted tongue still probing and sucking, less energetically but 
still effectively, felt a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed 
sexual juices gushed out of their secret retreat and drenched his swirling 
member. Then, she was still. Ken lay face down in the bed, his breathing 
ragged, his tongue sore and tender from its workout. His head was still 
between her widespread legs, and her orgasmic juices drained from her cunt 
and darkened the blanket just beneath her. Minutes later, Ken, dozing in a 
sort of sexual twilight sleep, felt the young girl stirring beneath him. 
Raising himself up, he saw that her head was raised and resting on her 
elbow, and she was looking down at him. 

His neglected cock leaped into semi-erection from the piercing sensuality of 
her gaze. Her smouldering dark eyes stared at him, and her full red lips 
were flushed with passion. Her nipples were still raised from her small 
mounds, and her other hand was resting on the soft triangle of her pubic 
mound. Ken stared back, mesmerized. It seemed as though in all his life, he 
had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of this young girl only 
twelve years old lying on the bed beside him! He didn't know what to say, 
but it didn't matter, because his throat was arid and he could only gurgle 
like an imbecile anyway. Her unwavering stare burned right through him down 
to the tip of sensuality which was fermenting in his loins. 

With an animalistic growl, he rose up and almost leaping on top of her, 
knocked her flat on her back. He smashed his mouth down on hers, and all 
gentleness thrown to the winds, he ground down with a harsh brutal kiss on 
her lips. Again her arms reached up and pulled him down on her, and she 
returned the crushing bestiality of his kiss, biting at his lips, sucking 
his tongue far back into her mouth until he felt it would surely be pulled 
from its roots. She raked her nails down his back, and Ken could feel the 
burning rawness of her cat-like scratches. Christ, if Phoebe saw anything, 
he was in for it! He shook her nails out of his skin. He could feel her 
turgid young nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his 
head began to spin from the combined pain and lust which enveloped his body. 
His cock, which was fully erect, was pressing painfully against the hard 
bone of Mandy's pubic mound, and he shifted his hips, allowing it to slip 
between her legs. Immediately, her thighs closed in on the hardened rod of 
flesh and began to hollow in and out on his cock, milking it and drawing it 
to even greater length. With a moan, he pulled his lips from her impassioned 
kiss and began to bite at her neck just hard enough to leave faint teeth 
marks of kisses on her tanned skin, trailing down over her swanlike throat 
and even further to her upthrust breasts. Savagely he bit at the tantalizing 
orbs, wringing cries of pain from Mandy, but still she pressed his mouth 
down on her flesh. Brutally he spread her legs with his knees and grasping 
his enlarged prick in his hand, he guided the mammoth shaft toward her tiny 
cuntal opening. Without hesitation, he surged forward, fucking against her 
tight little cunt-mouth with all his might. 

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!" Mandy's heart-rendering shriek ran through the 
house, and Ken's heart skipped a beat as he imagined it tearing down the 
front stairway and permeating each flat, bringing the curious to listen at 
their doors. As he stopped to listen, it seemed as though a deadly silence 
fell over the entire building. Mandy's agonized cry had brought Ken to some 
semblance of his usual senses, also. Of course, he thought. She's a virgin! 
Oh God, how could I be so stupid! Frightened, he looked up and saw that 
tears were streaming down her face. Her hands, now released from his body, 
were clenched in pain, and her face was contorted with agony. Her features 
seemed particularly childlike, and for the first time, realization that he 
was fucking his own daughter's little girlfriend dawned on Ken! Tremors of 
fear and remorse coursed through him as the full implications of his actions 
seeped through his lust-inflamed brain. Shakily, he tried to rise to his 
knees, but he was stopped by Mandy's hand on his shoulder. 

"Oh, Ken, please! Don't stop! Just not so hard, please, d... darling." 

He couldn't believe it. Was she actually asking him to continue? After what 
he had done to her? Anxiously, he peered at her again. The agonized look of 
pain was gone from her face and once again, animal lust had replaced it. Her 
limpid eyes gazed back at his, and her hand reached down and encircled his 
huge cock. 

"Put it in me! Fuck me!" she said, never taking her eyes from his face. The 
lewd words coming from so young and supposedly innocent a mouth incited Ken 
to greater lust and banished all thoughts of conscience from his head. His 
passion-inflated prick was aching for release, and he slowly lowered himself 
over her willing body once more. Gently he massaged her soft inner thighs, 
drawing them apart, widening her cuntal plane for his entry. He could see 
the petal-like opening of her cunt contracting in expectancy, and a thin 
stream of perspiration ran down from her vagina to her tiny puckered anus 
nestling teasingly down between the amber moons of her buttocks. 

Gently this time, he guided the engorged head of his prick and laid it at 
the small cuntal entrance. Gazing at the astronomical difference in 
circumference, Ken could hardly believe that he could fuck it up into her 
tiny virginal little cunt-hole. She squirmed back from the contact of his 
rock-hard penis against her soft little pussy lips, and Ken briefly wondered 
whether he should abandon his attempt to fuck her. But the sight of her 
silky pink skin, and the memory of the fresh, little-girl cuntal taste in 
his mouth overpowered him, and he began to moisten the head in the 
lubricants which were still flowing around her hotly pulsating young pussy. 
Tenderly he tested the moistened head against the star-shaped hole and 
flexed his hips slightly in an attempt to aim his hardened pole of flesh 
into it. Again her virginal cunt held firm. Finally, desperately, he grasped 
her hips, and holding her in a clamp-like grip, he surged forward and 
managed to insert just the head in her tightly resisting elastic hole. 

She did not withdraw back from his thrust although another wail of pain 
erupted from Mandy's throat. He rested the head just inside her cuntal 
entrance for a moment, giving her unused cunt a chance to adjust to the 
unaccustomed size and then, slowly, inch by inch, began to move forward, 
embedding more and more of his mammoth prick inside her tightly clasping 
tunnel. Moan after moan escaped Mandy's lips and her head tossed from side 
to side, like an animal in pain. The sinewy walls of her cunt closed in on 
his prick like a wide elastic band, and Ken could barely push his encased 
cock onward. Finally he had sunk it, every last inch of it, in her cunt. 
Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead from the harsh exertion of 
his task, and his cock felt truly imprisoned. Mandy had ceased moaning, but 
her face still wore a look of pain, no trace of pleasure or passion showed 
in her tearful face. Ken felt a surge of pity for the young girl so cruelly 
skewered by his huge mature rod, and another stab of remorse twisted his 
heart. He didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted it, and he couldn't 
resist. He had been thrown into a torpor by Phoebe's refusals. Then when he 
had suddenly, forcefully sodomized her, his sexual needs yawned open again 
as though they had been stretched the way you stretch your stomach with a 
big meal. He could go on fucking all night, maybe longer than that. He hoped 
that the pain would soon go away from Mandy's slight young body. 

Gently he began to withdraw from her and to his surprise, his penis came out 
fairly easily. He pulled out until just the bloated head was still inside 
the tender folds and then began to plow forward again. This time his cock 
found her sheath more open and easier, and he was able to glide forward 
without too much restriction from her tight channel. Then he was able to 
fuck in and out easily. Her cuntal passage adjusted to his enormous size and 
aided by fresh internal lubricants, expanded freely with the approach of the 
burgeoning instrument. 

Mandy began to relax, too. The body-crushing pain that had engulfed her 
earlier had terrorized her as well. She felt as if she were being split wide 
open. She thought she could never be the same after it and was beginning to 
be sorry she had encouraged Ken to do it to her. But now, the pain had 
completely subsided and something else had taken its place, a flicker of 
heat was smouldering again in her loins, and as Ken's fucking in and out 
gradually became easier, the flicker ignited into flames, sending shooting 
heat waves up through her body. As Ken sawed in and out with long smooth 
strokes, her virginal body fanned the flames into an inferno of raging fire, 
and her whole being quivered and shook under the boiling murkiness of her 
vaginal cavern. 

The small spark which was started in Ken's stomach at his first sight of 
Mandy's red little ass under Dotty's raised hand downstairs in the entry now 
ignited and began spreading searing flames lapping throughout his body. The 
raging fire inside was burning fiercely, threatening to uncap the raging 
fires from the center of the earth itself and send him shattering into 
powdery ash. God, he had never felt anything like this. He couldn't imagine 
anything as wonderful as fucking into this young tender virgin just a few 
short steps from where his cross wife was! The different room, the different 
air that nestled around their bodies as his body sliced through the air and 
contacted hers made him feel at least twenty years younger. She was just a 
child and she had wanted him! Nothing was of any consequence now but 
pleasing and being pleased by this tender young body writhing in desire 
beneath him, begging for his cock to continue plowing into her. 

Mandy's hands were clenched around his neck, and she had raised her legs and 
was clasping him around the waist, her ankles locked together, her passion 
giving surprising strength to her slim legs. Mewls of pleasure punctuated 
her gasps for breath, and her entire body rippled like a fish under water. 
Every inch of her still tanned skin seemed alive and anxious to breathe his 
maleness in and her young cunt had aged years in its experiments at drawing 
his cock in and pleasing and teasing it. The inferno inside Mandy was now 
also raging out of control and she bucked her hips up against Ken's grinding 
loins. Waves of passion were flowing over her entire body, and try as she 
might, she could not keep her eyes from watering. Lust dimmed them and it 
was beyond her control to focus them. The feeling was emanating from her 
loins where every nerve-ending seemed to be roiling in a lewd pot of lust. 
Suddenly, her hips were jerking out of control, spasm after spasm twisted 
her body and her head was spinning. Flashes of purples and reds and pinks 
and blues were exploding in her brain and she felt as if her head was a 
multi-colored gyroscope, rotating of its own accord. A strange wailing 
escaped her lips as she flailed her head from side to side. 

"Iiiiiiieeeeeee," she screamed as she rocked and tossed in a mania of lust 
and passion, completely abandoned to her hedonistic search for 
gratification. 

Finally the earth erupted in Ken, too, and he battered his hips against her 
hot, plunging young loins as he spewed spurt after spurt of hot bubbling 
sperm far, far up into her yielding cunt, filling it almost to the bursting 
point. Gnawing, savage noises tore from his throat, sounds over which he had 
no control as they clung to each other in a feverish love-grip, her tight 
quivering young belly growing by the instant from the force and impact of 
his orgasm. Then he collapsed onto her exhausted body and they lay there, 
their bodies spent from their lust. Ken's head was a jumbled mass of 
thoughts, but throughout his whole being, a peace spread, infusing him with 
optimism and joy, feelings he hadn't felt for a very long time. 

Mandy lay there, already wondering how she was going to bring about another 
time with him. Never would she have enough of this whirlwind crescendo of 
passion. Always she would be eternally grateful to Kenneth Cotton for the 
wonderful experience he had given her, and if she had her way she would 
express this gratitude to him every night for the rest of her life! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Your father is just super!" Mandy was confiding in Dotty, who could not, 
would not believe a word of her friend's story. 

"How would you know!" her little blonde friend retorted. 

"Oh, Dotty, believe me, he is really bad! Really super bad!" From the 
pinnacle of her enthusiasm, she looked into her friend's golden brown eyes 
and saw the pain, which she supposed was the pain of being left out. "Oh, 
Dotty," she hugged her friend, "I'm sorry, but I think if we had both been 
there, he never would have done it. Not the first time!" 

Dotty pulled forcefully away and then shouted, "Never! He never!" The 
expression in her beautiful eyes now was not pain but the beginning of a 
hatred that frightened Mandy. After all, Dotty was not just her best friend 
but her only friend! 

"I'm sorry, Dotty," the dark-haired girl mumbled, confused as to how to 
handle her friend now. 

"You never did any such thing with him!" Dotty screamed. 

"Shhhh!" Mandy cautioned her. They were outside in the hall between their 
two flats and leaning over the massive wooden rail. It was Saturday and both 
of their fathers were at home. Thomas Carillo was still asleep after a late, 
late night. "Where's your father now?" Mandy asked Dotty. 

"In the livingroom getting drunk!" 

"Is your mother working today?" 

"Y-Yes," Dotty answered, wondering what her friend had in mind. 

"How about if I prove it to you!" Mandy hissed then. 

"Hmph," Dotty snorted. "Go ahead! If you can!" 

"All right, come on! You go hide somewhere but be where you can hear, okay?" 

"Okay," Dotty agreed warily. There was a light tripping feeling starting in 
the pit of her stomach, but she put her key in the lock, opened the door, 
and the two girls crept in. 

"Wait," Mandy said suddenly. "I've got to be outside first or else how did I 
get in? See what I mean?" 

"Yeah," agreed Dotty. "Maybe he won't let you in." 

"He'll let me in," the dark-eyed child said with uncomfortable 
self-assurance. After what she thought was enough time, she knocked very 
loudly on the door. Again she knocked until finally she heard Ken's heavy, 
shuffling footsteps approaching the door. Then it opened and she felt almost 
delirious with the joy of seeing her lover of the night before, however he 
stunk of whiskey and regardless of the fact that he seemed to be leaning a 
little heavily on the door frame. 

"Hi!" she said brightly, with a warm smile. 

After his eyes had focused and he realized who it was, he, too, tried to 
smile but in a paternal fashion. "Dotty isn't here," he told Mandy. "She's 
out..." 

Mandy broke in on him. "I know she is, Ken. She's playing with Gina down the 
street and Gina's mother just took them downtown." 

"Oh," he said. "Well, thanks for telling me." He started to close the door. 

"I... I didn't come to tell you that," Mandy quickly inserted: When he 
lowered his hand from the doorknob this time, Mandy pushed the door open 
herself and slid inside. "I wanted to talk to you," she said softly, her big 
brown eyes melting. She had worn shorts today, shorts that she had outgrown. 
They were tight, and with all the expertise of an instinctively sexy woman, 
she rolled her hips in order to draw his attention to them. The drink had 
robbed him of alertness and he didn't even notice that while he was watching 
her hips she was closing the door. He didn't even think of what was 
happening until she had wordlessly slipped her arm through his and they were 
entering the livingroom. Finally he muttered, patting her hand absently. 

