Daddy's Dolls
by Bonita Ray
(LLP-916)


Chapter One 

"Your father and mother were nudists." 

Both girls looked startled. "No!" Jan cried. "Come on," said Vivian. 

"Would you like to see some pictures?" Mark Taylor asked. He smiled 
expansively at the two daughters of Sam Rogers that sat in his restaurant 
enjoying the luncheon special. They were on a break together from their work 
in their father's store, which was just across the street and up a few 
places from Taylor's eating place. 

"You mean," said Vivian, the oldest, "that our father who hopes to run for 
the school board-and maybe even later the City Council-" 

"-and Mom who gets shook up by any HINT of sex were once NUDISTS?" 

She shook her head. "Mr. Taylor, you've got the wrong Sam and Anna Rogers." 

"HARDLY. I've known both your folks since before the two of you were born. 
You're twenty-one, Vivian, right? And, Jan, you're nineteen. Nope, No 
mistake. Sam used to tell me that the first time he ever laid eyes on your 
mother she was stark naked. He laughed about it. Said it sped up their 
romance. It was a long time later he got stuffy." 

"I can't believe this," said Vivian. "You say you have PICTURES?" 

"Yep. In an old nudist magazine." 

"There's sure nothing like that in any of the family albums," said Jan, She 
had a light blush on her face now. She seemed more shaken than her older 
sister. "I think you're putting us on, Mr. Taylor. It must be somebody that 
looked a little like them. We've got the most uptight parents in Cleveland, 
BELIEVE ME." 

She finished the last two bites of her sandwich, swilled down the last of 
her coke. "\ don't care much for your jokes, Mr. Taylor. Viv-I'm heading 
back I'll see you at the store." 

"So how come you knew about it?" 

"I was there too. But I didn't stay long. I kept getting hard-ons." 

Vivian was more used to the outspoken ways of the old family friend than 
Jan. She passed that up and said that she might be interested in seeing the 
pictures. It really turned her head around to think of her parents in a 
nudist camp context. Of course, nudists were actually supposed to be like 
religious groups, very proper and moral and all that, devoted to the sun and 
healthy life. Still-"How's your mother, Viv? Still in the hospital?" Mark 
asked the question as he led her to his office down one hall of his coffee 
shop. 

Vivian sighed. "The news is ALL bad-" 

Two weeks before, her mother had suffered a bad fall from a ladder irr the 
Rogers' grocery store. At first it had looked like a simple collar-bone 
break, but there had been complications. And then MORE complications. 

"We have to send her to a special bone clinic that Western Reserve 
University runs up near Ashtabula," Vivian explained. "She may even have to 
go to the Mayo Clinic. She could be gone a month, maybe all summer." 

"That must cost a lot." 

"And it puts a big load on Dad and the two of us," she replied. "It's going 
to be a rotten summer. Dad counted on the summer to get his politics 
started, too. It's a royal MESS." 

But Mark must know all this. The old friends saw each other almost every 
day-Mark at the store or Sam at the restaurant. She felt puzzled by Mr. 
Taylor's special interest in the Rogers family today. Taylor was ALWAYS out 
for himself and seldom signed free luncheon tabs. As for this nudist 
business-how come he'd mentioned it just today? 

Despite the litter in his office, Mr. Taylor came up with the magazine 
surprisingly FAST-as if he'd had it ready. It was one of those old-fashioned 
Sun Camp magazines that circulated so freely in the ancient days before the 
sex revolution when there were few nudes to be seen or bought on open 
newsstands. The kind where somebody airbrushed out everything of erotic 
significance between the legs of the naked people. 

Only sometimes they DIDN'T, even in those days and'Vivian felt a rush as she 
stood in Mr. Taylor's office and looked at the picture of her father and 
mother naked. Mrs. Rogers lay on a sun lounge and Sam was beside her, both 
of them grinning at the camera. You could see most of Sam's cock and part of 
her mother's muff. She feit a little dizzy standing there, staring at their 
unabashed nudity, frozen by the camera so many years ago. Especially she 
felt a twinge of heat between her legs to see the coil of her father's 
manhood. She'd never seen it in real life-but a whole nation HAD seen itl 

Mark watched her carefully and then closing the magazine, handed it to her. 

"Here, you can borrow this, Viv. Go ahead and show it to the old man. Be a 
good joke. He needs something to lighten his life right now, with that bad 
accident and all." 

It seemed to her that the last thing in the world her father needed. But Mr. 
Taylor had a crude way of looking at the world. All you had to do was look 
at Marcy O'Brien, his hostess, to see the direction in which his mind 
worked. 

"I'm not sure he'd want to be reminded," she said. 

"Go ahead. There's a couple of more pictures of 'em in that book. Matter of 
fact, I took those pictures myself. I probably still even have the negs 
around here. And, Viv-tell Sam that I'm still interested in what we talked 
about at breakfast." 

Aha! Something was up, all right. Mark sent some kind of message to her 
father through his daughters, but it was weird, real weird. The whole thing 
was weird, including this shock of finding out her parents had once been 
nudists. 

Leaving his place, Vivian noticed a couple of guys hanging at the hostess 
desk, staring down Marcy's cleavage. That Marcy was something else again. 
She was a flashy redhead who dressed and acted like she had to have a man in 
the next twenty minutes. As a friend of Vivian's quipped "When you go in 
that place, you don't know whether to order food-or Marcy-to eat." 

Vivian remembered her embarrassment the other night when Sam and his 
daughters had dropped in for dinner. Sam had patted Marcy's cute ass. Just 
like that! It was so unlike her proper father-but these were most unusual 
times for him and all of them. With Mom in the hospital, the three of them 
had to work harder in the store and share the cleaning of the apartment 
where they lived over the store, and so they'd begun to eat out a lot. Dad 
was pretty upset with everything just now. She could forgive him absently 
laying a quick hand on Marcy's rear. It practically had a sign on it anyway 
"Visiting hours," She giggled at that. 

Back at the store, Jan had the cash register and Sam: was NOWHERE to be 
seen, so Vivian scooted out into the storeroom to give a closer look at the 
magazine. In the dimness and privacy of the gloomy place she felt a little 
tingle to be staring once again at her father's naked body and especially 
his penis. Wow, he was sure built great! He hadn't changed that much either. 
Working in the store, going to all the meetings he did, plus weekends on the 
Lake or in the woods, Sam Rogers at the age of forty-three was still a young 
man. That is, he seemed better looking and more vigorous to her than the 
young men she dated. 

She quickly riffled through the magazine and found the other pictures. One 
was of her mother, with some other young girls leaping on a volleyball 
court, smaller in size. She felt more than a little embarrassed about that. 
The other was of Sam full length and close up partly turned away from the 
camera as he and the camera looked at a bevy of beauties lying there naked 
in the sun. That picture turned her on even MORE, though it didn't show his 
superb equipment. But it showed his full length body, including a bold shot 
of his ass, terrific male thighs and legs. She gave a gasp and felt her cunt 
begin to burn. That one was DEEPLY sexual! 

"Did you get it? Let me see, let me see!" Jan cried hurrying up to her in 
the gloom of the storeroom. 

"Hey, who's minding the STORE?" Vivian laughed as Jan practically tore the 
magazine from her hands. 

"Nobody out there just now," Jan replied. She buried her face in the 
magazine and went: "Holy Crud! That IS something! Isn't that something, Viv? 
How can we deal with it?" 

"What's to deal with?" laughed Vivian. She felt relieved to share the 
pictures with her sister. It almost SCARED her when she was alone and stared 
at them-as if she wanted to feel herself up and imagine all sorts of 
delicious things. 

"Think of the young girls that must've creamed over this!" cried Jan. "I'll 
bet that plenty of them even masturbated." 

"Oh, Jan," Vivian remonstrated. Her sister seemed to range from being very 
shy to being vulgar. She could never get used to that. It was the same with 
boy friends. Good-looking Jan got plenty of dates, but one guy would be 
crude and the next one shy as a bookworm. The only thing they had in common 
was short tenure. Most lasted about two dates. Vivian tended to have longer 
relationships, but they always seemed to go nowhere. Right now, with Mom's 
accident. Dad's nervousness and the extra work at the store, neither girl 
dated much. 

"Look at that COCK!" Jan exclaimed, finding the other picture. "Holy Crud, I 
never KNEW-" 

"Jan, stop it. You're just shocked and trying to cover it up." 

"It's the first time I ever realized they had bodies and-did things," said 
Jan. "Viv, how can we handle this?" 

"We could make dinner upstairs in the apartment tonight," laughed Vivian. 
"Then we could serve it to him-in the nude." 

The fact was, Vivian worried greatly about her father. Since her mother had 
gone to the hospital, she sensed that Sam was turning into a real tomcat. 
Because of his personality, lots of women fell under his charm, but it did 
no good when Mrs. Rogers was about. The last few weeks had been 
different-Sam talked too long with some of the customers, female. He'd taken 
to throwing his arms about a lady's shoulders, or squeezing a waist. And 
there was that monkey business of patting Marcy's rear. Vivian feared that 
her father, deprived of his regular sex source, was going to get into 
trouble. Maybe if they pulled something radical like this it would shock him 
back to reality. But Jan would never go along with such a weird idea. 

"That's a super great idea!" Jan cried out happily. "Serving dinner-in the 
NUDE. That way we could tell him we know. He's been paying too much 
attention to the women customers anyway. The other day Marcy O'Brien was in 
and she practically rubbed her, you know, tits against him. Her I don't 
trust." So Jan had noticed too. "It might shock him into realizing that he 
belongs to Rogers' women and keep him out of trouble," Vivian smiled. 

"If YOU'VE got the nerve to do it, so have I," 

Jan nodded. 

Vivian had to hurry up front because more customers came in, so she left Jan 
with the magazine and hurried back to business, thrilling to think of this 
neat way to tell Dad that he was forgetting his family. Alone she couldn't 
bring it off, but if Jan were willing-The Rogers store was of the vanishing 
breed of neighborhood establishments that had gone down under the impact of 
supermarkets. Yet just tike TV had not finished off radio stations, small 
markets continued to exist and some did quite well. Sam's ran a general 
grocery line, bigger than a large deli and smaller than a small supermarket. 
The location was okay-a working class neighborhood and Sam's personality did 
the rest. They made a comfortable living-except now they had heavy medical 
expenses, due to Mom's accident. 

Sam had put some money by for his political campaign that fall.. The medical 
expenses would use that up, they were so high. But what worried Vivian worse 
was if her father kept changing like he had. 

"People shop here because they like us," her mother often said. "We have to 
charge more than supermarkets. If anything ever happens to your father, it 
could get rough. VERY ROUGH!" 

So Vivian was really worried if Sam fooled around with Marcy or any of the 
women customers that seemed to have an eye for him. 

Sam came back from lunch at Taylor's, grim and serious, as he had been so 
often lately. Of course he had to drive up to Ashatabula that afternoon to 
see Mom,, but Vivian's heart went out to him. The poor guy really had a load 
to carry. He was such a golden man. He wasn't much over medium height, but 
he had a sturdy, trim body end a cowlick of sandy hair forever falling in 
his eyes. He had big, strong hands and almost a bedside manner. You felt he 
was Daddy to the world. Everybody told him their troubles, and shared their 
good news. With his energy and interest in people, he was a natural to do 
more in this world than run a small grocery, Vivian thought. It was just a 
rotten break that he was stuck with this accident problem right now. 

"Will you be able to do the schoolboard thing this fall?" Vivian asked. 

"It all depends on your mother," Sam said. "The money's bad, but we do have 
that tract of land out by the Cuyahoga River that I can maybe lease or sell. 
More than the MONEY, ft depends on whether Anna needs my personal attention 
this fall, and whether she can still work in the store like she has. Her 
needs have to come first." A few minutes later his head was bent to listen 
to old Mrs. Garber telling him her adventures with her pet dog and the 
postman, it was episode number one hundred and three, Vivian knew, but her 
father listened as if it were some important saga. As if he really cared. 
The truth was, he really DID care.... 

Dinnertime. The store closed at seven, but the last half hour was slow, so 
Vivian sent Jan upstairs to get the dinner started. Sam would be back 
shortly after the store closed, from his trip to see Mom. Tonight both girls 
were superexcited because of the surprise they were planning for their 
father. 

Sam came in, tired and nervous, and went right to his room, once he was 
assured that the store downstairs was properly closed. He seemed pleased 
that they wouldn't have to eat out tonight. Eating out had begun to pall on 
all of them after a couple of weeks or so. Vivian and Jan hadn't stripped 
yet-they'd decided to wait until they called him to dinner. 

Vivian paced back and forth in her Own room, wondering if they'd ever have 
the nerve to do it. She had taken a shower and stripped down to her panties 
and bra, and now the dinner was ready, the time had come. She went to the 
door that connected her bedroom with Jan's and lifted a fist to knock. Then 
she heard sounds that told her she'd better not, just yet.-"Uh, ahhh, ohhh," 
came the muffled exclamations from that next room. Little sister Jan was 
getting it off! Vivian blushed and grinned. Here lately her dear sister had 
been long of the tooth, or to put it more crudely, hot of the cunt. She'd 
faintly heard carnal sounds from that bedroom more than once, and it tickled 
her because once a year ago Jan had caught her fooling with herself in the 
bathroom. At that time Jan had been not only shocked, but outraged. Female 
masturbation she thought was ridiculous and Jan was quite ready to report 
Vivian's peculiarity to the folks. But she didn't. Vivian had convinced her 
that sometimes women could get horny too and required release. She had just 
finished an affair with Walt-and that had been a MISERABLE mess. 

Vivian waited patiently before she again tapped on the door and opened it. 
She was a little too soon. 

Jan lay naked on her bed, her legs spread, with the magazine near her, 
opened. She was in the dreamy post-coital state, and didn't even hear 
Vivian's knock or see her at the door. Her eyes were closed, her long, slim 
body elegantly spread as if a man had just crawled off her. She made a very 
pretty picture. Her long, golden hair was in disarray, and her pretty face 
still had the sex blush from her erotic activity. Both Rogers girls were 
blonde and had good features. Both had their mother's graceful jaw line and 
Scandanavian cheek hollows, with generous but not sloppy lips and turned-up 
chins with clefts. Even their noses were straight-short, no-nonsense. 

Once, for fun, they'd compared their breastworks. It was astonishing how 
closely they resembled on another. Pink aureoles, slightly darker nipples, 
full and generous-they were equally endowed. One's breasts would've fit 
comfortably on the other's body. Vivian's belly was a little flatter than 
Jan's, because Vivian avoided that extra candy bar that. Jan couldn't always 
resist. The rest was similar-height, arms, hip roundness. That made it easy 
to switch clothes, which was fun. The real differences were that Jan's skin 
was slightly darker and more golden. She got out on the Lake more to work on 
her tan. Vivian's hair was lighter, more platinum than blonde, and their 
personalities were different. But whenever Vivian looked at Jan she felt she 
looked at herself. And was not displeased. Having good looks was a real 
advantage in a world where you had to scrabble to get attention. 

Jan had not seen or heard her. Vivian sighed, closed the door, waited a few 
moments and knocked again louder. It was time to get the show on the road. . 

In his room Sam Rogers puffed on his pipe and stared at the wall gloomily. 
It seemed like a serious run of bad luck had started the day Anna took that 
fall from the high ladder in the storeroom. In a way that had been his 
fault. He'd promised to go up there himself and clean off one of the air 
vents which was badly encrusted with dark dust woolies. But it seemed like 
every night he had a meeting with one or another of his clubs and he kept 
putting it off. Anna in her cleanliness obsession finally got the big ladder 
and tried to take care of it herself. 

"I thought if I waited for you it would be Christmas," she told him after it 
happened. 

Well, in a way it was a vacation for a hard-working wife; there was that 
good part of it. Poor Anna had carried a heavy load all last year as he 
extended his nighttime activities to build his image as a school board 
candidate. 

A week after she was gone, Sam realized he had some new problems. He had 
never been able to satisfy himself completely with masturbation. He envied 
the people who did. There were times in his life he'd've given his good 
right arm to get it off by himself. There were times when a wife could drive 
you crazy. Wet dreams sadly came slowly for a man of his age. He considered 
himself weak and neurotic not to be able to enjoy himself as most men 
could-masturbation was a man's final guard of his personal integrity. 
Without it, he existed at the whim of the world, helpless and driven, not in 
full command. 

By the second week he knew he'd never make it through Anna's absence. 
There'd have to be a woman. There were several of his customers that he 
could start something with-and each had a powerful negative attached. He did 
not want to destroy his marriage. Even a hooker represented danger with two 
daughters around and so many people knowing him. 

There was, however, Marcy O'Brien at Taylor's. She'd made it perfectly clear 
more than once that she'd enjoy a bout in bed with him. Mark Taylor was 
safe, doubly safe, now that he wanted something from Sam. His old friend 
could be trusted. Marcy was not married. Marcy was cute, exciting, sexy. She 
was close by and something could be worked out so that nobody knew. He'd set 
it up at his late lunch today. Marcy would sneak into the darkness of the 
store down below when she got off at midnight. She understood why she 
couldn't come upstairs where the girls were. Why he couldn't risk a motel. 
All he had to do was make one short call to confirm that all signals were 
'go.' 

He looked forward to it with guilt, fear, and the heady anticipation of a 
boy going out on his first sex-for-sure date. It had been years and years, 
and the prospect turned him on like fury. He'd been faithful to Anna so long 
that he didn't even know how he'd react. 

There was the other problem of what Mark Taylor wanted from him, but when he 
tried to focus on that all he saw were the soft, silken legs, and the 
well-shaped breasts of Taylor's hostess. Zow! He was really ready for 
action-A knock on his door. 

"Dad. Dinner's ready!" called Vivian's voice. 

He was grateful to the girls for taking the time and trouble to fix a hot 
meal at home. There'd been too much eating out or else packages brought in 
from chicken, pizza or hamburger fast food places. However, tonight he 
didn't think his mind would be much on food. His mind was on the soft throat 
and sensuous mouth of the girl at Taylor's... 

The apartment the Rogers lived in was really more like a full home built on 
the second story. The store occupied the ground floor and was big enough to 
allow plenty of room for living upstairs. Rogers Grocery and the Jiving 
quarters were a complete, separate building. There were three bedrooms, a 
living room, a large kitchen, a study aad a large dining area big enough to 
be a dining room except that there were no walls. He ambled out to his place 
at the circular table and sat with a sigh in his favorite chair. Time to put 
troubles aside, visit with those great kids of his, and look forward to the 
later enjoyments of the evening... 

"Dinner-" 

"Ta-ra-" 

"-is served-" 

"Ta-ra-" came the voices of the girls as they marched in from the kitchen. 
Sam smiled, started to say something, looked, gulped, and went white. 

"WHAT THE HELL!" 

His two daughters came in side by side each carrying a tray from Anna's 
silver set- Above each tray were two breasts, full and glorious and stark 
naked. Under each tray were two flat, naked bellies, punctuated with cute 
navels and then came the flare of rounded hips, bare. 

The girls had not quite been able to risk full nudity. Each wore a brief 
bikini panty, and then came curving thighs, golden for Jan, silken for 
Vivian, and then bare calves and both were barefooted. 

"Welcome to Camp Glow-Ray!" laughed Jan. 

"This is your past, Sam Rogers!" cried Vivian. "Nudism returns to the 
family." 

All of this nudity, especially when Sam had been thinking about sex anyway, 
stunned him. He stared at his two young daughters in horror and disbelief. 
Even as he started, he felt a mighty rush of excitement in his belly. 

"WHAT-DO YOU THINK-YOU'RE DOING!" 

"We learned today that you and Mom used to be nudists," Jan laughed. 

"Yes, you met in the nude-guess what-you produced two daughters each with a 
nude gene of her own." 

His face was white. He trembled all over, staring at the naked iusciousness 
spread before him. 

"You ... stupid girls ... go put an___some clothes... at once." 

It was horrifying to see the fun and laughter die from their faces as they 
stared at him, as they saw their mistake, as they saw his shock and 
embarrassment. They stopped. Father and nude daughters stared at each other. 

Sam gave a cry of rage and came for them. Vivian stood her ground, but Jan, 
more frightened and shocked by his disapproval just tossed the food tray 
into the air and fled. The tray and its contents fell with a disastrous 
crash. Sam reached her and lashed out with a furious hand aimed at her NEAR 
naked backside. It struck her buttocks with a meaty 'whap' sound, and she 
howled like an Indian, burst into tears and fled into her room. Her door 
slammed and locked. 

He knew he'd made a mistake at that instant. Jan was the moody one and when 
she got down on you that was it for weeks. His reaction had been swift, 
spontaneous-now he'd really done it. 

"Oh, hell," he said, white-faced and turned back towards Vivian. 

She had put her tray down carefully on the table and glared at him, 
white-faced, her fear, however, turning to anger. 

"Mark Taylor told us you and Mom used to be nudists. He showed us pictures. 
It shouldn't shake you up. We only wanted to put some fun into some of these 
grisly old days." 

"Oh, baby," he said, "oh BABY!" 

He went to Vivian immediately trying to make amends for his outburst. He 
grabbed her and hugged her. Her nude breasts went against his chest. Her 
young loins forced tight to his belly. 

"That rat-he shouldn't have done that-it was a buried secret-so long ago-I'd 
forgotten-we were all so young-it was kicks-and we really believed too-there 
was nothing wrong with it, but-Oh, Vivee, I'm so sorry I blew. You and Jan 
trying to lift me-yes, yes-" 

Even as he tried to explain he realized he'd made a second mistake. The 
sight of all that sweet young flesh, his own aroused mood, did it. His cock 
began to harden as he held his oldest daughter. Not slowly either. One 
minute they embraced, and the next thing he knew his powerful stander dug 
into his daughter's belly, hot and hard. 

 Chapter Two 

Sam wanted to let go of his sexy, nigh-nude daughter. Yet the thrills that 
possessed him held him there. His poor, unused cock had gone to an iron 
state in his pants sensing the proximity of that soft girl belly, barely 
concealed in bikini panties. He groaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy at that 
sweet embrace. He felt the roundness of her bare tits on his chest, through 
his shirt. He even imagined he felt the pressure of her hard nipples. Before 
he could control it, his hands across her bare back stroked and kneaded 
supple young flesh. Shocked as he was to find such a hot response to her 
young body within himself, he still enjoyed that hug. 

Vivian didn't pull back either. She was no neophyte in sex. Walt hid changed 
all of that. She loved her father and was not embarrassed by the hug. What 
She did not expect was the swift and passionate response of his body to her 
nudity. Almost before she knew it she felt his penis go hard and press at 
her belly through his pants. She responded almost without thinking. She 
undulated her belly on that hard cock, aware that her own cunt had turned 
on. The burn and the creamy feeling came at the same time. 

"Oh, Dad, poor Dad. You NEED sex!" 

"No, no, I was simply ... it was just..." He knew he had to break off that 
hug, especially when the girl began to gyrate her belly sexily against his 
cock. Vivian seemed neither surprised nor shocked. In fact, she seemed ... 
willing. 

It felt so great. Here lately he'd gotten away from a lot of sex with his 
wife. It seemed as if his political ambitions served in place of it. So even 
when Anna was around he wasn't exactly fucked out. There were times in life 
when you did things you weren't supposed to do, and kept on doing them for a 
while in spite of it. 

Vivian's body heat magnificently warmed him and she put a set of velvet lips 
to his ear to whisper. 

"Go on-you have to get it off." 

"Vivian, NOOO, I-" 

He made a half-hearted effort to let go of her but she only pressed against 
him harder. 

"Men need relief. Walt taught me that. I'll help you-any way you want." 

"No, Vivee. l^-weeee-" He shook all over in his attempt to force himself to 
end that deeply sexual, golden embrace. His hungry cock would not let him 
go. 

"Put your hands-lower," she whispered. Her breath, so close to his ear was 
an added, sweet sex torture. Her voice at his ear vibrated and with her hot 
breath made him shiver. Hypnotized, in spite of himself, he ran his hands 
down over the girl's rounded ass. . 

He'd never touched anything that felt so good. Both his daughters had sexy 
little rumps. Kneading the satin flesh with only the bikini covering made 
his cock thrill more. He felt her buttocks tense and relax, tense and relax, 
as she ground her pelvis against his cock. The little devil masturbated him 
in his pants with her flat little belly. 

"Ahhh, now, noooo," he protested. 

Vivian had gone HOT, HOT, HOT. She felt her cunt go slippery and stain the 
small piece of cloth between her legs. Her face blushed and her eyes 
sparkled. Her breasts, tight on her father's chest, glowed with excitement. 
Her cunt moved against his cock and bails giving a teasing action to her 
clitoris. 

"I want it... I want you ... we CAN do it," she cried in an excited whisper. 

He sensed her rising heat. He still rode his cock up and down on her moving 
belly. A warning in his mind told him that he poised over dark, murky waters 
where beasts of horror lived. If he stopped now, it was still an 
embarrassment-but he could avoid the shock of playing sexually with his own 
daughter. 

"No," he said. "We can't, Vivian. My God, Jan's just in the next room." 

It was the WRONG thing to say and he realized it as fast as he said it. It 
told her that he wanted to relieve his rod but that he feared discovery. 
He'd meant to tell her that it was morally wrong. 

"Oh, she won't come out. She's locked her door," said Vivian. "Put your 
hands down ... lower." 

He knew what she meant and he thrilled, thrilled again to realize he could 
touch his daughter's cunt. There are small factors in life that make the 
difference in the acts people do. If Vivian had worn ordinary panties, Sam 
would've been able to stop himself. The bikini was like no panties at all, 
there was so little cloth. Just like when he'd spanked Jan, it had seemed to 
him that he struck her bare butt. His longer fingers seemed to slip into 
Vivian's crotch almost without command from his brain. 

His fingers ran into hot girl jelly that seemed to burn him. He felt the 
lips of her cunt, swollen and wet. 

"Oh, that feels SO fucking good," she cried. 

She heard his gasp of surprise. He understood in a flash that she was hot 
for him and wanted sex. Whatever he wanted, she was ready. His fingers 
working into her box sent fires and delicious flames racing up her belly. 
She gave a moan of sexual desire and began to kiss the skin around his neck, 
thrusting her body tighter to his, gyrating her loins even faster on his 
prick. His fingers slid deeper into her hot, wet cunt. Now they could press 
her pelvis from the inside and increase the pressure on his cock. 

Father and daughter were temporarily caught in one fantastic rush of carnal 
desire, masturbating each other. 

"Ahhh, Vivian. Oh, nooo-what we're dooo-ing." 

"Good, good, good," she insisted. -"We'll stop-in just a second-" the 
thrilled man gasped aloud. 

"S-s-sure," said Vivian. 

She was ahead of him. It seemed to her she floated on silver shoes along the 
top of clouds. Until that embrace she hadn't realized how much she loved her 
father and wanted sex with him to confirm it. That nudist magazine was the 
catalyst. Before that she had not been able to imagine Sam as carnal. 
Afterwards, he became a FULL-FLEDGED stud, in the hours since noon she'd 
gotten horny for her father's prick and now she reveled in the knowledge 
that she could fulfill her desire. 

She leaned back a tittle and undid the zipper of his pants. The big club of 
his prick popped out and into her hand, hard as steel, warm as fire. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy," she breathed passionately. 

"Ahhh, NO, Vivian," he protested. 

Yet as she leaned back there were her breasts, full, warm, and with those 
big nipples peaked up with petulant desire. He groaned but he had to feel 
them, feel one with his free hand. It curved over the graceful, naked globe 
and her nipple dug into his palm. Down below his cock, free of his pants, 
dry-throbbed in Vivian's small hand. 

"Eat them. Eat my tits," she passionately begged, crazy to turn on his male 
passion past the point of any return. Holding his hard rod in her hand, she 
was driven right up the wait of pleasure. It was her hard-on. She'd driven 
her father to an ecstasy of desire for her. She squeezed his powerful prick 
and felt the soft skin slip over hard muscle as she jacked him off. 

"Uuuu, uuu," he stuttered in his hot delight at this bare-handed contact. It 
felt twice as good to rub his cock in her fist instead of inside of his 
pants. He was almost out of control now, the outside world dimming in the 
fierce lust that possessed him. He didn't think he was a passionate man but 
at that moment he felt as if he had to ejaculate or die. 

He had left off frigging her. He turned his attention to her velvety 
breasts, first kneading them and then with a cry of anguish at his beast 
hunger, bending to suck her nipple with his mouth. 

"Awww, God!" she breathed in ecstasy. 

