Seduction Of Cherry
by Patti Kimball


FOREWORD 

Time stood still when Cherry accidentally discovered the family threesome. 

Cherry, a lovely young lady with her hair in a ponytail, with small budding 
breasts and long skinny legs, was a tender virgin in her early teens. 

She was spending summer vacation with Mom, and Dad, and Kate, Mom's lovely 
kid sister who was in her early teens. 

The quartet shared a big bungalow on the lake. This morning, Cherry was 
supposed to go out sailing, but she had to return to the bungalow to get 
some tanning lotion. 

She got more than she bargained for! 

She was going to say hello to Mom and Dad. She walked into their bedroom 
without knocking--and stopped, frozen with shock. 

The big bed was filled with Mom, Dad,-and Kate! 

And they all were naked. Nipples as fat as cherries stood out stiffly on 
Mom's voluptuous breasts. Dad's penis was a swollen erection, a rod of 
flesh. 

And Kate lay with her head over Dad's lap, holding his penis upright, with 
her mouth open and her tongue reaching for it! 

What little Cherry didn't know was that very soon, that threesome would 
become a foursome--with her joining the family in bed! 


CHAPTER ONE 

From where she crouched on the middle of the flight of darkened stairs, 
sweet young Cherry Randolph could see down into the living room. 

And oh, what she saw! 

It was the middle of the night, and some people in the house were fast 
asleep, but not Cherry-and not the lovers twined on the living room couch. 

The steady clockwork ticking of the great old antique grandfather clock in 
the living room measured out slow seconds of time. 

According to that clock, it was a bit before two o'clock in the morning. Mom 
and Dad were tucked up tight in their bedroom, fast asleep. 

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, the family would pile into the trusty 
station wagon to make the long trek north to the resort. 

It was the end of June, and the Randolph family, Mom, Dad, and their only 
child, fourteen year old daughter Cherry, would be going up to the exclusive 
resort area of Silverstone in the remote and majestic northern lake country. 

It was a long trip, and Mom had spent most of the early part of the night 
fixing a tasty picnic lunch for her family. 

Dad had suggested that everybody retire early and get plenty of sleep, since 
he would be rousing them early in the morning, when dawn showed. 

He wanted to get off to an early start, in order to arrive at Silverstone 
before nightfall of the following day. 

Dad was as good as his word, and obviously he took his own advice, since he 
and Mom had gone off to their bedroom at a little before twelve. 

But not Cherry. That darling miss had gone to her room, and had lain in bed 
awake for what seemed like hours, unable to drift off to sleep. 

She supposed it was because she was so excited. She had never been to 
Silverstone, and this would be the first year she was permitted to join Mom 
and Dad. 

School was done for the summer season-thank heaven-and Cherry looked forward 
to a season of delight at the posh resort. 

But that was hardly the only reason she could not sleep. There was so much 
commotion in the house that it had gotten her all restless and fired up. 

Aunt Kate was going with the family. Kate really was Cherry's aunt, since 
Kate was the younger sister, the kid sister of Lucinda Randolph, Cherry's 
mom. 

But Kate was only in her early twenties, lovely, full of life and fun. She 
and Cherry were great pals, and Cherry never thought of her as anything so 
stuffy as an aunt. 

Kate was joining them on this vacation. She was very, very close to her 
older sister Lucinda, and to the rest of Lucinda's family. 

Often during the year, Kate came to stay for an extended visit, although the 
truth was that Kate lived so close that she really didn't have to stay over. 

Not that Cherry minded. She was wild about Kate. By her, Kate was strictly 
terrific. Kate was the older sister Cherry wished she had. 

There was a lot that a fourteen year old girl could learn from a mature, 
lovely, and independent young lady like Kate Benton. 

Cherry was getting a real lesson in life--and love-from watching Kate now. 

Kate was on the couch with her boyfriend, John Foster. 

He was in his late twenties, tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, virile. 
Cherry thought that he was just the dreamiest! 

Apparently Kate shared that opinion, and more, as she eagerly demonstrated 
on the couch to John's delight and Cherry's edification. 

Kate was a tall, leggy brunette, with a thin, delicately featured face, pert 
and pretty, with dark brown hair framing a wide ivory oval face. 

Kate looked like a younger version of Cherry's mom, the difference being 
mainly that Lucinda was full-bodied and indeed voluptuous, while Kate, no 
less lovely, was leaner and more girlishly developed. 

Kate lay on her back on the couch, while John lay on top of her. Her face 
was turned up for his passionate kisses, and her arms were locked on his 
broad back. 

Kate's long brown hair fell across the seat cushions and fanned down the 
side of the couch. One long, lovely, denim-clad leg hung off the couch's 
edge. 

Kate wore a white short-sleeved summer blouse and skin-tight designer jeans. 
Her white sandals lay on the floor where she had earlier kicked them off. 

It was dim in the living room, with all the lights but one extinguished, and 
that light a small one which shed a warmly intimate glow. 

Off to one side of the living room was a flight of stairs leading up to the 
second floor of the house , where the bedrooms were. 