"I don't think you should come in here now," he told her. 

"Please!" she begged him, jumping around to face him although leaving her 
hand under his wrist. Gradually she worked her hand along his wrist and into 
his hand. He put his drink down on the end table, and his slightly reddened 
eyes seemed to have tears in them. 

"Mandy, I... I'm sorry about last night," he began, but confusion reigned in 
his mind. She had thrown herself at him, yet he was the adult in the 
situation and, as such, was responsible. 

Her big brown eyes were round with fright. "Oh, no!" she begged. "Please 
don't be sorry! How can you be sorry for something that was so... so 
beautiful!" 

Unfortunately she was expressing exactly how he felt and he had had just 
enough to drink so that he could find no words with which to lie. The best 
he could do was express the caution he had decided must be taken. 

"We... we can't do things like that," he told her in a subdued voice, but 
already she had come to him and was slowly putting her young arms around his 
neck. Without thinking, he was folding her in close to his heart while he 
talked. "You are much too young for an old duffer like me," he was saying. 
"I'm married and I have a daughter and..." 

Boldly, Mandy had moved her sweet young face close to his and was hovering 
her lips on his lower lip. Now she slipped out her tongue and ran the tip of 
the smooth pink organ along the flesh of his face, which tickled as if 
crawling with insects. Unconsciously he stroked her shining, dark brown hair 
and closed his eyes, giving himself to the loving, sensuous caresses that he 
so needed! Oh what could he do? How could he possibly resist such a rare 
experience, one he needed so badly? Automatically he began walking with her, 
steering her toward his bedroom. He felt a tug at his pants while they 
moved. With one of her hands she had begun to toy with the zipper of his 
fly. Finally she managed to unhook the top and he not only heard the buzzing 
of its opening but felt the welcomed release from pressure. His pants began 
to fall the length of his legs, and his prick, slowly awakening to erection 
because of the alcohol began to press against his shorts. Then she took 
these down for him also, slipping them over his thighs without the slightest 
modest hesitation. God, what a difference between her and Phoebe, and Phoebe 
was a woman! He kicked the clothing off his ankles and then took off his 
sport shirt and T-shirt, revealing all the body hair that Mandy was 
beginning, even at her tender age, to find delicious. While he was doing 
that, Mandy slipped out of her shorts and shirt in almost a single stroke. 
Then she began pulling at the hairs on his body as he finished undressing. 

It was when he pulled the T-shirt over his head that she reached out for his 
prick and began to stroke it with her fingers, the tips of her nails barely 
scraping the flesh. She cupped his balls, dangling low between his legs, 
though he was as yet unaware of the attention, and weighed them in her 
palms. When he realized what she was up to, he sat on the bed and lay back 
while she followed him without taking her hands from his body. She searched 
through the wiry pubic hair, pulling the matted dark curls and slid a finger 
down between his legs, worming it along to where his anus lay between his 
clenched buttocks. Then she turned her attention to his growing prick and 
began to massage the fleshy organ, rolling it between her two palms, all the 
while pulling gently on it as if she were striving to lengthen it that way. 
Under his eyes, he could see it become infused with reddish color, the head 
took on more obese proportions and the whole length of it began to protrude 
from the forest of his pubic hair like a proud tree. The blue veins were 
raised against the smooth top surface, and they seemed to palpitate beneath 
the young girl's touch. He could feel her fingers grate along the webbed 
underside, and she began to probe at the base where it separated from his 
loins, digging at the foundation, sending thrills of hitherto unknown joy 
scurrying through him. 

"Where did you learn this?" he mumbled, just audible enough to be heard. 

"I'm just doing what I want," she said. "Is it all right?" 

"Christ, yes!" he said more loudly now. "Do you feel like... like kissing 
it?" 

Suddenly he felt the delicious, wordless contact of warm moist lips on the 
burgeoning head, and with a sigh, he felt more and more of the length being 
enclosed in her soft, buttery young mouth. He couldn't believe it. Looking 
down, he saw that her eyes were closed, and her silken hair was falling down 
over her face and onto his prick, where it tickled the fleshy protuberance 
tantalizingly. He saw her ovalled lips slide down the full length and he 
could hardly believe it when he felt the head of his cock touch all the way 
to the back of her throat. Surely she'll choke, he thought to himself, but 
he made no move to withdraw his hardened rod from her willing mouth. He 
could feel his sensitive flesh ripple along the ridged roof of her mouth, 
and he could barely discern the sharp edges of her teeth as they glided over 
his slippery length. 

His balls were still cupped protectively in her palm, and the other hand was 
clasped around what little remained of his prick where it furled and 
unfurled around the base stimulating it on to even greater length. Inside 
her velvety mouth, her tongue teased the tiny opening at the head of his 
cock, darting in and out of the slit, trying to suck whatever cum might be 
lurking there. Her teeth pressed gently against the under channel, playing 
with its venous surface, and her lips slipped up and down, stopping just 
under the spreading folds of the head as her hand drew the instrument out. 

Mandy labored on as if in a trance. Her head pumped abandonedly from side to 
side, slavishly licking every inch of the monstrous pole, sucking harder and 
harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster. She could taste the mildly 
sweet-sour taste of Ken's cum which was beginning to form at the tiny 
opening, and the bloated head felt heavy in her mouth. Her hand 
automatically pumped at the sperm-loaded balls, frantically pummeling them, 
trying to send their life-giving seed on their way. She could feel the hard 
knobby head pressing painfully against her larynx, but she made no move to 
ease the giant instrument a little further out of her lips. Instead she 
seemed to be trying to swallow even more of it in her completely filled 
mouth. 

Gradually his thoughts left off wondering where she had learned all this as 
a blissful rapture began sweeping all over Ken. He felt as if his head were 
floating, reaching up for dizzy sensual heights. He felt as if every muscle 
and vein in his body were bursting with passion, and he felt sure smoke must 
be rising from his skin, so intense were the fires burning inside him. The 
bedroom pieces around him, window, bureau, wardrobe, swam before his eyes. 
It was as though his prick were the central pole of a merry-go-round and 
that he and Mandy alone were astride the gilt horses. Then just when the 
beginnings of a wild, uncontrollable release were starting to take hold of 
him, the warning knell of his intuition tried to rouse him. He was even 
aware of the footsteps from the doorway, but it did not occur to him to try 
to find out if there was an intruder and if so, who it was. All his 
faculties were concentrated on the tremendous pounding of pleasure that was 
hammering away in his loins, and he anxiously strained for the ultimate 
release. 

Suddenly the world was spinning indeed, and Ken suffered the sensation of 
falling. For a split second he was confused. He thought he had reached an 
unknown pinnacle of pleasure and that he was cumming, but then he became 
aware of the bed under him and his unrelieved hunger. Dazed, he lay 
sprawled, arms and legs awry and tried to focus his swimming eyes on what 
was happening. He was aware of girlish voices and could barely make out 
Mandy laughing, seemingly no longer interested in his prick that was burning 
with its unshed passion. Another voice caught his ears. It sounded familiar, 
but who was it? God, what was happening? With a struggle he got up on one 
elbow and looked. He could make out a slight female shape looking down at 
him. For a moment, his heart turned a somersault. He thought it was his 
wife, Phoebe, who had discovered them but his vision cleared allowing him to 
see... Christ! It was Dotty! 

"What are you doing here!" he bellowed angrily before he could think of any 
other approach. 

"What are you doing here, Daddy?" Dotty asked, a mocking sound in her voice. 
She had removed all of her clothes, too, and stood over him, hands on hips, 
like a mini-temptress. Christ! He started to get up but felt a gigantic 
weight hit him. He was aware of two female bodies jumping on him, and then 
all he felt was a tangle of naked arms and legs. They pulled at him, tugging 
on his limbs, and succeeding in rolling him over and over until he found 
himself at the other edge of the bed. 

He heard himself laughing and found himself fighting back in a playful mood. 
They were cavorting and playing on the bed like three little kids who 
couldn't sleep. He felt pillows descend on his head and body and with a 
strange wild feeling, a desire to retaliate, he grabbed the pillows and 
fought back with them. Their girlish giggles rang with his manly ones 
throughout the flat. The three of them, man and little girls, were stark 
naked, but he soon lost any concern for that at all. He felt as if a great 
weight had been lifted from him. He felt as young as they were, unburdened 
by any of the responsibilities and problems of the adult world. Then, 
exhausted by his kiddish playfulness, he sat back on the bed, begging his 
companions to give him a breather. 

His feet were up on a pillow and he was struck by how white and hairy they 
were. Then his glance fell on the two girls by his side, sitting on the edge 
of the bed, whispering conspiratorially. He studied his own daughter's 
petite twelve year old body, and he felt a renewed love for her steal over 
him. She was getting to be a little woman, he thought, and it had somehow 
stolen by him until now. Her long dark blonde hair was kinky out of the 
pigtails. Her rosebud breasts, their delicate pink nipples showing like the 
heart of some beautiful flower, swelled up proudly from her smooth flesh. He 
could see a faint flaxen down covering her pubic mound, and her entire body 
was only just beginning to take on a womanly appearance. He gulped at the 
sight of this beautiful nymph that was his very own, her hardy golden 
appearance greatly enhanced by the dark mischievousness of Mandy. Suddenly 
they were on top of him again, knocking the breath out of him. His prick had 
died of neglect, and it was a soft mass of flesh cuddled between his hairy 
thighs, hiding itself in the knotted pubic curls. 

Now it was being gently taken between two hands, being raised from its curly 
bed. Looking down, he saw that Mandy had again resumed her position between 
his legs and was beginning to stroke new life into his disappointed prick. 
He shouldn't allow this, he vaguely thought and then forgot what he had been 
thinking. He could feel his cock stirring beneath Mandy's feathery touch and 
he could see the crinkly skin of his balls moving and writhing like some 
giant sluggish insect. Maybe it was a sure way to save his daughter from 
being a kook like her mother! He spread his legs, allowing more room for 
Mandy's slender body and lay back, basking in the attention of two women! He 
closed his eyes, revelling in the new warmth which was spreading from his 
loins over his whole body. 

Then he opened his eyes when he felt a moistness, a warmth over his face. A 
shadow was descending over him and before he could pull away, the moist, 
fleshy mass settled itself on his mouth and for an instant, panic seized him 
as his breath was cut off. Adjusting his head slightly, he became aware that 
it was his own Dotty! She had placed her blonde young cunt directly over his 
mouth! Her spicy feminine odor permeated his nose and already he could taste 
a drop of her sweet, excited lubricant which escaped from her hungry cunt. 
Tentatively, he flicked out his tongue and dabbed at the moist pink split 
above him. He felt his daughter jerk back from the unexpected contact and 
then settle herself back on his tongue. He began to swipe at her luscious 
pussy, twirling his tongue around the moistening folds and crevices of her 
virginal orifice, eliciting tiny gasps of pleasure from her. His searching 
organ found the tip of her clitoris and began to massage the tiny bud, 
gently titillating the very tip. He traced his tongue along the sparsely 
haired lips, which were already beginning to throb and swell with the blood 
that was rushing into them. He tickled the frayed pink edges of her tiny 
inner lips feeling their ragged pulsating edges. He dabbed at the small 
cuntal opening, and he heard Dotty's breath come in pants, in time to his 
tonguing dabs. 

Now he raised his hands and placed one on either side of her, squeezing her 
widespread hips. His fingers caressed the smooth golden flesh, pulling and 
stroking in wide circular movements. Her hands automatically began to 
massage his shoulders, slipping in and out of the body hollows. They ran 
along his rough neck, petting the bumpy skin. They slipped up to his hair, 
where they dug into the strands and massaged his head, kneading the skin and 
pulling at his short dark hair. He began to suck voraciously at the 
proffered cunt above him. He licked the tender flesh, drawing its 
nectar-sweet juices into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the soft edges, 
trapping it here and there, while the tongue teased the imprisoned flesh 
unmercifully. 

Her clitoris began to increase in size under his ministrations, and he bit 
into it with a series of teasing little bites, each one sending an electric 
charge through her twitching body. His tongue jabbed at the contracting 
cuntal opening, and then he surged it forward and buried the tip in her warm 
cuntal depths. 

A deep sigh escaped Dotty as she felt her father's organ snaking out from 
between his lips and hungrily searching in the warm wet walls of her pussy. 
She could feel it lick along the inner grooves and dart ever deeper into her 
inner sanctum. On his part, Ken could feel her velvety vaginal sheath 
contracting over his tongue, and he began to swirl it around faster and 
faster, whipping up a froth of lubricant, which dripped from her vagina and 
foamed at the corner of his mouth. His face was becoming flushed from his 
exertion and also from the fantastic manipulation of Mandy's mouth on his 
prick. 

His long cock had risen again and was now towering out from his loins. Mandy 
was purring like a kitten around the hard pillar of his cock and her throat 
muscles were milking it in a manner he had never experienced before. The 
whole length of her tongue washed the underside of his shaft with her 
saliva. Then she withdrew his shaft from her mouth and Ken stifled a groan 
as he felt the dripping rod exposed to the coolness of the air. She leaned 
slightly forward and began to paint his balls with her juices, still holding 
his thick cock firmly by the base. He felt the sperm bloated sacs quiver as 
she trailed her wet tongue over them, and then once again she enclosed the 
turbulent prick in her mouth and continued to exploit it in an effort to 
milk it dry, increasing his fever a hundredfold. 