Vivian felt her knees going weak. She could jack herself off with one hand 
and simultaneously jack off Sam with the other, trading those hands to bring 
new cunt honies from her box to grease his prick. In a few moments she was 
going to spread her legs, going to take that gorgeous stander right up into 
her belly. She knew it would be fatal to move from the spot, even to go to 
the sofa in the other room It had to be done here and now while the wild 
BEAST raged within her father. 

Sam went on eating her breasts, making obscene sucking sounds. How OFTEN 
he'd caught glimpses of her cleavage and wondered what her lovers thought of 
them, and how they enjoyed them. Well, WALTER PRICE anyway. Vivian had not 
had a lot of lovers. He'd hated young Price for being able to dip into his 
girl's sex well. That made him relish even more this use of her charms. 

Time stood still for him as he lived in a world of golden pleasure. He 
couldn't last much longer. His body had flowed through all the stages of hot 
rising sexuality and now he felt tight and crazed, ready to burst his seed. 
Only dimly did he regret attacking his own daughter. His need was so great 
and his pleasure so deep that he closed his mind to that. 

"Hot, hot, and GOING," he managed to say. 

"Me, too, Dadf I LOVE this!" 

He felt his cock pulled to the girl's warm cunt. It slid between her legs, 
NOT inside of her, but along her cunt as if it were a teeter-totter 
board-that her crotch rested on. The heat and the slide of it made him begin 
to gasp, stiffen and go crazy. 

"Ah, baby, noooo. Not inside. Can't allow-feels so good." 

"Oh, Dad, I want ypu inside!" 

Vivian felt the greatest sex stirrings she'd ever experienced. She wanted 
the warm bath of his jism inside of her body and the thought of it brought 
her right to the - brink of her own surrender to lust. 



"No, no, can't-" he keened. There was just one grain of restraint left in 
him. He must not seed his own daughter's belly! Yet she held his cock tight 
and tried to force it up her cunt, spreading her legs to receive his 
missile. He gave a great, greasy groan of utter delight. That rough handling 
frictioned his cock to the ultimate glory. His eyes bugged out and his 
stomach muscles locked. "Ga-ooo-ING!" he sang. He pulled back and pressed 
his cock once again on the outside of her springy, warm belly. Magnificent 
sensations paralyzed his belly as he rose to spending. He gave some more 
grunts of intense pleasure-then he released his wad with involuntary, 
powerful spurts up her body, the quaking cock held between their bellies. 
Those rocket blasts shot up with wet, body hot come between her breasts. 
Wham, wham, wham. 

He had to give a tense laugh in relief at the extreme good feeling of his 
jerking spend. Gout after gout of seed, prisoned so long in his body, shot 
up her flesh and foamed as he got it off. He dug his fingers back into her 
cunt, which was easy to do now because she had worked her bikini panties 
down onto her thighs. He plunged his fingers into her box as if to apologize 
for masturbating off on her belly. 

Vivian walked right up on her toes at the rush of pleasure his fingers 
brought. The feel of his burning sperm on her flesh tumbled her over into 
could-go to jail just for what we've done." 

"Nobody needs to know," she said pragmatically. 

She went and dressed and he had to change clothes too. They cleaned up the 
mess, got Jan from her sulky depression, stretched out on her bed and Sam 
apologized and they finally had dinner. Sam tried to explain to his two 
daughters that, yes, he and Anna had once been nudists long ago, but it 
wasn't dirty or anything like that. Many young, idealistic couples felt the 
world would be better off if there was. less hypocrisy, and if nothing else 
people in the nude were all equal. Besides that, when nudity was accepted it 
took away tfie "dirty" feeling many had about sex. 

"Why did you drop it?" asked Vivian. 

Sam explained that later on people realized that the world just didn't 
accept certain things like that, so he and Anna dropped out. 

The dinner wasn't a success. Jan remained sullen and Vivian felt too guilty 
about what had happened, seeing how her father now avoided her eyes. It 
would be absolutely terrible if Jan ever suspected the wild thing they'd 
done. 

The girls left, Jan for a date, Vivian to withdraw to her room to play with 
her favorite hobby, painting. When she was troubled or some crashing big 
thing happened, she liked to withdraw into that world. 

Sam, in his room, paced and puffed his pipe vigorously. He was still shocked 
to the core at the near-incest he'd had with Vivian. He hadn't realized how 
hungry his body was for love. Far from giving up the date with Marcy, he 
realized now that he must go through with it. He needed a safety valve for 
sure, or he'd be jumping his own daughters on some dark night in the near 
future... so he made the call to Marcy. 

Jan hit Taylor's with her date about eleven-thirty. She had not wanted to 
date Walt Price because of the heavy thing he'd had with her sister, At the 
same time she was intrigued and even a little excited to date her sister's 
ex-boyfriend without Vivian knowing. So far not much had happened on the two 
dates before. They talked, they drank beer, they cruised. He asked a lot of 
questions about her family. She began to think he was trying to figure a way 
to get back with Vivian, but tonight she wasn't so sure. He seemed morose, 
depressed and didn't make a single pass at her. Before, she'd had to repulse 
him rather severely. 

"Baby, I dig you," he'd said. 

"Before we get into any of that stuff I have to know why you cracked up with 
Viv, and if you're stillinterested in her." 

"Not interested," he said. 

Tonight they drove into Taylorfs parking lot and parked. The restaurant was 
closed but the small bar was still open. It wasn't much of a place, and, 
being underaged, Jan wasn't supposed to go in. Walt asked her to wait in the 
car-he had to see somebody. He took off and Jan sat there puzzling about his 
strange mood-when the bar door opened and a woman came out. She tried to 
light a cigarette, and she had lots of trouble. Jan sat up, with interest. 
It was Marcy O'Brien, and she was loaded to the gills. The poor woman 
couldn't even apply a match to her smoke. Amused and contemptuous, Jan 
watched her make several attempts and then give up in disgust and throw the 
cigarette away. Then Marcy staggered right out into the street. "OHHHHH!" 
Jan gasped. She was out of the car in a flash. Traffic wasn't heavy, but it 
wasn't light, either. Marcy could get killed staggering across the street 
like that. Jan didn't like her but she didn't want to see the young wortan 
killed. She ran out and grabbed Marcy back from a staggering walk on the 
street. 

"Hey] Marcy. This isn't a sidewalk." 

Marcy peered at her under the streetlight and grinned. 

"Hello, there! Hey, I know you! Can't call your name-but I grab that face. 
Don't you hook around here? Dolly, you're Dolly." 

"I'm not 'Dolly.' I'm-" 

"Lissen, Dolly, ol' girl, do me a big favor, huh? See that store over there, 
Rogiss? Belongs to Sam Rogiss. Wife's in the hospital. Guy wants a big, fat 
suck." 

Marcy leaned against Jan and laughed. "He's a nice looking ol' buddy. No big 
deal. Jes' sneak in 'is back door and give 'um the vaccum, huh. Not sure I 
an make it." 

"Sam Rogers-wants you-in the store?" gasped 

Jan. 

"All set up. Fine guy. Frenna my boss. Wife's in the housepetal. Dolly, you 
do this for me, huh? I'm a little too swoggled, y'know." 

Jan was struck durrb. Her Dad-meeting this cheap little sexpot 
secretly-Marcy must be wrong. 

"You've got the wrong cowboy," she said, her face coloring. "Sam Rogers 
wouldn't do that." 

"Oh, wooden he? Been after me, two days, Dolly. All secret. Daughters not to 
know. They sleep upstairs. You go inna door by alley. Meet downstairs inna 
store, inna dark. Quick cocksuck-fooo-you're gone! Guy mus' be floading, 
wife's been away inna hopskittle." 

Heart thumping, Jan walked the woman back to Walt's car, Marcy moving on 
boneless legs. She was really high. 

Walt had come back to his car. 

"What the hell?" 

"It's Marcy-Mark Taylor's hostess. She's REALLY looped." 

Walt looked dark and disturbed. 

"You know Marcy?" 

"Not well," shuddered Jan. "I don't want to get to know her well." 

Marcy hadn't heard that. She balanced as well as she could against the 
fender of Walt's car and went through the futile act once more of trying to 
light her cigarette. 

"You know her, Walt?" 

"-Uh. I've seen her, Jan. Just when Vivian and I used to go in there 
sometimes. Hey, we gotta do something with her. She sure can't drive." 

Jan was too shook up to want to worry about Marcy's problem. Instead she 
wanted to get away from her and from Walt too. For the second time that 
night something her father had done stunned her. 

"Walt, do you want to take her home? I'm almost home anyway. I can walk 
across the street okay. It's pretty late." 

"Uh, yeah, I could do that. I mean, if you don't mind, Jan." 

Jan already backed up on the parking lot. "Go ahead, Walt. Take her home. I 
won't mind. She won't make it otherwise." 

She smiled and waved and turned and fled. She heard the gabble of their 
voices behind her. She heard the sound of a loud slap, and turned, startled. 
But she was already too far away to see what went on-and she had more 
important things to think about. 

Her father and Marcy! Her father having sex with that cheap little sexpot. 
Sam MUST'VE gone crazy! Well, she KNEW that, the way he jumped her tonight 
and spanked her for that nude scene. But to make a midnight date with 
Marcy-RIGHT IN THE STORE. Why, he planned to have sex with that dumb, foxy 
Tittle hostess right in the store while his daughters slept upstairs. She 
looked up at the building and saw that Vivian's light was already out. There 
was only the dim living room light-the light in his room was also out. He 
must be already down in the store, waiting for the date that would never 
arrive. He wouldn't worry about Jan who would use the outside stairway to go 
right to the second floor. None of the family ever went through the store at 
night once the burglar alarms were set. So he'd not be spotted even by his 
daughter coming home late from a date. She'd just assume he was asleep in 
his own bedroom. 

She started up the outside stairs, grinning a grim smile. Let him wait ALL 
NIGHT! Marcy, swacked as she was, would not be showing up tonight. Too bad 
she couldn't teach him a lesson, so he wouldn't be chasing Marcy or any 
other woman tonight or any other night. Scare his pants off! If he knew his 
daughters were on to him, that would sure bring him up cold! 

She stopped on. the stairs, feeling a surge of excitement through her body. 
She could teach him a lesson. What if he fumbled for his female in the dark, 
and once he'd gone too far to fake it-he suddenly found out it was his own 
daughter! 

She remembered masturbating to his picture earlier. Wow! She might even be 
able to carry it far enough to get her hands on his penis and steal a thrill 
for herself while teaching him a lesson. She went back down to the alley and 
tested the rear door. It was open and the alarm was off-Sam was in there in 
the dark, waiting for 

Marcy. She really felt the thrills now. She had to teach her father that 
lesson! She hung back in the shadows and removed her shirt, then her bra. 
She put her shirt back on but left it open. With a little luck this could 
get wild! Then she quietly slipped open the door and went into the blackness 
inside ... 

Sam paced and waited, then waited some more and paced some more. Marcy was 
much later than she'd said she'd be. The longer he waited, the HOTTER he 
got. The masturbation with Vivian had REALLY spun him off center. He'd been 
as wild as a drowning man clutching a board. Until then he'd covered his 
growing lust-now he knew how fierce it had become. It shocked him to think 
of using his own daughter sexually and it shocked him even more to realize 
that the girl could accept him that way. She must be a little neurotic right 
now because of her break-up with that boy, Walt Price. Crazy to do anything 
to get over her hurt-women reacted that way. 

Anyway, with him in his mood and Vivian in her mood they could get into 
something real dangerous, something they'd both deeply regret later. It was 
no longer a question of being faithful to Anna. It was a matter of avoiding 
disaster, and Marcy was the key to that. 

Once he put on the storeroom light, but he quickly turned it off again. It 
made him feel exposed. Jan, coming home from her date, might see it and 
investigate. Besides he wanted this whole thing to be a deep, deep secret 
and the light bothered him. 

He thought about Marcy's sexy young body and felt his huge cock thicken. It 
would be luscious, delicious, feeling her up and shoving it in her mouth. 
She had great breasts, great hips, a great ass. .".-The door opened. He saw 
the murky crack of light, heard the whisper of her shoes and the door 
closed. 

"Marcy-over here," he hissed, at the moving shadow. "Got to keep the lights 
off-right over here." He felt a rising run of thrills in his belly... 

Jan wasn't worried about being spotted as long as Dad kept those lights off. 
Her blonde hair was close enough to Marcy's. Vivian, almost platinum, could 
not have pulled it off. She went up to her father in the dark. He was merely 
a blob in the greater darkness. He stood in the middle of an open area where 
they usually shifted boxes and cartons this way and that. She reached her 
hands out ahead of her and felt his naked hips, then his shorts. He'd worn 
only his boxer shorts downstairs. 

"Is it all right, Marcy?" he asked anxiously. He explained about the light 
having to be off. His voice shook a little as he put his hands on Jan's 
shoulders and dug them into her flesh. 

"I want it to be oral, if you don't mind, baby. I mean, you know, me 
married, I figure it's hot quite the same as-I mean, you said that would 

 Chapter Three 

A fierce exultation seized Jan as she felt her father's prick slide in and 
out qf her mouth. The manhood of those other males had vaguely scared her. 
She wasn't frightened now! She THRILLED to feel the stiff meat working in 
her mouth. Imagine, that luscious cock that she'd seen in the magazine-all 
hers. Wouldn't it send Vivian up the wall if she knew what Dad and Jan did 
right now? Ahh, that taste of cock meat. She didn't know much about oral sex 
but she held the bottom part of the shaft and bobbed her head and sucked and 
she could tell by Sam's gasps and his movements that the good feeling blazed 
inside of him. 

"Oh, Marcy, that is so good. SOOO GOOD!" he exclaimed. 

"MMMMMMM." 

His palms, cupping her nipples made her feel sexy fingers of flame clear 
down her backbone. She reached up and rubbed his tight balls. Why, this form 
of sex was really hot and delightful, the way the soft skin over the iron 
love muscle played back and forth. There was a special closeness and she 
felt her juicy cunt expanding and flowing in her pants. It wouldn't take 
much to go half crazy, doing this. 

He stopped her. "Uh, Marcy, you're a real sweet, pure and innocent. But a 
little rough on me. Can I tell you-teach you a little how it's done?" 

She merely nodded, still sucking on him, and he gave a soft cry of joy, even 
at that. Then he began to instruct her while she had to clamp down on her 
fast-rising sense of humor. The real 

Marcy had probably eaten enough male cocks to match the boats on Lake Erie. 
Her poor old Dad thought the girl so innocent that he had to tell her 
how-and still he didn't catch on. She listened carefully, and she followed 
what he said. 

In the meantime her hand, the free one, snuck down to rock between her legs 
and made her cunt feel good. 

She worked his fluted cock's head into the arch of her mouth and laved the 
bottom of it and his shaft with her tongue. She coiled her tongue around the 
rim of his cock head, where he said the GOOD feeling was, making endless 
circles that brought him right up on his toes. She nibbled and dabbed down 
his shaft to his balls, first on one side and then the other. She eased one 
testicle into her mouth and sucked it ever so gently, and then did the 
other. She tongued back up the cock shaft that tasted so salty and meat-like 
and felt the rod dry-throb, as if it had a life of its own. 

"Ah, you're getting it RIGHT. SOOOO RIGHT," he cried excitedly. 

"Those teeth-the bony ridge feeling. Sooo great," he cried. "It has to be 
just short of rough, and it drives me CRAZY with good feeling." 

His cock plunged into the arch of the roof of her mouth and she started the 
sequence over. She began to have regrets now that she'd tricked him. She 
didn't want him to discover her-she wanted to complete this sexy run. She 
was hotter with a man than she'd ever been in her life. Rubbing her cunt and 
sucking him, she felt completely reckless, wild and abandoned. His hands 
went back on her breasts' to dig into her nipples and those thrills started, 
she moaned and shivered, crazy to suck him all the way and feel his bursts 
in her mouth. She probably wasn't good enough to drink him, but she sure 
wanted to! 

Sam enjoyed this sex more than anything he'd done in months. He was hugely 
delighted to find that the seductive Marcy wasn't expert on cocksucking at 
all. It just showed you. Some women gave off the image of total 
sophistication, but turned out not to have much experience. It was a real 
compliment to him that she dug him this much. He also liked it that she 
didn't complain about the darkness or the inconvenience of taking him in 
this crude place. 

She surprised him in other ways. Her breasts were bigger and better shaped 
than they looked at the restaurant. Her body was more sleek and nowhere near 
as pudgy as he'd thought. 

All that to one side, it was the delicious feel of her hunger for his rod 
and her hot love actions that drove him out of his mind with pleasure. 
Having thrown his seed earlier with Vivian, he'd feared he wouldn't be hot. 
On the contrary, it was as if the earlier sex opened up a hunger that he'd 
repressed. He could savor this as he had not been able to enjoy the incest 
trap of that other sex. He held Marcy's head and rode his joy-stick faster 
and more happily. 

"This is the BEST, the best I ever had," he crooned. He could feel it deep 
in his body, the kind of singing sex pleasure that had been absent even with 
Anna ... sadly he realized that it was the newness of his sex partner that 
added to the enjoyment. "Marcy, I hope you c-c-can drink it-when I have to-" 

She nodded, without losing a stroke in her actions. 

"Baby," he said, with an inspiration, "take off your pants. I can suck you, 
too. We'll do a sixty-nine. No reason why we both can't get it off ... ahhh, 
soooo good." 

"Mmmrnm, no," she whispered. She knew that would be fatal-he'd be bound to 
discover her and she wanted this' whole cocksuck to be finished now. She'd 
forgotten about the lesson she'd been determined to teach him earlier. But 
Sam was inspired. It felt so good to be driving his prick into the mouth of 
a young, supple and hot bitch that he had to give her pleasure too. 
Reluctantly he pulled his member out of the sucking, sex-mad mouth. 

"Right on top of these cardboard cases," he insisted, still in a 
conspiratorial whisper. "You on top, honey. It'll be FANTASTIC! Shall I help 
you strip?" 

"No," she whispered. 

Sam clambered on top of the cartons and rolled over face up. It was even 
better this way, letting the sex drop off a little before charging on to the 
finish. His cock, his balls, his belly, his thighs-everything glowed with 
the Tiigh joy of the open sex. My God, over the years as Anna grew older 
their love had become perfunctory. It was good, but merely good, and it had 
been a long time since she'd wanted him to put his mouth on her cunt. 

Jan stripped with trembling hands. Maybe she could still get away with it. 
Even if he caught on, once she locked on that big, powerful prick of his 
again, she wasn't letting go till she'd pumped her father dry. She felt 
light-headed with the excitement. Imagine having her hot little cunt sucked. 
She'd heard of cunnilingus, but the girls who knew about such things told 
her lots of guys wouldn't do it. She was getting the whole trip. 

She slid on top of her father as he directed and opened her legs so that her 
cunt nestled at his chin. She was embarrassed that it was so wet, but there 
wasn't a thing she could do about that. 

"Oh, baby," he breathed passionately and dove his head into her crotch and 
sent his tongue right into her cunt, splitting the lips, inhaling her juices 
and finding her clit. 

She'd absolutely never felt anything like it. She lay naked on top of her 
father, belly to belly but reversed with his big jutter right by her mouth. 
She grabbed it and it was like taking hold of a round wooden peg in a wall 
it was so hard. It still felt moist from her ministrations and hot. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she went. 

She was liquid jelly throughout her body, head to toes, and every part of 
her glowed and burned with the erotic tension and pleasure of free 
sexuality. Holy Crad, no one had ever told her it could feel so good. She 
drummed her pelvis on the demanding, raping tongue, keening. 

"Eee, eee, eee." 

Sam wanted to laugh at the mouselike sounds the girl was making, but if he 
did that he'd have to stop licking her cunt, nibbling and drinking down her 
pungent, sweet juices. She was so sexy and bitch-hot he could drink a gallon 
of her. The more he ate her, the hotter she got, a real nympho, this one. 

A part of his mind flashed a message-something WRONG. He'd never been with 
Marcy but this close up even he wasn't fooled. The girl's thighs were too 
long, her skin felt finer and her body lacked the richness of the restaurant 
hostess. She had to be a younger girl. 

"You're not Marcy-" he gasped between sucks of her cunt. 

"N-noo," she whispered. Even in her sex drunk dance of delight accomplished 
by rutting her belly on her father's face, she felt a prickle of fear. Oh, 
God, if he would only finish her, even if he found out-"She sent somebody 
else!" he cried. "She sent a friend!" 

"Yessss," she hissed. She rode his face happily. 

In all the time she'd been with him she'd never spoken except in a whisper 
and so he had not been able to spot her voice. It was known to everyone that 
you couldn't identify a voice by its whispers. She saw she had a chance to 
get away with it. 

"I'm-Cleo-" she hissed and shoved his cock back into her mouth. 

"Oh, Cleo, baby, Cleo-it doesn't matter!" he cried and went after her cunt 
again. His excitement still elouded his judgment. She sucked on his prick 
and his wild joy began again. They locked in the pure, sweet happiness of a 
double suck, each giving and getting, hotter ever hotter friction from the 
tongue of the other. 

She began to whine. Her young body was not used to the heavy duty charge of 
cunniiingus and her nerves went to a delirious overload. 

"I-yeee-heee-have to-" she gasped. 

He felt her rise, her whole nude and moist body straining in a kind of 
elegant ecstasy. She shoved her pelvis tight to his face, losing her hold on 
his prick and gave up her cunt with a soft cry of extreme wounding. Throb, 
throb, throb. Her young sex flowed into fantastic orgasm, making her whole 
body jerk and quiver with the thrills of taken rapture. She tried to close 
her legs in joy and suck him in, drawing in the male, and he reveled in the 
pressure of those velvet thighs around his head. He drove her right through 
her cunt spasms of glory, as if to show her how to complete a masterful work 
or oral art. 

At last her legs fell apart and she rested on him panting. Once again his 
mind was at work. "But I know you," he insisted. Her answer was to seize his 
cock again and suck it swiftly into her mouth. Dizzy from his possession of 
her and his forcing her to orgasm, she still was alert enough to realize she 
must spill him quickly. 

"Ahh, Cleo, ohhh, baby-I'm tight now-close-" 

He humped his loins under her driving a little deeper into her mouth, his 
prick flaming with the all-out desire to peak and burst. He drove himself 
and his hot response made her drive him harder and suck, suck, suck for 
glory. Great waves of maddening, delicious sex swept over him. His nerves 
wanted to lock, and his reservoir wanted to explode. He was headed for that 
crazed moment of ultimate triumph, the sex death of joy-paralysis followed 
by grunts and hot, beautiful bursts. 

Still he was alerted to something wrong. If it wasn't Marcy but someone 
named Cleo, then he shouldn't know her body at all, yet in some weird way 
her young body seemed very familiar. 

Her grunts and sounds when she came had set off memory bells. 

"Well, Gleo, I think I know you-met you at Taylor's?-but it doesn't matter. 
Oh. Oh-oh. OH MY GOD. YEEEEE." 

His whole body locked in the delicious pre-spending magnificence-and at that 
very instant it all broke through to him. 

"JAIMNNNN-" he whined as he recognized his daughter, her body, the feel of 
her. Only his high lust and the darkness had kept him in ignorance this far. 
"Jan-baby-" 

"AHHH, NOOO," he wailed as the shock of foaming off in incest added to the 
wild delight of his orgasm. 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. Right into the mouth of Jan, his daughter. The girl 
locked her mouth tightly on his prick and drank, making pleased sounds. Hot 
chunks of flung seed burst into her mouth which she cupped tightly and 
sucked out of his private place to swallow and fling down her throat. He 
tried to move but could not. It all felt too good. He just lay there in 
utter horror and crazed delight and shot off liquid explosions of semen and 
the determined girl milked them right down into her body, from his private 
plumbing directly into her own. He groaned in exquisite delight and kept 
seeding her, gush after gush rinsing into her mouth and down that tight, 
demanding mouth and throat. 

"Ah, heee, no. OHHHH," he groaned, shattered and creamed out of his mind 
with pleasure at the same time. 

At least the shuddering, rushing richness was over. He tapered and regained 
control of his muscles. He pushed the girl off him, but it was too late to 
save even one liquid spurt from going down her throat. 

"JAN, HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE-" 

She scrabbled for her clothes in the dark. 

"Marcy was drunk. Dad. She tipped it to me. I didn't want you to go with 
her-or anyone else." 

She moved fast, bounded up the stairs in her barefeet, not lingering for his 
reaction. 

He lay there, his prick tingling from her digestive saliva, his loins 
glowing with the best sex he'd had in years and his soul blackened and 
crushed. He wanted to cry, to shout his anger, to wail his despair. He was 
the great Sam Rogers that everybody loved-yet in one night he'd not only 
committed adultery but forced incestuous sex on both of his young daughters. 
He moaned as if someone had shot him in the gut with a shotgun. He wished 
someone had, or WOULD. Yet in full irony his belly and his cock, his whole 
body glowed in relief and release from the tightness that had haunted 
him.... 

Sam was up early the next morning and out to Taylor's for breakfast. He 
didn't want to be in the apartment above the store when Vivian and Jan woke 
up and came out for breakfast. He had thought he'd spend a sleepless night, 
but instead he had fallen down a black hole and slept deeply until six 
o'clock. His body still felt good this morning from the long overdue sex, 
while he devoutly wished it would feel bad to match the deep gloom and sense 
of doom that weighed on him. 

"Sam, you look just great." Mark Taylor himself greeted his old friend at 
the counter. 

"I feel TERRIBLE. Today I'm going to kill you for telling my girls about our 
nudist days and showing that DAMNED magazine. I didn't even know copies were 
still around." 

"Now, Sam, dammit, you KNOW why I did it." 

"The answer is still 'no.' I won't lease you that tract of land along the 
river." 

"Sam, I got to have that lease. It's a natural for the nude therapy center. 
This ModMind group are all professionals. In these times people don't get 
upset about nude communities-if it's attached to psychology or some other 
educational thing." 

"I'd get upset. How would it look-I'm running for the School Board and 
renting some land I own for some kinky psychologists to run a California 
style nude massage center." 

"Sam, you obviously NEED money. I KNOW that. This sickness of your wife's-" 

"Forget it, Mark." 

"Listen, Sam, this is no small thing with me. it happens that the restaurant 
hasn't been doing too well. None of the businesses around here are doing so 
good-except you. I may have to get out of the restaurant business." 

"Mark, Cleveland's not doing too well these days. Let's not make it worse by 
talking about ModMind and nude camps along the river with marathon weekends. 
It's completely out of the question." 

Mark watched Sam Rogers head back to his store, shaking his head. Sam Rogers 
was like a boulder that you had to wear down. The only trouble was he didn't 
have a lot of time to work on the grocer. How much time he had he learned 
when he went into his office and received his first call of the day. -It was 
the CALL. The one he'd waited and dreaded for over two months. 

"TONIGHT," snapped a hard, clipped voice. 

"Oh, nooooo. Not so soon." 

"I told you LAST week it was about due. Tonight." 

"Oh, hell. I guess I'll have to tell Marcy-" 

"Marcy knows." The phone went dead in Mark Taylor's ear. 

Marcy O'Brien didn't come in until eleven. She obviously had a hangover, but 
she seemed to move sprightly and bright and there seemed to be something 
intensely sexual about her today, above and beyond her usual seductive ways. 
The waiters, waitresses and busbpys noticed it and all of them responded by 
shining on for her with extra energy. She was like a bitch dog in heat 
throwing out a spoor all around her. All through the noon hour there was a 
cluster around the hostess desk, and whenever Mark caught a glimpse of her 
body he felt his hands sweat. He had plenty of troubles and tonight was 
going to be his wildest night in years, but above all that he felt the sweet 
grip of sex that kept him half-hard all that day, Marcy O'Brien felt a 
TREMENDOUS sexuality inside of herself all that day. Her cunt remained 
slightly wet at all times and whenever a man touched her she shivered. As 
usual, many did. During the afternoon slack Walt Price slipped in and asked 
her what she needed. 

"I've got the kit at home," she told him. "You just be here when the bar 
closes-and whatever you do don't let Mr. Taylor see you." 

He nodded and looked at her wistfully. 

"Afterwards we could-" 

"I have to be with him," she cut him off. "Don't worry about it." 

He withdrew, casting a couple of hungry looks at her body back over his 
shoulder. 

Tonight was going to be celebration night for Mr. Mark Taylor-and a special 
celebration for her too. It had come none too soon. Whenever she got close 
to the end of an assignment the tension was so high ^he had to drink-get 
crazy drunk as she had last night. It was a good thing Walt had checked up 
on her. But, of course, that was his job, or a part of it. She was glad that 
Sam Rogers didn't come in. That was going to be the toughest assignment and 
already she'd messed that up a little. Still, when an older guy dug a 
younger woman, there was plenty of flexibility. 