This staircase was partially concealed by an overhanging wall which began 
just below the midpoint of the flight of stairs. 

Here was where Cherry crouched in coy concealment, just peeking her 
pony-tailed head around the white plaster comer of the overhanging wall. 

Cherry was a little doll, pert and coltish. Young she was, but her features 
were doll-like, striking, heartbreakingly attractive. 

She was some few inches over five feet tall. She was a skinny little thing, 
with her body just recently ripening into womanly curves. 

Those curves were as yet only just developing, but even so, she was 
delicious. 

It was a hot summer night, and even though the house had central air 
conditioning, Cherry was dressed in a pair of shortie pajamas. 

These pajamas were made of the softest, lightest fabric, fitting and feeling 
like a caress on her smooth soft skin. 

They consisted of a short-sleeved top with a knotted drawstring bow at the 
throat, and a pair of naughty little bikini panties at the bottom. 

Cherry's thick dark hair was pulled back in a luxuriant ponytail which shone 
with the glossy glimmer of good health. 

Her face was sharp-featured, elegant, with dark wide eyes and a cute little 
tumed-up button nose and wide, soft, pink rosebud lips. 

Now, as she leaned forward and peered down at her aunt Kate and Kate's 
boyfriend John, Cherry's eyes smoldered with interest. 

Cherry had discovered sex and the mysteries of love to some extent. She knew 
that love and sex make the world go round. 

In the last year or two, girlhood had ended, bringing on dramatic changes in 
her form, in her emotions, in her way of thinking. 

The raging hormonal storms of puberty had wrought their changes on her 
girlish physique, changes which awed yet delighted her. 

First she had gotten her period, been blooded. When she got it, she felt 
like she had joined the club and was initiated into the society of women. 

Her formerly flat little chest had tingled with growing developments. 
Softness and roundness had sprouted at her pectorals. 

To her wondering amazement, she had developed breasts, which rose from the 
flat plain of her chest to form tender little mounds of flesh. 

There were other changes, too-such as the matting of thin silky dark hairs 
which sprouted on her little pink-lipped pussy. 

Changes had taken place which were not so physically obvious, but which were 
none the less powerful for all of that. 

There was this whole business of boys and girls, for example--like all the 
other girls her age in school, Cherry had gone boy-crazy. 

Constantly she wondered what it would be like to be with a boy, really be 
with him, to give herself to him and be made a woman. 

Cherry did not fool herself that merely developing physically had qualified 
her for womanhood. She was still a girl. 

She would remain a girl, as long as she was a virgin. 

Thoughts of sex filled her waking hours. Even at night, in her dreams, she 
was not exempt from images of love and desire. 

Like virtually all adolescents, she had an unlimited and nearly insatiable 
amount of curiosity about the act of love. 

She , was intrigued about the mechanics of the sex act, how it was done. She 
had a fair amount of book learning on the subject. 

Still, a sensible girl like Cherry knew that there was no substitute for the 
real thing, and she was determined to find out all she could. 

Perhaps it was wrong of her to spy on Kate and her lover like this. Cherry 
didn't think that Kate would really mind, though. 

Cherry came from a most sophisticated family-just how sophisticated, she 
would not fully know until the vacation at Silverstone. 

However, the curious tender teen would get a taste of that sophistication as 
she watched Kate and John do whatever it is that they would do. 

Kate was spending the night at the house of Cherry's parents. John Foster 
had arrived after dinner to take her out on a date. 

The young couple had not arrived until about a half-hour ago, when the house 
was dark and Cherry and Mom and Dad were tucked up tight. 

Kate had a key to the house, so she was able to enter without difficulty, 
and without having to waken one of the family to gain entrance. 

But Cherry was already awake. For an hour or more she had been awake in her 
little room, lying on her back, fidgeting, tossing and turning. 

Try as she might to drop off to sleep, she had been unable to. She guessed 
she was revved up and excited by the prospect of the coming trip. 

Awake as she was, she had heard the low thrumming hum of John Foster's car 
motor as the vehicle pulled up in the driveway. 

John didn't park in the street-this was an exclusive, expensive residential 
neighborhood, whose inhabitants paid high taxes and demanded-and got-good 
police protection. 

To discourage prowlers, wanderers, and outsiders from the neighborhood, a 
law forbade cars to be parked on the street between two o'clock and dawn. 

Any car so found by the numerous police patrols making their rounds down the 
winding suburban streets would be duly and dutifully ticketed. 

So, John Foster parked in the driveway. He and Kate must have been kissing 
or something, because they were out in the car some ten minutes or more, 
parked with the lights out, before Cherry heard the couple enter the house. 

John and Kate were in the living room, trying hard not to make noise and 
wake up the rest of the family, whom they assumed were fast asleep. 

Perhaps they were a bit tipsy or stoned, since from time to time Cherry 
heard one or the other of them bumping into a piece of furniture, then 
trying vainly to stifle giggles. Cherry listened real hard. 

She listened and at last she yielded to temptation and got out of bed. 