Ken's head was still imprisoned between Dotty's thighs, and he burrowed his 
tongue deep into her slippery passage. Her thighs clenched tightly around 
his face, squeezing his face unmercifully. He licked at the juice of her 
flowing cunt, her pungent fermenting moistness coating his face. His strange 
lewd sucking sounds echoed in the room, and all that mattered to him at that 
moment was the delicious pussy that was splayed open to his questing mouth. 
Little mewls of pleasure were gurgling from Dotty's lips as she rode him 
like an equestrian heroine just as she rode his back when she was but little 
younger. Not for a moment did she relinquish her thigh-grip on him. Her body 
moved with a rhythm of its own, and she ground her pussy hungrily down on 
Ken's trapped face. He could feel the walls of her cunt closing in on him in 
even stronger contractions, and his tired tongue worked feverishly to 
sustain the heights that it had initiated. 

He could also feel Mandy's voice vibrating somewhere around his cock and 
occasionally little moans of pleasure escaped from around his 
still-spreading prick. Opening his eyes, he saw the ecstatically contorted 
face of his daughter waving above him, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open 
and working grotesquely. Her small breasts were bobbing in the air, and thin 
rivulets of sweat ran down the small valley between their youthful orbs. Her 
taut stomach palpitated with the force of her grinding down on his face, and 
the downy surface of her pubic mound was glistening with perspiration. He 
raised his hand and began to knead the rocking moons of her ass, shaping the 
flesh with his fingers like dough. His entire body was on fire, buffeted 
between the two girls. He was coated with perspiration and tremors convulsed 
him. His prick was leaping obscenely into Mandy's sucking mouth, and he 
could feel the fomentation swirling in his balls. Red-hot pokers jabbed at 
his flesh, and boiling lava coursed through his veins. 

"I'm cummmmmming!" screamed his daughter while she bucked and reared like a 
wild thing, bouncing up and down on his face until he thought that he would 
be disfigured. Her warm juices flowed down over his mouth and nose, their 
honey-like sweetness seeping in through his facial orifices. Her small tight 
young cunt was convulsing demoniacally, and he felt a tremendous ache at the 
root of his tongue, where the mouth of her hot little hole was pulling at 
the flicking organ in a desperate attempt to swallow it entirely. Just then 
the inferno within him raged out of all control, and he felt his own body 
begin a lewd dance of wanton abandon and he jerked and tossed, unseating the 
now satiated Dotty. Mandy still clung by her mouth to his gushing cock, and 
her face billowed and hollowed as she hungrily swallowed every last drop of 
his molten semen. She gasped and sputtered and drops of his foaming white 
cum overflowed out the corners of her mouth. 

Satiated and spent from their lust-crazed orgy, all three of them lay there, 
sensual desire swelling out of every sinew and bone in their bodies, and 
little trickles of cum trailed around them as though they had been caught 
and anchored by a giant spider. 

* * * 

Phoebe let herself into the flat, hoping against hope that Ken had gone out 
somewhere. The day had turned out to be a relatively slow one at work and 
she had no trouble getting off to try to get rid of a threatening headache 
and just simply rest. She had no sooner opened the door when she heard the 
laughter of feminine voices and then, damn it, the huskier guffaw of her 
husband's voice. God, it sounded as though they were tearing the house 
apart! They must be playing tag! The minute she was not there, they launched 
into every activity she had forbidden them! Kenneth could not get it into 
his stubborn head that he was making it extremely difficult to raise Dotty 
properly! She had so wanted her daughter to have both a father and a mother, 
which Phoebe had not had. Yet, maybe she had been better off than she had 
always thought. Maybe Dotty would have more of an advantage after all with 
only a mother! 

She was just about to step into the livingroom when she saw the naked, 
laughing figure of her husband dash past only a few feet away from her. He 
was looking over his shoulder and almost bent double with laughter. He was 
galloping around the room in circles and Phoebe was so stunned she could not 
move though she wanted to dash in there herself and confront him. Then she 
gasped. Another naked figure came from the direction of the bedroom and ran 
into view. It was the little girl next door, Mandy Carillo, her long dark 
hair flowing behind her, her arms outstretched, trying to reach Ken. Her 
gently shaded young pubic triangle was emphasized by the gleaming white skin 
above her tanned legs, which rippled with the efforts of her gait. Phoebe 
had barely time to draw a breath before she caught sight of yet another 
figure, this time her own daughter! Dotty was running on her stronger, 
heftier legs, and she was as naked as the other two! Even without good 
lighting, Phoebe could see her golden brown eyes sparkle. Her cherry red 
mouth was open, revealing her perfect white teeth. The tip of her pointed 
pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her small breasts bobbed and 
bounced from the jaunting movement of her body. All three were playing some 
kind of lewd game of naked tag, and the places they were trying to touch 
were not the usual places either! Blind fury convulsed the stunned Phoebe. 
She thought that the wisest thing to do was to leave and get Tom across the 
hall, but if she left, who knows that they would still be here? She dearly 
wished to have a witness, thoughts of divorce racing through her mind with 
the sure swaths of a steel sword. 

Mandy saw the seething woman, however, before she could act. Being seen, she 
dashed immediately into the room, her hands doubled into fists, her dress 
riding up around her thighs. "You dirty bastard!" she screamed. "You dirty 
old man!" The other two naked figures stopped their game abruptly and looked 
at her. Her face was beet red and contorted, and saliva was forming into 
flecks of foam at her lips. Her arms were raised to throw her force at Ken 
and her dress was so high that Dotty noticed her mother's shapely legs for 
the first time in her young life. Phoebe made straight for Ken and began to 
pummel him with her fists, all the while mouthing obscenities at him, 
oblivious to the children. He, surprised beyond belief, just stood there, 
mouth open, staring at the strange sight, impervious even to her stinging 
blows. 

Mandy and Dotty, who was no lover of her mother, were at first dismayed by 
the sudden entry of the woman but regained their cool and began to laugh 
with gusto at the ludicrous sight and sound of the furious woman. Phoebe was 
kicking freely at Ken, and she landed one hard thump on his shin, causing 
Ken to lift the attacked leg and bellow with rage. The two girls began to 
jump up and down, completely forgetting the situation in which Phoebe had 
found them. Like the children they really were, they began to clap their 
hands, egging Ken on to defend himself against his angered wife. 

He lunged forward after the sharp blow to his shin had brought him to his 
senses, tackling Phoebe with his big shoulders, and bringing them both to 
the floor with a heavy thud. The petite blonde woman continued to kick and 
swing at him, digging at the rug as much as at him. Finally Ken was able to 
subdue his enraged wife by pinning her arms back and sitting on her legs. 
Trapped though she was, she continued to spew invectives at her husband, her 
face a deformed picture of rage. 

"Bastard!" she howled. "No-good bum! You wait until my lawyer gets through 
with you!" 

In spite of the ominous threat, Ken couldn't suppress a laugh. He knew she 
couldn't prove what she had seen. The girls would lie for him. Dotty would 
lie for him anyway. "My goodness," he chuckled. "What have we here? A 
party-pooper?" With that he began to pull her dress from her imprisoned 
body. She tried to struggle, but pinioned as she was, the attempt was 
futile. He managed to remove her dress and then flicked her bra and removed 
that, too. Dotty stared at the size of her mother's breasts as they bounced 
free. Ken had reached down and was beginning to roll down her panties. 
Phoebe, her legs released for a split second, kicked out furiously and 
landed a hard blow to Ken's chin, knocking him completely off balance. But 
before she could get off the floor, the young girls were galvanized into 
action and landed on top of her, pinning her down. Mandy she might have 
escaped from, but Dotty was strong, like her father. Even now, Phoebe was no 
match for Dotty's strength. 

Ken had recovered from her wild attempt to escape, but his anger was now 
awakened. Who the hell did she think she was, this woman of ice, into whom 
there seemed to be no door, no matter how hard he pummeled, no matter what 
method he used to try to open her up! Seeing her pinned to the floor by the 
girls gave him another idea in regards to breaking her chaste spirit. He 
instructed the girls to keep her lying flat and they gleefully rearranged 
themselves to be sure of complying with his order. Dotty sat on her mother's 
legs and Mandy held down her weakened arms. Ken could see that his wife was 
quivering in fear, and he relished the look of fright on her face. Her legs 
were slightly spread and he could see a faint pulsing of her pussy. Sweat 
was running in trickles down between her legs, and her breasts were heaving. 
Her entire body was streaked with dampness and smudge. He paced up and down, 
stroking his chin, pondering over the best thing to do with her. There was 
more than one possibility. He made his decision for the most outrageous. 

"Dotty, why don't you give your mother a little kissing and loving to make 
up for what we've done to her!" 

Dotty stared at him for a moment, and then a salacious grin spread across 
her young features as she understood what he wanted. She glanced at Phoebe's 
unprotected pussy and then back at her father. Her eyes were flashing as if 
in expectancy of what was to come. Again, she swiped her tongue over her dry 
lips and returned her gaze to Phoebe's trembling pussy. Ken reached down and 
replaced Dotty as custodial of Phoebe's feet. Grasping an ankle in either 
hand, he spread her legs wide and then sat back, still grasping her ankles, 
allowing plenty of room for Dotty, who was settling herself between the 
widespread legs. Phoebe, recognizing what was to come, tried to struggle, 
but she was held in a vise-like grip and couldn't move. A broken sob escaped 
from her throat and she could only whimper. 

"Oh, Dotty... how could you!" 

To Ken's surprise, Dotty paid no attention to her words but almost 
immediately lowered her head and took a closer look at the pink throbbing 
delicacy between her mother's legs. Her small hands began to knead the 
fleece-covered pubic mound, and Ken was surprised by the expert motion of 
the young girl. He glanced quizzically at Mandy and Mandy understood. 

"I taught her!" she said proudly. "She's pretty good, isn't she?" 

Ken opened his mouth in amazement and was about to reply, when his attention 
returned inevitably to the action beside him. Dotty was slowly spreading the 
soft, hair-rimmed flanges of her mother's cunt, her thumb and forefinger 
pressed out on either side. She drew apart the outer lips, and craning his 
neck, Ken could see the pink frayed edges of her inner pussy lips come into 
view. The tip of her pink-budded clitoris was barely visible through the 
maze of blonde pubic hair, and Dotty's eyes widened at the voracious sight 
in front of her. Greedily she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, 
the jagged edges of her cuntal hole, which were pulsing slightly, the 
darkened crinkled skin of her anus, barely noticeable wedged between the 
full rounded folds of her buttocks. 

The blue veins stood out prominently against her smooth inner thighs and 
above the upraised mound, her flat stomach quivered. Raising her eyes, Dotty 
could see the shivering mounds of Phoebe's breasts, the nipples still flush 
with the flowing pink areolae. The white orbs rose up proudly, forming a 
deep, snowy valley. Dotty swept her eyes down the finely sculpted form of 
her mother and noted the fine sweep of her hips, the tiny puckered navel 
which gave way to a thin line of glistening blonde hairs which fell all the 
way to her sparkling pubic triangle. Then her golden brown eyes darted back 
automatically to the sight in front of her. She raised a finger and guided 
it toward the tight quivering little apex. She felt Phoebe jerk back from 
the touch of her finger on her open vaginal slit but continued to stroke the 
narrow furrow, digging in underneath the shielding outer lips. She ran the 
tip of her finger along the ragged edges of the pale mauve inner lips and 
touched the sensitive button of her clitoris. A violent spasm convulsed 
through Phoebe as she felt her daughter's own finger on her most erogenous 
area. But the finger remained in place and began to gently stroke the tiny 
tip, coaxing it into hardness. Dotty could feel the tip growing under her 
touch and continued her massaging, revelling in the sight of the growing 
miniature cock. She could see that the outer lips were beginning to swell 
with passion. They assumed a reddish color and began to throb visibly. She 
dropped her finger to the viscous opening and probed tentatively at it, 
sending fresh shudders spasming through the older woman. She inserted the 
tip of her finger inside the moist opening, and immediately the walls 
contracted and closed in around her finger and began an involuntary but 
rhythmic throbbing movement. She insinuated her finger further in and began 
to swirl it gently around. To her surprise, this made her mother moan with 
pleasure. Little whimpers of joy came from her, and her hips began a slight, 
but definite, rotation on the skewering finger. 

Ken was amazed. He was witness of the slight flush which was spreading over 
his wife's body, and he could hardly believe his ears when he heard her 
begin to whine with pleasure. He released his strong grip on her legs, and 
they immediately folded up and tried to encircle the girl who was laboring 
between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, Ken sat back, happy with his 
ringside view of the exciting show. Reluctantly Dotty withdrew her finger 
from the tempting hole and began to massage Phoebe's inner thighs. The 
withdrawal elicited gasps of outrage from Phoebe, but she was somewhat 
mollified by the sensuous caresses which Dotty was lavishing on her thighs. 
Then Dotty pushed the thighs further apart and pressed back on her knees so 
that Phoebe's legs were raised up and her daughter had a better view and 
closer access to her cunt. Slowly Dotty lowered her head toward the warm 
visibly pulsating spot. 

"Mmmmmmm," Phoebe sighed as she felt Dotty's cool tongue make contact with 
her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of pleasure raced along 
her flesh, and a sensuous serpent-like writhing again followed 
involuntarily. Dotty began to lick at the soft skin, her tongue swirling 
here and there, lapping up the delicious cunt-nectar. The tip probed into 
every nook and cranny, every hidden crevice of her cunt, searching, seeking, 
drawing out every last drop of seeping vaginal honey. It played with the 
burgeoning bud of her clitoris, tantalizing it. It darted into the roseate 
cuntal opening, which blossomed open like a flower over the darting organ. 
Dotty surged forward, her tongue working frantically, twirling, slashing 
inside her mother's now steaming depths. Deeper and deeper it plunged, 
lashing around in her hungrily contracting vaginal sheath. On and on she 
slavered, plowing her frenzied tongue in and withdrawing it out again, 
making wet sluicing sounds as it plopped out. She ran the length of it down 
to where the little anal mouth lay hidden and dabbed at the tiny puckered 
nether entrance. The strange sensation made her clench her smooth buttock 
spheres together but the ubiquitous tongue found its way and began to brush 
teasingly over the clenched mouth of her rectum. 