She went home and put on her red dress. 

The dress was a BIG hit during the dinner hour. Almost every man that came 
into Taylor's let his eyes linger on her figure, whether he was with a woman 
or not. In her moods like this she loved being undressed by men's eyes. On a 
special night like this she felt that she could make love to each and every 
one of them, drain them to sexless lumps of happiness and leave a memory 
they'd never forget. 

Yet despite the attention showered on her, she kept a small part of herself 
aloof. She had a job to do and her intensity was a part of it. By ten 
o'clock the dining area was closed and the action moved to the bar. She 
didn't go into the bar tonight. Once she saw Sam Rogers who apparently had 
stopped in the bar for a beer and was on his way to the men's room. He 
glared at her across the darkened restaurant but went on his way and she 
didn't wave or pay him any attention. Sam Rogers was for later. 

The bar was a closed-off part of the building, so the restaurant was quiet, 
dark and empty except for an occasional toilet-bound drinker. She took out 
her kit and made her preparations as calmly as if she were setting up for 
tomorrow's service. Busboys and waiters were gone, and the last of the cooks 
left. 

Mark Taylor came out of his office once and said: "How's it going?" 

"It will go well, Mr. Taylor. It would be best if you waited in your office 
till the bar closes." 

He looked around nervously, gulping nodded and disappeared. Once Walt called 
and she told him everything was okay. Fifteen minutes after the bar closed 
the building was deserted except for her and Mark Taylor. He came out of the 
darkness, his eyes luminous in the gloom. She sat before the gas log fire 
which was a pedestal in the middle of the room with a bright copper top and 
a firebed underneath, but burning gas not wood. Even though it was summer, 
she'd turned it on and sat in one of the chairs of a four-person table 
nearby, staring dreamily into the flickering flames. There was a slight 
moistness. on her face and her body. He came up and sat nervously beside her 
in one of the other chairs. 

"Well-how's it going?" His voice was nervous, obviously tinged in fear. 

She didn't answer. She had her legs spread and there was a wet patch between 
her thighs. Without embarrassment, she rubbed her hand over her pelvic ridge 
and stimulated her cunt. His eyes gleamed as he saw the outline of her 
thighs and her sex organ through the thin, red dress. 

"Marcy-" 

"Take out your cock, sweetheart," she said in a soft, dreamy voice. 

"What?" 

She gestured. He gave a self-embarrassed laugh and undid his zipper. He 
began to babble then. 

"I've told you how it is, Marcy. I can't have sex. It drives me crazy. When 
I got my divorce, I seemed to lose my hard-ons. I'm not so old-but I can't 
get it up any more. There's a woman-I was sometimes with-but even that went 
flat. Oh, I'd get hard all right. For about twenty seconds. Then I'd shrivel 
and suddenly lose it. It drives me CRAZY. Everybody thinks you and me-we do 
it. But I can't touch you-I can't stay hard." His lips trembled like a 
child's in self-pity. 

"I'll fuck you tonight," she said easily. "You'll get it off like you never 
have before." 

She reached over and took his soft cock in her hands. It felt cold to her 
warm touch. She kneaded it gently, still not looking at him. 

"It won't do any damned good," he told her flatly. "I had a GREAT affair 
with a woman down the street and even THAT fuck failed. I'll get part way 
hard. It'll feel good; I can still come with a s-soft cock!" His eyes filled 
with horror at his weakness, "Quit worrying about it, Mark," she said, still 
talking dreamily. "Feel the heat-you're cold." She reached over and turned 
up the gas flame under the pit. The sensation of that soft cock in her hands 
sent pleasant, rising joy in motion inside of her. When she was aching and 
hot like this she liked the action to be cold and remote, so Mark suited her 
just fine. He tried to get up and come at her but she pushed him back in the 
chair and told him to relax. 

"I do not need to have your penis to be hard," she said. "It must be soft." 

"I-DON'T understand." 

"A man with an erection becomes a plunging animal. It is over too soon for 
me. You must stay soft for quite a while." 

He subsided in surprise, the girl rose from his chair and stood close to the 
fire for a moment. He didn't see how she could stand it, because it was 
summer and the airconditioning was off. But she was a sight to see, her skin 
rosy and gleaming, as moist as if she had oiled herself, and yet there were 
no beads of moisture. 

She slid off first one shoulder strap and then the other. There was no bra 
underneath and she turned back to him, half-naked. After a day-long 
anticipation of her body, he had to suppress a small gasp. She looked like 
some primitive savage, with her high standing breasts pointed up, her 
gleaming body, the soft skin and the dancing firelight caressing her flesh. 
He felt intensely hot and his cock enlarged to a half hard-on. He watched 
her rib cage, the soft rising and falling of her breathing which was deep 
and excited. She stood in front of him, swaying her hips and playing with 
her breasts. A deep, unearthly moan came from her lips and her eyes stared 
off in the distance beyond him. 

"AHHHHH! OHHHH," she went and her gyrations became faster and more obscene. 
Her thighs locked tight together as if she had the power to stimulate 
herself by squeezing her cunt with their soft firmness. His cock got a 
little tighter at seeing her give herself a breast masturbation. It looked 
as if some invisible god plunged a hot prick into her as she undulated her 
belly, worked her breasts and moaned. He felt a prickle at his scalp. It was 
always sexy to see another human get it off. It was doubly sexy to see this 
young beauty, all by herself, whipping her body to lust. 

She took a step forward to Mark. He put his hands around her naked waist and 
her moist flesh seemed to burn him. He groaned and his cock got harder. He 
moved his hands down to cup her buttocks. Her ass, supple and firm in that 
teasing dress was so sexy that his rod throbbed. She made a mewing sound of 
want. He peeled the dress down off her hips. Her thighs were drenched with 
her girl needs, her pubic patch looked drowned and her small cunt looked 
swollen. He rubbed her with his hand savoring the burning oil from her loins 
and she shuddered, pressed her belly forward and came. 

"Ahhhhhhhl Ohhhhhhh." 

It was total madness. She came to his rubbing hand, her cunt throbbing and 
the muscles of her belly tightening and loosening. Her soft cries of 
pleasure in her spending distress excited him, and he plunged his finger up 
her cunt into the hottest, slickest sex passage he'd ever encountered. He 
could feel her whole nerve network giving up its sexuality with luscious 
throbs, and he had almost a full erection now. This was one FUCK-CRAZY kid 
that he could bring with his fingers, his tongue or even a soft cock. 

"Baby, you're a hot dish." ' 

She hardly heard him. That black, rolling sea inside of her burst and surged 
in delicious sprays of good feeling and she sucked his finger deep inside of 
her, felt it, squeezed it and worked off her sex like the rushing waves 
breaking against rocks on a shoreline. It was exquisite. 

Her spasms tapered and she moved into his lap in one smooth motion, parting 
her legs, holding his prick and easing it inside of her as his fingers had 
been a moment before. He was almost hard, quite erect enough to fuck up into 
that wet, swollen channel. He had to cry out at the intensity of her 
interior body heat, her wetness and the smooth, velvet feel of cunt against 
cock. 

"You-are-something else," he gasped excitedly. 

She seemed not to hear him. She moved her loins with exquisite, slow 
motions. The result was to tease his cock in that wet chamber and bring him 
to full erection. He did not think it would last-he could always get hard 
for a few minutes at first contact. Then his treacherous manhood would lose 
feeling, shrink and come out. 

He couldn't think about that. Her body burned against him, fiercely naked 
almost as if she had a fever. She turned her face up, lips gleaming and he 
began to kiss her. Still there was not the hot fervor of passion. She still 
seemed remote, heavy-lidded, burning hot but not reacting to him. He kissed 
her with more fervor. Her mouth was hot and he felt his stiffness increase 
as he tongued into her non-resisting mouth over those soft petal lips. 

"That's super good, baby," he gasped, "in SEX-most women go crazy, kiss too 
hard, work too hard, leave me behind." 

It was obvious that she didn't care. She was off on her own trip. She moved 
in his lap so slowly that he began to drive into her faster, wanting more 
friction. He began to knead her breasts and he felt her react and gasp, but 
her slow, inevitable gyrations down below didn't change. 

She was off in space again. His body heat made her hotter and she began to 
unbutton his shirt to get at his naked flesh. She felt the hard-on work in 
her belly but she did not relate to it yet. Everything was pleasure, spread 
out everywhere, and the burn in her clit was one sensation among many. She 
felt languid again after her first orgasm but soooo good. She heard the 
first cannister go off and when it did she felt a spike of hot sexuality. 
AHHHHH! 

Mark didn't notice that, she saw. He was fascinated, happy that no demands 
were laid upon him. By her indifference she allowed his poor, crushed 
feelings of desire to flower and not be inundated by a fierce female lust. 

He dry-throbbed as she suddenly lifted off of him. He cried out in 
disappointment. "Hey!" 

She sank to her knees and began to suck his cock, still lazy and dreamy as 
if no particular thing was expected of him. He stared down in delighted 
astonishment to see his blade piston in and out of her mouth, and to feel 
the luscious in-tightness of this new friction. He dug his hands into her 
soft shoulders and relished this switch of sex, marveling that he still 
stayed hard. It was exactly tike having a warm, living robot doll to use 
sexually, already programmed for his pleasure. All he had to do was enjoy 
the delicious glaze of good feeling that came from the friction on his 
prick. For the first time he felt a return of his manhood and a rising sense 
of being okay. He might stay hard a while yet. 

But it was so DAMNED fucking hot! He quickly struggled out of his shirt. He 
undid his trousers and she helped him peel them off, along with his shorts. 

He became aware that he was right here in the most public of his rooms where 
his customers sat everyday for luncheon and dinner, discussing their mundane 
affairs. It was like sneaking forbidden sex. 

"Marey, this is CRAZEEEEE." 

"CRAZEEE," she echoed. 

She did not resume her suck. She cushioned his prick in the soft, silken 
hollow between her breasts and pressed those glorious beauties together 
until his cock had a new flesh tunnel for friction. Her chest was slick with 
moisture and the texture of her skin plus the warm feeling of her breast 
flesh gave him a new, utterly wild sensation of fucking. 

"l-can't BELIEVE this ... But, honey, I'm getting soft again." 

"Hard doesn't matter," she murmured. She stopped and carefully rubbed her 
hard nipple up the shaft of his cock. Then she brought the other full breast 
over and did it again. His member began to stiffen as he made a cry of 
pleasure. The sight and feel of those reddened, wounded-looking nipples 
raking his cock shaft sent him right up the joy chute. His prick looked red 
and fussed and he was hotter than before. He thought he heard an explosion, 
as if some car out on the street had backfired. He couldn't worry about that 
now. 

"Listen, it's so DAMN hot in here. We really should go to my office," he 
told her. 

She responded by diving both her hands down her body and squeezing her 
thighs shut around them as they disappeared between her legs. She bent 
forward and began to suck his cock again, masturbating herself fiercely and 
furiously with both hands as she bunted her loins in quick, ruthless 
strokes. 

"Ah, oh. Oh, my God. OH, OHHHH, OHHHHH!" she went. 

He drove his prick happily back into that twice-spent, hot and oily cunt and 
she KNEW it was time to milk him. She had never before felt so sexed up in 
her life-at least not since her last fire. Another cannister had gone off 
and pretty soon there'd be a lot of them. The wall across the room from Mark 
began to blaze now, but in his lust-concentration he didn't even notice. 
Soon the room would become a seething mass of flames and she began to 
whimper in high, gorgeous openness. How red the flames were. How, hot they 
made her feel. 

"Fuck me, ram me, take me apart," she gasped passionately. 

Mark felt his iron-hard prick flashing in and out of her belly with furious 
maleness now. His impotence was gone, at least for this time. 

"Oh, wow-I'll screw your fucking heels off, Marcy!" he cried and bent over 
her slick, nude body and drove viciously into her cunt, pinning her down, 
while she cried and whined and dug her nails into his back. He began to pant 
in the throes of real, rising wonder. He hadn't felt like this in years. It 
was like being young all over again and riding a female hard and fast, 
knowing that your prick could last forever. 

She twisted and writhed beneath him, arching up so she could get every 
possible angle of good feeling of his cock against her cunt. 

"Doing it . . . doing me. Oh, I'm so fuuuucked," she keened. The heat was 
oppressive now and she felt her ultimate sex ecstasy as she did whenever she 
got to do her arson thing. She became the burning building, an enormous, hot 
box to contain the thrusting, lusting male and his wounding penis. She 
hugged him fiercely and slobbered when he kissed her and ate her tits as she 
rose to the limits of her bitch animal. For long, abandoned moments they 
clung together in hot sex splendor, plunging and bucking towards the 
mindless good feeling of massive orgasm. 

For the third time she came, thrusting her body up under his to give him her 
flowering sex treasure. She panted like an athlete in a supreme endeavor and 
felt her muscles stretch and then lock in the final glory of completion. 
Fire roared around them now. She was with it, of it, in it, herself a total 
consuming flame and being consumed. Everything was red, aching, relieving 
and luscious as her juicy cunt gripped his cock and she used it to wrench 
out massive throbs of orgasm that ripped her mind from her body and made her 
a quaking victim of his driving cock. It was a purge and a passion she could 
ONLY reach this way. 

Mark began to whine. His prick had finally performed a full, rich sex 
exercise when he had thought it dead and beyond such a performance. His 
fabulous hard-on felt like it could last all night but he didn't want it to. 
He was so high and tight that he sobbed for relief as he took the hot girl 
through her glory. She tensed against him, gave her wounded cries and spent 
her rich runs to satisfy his male desire to conquer her. She was taken, all 
the way and with hot passion. He realized the entire restaurant was on fire 
just as he lost control of his muscles. He looked over his shoulder and saw 
the fire-resistant drapes go, saw that one whole wall was a mass of flames. 
Somehow he had not expectedxit so soon, or that it would happen in this way. 

"Oh, noooo," he cried anxiously. 

Then he broke in glorious splendor, unable to do a thing about it just now, 
as his muscle loss overcame him. The fear and the danger of the fire added a 
final thrill to his already-thrill-crazed body. 

"AHHHH, NOOOO," he gasped. 

Then the luscious, delightful spurts started. He sobbed and hugged the sexy 
girl and pumped hot gushes of his boiling hot sperm into her cunt. 

"Uh, uh, uh/' he crooned and seemed to reach the happy, ultimate limit of 
his sex reservoir as he surged out every drop of semen he could muster and 
his cock sent endless waves of delight up and down his body. 

He knew he-THEY-were in great danger now of being trapped in this burning 
room, but so good was his sex that he clung to her a few moments after he 
tapered to get the last of the good feeling from his master fuck. 

At last he jerked off of her. 

"The whole building's going up! We'll be killed!" he shrieked. 

 Chapter Four 

Mrs. Anna Rogers lay on her hospital bed with one leg outside of the covers. 
Mark Taylor could see the whole sweep of her leg, thigh and part of her 
haunch. Anna Rogers was one damned good-looking woman, make no mistake about 
that. He could just see her panties, and that long, luscious leg turned him 
on. 

"How about a romp in the hay, Anna," he laughed. 

She was in a private room, the door was closed and he felt a sense of 
excitement. He'd felt all stirred up ever since the night of the fire that 
had wiped out his restaurant. 

"Fine," she said. "That's all I need with Sam and Vivian about to appear any 
minute." 

He reached under the covers and felt her flat belly, felt her warm skin. 
under the seductive softness of her panties. 

"Sam would never see it even if he walked in on us. All he ever thinks about 
are his clubs and his running for office," said Mark. 

"it seems to me I said that to you a few months ago the first time we-got 
involved," she said. 

She grabbed his hand which rubbed on her cunt and stopped him, but she made 
no attempt to pull it out from under the covers. 

"I waited a lot of years for that moment," said Mark. 

She sighed. "Yes, you did. And it never would've happened if Sam hadn't gone 
so distant with all of his politicking. He deserted me. He deserted the 
girls. He almost deserted the store. One day it was too much." 

They were silent. His hand worked across her cunt now, stroking and feeling 
in her warm honeypot. She gave a soft gasp. 

"I need it, Mark. No doubt about that. Being cooped up in here day after day 
is boring. Sometimes I think I'm going out of my skull." 

"Whenever you say, lady." 

"I thought you were having trouble getting it up." 

"Not any more.% I was impotent because I worried about the restaurant. Now 
it's gone. Now you've got to help me by making Sam give me the lease on that 
river property for my ModMind project. It's all I've got left." 

"I don't know if I can swing him, Mark." 

"Try. Work on him." 

She studied her lover for long tense moments. "Sometimes I think you're 
using me, Mark. But I'll try. In return you can tell me the truth about that 
fire. Everybody's gossiping about it. They talk about arson." 

Mark laughed easily. "No arson that I know of. 

Maybe old Bender set it up-he owns the building, i only lease from him. 
Sure, I wasn't doing too well with the restaurant. But I don't collect any 
insurance. Bender does. He owns my building just like he owns your 
building." 

"Bender scares me. He always has. He has ice-water in his veins." 

"Well, he's no worry of mine any more. My worry is ModMind-and seeing you 
get well enough to leave here so we can enjoy some of those good old times." 

Anna sighed. The whole business of that Shocking fire bothered her a lot. 
She felt slightly different about Mark. About MANY things. Her whole affair, 
she'd realized since she'd been incapacitated and had had time to think, had 
been a protest over Sam ignoring her and going so crazy over his running for 
office. Mark had been after her on and off through the years, but she'd 
always been faithful-until the night she realized Sam hadn't been home once 
in two weeks. It just got to be too much. Then came her accident and she had 
time to think about it. This fire-Mark seemed a lot weaker than he had a few 
weeks ago. 

Mark began to work her cunt again through her panties and she opened her 
legs a little and felt the rush of delight. It had been dull, dull, dull in 
the hospital. The other patients came and went, but she lived here like a 
resident. Her shoulder was in a cast, however she dressed normally, ate with 
the nurses and moved about at will. They just wanted her here, removed from 
her daily life where she used that arm all of the time. 

"Ah, Mark, we could be interrupted." 

Instead of withdrawing, he shoved his hand inside of her panties to her 
naked cunt and began to dig for gold. She uttered a groan of deep pleasure 
as she lifted her loins for the sweet contact on her clit. 

"You're really HOT, baby." 

She held his arm that masturbated her but didn't try to stop him. 

"I am-way overdue-for a little fun," she gasped. Her cunt oiled, her tunnel 
expanded and it felt so good that she began to grunt in pleasure. 

Excited, Mark rose and let out his cock. "You SEE! I CAN get hard again." 

Just like a little boy, she thought. She smiled at him. Mark had not been 
able to get it up just before her accident. Now his blunt, short cock 
strained in an elegant hard-on. That turned her on. She caught it with her 
free hand and guided it to her lips. She sucked it in. 

"Oh, oh, baby, that's so good," he cried. 

He crouched over and bunted into her mouth and she felt a heavy hotness 
descend on her to be sucking hard cock meat. It was fabulous after all tfie 
dry days. 

"MMMMMM," she panted. 

His fingers inside of her cunt stroked her lusciously and she rocked in lewd 
motions even as he did. It seemed to burn up to her brain, and she wondered 
if they dared to get it off right here and now. Why not? The doctors only 
checked her in the morning and after dinner and it was only late afternoon. 
She needed it; that was for sure. 

"Let me EAT you. Then you can finish me off." Mark slid his penis out of her 
mouth. The position they were in was too awkward. 

That really burned in her brain. 

"Yes, Mark, yes. Let me do you first-" 

But the timing was bad. No sooner had he taken hold of her head and begun to 
groan his pleasure than there was a discreet knock on the door. He jerked 
his cock out and she saw it, gleaming with her saliva, red, fussed looking 
and beautifully hard, before he had to stuff it away. 

It was the nurse telling her that Sam and her daughter had arrived. Mark 
decided to step out and make himself scarce. Sam knew that Mark had visited 
up here a time or two since they were all old friends, but it wouldn't do to 
push it. He vanished. Anna restored the covers with a sigh. She was so 
fucking hot. She would love sex. She hoped that Mark would hang 
around-because for sure she'd get nothing from her husband. Twenty plus 
years of sex action had cooled Sam off. 

The visit went very well indeed. Stimulated by what had happened before, 
Anna seemed animated and interested in all the news of the family. There 
wasn't much to tell about that-compared to the excitement of the big fire 
which had really stirred the neighborhood up. 

"I could see it from my bedroom," said Vivian. "It was like some kind of a 
movie. The flames must've gone fifty feet in the air." 

"Practically burned out," nodded Sam. "Nobody got any sleep the rest of that 
night. Poor Mark is completely out of business. Mr. Bender was pretty upset. 
You remember that he owns Mark's building as well as our own. Mark had a 
lease for his restaurant like we do for the store." 

"I wouldn't put it past Bender to have started that fire," said Anna. "These 
days it's easier to burn up your business and collect insurance than it is 
to run it." 

"Anna!" 

"I read papers and magazines a lot. What ELSE is there to do here? I read 
that arson has become the fastest growing crime. And that people seldom get 
caught. I wouldn't put it past our tough landlord." 

Sam shook his head. "Anna, Anna, you've gotten morbid ..." 

They talked for a while and then Vivian hugged and kissed her mother and 
discreetly retired so that Mom and Dad could have a private visit. Vivian 
ambled up to the small lobby to call Sis and make sure all was well at the 
store. This was only a clinic, not a full hospital and the lobby was small, 
dark, hardly more than an ordinary room. There was a sit down telephone with 
the usual glass sidewalls and a man sat there talking. He looked familiar. 
She moved CLOSER and saw it was Mark Taylor. He had his back to her; he 
didn't see her. 

She grinned and started up to him to tap his shoulder and wave. It was the 
first time she'd seen him since the fire. He must've run up to visit Mom, 
but it was funny that Mom hadn't mentioned it. 

She reached out her hand but stopped when she heard Mark's words. 

"-chance for a real romp in the hay with one of the patients here. Imagine 
getting it off right in a hospital! She's got her shoulder and arm all 
wrapped up but there's nothing wrong with the rest of her. Boy, is she hot 
to trot! We've already been fooling around. So I won't be back till maybe 
nine or so-" 

Vivian pulled her hand back and felt puzzled. The tone of voice was 
nauseous, like some little kid planning to play a dirty joke on somebody. 
Vivian hated guys who bragged about sex conquests and Taylor was much too 
old for that, but-All at once it really hit her as to who Mark referred to. 
Her mother! It couldn't be-Paralyzed, she listened for a moment and then 
softly drew back across the room, her mind spinning. She slid outside of the 
room and headed for the parking lot, dazed, angry and shocked ... 

Back in Anna's room, Sam had climbed on the bed and stared up at his wife 
questioning. 

"You REALLY want me to?" 

"I really want it, Sam. I haven't had sex for so long I can't remember." 

"Why, Anna, just the other week-" 

"Sam, just do it." 

Sam looked around nervously at the closed door. But Anna insisted it was all 
right. She was hung up here and he knew it was terribly dull for her. She 
looked sexy too, all but the plaster cast and that was out of his way. 

"Anna, could we do-the whole thing?" 

"No, Sam, it would jiggle my arm too much. But you can do it with your mouth 
and I can ease you too." 

He slipped off her beige panties and stared at her V. His Anna had kept her 
looks through the years. Her stomach was flat and her skin still smooth. It 
was faces that wrinkled. She had elegant thighs and a very cute cunt. Right 
now it looked a little swollen and damp. 

"Yes, Sam," sighed Anna, "I've been at myself just before you came. A woman 
learns to take care of herself, especially when her husband wants to run for 
the school board." 

"Now, Anna-" 

She'd been on his neck about that a lot of times. He felt guilty because it 
was true that he couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex. He felt 
doubly guilty because of what had happened with him and the girls-Vivian at 
that wild dinner-nudist thing and Jan later that night. It had scared him 
right down to his, bones. Of course, he could hardly be blamed for that oral 
thing with Jan-she'd fooled him while he was trying with all his might to 
avoid incest. The thing with Vivian-well, anybody could make one mistake. 

Since then both girls had handled it well. Jan simply refused to talk about 
it. He'd wanted to talk it out with her and apologize, but whenever he 
brought it up, she just fled. Vivian, too, simply acted as if nothing had 
happened. The big fire at Taylor's had helped. All the excitement took the 
sting out of the sex he'd had with his daughters, put it in the past. 

He inhaled his wife's aroma and licked into her cunt with a good feeling. 
This was what he needed, to get back on the rails, to rekindle the love he 
had for her, to put aside that other stuff. He owed it to her. 

"Ah, Sam. QHHHHH, SAM!" 

As her husband's tongue breached her cunt, Anna felt a stab of guilt over 
what she'd done with Mark. Funny how easily you could slip into adultery 
without realizing the consequences. She and Sam had been happy for over 
twenty years and she had to regain that feeling of joy in sex with him. 

She freely opened her legs wide and gave herself up to the joy of the sex. 
When Sam set out to please her he could always do it better than anyone. He 
was so perfectly tuned to her that he could take her right up to glory. 
After he'd eaten her a little to get the excitement started he began to 
tease her. He pinched the lips of her cunt together with his fingers and 
jogged it a little so that she felt exquisite streaks deep inside. He 
released it and began to blow on her gently. His hot breath on the sensitive 
cunt opening made her get shivers and wiggle in ecstasy. 

"Oh, now, Sam. SAM! Don't do that. Oh, no, Sam, not that."  

He knew better than to pay any attention to her protests. If he stopped, 
she'd be disappointed. For her sex was a continual advance and retreat, 
attack and flee. First a little tasty eating, then the tease. She felt 
streaks of joy up and down her legs and her clitoris began to burn. Just 
when his hot blowing began to lose effect, he switched to licking her 
thighs. He found the cranny just next to her sex organ and laved it firmly 
and then sent his tongue up and over her pelvic bone, through her pubic hair 
and down to the nook on the other side, without his tongue touching her 
cunt. 

"Sam, that's such a tease. OH!" 

The thrills of his coming attack on her organ made her shiver some more. He 
made her wait a few more moments, tonguing wetly and hotly all around her 
box. 

He attacked. "AH, SAM!" she cried excitedly. 

"Ah, me, I'm taking-you're taking me-my-oh, my belly!" she cried. x 

Great stabs of joy wracked her body. She felt the integrity and saneness of 
her personality slip away like melting wax under his harsh attack. It took 
that kind of action to drive her into her bitch animal where she could have 
an orgasm. Most of the time she held onto herself so long that it was hard 
to give herself up to erotic play. He stopped his attack suddenly and smiled 
at her over her stomach. 

"Still the same old Anna. Hard and soft. Soft and hard." 

"You-know it-" she panted. Ohhh, that had been a thrilling run. It felt so 
good she felt ashamed again to realize that she'd been having sex with 
another man. But of course he'd ignored her so much before her accident-and 
she saw the future, the election campaign-nothing, nothing at all-long, hard 
winter coming. She must enjoy this. It would set everything right, 
everything-and she'd give up Mark Taylor-He lapped her, like nothing so much 
as a cat drinking from a saucer of milk. It was a steady, easy lapping, not 
too hard. It was perfect, brush-stroking her clit indirectly. He'd almost 
spun her out on that first fierce attack, and then next time she'd go right 
to heaven. Meanwhile the burn grew, the pleasure widened like a curtain 
opening and she felt her rich flow, felt her nipples hard, felt deiiciously 
aroused and hot. "We've-got to get back-to FUCKING-" she panted. "Wasted too 
much time-have the doctors-rig something-make it possible-" 

When she used that word, Sam knew she was hot and ready, and just about up 
there. He couldn't quite relax doing something as intimate as sex in a 
hospital. It seemed wrong to him, but if it made her happy-He regretted the 
whole business with Marcy and his thickness not to see that he could arrange 
regular sex visits with Anna if he'd only thought to present it to the 
doctors. Perhaps they had a cottage-Automatically, he growled in his throat 
and went for her hard. He began to eat her vigorously, sucking the pink cunt 
flesh into his mouth and drinking her juices with obscene sounds, smacking 
his lips. 

"Eating it off, kiddo," he gasped. "Gonna bite it and pull it right out of 
your body. No more sex for Anna." 

"SAM!" 

She LOVED it now. He took her right up to glory and her body bucked and 
quivered, her legs felt wild, and all the dials in her mind seemed to spin 
loose. His tongue felt like- an outrageous worm, eating right through her 
hot, soft guts. Deep, deep... 