She padded barefoot to the closed bedroom door. Carefully, labouringly, her 
fingers turned the knob and silently eased open the door. 

The hall was dim, lit mainly by diffuse light which came up the stairwell 
from the living room below, where John and Kate were. 

Cherry glanced down the hall, to where Mom and Dad's bedroom was located. 
The door was firmly, sensibly shut. 

No lights showed under it, and there were no sounds of her parents up and 
about at this late hour. Cherry listened very carefully. 

She tiptoed down the carpeted hall with exaggerated caution, toes feeling 
the way, inching over the carpeted floor noiselessly. 

John and Kate weren't talking much anymore, although from time to time 
Cherry heard a low easy murmur of conversation from them. 

She went to the stairs and sat down on the top step, resting her little buns 
there. She slowly went down the stairs. 

She reached the midpoint of the stairs, right at the edge of the overhanging 
white wall, which protected her from being seen from below. 

Not that John and Kate were too concerned with anybody else. They had their 
hands and arms full with each other, as Cherry was thrilled to see. 

Red spots of color rose in her cheeks when she gazed down into the living 
room and saw John and Kate sprawled on the couch. 

John was an athletically built six footer, with a fine head of sandy hair, 
green eyes, and a clean shaven tanned face. 

His muscular frame swelled against the fashionable sport shirt and slacks he 
wore. His loafers lay on the floor in front of the couch, where he had 
kicked them off. 

Cherry sat, leaning far forward. Her bottom rested on a stair, and her 
elbows rested on her knees, and she held her head in her hands. 

Kate and John were really making out! Their mouths were locked together and 
their jaws worked as they thrust and rubbed tongues. 

Kate was on her back, her arms wrapped around John Foster's broad upper 
back. He lay stretched out on top of her. 

His slacks were stretched taut across his buns and his muscular thighs 
swelled and flexed as he pressed and rubbed Kate. 

Well, Cherry had made out herself. More than once. She had been to some 
boy-girl parties at houses where parents weren't home. 

Cherry loved to kiss and could do it for hours. When she made out with some 
of her boyfriends from school, she got really hot and bothered. 

Sometimes the boy would press against her. His thing would get hard in his 
pants, so that Cherry felt the lump of flesh pressing against her. 

The boy would rock and push and press and rub his stiff penis against her 
while they kissed. Sometimes the heat of the rubbing got to Cherry. 

Having her pussy pressed and rubbed, even through clothes, got her all weak 
and wet. When she was really excited, she would let the boy, if he was 
really cute and she really liked him, lift her skirt and play with her 
titties. 

Sometimes the boys wanted to open her pants and reach inside, but Cherry 
never let them get that far. 

Cherry was happy to see that she was on the right track. John and Kate were 
doing no more than Cherry had done with some of her boyfriends. 

Kate hugged John, fondled and caressed his broad rippling shoulders. As they 
kissed, he pressed his groin against Kate's. 

Cherry was most interested to see what Kate would do. 

Cherry was no innocent. She knew about the facts of life. Her parents, no 
prudes, had always instructed their daughter that sex was a natural and 
important part of life. 

She had seen the films in her junior high school health and hygiene classes. 
She had studied the clinical, anti-erotic diagrams in her Family education 
textbook. 

She had even seen some sex scenes in the R-rated movies she had gotten in to 
see. But there was no substitute for the real thing.... 

She hoped that she was going to get to see some of the real thing as she 
watched Kate and her boyfriend John on the couch. 

John worked in the city, and would not be joining Kate and the rest of the 
family on the trip tomorrow. 

However, he would be heading up for the lakeside resort of Silverstone as 
soon as the weekend rolled around, in a few days. 

Cherry's Dad had taken off some time from work, to vacation with his wife 
and daughter at the resort. 

Cherry and Mom would stay there throughout most of the summer. After the 
first week or so, Dad would commute back home, and would join them on 
weekends. 

Since Kate wouldn't see or be with her boyfriend for a few days, Cherry had 
hopes that the young lady would give John something to remember her by. 

Down below, John pulled his mouth off Kate's. Kate was hot-eyed, dreamy, 
sighing. Her face blushed from his kisses and his touch. 

Her mouth was open, lips moist with saliva. She fondled his hair and turned 
up her face for more of his kisses. 

John stopped kissing her on the mouth. He pasted scores of quick tiny kisses 
on her face, then licked his way down her neck. 

His face was over her bosom. Kate had pert pear-shaped breasts which stood 
up full and firm inside her shirt. 

The top of her blouse was unbuttoned, flashing the swelling curves of her 
breasts where the flesh was tanned a rich golden glowing hue. 

John's face was held poised over Kate's bosom. His face was as red and 
flushed as hers was. Cherry felt like she would really see something now. 

Sure enough, she did. 

John pressed his heated face in Kate's bosom and nuzzled her breasts through 
her blouse, pressing against soft bosom flesh. 

Kate oohed and aahed. Her head tilted back, swirling her long dark hair. She 
fondled John's hair, pressing his head-to her flesh. 