Phoebe's hips began to wave in time to the probing rhythm of the organ 
digging into her, and the ripples gave way to great waves of tumultuous 
pleasure. She closed her eyes, giving her body over completely to the 
torrential ecstasy. God, she had no idea it would be as good as this. The 
thought that this was depraved, this enjoyment of her own daughter's tongue, 
crossed Phoebe's mind, but she blanked it out. All that really counted was 
the delicious pleasure that this offspring of her own was giving her hungry, 
love-denied cunt. The sensations that swept through her at the tantalizing 
swipe of the girl's tongue were greater than she had ever experienced 
before. The maddening lashes were slipping her into a maniacal frenzy and 
with superhuman strength she tore her arms away from Mandy's imprisoning 
grip and flung them down on Dotty's head. Desperately she pushed the child's 
head down even further between her legs. She could feel Dotty's hot breath 
explode from her body and pour into her widened vagina, adding to her 
tremendous pleasure. She raised her knees up even further and clasped her 
daughter around the sides of her head, imprisoning her even more securely. 
Dotty's entire face was now covered by Phoebe's voracious cunt and the 
warmness of her mother's body heated her own flushed visage. She could feel 
Phoebe's hands digging into her head, pushing her down, and she thought she 
would suffocate. But she kept on slavering, her reptilian tongue working 
furiously, lewdly inciting the older woman to even greater abandon. 

Kenneth Cotton was mesmerized by the scene. He had no idea that the depraved 
act would affect his wife so much. He had never seen her like this, not even 
when he worked long and hard and finally got her into the throes of some 
uninhibited love-making. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed him but he 
suppressed it. After all, he had started this in order to find out what 
opened her! So he contented himself with being an audience to the perverted 
scene, his eyes fixed with a glassy stare, anxious not to miss a single 
second of it. 

Mandy, too, was hypnotized by the lewd slavering. She was well acquainted 
with the marvelous feelings being roused in Phoebe's body and watching her 
being so favored with the thrilling touch of Dotty's tongue, she childishly 
felt herself cheated and wanted to feel the same pleasure that it was 
obvious Phoebe was feeling. She could see that the woman needed no 
restraining grasp from her now so she was going to take her pleasure where 
she could find it, too. Her attention was drawn to the madly flickering 
tongue of Phoebe, darting out, trying to coat her parched lips with saliva. 
Her mouth was half-open, and her eyes were rolling crazily in her head, and 
she was tossing from side to side, her hands locked tightly in Dotty's hair. 

Bending over, Mandy reached out and touched one of Phoebe's bouncing 
breasts. She felt it stiffen under her touch and the nipple leapt into 
longitude, pulling the brownish surrounding skin with it, making it wrinkle 
and squirm. She toyed with the other bud, pulling and tweaking it until it, 
too, jutted out from the white flesh of her breast. Lowering herself still 
further, she closed her mouth over one of the flushed buds and began to suck 
fiercely on it. The new sensation sent streaks of ecstasy rocketing through 
Phoebe and her mind was lost in a lustful daze of pleasure. She didn't know 
who was sucking and licking her breasts and she didn't care. The important 
thing was that they were getting attention, and what attention! 

Mandy trapped the burgeoning bud in her mouth, holding it with her teeth and 
wrapping her lips around her breast until almost half of the firm fleshy 
mound was buried in her mouth. Then she began to tease the incarcerated 
nipple, biting at the areola and flicking her tongue into the tip. Phoebe 
writhed from this incredible new feeling and tried to push her chest up to 
enclose more and more of her twin orbs in that delicious velvety mouth. 
Mandy's hair hung down and grazed delightfully against her body, trailing in 
the deep cleft of her breasts and tickling her sides. Mandy released her tit 
and started to trace a hot wet snail-like path over her throat, her neck, 
her ears, until finally, she came to Phoebe's lips. 

Phoebe blanched. She didn't know if she could take this, a woman's lips 
fully on hers, but she didn't have time to decide. Mandy was pressing her 
full lips down on the older woman's and began to kiss her, a long deep 
soulful kiss. Gently, Mandy pried Phoebe's teeth apart and inserted her 
tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Mandy's tongue darted forward and 
finding Phoebe's inert organ, began to challenge it, until involuntarily, 
Phoebe's tongue rose up and began to dance with Mandy's. The two organs 
entwined, and they swirled around and around. Phoebe felt her head twirling 
with her tongue. This kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before. She 
wanted this girl's tongue down her throat. She began to suck it in, trying 
to draw it entirely into her mouth, while her own tongue fenced madly, 
dashing back and forth, playing with the other. Then she reversed it. Phoebe 
insinuated her tongue into Mandy's mouth and pressed forward, making Mandy 
gag from the pressure of Phoebe's tongue pulsating against her larynx. 

Then to the woman's dismay, she felt Mandy withdraw and move away from her. 
Disappointment crowded in on her and tears started to form in her eyes. But 
suddenly a weight descended on her face and she felt her breath cut off and 
her vision darkened. Something warm, moist, clinging, was on her face. It 
was Mandy! For a moment Phoebe was put off-guard by the sweet fragrance of 
Mandy's cunt. It smelled of beautiful roses, and the softness of it clung 
tantalizingly to her face. She felt Mandy settle herself over her, burying 
her cunt in her nose and mouth. Gingerly, Phoebe extended the tip of her 
tongue and it flicked briefly at the tender outer area. Mandy flinched from 
the wonderful touch and Phoebe, encouraged by her reaction, reached her 
tongue out again and swept it along the full length of the young furrow. 

"Aaaaaahhhh," Mandy sighed, her hands falling to caress Phoebe's upper face 
and blonde hair. 

Phoebe's tongue swept out and began to kiss the soft feathery down on 
Mandy's pubes, leaving it wet and slick like a kitten that has just been 
washed. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting her pungent 
woman-odor and licking at the tender inner folds. Her tongue found the 
crinkled edges of her fine little lips and sucked on the minute fringes. She 
dabbed at the tiny clitoris, nestling just below the dark shadow of 
beginning hair and teased the very tip, feeling it already beginning to 
stiffen. Her tongue roamed around, testing here and searching there until it 
found the petal-like flower of her cunt. It flicked at the sensuous opening 
and Mandy gasped and sighed above her, grinding her hips down over Phoebe in 
a desperate attempt to suck the organ into her inner cuntal depths. Phoebe 
reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the wet, open pussy flesh. It jumped 
around inside her cunt, slashing and poking at the hidden walls, the dark 
and secret corners of Mandy's cunt. 

Phoebe had never believed that oral fucking could be so heavenly as this. At 
the same time, the intense tongue fucking she was getting below incited her 
to greater action, striving to give Mandy the magnificent satisfaction she 
herself was getting. She felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two 
beautiful young kids, and she wanted to lave their bodies with her own love 
juice. So she slaved on, her tongue working like a demon possessed of a will 
of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Mandy above, who 
was writhing and twisting, caught in the whirlwind of a tremendous joy. 

Opening her eyes, she saw that Mandy's eyes were squeezed shut. Her 
beautiful face was flushed and her mouth was opening and closing like a 
bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in unbelievably crimson points were 
dancing with the force of her thrashing. A thin trickle of sweat was running 
down the valley of her breasts to her navel where it disappeared in the 
little hole. Her taut stomach was pounding in and out, and a faint sheen of 
perspiration covered the entire smooth plane. Her shadowy pubic mound with 
its faint suggestion of hair was still damp from her ministrations, and 
Phoebe could see the cords standing out on the girl's thighs, so tightly was 
she clasping at her head. 

Phoebe could feel Dotty's hands digging into her asscheeks, and her cunt 
felt on fire from the hot wet licking it was receiving from her daughter's 
voraciously working tongue. The older woman felt her own hips begin to jerk 
like a whiplash, and suddenly her entire body took up the dance and she was 
flailing like a wild dervish. An overwhelming tide of pleasure washed over 
her and spasm after spasm of convulsive rapture shook her body. Gurgles of 
insane shrieks tried to escape from her throat but the words caught and blew 
unheard into the wide splayed cunt of the girl sitting on her face. But 
then, she heard, as though it were on her behalf. 

"I'm cummmmming!" It was Mandy, and she began to pound her loins even more 
brutally into Phoebe's gasping face until the poor mother thought she would 
be broken into bits. Through her satiated eyes, Phoebe could see Mandy's 
arms waving akimbo and her body thrashing and spinning out of control. Her 
own body was still twitching from the last licks which Dotty was 
administrating, and the madly cavorting figure of Mandy pulled Phoebe over 
until all three of them were writhing in unadulterated passion, arms and 
legs and cunts and mouths entwined until they all finally lay still, the 
warm juices of their orgasm still flowing from their womanly orifices. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The two girls raced each other into the bathroom and Phoebe was still in a 
daze when she heard the shower turned on. It sounded as though they had not 
only not bothered to close the door to the bathroom but had not drawn the 
shower curtain either. In the nebular edges of Phoebe's mind, she thought it 
was her husband in the shower. She wanted to scream that the bathroom was 
going to be a mess, but it all had the quality of a dream. Finally and 
slowly, sanity returned to her lust-depraved mind. Her body felt sticky and 
hot and it was with an effort that she managed to drag her frame up off the 
rug. Then she became aware of Ken standing over her, staring at her. He had 
been enthralled by the lewd sight of the three naked women licking and 
sucking and finger fucking each other and he was only now recovering from 
the spellbinding sight. Phoebe glared at the triumphant stare of her 
husband, and then, averting her eyes, she struggled into her dress. 

She was still a little tender from the intense oral fucking she had 
experienced. Her thoughts were for a while full of the two girls. She was 
surprised at her own reaction to their lovemaking. It had never occurred to 
her that she could be aroused by the female sex. Yet it was odd. She would 
not think of getting involved with a woman again. Not only did she feel 
somehow incomplete in spite of her orgasm, but really, they were no 
different from her husband. They were just as inconsiderate. Into the shower 
they hopped without ever thinking of her needs at all! Well, she had no 
needs that anyone in this selfish house could assuage, and as for a shower, 
well, she'd just go right next door! From now on she was going to take 
exactly what she wanted when she wanted it, and all proprieties and 
thoughtfulness could go to hell! 

The shower was still going full blast when Phoebe packed a cosmetic bag with 
her needs, took a clean towel and facecloth from the linen closet, and 
started out the door. 

"Where the hell are you going like that?" Ken wanted to know. 

She turned on him and said acidly, "I need a shower and I no longer take 
leftovers!" With that she stomped out. How she wished Frannie were home 
downstairs, but she knew that she and Sully went shopping on Saturdays and 
then to Frannie's mother's for the rest of the day. She would rather go to a 
woman now, but Tom was all right. His head was so far in the clouds, he 
wouldn't know whether it was an intrusion or not. Besides, his daughter was 
using her shower and all the hot water! She knocked strongly on her 
neighbor's door. 

"Phoebe!" Tom exclaimed, surprised at a visit from his lovely neighbor, who 
was usually too tired to so much as greet him with more than a weak "Hi" if 
they happened to pass on the stairway. She certainly didn't look very tired 
right now! He had never seen anyone bursting with so much energy. 

"I have a very strange request, Tom, but our daughters are using up all my 
hot water and I need a shower..." 

"Sure, come on in!" he laughed but not rudely. "Kids are the damnedest, 
aren't they? They don't know the limits of anything from money to hot 
water!" Accustomed to escorting women, Tom automatically took her elbow and 
steered her gently into the room. For the first time since she met him, 
Phoebe thought about what a good looking man Tom was. He looked at least 
five years younger than Ken. They seemed to have the same coloring but Tom 
looked darker. His skin was a shade darker, his eyes were a dark brown 
instead of the golden brown Ken's were. His hair was thicker and curlier and 
he wore it longer, a more fashionable length. He couldn't get a close shave 
either, which left a surprisingly attractive haze under his cheeks and 
across his chin. 

"What happened to your moustache?" she asked suddenly. She was sure he had 
one the last time she saw him. 

"Oh," he laughed again. "That comes off regularly. I keep trying to grow one 
but it just doesn't look right so I shave it off then try again in a couple 
of months." 

"Of course, it doesn't depend on what she wants!" Phoebe teased ironically, 
unconsciously probing as well. 

Tom, accustomed to being teased ironically by women, recognized the hidden 
motive with surprise. He answered blithely, "How can I do what they all 
want? Some women like moustaches and some don't! I've thought of half a 
moustache so that the girls who like it can sit on one side of me and the 
girls who don't like it can sit on the other. But I can't drive a car with 
my head on backwards, so... what's the use?" 

He spoke in such a way that she had to laugh and the laughter felt so good 
that unwittingly, the tears came to her eyes. 

"Say if you think that's good, I'll have to put on a show for you sometime!" 
He grinned and motioned her toward the bathroom then stopped her. "I just 
thought of something," he said. "See what you do to me?" He walked ahead of 
her to the closed bathroom door. "Come on, Jim! Cease and desist! We need 
the bathroom!" She withdrew again back into the living room. 

"Tom, that's not necessary. I can wait..." 

"Nonsense. You look all hot and sticky. So hot and sticky that I know better 
than to offer you a drink until after your shower and... and..." He was 
fishing in his long narrow linen closet for something and finding it, 
pulled. "Look at this," he said beaming. He held up and shook out the 
largest towel she had ever seen. "Try it," he offered. "You'll never go back 
to those fingertip deals again!" 