Here came his fingers, right alongside of his tongue. One... two stiff 
fingers unsealing the length of her cunt while he kept up the crazing 
pressure on her clit. 

"AHHHHH, OHHHH, YESSSS, LOVVVEE," she cried. She bunted her loins up once, 
dropped back, groaned and then a white light burst in her head. 

"SAMMMMM!" she whined again and again. 

Her throbs came in sweet pulsations of joy. pleasure-wrenching spasms that 
seemed to open her whole body and cleanse her. She tried to close her legs 
on his head and spent off magnificent quakes of womanhood, loving him, 
restored to him, forgiving him in the hot ecstasy of the cunt suck. Nobody 
could do it like Sam. There was no man for her like Sam. Unk, unk] unk, she 
whined and twisted off her gorgeous orgasm, holding his head with her one 
free hand and giving up the totality of her body to him in rich, luscious 
love. Ahhh, it was pure heaven. 

She enjoyed it all and then fell back, still panting, glowing, euphoric. 

"Oh, Sam, that was so nice. Thank you. I needed that. Thank you so much." 

He laughed happily and they kissed, but it was awkward to do that with her 
shoulder in a cast. They didn't dare hug. She reached for his cock then. 

"Ah, no, kiddo," he said. "I don't need sex TODAY. That was for you, honey." 

The truth was, he didn't get very hard while he'd done her. Maybe it was the 
medicine smells, maybe the harshness of the room. Whatever, he just didn't 
feel sexy at that moment. He started talking about Mark Taylor's fire then, 
and she took the opportunity to remind him that they were old, old friends 
of Mark's and they ought to help Mark. They should lease that river acreage 
to him for the summer, especially now that he was out of business. 

"No, Anna. That could hurt me when I run for the Board." 

"Sam, maybe we'd better wait another year. I mean, my accident, and all the 
money this is taking .. .When I get back I'll have to go easy on this arm, 
anyway, and won't be able to help as much in the store-" 

"NO!" 

He was almost WILD now, biting on his pipe, red-faced, extremely upset. 
Something was strange and different about her husband-It hit her like a dash 
of cold water in his face. A woman! Sam had another woman, probably one of 
those bitches that wanted him to run. That's why he insisted on the 
campaign, why he didn't want sex, why he seemed so guilty. Of course that 
was it. She hardly heard what he said as he puffed and argued, desperate to 
make his point. 

"We'll talk about it later, Sam," she said sadly. She wished he'd go. She 
wanted to be alone to deal with this new, shattering fact. But she knew of 
certainty deep in her heart that Sam had something going. He must've sensed 
it, because a few minutes later he made some lame excuses about having to 
drive back to Cleveland and Jan being alone at the store. He left with a 
cold kiss of goodbye . 

Sam got out of there fast. Sex with her had brought them close, but he knew 
that she was getting firmer about his NOT running for the Board. It had been 
coming on for a long, long time. Normally she wouId've opposed his leasing 
that land to Mark for some kind of sex-nudist thing-she didn't. WHY? Because 
deep down the woman wanted him to stay a grocer forever. Deep down Anna 
lacked ambition for herself, for him, even for the girls. He even wondered 
if the accident had been her own subconscious throwing obstacles in his way. 
He'd certainly have to work that out-it had never hit him so hard that she 
really didn't like his fledgling political career ... 

After an interval Mark Taylopeame back in the room. 

"I kind of avoided Sam and Vivian," he said. "They've gone. The nurse said 
you've still got another hour .... Well, how did it go?" 

"Mark, he doesn't want to do it. He's determined to run this fall and thinks 
it would hurt him. It certainly wouldn't help him." 

"Baby, I've got to have this. You can talk him into it. We can keep it a 
secret; there're lots of ways. But-" 

"Mark, tell me the TRUTH. Has SAM got another woman-" 

Mark stared at Anna who sat up on the bed staring at him with hurt, serious 
eyes. 

"An-ANOTHER woman?" he stuttered nervously. 

"Gome on, Mark. Sam and I have been married over twenty years. A man can 
lose interest, wants new, younger women. We've drifted apart on his 
political career. Then my accident, being away. He could find someone that 
likes the political thing." 

Mark sank on the bed. 

"I don't think so, Anna. Of course there was this hostess I had, Marcy. She 
was kind of wild. Sam would, you know, pat her, throw an arm over her 
shoulders. But lots of guys do that." 

Her face was an agony. "Not Sam! Oh, Mark, I think my marriage is over!" she 
wailed. 

She'd avoided the truth for a long time. Sam had really lost interest in her 
when he got into politics. He was no longer the old Sam and she was a new 
Anna. His disinterest had forced her into this affair with Mark. 

"Oh, Mark, what am I going to do!" 

Despite the cast she came into his arms. Mark felt a tingle down to his 
toes. It had taken him twenty years to get into Anna's pants, but that 
wasn't the end of the goodies. He might get the WHOLE woman. As a divorced 
man who'd never had kids-the new idea made him dizzy. Sam had fucked those 
two beautiful girls out of Anna's fecund belly. Lots of women over forty had 
babies these days. He could lay his own seed in that ripe, sexy belly and, 
start a new life. Anna was still damn good looking and a hard worker, bright 
and easy to control. His prick began to stand. He let her cry on his 
shoulder for a while, gently squeezing and kneading her, kissing her first 
on the tear-stained cheek and then on the mouth. He felt inside her blouse 
for the luscious breast that was available to him. Her breathing began to go 
sexual. 

He reached under the covers and began to work his fingers at her cunt. She 
was soft. vulnerable and moaning now, moving from her emotional upset to the 
need to be wanted and loved. He stripped off his pants and shorts. 

"Oh, no, Mark," she protested. "We can't do that." 

"Baby, I'm dying for you. I've got to have you or go crazy." 

His ardor turned her on like fury. 'In this new world and chaotic situation 
his lust and his hard cock were just what she wanted. When he shoved her 
back on the bed she felt a thrill down to her toes, despite the danger. She 
had not taken the pill, and she was probably hot. 

"We can't risk-" she began. 

"GOT TO!" 

He spread her legs, mounting her and fucked her cunt. Their eyes met and she 
couldn't withstand the burning lust in his eyes. He rammed his prick deep 
into her with a groan of delight. She felt its hardness, the complete 
possession of her belly by this crazed penis. His impotence was gone. Her 
own desire burned high. She was leaving an old life and starting a super 
sexy new one. 

"Mark, Mark, oh, Mark. Ahhh, you're in me." 

He was almost HYSTERICAL in his desire. Bigshot Sam was everybody's hero, 
and Mark was just another guy. But it was his cock that grooved up the sex 
tunnel of Sam's wife. He really laid it to her. Her head went back and her 
free arm gripped his shoulder, fingers digging in. 

"Ahhh, M-Mark-shouldn't do thisssss-couldn't even let Sam d-d-do it." 

Sam had grown away from her but she still must have her looks, her 
importance, the way Mark's rod drove so hotly in and out of her. She was 
still a desirable woman. Desirable? The way Mark rode her, trembling in his 
eagerness to shove it up into her she must be a lot MORE than desirable. 
Only Sam had lost interest. 

"FASTER, HOTTER," she gasped anxiously. 

She knew the doctors wouldn't like this. The action was furous and she felt 
the strain on her shoulder in spite of the cast. She might do further harm. 
But, ahhh, it felt so good. Mark didn't see her as a wounded woman at all. 
He saw her as a hot target for his desires. 

"Never-felt anything-so fantastic," he managed. 

Somehow he'd gotten her breast out and her nipple was so hard that it hurt. 
He sucked on it, he plunged his prick up in her and he babbled almost 
incoherently. When their affair had started they'd had some hot times, but 
never like this. Always before she'd held back, wanting to save a little for 
Sam, somehow. This was different, free and open with no holds barred. 

"Watch-the cast-" she warned. 

"I love you, baby. Oh, I love you crazy. Always have. You-have to get a 
divorce-we make it!" 

That simply BLEW HER MIND. It wasn't something she was ready for, but the 
fact that he wanted it turned her erotic feelings to the highest pitch. 

"Ah, Mark, ahhhh, meee. You're f-fucking my heels off. Ah, ah." 

They plunged and bucked on the bed and she felt a'.stunning) deeply 
delicious thrill starting in her legs and going all the way up her body. She 
was going to be so open for him. What if he impregnated her? The idea 
stunned her and yet it added new flames to her excitement. He might be 
driving a love baby into her body. She'd felt this way when Sam had given 
her Vivian and later Jan. 

"Oh, Mark-I'm afraid-maaaa-king baby," she cried. 

That acknowledgement on her part whipped him to an absolute fucking fury. 

"Take it, honey. I want to lay it in you. Oh, take it." 

He gave a happy cry of utter ecstasy. The wild rushes of desire shot up his 
body like consuming flames and he went weak, panting with the final crazing 
joy of orgasm. His whole body locked. The sweet distress of losing his power 
to move held him in a golden grip. Then with everything organized to burst, 
he let it go. 

"ANNA!" 

Compelling, delicious, outrageous bursts of jissum shot out of his cock to 
wash her womb. Throb after throb of ecstasy wracked him. His luck, his life 
was changing as he shot off his rich maleness into her taken cunt and 
finally won this luscious creature that he'd been trying to get for half his 
life. He laughed in happy hysteria and held her tight and seeded her with 
gush after gush of sperm. 

She felt a curious reluctance at the last moment. She even wanted to pull 
out. Her sex nerves took charge and forced her to take the love of the male 
who reamed her. Deep, delightful slashes of sexuality pinioned her belly. 
Mark went crazy, froze, and seeded her with incredibly luscious spurts. She 
began to whine in her ecstasy. 

"Ah, Mark-you've ta-taken meeee!" Her ass tightened, and her loins lifted. 
As his spurts whipped hot male cream into her cunt she went into her own 
magnificent freeze and began to give her sex up to him-every bit of it. At 
that moment the strain was too much on her poor shoulder. She felt her cast 
give way, then the bone snap again and a stab of pain. But the new wounding 
was as nothing to the orgasmic wildness she felt. She gripped and sucked his 
cock tight in her slippery cunt and throbbed against it and vacuumed his 
manhood into her body. She let it all go, the past was over, the future 
unknown and she was total woman for her new man. She had so much to give and 
she gave it all in relieving, satisfying quakes of her womanhood. 

 Chapter Five 

Sam and Vivian had barely left the city limits of the small town when the 
car slowed down, swerved and began to bump along the highway. 

"Oh, damn," Sam Exclaimed. "A flat." 

They got out and looked at the rear of the car. ft was worse than a flat 
tire. It was two flat tires. Both of the rear tires had gone out on them. 
Sam almost bit through the mouthpiece of his pipe. He paraded and cursed. 
The whole trip had been frustrating. The doctors had told him they wanted 
Anna for two or three more weeks, and that would cost money. The sex with 
her had been great and had somewhat eased his guilt feelings, but it had 
also left him high, with a heavy groin and no relief. He had arranged, with 
a great deal of blushing and double talk, for a conjugal visit next week, 
but they were reluctant. Too much movement or excitement could slow up the 
patient's recovery. To top it all, Anna had been on his tail about renting 
that land to Mark Taylor, and that was totally out of character for her. 

Now it was early evening and they were stuck with two flats on the car and 
only one spare tire. Vivian let him curse and fume for a while and then she 
took hold of his elbow. 

"Look, Dad, you've had a rough day and some rough times before that. What 
you really need is to kick back for a night, relax." 

"Sleeping in a car on the highway is no way to relax. No, we'll get the Auto 
Club and wait it out. We've got to get back." 

"Why? There's a motel down the road. You can see a part of the sign from 
here. We could just about walk to it. We could call Jan and tell her we'll 
be back early tomorrow." 

"Jan can't handle-" 

"Dad, the store's already closed. It's after six. Jan can take care of 
herself for one night. We don't open till ten so we can be back tomorrow 
well before that. Meanwhile, we can bunk into this motel, have a nice 
dinner, a quiet evening and go home tomorrow, rested and feeling pretty 
good." 

"I'd miss my meeting with the Neighborhood Association." , "You haven't 
missed one in months. They'd be glad to have a meeting without you for a 
change, I'll bet." 

Sam suddenly laughed. Vivian had a point. Here lately he knew he made people 
nervous with his tensions and talk about his campaign. Sometimes he even 
bored himself. It would be great if only to get away for a night, eat in a 
different place, sleep in strange surroundings. 

"Well, Vivian, it's summer and the motel is probably filled, but we can go 
there and call the Auto Club, and see what we think." 

The LAKE LOOP motel had some vacancies. It was a nice little place, neither 
too expensive nor too cheap, situated within a large grove of trees. 

It looked private and restful and the clerk told them that there was a nice 
dining room within walking distance. Sam took a room with twin beds. It 
turned out to be a wise decision because the garage sent by the Auto Club 
could not fix his second tire until early in the morning. They could fix 
both tires and. have him on the road by eight A.M., however, which gave him 
plenty of time to get back to Cleveland and the store before opening. They 
came and hauled the car away and Sam and Vivian bought a few essentials at a 
local store and then relaxed over a steak dinner. 

The meal was absolutely luxurious, no doubt because, for once, Sam had no 
meeting to go to, no store to worry about and no people to say "hello" to. 
He felt totally relaxed when he and Vivian finally returned to the motet 
room, relaxed enough to watch TV for a couple of hours and chat easily about 
a number of things-mainly Mark Taylor's fire. 

"We'll probably get a tough inspection by old Bender," he told Vvian. "He 
owns pur building too, you know and the lease says I've got to be careful 
about fire hazards/I'm surprised he hasn't showed up already." 

"At least it got rid of that dumb Marcy O'Brien. She was getting to be the 
talk of the neighborhood," Vivian smirked. 

Sam blushed. "Why, Vivian, it's wrong to be glad when someone loses a job. 
That fire cost a lot of people their jobs." 

"Big deal. Mark never paid too much. People left him ail the time. Most of 
them can make more elsewhere. Especially I wouldn't worry about that sex 
package." 

Sam found it expedient to change the subject. He was pretty sure that Viv 
didn't know about his 'date' with Marcy, which never took place and about 
the sex with Jan that did take place. Jan was a secretive type, thank God. 
Just the same as he went into the bath to get his shower he suddenly 
realized that he'd have to be careful tonight. He'd already had one sex 
experience with Vivian and here he was alone with her for the night in a 
motel where nobody knew who they were. 

As he showered he became aware of the sex heaviness in his balls and he 
found his mind idly drifting to thoughts of Vivian's body, the young, 
rounded curves, the generous breasts, the sensual lips. That other time, 
under the excitement and out of her girlish loyalty she'd practically 
offered to seduce him. Wow! 

He didn't want to dress again, so he slipped into his shorts and got into 
one of the beds quickly. Vivian seemed not to notice; she still watched the 
news on TV. She yawned then and said she'd take her own shower and left him. 

Once she was naked under the spray of the shower, she began to feel the rise 
of her sexuality. Her nipples stood out, firm, hard, sensitive. She felt a 
thrilling glow of anticipation all through her loins and a sort of 
breathless, unnamed excitement. It was going to be interesting. 

She'd been aware for a long time that things were not right between her 
parents. Mom was happy with the store and their lives. She often spoke of an 
ambitious uncle who'd ruined his family life out of ambitions. She called 
him an over-achiever. Mom certainly wanted the best for Sam, and her 
daughters, too, but in another way she'd never gotten the thought of the 
uncle out of her mind. She was ambivalent. 

A couple of times strange things had happened that made Viv think that maybe 
Mom played around. Yet that was CRAZY. Mom was very strict and always 
faithful. But she was very good looking for a woman of her age, and if she 
wanted to she could find men interested in her. 

But Mark Taylor! My God! He was good looking and had an okay personality, 
but he wasn't in Dad's league. He'd always been interested in Mom, but that 
was such old hat that nobody thought much about it anymore. Then his secret 
visit up here and that phone call she'd overheard. Mom had taken leave of 
her senses and Vivian did not plan that her father would be crushed by it. 

She drew her hands slowly, sexily, up her soft thighs, gleaming with the 
water and gently jogged her cunt. 

"Ah, ohhh," she murmured feeling a spurt of arousal inside. 

"Oh, that feels-so GOOD/' she breathed. 

She finished the shower feeling wicked, sensual, alive and very excited. The 
motel provided those big towels, so she covered herself only with one of 
them, the towel tucked in under her armpits and barely covering her 
nakedness to below her buttocks. She went back into the bedroom. Sam seemed 
to doze in bed. She turned off the TV, walked to his bed and sat on the edge 
of it. 

She was aware of the gleam in his eyes as he watched her in that towel, 
relaxed and heavy-lidded. 

"Ready?" she asked, a smile forming on her face. 

"For what?" 

She reached under the covers and put her warm hands on his stomach. 

"Why, for the massage you need and that I'm going to give you." 

"Now, Vivian, I don't need-" 

"Yes, you do. You're already half asleep and a massage will set you up for a 
full night's sleep." 

She pulled back the covers. He held onto them for a moment, his eyes coming 
awake, then he let go. He quickly turned over on his face. 

"I didn't know you were a massage girl," he said thickly. 

She examined his near naked body and felt her breathing go fast. She had to 
control her voice. 

"I've done it a few times," she said mysteriously. 

She worked down to his rear. What a terrific male rear. Her cunt already 
flowed and she began to feel a little light-headed. She hooked her thumbs in 
his ti$ht fitting jockey shorts and started to take them down. 

"Now, Vivian-" 

"Oh, Dad, don't be a turkey," she said, controlling her voice. She jerked 
and his shorts slid off his behind. His naked male ass was exposed. 

"My bottom isn't tired," he protested. Was his voice a little thicker than 
usual. 

"Oh, well, it's all FREE," she said, digging her hands into his flude 
cheeks. That time she heard him gasp. 

"Oh, Viv, Viv..." 

She paid no attention. She worked his naked buttocks and slid her hand 
between those powerful thighs, so warm and sexy. She caught a flash of his 
balls under him and had to bite her lip to repress a cry of delight. They'd 
be full and ready with precious juices that she was determined to have 
inside of her body this time. 

"Turn over." 

"Now, Viv." 

She tugged at his body. He suddenly flopped over and pulled the covers back 
over himself. 

"No, you don't," she laughed, jerking at them. 

"Listen, Viv-" 

"I know you've got an erection, so what?" she said. She ripped the covers 
back and there it was. standing up like a rugged, gleaming soldier at 
attention, hr spite of herself she stopped for a second in awe. Ever since 
she'd seen that picture in the nudist magazine she'd had rich fantasies 
about his jutter. There was no doubt that he wanted to plant it in her. Her 
body in that towel and her warm, firm hands had given him this powerful 
erection. 

His face got red. "Dammit, Vivian, if you think..." 

"Oh, shut up," she said in mock anger. 

She felt a wild and crazy rush of desire. She sprang on the bed and sat on 
his stomach, the big, hard prick behind her. She began to knead his chest. 
The towel brushed his panis and she felt the faint presence of it against 
her back. 

"Vivian, I know what you think you're going to do, and I can't let you get 
away with it. My God, girl-" 

Her hands dug into his chest. Her heart pounded painfully now. She kneaded 
his flesh for a few moments and wanted to laugh at the quizzical expression 
on his face. A part of him was delighted, while another part of him was 
simply horrified, and still another part was thrilled crazy. It was all 
there to see. 

"No!" he cried. 

It was absolutely astonishing. He laid under her, hard and ready and watched 
his doom approach. He'd made those few verbal protests. He still seemed to 
be unable to use his muscles; he was plenty strong enough to unseat her if 
he wanted. It was as if some invisible ropes tied him into place. His face 
was a sight to see. 

She had the initiative and meant to keep it. She kept pressing on that 
glorious blade, impaling herself on his cock, and grunting with happy 
concentration as the hard meat unsealed her tight, young cunt walls. 

It was true that he was on to her game, from the moment she came out of the 
bathroom clad only in the towel. She really looked sexy with her breasts 
pressing against that towel in front and her ripe rear barely covered below, 
with plenty of nude thigh and leg showing. He felt relaxed and a little 
amused by it. He certainly wasn't going to get into any incest with his own 
daughter, though, no matter how sexy she looked or how hard she tried. 

As she proceeded with the massage, he began to feel hot tingles of desire. 
Nothing he couldn't control of course. It was natural to want to love one's 
daughter, that was all right. But his hard-on got, stiffer, his breathing 
went deeper and he began to feel the rise to that impossible, incredible 
desire for sex that he did not believe his own daughter could raise in him. 
Sam Rogers was simply NOT incestuous. 

The only trouble with his theory was that she didn't stop when he thought 
she would. She lifted that damnable, sexy towel, spread her legs and took 
his cock. He felt the tremendous thrill as she impaled herself on it, and 
ooooozed down until he was hilt deep inside of her. 

"Vivian. Ah! Oh, nooooo," he cried. 

He lay absolutely immobile, shocked and thrilled out of his mind to find 
that she hadn't stopped, that she had plunged his blade right into her, and 
she had a sex blush on her face and was beginning to move, giving him 
exquisite friction. 

"Ahhh, Dad, that's crazeeee. Just what I wanted." 

"We-uh-can't do this girl. We can't." 

"I know, I know. Uh, uh; It's not-ohhhhhhh-natural." 

She had taken about ten luscious strokes, grooving along his blade and it 
made her so hot she feared she was going to burst too soon and he would 
escape without having given her his sexy libation. His rod filled her with 
thrilling tightness, comfortable and full, and they were locked enough so 
that she could feel his dry-throbs of delight. It was the knowledge that she 
had and he didrv't that made it possible for her to take his manhood into 
her body without qualms. Her mother fucked another man. 

"Fuck," she gasped anxiously. "FUCK MEEEE!" 

She lay on top of Sam without moving as he held her delicately on her 
still-toweled ribs as if she were a porcelain figure. 

"I DIDN'T want this, Vivian." 

"You need a woman. One you can trust." 

"There are so many women-but I have one." 

"Not-for a while." 

She moved very, VERY gently. So softly that it was an incredible tease on 
his prick, buried in her cunt channel. His member seemed to swell and tense 
deliciously against those hot, slick vaginal walls. His cock felt as if 
someone had implanted an extra thousand pleasure points, stripped away the 
skin and his hard muscle soaked up intense, exquisite pleasure. He groaned 
because it was the sexiest feeling he'd ever had. He didn't even want to 
move it in her. 

"We can stop now," he said. "Save ourselves." "We can do it once. Never tell 
anyone. Never do it again." 

"Vivian, do you REALLY want this?" "When I saw the nude pictures, that did 
it. Before, I hid it from myself." 

It was his turn to move now, very, very gently fucking her. He pulled back 
his jabber barely an inch, slid it forward, retracted it and slid it 
forward. That slow, intense action made her give a soft wounded cry. It was 
as if he hadn't quite made up his mind, but he tried her out. 

"Ah, Sam, I've got to have your sex. All of it-inside me." 

"Honey, I'm running for the school board-yet-now in a motel-sex-my own 
daughter." 

"Next fall... everything different. Dad. This is once-and forever." 

He stopped moving in her. 

"This kind of thing you can never take back, Vivian." 

His cock throbbed and thrilled, the father jism still safely sealed inside 
of his body. Oh, it did feel so good. Alt he had to do was plunge and buck, 
buck and plunge, doing what came naturally and let his seed burst and it 
would feel so good and be done forever. 

She gave a tug at her towel and let it''fall off of her and over the edge of 
the bed. He looked up and saw her beautiful face, her smooth shoulders, her 
nude, full breasts and her shapely torso. His, his, his, beauty he'd helped 
create. He groaned in indecision. 

She laid down on his body, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. She 
began to fuck him with magnificent gyrations of her loins, driving her cunt 
up and down his shaft and uttering deep, happy groans. 

"If you won't do it, I have to." 

He held his breath as he watched her face swim up to his, shimmering in its 
beauty. Her mouth was red and moist. There was a gleam of her teeth that 
dazzled him. He wanted to turn his head away. He knew the electric power of 
those supple, velvet lips kissing his. Already he thrilled to feel her taut 
nipples, hard and wanting, dig into his chest. But he could not turn his 
head. 

Their lips met. Her mouth opened. His mouth opened. He gave a half-sob in 
his throat as the pink tongue slid between his teeth and offered itself for 
the sacrifice. It was more than any man could stand. He bit into that wet, 
slippery tongue, and thought the top of his head would come off. His full 
male lust burst out of its prison. His hands shot down to her smooth, white 
buttocks and he began to move his cock, an inch, two inches, three 
inches-the whole shaft reaming in and out of her cunt. 

"Ah, you doll. Ahhh, you baby. Fu-fucking you," he gasped as the last 
restraint broke. 

"Oh, Dad. Oh, my God. You're drilling meeeee." 

"Uhhhhh, keep-doinnnnng it." 

"Saw-so good, Sam. Oh, Sam, it's so good." 

After that first wild rush of total good feeling from his ramming prick she 
began to move her own body, thrilled to the limits of her being, everything 
turned on, her whole body open for the incest fuck. She grunted and 
thrashed, sweating, turning into a bitch animal, as their naked bellies 
sucked together and made lascivious sounds. 

He was not used to the richness of the oils from her young cunt, nor the 
spring-lock pressure of her very young cunt. She bathed his member in hot, 
abundant girl oik and every inch of her tunnel pressed deliciously on his 
rod. A heavenly finger of good feeling ran from the thrilled head of his 
cock down his shaft and into his balls and back deep into his body so that 
he felt as if he were an instrument of pure, powerful sex destined to craze 
that young belly into fainting submission. His hands dug into the flesh of 
her buttocks as he gripped her tightly, forcing that fast trip on her. 

She shuddered. She whined. She moaned. She groaned. Her whole middle was on 
fire and the joy extended down into her legs and up into her torso. Her 
gyrations could add little to the lust and power of that taking cock. 

"Got to do it-all the way." 

"Oh, me, oh my-my b-belly's so-taken." 

"Sexy, luscious, little blonde bitch." 

"Ream me. Ram it to me. Oh, I'm DYING." 

He laughed hysterically as he showed her good old-fashioned screwing like he 
and Anna used to do it long ago in the nudist camp days when their bodies 
were new to each other and he could fuck all night. He felt Vivian's young 
body twist and jump in her fucked ecstasy, driven out of her mind by his 
masterful reaming, enslaved by the most powerful prick, driving by the 
hottest passion she'd ever felt. 

"AH, YEEEE, AHHHH, YESSSSS," she cried passionately. 

He pulled her up tighter to him and got his mouth on her tits, first one and 
then the other, inhaling the rich breasts and tongue-stroking her nipples at 
high speed. The sensations from her teased breasts almost made her faint it 
was so delicate, hot and good. 

"Cay-can't staaaaand that. Oh, no," she begged. Her head went back and her 
body jerked. 

He laughed. "This is prick. This is the total sex you wanted-trapped me 
into." 

"Ahhhh, eeeee, ah, sooooo hot!" 

Her nerves were whipped to the point of no return. She just couldn't handle 
any more of it. 

The pleasure was so great she wanted to burst out of her skin and escape for 
fear his driving cock would destroy her forever. 

"SAMMM. Got to GOOOQ," she whined. 

It hit her like a physical blow. She whined and whimpered in animal madness 
as her orgasm rushed on her, locking her belly first in an exquisite freeze 
and then her poor, tortured cunt burst in powerful throbs-of girl 
submission, sucking on the wounding blade and expiring with startling spasms 
of her taken womanhood. Ung, ung, ung. She went faint with the rush of 
golden good feeling, squirming and jerking like a helpless child in the 
grips of the conquering father cock. She became a sex-stricken mass of 
orgasmic splendor, throbbing for him with bleating discharges of sweet 
sexual tension. 

"HA! YOUUU-IIH-GONE," he suddenly cried. 

His muscles just stopped on him-like that. A swelling stillness filled his 
body. His eyes bugged out. He gave an enormous grunt of throw-desire, then 
gasped and then surged up under the girl and spent off that crowning-, 
magnificent first spurt. Wham. Tight into her cunt, released with the 
craziest joy a man could feel. It was followed at once by the rest of his 
run of heavy, too-long held jism. Wham, wham, wham. He, cried out in 
delight, hugged her body and made her take his boiling masculinity, shot 
after shot while his body strained with the utter joy of his male explosion. 

She was still coming as she took his shots and had to laugh happily. ... 