He peeled back the folds of her blouse and unbuttoned them and exposed her 
breasts. Her nipples stood out as stiff points. 

He slipped his hand inside her blouse and fondled her. Kate was braless, her 
pert full breasts standing firm without the need for support. 

Tiring of this indirect method, John eased up off her. 

Alarmed, stifling a gasp, Cherry pressed back, ducking behind the overhang, 
fearful that the lovers would part for the night. 

Hardly--as Cherry happily discovered a moment later, when she dared take 
another look, John was undressing Kate. 

Cherry's eyes bulged in the sockets. The rosy red spots of heated color 
glowing in her cheeks fanned through the rest of her face. 

Her fair face burned in a heated blush. Other warmth tingled inside her, 
especially a creeping wet warmth between her legs. 

Kate, sitting up on the couch, pulled up her blouse, baring her breasts. She 
let the blouse drop to the floor. 

She was very tan, but the bikini top she had worn under the sun showed its 
outline in a pair of milky-white triangles covering her breasts. 

That contrast-of those milky white breasts against the glowing golden tone 
of the rest of her taut flesh-was delicious. 

Her nipples were a rich, deep dark pink, with neat round aureoles haloing 
the pert stiff points of the nipples. 

Kate was quite well formed. Thinking of her own budding breasts, Cherry 
wistfully wondered when she would develop such a fine set as Kate. 

John was quite open in his admiration for Kate's endowment. His hands were 
on her tender breasts, feeling and fondling and caressing. 

Kate smiled a slow sexy smile, clutching her boyfriend's shoulders as he 
handled her breasts. His hands stroked the soft fleshy mounds. 

He played with her nipples, taking them one by one between his fingers, 
rolling, pulling, playfully tweaking them. 

Tingling throbbed in Cherry's own nipples, which were pert little points of 
flesh jutting from the tips of her tender mounds. 

Her little nipples stiffened, puckered, became hard, like points of rocky 
flesh. They were sore from stiffness. 

They stood out like tiny pink pebbles against the soft, clinging fabric of 
her pajama top, a fabric so sheer and fine and lightweight that it seemed 
almost nonexistent. 

Cherry's breasts were only slightly larger than plums, ripely delicate pink 
plums which sprouted from her lean torso. 

Those nipples throbbed. Each time they pulsed, they made her quiver all 
over, especially between the legs. 

Cherry pressed her long legs together, squeezing her slim pink thighs 
against her little pussy, which had begun to tingle, too. 

If the tender teen was tingling just from watching, she could imagine how 
Kate must be feeling under the fondling. 

And John, too-Cherry saw Kate slip her slim hand between her boyfriend's 
legs and press the stiff erection in the groin of his trousers. 

Now it was his turn to moan with wanting, as Kate fondled him between the 
legs, rubbing his stiff penis, exciting him. 

He pressed his face to her bosom, and his hands were replaced by his mouth, 
which pressed hot fierce kisses on her bare breasts. 

Kate leaned dose to John and whispered something, some suggestion, into his 
ear. Eagerly he disengaged and got off the couch. 

Luckily for Cherry, he stood so that his back was to the stairs where she 
lurked and spied on him and Kate-but he was so aroused and involved with 
Kate that he, and Kate, were oblivious to all else but each other. 

John rose and stood at the side of the couch. For an instant he was in 
profile, giving Cherry a real good look at his endowment. 

The red burning blush glowed deeper and hotter on her face, as her wide eyes 
eagerly examined the way his erection bulged in the groin of his pants. 

Kate was moving, too, moving on the couch, pulling her long legs under her, 
tucking them under her so that she knelt on the couch. 

John faced her. He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, took down his 
zipper. 

His pants fell down around his feet. He wore a pair of tight white cotton 
briefs whose crotch was stretched to the bursting point by his erection. 

He pulled down his shorts-a stiff penis flopped down and jutted from his 
hips, red and thickly swollen, bobbing in Kate's face. 

Kate oohed and aahed. Her pink pointed tongue made a circuit of her lips, 
wetting them with moisture and makingg them shine. 

She took the lead now, reaching out and taking hold of John's stiff penis, 
squeezing and stroking the rigidly red shaft. 

His hairy balls were hard, swollen. She stroked them and made him shlyer. 

She moved her head to his hips and pressed her lips against the heack'df his 
penis. Those puckered lips pressed hot smooching kisses on his cock head. 

Cherry could hardly breathe, she was so excited. She was surely seeing more 
than she ever dared hope to see! 

John's handsome features were red and thick with lust as Kate's smooching 
lips pressed his wide, swollen cock head with kisses. 

Her fingers lightly slid along his shaft, feeling and fondling him. He 
fondled her hair, smoothing it against her scalp. 

Taking a firm hold of the member, Kate stuffed the head of it in her mouth. 

She took it between her lips, pressing the lips below the arching rim of his 
cock head. She licked and sucked and slurped on the swollen head. 

Moaning, John Foster leaned forward, working his hips, sliding the full 
length of his member across her lips and into her hot sweet sucking mouth. 