"But Tom..." 

"No buts," he said. "I'm very bossy. Also..." He now disappeared into a 
bedroom just as Jim was leaving the bathroom. 

"Sorry I'm holding up progress," a tall blond man said. "I fell in and 
almost pulled the chain. It's lucky you came and stopped me!" They heard 
Tom's voice from the bedroom. 

"Jim, meet Phoebe! Phoebe, meet Jim! She's married!" Tom emerged from the 
room with his last statement. He had a bathrobe over his arm. It was a blue 
jersey that could have been a woman's or a man's. "Borrow this," he told 
her, shoving it into her hands. "You'll never be able to put that dress on 
again!" 

Her forehead suddenly felt hot, and she brushed the back of her hand against 
her brow, over the burning sensation. Her gesture was not lost on Tom, who 
stood back, watching her for a moment. How little he had ever known her! He 
liked her though and he ran his eye appreciatively over her petite, 
perfectly molded frame. He could see her breasts jutting out through the 
thin material of the dress and he guessed that they would be just as upswept 
without a bra. He saw the firm line of her hip through the thin dress, and 
the curve of her thigh was just visible. She had a new air of sensuality 
about her in this muddled state in which she seemed to be. Her emotions had 
been recently stirred, either by love or a fight. "Go ahead," he whispered. 
"Take your shower." 

* * * 

She came out of the bathroom in the blue robe. She had combed her short 
blonde hair, which was still damp and she looked as fresh as a new day after 
a harsh storm. Stepping into the hallway, she found that the bedroom door 
opposite the bathroom was open and Tom was lying on the bed reading. 

"Tom?" she asked hesitantly. 

He looked toward her immediately. "Say, you look great!" He didn't move from 
his position, his head propped against two pillows and his ankles crossed. 
"Come here and let me see," he called innocently. With hesitant steps she 
inched into the bedroom. Suddenly he turned his body over on his side and 
lay propped on one elbow, leaning toward her as though he were seeing her 
for the first time. Almost inaudibly he said, "Beautiful!" The innocent 
smile began to fade from his face as his facial muscles involuntarily 
relaxed. She noticed his curly hair and his appraising eyes. 

"Thanks... thanks a lot for the shower, Tom, and for... for..." He had been 
thoughtful. He had provided a robe and the big towel that was as luxurious 
to use as he had implied. 

"Your drink is all ready," he said suddenly, swinging his legs to a sitting 
position. He made no apologies for serving it in the bedroom. He behaved as 
though there were nothing strange about that at all. She had neither the 
heart nor the desire to make an objection. Instead she boldly sat on the 
edge of the bed beside him and took the drink from his hand. She was not a 
drinker, but he didn't know. He was being polite. She sipped. 

"Thank you," she said timidly, smiling into his eyes. He caught his breath 
in answer and then, leaning his face close to hers, said, "You're welcome!" 
And his mouth was on hers, grinding against hers in a tight passionate kiss. 
She was only mildly surprised and found herself unable to resist. His kiss 
felt good in her sense of incompleteness. It felt fulfilling and the 
tiredness and achiness that had started to creep back upon her slipped away. 
She felt her lips responding to his throbbing kiss. She could feel his 
breath pouring out of his nostrils and warming her face, and she revelled in 
the feeling. She strained her lips up against his, clinging to them as best 
she could, actually terrified lest he stop! His hand was moving under the 
robe on her naked shoulder. His other hand began to stroke her hair, her 
neck, her shoulders. She quivered under his light expert touch, and she 
reached for him and encircled him in her arms, pulling him down on her. She 
felt his tongue parting her lips, and she willingly yielded. Then his tongue 
slipped inside her teeth and joyfully united with hers. The lingual organ 
felt warm and strong, and its very masculinity sent thrills through her. 

"Oh, Phoebe," he sighed, pulling her down onto the bed after blindly 
removing her drink and placing it on the nightstand. Now he began to kiss 
her all over, hot, suctioning kisses that pulled and clung to her skin, 
leaving little red blotches. He slowly drew back the robe and exposed her 
naked body to his stare. He gazed appreciatively down at her snowy form, 
greedily drinking in the mold of her natural upswept breasts, the smooth 
line of her waist fanning out slightly to well-covered silky hips, 
descending to satiny thighs. His gaze came to rest on the blonde shimmering 
triangle of her pubic bush, and she felt a burning there from the intensity 
of his stare. 

Tom felt his prick begin to pulsate feverishly as it grew along his leg, 
forcing itself heavily against the material of his pants. He felt the 
blood-inflated head burning into the flesh of his inner thigh like a red hot 
poker. As he gloated over the sensuous curves of her body, his lust-hardened 
prick began a hot throbbing which was growing into a steady ache. He reached 
for her and his hands pushed the garment off her shoulders. She raised 
herself and pulled out her arms. Her skin felt soft and firm at the same 
time. He momentarily had expected her to try to draw away, but once she had 
shed the robe, he knew he had won. He could now sense her trying to push her 
body into his hands. He stared at her white breasts and the tantalizing 
flesh glimmered like alabaster sculpture. Reaching down, he brushed one pink 
bud with his lips and it seemed to increase and harden and turn a deeper 
shade. The very tip was a blood red color and he enveloped it in his mouth, 
swallowing half the soft, resilient flesh at the same time, and Phoebe 
emitted a sudden gasp as the fleshy nipple swelled even more against the 
sharp edges of his teeth. He ran his hands over her back and down over her 
slender waist, and his fingers closed on the satiny orbs of her buttocks 
which were set enticingly high beneath her small waist. Her entire body 
trembled under his touch, and his fingers transmitted its pliancy, its lack 
of resistance to his delighted brain. 

She was staring up at him with half-closed eyes, and she didn't fail to see 
the growing bulge between his legs. Her body was aching with desire, every 
nerve ending quivering with longing. She wanted this man, this almost 
stranger, to fuck her. She didn't care that his daughter might come in at 
any moment and catch them in their forbidden passion. All she wanted was his 
arms around her, his prick in her, ramming all the way up deep into her 
belly. 

The abuses that she had been submitted to by her husband lately had opened 
new facets of her personality. Crazy, murky things were beginning to rouse 
her, and she was beginning to see the sense in responding positively to her 
own needs. Being fucked by a neighbor, one she barely knew, seemed 
important... because she wanted it! She was no longer ashamed of her secret 
desires. If she was going to tolerate her husband's weird infidelities, she 
would have to look deeper into herself and find compensations. She could not 
sacrifice everything for no return! She watched Mandy's father fumbling with 
his shirt and then casting the garment from his back. Phoebe admired his 
muscular chest and was attracted by the dark hair that covered its surface 
in certain areas. As he unzipped his fly and rolled down his pants, she 
could see the darkness of his hair pick up again below his belly. As he 
eased off his shorts, his cock, already in the advanced stages of 
tumescence, soared into view, freed at last from the prison of his pants. It 
swung up like a giant pillar knifing the air, the bulbous head shining an 
iridescent purple. She drew in her breath at the sight of its full length 
and its unusual circumference. She wondered for a fleeting moment if she 
could take it all inside her vagina, and then she knew she didn't really 
care. It didn't matter if it only went halfway in, she wanted it inside her. 
She had to have it! 

His hand trailed down the sweeping curve of her hips and came to rest on the 
soft ebony triangle. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of 
her cunt, feeling the palpitating lips swollen and wet, waiting for him. She 
flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eager pussy onto his fingers, and she 
gasped aloud as he searched and wormed them through the gleaming wet walls. 
Lowering himself over her, he began kissing the soft, resilient mounds of 
her breasts once more, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples to greater 
erection with an almost brutal pressure of his lips. She trembled with 
delight, whimpering softly as his hands moved freely over her body, 
exploring every curve and twist of her smooth flesh. His mouth followed his 
hands, his tongue flashing out, coating erogenous areas here and there, 
probing at the tiny orifice of her navel. She pushed his head down, her 
hands clutching wildly at his head until his tongue was rooting through the 
curly mop of blonde pubic hair. It then found the tumescence of her clitoral 
bud and gathered the tiny tip in his mouth. The flesh of her cunt was smooth 
and silky, her very willingness increasing his desire for it, and he licked 
and sucked at the fragrant split with relish. 

Raising his head, Tom pulled himself up slightly. His prick was a throbbing 
mass of burning sensation and using his knees to lever her trembling thighs 
apart, he placed the full length of the stiffened organ against her willing 
crotch. He felt her squirm back from the hardness of it, and he flexed his 
hips, accustoming her soft silky flesh to the stiffened rod. Slowly he took 
the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the inflated head toward 
the gleaming entrance to her willing body. He hesitated there for a moment, 
pressing slightly against her tight, throbbing cuntal hole. 

"Oh, put it in... please fuck me... please, Tom, ohhhhhh!" 

Phoebe put her hand down and grabbed the thick pole, ramming forward with 
it, impaling herself like a butterfly on the hardened cock flesh. Tom, 
sensing her urgency, surged forward and sunk the instrument to the very hilt 
in her cavernous sheath. 

"Oh, it's so gooood! Ooooohhhhh," she sighed, thrusting up her buttocks to 
skewer herself even more on his manhood. 

He sliced through her cuntal passage until the large tip came to rest gently 
on her cervix. He lowered his hands, and cupping the soft resilient moons of 
her ass, raised her crotch up even more and pressed forward, grinding around 
the entrance to her womb. The unexpected and novel contact made her catch 
her breath and then she began to squeeze like a tiny bearded mouth with her 
cunt, contracting in and out, sucking hungrily on the hardened shaft 
imbedded deep in her belly. Phoebe's body jackknifed against him with the 
electric contact of his penis against her womb. Her whole being began to 
oscillate wildly and she began to moan in wild cadence. She ground up 
against him as he fucked down into her open cunt, and suddenly she reached 
up with her arms and pulled his face down on hers. This time she forced open 
his teeth and shoved her willing tongue into his mouth. Together, their 
organs danced a lewd dance, whipping up saliva which flew from their working 
mouths like surf from the sea on a windy day. She raised her legs and 
spreading them out wide, obscenely locked them around his back and she 
returned thrust for deep thrust, rising up completely from the bed, hanging 
from him like a baby monkey. 

Plowing forward all the way until their pubic hairs entwined in a medley of 
gold and brown, his cock fucked mercilessly in and out of her wetly 
enveloping pussy walls and she felt his balls smack soundly against her 
upraised ass crevice, and then he drew it slowly out. He could feel the 
warm, fleshy ridges of her cunt clinging to it, and looking down, he saw the 
ragged edges, pink and moist, as they clung hungrily to his heavily 
burgeoning cock. His hands kneaded her buttocks furiously, digging into the 
soft flesh. Suddenly his fingers dipped and trailed along the widely 
stretched crevice, searching for her hidden anus. Suddenly he found it, and 
she jerked away, his maddening probing more than she could take. His 
fingertip found the tiny working nether ring and again began to insinuate 
itself into the tight opening, past the restricting sphincter muscles. 

When his finger slipped past the vainly resisting rectal mouth, she grunted 
softly at the slight initial pain. Then, he began to worm further up into 
her soft rubbery depths. But there was now no more pain. Her husband's wild 
fucking of her there had stretched her rectal passage forever. She began to 
enjoy the feel of his finger tunneling in there and she screwed her buttocks 
down on the burgeoning finger, delighting in the double impalement. His 
finger and cock began to screw into her with long rhythmic strokes until her 
body was buffeted between the two skewers, and she could feel them brush 
against each other through the thin dividing membrane separating the twin 
passage down between her legs. The double fucking carried her body to the 
heights of passionate abandon, and her skin rippled with the sheer wanton 
quality of it. She was being fucked and was fucking back like a madwoman. 
Banished were all thoughts of her husband and what had happened a short time 
ago. She no longer cared that she had made love with this man's daughter and 
now he was making love to her. Her body was striving to reach the shattering 
climax she could feel building up in her. 

Suddenly though, every muscle in her body froze. All feeling ceased as she 
strained her ears to catch the sound she thought she had heard. Footsteps! 
Someone was coming into the room! Forgetting the antics of her own husband, 
guilt drained the blood from her face and she felt stone-cold. Someone was 
now in the room and she almost expected to feel her angry husband yanking 
her out of the bed by the hair. But nothing happened. Instead, she felt 
something brush by her face. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw a cock, 
long and rangy, fully erected, just a few inches away from her eyes. For a 
moment she just stared at it, taking in its long proportions, its steel-like 
rigidity. Then, it surged forward, and the head was positioned at her mouth. 
She raised her eyes and looked up at the man who was standing over her. It 
was Jim, Tom's friend. She had forgotten all about him! 

Without thinking, she slipped out her tongue and began to lick joyously at 
the strange new prick. Extra shivers of pleasure coursed through her 
lust-perverted senses as she tasted the piquancy of this stranger's prick. 
She wanted this cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck it until he spurted 
his seed into her mouth at the same time that the other lover at her loins 
emptied his hot scalding semen into her. The knowledge of her own carnal 
defilement heightened her already unbelievable pleasure. She raced her warm 
wet tongue along the long prick and brushed and grazed around the base where 
his wiry pubic hairs tickled her tender facial skin. Then she slipped her 
tongue up to the widening head and split the tiny slit at the top with her 
tongue. She withdrew her tongue for a moment and began to coat his balls 
with her saliva, stretching her mouth to enclose as much of them inside her 
as possible. 

Tom, sweat pouring from his steaming face, looked at the depraved sight with 
delight. Jim had timed his entry perfectly. Phoebe was so excited and 
lust-craven that she couldn't wait to sample an extra prick! He continued 
his wanton fucking into her willing cunt and the room resounded with the 
sounds of their three-way fucking. 