It actually felt good to him when it tapered because the force and the 
effort had dazed him a little and those last shots of come into her cunt 
were comfortable and immensely satisfying. In a world whether few things 
were ever settled and done, an ejaculation was terrific. It exploded, it 
shot its fury and it finished with a sense of finality and left a golden 
glow in all parts of the body. After he was done, he held the crushed girl 
to his chest and absolutely wallowed in the after pleasure of the sex, 
feeling her juices still running and his juices joining now to mingle with 
his in full tribute to the loin power of father and daughter. They were one 
lusty family. 

Vivian had not realized how much her own tension had become in these recent 
days. The release of her sex, after achieving her goal of helping her 
father, of temporarily replacing her foolish, wayward mother left her 
feeling creamy, good, exhausted and utterly happy. 

"Oh, Dad, don't move." 

"I LOVE you, honey." 

"I love you. Dad." 

They clung and their hearts slowed, their bodies cooled but still they laid 
plastered together as they first dozed and finally slipped off into deep, 
welcome sleep. 

Vivian awoke first. She had fallen off her father's body and slept curled 
beside him, savoring the warmth of his presence. The light was still on in 
the room, though it was past midnight. She looked down at the coil of his 
big cock. It looked both innocent and powerful, hanging between his legs. 
His spilled semen had crystallized to a white, thin coating on his prick and 
between his thighs. Her own thighs were like-wise coated with the dried 
essence of their love-making, and the sight was very sexy. She smiled 
dreamily. There was nothing like sex, nothing at "all. How magnificent that 
run had been, as he burned off his heat and his passion inside of her. She 
was proud to be the daughter of such a virile man. It was true that she'd 
had a letch for him for a long, long time and it took her mother's accident 
and the following events to bring it to a head. She felt that she'd grown 
into full womanhood tonight. The world might shun her incestuous lust, but 
at this time and place it had been compellingly right, she felt. 

She reached out and lifted the heavy mass of his cock and balls. Fabulous! 
She felt a return of warmth and excitement between her legs. Delicately she 
began to work and stroke his shaft. He moaned, twisting a little, but the 
cock grew in her hand. Inspired, she crouched down and slid it into her 
mouth, going after the crusted, spent happy juice they'd left behind ... 

Sam awoke with a fierce, throbbing hard-on and a shivery, delicious feeling 
of sex in his groin. He stared down sleepily and then the events of the 
evening rushed back into his mind. Nor was it over. 

Vivian bobbed her head on his cock. His snake stood up proudly, fiercely, 
red, and gleaming from her saliva as she applied suction. Her tongue, pink 
and wet, rimmed his cock head and her teeth nibbed the ridge where tfie mass 
of pleasure nerves were. 

"Ohhhhhh. No!" he gasped. 

Her soft fingers stroked his big balls which were full again. He felt it 
all, clear up his backbone. 

"It is still our night," she whispered. 

"I wasn't going to-we were going to do it once," he told her. He had to 
gyrate his loins and fuck up into her mouth in the thrilling play of her 
cocksuck. 

"Just a little more ACTION," she begged. She held his shaft and sent him out 
of his mind by endlessly rimming the spade-shaped cock head with her tongue. 
She really knew how to give him oral sex. Already he could feel the spread 
of lust and the sex joy clear up his belly. 

"You-don't have to," he gasped. 

"You know I have to drink stud cock," she laughed and nibbled deliciously 
down the side of his shaft. He gave pleasurable dry-throbs to her loving. 

"Honey, I-I-" 

"Why are you SO TOUGH?" she asked. "Your terrific thing, mixes up a batch of 
happy juice over and over and you don't want to use it." 

"We're being de-ahhhhhh!-decadent." 

"So we are." 

It was too late to stop her. He was getting wildly hot again to throw more 
jism. What did it say in the Good Book? Sin was always easier the second 
time, yet-it did turn him on like fury. He tried to pull her sexy little 
butt around to give her equal pleasure but she laughed and resisted. 

"No need, no need. I've got ray own happy game." 

He saw then that she had two fingers digging into her own pink and swollen 
cunt. She wanted to serve and service him all the way. He laid back and 
looked at the ceiling. At this time and in this place, he thought, I felt 
the exquisite pleasure of my oldest daughter sucking the life out of my 
crazy cock. It was sheer MADNESS-and the most delicious oral sensation he'd 
ever felt, just to lay there passively and watch her beautiful body twist to 
her own masturbation as she teased and sucked his hot, eager penis. 

He bunted up into her mouth wordlessly. It seemed that each stroke built new 
fires of pleasure in his shaft and the good news shot deep into his body 
where all the glands, valves and pipes got ready for another magnificent 
throw. 

"Vivian, I-oh, hell," he said. "I want you to suck me crazy..." 

She made a pleased sound in her throat. He stroked her milky soft skin as 
she lifted him, watching her velvet body writhe and her beautiful face glow 
as she performed fellatio on him and took him right up to heaven. It was 
strangely restful and exciting at the same time, to lay back and let it 
happen. He felt like the king of the world, detached up above but a boiling 
mass of good feeling down below. He felt proud of his own cock rising, 
rising to prod into that hot, tight mouth, to surrender its sex 
nerve-endings to the snake tongue and nibbling teeth, and to urge himself 
and her to a higher, ever higher pitch. 

Orgasm crept over him stealthily and steadily, from peaks of high good 
feeling to overcome the sense of the impossibility of tossing cock juices 
into his daughter's mouth to the possibility and then the certainty. It felt 
so good to rise that way, letting the flood of happiness steal over him 
until he panted and his heart throbbed and he sweated and rose to the 
inevitable explosion. 

"Vivian, I'm sucked out-going-giving." 

He experienced a wild moment of utter sexuality as she broke him. Then he 
had to grunt and fuck up as deep into her mouth as she'd let him go, and 
rinse off that leaping joy passion. 

"Ah. Uh, uh, uh." 

Hot darts of liquid male flames spurted into her mouth and she drank them 
down, making greedy sounds in her throat. He stared intently down ;at the 
scene and felt the shivery delight and fulfillment of shooting off gobs of 
jism and seeing her soft throat muscles work to swill down his cock 
products. 

Incest? He was in the middle of it now-and doomed. 

 Chapter Six 

"So make me hard," said Walt Price. Marcy laughed. "Open your pants, 
soldier." He made a face at her and unzipped his pants. His cock was average 
in size and very soft right now, although his balls looked very full to 
Marcy. She wore only a glossy housecoat of black silk, a trifle she'd picked 
up somewhere in some Chinatown. San Francisco? New York? It got hard to 
remember. 

"You don't get hard much, Walter." "At least I don't fuck my brains out when 
we've got a fire going." 

"Now, now teammate. We haven't got hurt yet." 

"No thanks to you," he sneered. "On that Taylor restaurant fire you nearly 
kilted yourself, that character Taylor and me." 

"Fires make me feel sexy." 

"Yeah, and one day you're going to forget to walk out. It almost happened in 
Seattle. And again in Denver." 

"Oh, Walter, Walter, we haven't missed yet." 

She'd been cleaning her small apartment. She reached down for the snake of 
the vacuum cleaner hose. She turned on the machine and it purred quietly. 
They could EASILY talk above the noise of it. 

"What the hell is THAT for?" he asked. 

She winked at htm. She parted her housecoat and he caught a flash of red 
pubic hairs. She snuggled the metal suction segment to her pelvis. The 
vacuum cleaner whined. She moved it down over her cunt. Her head came back 
and her eyes closed as the machine ingested her pink folds. She used it 
delicately, passing it over the length of her box quickly and sending it 
back for a second and a third pass. 

"Jeez, what a NUT," he blurted. 

She let her housecoat fall back in place, stepped forward and before he 
realized what she was doing she suctioned up his soft cock into the hole of 
the metal stem of the vacuum cleaner. He came up on his toes, his eyes 
getting big as his soft cock vibrated in the suction hole. 

"WHAT-THE HELL!" 

She laughed and sucked on his prick, sucked into the tiny piss hole. 

"Marcy, listen, stop that now. Hey, listen, don't do that. Don't-DO-that. 
Oh, Oh, Oh." 

She pulled off the metal stem with a sudden 'slurp' and released his cock. 
It looked red and fussed and it was half hard just from the short suction 
he'd had. 

"Jeez, that is something else. Wow!" 

"Listen, we got to talk about that grocery store job. The Rogers store." 

"You loused that up pretty good, Walter. You had that blonde kid going, big 
love deal, access to the place, plenty of time to look it over, get keys 
made-then you got her mad at you and cut us off." 

"\ told you, I'm working on the sister." 

"We could've had it all set up by now with just the one sister." 

"Listen, Marcy, you asshole. We couldVe also had it set up if you'd let old 
Rogers plug you that night when you got drunk. But, noooo, hotshot Marcy had 
to get tanked up and miss out" 

She waved a hand. "I was just too uptight waiting for the word on the Taylor 
job to come through. One job at a time. I'd waited a long time for a good 
fire like that one." 

"You FREAK!" 

She merely grinned at him, turning on the vacuum again. Walt gulped, but 
didn't try to stop her as she picked up his cock with the suction hole of 
the vacuum. His half-hard penis shot in with a slurp, and his meat was 
fluttered in the metal tube by the strong suction. He gasped and his eyes 
got big. 

"Jezzzzz. Oh, wow!" 

The feeling was absolute exquisite. The powerful suction made his prick go 
full hard so that it no longer fluttered so sexily against the circular 
metal, but the good feeling roared in him from the constant, heavy pull of 
the machine. trying to suck his jism right out of his body. Marcy moved the 
metal just an inch on his cock. When she eased her pull, the vacuuum grabbed 
that inch back with a powerful grikkkk. 

"MARCY-it's-it's-" 

"You won't last long," she laughed, jiggling the metal tube that clutched 
his cock in a death lock. He came up on his toes, crazed by the crude but 
exciting pull of the vacuum. He'd never felt such an incredible suction. He 
began to pant and sweat. 

"Marcy-oh, my God. Wow! Wow!" 

"Give it up, Walter. Throw your seed in the machine guts and make a machine 
baby." 

"Oh, oh, oh." 

She walked him back to the bed, pulling him by his cock attached to the 
vacuum cleaner. He had to come along. 

"Now, don't," he whined. "Oh, don't do that. Now don't, Marcy." 

She fell back on the bed and grinned up at him. She pulled the vacuum off 
his cock which gave it up slowly, reluctantly. When his cock filled the hole 
of the cleaner, the motor had whined in the extra load of its tunnel being 
blocked. Once his cock was gone the motor settled back down to its contented 
purr. 

He stood there beside the bed, and they both saw his cock throbbing. It 
looked like it had already had sex, red and fussed, with some streaks of 
dirt from the vacuum metal tube. But it stretched hard and tight. 

"Ahhhh, Marcy, that's crazeee. It almost pumped me out. It's too small, it 
hurts when I'm full hard." 

She waved the rubber snake with the metal ending. "Just one more jolt?" , 
"Oh, no, not for me. I've had it." 

She opened her housecoat, revealing her luscious thighs and wet and swollen 
cunt. 

"I won't promise my cunt will suck as hard." 

"Oh, now, Marcy. You know how I am." 

"You don't want me." 

"I-I-I" he stammered looking miserable. 

She gave him no chance to make up his mind. She swung up the vacuum again 
and vacuumed up his prick. With his hard stander, it hurt going in that 
time, because his cock was bigger around than the vacuum hole. 

"OWWWW." 

Then the motor screamed at full contact and his cock was locked full length 
once more in the metal tube. Pain gave way to extreme bliss. He came up on 
his toes and froze. He'd never felt anything so offbeat sexy in his life 
than the sweet, overpowering grab of that vacuum on his cock. 

He stared down at Marcy, stuttering, his face frozen in horror. 

"l-l-nooo-l-" 

Then he gave a great cry of delicious wounding as the machine took his 
prick. His knees went weak and his whole belly and insides thrilled to the 
maximum on that forced orgasm. 

"AH-HAH!" he yelled. 

Marcy could see his balls giving up jism to the machine. He got off about 
three luscious shots that were sucked up by the vacuum and hurled into the 
oblivion of dust bag, or more likely strung out along the rubber hose. She 
jerked off the sleeve from his spending cock. At the same time she opened 
her housecoat all the way. 

Hot come shot out of Walt's prick as he grunted, crouched and threw his 
seed. A graceful loop spun lazily through the air, like someone had tossed a 
necklace and splatted over her naked tits and belly. Another shot followed 
to splat on her belly across her navel. The next spurt in a diminishing 
series laid on her lower belly and pubic hairs, with some of the body hot 
stuff sinking its goo into her mesh of hairs like a gob of honey thrown on a 
bush, dribbling down in strings. 

"Lover!" shouted Marcy with a raucous laugh. She began to make passes at her 
cunt again with the vacuum cleaner tube, and sucking up his greasy jism from 
her body between passes. 

Walt Price stood there, emptied, glowing, his cock hurting a little from the 
machine treatment but sensing the good feeling of balls emptied. He had to 
shake his bead. That Marcy O'Brien was something else again ... 

Jan knew there was something subtlety different about the party that Walt 
Price took her to. It was held in somebody's double garage in a poorer 
section of town near a black neighborhood. Industrial Cleveland had its 
share of blacks, never mind about that! But it wasn't the blacks, although a 
few of them were there. It made her a little uneasy-but these days lots of 
things made her uneasy. In fact, her old, comfortable life seemed pretty 
well shattered. 

"Wait for me here, doll. I'll be right back," said Walt and took off outside 
to talk to someone. That was Walt, always going outside to talk to 
someone... the party really jumped with loud disco music pounding from the 
walls, a strobe light going, and guys with beads, their shirts open to the 
waist, or. some with no shirts at all. Plenty were bearded and the costumes 
were weird. Well, it wasn't exactly a costume party; and yet everybody was 
gotten up in a pretty exotic fashion, Some girls wore T-shirts so thin you 
could practically see their breasts, and there were some in wet leather and 
some in metallic silver outfits-Still even mat wasn't too wild for her. If 
you'd ever been to one of those midnight showings of the "Rocky Horror 
Picture Show", you saw fancier stuff. There was marijuana, of course, and 
probably cocaine and maybe some other stuff, but you found that at any 
middle-class party in Cleveland and elsewhere. 

She fit the scene. She'd put on a terry cloth bikini set of panties under a 
Hawaiian skirt-only her skirt was not grass-it was long, shimmering tassels 
of gleaming plastic like cellophane. Her breasts were contained in an 
abbreviated tank top that she'd cut open and closed with shoelaces. Plenty 
sexy. Guys came up and smiled and tried to dance with her or at least made 
cracks, but she held back. Something was wrong with this party. 

Well, she never drank much and she didn't take dope in any form, not even 
marijuana, so that part didn't worry her.. .She saw Doug Crandall and the 
whole scene came into focus. 

Doug Crandall had been in her high school class-he'd also been in jail a few 
times. He belonged to that fringe of kids who get into trouble, some of them 
into big trouble. Juvenile hall, stuff like that. He'd been into stolen 
cars, ripping off stereos, stuff like that. It was, she decided, a pretty 
rough crowd if, he were here. Her mother and father wouldn't approve 
certainly, and it surely wasn't her sort of group. There was something both 
furtive and. bold about the kids, as if they kept looking over their 
shoulders to see if there might be a cop around. 

Crandall saw her across the garage, looked surprised, and then waved and 
smiled. She returned a half-hearted wave. She was only surprised that 
Vivian's ex-boyfriend would travel in these kind of circles, but she didn't 
feel too upset. 

"Hi-what're you doing in this mob of thieves and cutthroats?" came a voice 
in henear. 

She came out of her reverie to see Doug Crandall standing there. They hadn't 
been friends in school, she stood above law-breaking. But when you ran into 
somebody you knew slightly in a party of strangers it was natural to be 
friendly. 

"I didn't know the company was that bad." 

"Not a body here hasn't been in court at least once. Some have done time. 
Some are on probation. Not where I'd expect to find Jan Rogers." 

"I'm with Walt Price." 

His eyebrows raised and he whistled. "Oh, that one. Hey, are you into some 
kind of trouble. How's your family and the store?" 

"I'm not in trouble, but things are lousy at home." 

"Oh." 

He looked great. He really did. He always had had a tall, handsome body and 
he wore only a vest tonight, some beads and clean jeans, not the dirty ones 
he used to wear at school. He had Indian moccasins on his feet. She'd 
expected boots. 

"You know Walt." 

"Uh-yeah, pretty good. He isn't your kind of guy, Jan." 

That surprised her. There was something totally different about Doug. He 
seemed almost fatherly. 

"He used to go with my sister." 

Crandall pursed his lips. "Kind of odd. Price gets around in some pretty 
heavy circles, but he always could lay on the charm when he wanted." 

They danced and she quit worrying about the crowd and let the music seep 
into her being, let the noise and the action, the babbies and shrieks of the 
crowd numb her out of her worries. Pretty soon Walt was back and she danced 
with him. He suggested that they might sneak into the Rogers store and swipe 
some wine. Be a good joke on her father. She vetoed that in a hurry. Later 
she wondered if Walt was a robber. Maybe he wanted to get into the store to 
steal a bunch of stuff. Or tap the till, or both. Maybe, for God's sake, 
that's why he'd gone with Vivian to begin with. 

She had a few drinks and became a little dizzy, but mainly she just floated. 
Doug and Walt talked. Pretty soon they came and took her away from the 
party. 

"Where to next?" she called out. "Don't want to get home till dawn." 

"We're going to an apartment of one of Walt's friends," said Doug. The 
strange thing was, he had his arm around her and Walt didn't seem to mind. 
Walt was off on one of his mental trips, scowling through the windshield and 
paid no attention when Doug leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and 
whispered. -"I dig you, Jan. ALWAYS DID in school." 

That made her heart leap. Imagine-this big rough, tough kid with the slouch 
and the wise ways, a sort of folk-hero to the nice kids because he was so 
bad, Now he told her that he was impressed with her back then. 

"But you never showed it, Doug." 

"I never showed a lot of things back then," 

They ended up in a nondescript apartment, a woman's apartment from the looks 
of it. Not an intellectual. There were no books but there were stacks of 
records and cheap, garish things that a woman might bring home from an 
amusement park. 

There was a vacuum cleaner on the sofa, tank type, and Walt picked it up to 
take it out and told them to flop and make themselves at home arid vanished. 

Doug kissed her smack on the mouth, hugging her tight and it was a kiss 
loaded with sex desire. She came out of it gasping. 

"Doug! I'm with Walt, you know." 

"I know. I talked to Walt and he said it was all right^ We can go as far as 
we want." 

That cut her like a hot knife cutting into butter. The kink of it turned her 
on. Imagine-going with Walt and he brings a friend home to kiss her! And she 
liked the new Doug Crandall. She gave him back an open-mouthed, honest kiss 
and laughed. 

"Looks like a good night for a threesome." 

"That's what it is. I'd prefer to have you to myself, but beggars can't be 
choosers." 

They went back to kissing. The first thing she knew Doug got to those laces 
that held her top closed. She caught his hand. 

"Be careful. There're a couple of volcanoes in there. They could explode." 

"I'm a BRAVE explorer," he laughed. 

She didn't want him to undo her tank top and expose her naked breasts, but 
she was thrilled to think of playing at sex with Doug while Walt was in the 
other room. Two guys. Wow! He got the laces open. 

"Oh, Jan, wow!" His face had a beautiful look, like he'd discovered gold or 
something. 

"What's the matter? Haven't you ever looked at PLAYBOY?" 

"They never had anything like these." 

He cupped them reverently and kissed them gently. Her nipples shot up to 
high standing and she gave a vexed laugh. 

"You are different-than I thought you were." 

"I've learned a lot, Jan. I've come a long way since school. I don't ride 
the dark side of the road any more." 

Then he palmed one breast and ate the nipple of the other. Her cunt 
immediately went into high gear. It felt magnificent. 

"Aww, Doug, no, now listennnnnn," she wailed. 

She was afraid he'd make her too hot and embarrass her. She creamed between 
her legs and her tits glowed. Maybe it was because there'd been so much 
dismal stuff lately and this was happy time. But he went too fast, 
especially with Walt in the next room. She pulled her breasts free and 
covered them with her hands. 

"I've got an idea," he laughed. "Walt has a Hawaiian record around here 
somewhere. You can give us the good old hula dance." 

He hooked up the music and she did her best hula as remembered from TV and 
movies, it felt real great and as she caught the swaying spirit of the 
movements she followed Doug's gestures to lower her hands. It was priceless 
to watch his face as she danced half-naked, her breasts, full and ripe, 
swaying sexily, free and exposed. "Wow, that is incredible," he cheered her. 
She felt steamed up now as her long shimmering tassels slid sexily over her 
thighs and legs. When Doug rose to restart the record and turned his back 
temporarily, she skinned off her terry cloth panties, giggling. 

Once again it was a real delight to watch his face as her steps went wilder 
and faster, her arms gracefully flowed, her breasts swayed and now he could 
see bare skin-much too much for decency-as her hips moved. He cried out then 
in lust. He broke his zipper and his cock flipped out of his pants. She 
almost died then. His member looked exactly like her father's, that same 
shapely, full and powerful canon that she'd studied so much in that 
magazine. 

He just came up to her and caught her and danced with her. "Oh, Jan, hon, 
that's rich... rich..." 

She felt his prick, invading her skirt, snuggling under the strands of her 
costume to rub her naked belly. She felt the wetness of his preseminal fluid 
dab on her skin. His hand slid under the long, waving strands of the skirt 
to knead the moving muscle of her buttocks and he dug them into her flesh, 
breathing fast. 

"You-are the real-thing, hon. Sooooo BEAUTIFUL!" 

They collapsed on the sofa and that time when he kissed her, she felt the 
full, sexy effect of his hard-on pressing into her stomach, his balls lost 
in her pubic hair. Her cunt was wet and ready; her thighs felt streaks of 
deep sexuality. Walt Price had really missed on this round. Really missed! 

As Doug poised above her on the sofa she stopped him. 

"Doug, can we do this? I mean, with Walt-" 

"Hon, I've been on a few dates with Walt and he really digs this, it's what 
he wants." 

She stared up into Doug's face with total surprise, to realize that a boy 
she hardly knew was about to fuck her and lay his babystuff in her. Jan 
often found that she surprised herself when she was on one of her kink 
trips. Yet she'd known Doug a long time, really, except that she hadn't 
known him-His cock slid up into her juicy cunt and he groaned in deep 
pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh, Jan, I've dreamed of this." 

She doubted that. Guys would say anything, do anything to get that old 
pickle inside of you, and yet she thrilled to think of Doug in High School, 
looking at her in some classroom or across the campus and fantasizing 
reaming into her. 

"Ahh, uhh, it feels so good," she reported. 

"I was in jail a-uh- while. I thought about a lot of girls. I thought about 
you, Jan." 

That really stunned her a little and her belly began to sing and glow from 
his fuck. He sounded serious. Maybe this one time a guy didn't lie. She 
strained up under him and their loins rocked in delicious friction, his cock 
tightly gripped by her young cunt, riding her clitoris, feeling so great and 
filling her with rich joy. 

"I was scared of y-y-youuuu, Doug." 

"Not any more. Oh, hon-so hot-" 

She heard a crazy sound from the next room. It was the muted sound of a 
vacuum cleaner. That was absolutely wild. 

"Walt is-cleaning his room?" she gasped in total astonishment 

"Don't worry about Walt," he whispered. "Just remember, when he comes out, 
he'll want to get into the act. I hope you can manage." 

She thrilled. It was actually going to happen. Two guys at once. But she had 
to make a fuss about that. 

"Doug, I couldn't. Ah-uh." 

"Hon, help me, help me. I'm straight now. I'm a private cop. I'm working on 
this guy. This is my first big one. I know you're straight. You can help me. 
Play along with him, whatever he does. He thinks I'm still into thieving. 
Oh, oh." 

That really sent her up the wall. She'd just been curious, and a little 
jealous over her sister's boyfriend. She thought he was good-looking and 
sexy and she just wanted to dip her toe in and find out-and look at all the 
stuff she got into! 

Nobody loved intrigue more than she. Nobody loved a sudden kink sex 
situation more than she. She dug the bodies of both of these guys. 

Walt came into the room, naked and with a hard-on. His cock, almost as big 
as Doug's, jutted out, looking red and fussed. He stared at them with hot 
eyes, Doug shoving his prick up into Jan, grunting happily, into serious 
fucking, Jan, legs spread, face angelic, working her loins hotly and 
moaning. 

"That's SOMETHING! Walt called happily. "That's really walking on water, you 
two. Hey-wham!" 

He came up to them on the sofa and Jan felt new hot thrills as that big 
jutter approached her face. She knew what she was supposed to do. She gave a 
little scream of protest as he shoved his prick at her face-then grabbed it 
and sucked it into her mouth. A big, daddy-like cock reaming her down below, 
a hard sister-boyfriend cock reaming into her mouth. She sucked on Walt's 
rod as if it was going to be her last pleasure of sex ever in her life. Her 
body sang and glowed with the heat of two pricks reaming her. The slide of 
Doug's cock between her legs crazed her to a wild, abandoned feeling, while 
the capture of that other hard prick in her mouth made her feel good from 
her breasts up. Walt took care of those nipples as she sucked him, groaning 
in delight as he bent forward to suckle them, palm them and knead them, 
giving her a steady sex flow in the upper part of her body. Down below was 
pure heaven with the Daddy-like cock driving in and out, in and out. Her 
belly felt as if it were a new network of pleasure nerves all sizzling and 
connected to thrill her to gasping splendor. "Ah, men," she gasped between 
sucks. "Ah, this thing-" 

"Getting it deep-hotter, faster," cried Doug as he fucked her with more and 
more speed, his body tense and pleasure-locked. 

"I'm so HARD. God, I'm HARD," exulted Walt. He lifted his head off her 
breasts and threw it back, eyes closed, as he fucked magnificently into her 
mouth, his hands still busy over the wet patches he'd sucked onto her 
breasts. It was all wet, hot, smooth, slick and totally sexy. 

Jan listened to the pounding of the blood in her ears and heard the exciting 
sounds of two guys' cocks reaming out her body. There was the slurp and 
suction noises, open and obscene, of her mouth servicing Walt and there was 
the soft whisper of blade grooving into girl box. Walt made soft, hissing 
sounds in his throat while Doug kept grunting in a more and more animal 
lust. Her own fuck sounds reminded her mostly of a deep-throated whimper. 
She didn't think it could feel so good without her screaming and jumping out 
of her skin, but as the pace increased she just thrilled to higher, keener 
levels of good feelings as her body began to twist. She almost prayed for 
the relief of orgasm against that tight, sensitive grip of her frenzied 
nerves in her taken body. 

It went on and on. Both cocks were YOUNG and POWERFUL. Her own body had a 
deep capacity for sex that had never been tested until this moment. 

Her orgasm seemed to reach down from the sky, a thickening dizzy sensation 
of ultimate pleasure from nerves that coutd stand no more friction. She 
began to jerk and whine, losing Walt's cock. 

"Oh, I can't lake it any more. I've had it. Oh, nowwwww," she went. 

Her body went into a surge and stilled. She lived in the world of heavenly 
freeze, that moment when her body turned off everything except the delicious 
lock of muscles before her sex burst. Doug cried out in joy to have made 
her. It felt to him like her cunt expanded to flee from his prick that 
dominated her, and then it broke, sucking and trembling and gripping on his 
member with spasmodic throbs. 

"Ah, eeee, ah, ah," she went. 

Everything spilled over inside of her. Her heart raced, her ears rang, her 
mind went dizzy with sweet pleasure as she paid off for her lovers, clipping 
the prick inside of her and whining out her ecstasy. Gung, gung, gung. How 
heavenly it felt to give up her sex treasure in those deep-belly throbs of 
passion, and how hot they were as Doug kept fucking her right through her 
bursting. Her loins came up, locked, throbbed, fell away, came up again to 
lock and throb, and kept on doing it. She wanted Doug to have all of her 
sweet young sexuality, while her hand still gripped Walt's throbbing prick 
and made him gasp. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she groaned. 

She sighed with the relief of her bursting splendor and was able to taper, 
to relax and fall back and come up again to the prick slower, to feed it 
still more, but weaker quakes of submission. At last she went still, 
completely fucked out, glowing. 

Her spent, dominated body, weak from orgasm, turned Doug on to the full fury 
of his climax. He pounded his prick into her cunt for another ten or twenty 
strokes, crazing himself with the delicious friction. Then it was his turn 
to lose muscular control and go helpless. 

"OHHHH, JAN, YOU'RE-FUUUUUUUCKED," he whined. "Ah. HOOO." 