Kate's head bobbed back and forth as she sucked her boyfriend. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As she watched Kate make love to her boyfriend by mouth, sweat oozed from 
the pores of Cherry's smooth soft skin, soaking her. 

The thin sheen of sweat made her nightie cling to her damp flesh, moistening 
the fragile fabric. The sweat was musky and sweet. 

Cherry's nipples ached like anything. Each time they throbbed, she felt the 
pulse of them all the way down to her pussy. 

Anxiously, aroused, she pressed her lean pink thighs together, squeezing 
them against the thin and quivering lips of her precious pussy. 

The sweat which poured from her pores, soaking her pajama top, was mild 
compared to the secretions oozing inside her sex. 

Cherry was dripping wet between her legs. Wet, and hot. Moisture oozed from 
between her pussy lips to soak into the cotton crotch of her pretty little 
panties. 

When she pressed her thighs against her pussy lips, the labia quivered even 
more fiercely, sending shivery sensations through her. 

Down below, Kate's head and mouth worked out below John Foster's waist. 

John still wore his shirt, which showed dark circles of sweat under the 
arms, and was wet and damp and pressed his broad back. 

But below the shirt he was naked, with lean hips, rounded buttocks, muscular 
hairy thighs flexing with tension. 

His penis was a rod of flesh jutting from his hips. In the position where he 
stood on the floor at couch-side, his groin was level with the head of Kate. 

His stiff penis was plugged in her mouth. Kate clutched his hips as she 
bobbed her head back and forth and thus sucked his member. 

Her puckered lips slid up and down his pole of flesh. She started slowly and 
teasingly, gliding her head back and forth. 

Her long masses of shimmering brown hair rippled like water. That hair, 
parted in the middle of her scalp, fell down on either side of her face. 

The hair was cut in a simple sweeping curve, the tips of which brushed her 
smooth bare shoulders. As she rocked her head back and forth, her flailing 
hair whipped lightly against John's corded thighs and his cock and balls. 

His penis was long, thick, and red. Soon it glistened with Kate's saliva. 

As she bobbed her head back and forth, his penis got wetter and redder. 
Saliva spilled down the sides of her mouth, wetting her chin. 

She sucked and slurped, liquid sounds reaching Cherry clearly on the steps. 

Kate's head bobbed-John threw his hips forward, sliding his penis deeper 
into her mouth, pushing it far into the back of the mouth. 

Cherry wondered how Kate could manage to take such an impressive rod of 
flesh deep in her mouth without choking. 

Kate was obviously quite skilled at this oral specialty. John Foster 
clenched his teeth and die wed the inside of his cheeks to keep from crying 
out with pleasure. 

Back and forth Kate's head bobbed, the motions causing her pert breasts to 
jiggle enticingly, the nipples standing out on the full firm mounds. 

John's buttocks were tightly clenched and hard as he worked his member in 
and out, back and forth, driving it ever faster. 

When he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his member from inside Kate's 
mouth, she would bob her head backward, away from him. 

He would pull back until only the head of his penis was held between her 
lips. 

Then he would lurch forward, sliding his member over her lips and plunging 
it deep into her mouth, so that it sank within her lips. 

He rocked faster and faster. There was the sound of John grunting for 
breath, and the steady liquid sound of the sucking. 

From the way John twisted his head from side to side, moaning softly and 
more and more frequently, Cherry guessed that the climax was at hand. 

She guessed correctly. Suddenly, John Foster threw his hips forward, 
plunging his stiff penis deep into Kate's mouth. 

He had gone so deep that the base of his shaft was encircled by her parted, 
puckered lips, while Kate's nose pressed his thick dark pubic patch. 

Instead of pulling back, this time he held his cock deep in her. 

He shook and shivered, his face compressing, red sweating features 
scrunching up and face twisting with ecstasy. 

He came. Kate tilted her head back and the corded muscles of her swan-like 
neck flexed and shifted as she gulped his seed down her throat. 

Cherry was deliciously shocked by Kate's daring. Why, Kate didn't even so 
much as blink an eye when she swallowed down his come! 

John shook and shivered. He tossed his head this way and that like a stud 
bull, sweat showing and shining on his face. 

He put his hands on Kate's smooth bare shoulders and held on tight to keep 
his balance. The last throes of his orgasm forced a gasp from him. 

Then he stopped shaking, erotic tension now released in blissful sexual 
satisfaction. 

He moaned weakly and some of the stiffness left his muscular form and his 
taut body sagged as the heat of afterglow filled him. 

He whispered endearments to Kate. He fondled her hair and face. She 
continued to clutch his cock in her sucking mouth. 

Would they do more? Would they- 

A light touch fell on Cherry's shoulder. At the same time, a hand covered 
her mouth. She was caught! 

Dread filled her. Warm breath tickled her pink shell-like ear as a mouth 
moved close to it to whisper to her. 

"Honey, it's time you were in bed," Dad said softly. "Now come on up, and 
don't make any noise that might give you away." 