Meanwhile, Phoebe continued to manipulate Jim's cock, to squeeze and jerk 
his penis with her mouth. The beat made Jim squirm and toss, and he lowered 
his hands and grabbed Phoebe's breasts, a mooring in the storm of his 
passion. She continued to lick along the cordlike ridge of his balls and 
then trailed her tongue back over his wet, glistening shaft to its 
burgeoning head, then she slipped her lips once more over its lust-hardened 
dimensions. She sucked its length inside her mouth until she could feel the 
head pressing hard back against her throat, but still she strove to swallow 
even more of it. She raised her hands up and began to knead his balls, her 
forefinger and thumb pressed into the wide base, where they squeezed 
automatically at the very foundation of his manhood. 

Jim began to utter animalistic grunts of pleasure and couldn't take his eyes 
off the ovalled lips of this strange woman as she expedited her sucking on 
his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth. Shudder after shudder 
convulsed him as he felt the power begin to build up in his balls, and he 
groaned as passion dynamited from his loins and exploded in his whole being. 

As the first shower of Jim's sperm volcanoed into her larynx, Phoebe sucked 
furiously. She swallowed and gulped the hot shooting jets of spray as if she 
were dying of thirst. Jim jerked and twisted and began to ram his prick even 
further down her throat. He continued to spew his hot semen into her, the 
fiery liquid burning and intoxicating her like no alcohol ever could. Little 
moans escaped her as she sucked and pulled on his prick, and she was unable 
to swallow some of the precious seed because of the rapid cascade down her 
throat, and she could feel it trickling out the sides of her mouth, down her 
cheeks, and down onto the bed. Jim continued to fuck into her face as if he 
were making up for what was lost. Her lips were convoluted around his prick 
just below the head, and her teeth grated along the narrow tube under the 
rod through which the life-giving sperm flowed, trying to hurry them along 
on their journey. 

As she felt his cock begin to deflate in her mouth, a moan of disappointment 
escaped her but still she would not let it go. She held onto it for all she 
was worth, hoping for more, and when she realized she had drained him, she 
finally allowed the flaccid member to slip from her mouth. She moaned again 
as she saw Jim stagger away from the bed, sorry that she was only being 
fucked by one man again. Then a low masculine growl sounded in the room. She 
found herself battered like a boat in a storm, and down between her 
widespread legs, she felt Thomas Carillo furiously fucking his spewing cock 
into her. She was striving, reaching for her own cataclysmic earthquake, and 
she found it. 

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked, her body plummeting and plunging like a 
bouncing ball. "I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she cried again and again. Her head 
flailed from side to side, and her arms clenched his neck tightly. Her hips 
thrashed and bucked up against his and her buttocks screwed down insanely on 
his finger until it was completely imbedded in her anus, right down to the 
flat of the palm. She felt his hot scalding sperm shooting far up into her 
womb, and the boiling liquid burned into her depths, sending fresh frenzied 
spasms skyrocketing through her. Her cunt milked voraciously at his 
deflating cock, and the semen was already beginning to flow from her widely 
expanded cuntal channel. Finally she lay still, and Tom collapsed over her, 
his soft prick slipping easily from her sperm-flooded pussy. He slipped his 
finger with a wet little hissing noise from her anus and she felt a curious 
emptiness as her twin genital passages were both vacated. But her being was 
satiated, and she dozed off, her pussy dripping with the cum of one man who 
had never fucked her before and her mouth filled with the sweet, pungent 
taste of the semen of another. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Kenneth Cotton was out looking for Phoebe and Dotty had fallen asleep. What 
the heck was there to do around here anyway! Mandy was restless. Her 
insatiable body ached to do something... anything! Putting on her jeans and 
shirt, she thought maybe she could get her father to take her downtown or 
something. Maybe he would take her to a movie! With that goal in mind, she 
hurried with her dressing and grabbing her sandals, ran across the hall to 
her own house. She was just about to call out to her father when she heard a 
woman's laughter from beyond the kitchen somewhere. Phoeey! She wondered who 
it was. It didn't sound like his radio. Softly she snuck into the kitchen 
and then to his bedroom door. 

Phoebe and her father... oh, yes, and Jim, too... were busy satiating their 
seemingly endless lust still further. Tom was in the process of closing in 
behind Phoebe and slipping his hands under her armpits, moving them forward 
to cup her voluptuous breasts. At the same time, he was pressing his body 
close to hers so that his very inflated penis fit snugly into the valley 
between the roundly trembling mounds of her buttocks. At the same time, he 
moved her slowly forward toward the bed again, and Jim, who was sitting on 
the edge of it, ran his palms upward along her naked legs and felt high up 
between her thighs at her blonde pussy. 

Mandy's shock soon wore off and she found that this sensual business going 
on in the bedroom caused familiar electric tremors to start high up between 
her own trembling thighs once again. She wanted to bound into the room and 
join in the orgy, but she did not know how her father would react, and she 
didn't want to risk spoiling her affair with Ken Cotton. Phoebe might tell! 
She tried pressing her thighs together in an attempt to discourage the 
feelings growing there. She did not yet know better. To do that simply 
increased the pressure on her overly sensitive cuntal lips, sending sharp 
jolts of pleasure up into her belly. Her gaze was riveted on her father's 
cock, standing out impudently stiff and straight from the thatch of dark 
curly hair that covered his loins. It made her think of Ken's cock, maybe 
because of the way the purple-red glans peeked out almost coyly from the 
wrinkled foreskin or because of the way it bobbed up and down as if 
beckoning to her. 

Tom now had his middle finger thrust lewdly into Phoebe's tiny anus, 
greasing it with something he scooped from a jar on the night table. From 
the woman's smile, it was evidently something she wanted. Then he applied 
some of the stuff to his stiff, up-standing prick and moved up close to 
Phoebe's milk-white asscheeks. Slowly but surely, her father's cock 
disappeared into the crease between the woman's trembling buttocks. Mandy 
gasped! Now, still held from behind by Tom, Phoebe bent at the waist, 
lowering herself until her head was directly above Jim's loins as he sat on 
the side of the bed. 

As Tom continued to pull and massage Phoebe's dangling, taut-nippled breasts 
from behind, and Jim obscenely fingered her naked pussy, Phoebe ovalled her 
lips and fit them down over the knob of Jim's thick, blood-engorged cock. As 
many times as they had had sex this afternoon, she was still excited by the 
taste of him and began sucking hungrily while Tom kept inching his prod 
deeper and deeper into her by now well-stretched anus. 

With Phoebe squirming more and more with each new thrust Tom made into her 
skewered asscheeks, Mandy, still watching from the shadowed hall, found it 
impossible to keep herself divorced from what was happening inside. Without 
conscious thought, her hands stirred at her sides and traveled slowly upward 
to grasp her firm, excited little breasts through her shirt. A little shiver 
of sensual delight ran through her vibrant body as her knowing fingers 
pressed into the soft resilient mounds and tweaked her tingling nipples into 
pebble-hard erection, her big brown eyes all the while glued to the profane 
scene inside the bedroom. 

Jim had now moved to the center of the mattress and as Phoebe straddled his 
middle, he fitted his lust-thickened cock up into the narrow pink slit 
between her slender legs. Without breaking contact, Tom was on the bed right 
behind her, his massive penis still locked tight in her wide-split anus. He 
waited only until his friend was properly adjusted to shove his cock right 
up to the hilt in the woman's rectum. Then with her white, lovely body 
sandwiched lewdly between the two hulking men, they began fucking her 
simultaneously. They moved slowly at first with long, deep, penetrating 
thrusts. Then as her twin holes relaxed and began to moisten with her 
helpless secretions and theirs, they drove faster and faster, establishing a 
rhythm all three could follow. 

Even from the hallway and at a distance from the bed, Mandy could see Phoebe 
writhing between them, see her moaning and shuddering in the throes of 
ecstasy as one small orgasm dovetailed into another in the woman's dually 
filled belly as the two men entered into a competition to see which of them 
could hold back the longest. Mandy moved one hand down from her straining 
breasts and let it slide, as if on its own, up beneath her shirt. There, she 
undid the buckle of her belt and the zipper of her jeans until she could 
reach the satiny flesh of her own inner thighs. She muffled a gasp as her 
thumbnail scraped over her panty-clad clitoris, and then slowly, 
deliberately, she continued to run her fingernails back and forth over the 
thin band of cotton that covered her aching pussy, tensing and mewling 
softly each time she touched the tiny, erect core of her sensations. When 
finally it got too much for her, she brazenly worked the tip of her 
outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic legband of her 
passion-drenched panties, burying it deep between her throbbing wet vaginal 
lips. Writhing with the soft stroking of her lust-quenching finger, she was 
unable to control a soft moan that escaped her lips. She froze for a long 
moment, fearful that those in the room might have heard her and known she 
was watching them, but they were far too absorbed in their own bestial 
depravities to notice. 

Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, yet unwilling to pull away from 
the scene she was watching, Mandy spread her legs as wide apart as she could 
in the hallway where she was standing. Then with her whole back arching, she 
shoved her middle finger far up into her hungering cunt, flooded now with 
the wet flow of pleasure that her own seductive touch had induced. Again she 
was forced to freeze for a moment, this time completely paralyzed by the 
rapturous sensations of complete sexual arousal that overcame her. Then she 
began rotating her finger inside her clutching vaginal orifice in small 
circles, causing the narrow passage to expand until she could fit a second 
and then a third finger up inside. 

On the bed inside, the sounds of Phoebe's passion had assumed a regular 
rhythm as the woman began a chanting moan in response to the steady humping 
of the two men between whom she was still helplessly wedged. Picking up the 
sound of the woman's impassioned gasps, Mandy began ramming her fingers in 
and out of her wetly sucking cunt, while her free hand pulled almost cruelly 
at her aching nipples. She was afraid of being caught by her father but it 
was impossible for her to stop, her hands having taken over control of her 
will. 

Then Phoebe's choking cries began reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that 
could mean only one thing, her skimming orgasms were over and she was 
building toward the really big one. "Ooooooh, my God!" Phoebe's wild, 
delirious cry came screeching into the hall and then trailed off into a 
strangled scream. Even to Mandy's passion-clogged senses, it was possible to 
discern the wild crashing of the bedsprings and the obscene outbursts of the 
two men as they emptied their lewd male sperm deep into Phoebe's beautiful 
white belly and her stretched rectum. 

This was the moment that Mandy unconsciously had been waiting for. Thrusting 
her three fingers as far up inside her cunt as they would go, she fought to 
puncture the illusory bubble of her passion and climax together with the 
three inside the bedroom. Then the first incredible shock of her orgasm hit 
her with savage force. She sucked in her stomach muscles like a driver 
making her first plunge, her whole body stiffening and arching backward. She 
bit down sharply on her lower lip to stifle any sound she might make as she 
threw back her head and continued to thrust her three fingers like a thick 
hard cock in and out of her wildly contracting cunt. Completely out of 
control now, Mandy closed her eyes and let her feet slip away from the wall, 
dropping her jeans and pulling one foot free so she could spread her legs 
still farther apart to welcome the hand that she now considered to belong to 
a phantom lover. She could feel the hot flood of her orgasmic secretions 
drenching her hand and her panties and smearing down the smooth skin at the 
inside of her quivering thighs. She had no idea how long it went on, but 
when she opened her eyes and gazed about the hall, it seemed like hours. 

When she looked back into the room, the two men had disengaged themselves 
from Phoebe and gotten off the bed, their penises spent and hanging down 
like tassels between their legs. Phoebe was just raising herself from the 
bed, and Mandy decided that she had better get back into her jeans, go back 
outside and re-enter, this time making a racket! 

* * * 

Ken Cotton stepped back and surveyed the table. It was all ready with the 
dishes and silverware in their proper places, he hoped. As many years as he 
had sat down at a table, he still did not know where the damn forks were 
supposed to go! He had mixed two old-fashioneds and put them in the 
refrigerator. When he had given up in his search for his wife, he had 
decided to pick up some Chinese food and surprise her when she finally came 
home. He knew she had not gone far because her purse was still in the 
kitchen. He had knocked a long time at Sully's downstairs, thinking she 
might be in with Frannie. If she was, they had refused to answer the door so 
he tried walking the streets. Where in hell would she go just for a shower? 

While he was thinking that he should have told the girls to wait until 
Phoebe had taken her shower, he began thinking for the first time of all 
that she did. She was the only one with a steady job and yet she did all the 
cooking and the housework. If he had a job, he would resent having to do the 
housework. He resented the idea even without a job! Why had it not occurred 
to him that her coldness and bitterness was very likely bred of resentment. 
And she had a right to that resentment, he had to admit. He glanced at the 
kitchen clock and went into the bathroom. He hurriedly combed his straight 
hair, inching it over the bald spot in back. Then he thought he heard the 
hall door open. It could be Phoebe. Dotty was still sleeping, he suspected. 
He looked out into the hall. Christ, she didn't look as though she had found 
her shower after all. 

"Surprise!" he called although she could not yet see into the kitchen. She 
looked at him quickly with tired looking eyes. "Want a shower?" he asked. 
"I've got the old-fashioneds in the refrigerators and... and Chinese food 
for supper." 

She was slowly reaching the kitchen. "Who set the table?" she asked, 
surprised. 

"I did!" her husband boasted. "And look at this!" He moved by her to the 
refrigerator. With a flourish he opened the door and indicated the waiting 
drinks. Phoebe had to lean on the table for support. "And hereafter, if I'm 
not working, I'm going to be home in time to have this ready every night!" 
he continued. "Of course, I don't know about the cooking," he admitted. 
"Maybe Dotty will help. Does she know how to cook?" 

Phoebe didn't answer. Oh God, if only he would do this little bit, how good 
it would feel! He was saying something now, handing her a cold drink. "W... 
What?" she asked, taking the drink from him, wondering if it would mix with 
whatever she had had at Tom's. She couldn't even remember. 