Spurt, spurt, spurt. He laid his cock right against her womb and rinsed it 
and her whole cunt with young man's gushes of sex cream. She gasped at the 
pressure of his explosion. He gave a relieved laugh to explode all that 
white hot contained fury into her body. "Ahhhhh, weeeeee," he went. His 
buttocks and belly tensed as he rode off to orgasm giving her EXQUISITE 
pleasure with his thick white hot sperm. 

That turned Walt on. He grabbed Jan's head, ramming his cock into her mouth. 
Feeling great, she sucked hard and demanding on his reddened prick and he 
came right up on his toes. 

"Got to-gooo," he apologized and then wheezed and released his load in her 
mouth. Just as the other cock began to taper in her cunt. Thrilled, though 
finished, she eagerly drank the foaming come, taking it down as fast as that 
little live animal in her mouth spumed it off. 

"Uuuuuu-weeeeee," laughed Walt happily. He held her tightly, grunting it all 
off, almost as much rich jissum as Doug had thrown into her guts. It was a 
magnificent, kinky romp with the two boys. 

Shortly after they finished the phone rang and Walt walked it into the 
kitchen to talk. Doug grabbed her arm: 

"Listen, an insurance company hired me to check up on Walt. He has a 
partner, a suspected arsonist, Marcy O'Brien." 

"Good God!" 

"Don't mess with this guy. He's partly kooked and the girl's worse. We think 
they deliberately set that Taylor fire. 'Believe me, Jan, they're bad 
news....". 

 Chapter Seven 

The next three days were really low spots for 

Jan. Dad visited the hospital and came back in a bad mood-he and Mom had 
some argument going about renting their lake land to Mark 

Taylor. To make it worse, Vivian and Dad weren't getting along too well 
which made work at the store harder. On top of that, Jan had her own 
problems. Walt was crazy to date her after that double sex, and so was Doug 
Crandall. As usual, having done something far out and daring, Jan wanted to 
pull back and think about it, so she didn't want to date either one of them 
just now. She stayed home nights for fear of running into one or the other 
of them at the places the young people went. 

On the third night Dad and Vivian had a horrible fight at dinner time. It 
centered around some spaghetti that Viv cooked, but Jan knew that wasn't 
what really made them angry with each other. Some kind of crisis had been 
coming on for a long time. 

"I guess I should move out," said Vivian. '-I guess I've hung around here 
too long and you're tired of me. Dad." 

"Some of the things you do, I can't allow," said Sam. "It's as simple as 
that." 

Vivian went off to her room in tears and Sam tried to explain it all to Jan. 

"I guess you've noticed that Vivian and I don't get along much these days." 

"Yes, Dad." 

He seemed to ponder something. At last, sucking on his pipe, he took Jan 
into the living room. "Jan, there's something I've got to talk to you 
about." 

She sat down patiently to listen, but it seemed hard for Sam. He hemmed and 
hawed for quite a while. At last he said: 

"I guess I can tell you this straight out, Jan. After all, we got into-a 
kind of sex thing. So it won't shock you." 

She blushed but didn't say anything. That seemed to help him. He looked 
highly embarrassed as it was. 

"Well, Jan, it seems that one night Vivian and l-uh, got it off." 

She kept her face calm, although her heart raced. So it WAS TRUE! Sam and 
Vivian had actually done it. It shocked her and turned her on like mad, even 
though she'd suspected something like this. She felt a high tingle between 
her legs. 

"Since then she's been-"Sam moped his brow and smoked his pipe furiously. 
"It's as if she-wants to take over. Wants more, as if-" 

His voice trailed off in misery. "Jan, don't you know that's INCEST, It's 
impossible! I CAN'T excuse myself for what happened even that one time, let 
alone think of doing it some more. But she came into my shower one day. One 
night she came into my bedroom." 

"Weird!" Jan burst out. But the idea of Dad tossing her sister made her 
begin to flow down below. Wow! 

"She's got to quit!" cried Dad. His eyes stared and his voice shook. Finally 
he seemed to control himself. "Jan, I think by your knowing-if she knows 
that you know. Well, it would embarrass her and she might behave herself. 
That's why I'm telling you." "Sure, Dad, I-" 

But he jumped up from his easy chair and escaped to his bedroom. Apparently 
telling Jan took all the courage he had for the moment. She watched him go, 
shaking her head. 

After a moment, with his bedroom door shut and when she saw he wasn't coming 
back, she went to Vivian's room. Vivian was packing a couple of suitcases. 

"What do you think you're doing?" "I'm packing a bag to go stay with Ellen 
Dominick, that's what I'm doing. I'm tried of our stupid fattier." 

Jan sank on the bed. "So you finally got him to plug you, dear sister. Was 
it good?" 

Vivian blushed and opened her mouth to give an angry reply. Instead she gave 
a humorless snort. "Does it show that much?" 

"For the past couple of years I thought it might happen." 

"He needs help. He's in a bad way. Mom's got a lover, you know." 

"What! You're kidding!" 

"No. Mark Taylor. That should be no surprise. That eel has been oozing 
around for a long time." 

"Mark Taylor. My God!" 

"Dad's going crazy for the lack of love and sex-but he really doesn't know 
it. He covers it with this political thing. He's going to crash if I don't 
help out-but I'm not going to hang around and be treated like some kind of a 
loathsome whore." 

"Does he know about this?" 

"Of course he doesn't know about it, stupid. It would kill. him. Let Mom 
tell him if she wants. I won't. Don't you, either." 

"Oh, I won't. I .won't!" Jan felt so hot she thought she'd die. Wow, things 
had really gone wild. 

"I think in a few days Sam will come to his senses and figure out what he 
really needs," said Vivian. "Until then, I'll stay at Ellen's. I'll come 
over in the daytime and work in the store, but I won't stay here nights. 
Will you TELL him?" 

Jan said she'd tell Sam and watched Vivian go feeling wilder and wilder. It 
meant that she and Dad would be all alone in the big apartment over the 
store tonight-tomorrow night-probably after that. Vivian, in her big ego 
bind didn't seem to realize that. Jan pondered that while she cleaned up the 
dinner dishes and put things in order. She'd suddenly been promoted to the 
woman of the house, with alt the obligations-and privileges-attached 
thereto. She felt a little dizzy with all the erotic ideas that flooded 
through her head. 

After a while Dad came out and said: "Well, had Miss High and Mighty said 
anything about our argument?" He looked at Vivian's door with a scowl and 
Jan realized that he thought she was still in her room. 

"Oh-she's-in her room painting. You know how she gets when she paints. Won't 
come out for anything. But she did say one thing." "What was that?" 

"Something about you're going to bed tonight but you won't get much chance 
to sleep." He groaned. "She wouldn't dare-" "Vivian likes her way. I 
wouldn't put it past her to make you a midnight visit." 

He started for the closed door of Vivian's room. '^Dammit, I won't stand 
..." 

"Wait, Dad! I've got a better idea. I mean if you really want to make her 
look foolish and teach her a lesson. We'll change bedrooms. Then if she 
sneaks into your room, she'll get a real surprise and it'll turn her off." 

He looked at her frowning for a moment. Then his face lightened and he 
grinned, "You've got it, Jan. We'll switch bedrooms. She'll stumble into 
you. That ought to teach her a lesson she won't forget!" 

He chuckled and went off to his room. A little later he emerged with a few 
night things and headed for Jan's room. He winked at her and made a gesture 
of derision at the closed door of Vivian's room, sure she was still in 
there, painting her lust out in her surly solitary manner. 

Despite her excited state, Jan took her time. She'd often heard her mother 
say 'Don't try to wake up your father around midnight. It's impossible!' So 
she waited until very late before she tiptoed into her room. Her victim lay 
partly on his side, fast asleep in her bed, the covers thrown back. Because 
it was summer, he slept only in his shorts and she could see most of his 
nude body. 

She went and got the old nudist magazine, opened it to his picture and stood 
beside the bed, comparing the past with the present. There really wasn't 
that much difference. He still had the sleek, masculine lines, the sexy 
skin, even much of the muscle he used to have, due to his active life. 

She held her breath and parted the opening of his boxer shorts so she could 
ease his pulsing cock out. The big snake conveniently curled for her, 
gleaming in the dim night light. His balls looked achingly full. She gave a 
gasp of excitement and shuddered as sexual thrills raced through her body. 

She stripped quickly to the buff and then oiled her body with a fragrant 
body lotion. She held her fingers under his sleeping nose and his face 
seemed to soften as he inhaled the rich scent of flowers. 

"Dream sexy dreams," she murmured. 

She knelt by his bed and began to play with his appealing cock, ever so 
gently. Her first passes were merely brush strokes. Slowly his sex 
instrument started to uncoil. She watched it grow with fascination. She put 
some of the lotion on her hand and greased his balls very gently and saw 
that his cock continued to grow and he gave a sleeping cry of pleasure, 
muted and dreamy. 

She knelt to bring her face close to his cock and blew warm, fragrant breath 
on it. It continued to stiffen up. Very gently, she took the now-big blade 
into her mouth and gave it the softest of sucks. The muscle hardened to her 
touch and 

Sam gave a single sex bunt and a groan of joy in his sleep. She guessed that 
Sam's dream had turned highly erotic. 

, She took hold of the penis and examined it with curiosity. This stiff male 
instrument had helped in creating her being. The miracle was that she could 
milk it into her own belly and create new life, if society would allow it. 
But she didn't want a baby. She wanted the excitement of milking off his sex 
stuff. 

It gleamed with her saliva, and the skin, darker than his belly, seemed 
especially glossy in the hard state. The shaft and head were almost seven 
inches long and his rod was bigger around than others she'd seen. Heavy 
duty, that was for sure. 

Purple veins fed excited blood into his muscle to keep him hard and the 
little dark hole on top seemed extended. That delicate passage was ready at 
all times of the hard-on to expel the deep-body bursts of manhood to the 
outside world. The mushroom-shaped head was elongated and sleek, crown-like, 
hooded looking and delicious. 

She poured some lotion into her hand and polished his shaft and cock head 
until it glistened. The prick felt very hot and gave a dull throb that Sam 
must've felt, for he stirred and gave a pleasant moan. 

She guessed that sex was about as long as it was wide. In otfier words, you 
could get it off in a rush by hot, hard and fast action and cream in fifty 
strokes or maybe less. Or else you could gently play for five hundred 
strokes before the nerves were teased and crazed into exploding. 

Kneeling beside her bed with her father in it, she gave herself some 
attention. She jacked herself off with impertinent fingers, giving little 
gasps of pleasure as her cunt swelled and flowed. She used her body-hot 
gland juices to paint on his prick to keep his hard-on tight. 

Ever so gently she urged him from the side position to one of laying flat on 
his back, flopping him over at last and holding her bream. 

"Wazzat?" he murmured, his sleep-drugged eyes shining open for a minute. 
Then he fell back asleep, his cock jutting up from his belly. She opened the 
waist of his shorts and worked them free until she had him naked. She kept 
him hard with an occasional stroke of his blade. 

She worked delicately, carefully swinging her leg over his hips and bringing 
her cunt down slowly, ever so slowly, towards that hard jutter. She could 
see her blonde pubic hairs and his darker ones, closing in, coming closer 
and closer. Crouched over him, she parted her cunt lips very wide. Then 
slowly she released them to fold around the head of his prick. Her wet, pink 
outer lips took him. 

Holding her breath, thrilling to the high sex excitement, she pressed down, 
forcing his prick head to rub her clit. The electric thrills raced through 
her. 

"Oh, Sam, we're FUCKING," she whispered. 

She felt the mushroom end of his stabber notch into her inner cunt tunnel. 
Sam had committed incest and had carnal knowledge of his second daughter at 
that point. She knew the law never said you had to get it off, just 
penetrate. 

She held there for long moments and Sam, in his happy sleep of erotic 
madness, fucked up into her cunt about an inch further. 

"Uuup," she gave a gasp. 

Gently, using, careful muscle control, she eased off of his prick. The top 
of it was rich with her cunt gloss. But it was far too soon to let him wake 
up. He would escape or at least fling his seed into the air unless she 
worked him up carefully to within an inch of exploding and then let him wake 
as he came. 

She laid the nudist magazine on his belly and stared at his nudity in the 
magazine and then his real-life nudity, as she once again began to jack 
herself off with her fingers. She took a long time on that, heating herself 
up with a dreamy stare at both the picture of the big cock and the sight of 
its hard reality. Occasionally she used a soft hand to keep Sam's prick 
hard. At one crazy moment she thought she might hypnotize herself to the 
point where the cock in the magazine grew hard and burst. She drove herself 
high and hot but stopped before her lust made her ride it off. When she felt 
impossibly sexy, sweating all over, she stopped masturbating and crawled 
forward over his body to let her full tits brush his chest. The singing 
sensation in her nipples was fantastic. 

"Oh, Sam, how could you do this to your own daughter?" she whispered. 

Softly she licked- Sam's chest, making them hard, but careful not to wake 
him. Then she slid off his body. She got the bottle of lotion again and 
gently greased his balls, only this time she drove her fingers down behind 
his firm, meaty testicles into the furrow of his crack, greasing his seam. 
She pressed gently on his asshole and his loins came up, straining a little. 

She scurried back in fear, afraid that she'd awakened him, but he fell back 
into slumber and lay perfectly still.'She i-crept forward again. By now his 
cock was pretty well down the road, she thought. If he'd been having a wet 
dream he'd be pretty well ready to explode it. 

She anointed her nipples with the cream and thrilled herself one more time 
by rubbing the stiff, hot little peaks on his cock shaft. It practically 
made her come, but she doubted he knew what that was in his sleep. It was 
time to take greater chances. She slid his prick into her mouth, applying 
light suction and loved it all the way down the shaft. It seemed to come 
alive and throb in sexy, dry quakes for her. After a continual tease on his 
erection of some twenty minutes, he had to be hot enough to explode. 

She mounted him carefully once more. All she could ask for at this point was 
to get his prick locked deep inside of her so that he couldn't escape 
without throwing seed. Once more she parted her cunt lips, fit his stiff 
shaft to her hot box and oozed down, not being so careful this time. 

"HAH!" she went, gasping. Sam rolled restlessly under her, muttering and 
twisting, then jerking his body at the rush of good feeling to have his 
stiff prick fucking boldly up into his daughter's cunt. He began to awaken, 
at first his eyes dazed and then his gaze turning to wonder as he saw the 
naked girl on top of his hips-and surely, surely felt the hot in-grip of her 
cunt along his shaft. 

"J-J-J-Jan," he muttered. She didn't answer. She lowered her body on top of 
his bringing those big, sensitive breasts down on his chest, her sensual 
lips looming towards his mouth. 

Sam had, indeed, passed through a series of erotic dreams, so powerful that 
he thought he was awake. Somehow a sexy young woman-his censor made it 
Marcy, the redhead-had crept into his bedroom and offered herself to him. 
She couldn't make up her mind whether to suck his cock or ride it, and in 
between she jacked him off with warm, silken hands. He was tied up, unable 
to move and his happy cock throbbed and surged but couldn't qujte get enough 
stimulation to throw seed. He got hotter and more frustrated. He cried out 
to her to let him grip her hips and come. At last, when his sex equipment 
literally boiled with desire and good feeling, she mounted him and he 
enjoyed the luscious pleasure of ramming deep in her cunt. But he was teased 
so hot that he could hardly bear the wild delight of the final, firm 
friction. At that point he came awake and saw Jan on his hips. 

He thrilled to her sexuality even as he felt a shock of dismay. It had never 
occurred to him that his youngest daughter would be as lecherous for incest 
sex as Vivian. 

"Oh, Jan. Oh, no, no, no," h^ protested. 

She folded down on him, pressing those sexy, luscious girl tits into his 
chest. He felt her mouth, sensed her sweet breath, gloried in the feel of 
her wet, open mouth kissing his. He wanted to stop the action but there was 
no possible way. His whole body was honed up for a magnificent, gut-emptying 
orgasm. Somehow the girl had teased him to a glazed state in his sleep. 

Automatic body desires swept aside all restraints. He gave a cry of lust, 
hugged her naked body on top of his, opened his mouth and drove his tongue 
into her hot mouth, sending it down her throat. He fucked the girl, five or 
six luxurious, impossibly delicious cock strokes, hammering into her soft, 
tight cunt. "OH, GOD!" he cried. 

His whole body locked in an incredible, sweet freeze of orgasm. There was no 
way in the world to stop from seeding his daughter's body. 

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. Everything tore loose inside of him as he released huge 
gobs of his hot manhood into Jan's cunt, ecstatically tossing it from his 
toes, feeling 'mat his guts melted into jism and burned into her cunt with 
rich stabs of glory. 

"Hah, uh, uh, uh," he grunted, crazed with delight to relieve that aching 
tensions that had been built inside of him. 

That was more than enough to master the thrilled girl. Her seduction had 
worked out perfectly. As she felt the impossible sex load she'd put on his 
body pay off-as he strained, gasped, grunted, locked and spewed out his 
boiling jism-she went weak with happiness and good feeling. Her hot cunt and 
belly also ached with tension and needed only those spasmodic seed bursts to 
make her respond with the total surrender of her girlhood. 

"Dad-eee-you've fucked me!" she sang. 

"Ah, Dad. Oh, oh." 

He finished rinsing off his reservoir of juice inside of her, panting and 
holding her buttocks tight to make her take the whole load. Yet his eyes 
were big with tfie horror of it. He'd fallen into the incest trap with 
Vivian-and enjoyed it too much. But he'd been able to resist finally. He was 
sure that Jan would be as shocked as he and help him put an end to the 
situation. Even his telling Jan stiffened his resolve. But in a shocking 
reversal Jan acted just like Vivian did and went for sex with her father. 

They lay sex-locked and tapering, his flood diminishing inside of her and 
her quakes falling off to an occasional jerk of her young body. Their loins 
were inundated with the excess of their love-making. Sam groaned and moved 
while Jan slid off of him, euphoric in the wonderful feeling in her belly, 
much better tfian that stupid two-way sex with the two young men. 

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, held his head in his hands and groaned. 

"Jan, that was a shocking, irresponsible act." 

"Oh, Dad, you needed it. You need both of us. It was great." 

A sudden rage possessed him, anger at being used, anger at his own 
uncontrollable lust, at the bad luck of having Anna gone. He swung around, 
noticing the round, sexy buttocks of his daughter. 

Whap! His hand went high and struck her a punishing spank on her rear. The 
meaty sound of the blow echoed in the bedroom. 

"Owww!" she shrieked, startled from her glowing good feeling. His hand 
really stung her butt. 

"You little devil. Are both my daughters sex maniacs? Are we turning into 
animals?" Whap, whap, whap. 

The blows made her jump and howl, and a red blush spread over her spanked, 
naked buttocks. 

"Ahh, owww. Don't Dad." 

"Whore!" Whap, whap. 

She cried out in pain. It really hurt her ass and she squirmed about in 
distress, trying to avoid his blows, but he grabbed her and held her face 
down on the bed. 

"Oh, Dad, don't. I'm sorry. Sorreeee. I didn't know. Please-don't spank me. 
Don't hit me. Ow! Owl I'M SORRREEEE." 

Whap, whap, whap. He gave her stinging, furous blows, making the creamy 
mounds of her buttocks turn a fiery red. She wept openly now, writhing in 
her pain and burbling her apologies. 

Whap, whap. 

"Owwww. Please stop. Please don't do that. Oh, oh, oh," she wept, helpless 
under his furious, spanking attack. Her ass stung and burned furiously, the 
pain sinking deep into her body. 

"And one more to remember this!" Sam raged. 

WHAP. 

That final blow was the real killer. She howled like an animal that was 
wounded, kicking her legs like a little girl in her helplessness. Her poor 
behind raged in pain, making her dizzy and faint. Wow, he could hit. 

Sam got up and stomped out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Jan laid on 
the. bed, her buttocks stinging even when it was over, weeping and desolate, 
shocked and outraged by his treatment of her. He had spanked much of his own 
jtsm out of her box and she lay in distress on the bed of love, smeared with 
the happy juices but aching from her punishment 

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE TO DO THAT TO VIVIAN!" she howled at the unhearing walls. 
She wept and wept. Presently the pain died down to a fiery glow. She got up 
and looked at her rear in the mirrow. Wow, it was really red. As the glow 
deepened and the pain left, she began to feel warm and sexy. That wild 
spanking was sure a turn-on. 

She laid on the bed, her tears drying, her cunt lubricating again. It had 
been a glorious sex trip. She loved him more than ever. She could hardly 
blame him for spanking her. She'd really shaken him up, with his moralistic 
ways. But the sex had been great. She enjoyed the warm glow in her behind 
and smiled. Then she began to laugh softly. 

It took Sam a while to fall back to sleep in his own bed. By then he had 
checked Vivian's room and found her gone. He could tell by the way stuff was 
thrown around that she was gone for at least the night and maybe longer. 
Well, DAMMIT, maybe that WAS better. He was being cunted to death-by his own 
daughters yet. 

But the release of sex relaxed him too much to let him dwell on his problems 
for long. He slept-and began to have erotic dreams again. His cock felt 
bothered and teased-Marcy had come back for another hot round of sex. Marcy? 

He jerked awake. He knew it was hours later. The silent apartment had that 
deep night feel to it. It was pitch black in his room, but Jan snuggled 
against him, naked. She had a hand on his cock and had masturbated him to 
rock hardness once again. "Hah," he went. 

He grabbed her and pulled her head up. He fixed his mouth on his daughter's 
velvet lips and forced them open. She took his reaming tongue with a gasp. 
Kissing her hotly, he rolled over on top of her and she spread her legs. His 
probing, hard prick found girl juice and then her swollen cunt. He found her 
hole and furiously fucked into her while she gave soft, wounded cries of 
delight. When he had her unsealed, he threw her head back and went for her 
breasts, biting them hard, sucking them and making her twist with his hot 
lust. 

His cock was free and wild now. ALL restraints were gone. He was a man 
teased and seduced by both of his daughters until he was driven to the other 
extreme. In spite of his lectures and in spite of the hard spanking he'd 
given the girl she still wanted sex. 

He fiercely fucked her and ruthlessly as if she were a slave girl who 
existed only for his pleasure. His cock whipped in and out, in and out with 
fierce power, crushing over her clit, making her roil and buck under him in 
his hot drive. 

"Ah, Dad. You-fucking me-crazeeee," she wailed happily. 

"Bitch. Stupid girl. You want PRICK? TAKE MY P-PRICK!" he panted 
passionately. 

In and out he went with abandoned, reckless ardor, reaming the soft young 
girl as if his life depended on it, smearing her mouth with hot kisses, 
eating her nipples until she cried out in hot desire and a joy that came 
from pain. 

"Ha, hee. Oh, oh, oh," she went. , It was a short ride and the hottest fuck 
he'd ever given a woman. He felt the ultimate pleasure of wide-open rocking, 
imagining that he tore that hot, spring-locked little cunt apart. Her syrups 
jelled on his fast-moving prick, laying silken sensations along his shaft. 
He rose from one peak to the next, panting, heart thundering, ass bucking, 
driving his cock into the girl faster and faster as he got hotter and 
hotter. 

"AHHHHHH," she groaned. 

He didn't try to hold back, prolong his lust, anything. He rode right on up, 
like climbing a perpendicular cliff of joy. Suddenly he was there. He 
sweated, he groaned, he panted, he slobbered. 

"TEE-TAKE IT!" 

Gung, gung, gung. For the second time that night, rich, luscious bursts of 
seed jerked out of his reservoir to spume in Jan's cunt, the backpressure 
and relief making his toes curl in delight. 

"Ah, ah, ah." 

Chunk after chunk of hot sperm, crazing him with glory, shot into her deep 
belly and he managed to keep riding even as he spurted. 

Jan went thrilled out of her mind. This was the hot passion she knew her 
father was capable of when he stepped past alt that silly morality that hung 
him up. Her belly glowed, burned and went white hot in seconds. She opened 
her legs wide and tried, to suck his whole body into hers, hoping his prick 
would split all her membranes and burn into her very being. She began to go 
faint with pleasure, whining, slobbering, bucking under him. 

"YEEEEE." 

She gave up her girlhood in magnificent quakes of a taken woman, clipping, 
gripping his cock and pulsing around it, a fuck-crazed daughter driven to 
tire wails of ultimate pleasure by the powerful cock of her lusting father. 

 Chapter Eight 

"You've screwed up again/' said Marcy to Walt Price. "You can't get a date 
with the younger sister now. So we can't get in the Rogers store and set the 
fire/' 

Walt sat in the living room -of Marcy's apartment checking the plastic 
cannisters they used to set fires. The plastic was ideal for them because 
the little magnesium flare devices melted into unrecognizable lumps in the 
great heat of a major fire. 

"Marcy, I don't like the Rogers job. It's too soon after the Taylor fire and 
too close. Just across the street. They're ALREADY digging into the Taylor 
fire, calling it unfortunately ARSON." 

"What they call it and what tfiey prove are TWO different things," she said. 
"Insurance companies call every fire 'arson' when they have to pay off. The 
DA won't do anything. If nobody gets hurt, they don't get excited. They'd 
rather look for murderers, thieves and dopers." 

"What if they lean on Taylor and he talks/' 

"I took care of that when we had sex during his fire. We've got PICTURES 
They'd call him a raving nut, actually having sex while his place burned 
down around him. There's no way he'll let that come out." 

"I have a funny feeling we're being watched." 

"Let 'em watch. We're an independent team working on our own contracts. 
Never twice in the same state. After the Rogers store, I'm in Canada for the 
summer, you're lost in the Northern Michigan woods, camping out. By the time 
they stamp out the last spark we're long gone." 

"We're pushing our luck. Same owner, same kind of fire, across the street 
from the first a couple of weeks later. Twice in the same state." 

She kicked up her heels in a broad gesture and laughed. "Hold tight lover. 
We'll get in the store the next couple of days, make our hit, collect and 
run." 

Walt went put of the room shaking his head. Marcy stuck out her tongue at 
his back. The trouble with Walt was he really didn't enjoy fires. He just 
didn't measure up as a real arsonist. All he cared about was the money. He 
was a crass person really and he wanted to botch this Job. Probably half in 
love with those two cute Rogers blondes and losing his nerve. This one was 
going to be up to her... 

Sam Rogers felt that he'd finally gotten control of things. He'd headed off 
that business of Mark renting his land for some questionable nude therapy 
operation. Instead, he'd rented it to the Boy Scout Council so various 
troops could use it for camping for the rest of the summer. 

That cut off Mark Taylor's water and gave him political brownie points. 

Of course it made Anna plenty mad. She refused him that conjugal visit and 
said she wouldn't have sex with him till she got well. But she'd come 
around. She always had. 

He and the girls kept the store going in fine shape now. They'd gotten used 
to the new duties without Anna, and it was actually better with Vivian 
living off the premises. It made her treat her job more like a pro than a 
family obligation. Not having her around at nights made it easier for him to 
keep her at arm's length in a personal way. She had begun to get over the 
idea that she had to step into her mother's place to give him, uh, love. 
That had been a weird idea-he couldn't imagine how she'd fallen into the 
incest thing. 

The spanking he'd given to Jan was enough to keep her off balance. Even if 
he'd enjoyed her body after that, she remembered the hard spanking the most 
about that evening. In fact, that last sex he'd had with her had given him 
the key to controlling both girls. 

"Every man has a super abundance of sex fantasies," he told the mirror. 
"Even about his own daughters. Sisters, mother, movie stars, anybody. When 
there's a chance for them to become real, the pressure goes up. No matter 
how weird, you get CURIOUS. Yes. 

"If you don't try it, you're always left wondering. Some people try it. Then 
they relax because reality is never as good. They get over it. 

But I didn't really GIVE IN to those fantasies about Vivian and Jan-until 
that last time. Now I've been there and done it up to the hilt. No more 
mystery, no more fantasy. I can go on to other things. That last time I 
really wanted her, and I really took her and burned it all out of my soul" 

He gave himself a proud, confirming nod to show the subject was finished and 
walked away from the mirror. From now on if Anna wouldn't give him sex, he'd 
find a safe source. 

He found a safe source two days later when Marcy O'Brien showed up in the 
store, sexy as ever, and flirting. He had the store to himself because Jan 
and Vivian had gone upstairs for lunch during the early afternoon quiet. She 
apologized for not showing up.-that..night- and he found it easy to forgive 
her, the way she looked. She called him back to the produce section to ask 
some questions about the string beans and then drew him by the arm clear 
back into the storage area. 

"Sam, honey, I'm tired of working in restaurants. Do you suppose you could 
find a little job for me around here? I have some money saved up. I'd work 
PART-TIME for almost nothing." 

"Marcy, I just COULDN'T afford outside help. 

This is a family operation, you know." 