The hand, which had been clapped over her mouth to stifle any outcry of 
surprise from the youngster, was now removed. 

Cherry felt weak, shaky, and very guilty. She cast a glance down at the 
living room, but happily, Kate and John were unaware of what was taking 
place on the stairs. 

Cherry was all hot and cold at once. She rose, but her legs were rubbery and 
her knees were so weak that she had a difficulty in standing. 

Dad was there. He held her by the arm, supporting her so she wouldn't lose 
her balance. She leaned against him and went upstairs. 

Dad, Dolan Randolph, was a maturely handsome man in his middle forties with 
a lion-like head and a fine, fit, athletic frame. 

He wore only a pair of striped pajama bottoms on this warm night, and was 
bare from the waist up, muscles shifting and sliding and flexing. 

He had broad shoulders, thick arms, a wide chest with a torso that tapered 
down to lean hips and a flat, taut belly. 

Curly black hair, masses of it, covered his chest, belly, back, and 
shoulders. The thick hair was surprisingly soft and fleecy, Cherry knew. 

She tiptoed up the stairs, quiet as a little mouse. So involved had she been 
in watching Kate and John, that she had been unaware of Dad coming up behind 
her. 

It was dim at the top of the stairs, where only a little light leaked up the 
stairwell from the living room. 

Cherry glanced down the hall, where the door to her parents bedroom lay 
slightly ajar. The bedroom was dark, the lights off. 

Cherry was glad, since she hoped that her mother wasn't awake, too. 

Dad whispered, "That wasn't very nice, honey." 

"I know, Dad! I'm sorry!" Cherry gripped his muscular forearm. "You-you 
won't tell on me to Kate, will you?!" 

"No, of course not, darling ... you know me better than that!" Dad grinned, 
that wide smooth shining grin which Cherry never failed to find utterly 
charming. 

"It'll be our little secret, Cherry. No harm done. But you get to bed now, 
honey, since we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." 

"I sure will, Dad!" 

Father and daughter spoke in hushed low tones only they could hear. Dad 
walked Cherry down the hall to her bedroom. 

"Goodnight, sweetheart." 

"'Night, Daddy!" 

Cherry stood on tiptoes to kiss her tall daddy on his cheek. Her pink 
rosebud lips pressed his cheek in a quick wet kiss. 

Dad laughed fondly and gave Cherry a little pat on the rear. "Now, you get 
your buns in bed and you keep them there for the rest of the night!" 

Cherry promised she would and she went into her bedroom, easing the door 
shut behind her, then crossing the floor and hopping into bed. 

Dad stood outside her door for a moment, listening to her climb into bed, 
hearing the soft squeaking of bedsprings and the sighing of the girl. 

A moment passed, two. and still he did not hear Cherry stray from her bed. 
Chuckling to himself, he went on down the hall. 

He had to pass the stairwell in order to reach his bedroom. As he passed it 
he paused, listening for the sounds of Kate and John. 

He heard soft moans, sighs, murmurs. He stood at the top of the stairs for a 
moment, ears cocked, listening to the sounds of love. 

At last he shrugged and, grinning slyly, he tiptoed down the stairs and took 
up the position formerly occupied by his daughter. 

Looking down into the living room from behind the overhanging white wall, 
Dad had a deliciously good look at Kate and John. 

The young lovers had adopted a new position. Kate stood with her jeans and 
panties down and her backside presented to John. 

Dolan felt his cock begin to stiffen. 

Kate leaned forward from the waist, so that she was bent forward at a right 
angle, propping herself up by pressing her palms against an arm of the 
couch. 

In that position, her pert breasts dangled, the nipples stiff and dark pink. 
Her buttocks were thrust out, pressing toward John. 

She was a lithe, long-legged young lady with a deliciously rounded rump and 
a pair of stunningly slender and long legs. 

Her jeans, her panties, lay on the floor not far from her feet, where she 
had stepped out of the garments. 

John approached her from behind. The sucking she had given him only minutes 
ago had not diminished the vigor of his stiffly swollen penis. 

His member stood out straight and tall, burning a dull glowing red, saliva 
shining stickily on the shaft. 

His penis was a red arrow pointed at her rear. He came up behind her, his 
cock twitching, bobbing, swaying slightly. 

He embraced her from behind, big strong hands wrapping around smooth hips to 
rub and fondle and embrace them. 

Kate invitingly wiggled her backside, lush buttocks jiggling. Leaning back, 
she pressed her soft warm rear against his rod. 

John stifled a moan as his stiff red member was pressed by the lush softness 
of her backside. He pressed his penis in the crack of her ass. 

The stiff red rod nestled lengthwise in the bottom cleft, soft bottom flesh 
pressing it on either side. He rocked back and forth. 

His member got stiffer and more swollen from rubbing her rear. Kate spread 
her feet wider apart, parting her thighs and opening the access to her 
pussy. 

Below the ripely rounded globes of her rear were a pair of rosy red pussy 
lips, fragile butterflies of labial flesh. 

John reached between her legs and rubbed her. Kate's face glowed in 
pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, while her mouth gaped open. 