"I said I'm sorry I've been so... so unhelpful," he repeated, reaching out 
for her tenderly, cupping her chin and kissing her lips. It was as though he 
were a different man, a man she recalled from somewhere long ago. Yes, she 
remembered him. She had married him! Suddenly she was wide awake. She 
couldn't believe the stirrings in her own body! They were certainly not the 
same as anything she had lately felt. The sense of belonging was included 
with them. 

"Oh, Ken," she whispered huskily, taking his hand. They moved off to the 
bedroom wordlessly. 

Phoebe placed her drink on the bedside table and then, slowly, deliberately, 
unzipped her dress. The fragile garment slipped down her lithe, white body 
and fell in a heap on the floor. With a flick of her fingers, she released 
her breasts from the confines of her bra and stood there, her white skin 
glowing against the black of her brief nylon panties. 

Ken sucked in his breath at the sight of his wife's naked body. He was still 
awed by the perfect symmetry of her frame. Even though she was such a little 
thing, she was perfectly proportioned. Her firm breasts were still upswept 
even at thirty-five, and her slender waist flared to gracefully molded hips. 
The past several years of racing around a department store on foot was 
apparently enough exercise to keep her legs trim and there was not a trace 
of excess fat on her sinewy thighs. It had been a long time since he had 
admired her. They both realized it. She moved toward him, her hands on her 
hips. He was sitting on the bed, his drink in his hand. As he saw Phoebe 
approaching, he took a long gulp from the glass and sat it down on the 
table. 

Phoebe sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She immediately 
began to blow softly into his ear, and Ken could feel himself flush all 
over. His cock leapt into half-erection and pushed painfully against his 
pants, demanding release. The heady scent of a strange bath powder filled 
his nostrils and he inhaled it. It seemed to waft into his lungs and up to 
his brain until his entire being was intoxicated by the musky fragrance. 
Phoebe nibbled at his ear and played with his hair, twisting her fingers 
through the strands, pulling and tugging it gently. He could feel her full, 
firm breasts digging into his chest, and the nipples were already beginning 
to rise from the friction that Phoebe was voluntarily creating by rubbing 
them against the nylon of his shirt. God, it was like a second honeymoon! 

He pulled her closer to him and crushed his mouth down on hers. He stroked 
her heart-shaped face, and his tongue slipped in past her guardian teeth and 
joyfully united with hers. As they kissed, Ken could feel a gnawing in the 
pit of his stomach, and his cock was even more painfully erect. He could 
feel Phoebe quiver beneath his touch as she returned thrust for thrust with 
her own agile tongue. He couldn't believe it! She slipped her hand down and 
cupped his bulging genitals, massaging them softly with an expert motion. 
The gnawing in his stomach was spreading to his loins as he probed 
frantically with his tongue in the warm softness of her mouth. 

"Oh, honey," he moaned. Her stroking of his prick had become more rapid, and 
her other hand was creeping down under his shirt collar and tracing light 
feathery touches on his back. Suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer. He 
pushed her away from him, and she fell onto the bed. He ripped off his 
clothes and stood over her, his erect cock jutting out proudly, thankful for 
its freedom. Phoebe lay spread-eagled on the bed and looked up at him, her 
blue eyes half-closed. Ken could see her dark pubic hair through the 
diaphanous material of her panties and he noticed that the crotchband was 
already moist. A sheer film of perspiration coated her inner thighs, which 
were spread invitingly. 

Ken lowered himself over the prostrate figure of his wife with a groan and 
once more clamped his lips down on hers. Her arms encircled his neck and 
drew him even closer to her. His hands closed in on the shivering orbs of 
her breasts, and he rolled the turgid nipples between his thumbs and 
forefingers, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from Phoebe. He felt the 
budding nipples grow under his manipulation until they stood out tautly from 
the dark circled areolae. His hands dropped down to her nipped-in waist and 
still further, caressing the firm flesh as they went. They came to the 
confining waistband of her panties and with an almost angry tug, tried to 
pull them off. But Phoebe raised her hips off the bed and Ken was able to 
slip the flimsy nylon covering from her quivering thighs. He ran his hands 
joyfully over her smooth hips and cupped her blonde pubic mound in his big 
left palm. Phoebe flexed her loins up and pressed her glistening pubic 
triangle against his palm and began to gyrate slowly, grinding herself up 
mercilessly. Ken probed and searched and finally parted the soft throbbing 
furrow down between her legs. 

As she felt his fingers come in contact with her sensitive inner cuntal 
lips, Phoebe gasped and then began to moan as the ceaselessly working 
fingers teased the delicate tissues. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," she sighed softly 
as the index finger came into contact with the throbbing button of her 
clitoris. Expertly, she thrust her pelvis up and Ken's finger stroked the 
acme of her desire, sending chills rippling up and down her spinal column. 
She could feel the hardness of his prick digging into her lower stomach and 
she felt an overpowering desire to have it crammed deep into her hot pussy. 
Ken's middle finger found the star-shaped entrance to her body and plunged 
into the warm fleshy folds. The contact with her hidden recesses seemed to 
set off a spark in Phoebe's body, and she thrashed about, desperately trying 
to engulf more of the fingers deeper into her hungry body. She wrenched her 
mouth free from Ken's and began to toss her head from side to side. 

"Oh, Ken! Fuck me, my darling! Please fuck me now!" she moaned, digging her 
fingernails into her husband's back. Her animalistic clawing touched off the 
dynamite of Ken's abstinence during the earlier lesbian sequence and he 
lowered himself slightly until his prick was poised teasingly at her tight 
quivering cuntal opening. Withdrawing the lubricant soaked fingers, he 
hesitated just a second before plunging his enlarged rod into her waiting 
orifice. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh," Phoebe groaned, her body leaping up off 
the bed in frenzied passion. She raised her legs and locked them tight up 
around her husband's back, imprisoning him in a desperate love-grip. 
Immediately Ken began a slow and loving fucking in and out, drawing the long 
prick out until the entire length of it was buried deep in her hungrily 
grasping cunt. Phoebe began to answer his down thrusts with an upsweep of 
her own and tantalized his withdrawing cock by a slow, clasping downsweep. 
Their years of attempted and often soured lovemaking had finally borne 
fruit. They were fucking in perfect unison, each familiar with and yearning 
for the other. Phoebe moaned softly, her entire being engulfed with sensuous 
and spiritual desire, and Ken's gnawing had erupted into an all-devouring 
hunger, reaching for complete lustful satiation. 

* * * 

Dotty awoke and lay staring at the ceiling for a long time. So much had 
happened in so few days that she felt confused by it all. She thought of the 
block of wood down in the little entry inside the big outside door and 
wondered if Mrs. Smithers would make the girls take it out themselves. She 
usually pulled that sort of deal. Whenever they cut paper dolls on the 
porch, Mrs. Smithers always made them pick up the little pieces of paper 
that naturally blew around in the wind even though it would be much easier 
for her to do it with her broom. Dotty was sure that Mandy had forgotten 
about her toilet idea now. Maybe they could get Dotty's father to move the 
wood. Mandy would probably be dumb enough to tell him what they had used it 
for too. Yeah, and he would laugh, that's all. 

She turned over on her side. Something was bothering her. Something was 
itching, and it was not a physical ache. She wished, kind of, that it had 
all not happened because probably now her mother would go away, maybe even 
take her with her. Dotty liked her father okay and all that, but... she much 
preferred to think that her father loved her mother and she wished her 
mother loved her father. She supposed all that was quite impossible, 
especially now. She turned over onto her other side. 

What was that strange noise? She sat up, alert, listening. It sounded like 
an animal crying for food. There it was again! It was a whimpering, moaning 
sound. She tiptoed around the side of her bed and out to the living room, 
where the moaning sound got louder. There was an open window. Maybe there 
was a pigeon on the windowsill or in the eaves. Dotty stole silently across 
the room so as not to frighten it away if it was a bird. But she could see 
nothing. Again she listened and hearing nothing, returned across the room. 
No, there it was! She tiptoed along the hall to her parents' room. The door 
was slightly ajar and she peeked in carefully. Gosh! Dotty drew in her 
breath and gasped! Her eyes were riveted on the nakedly entwined couple in 
the bedroom. She had never seen anything like it! She knew she should leave, 
should refrain from watching this private scene. Yet, her heart was all 
bloated with love for the couple inside and she was so happy that she 
couldn't tear herself away. Instead she feasted her eyes on the writhing 
figures on the bed. 

Phoebe's hands were digging hungrily into Ken's back, leaving deep red 
scratches on the smooth surface. Her face was grotesquely distorted but 
Dotty now knew the strange happiness that signified and she was glad. Her 
mother's hair was tangled and mussed, too. Her legs were kicking furiously 
in a wild staccato into his lower back, urging him on to greater and deeper 
surges. Ken's entire body glistened from his exertion, and occasionally he 
dipped his mouth down and planted leechlike kisses on his wife's body, 
leaving a black and blue imprint of teeth on her soft flesh. 

Dotty dug her knuckles into her mouth to try to stifle the cry of empathetic 
pleasure that was threatening to erupt when she first caught sight of Ken's 
hugely throbbing cock as it withdrew from Phoebe's hot moist cunt. Her eyes 
bulged as they drank in the length of it. It seemed so different from a 
distance! Or maybe she had just not paid that much attention. But it seemed 
so much thicker! Then suddenly, that strange new sensation, so recently 
introduced to her, caught hold of her body once again as she gazed at the 
heavily skewering hardness, the blue veined underside, the angry red 
blood-engorged head. She noticed his balls dangling obscenely down between 
his legs and she thought she could see them throb with the weight of their 
lewd liquid. She watched, enthralled, as she saw Ken suddenly grasp Phoebe's 
legs and raise them up until they dangled over his shoulders. For a moment, 
he gazed at the salacious view of her unprotected crotch that this position 
afforded him, and as he did so, Dotty could also see the whole of Phoebe's 
upraised pelvis. 

Even from the hallway, Dotty could see the hungry clasping hole of her cunt, 
opening and closing, trying to suck in anything that ventured near. She 
could see that the outer lips were swollen with passion and that the tip of 
her reddish clitoris was visibly quivering through the hair-lined flanges. 
Then her father plowed forward once more, sinking his rod all the way into 
her mother's upraised cunt. 

"Hhhmmmmmmmmmmm," Phoebe moaned as the hardened head of her husband's prick 
slammed against her cervix, now exposed to assault from the unnaturalness of 
this new position. 

Mesmerized, Dotty watched as Ken surged forward again and again, his hands 
digging into Phoebe's buttocks, holding her in a love-locked vise. Dotty ran 
her tongue over her lips. Suddenly, her mouth was dry, and she felt hot and 
clammy all over. There was that burning sensation again between her legs and 
she clamped her thighs together in an effort to quench it. Beads of 
perspiration broke out on her upper lip, and she felt dizzy. But she 
couldn't bear not to watch the lewd sight. She had to see everything. Her 
eyes still glued to her frantically fucking parents inside, she began to 
sway slightly in time to their furious rocking. Of its own accord, her hand 
flew to her small budding breasts, which had not yet been confined by a bra, 
and gently began to massage the tiny nipples, which were beginning to 
involuntarily throb and ache. With a slow circular movement she moved her 
palm over her awakening buds, bringing a little relief to her trembling 
body. 

But her relief was short-lived. Yielding to the ache in her breasts had only 
served to increase the fire that was now suddenly burning like wildfire down 
between her legs. Frantically she dropped her hand to her pubic mound and 
pressed it against the quivering flesh. She knew that she should go now, 
that the scene inside the bedroom was too much for her. But try as she 
would, she could not convince herself to leave the sight of her parents 
hungrily fucking inside. The fire raging between her legs was all-consuming. 
Hastily she dropped her hand and raised the hem of her short little dress. 
Inch by inch her hand crept up to the passion moistened point of her desire. 
She slipped a finger inside the leg of her panties and then gasped with 
relief as it made contact with the already moist flesh. Tentatively, she 
probed through the sparse, baby-fine hair and stroked the outer lips gently. 
She stroked in time to the rhythm of the wildly writhing figures. But she 
knew that what she was doing would never be enough. She would have to go 
further. She had to do something to control the burning searing fire raging 
out of control deep in her white young belly. 

Dotty's breath was coming in short gasps as she searched in the warm hidden 
folds of her still virginal cunt. With a tiny moan, she found the throbbing 
hardened tip of her clitoris and began to stroke the erotic button. Shivers 
of ecstasy raced through her as she caressed the tiny fleece hidden bud. Her 
eyes dimmed and she could only make out the blur of mother and father as 
they jerked against each other. Through the mist of her eyes, she could see 
Phoebe thrust her pelvis up, arching her back and raising both their bodies 
up off the bed. Every muscle and cord was tensed in her supple body as she 
rose to meet Ken's insurge. Ken was perspiring freely now and his breathing 
became a series of heavy pants. 

A warm flush enveloped Dotty's young body as she stroked her awakened 
clitoris in time with Ken's rhythmic sawing while her other hand freely 
manipulated her breasts through the material of her dress. Rivulets of 
perspiration ran down her inner thighs, and she felt damp patches on her 
skirt. She could barely control the countless mewls which were escaping from 
her throat. Suddenly, angered by the impeding material of her dress, she 
bunched it up around her waist and, reluctantly removing her hand from her 
aching breasts, held it there. Impatiently she eased the wet panties down 
over her slender hips until they fell to just above her knees. All caution 
left her. Nothing mattered but the fiery tingling deep in her young loins. 

Tentatively she tested the tight resisting ring of her cunt with her middle 
finger. The tender flesh felt moist and elastic under her touch and she 
pushed gently at the unwilling entrance. She winced from the pain as she 
probed the fleshy petal-like opening and slowly insinuated the tip inside 
the warm, wet little hole. Chills and shivers ran up and down her back like 
icy fingers, raising goose bumps all over her, which created a tingle over 
her entire body and contrasted almost painfully with the warmth of her skin. 