She leaned very close to him, so that he smelled her perfume and felt her 
body heat. Her breasts almost touched his store apron. 

"Just enough work so I could later say I'd worked in a store. You could 
teach me a little about how to check out things." 

"Marcy, I-" 

She slid into his arms and her face came up. He found himself kissing her on 
the mouth and thrilling like crazy. The first kiss was a surprise. The 
second one was all flames and fire. 

"To hell with the job," she whispered. "What I really want is to get to know 
you, Sam. I dig older guys." 

"Marcy-Marcy-" 

His cock began to rise in his pants. She boldly helped it along, her warm 
hand sliding inside of the apron to squeeze it. He'd never met anybody so 
hot, so forward, so good-looking. A beautiful young redheaded doll. 

"I lied about wanting a job, Sam," she said in a husky voice. "You turn me 
on. Couldn't we-get together-SOON?" 

She kept stroking his cock in his pants and his rod began to fill right out. 
It had been some days now since that hot time with Jan. He was full and 
eager. What a lucky coincidence. 

"Maybe one of these nights-" 

"Tonight, Sam." 

"Yeah, yeah. Tonight. But I couldn't take you upstairs. One of my daughters 
lives at home." 

"And I couldn't take you to my apartment, Sam. I have a priggish girlfriend 
roommate. I can't stand motels either." She looked around the gloom of the 
back store area. "Sam, it could be a real adventure, meeting you right down 
here in the store. It's kind of secret, sexy." 

Talk about his luck running high. He almost fainted. 

"Oh, sure, sure, if it doesn't bother you, Marcy." 

"Afterwards we could sneak out for a drink. A wild, different evening. I'd 
love that." 

Sam stood there and sweated. She'd pulled down his zipper and slipped a warm 
hand inside of his pants to squeeze his hard cock and jog it a little. He 
gulped. Wow, she was a real nympho, this one. His eyes anxiously peered out 
at the store. All was quiet for the moment. There wasn't a single customer. 

"Marcy if someone comes in, I'll have to-" 

She laughed and pulled his penis out of his pants boldly, masturbating him 
and he came up a little on his toes, breathing fast. 

"You could fuck, wearing that apron, Sam. Somebody comes in, just drop it 
over your pants and check 'em out. But we'll save the big stuff for 
tonight." 

Her dirty word really stimulated him. He grabbed her and kissed her, 
pressing his hard-on against her belly through the apron. They clung 
together in lascivious lock, as he undulated his hips and thrilled to the 
feel of the warm girl in his arms. 

She broke the french kiss, laughing. "Hey, storekeeper, you've got plenty of 
hot goods on your shelf." 

She turned around with her back to him. "Crouch down a little and rub 
me-here." 

She put her two hands squarely on her shapely buttocks. Marcy O'Brien had a 
wild ass, that was for sure. Today it was neat and trim in dark slacks, 
shapely, with crisp lines and a meaty, sexy look. She backed against him and 
with the apron pulled to one side, his naked cock pressed into her crack, 
between those appealing mounds. It felt fabulous on his prick. As he moved 
up and down his shaft sunk the long way between her deep buttocks and he 
felt her warmth and the firm muscle. The fabric of her slacks sensitized his 
rod as he held the front of her hips and undulated. 

"Hey, you're really built," he gulped. 

She leaned back against him. "Most guys like girl bottoms. Have you ever 
done one?" 

It was one of his fantasies but one that he'd never dared think about even 
to himself, except in unguarded moments. 

"You mean-you mean-" 

"Yeah, I MEAN," she laughed anxiously. "Sometimes-here-" She took his hands 
and guided them inside of her blouse. All of a sudden he found himself 
kneading her naked tits as he jacked himself off along her crack. She 
snuggled to him and he had to gasp. 

She went on: "Sometimes I like a guy's prick sliding right up my ass. Kind 
of weird, but it turns some guys on like fury. And when a guy gets crazy, I 
get crazy, even if he sticks it in my ear." 

Sam almost blew off right then, it was what he considered his darkest, most 
secret fantasy, to ream a sexy little girl butt. 

"Ahhh, M-Marcy, I'd like to do it-sometime-" 

He couldn't stop running his cock up and down her crack, teased by the hard, 
smooth fabric of her pants. He throbbed sexily and his breathing went deep. 

"I-we shouldn't," he gasped. 

"Enjoy, enjoy," she whispered in a lusty way. 

She pulled one hand free of her breast, leaving the other to do its work on 
the other breast. She directed the free hand down below to press under her 
pelvic ridge and dig into the softness of her cunt, tight in her pants. That 
pressure forced her buttocks tighter to his cock. His blade was buried in a 
little sex tunnel now, because Marcy had deep buttocks. That cloth of her 
pants really crazed his prick it was so sexy, rubbing hot desire into his 
shaft. 

He couldn't kiss her but he dropped his head and began to bite and nibble 
the soft skin where her neck joined her shoulder. It made her shiver. 

No one had come into the store and now he drove his cock lewdly and richly 
against her crack, breathing deeply and falling in love with those warm, 
firm twin mounds. My God, he did want to fuck this sexy little doll right up 
her sweet glory hole! 

He gasped: "Ah, Marcy-this-so different-" 

"Sam, you're turning me on. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me 
right in the ass," she gasped. His hand digging into her cunt, his other 
hand kneading against her hard nipple and the feel of his rigid rod digging 
between her buttocks turned her on like fury. It was a fact that Sam Rogers 
turned her on-she didn't have to fake it. He was a lot sexier than Mark 
Taylor. So much luckier for her on this job. 

He wouldn't mind the store fire either. He'd have his insurance and Taylor 
had told her the guy wanted to give up storekeeping and go into politics. 
You could say that she actually was doing him a favor. 

A streak of thrilling wildness possessed Sam. Would it be possible to drill 
the redheaded girl right here and now? His cock was loaded and sensitized, 
halfway to orgasm already. One of those lulls had settled over the store, 
one of those occasional times when the place was empty for a few minutes. If 
only nobody came in! Marcy squirmed in his arms giving soft cries of 
pleasure as he rubbed on her cunt... 

He found the zipper of her pants and pulled it down. He peeled her slacks 
down off her hips and buttocks, exposing those warm mounds in sexy nylon 
panties. 

"Oh, now listen, Sam. We'd better not," she started. She was high and hot 
but she didn't want to rush through a complete sex thing with him now. It 
might spoil things for later. But he dug his hand inside of her panties at 
the waist and on down her naked belly to her cunt. He was able to drive 
fingers up her steaming box and she gave a huge grunt of pleasure. 

"OHHHH, SAM!" 

Her ass eased sensuously back against his cock. His huge cock sunk between 
her buttocks again, the long way, restrained only by the nylon. The cloth of 
the panties felt good as a thin film covering her crack. The warmth of her 
scantily clad hams thrilled him as he undulated up and down, his penis 
buried between her buttocks, riding her seam, her tight little pucker 
protected only by the panties. 

"Ah, kiddo, that feels-so great... I-I could fuck you." 

He could take her cunt from behind ... or even try to make that locked 
sphincter. He panted in erotic wildness as he started to force her loins 
back to get his cock inside of her. 

"Someone's coming-"she hissed. 

Sure enough, his luck ran out. A customer walked into the store, a woman, 
and started going up one aisle. She was on the other side of the store and 
could not see them standing back off the produce section, but it made it 
impossible to continue the sex. 

Sam was too far gone to stop. He gave a soft cry of disappointment and 
jigged his fingers into Marcy's soft cunt savagely. He rode his prick the 
long way on her crack, against her panties, thrilling to the friction of his 
member captured between her buttocks and his belly. 

"Ahhhhh, MEEEE," he whispered in her ear. 

His cock broke after a short freeze. He felt that impossible, delicious 
moment when it was too late to stop the orgasm and before the spurts 
started. Then came the jism rush. He laid relieving, hot gouts of seed up on 
Marcy's back, shot after shot of body-hot cream, smearing her back and 
blouse. He hugged her tight, shivered and spent it all off with smothered 
grunts of ecstasy. It wasn't as great as full sex would've been, but the 
danger of discovery and the wild spontaneousness of it really turned him on. 
Wham, wham, wham, went his cock against her soft, warm body and he held her 
tight for spooky moments while that customer ambled closer and closer in 
their direction. 

His preoccupation with the customer prevented him from looking in the other 
direction. Vivian had come back from lunch and returned via the alley door. 
She stopped short when she saw that curious configuration of those two 
figures in the gloom. Then they separated, and she saw it was her father and 
Marcy, for heaven's sake. Then she saw Marcy's bare loins and caught a flash 
of her father's spent hard-on, the animal gleam of juices... 

"Holy Toledo!" she gasped to herself. She started to rush forward, trembling 
in anger. She wanted to grab Marcy's red head and tear some of the hair out. 
She wanted to scream at her father. Then she remembered what Jan had told 
her, something about Marcy being mixed up with some kind of a criminal ring 
and she pulled up short. She slid back in the shadows and watched Sam 
compose himself, restore his clothes and go back into the store. Marcy hung 
back a while longer, dabbing at her back with some tissues. How in the world 
did Sam ever get his juices on her back, and why? Well, her father would 
bear watching if he were getting tied up with that criminal creep.... 

For the rest of that day Sam found himself simply unable to concentrate on 
anything as he kept thinking about the luscious tail of Marcy O'Brien. She 
had discovered a letch in him that he wasn't even aware of. Unconsciously 
he'd been aware of her marvelous behind for a long time, the twin buttocks 
of perfect shape poured into slacks or jeans of every fabric and 
description. He turned on to the crisp lines; the jelly quiver when she 
walked, the deep crack, the sweet flow of her back thighs. His experience 
with her wearing her panties, masturbating on her buttocks and back whetted 
his appetite for the real thing. Most women did not like anal sex, he knew, 
and he could never ask for it from even his daughters without feeling like a 
crude monster. Marcy was different, the kind of girl who looked for extra 
kicks. She would be the perfect anal partner and she was young and 
good-looking, too. 

He made several mistakes at the cash register and turned down a chance to 
meet a man who was interested in his candidacy and who could provide money. 
It SHOCKED him to realize how overboard he was for this promised sex, but 
his lust did not lessen. He could hardly wait for the date...,. 

Marcy, at her apartment, prepared herself carefully for the evening. After 
all, it was going to be another of those hot fire spectaculars that she 
loved so much and that came along all too seldom. She took a bath, douched 
and even gave herself an enema. She examined her backside minutely and saw 
no flaws. Her skin looked as smooth and gleaming as satin, with no sags or 
lumps. Her behind was baby-perfect, she did not have the slightly roughened 
texture to her buttocks that secretaries sometimes got from sitting so much. 
There were sexy hollows above her buttocks and behind her hipbones. She 
sparkled on the inside and glowed on the outside. 

She decided to wear her body stocking from Hollywood. This provocative 
garment was the sheerest weave she had ever owned. It was like a one piece 
bathing suit, except that it COMPLETELY encased her body from the neck to 
the crotch. Covered it, but concealed nothing-enhanced everything. It was a 
smoky dark color, transparent. It contained her breasts like a bra but 
showed her nipples in complete detail. It was like a gentle film over her 
entire torso, and it really toned up her belly and her behind. That extra 
bit of containment made her breasts and buttocks jiggle just a little more 
than if she were naked. In the rear it showed her ass crack in absolute 
clarity, but added a sexy film of cloth. It added that delicious ladder 
effect as it stretched from the peak of one buttock to the other. If sam 
could resist that, he was made of steel. 

She wore no hose or pantyhose, but dainty boots. Her skirt was longer than 
the old-fashioned miniskirt but shorter than most dresses, ending about 
mid-thigh. It had a sewn-in snap belt that she could rip loose with two 
fingers and discard the garment in seconds. Her blouse didn't count; she 
wouldn't have it on that long, so she wore a Penney's short-sleever 
appropriate to the summer weather. 

She held her last conference with Walt as they stood in the dark alley by 
the rear entrance of Sam's store, about eleven that night. 

"I'll insist on Sam leaving the door open," she told him. "After we get 
started you can slip in and place the cannisters. There'll be cases of 
cooking oil, cases of toilet paper and towels and tissues, and stacks of 
paper bags-it should be easy. Give me a signal when you leave-then you're on 
your way to Northern Michigan. I'll collect from Bender." 

"Like fun," he said. "I'll STAY. I don't want Jan trapped upstairs." 

"No way. There's an outside staircase-of iron." 

"Okay, what really worries me is you-staying too long with all those flames 
shooting. You stay longer every fire. I may have to pull you out." 

She laughed and shrugged. "Nobody lives forever." 

She slipped inside the store, feeling the high rising excitement she always 
got on a night when a fire was due. Sam met her just inside the door and 
grabbed her wrist. 

"You made it this time, Marcy." 

"Wouldn't miss for the world, Sam. Hey, don't lock the back door. I can't 
stand locked doors, the feeling of being trapped." 

Sam dropped his hand from the springlock and took her inside. "Sure, Marcy." 

He'd fixed them a cosy little nest among the boxes and cartons in the 
storage area. He'd placed an old rug over the cement floor and laid out a 
sleeping bag. Their private little cave was lit with a twenty-five watt bulb 
and there was a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses. 

She laughed. It was just like a couple of kids camping out. It was further 
enriched by the pleasant smell of the stock-coffee, produce, grains-a sort 
of an earthy, important aroma that made the setting special. 

"We won't need this," said Marcy and turned off the light. Sam started to 
protest, but she pulled one-two enormous golden candles out of her purse and 
lit them. She let the wax drip to prove a base and stuck them on a couple of 
packing cases. "How's THAT?" 

"PERFECT!" Sam smiled, entranced by his young companion's beauty in the 
soft, golden light. 

She teased him as they sat on the sleeping bag. sipping the wine. 

"I hope you didn't take me seriously-what I said this afternoon," she said. 
"I don't think I could stand anal sex, not from your big jabber. It would 
tear my poor little rear hole apart." 

She wanted to cry out in laughter as she saw his face fall. 

"I-oh, un, sure, that's all right. Whatever you say, Marcy." His eyelids 
fell over his cheeks and he looked like a small boy deprived of expected 
candy. 

"Well, don't take it so hard, Sam. If you excite me-I get wild sometimes. 
Anything can happen." He was crazy-hot for her as he soon proved by grabbing 
her after too short an interval and beginning to kiss her. She felt her 
terrific sex need rise as it always did when she was close to a big fire 
about to start. The candle flames were a tease, a starter. As soon as Sam 
began to fondle her, he sensed that special sexuality that men loved because 
she was totally turned on-almost hypnotized by the deep needs of her being. 
Sam wore a one-piece jump suit which he quickly discarded after they'd 
necked for only a few minutes. He was NAKED and he was HARD. 

This time she did not tease his prick by hand or mouth. She slid away from 
him, stood up and discarded her blouse. He cried out in pleasure when he saw 
the gossamer film over her body and her taut nipples captured in the 
transparent cloth. He kneaded her young breasts as he kissed her mouth and 
throat-then paused. She was already high from his handling of her breasts 
and moaned. 

"Try me-through the silk," she whispered eagerly. 

He ate her nipples as they were, contained in the cloth, and it was sexier 
than if she'd been naked. The moisture through the fabric burned on her 
sensitive nipples and he loved the supple, silken feeling of the covering 
both on her breasts and on her torso. She went into her robot sex condition, 
yielding to him and beginning to buck her loins with desire-undulations. His 
hand went under her skirt up her naked thigh. 

"Ahhh, Marcy," he breathed. 

She was one long, gorgeous expanse of silken curves and nudity, warm, 
flowing, love-hungry. His hands traveled everywhere. She flipped back the 
skirt and slid out of it. He gasped again to see her entire body, neck to 
crotch, captured in that smoky, sexy cloth. 

He pulled her to him and kissed her avidly, pressing and working her rounded 
buttocks in the silken covering. His cock pressed into her belly, 
double-thrilled by the excitement of the fabric. He felt between her legs. 
Her wild cunt has flowed richly, staining through the containment out onto 
her soft inner thighs. 

"You'rer-one hot dish," he murmured. 

"T-take it. Take what you want," she responded. 

He was ready for that. His fingers traced fire all over her body. She felt 
the aching fullness in her belly, down her legs, up her spine. She began to 
whine like a helpless bitch in heat. She had faintly heard the sounds of 
Walt in the background, placing those cannisters. Sam was too involved with 
the magnificent young body in his arms to notice anything else. He cupped 
her buttock with his hand, digging the edge deep in her crack. He rubbed her 
cunt and her asshole. He transferred her sweet body juices to his hard 
stander and went back for more. 

He felt his huge cock throb lustily from the warm girl gland juice on it and 
whispered: 

"Marcy, I've been thinking about you all day. I can't wait. Shall we take 
off this thing?" 

Her eyes were blank pools, sensual but remote. "Fuck me through it. it tears 
easy." 

He gave a cry and turned her over on her stomach, gripping and squeezing her 
satisfying buttocks, digging directly into her crack. She gasped and began 
to hump on his hand, totally helpless. He spun her on her face and stroked 
her body in the silk casing, patting her buttocks and watching the flesh 
quiver. She moaned and moved her loins, making her mounds tense and untense. 

He slid on top of her and pulled her rump against his cock. The juice from 
her cunt had smeared her crack so it was moist, and it felt very hot to him. 
He pulled her up to expose her ass button and the cloth stretched like a 
thin film, protecting it. He bent his prick down and thrust. It resisted his 
first push. 

He panted like a sprinter now in his eagerness to violate her. He froze her 
loins with one arm and dug his cock forward. The fabric tore and the head of 
his cock burrowed against her sphincter. They both moaned, she from the 
shock of feeling that hot, hard manhood threaten her sensitive hole, he to 
feel his naked flesh dig at her naked flesh. 

He began to violate her, the rich juices burning the head of his prick. 

"Ah. Owwww. It hurts," she complained. Her thighs shivered at his attack. He 
was ruthless, digging his cock harder and harder against her ass muscle. For 
a moment they locked, straining and grunting. Then his manhood prevailed and 
her sphincter peeled open and he laid the thrilled head of his rod through 
her gut to savor the sweet feel of opening her hole and receiving the hot 
sensation of her interior body along with the sexy grip of her muscle. 

"All of it, all," he cried. 

"NO!" 

She fought him off, whimpering, but he was totally concentrated in his lust 
and determined. He held her body tight and fucked his cock slowly up her 
asshole, stretching her tight sphincter, making her take the full width of 
his member and sensing the hot grip of her slick intestine. 

"Ha-ooooo," she sighed and had to catch her breath at the pain of her 
ravishment. 

Half his cock was inside of her, laved by the burning fever of her flesh. He 
kept on thrusting while his free hand tore the body stocking still more and 
he plunged two fingers up her swollen, flowing cunt. 

That did it. She gave a great cry of wounding. "Noooo," and he took the rest 
of her ass while he fingered deep in her cunt. He could feel his manhood 
through the membrane in the girl that separated her cunt from her rear hole. 
He'd never felt such a SEXY lock. 

He sank oh her, panting, triumphant, his prick buried to its hilt up her 
unnatural passage, gripped tight and dry-throbbing in pleasure. With his 
fingers also up her cunt he'd never felt so completely in control of a 
woman's body. She slid slowly down on the sleeping bag, completely impaled. 

"Oh, lover, I'll die," she gasped, moving feebly under him. She had never 
been forced so ruthlessly before. Her only other anal experience had been 
after her sphincter had been carefully worked and stretched. This had been a 
raping rush and she felt as if that big penis in her was the size of a fence 
post. Her interior gut was incredibly sensitive to have to take that hard, 
swollen meat. 

"Wait, wait," she cried, digging her fingers In'td th@ sleeping bag in 
agony. 

He did not hear her. It was a new world of sex to have his delighted jong 
buried in this different woman's hole and he began to ream her, laughing in 
hysterical pleasure. It felt just as good as his fantasies had suggested 
with her slick membranes gripping his cock, her sphincter providing sweet 
resistance, and her rounded buttocks tensing and working helplessly against 
his thighs to ease her pain. 

In and out. Up and down. She kept gasping and moaning, taking his ride and 
fearing that he would burst some vital part of her with that cruel, riding 
cock. As his meat slid down her passage the expel motion did thrill her and 
make up for the unpleasant over-fullness when he fucked up into her. His 
fingers on her cunt crazed her. One of the cannisters had burst now, and she 
could see a faint glow over in one corner. He hadn't noticed it at all. 
Everything in his world was his sex-suffused prick and the lusciousness of 
his victim's body. 

"Won't-take long," he mumbled, both fascinated and ecstatic with this new 
kind of kinky sex. He sank down on her back and reveled in the feeling of 
her hot flesh, encased in that silk, shifting and moving under him. 

She came. It was out of the blue. Despite her sensitivity at being 
ass-impaled, her excitement, the start of the fire, and his fingers in her 
box just flipped her over. "I have to-ahhh, uh," she grunted. 

Sam had never felt anything so weird. Her asshole went into spasms just as 
her cunt did, the nerve network throbbing all through her loins. Her 
buttocks went stiff and dug into his thighs. Then they went soft as he felt 
her deep reactions to the orgasm. He reached under her, caught her tits and 
fucked lusciously into her asshole as she came, making her extend her orgasm 
from the hot cock play. 

"Ah, me. Oh, I'm soooo fucked. Ah, ah, ah," she gasped, her cunt clipping 
vigorously on his fingers. 

Talk about splitting open a female. He had the WHOLE package. He dug his 
hands into her breasts, fucked her ass and bit the soft skin around her neck 
while she cried and whined and gave up her body completely to his 
overpowering drive. It was a long way from love, yet Sam realized that 
somehow this was the only way this girl could be reached-by the pain, the 
brutal taking and the total control. He himself had never been quite this 
animal. 

Something off in the darkness bothered him but he really didn't want to be 
interrupted now. He took Marcy through her orgasm and now it was the turn of 
his cock, buried tight up her ass. The feel of her gut flesh was slightly 
different from a cunt, and the tightness was a different pressure from the 
lock of a cunt. It felt more stubborn and resistant so that his cock got a 
delicious feeling of snugness, while her sphincter applied exquisite 
pressure up and down his shaft. 

The strangeness was over. The pleasure time was here. He rocked into her 
slowly, savoring the friction, the soft smoothness of her buttocks working 
under him and the feeling of deep penetration into her body that the 
cornhole gave him. 

"You're right, Marcy. It's wild and wonderful." "Take me. Take me deep," she 
whispered. The pain was gone for her. The orgasm had made up for all of the 
distress that went before, so that she could relish the stiff, working meat 
up her ass. She squeezed her sphincter on his blade, giving him extra joy. 
Another cannister went off and there was a new, red glow. She thrilled to 
that-and she began to rock on his prick up her ass to keep his attention 
until the fire was well-started. It shouldn't be hard to do that. Sam was 
gone far away into a happy fuck-world where his whole existence was his 
prick, driving in and out of the gut of the girl he impaled. 

"Getting up there. Going, M-Marcy. Oh, I'm going to give you a REAL 
l-l-load." 

He began to keen and she keened too, out of wild happiness at the fire, at 
the sex, at the weird feeling of having her butt reamed, at Sam's 
excitement. He felt his glaze begin in his toes and creep up his thighs to 
his belly. That incredible, delicious and impossible feeling of sex blasting 
settled on his loins. His strokes went erratic. 

"HERE-IT COMES!" he shouted in an erotic frenzy. 

He gave an enormous grunt of pleasure. He slid forward on the girl, grabbed 
her, hugged her tight and forced his prick a final half inch up her wet ass 
tunnel, then gave soft cries of pleasure. 

Spurt, spurt, spurt. Rich gushes of liquid, rich ] runs of pleasure crazed 
him as he spunked out his manhood into her ass. Deep into her ass. 

"Ah, yuh, ah, yuh," he went, releasing those incredible shots of joy. He 
looked over the shoulder of the taken girl and saw to his astonishment that 
the store was on fire. But there was nothing he could do about it for the 
next few seconds. His thrilled cock just kept bursting, exploding in her 
soft gut, filling her ass with his spend. He rocked and whined and tried to 
break the sex feeling because of the new, shattering message in his brain. 
But it was no good. His cock HAD to be satisfied first and he spurted a good 
half dozen more hot darts of manhood into her before he could get back 
control of his other muscles. 

He started to crawl off the girl. His cock was still in her ass, still hard. 
Suddenly there was a rush of feet Sam looked up-and almost died. Not only 
was his store on fire-he was discovered. Not one, but both of his 
daughters-Vivian and Jan, stood there staring down at him. They could see it 
ALL, even the perversion. They could see his cock easing out of her tight 
asshole. The expanding fire flittered in their faces. 

"She's a fire maniac!" screamed Vivian. 

"She's a bitch, a criminal cunt in arson," cried 

Jan. 

The two girls went for Marcy and began to pummel her. 

"You had to fuck my father, take mat!" screamed Vivian, pulling on Marcy's 
hair till she. yelled in pain. 

"You're trying to ruin us!" shouted Jan, kicking the body of the redhead. 

The two girls then seized Marcy and trotted her out of the store. Sam, 
meanwhile, had jumped back into his coveralls and gone, cursing, for the 
fire extinguishers. There were a couple of pretty good blazes roaring up one 
wall. He was not alone. There was the sudden blast of a siren close at hand 
and a couple of policemen appeared, also carrying fire extinguishers. 

"Fire department's on the way," called one of them. 

"Look for fire bombs," cried the other, sweeping his flashlight around in 
the darkness. 

To Sam it was total confusion for the next hour. There were the police, 
there were firemen and the blaze was quickly contained, although the 
cannisters going off at intervals kept them hopping for a while. There was a 
strange young man called Doug Crandall who seemed to be a friend of Jan's 
and he and the police had handcuffs on another young man Walt Price who was 
said to be an accomplice of Marcy O'Brien. They were an arson team. They 
were wanted for the Taylor fire, too. 

The girls had apparently saved the day. Earlier, Vivian had told Jan about 
seeing her father playing around with Marcy. That triggered Jan's 
recollection of what Doug had told her about Marcy and Walt O'Brien. It 
hadn't seemed important for Jan to mention before-because she didn't want 
her sister to know she'd dated Walt. At this point they got suspicious and 
called Doug who told them to keep a close eye on Sam. As soon as he slipped 
downstairs that night, the girls knew Marcy was due-and Doug rallied around, 
bringing a squad car and notifying the arson detail. He also captured Wait 
Price when the fire-setter finished inside of the store and ran out in the 
alley to wait for Marcy. 

For their part the girls were fascinated observers of Sam's sex scene with 
the redhead. They knew tfiey should've stopped it sooner, but it was a 
fascinating and beautiful sight, new to both of them, to see other humans 
screw. When they realized it was a perversion they were rooted to the 
spot-until the cannisters began to go off. That was when all hell broke 
loose. 

It was well after two a.m. before the action was over, the police and 
prisoners gone and the curious neighbors asked the last question of the last 
fireman and they all went back to sleep. 

Sam climbed back to the apartment, feeling like an old, worn-out man. When 
he got upstairs his two daughters were waiting for him with superior smiles 
on their faces, as if to say he should've confined his love-making to the 
family. Sam looked at them, blushing, grunted, and went off into his 
bedroom, teeth gripping his pipe. He slammed the door. 

Vivian looked at Jan. Jan looked at Vivian. They burst out laughing. 

 Chapter Nine 

Sam had some explaining to do to the Arson Squad and to the D.A.'s office, 
but it wasn't too heavy trip. His high reputation conveniently SAVED him. 
There wasn't a soul who could believe that he would indulge in any criminal 
activity. They told him it wasn't going to be so easy with Mark Taylor who 
was still under investigation for the restaurant fire, and it would be even 
worse for the owner of the buildings, Mr. Bender. 

"These days we're going after the white collar type of crime," a prosecutor 
told Sam. "Mr. Bender will certainly go to trial and probably your friend, 
Taylor, too." 

But the whole case depended on the arson team of Walt and Marcy, and they 
weren't talking. Out of compassion, Sam visited Marcy in the County Jail. He 
found her as bubbling as ever. 

"I'll admit NOTHING, VOLUNTEER NOTHING," she snapped. "Let the D.A. earn his 
salary." 

"Marcy, maybe you should plead 'guilty,' take a short term, and get some 
psychiatric help." 

She grinned. "I'm a loner, Sam. I do what I do, I like what I like. You were 
fabulous in the sex department, so was Mark, but you were the best. Someday 
I'll be around again." 

He left the interview shaking his head. The prosecutor told him she might 
not go on trial, but instead would be examined for a psychotic condition and 
might go to a mental hospital. 