She moved back and forth, responding to his feeling and fondling of her. His 
hand worked between her legs. 

He stroked her soft pussy lips. Kate's breath came faster. Her breasts 
bobbed and shook like ripe pears dangling on a tree branch. 

John pressed the top of his middle finger against her pussy lips. He eased 
it inside her, sliding the finger between the pussy lips. 

Kate gasped as the finger filled her up to its knuckle. 

John fucked her with his finger for a moment or two, getting her hot and 
wet. He eased his finger in and out, back and forth. 

Juices from her sweet sex shone on the finger. She got wetter, with pussy 
secretions seething and oozing around the finger which fucked her. 

At the same time, Cherry was playing with herself in bed, trying to do 
something to ease her terrific erotic tension. 

Watching Kate take her boyfriend by mouth and suck him off had set Cherry's 
imagination on fire-and her libido, too. 

Like all adolescents, the juices of life were fresh and strong in her flesh. 
Now she was on fire with lust which must be satisfied. 

She lay in bed, covered only with a sheet, the muted hum of the air 
conditioner vent hanging in the darkness of the room. 

Sweet Cherry lay on her back with a sheet pulled up to her neck. Her hands 
were busy under the sheet. 

Her eyes were closed, so nothing interfered with the bright mental image 
pictures which filled her head and excited her further. 

In her mind's eye, she replayed the scene of all that she watched Kate and 
John Foster performing so enthusiastically downstairs. 

Cherry's nipples were stiff little buttons-more sore than ever. It seemed as 
though they wouldn't soften naturally and go flat by themselves. 

Cherry wondered in a flash of stomach-churning anxiety if Daddy had seen her 
stiff nipples. He was a shrewd one who didn't miss much. 

Anyway, he hadn't been mad or anything at her-if anything, he had seemed 
amused by her eager interest in the acts of love. 

Thoughts and mental images of Daddy mixed in her mind with pictures of Kate 
and John Foster and Mom and some boys she liked from school. 

Cherry thought of them all as she touched herself. She knew she was going to 
play with her pussy until she made herself come. 

She felt a little guilty about that-not that she thought masturbation was 
bad, but because she thought it was a childish. 

After all, she was growing up. Little girls played with themselves, but big 
girls should have lovers to make them come alive. 

Cherry had only been with boys roughly her own age, or a year or two older. 
Some of them had tried really hard to get into her pants. 

But she had never let any of them get farther than rubbing her pussy through 
her panties-and that treat had been reserved for only one or two boys. 

Once, very daringly, she had touched a boy's thing--he was really cute and 
really horny and he had begged her for some relief. 

He opened his pants and reached inside them and pulled his stiff penis out 
of the flyhole. It was long and thick and hard. 

He took Cherry's hand and pressed it in her lap, rubbing it against his 
penis. He had guided her hand, wordlessly showing her where and how to rub 
him. 

His thing had been throbbing and oh so hot when she touched it. The boy was 
even hotter than his penis and had come quickly. 

It had only taken a few strokes of Cherry's shy slim-fingered hand on his 
shaft to bring him off and make him come. 

He had moaned loudly, his face all red and twisted, mouth gaping wide open 
as he came and spurted masses of semen. 

Semen bubbled up from his penis, spurting on the cushions of the couch and 
narrowly missing getting on Cherry's clothes. 

She got some of the stuff on her hand, and had wiped it off with some 
tissues. The boy had been so grateful and loving! 

But Cherry had never let a boy put even a finger on her naked pussy. Now, in 
her bed, she fingered herself through her panties. 

The cotton crotch of the panties wad damp with the secretions which had 
oozed through her pussy lips while she sat on the stairs. 

Cherry pressed and rubbed herself, sliding her fingers up and down. 

And those stiff little nipples of hers-like her pussy, they, too, cried out 
for some loving attention. 

Cherry took hold of the drawstring of the knotted bow of her pajama top, and 
pulled it open and untied it. 

With the knotted bow untied, she was able to open the front of the nightie 
top, peeling the folds of fabric to the sides. 

She did so, baring the tender little plum-shaped buds of her breasts, mounds 
crowned by the sweetest and most petite pink nipples. 

Cherry felt her breasts, fingers sliding over the softest flesh. Again and 
again those caressing fingers strayed to her nipples. 

She squeezed and pulled the nipples. When she pinched them really hard, they 
hurt, but it was a good hurt which set her trembling. 

Heat rose in her crotch, and fondling herself through the panties suddenly 
was not enough. 

So, she reached inside them. 

Inside the panties it was hot and humid. Her little bush was damp with 
sweat, while her pussy lips were sticky with her juices. 

Her pussy lips quivered as she touched herself down there. She seemed 
incredibly sensitive, with the slightest touch making her gasp. 

Her fingers slid caressingly, up and down the pussy lips. As she fondled 
herself between the legs with one hand, the other hand played with her 
titties. 

Her sliding hand pushed down her moist panties, so that they were rolled to 
the tops of her thighs, baring her sex to her touch. 