The cries from the bedroom were now more strangled and more intense and 
suddenly Dotty could stand it no longer! With a deep throated grunt, she 
rammed her entire finger up into the virginal orifice between her legs. 
Gasping from the novel contact, she rotated her finger harder up inside the 
steaming sheath. She felt the warm walls of her pussy, close in on her 
finger and sighed as her rummaging sent new spasms of joy shooting through 
her. Then she inserted another finger, and then another, until all three 
were stretching around in her secret depths. The fire was quenched at last, 
but a new, more searing sensation took its place. At last she knew what she 
had been doing for Mandy! 

A growing hunger reared up and threatened to overpower her. Desperately she 
fingerfucked herself and tears of frustration came to her eyes as she 
realized that they were not enough. She needed even more inside her. 
Greedily she stared at the huge fleshy pole which was tearing into her 
mother's cunt, and anger welled up in her. She wanted a cock, a man's cock, 
inside her. That's why the ache would not go away! She wished, oh, how she 
wished that it was she who was twisting and flailing nakedly under her 
father's rod! Yet just a few minutes ago she had been so happy to see that 
it was her mother! But now her mother didn't matter anymore! Closing her 
eyes, Dotty tried to imagine what it would be like to have him fucking her, 
to feel his weight rocking above her. But all she could feel was the 
inadequacy of her own fingers, and she moaned softly outside her parents' 
bedroom. She could feel the waves of heat gathering momentum inside her. She 
was out of control now. She didn't know what was happening and didn't care. 
She opened her eyes again and fastened them once more on the monster cock 
plowing into her mother. She saw her cunt cling hungrily to its width as it 
withdrew, the delicate pink hair-fringed edges pulling out with it, 
unwilling to let it go, even for a moment. 

Again she closed her eyes, thinking only of Ken's engorged cock, sawing in 
and out, his balls pounding against her mother's anus, his fingers digging 
into the flesh of her buttocks, her arms locked around his neck, her legs 
hanging over his shoulders, her naked vagina upraised and defenseless before 
his ceaseless surging. 

"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhh! Oh, God, I'm cummmmmiiiinnnngggg!" 

Dotty's eyes flew open. The unearthly shriek had come from the bedroom. She 
saw Phoebe bucking and jerking like a wild woman, her head flailing from 
side to side, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling. Another groan pierced 
the twilight stillness, this time a low, male groan and then she saw Ken 
lurching uncontrollably into Phoebe as spasm after spasm overtook him, his 
testicles jerking as they pumped their hot, scalding sperm deep up into her 
belly. And it was finally happening to her, too. The heat was a furnace now 
and cloud after cloud of it swept through her. Her hips were jerking 
strangely, and she felt as if she were drifting, her head spun around, and 
involuntarily her fingers dug deeper and deeper into herself. Then the cloud 
burst, raining sparks on her. She heard a mewling. Was it herself? And she 
felt a warm wetness on her fingers and running down her inner thighs. It 
felt so good! She wanted this blessed feeling to go on forever! But finally 
it stopped and a strange peace took over. Her body still quivered and she 
opened her eyes. It was quite dark outside and the light had faded in the 
hallway and in the bedroom. She looked in and could make out the figures of 
her father and Phoebe, he lying over her, her legs still spread. They seemed 
to be asleep. Dotty crept up to them and could see a thin stream of sticky 
white liquid seeping out from between her mother's legs and there was a look 
of utter tranquility on her face. Never in her whole life had Dotty seen 
such a look on her mother's face! A new love swept over Dotty for her 
mother, and she knew she must be certain that Mandy got nowhere near Ken 
Cotton again! 

After rebuckling her belt, Dotty crept out of the house and across the hall. 
She was just about to knock when a tall blond man opened the door and 
stepped out. "Hi!" he said. "You want to come in?" 

"I'm looking for Mandy," Dotty told him in a firm tone of voice. 

"Right inside," he said, waving his hand through the open door. She walked 
in and closed the door after herself. Mandy was sprawled on the living room 
couch in a sea of funny books. 

"Mandy!" Dotty said, determined not to lose her nerve. Dotty was the 
stronger of the two physically, but mentally Mandy could always overpower 
her. Not this time. "Mandy!" she repeated as her dark-haired friend finished 
a page before acknowledging Dotty's presence. "I want you to stay away from 
my father! He belongs to my mother!" She was starting to shake with the 
audacity of confronting her friend as well as from the new parental 
loyalties stirring in her heart. Mandy was gaping at her in astonishment. 
Dotty blurted out even louder. "Your father doesn't belong to anyone! Why 
don't you fuck him! And... and leave my father alone!" Mandy's little face 
was beet red, and Thomas Carillo stepped into the living room from the 
little kitchen. Dotty did not see him because she had stepped up close to 
her friend just an instant before and had her back now to the kitchen door. 
Her arms were outswept toward Mandy and tears were streaming down her 
soft-skinned face. "I know how it feels, Mandy. I get a terrible hunger in 
me, too, now. Right now I feel... I feel empty inside..." 

Tom looked at the red face of his daughter. She was staring at Dotty, trying 
to shut her up with her hard look. That told him all he needed to know. 
Anger started to well up in his chest. 

"What is this all about!" he almost shouted. 

Poor Dotty jumped a mile, but Mandy grabbed at whatever was available for 
self-defense and played her cards like an expert. 

"She's talking about her father and mother, Daddy. You know Phoebe next 
door? The woman in the blue robe?" 

Dotty could not follow what Mandy was saying. It made no sense to her. She 
had been talking about their sexual hungers and her mother didn't have a 
blue robe, but she noticed the change that came over Mr. Carillo's face, the 
look of astonishment and then of a slightly smiling contrition. 

"Guess you've made it into womanhood, that right, Mandy?" he asked softly. 
There was a pain in his heart. He wondered for the first time if she was 
going to be too wild, like her mother. Would she, too, tire of him and leave 
him? He had tried to keep his sexual life from her. How long had she 
understood the import of his late homecomings? He glanced at Dotty, whose 
big golden brown eyes were studying every move he made. "I guess you kids 
know the score," he said. "I can't say I'm happy about your growing up so 
soon, but it can't be helped now, I suppose." He sighed and sat with Mandy 
and the mess of comic books. He swept her up against his bathrobe covered 
chest and loosened the robe as he did so that Dotty caught sight of the 
little dark curls on his muscular chest. "Now what do we do?" he was asking 
almost inaudibly. 

"We can be your girls!" Mandy suggested. She knew that there was not much he 
could say to her. He had understood by her reference to Phoebe and the blue 
robe that his daughter had seen something. She knew he would not want Ken to 
know what had occurred when Phoebe had come for the shower. Now she was 
going to see just how much she could milk out of him. "We already know what 
it's all about, Daddy. In fact, we're real good at it. Come on and we'll 
show you!" She bounced out from among the paper books and pulled at his 
hand. "Want to play, Dotty?" she asked her friend, a lewd smile on her face. 

She looked at Dotty, who was still looking him, not with the eyes of a child 
but eyes of a woman. It was an insane idea he thought, but why was he 
considering it? He recognized the reason. He was so deathly afraid that 
Mandy would leave him. If this were a way to keep her... just a little 
longer... In a daze, he arose at the urging of his daughter's tug and almost 
without thinking, held out his other hand to her friend. Dotty's mouth gaped 
open, but she followed. 

In the bedroom, watching the two girls undress excitedly, his prick began to 
grow rapidly. Suddenly he felt a soft childish hand caressing it. Looking 
down, he saw that it was Dotty who was stroking it so lovingly, and he 
gently pushed her onto the bed on her back. He caught her by the ankles and 
spread her slim legs and settled himself between them. He cast his eyes over 
her unbelievably luscious body and thought how well she was developing for a 
twelve year old. She was more a ripened woman than he had realized, or 
perhaps it had just happened, this transition from the familiar timid, 
awkward little girl he had known. He could see how firm her breasts were 
becoming and how round and smooth her hips. She lay back before him on the 
soft bed, her face raised in trusting anticipation. He noticed that her hair 
was a trifle browner than her mother's. He felt her fingers trailing along 
his back, teasing him, trying to pull him down on her. The sparse young 
pubic triangle between her legs was relatively hairless and shone white next 
to her tanned legs. 

Dotty's hand was still clutched around his expanding penis, and the tip of 
her forefinger played with the opening at the top, taunting it while she 
investigated, the nail slipping into the tight little slit. Tom lowered 
himself between her legs and began to caress her body with his hand. He felt 
her tremble and quiver beneath his touch and her body, ready for the 
pleasure for which she had yearned, was already beginning to flush. She 
instinctively guided the head down toward her downy triangle and began to 
lubricate it in the juices which were beginning to trickle from her willing 
cunt. The faint pearly pinkness of her treasure gleamed in the bright 
reading light of his room, and Tom could see the eye of her clitoris 
twinkling through the soft hairs of the swelling furrows. He could feel the 
delicate skin of her cunt as it grazed the head of his cock and his hands 
continued to play along the smooth contours of her body. 

She raised her knees up and he grasped her firmly by her ankles and hoisted 
a leg over each shoulder so that they dangled down his back. He stared at 
the delicate feminine mystery as if he was seeing such for the first time. 
The softness, the many shadings of pinkness, the faint pulsing of it utterly 
fascinated him and he licked his lips in anticipatory glee. He tested the 
smooth fleshy head against the contracting folds of Dotty's cunt, and then 
gently began to sway forward, trying to insert its massiveness into the soft 
unresisting pussy flesh. He was surprised that after an initial prodding and 
relatively little trouble, he was able to enter the child. Maybe it was 
because she was so big-boned, he thought. She was more like her father 
rather than her mother in build. But he was careful and took it slowly and 
tenderly, pressing on until he felt the head slip inside with a gentle 
lurch. He was pressing her lips together tightly but her eyes were dancing. 
He held her securely by the buttocks, his fingers clutching the tender young 
flesh. He looked down at her pearly pink cunt edges closing in around his 
cock as he began to saw slowly forward, sinking his member deep up into her 
molded depths. 

It took time for her cunt to respond eagerly to his advancing penis, but 
Dotty was not going to let him know of the slightest twinge of pain and 
there certainly was pain. Mandy had warned her of it though. She knew it 
would not last and she didn't want him to stop so she held on to her smile 
with all her might. Finally her cunt seemed to be grasping his prick and 
sucking it in, her sensitive flesh rippling over the webbed ridged surface 
of it. On and on he reamed until he had imbedded it all in her sinewy 
depths. He felt his pendulous balls scrape against her upraised crotch, and 
he looked down and saw that their pubic hairs, her faint ones and his dark 
ones, were damp. 

Dotty's hands were digging convulsively into the soft blankets on either 
side of her, and her breasts were heaving in passion. Her mouth was 
half-open and her eyes were tightly closed. Little droplets of sweat stood 
out on her upper lip. Slowly he withdrew his penis, watching the greedy 
velvetlike flesh clinging hungrily to his exciting cock. When he had 
withdrawn all but the very top, he plowed forward again, burying it 
completely in her once more. Little moans of joy escaped from Dotty's lips 
and already her head was beginning to flail from side to side. He felt the 
beginnings of a churning motion in her loins, and the inside of her cunt 
grasped at his prick, opening and closing without let up. He forced his 
hands between her shoulders and ran them down the soft curves of her back 
and waist, and she rippled the ridges of her backbone serpentlike in a slow 
undulation. The sinews of her muscles quivered lightly just under the tanned 
skin, and he could feel the vibrations resounding through her from her 
desperate churning below. 

Mandy sat watching the lustful scene, her admiring little eyes riveted on 
her father's plunging cock. Gee, he was the best! She enviously watched as 
Dotty began to writhe and flail beneath him. Mandy saw Dotty's hips pound 
and batter against his, her legs clutching his neck in a bearlike grip. Her 
hands were digging into his neck, and he felt as if his body was being torn 
asunder, so strong was her passion-incited hold. A deep animal growl began 
to murmur in Dotty's throat, and then she was screaming wildly, her head 
pounding against the mattress. Her cunt clutched and unclutched his penis in 
a frenetic attempt to drain it dry in time to the gushing of her own 
secretions, which were copiously flowing out around it, and she succeeded. 

Tom heard himself uttering harsh snarls of animalistic fury and then his own 
hips were bashing against her. A volcano had erupted in his balls, and now 
the white molten lava was speeding along his cock to burst into the crater 
of her cunt. Spurt after spurt he sent shooting into her, and her 
ever-hungry cunt swallowed every last drop. Long after she had pumped his 
cock dry, she continued her maniacal milking, refusing to believe that there 
was none left. With the whimper of a sulking child, she relaxed her 
deathlike grip on him and sank in a heap onto the bed. 

Tom dozed off, satiated by the beautiful fucking of the young twelve year 
old he had just experienced until he was wakened by what seemed like insects 
crawling all over him. He could hear a vague conversation in the room. 

"We're going to have to move the bedroom into the little entry now!" Dotty 
was slightly giggling. 

"No, let's put it in the hall in front of Mrs. Smithers door!" his own 
daughter's voice retorted. 

Tom attempted to rouse himself and brush the crawling things from his 
stomach, but they were not insects. It was Mandy, a curious lustful gleam in 
her eyes, who was bending over him, her long dark hair sweeping and tickling 
his flesh. For a moment he thought it was her mother! A sob caught in his 
throat as the familiar lascivious grin spread over her face, but he caught 
his emotions and turned to the playfulness that would not frighten them. 

"Oh, no, not again!" he exclaimed, which convulsed the two little girls with 
ringing laughter. 


THE END