"A deep-dyed arsonist-they can be exceedingly dangerous. If she doesn't want 
to be cured-" he sighed. "She'll do time, either in prison or a mental 
hospital, but she'll be out again, the way it goes tiiese days. She's worked 
in other states but all we have is circumstantial evidence. Within five 
years she'll be back on the streets, one way or the other. If she ever shows 
up, all you can do is run the other way. All we can do is hope she leaves 
Ohio." 

Sam agreed that he wanted no more of Marcy. "What about the young man?" 

"We've got him nailed. But your fire didn't come off, so he goes down for 
the Taylor fire. He'll do time, but what with appeals, no confession, and no 
convictions in those other states, unfortunately he probably won't get a 
long sentence either. Frankly, he doesn't bother me as much-he did it for 
money, not for the love of setting fires, so that one may straighten out" 

Sam's main problem continued. Anna still had some weeks to spend in the 
clinic, and things got worse between her and Sam. She wanted to lend 

Mark Taylor some of their savings. 

"Sam, we've been friends for long, long years. He's in trouble, in a low 
spot He has no income, he's in trouble with the law and he needs our help." 

"If we lend him money, I can forget about running for office this fall." 

"Sam, they have elections every year. Maybe this isn't your best year to 
run." 

"I'm running this year." 

"I'm lending Mark my half of our savings." 

It ended up in a hot fight and before it was over Sam and Anna had talked 
seriously about divorce. Sam returned to Cleveland in the lowest state of 
mind he'd been in for years. Nor did he find life with the girls 
comfortable. They kept the store running all right, but he had the feeling 
they just waited until his lust needs rose again. Vivian had moved back 
home, and neither girl took serious dates. To him they seemed like vultures 
waiting for the right moment to strike. When all the excitement died down 
and his sex needs began to crowd him-they wouldn't seem like vultures then. 
He feared he'd be unable to resist their youthful beauty and especially 
their lust for his body. And his lust for theirs. His life situation was 
totally impossible. 

In spite of this almost two weeks passed after the night of the near-fire, 
with the three of them getting by with treating each other formally and 
politely. Sam refused to touch them, while they seemed confused and 
uncertain. 

Finally they told him, one afternoon that they planned a party for that 
night with some of their friends in the apartment over the store. 

"It's been such a long, dull summer, said Vivian. "We haven't had much 
social life. We're having some boys and girls in." 

"It hasn't been a dull summer," said Sam, "but I see your point. Go ahead. I 
don't have any club meetings tonight, but I'll stay out of my way in my 
room." 

"Thaf s a good idea," said Jan. "We're thinking of making it a nudist party. 
We've talked it over and Viv and I want to start a nudist group, tike you 
and Mom once belonged to." 

"Oh, NO!" he cried. 

"Dad, nudism doesn't have to mean sex. You've TOLD us that. We just want to 
explore," said Vivian. 

"Not in my house. Booze, marijuana-it won't work." 

"Then we can go somewhere else and have it," said Jan. "You can't really 
stop us, now can you?" 

Sam groaned. He had a suspicion they were bluffing. They wanted to punish 
him for his uptight ways. 

"Go ahead and have your party," he said, changing his mind. "Have an orgy, 
if you must. Like you say, if you don't do it at home, you can do it 
elsewhere. There's no control these days." 

The way to deal with bluffers was to call their number. He knew Vivian and 
Jan well enough to be sure they wouldn't turn their party into any orgy. 
They had taste and morality-on everything except loving their father too 
well. He would just have to let them try their tricks and refuse to be 
bluffed. 

. After dinner he retired to his room and sat down with his books to a long 
evening of paperwork. Presently he heard the murmur of voices in the other 
rooms and gradually the party warmed up with bumps and thumps, catcalls and 
whoops, rock music and laughter. They must have twenty people out there! 
He'd thought it would be a quiet dozen or so. He felt the slight shaking of 
the floor as the dancers got going, and the sound rose to a maximum. Once he 
heard Vivian's voice, slurred as if she'd had too much wine. Once he heard 
Jan scream to some boy, crying "Don't do that!" 

He almost burst from the room to toss the kids out. What if it turned into 
one of those uncontrollable things where crashers came until there were a 
hundred or so? What if fights started? What if the police came? Was' it 
possible the whole roomful was naked? NOT IMPOSSIBLE! 

Then Vivian gave a shriek and he bounded to the door, ready to rip it open 
and calm things down. He imagined that the sex had started. First there'd be 
polite necking. Then some wild boy, like that Doug Crandall, would get a 
hard-on, and with ail those naked girls, really start something. 

The first thing you knew there'd be wall-to-wall sucking and fucking. Still 
he restrained himself. The girls were old enough to take care of themselves. 
They'd had the right parenting-He listened at the door-and he heard Jan's 
voice. 

"Oh, no. AHHHH, that feels soooo good. Ah, you're in me-soooo deep. Uh, uh, 
uh." 

She was doing it-right there in public, in the middle of the party. He was 
wrong, wrong! Because of the incest he'd forced on the girls, they'd lost 
all sense of proportion. His face went white. His knees were trembling. He 
felt tremendous excitement through his body and a white rage in his mind. 

He jerked the door open and ran out into the midst of the party shouting. 

"STOP THAT! I won't stand for mis obscene, vicious ORGY!" 

He stopped in his tracks. His voice trailed off. He stared about him 
bewildered. The apartment was empty-yet the roar of the party went on all 
around him. He could hardly hear himself think with all the party sounds-but 
the rooms were empty! 

He staggered to a chair and sat down. "Wha-what?" he gasped. 

Then he saw the stereos-Vivian's dra'gged into one end of the apartment from 
her bedroom. Jan's dragged from her bedroom into the other end. Mom's small 
set right in the middle making cioseup sounds by his bedroom door. As he 
stared about in amazement, there was Jan grinning,at him, standing at one 
end of the small sofa. Vivian stood at the other, also grinning. First one 
and then the other lifted her end of the sofa and made it thump. Instantly 
it seemed that the floor creaked with the weight of twenty pairs of dancing 
feet. 

While he stared at them in shock he took in another stunning fact. Both 
girls were stark naked. He saw two luscious pairs of breasts, two bodies 
with gleaming, young skin, two flat bellies, two pelvises, decorated by 
blonde muffs and curving thighs and legs. 

Both girls came forward, Jan to cut off the sound of one stereo, and Vivian 
to cut off the other. Jan also cut off her mother's small set, and all of a 
sudden the apartment reeked of silence. 

"Welcome to our NUDE party," Jan smiled. 

"We thought you'd never come," laughed Vivian. 

Sam stared at them and his anger began to die. As it died, he felt a change 
and a melting inside of him. His old ideas, his old rigidities cracked and 
flowed away. The two nymphs before him turned into the most beautiful young 
girls he'd ever seen. He rose slowly. He grasped Jan by one soft arm. He 
caught Vivian's arm with his other hand. He walked the two of them into the 
master bedroom. 

"Get on the bed. Both of you/' 

Giggling, his two nude dolls hopped onto his bed. He undressed slowly. When 
he was down to his shorts he marched back into the other room and put soft, 
romantic music on one of the stereos. He left the door open so that the soft 
sounds of high violins wafted into the bedroom. When he returned and took 
off his shorts, his cock was very, very hard. 

He climbed onto the bed between the two girls who watched him with shining, 
luminous eyes. He first gathered Vivian into his arms and kissed her, 
feeling her gasp at the french invitation and take his tongue into her 
mouth. His prick dug into the firm, smooth skin of her belly. Then he 
released her and kissed Jan in the same manner, a slow, lustful kiss that 
made his heart pound. 

"I want-" said Vivian. 

"We should-" began Jan. 

"Shut up, BOTH OF YOU! Till now I've been the sheep herded by you two young 
cunts. From now on, I'm in charge. You'll do exactly as I say. Got it?" 

"Yes, father," said Vivian. 

"Yes, Dad," echoed Jan. 

He sat up and pulled Vivian around until her head was in his naked lap, her 
soft, near-platinum curls exciting his thighs. He made a gesture and she 
took his stiff stander in her hand, raised herself and slid it into her 
mouth. 

"Ahhh, good," he groaned. 

He gathered Jan across his upper body, kissing her wetly, while one of his 
hands cupped her rich breast and the other slid under her butt to jog into 
her cunt, already wet and ready. 

It was absolute heaven, kissing Jan, squeezing her breast and mastrubating 
her eager cunt. She began to thrust and grunt on his fingers. Meanwhile down 
below Vivian set his cock on fire with her suck, curling her own hand 
between her legs to jack herself off. The father and two daughters lay in 
utter abandon, Sam pumping his cock into that hot mouth, his arms filled 
with naked, hot girl and the sounds of happy sex thrills filling the 
bedroom. 

"AHH, DAD," murmured Jan between kisses. "Move you-I love this action-but I 
should get some of your big tool, too." 

"Shut up and wait your turn," laughed Vivian. "I'm the oldest." 

Sam gave Jan's bare butt a spank. "I'll be in charge. Just do as I say. 
Uhhh, ohhh, that is so GOOD!" 

He could only allow Vivian twenty or thirty strokes because the wild 
sensations of playing with both hot, naked girls at once was a sexy threat 
to his reservoir. He didn't want to corrupt the action with an early spill. 

After he'd savored the first positions, he made both of them stop. He 
stroked them, murmuring and they stroked him while they waited for his 
highly excited prick to cool down a little. 

After he felt cool enough, he made another gesture and Vivian reluctantly 
surrendered her. position at his cock. He motioned to Jan. 

It was the Snost fabulous moment of sex in all of their lives. It seemed to 
proceed in slow motion; with each of them watching intently, totally 
absorbed in the beginning of this open, incestuous fuck, with the older 
sister. 

Jan mounted Sam's hips, spreading her legs. His dark cock, drying from 
Vivian's saliva, arched up towards the white thighs, the blonde V of the 
younger girl. As Jan eased down on him, restrained by his hands on her 
smooth hips, her pink cunt spread. Sam put a thumb at the base of his cock 
and pressed it upright directly under Jan's hole. The mushroom shaped head 
of the prick grazed pink cunt flesh and they all saw the girl's gloss smear 
the fleshy roundness of the hood. 

Down, down, came her cunt and the head disappeared inside of her outer lips 
of her box. Then the inner lips, right into her cunt tunnel. His violation 
of his daughter was slow, graceful, exquisite. Jan gasped at the contact and 
Sam grunted in satisfaction. Slowly, slowly his cock disappeared up into her 
body as the three of them watched with bated breath. At last her pelvis 
rested on Sam's. The entire length of his member nestled deep in her body. 

"Ahh, Dad." Jan began to move. He stopped her. "Not yet." 

Now he carefully brought Vivian to his head and once again there was that 
golden silence of a new sex experiment being tried. Closer and closer came 
her muff and her gleaming swollen girl sex lips to his mouth. At the last 
second Sam extruded his tongue and Vivian gave a gasp as it disappeared 
inside of her chamber and then she tensed her butt and cried out as her clit 
felt the rake of his organ. & 

"Uhhh, ahhh," she went. 

Jan could see none of this because Vivian's back was to her as the older 
girl kneeled over her father's face. Trembling, she waited, thrilling to hot 
glory to feel Dad's cock locked tight and full up inside her body. Streaks 
of pure sexuality shot up her belly. 

Sam began to fuck up into Jan's cunt, with Jan going "Hah!" in delight and 
controlling him with her hands on his hips. Each impaling stroke threatened 
to drive her out of her mind, because the friction was so elegant. 

"YOU'RE FUUUUUCKING ME DEEEEEP," Jan groaned. 

Sam took his tongue off Vivian's cunt for a moment. 

"Don't rush it, g-girl. If we go-ah!-slowly we can have the best orgasms of 
all time." 

Vivian resented Jan getting Dad's cock first in her belly, but she had been 
able to suck him first and he couldn't do both boxes at once. She sighed 
happily and took Dad's cunt suck. He was very good, draining out her hot, 
flowing juices with sexy slurp sounds and working his tongue on her clit 
this way and that so that she felt huge stabs of sexuality going up her 
belly. It was DOUBLE incest, so crazy that it blew Vivian's mind. She closed 
her eyes, threw her head back and began to knead her tits, palming her hot 
nipples as she floated off into a hot, thrilling world of pure sexuality. 
Ahh, this will be a night none of them would ever forget. The world outside 
was the crazy place while they were locked tight in deep, sensual love that 
bound them as few people were ever entwined. 

"I LOVE IT-I'M SOOOO HOT," she confessed, rocking faster and faster. 

In a way Vivian had the best of it because Sam did not try to restrain her 
hot, wild plunges on his face as he controlled Jan down below. Soon Vivian 
was keening and grunting in total abandon, smearing Sams whole face with her 
happy juices. 

Same had relaxed into total, lustful orgy-joy. He'd never felt so much nude 
girl in his life. The young, supple bodies seemed to cover htm like a 
blanket, a blanket of smooth, undulating, moist flesh. For the first time 
ever in his life he turned off all conscious thoughts and reveled in the 
goodness of the animal acts. There was no yesterday and there was no 
tomorrow. Whatever he would feel later, this wild, incredible time had been 
given to him and it was not to be wasted or corrupted. 

His cock thrilled and throbbed as he first began to steadily fuck Jan. He 
exercised some control to keep the pace steady and not buck and plunge 
wildly into her young cunt so that he burst too soon. It was absolutely the 
right thing to do. That steady pace, slowly turned his younger daughter into 
a melting doll of submitting womanhood. Her breathing was hoarse and her 
soft, self-concentrated cries of pleasure were hair-raising. He could not 
see her but he knew that Jan, like Vivian who loomed over his head, palmed 
her own breasts to add to the intensity of the sex delight. 

He felt like the king of the world. Jan's shifted and quivered, the heat of 
her thighs, her cries, told him she was being fucked as she'd never been 
drilled before, his cock driving her to a new heat and sweet agony. He had 
the power to split her young belly wide open and drive her insane with his 
prick, before he had to wash her with his love cream. 

"How you doin', Jan, baby?" he called out happily. 

"Oh, Dad, I'm fucked. Sooooooo fucked," she gasped. "Oh, I love it. I LOVE 
you. LOOOOOOOVE YOU!" 

Vivian undulated on Sam's tongue almost as lost and happy. 

"Never-felt-anything so-oh, oh,-good," she whined. 

Sam tricked Vivian. He worked his thumb right alongside of his tongue, into 
her fiery cunt. As his thick digit unsealed her cunt and added new pressure, 
the sucked girl began to rock faster. 

"Oh, that's good. Oh, that's sweet! More, deeper!" 

"If you liked that, you'll love this," laughed Sam, freeing his mouth for a 
moment. By using his thumb, his other fingers were free to trace along 
Vivian's seam. He wet his longest finger with her hot juices that escaped 
into her crack and began to tease alt around her asshole. 

Her eyes got big. "Oh, no. I don't believe this. Are you really-Oh, Dad-I 
can't believe-not in my-Oh, DAD! OH-OH." 

He squeezed and pressed his longest finger against her sphincter, applying 
incredible pressure-and her ass muscle reluctantly yielding and he drove his 
finger right up into her sensitive, hot and tight asshole. 

That did it for Vivian. She'd never had a lover bring into play those highly 
sensitive nerves inside and outside her asshole. Suddenly she felt his 
finger violate deep into her gut. 

"Oh, he, don't do that. Now Don't. Ahhhhh, meeeee," she whined. She thrilled 
out of her mind. A great rush of stunning, delicious sexuality swept her 
right up to her peak. 

"GOOOOONE," she wailed. 

Jan came to life behind her. 

"I can SEE it!" she blurted. "I can see Dad's finger, sinking right up your 
ass, all the way in. My God, he's got his finger-right in your ho-hole. 
Wow!" 

She began to fuck furiously on Sam's cock, releasing all restraint. A fast 
five strokes shot her right into the stratosphere. 

"Oh, Sam, ohmigod, Sam. I'M COOOOMING!" screamed Jan. 

She gave a wail of happy distress, slapping both her hands on Vivian's naked 
sides with a meaty sound, to have something to hold on to. 

"OR, ORF, GROWEREEEEE," she wailed, inarticulate, her belly blooming into 
shaken, golden rushes of sex surrender. 

"I can see your ass-see it squeeze-on his finger," yipped Jan. "Ah, uh, uh, 
uh." 

She sucked against Sam's prick and he hardly dared breathe as he felt her 
give up her sex treasure in galloping fast clippings on his cock, holding 
her sister's sides and whining her glory. The wounded sounds she made just 
about drove him out of his skull with the proud feeling of having fucked her 
so welL Meanwhile he felt Vivian's cunt paying tribute to his tongue and her 
ass muscle squeezing and clipping on his finger. The old man had laid a 
double orgasm on his two girls at the same time and they expired on top of 
him, their joy cries intermingled, their hot young bodies his slaves for 
sex. 

It just seemed as if his pride swelled and swelled and he went right on up 
to his own surrender. An ineffable feeling of exquisite ecstasy filled his 
whole belly. 

"Girls, I'm there. OH, YESSSSSS!" he cried out happily. 

He lifted his loins, squeezed his butt and joined them even as they tapered, 
going weak. Spurt, spurt, spurt. His hot seed gushed out of his prick and up 
into Jan's body, giving him waves of relief and singing pleasure. So 
well-managed had been this sex that he pitched his sperm in even, coursing 
rushes of high intensity, far longer than any orgasm he'd ever had. 

EVERYTHING suddenly dropped away. The young flesh felt like subsidiary 
appendages to his own body, alone and powerful in its massive ejaculation. 
He tensed up and squirted shot after shot of happy juice into Jan, for once 
with no regrets and no hesitation. 

"Ah, baby, going, going," he muttered and'let his powerful prick savor its 
full joy in the extra-long throw. Even after he was empty, his thrilled 
blade gave a couple of additional throbs of sex pleasure, as if in tribute 
to Sam's final acknowledgement of his lust for the bodies of his daughters. 

"Ahhhh, Dad," sighed Vivian rolling off of him, her face glowing. 

"Sooo great tonight," sighed Jan, laying forward on his body, her tits red 
and the nipples finally soft after taking that long, sexy trip. He let her 
rest on top of him, enjoying the same after-fuck euphoria as the girls. 
Whatever hot times lay ahead/this first double experience was unique and a 
treasure, a successful romp of sex that none of them would ever forget all 
of their lives. 

They rested, talking idly. For the first time Sam found himself saying that 
maybe he wouldn't run for the school board that fall. 

"It would take me away from the family," he said. "And frankly-I don't 
know." 

Both girls laughed and he was puzzled, and then he laughed too. The Sam 
Rogers family at this point was quite unique. 

They kissed and teased for a while, but Sam's ejaculation had been so great 
that he wasn't ready yet. Jan dozed on her side of the bed while the more 
particular Vivian puttered around in her robe and then went into the bath to 
take a shower. She was not for taking long showers and after she'd been gone 
for a while, Sam felt his sexuality return. He got up and went into the 
shower where he pulled back the curtain and watched his oldest daughter wash 
her body without embarrassment. It was like the old days when he'd been a 
nudist. The gleam of the water on her skin, and her sleek good looks raised 
his cock right up again. 

"My turn for the big one?" she asked, laughing, as she saw his new hard-on. 

"Why not-then you can shower afterwards, Miss Cleanly." 

He fucked her from the rear, dog-fashion, she on her hands and knees on the 
bathroom rug, her head over the tub, while he hugged her warm, wet body and 
plunged his cock up her cunt. He had never tried this position, nor had she, 
and it was totally delicious, as he lay along her back and worked her 
nipples under her. 

"Oh, Dad, you're in soooo deep. It feels so great!" 

"Kiddo, you are one luscious, hot fuckf" 

He looked down and marveled at the ball-bearing action of the fucked girl's 
hips. especially the way her busy little ass tensed and rolled. As he 
slammed in, those sweet buttocks came together with a slam and a jelly 
quiver. His cock already thrilled, he had a sudden, new letch to fuck her 
asshole. But he knew that the proper Vivian would have to be prepared for 
that. 

"Uh, honey, let's roll over," he said. "I want you on top of me." 

Happy, laughing, now that she had exclusive use of her father's prick, 
Vivian accommodated him and soon she laid on top of him, face to face, 
kissing and rocking. He was now able to work his finger between her buttocks 
once more and play with her glory hole. 

"Oh, Dad, that's so WEIRD." 

"You don't like my finger at your ass?" 

"Ahhhh, it's all right-but em-barrassing-oh, oh," she went. 

It was so easy to force her ass hole this time because he'd loosened it on 
the cunnilingus. As soon as his finger oozed in, her eyes got big and she 
gave an animal grunt. 

"Ahhhh, I can't buh-believe-it makes me sooo hot," she confessed. 

He loved it too. He could feel deep up that hot hole and rub his cock 
through her membrane. He loved the feeling of that. He need have no worry 
about her resisting it. The ass-play seemed to turn the girl on to a double 
fucking fury. 

"I feel it. I feel so taken. Oh, oh, oh," she went, thrusting her loins, 
squirming and in between giving tremendous gasps of sexuality. 

She had never associated her rear hole with sex and now twice in a short 
period Sam used those sensitive tissues to whip her to incredible heat. She 
didn't want to admit what was happening but she felt her belly burn with 
white hot fury. Soon she was keening and grunting like an animal. 

"Sam, I-I caaaaan't last," ^ 

He whipped his cock in and out of her. "Give it up, child, give up your 
sex." 

"Ah, uh, OHHHHHHH!" she went. I 

She gave huge gasps and expired on him, both cunt and asshole squeezing, one 
on his prick, one on his finger. She strained and rode him wildly, giving up 
to her animal bitch and collecting the rich, crazed feeling of peak orgasm, 
favoring him with throb after throb. 

That did it for him, feeling the young girl peak. He gave a single grunt of 
happiness, locked his prick tight in Vivian's cunt and seeded her, chunking 
off rich bursts of pleasure, not as strong as that incredible first time, 
but still lucious, shaking spumes of liquid joy as he responded to her 
daughter love-lust. It was fabulous to lay on the floor and feel 
delightfully fucked out, with his sex juices mingled with his daughter's. 
What had happened to that stuffy old bear of a man of only a few hours ago? 
Gone-gone forever! 

Afterwards they returned to his bed and slept. Once Sam awoke and felt heavy 
pangs of guilt to realize that the bed which usually contained only his wife 
bore the weight of both of his naked daughters, one on each side of him. He 
slept-and awoke hours later with a raging hard-on. It was Jan, of course, 
face to face with him as they both lay on their sides. She worked his stiff 
prick with her hands, muttering teasing words, kissing him with warm lips. 
Vivian slept on the other side of him. 

A great, wild lust seized his loins. He turned the girl over on her stomach. 
He held her head by the long hair and whispered in her ear what he planned 
to do. She nodded, wordlessly. 

He eased out of bed and got some vaseline. Back in bed he kissed and kneaded 
her soft, unresisting buttocks and slowly greased her crack and his prick, 
thrilling in anticipation. He remembered the painful penetration of Marcy 
which had hurt his cock a bit as well as the girl's asshole. This time he 
worked Jan's gut-opening with his finger, oiling her and stretching her 
while she gave soft gasps, until he felt he could get ready access to her 
most private hole. Then he mounted her. 

"Uh, Dad, crazeeee," she giggled as she felt his cock head probe her 
sphincter. 

Jan was indeed the kinky one, so he felt no guilt in forcing her butt hole 
to get that weird, tight feeling of deep penetration. He'd done his 
preparation well. She squirmed in some pain and there was thrilling 
resistance from her ass muscle, but he forced his cock inside her anus, and 
lay' on top of her moist body, dry-throbbing and feeling the ecstasy of the 
perverted sex. Or was it? She knew he'd ass fucked Marcy and. it followed 
that she'd want to try it too, SOONER or LATER! 

Already Jan had her finger on her cunt, stimulating her clit and 
experiencing the strange feeling of that hard cock filling her butt to an 
incredible degree. It was so unpleasant, but it was nevertheless exciting, 
to feel her hole stretched and to sense that hard meat riding in her most 
sensitive parts. She hardly dared moved and she had to keep tensing her 
buttocks, which made her father groan With pleasure. Deeper and deeper he 
worked his cock up her ass while she groaned too and shifted uneasily, as if 
expecting a piercing horrible fate at each inch of surrender. 

"We sound like a couple of sex fiends," he laughed as he whispered in her 
ear. "We must be quiet or we'll wake Vivian." 

"Ah, it's so deep-so wild," she whispered back. 

Sam felt ashamed of his anal lust but it was inevitable since watching 
Vivian's round ass quiver and jerk as he'd fucked her in the bathroom. His 
prick worked up inside Jan's gut until he felt the wonder of complete cock 
domination of the girl. He held her whole body against his and by a slight 
movement of his member he could make her jerk and squirm in wounded, 
near-painful distress. He pulled her fingers away from her cunt and 
substituted his own. He began to ride on her and fuck her while he jacked 
off her empty cunt. He felt highly erotic, riding his cock in that tight, 
gripping tunnel, enjoying the warmth of her inner body heat, the slickness 
of the vaseline and her gut and the steady pull of her tight sphincter 
against his shaft. 

"Fabulous-fucking your ass," he whispered. 

She began to squeeze her ass muscle on his prick, excited now. 

"I like it-DEEP INSIDE." 

As. he ass-fucked his youngest daughter and gave himself up to the animal 
pleasure of using her, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the future. 
For a while he was stuck with his lust for these luscious young bodies, so 
available to him. For whatever the reason, the two girls were crazy for 
Daddy cock. It couldn't last for long-a couple of weeks or a month before 
the novelty was gone and the girls turned back to their own generation. He 
too must eventually succumb to his own guilt and stop. There were two ways 
to handle incestuous feelings. The best was to suppress them, of course and 
most of society chose that way. If that were impossible-like with his 
girls-the second way was to use it up, burn it up, end it alt by overuse. 

Jan broke first. That deadly prick deeply gouging into her gut, plus sam's 
fingers on her cunt, plus the secret knowledge that she was ahead of Vivian 
thrilled her to the limits. She lifted her head from the pillow where she'd 
buried it to muffle her cries. 

"AH, NOW!" she whined. 

Her cunt and her asshole began to squeeze on Sam's prick as she paid off her 
deep sexuality against the invader of her body. Sam gasped and hugged her 
tight, fucking her ass faster to make her stretch out her involuntary throbs 
of pleasure in this delicious taking. Happy streaks of tola! i girl 
explosion possessed her and she spent and spent in powerful quakes that 
relieved her body ] and satisfied her soul. Sooooo good! Jfig 

"T-take it."  

Sam held himself to a clipped gasp of pleasure, relished his long^sweiling 
freeze and then gave j himself over completely to his spurting cock. -i 
Wham, wham, wham. Excited gouts of jissum j burst deep up Jan's intestine as 
he took her ass | and flooded her with his male liquid. He gasped off shot 
after shot of powerful jets as he fulfilled his anal letch for the second 
time. The first time had ended in confusion. This time he could spume off 
his guts to the last drop and hug the taken girl and savor the utmost 
penetration and ejaculation at his leisure. - He sighed happily in euphoria 
with his spent cock still hard, still buried up her gut, washed in his hot 
juices. He would have to try anal sex a few more times, that was for sure. 

Pretending sleep beside mem, Vivian smiled to herself. She too had been 
shocked by her father's anal sex with Marcy, curious about it, and was 
anxious to try it. But she was glad to let Jan go first this time. When her 
turn came she'd be well briefed by her sister. Vivian was the much more 
careful type... 

At the clinic, Anna Rogers drew herself up and said to Mark Taylor; 

"Get out!" 

"What?" 

"You reinjured my shoulder with your desire for sex. Selfish. You let Bender 
destroy your business. Weak. You want to set up that nude therapy group. 
Immoral. Now you want money from me-and more sex. Selfish. Mark, all you 
ever wanted from me was sex-to take me away from Sam. All you want from a 
woman is to lean on her. Sam doesn't. Sam wouldn't insist on sex when I'm 
injured. Or lean on me for his business or his career. I've thought it over 
carefully. You have to go. Our affair is over. I'm staying with Sam, helping 
him with his election, remaining faithful. Sam's where I belong." 

Nor could any argument Mark could use change Anna's mind. A month later Anna 
was home again and the family was restored. By then Sam and the girls had 
worn out their lust for each other. Sam got extra support for his campaign 
because he'd helped the Boy Scout Council and was able to start his race for 
the school board that fall. The Rogers family was back together, integrated, 
loving and ready to go forward once more-with certain secrets kept forever 
on both sides. 


End