Cherry was hot and breathless. She pressed the tip of her middle finger 
against the pussy lips and slowly eased it inside. 

Within the slitted pink pussy lips she was wet and dripping, with sticky 
juices making the pussy walls all slippery. 

Cherry slipped her finger in gingerly. She was tight inside her little slit, 
and membranes pressed the finger easing within them. 

She put the finger in deep, until the tip of it touched the tender tissue of 
her maidenhead and set it to quivering. 

Cherry quickly pulled her finger back out. She didn't want to get involved 
with the physical barrier to womanhood-her maidenhead. 

That was the one thing that scared her about sex-in order to make love, she 
would have to have her cherry broken. 

She had heard that it hurt. She was worried, but she knew that someday she 
would have to sacrifice that small piece of flesh. 

Someday soon. But not yet. 

Her fingertip pressed the top of her slit, finding the tiny button of her 
clitoris. When she rubbed it, sparks shot through her. 

Cherry turned her sweating face and pressed it in the pillow to muffle her 
soft cries of desire as she rubbed the clitoris faster and harder. 

She imagined what it would be like to have a man, a real handsome man, all 
naked and hard in her bed-in her. 

When she surrendered her virginity, she wanted the occasion to be really 
special. She wanted a tender and inexperienced lover. 

She wondered what it was like for Kate when John did it to her. 

John was very big between his legs-even from where she had lurked at the 
middle of the stairway, Cherry had seen the size of his thing. 

Cherry wondered if a big thing like that could fit inside her. After all, 
even her middle finger felt tight when she put it inside her pussy. 

As she wondered, she worked her fingers between her legs, sliding them on 
her little clitoris and kindling an erotic fire. 

She came. 

When she climaxed, she closed her thighs and pressed them real hard against 
her pussy, the membranes of which convulsed with orgasm. 

She pressed those thighs against her hand, squeezing it, pressing it hard 
against her pussy flesh as convulsions shook her. 

She took a comer of the pillow in her mouth and bit down on it, hard, to 
keep from crying out from the ecstasy which shook her. 

Downstairs in the living room, Kate and John knew ecstasy of their own. 

John gripped the red rod of his penis, its swollen head rising out from his 
fist. He pressed the head to Kate's pussy. 

He slid the cock head up and down her slit. The tip of the cock head pressed 
the slot where her pussy lips joined and rolled up and down them. 

Kate groaned with desire, and moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed hard 
against the penis which was held to it. 

John firmly held the head of the member to Kate and wedged open the lips of 
her pussy with the cock head, exposing slippery pink membranes. 

He stuffed his swollen cock head inside her. Kate gasped as she was entered. 
He inched forward, working his rod in and out of her. 

He thrust forward, penetrating her. His hips rocked her buttocks, rippling 
them, and the impact set her dangling breasts to bobbing. 

He put his thing deep in her, so that the base of his cock was gripped by 
her pussy lips. He took a full firm hold of her hips. 

His hands clutched those hips as he fucked her. She responded with passion 
equal to his own, and worked her hips in response. 

His penis was a thick red rod pumping in and out of her pussy. 

The penis of Cherry's father, Dolan Randolph, stood up straight and tall in 
his pajama bottoms, rising like a tentpole. 

He gripped the head of the cock and squeezed it, playing with himself as he 
watched his wife's kid sister being fucked. 

When his excitement reached a fever pitch, he rose silently, his erection 
swelling and bulging in the front of his pajama bottoms. 

He padded up the stairs and hurried to his own bedroom, where his luscious 
wife Lucinda occupied half of a big double bed. 

He eased the door shut. His eyes were accustomed to the dimness and his feet 
felt their way across the floor as he padded to the bed. 

Lucinda lay in bed, on her side, hair dark on the pillow, hip curved, legs 
bent, breathing softly. 

Dolan Randolph stood at the bedside, tugging his pajama bottoms off his 
hips. They fell to his feet and he was naked. 

His penis was a red hot rod of flesh jutting from his hips. He slid into bed 
beside his wife and pressed up to her. 

Lucinda Randolph was some seven years younger than her husband. She was a 
great beauty, a maturely voluptuous lady, a full-bodied, bosomy brunette. 

Her hair was full and thick, carefully yet simply styled, framing her face. 
Her brown hair was almost black. 

She lay with her head on the pillow, dark lashes fluttering, mouth slightly 
open, her soft slow breathing a murmured hush in the room. 

Dolan Randolph pressed up to her from behind. Lucinda wore a sheer and 
slinky white nightie, a gauzy gown which was full and yet almost 
non-existently fragile. 

He lay on his side and pressed up against her, his stiff penis nestling 
against her backside, a pair of lusciously plump globes. 

The sheer nightie was pulled tight across those globes of flesh. He nuzzled 
her and rubbed his stiff penis against her. 

Lucinda murmured sleepily. He put his hand on her soft smooth shoulder and 
he rolled her on her back on the bed. 

His hands were at the hem of her gown, lifting it up over her long dancer's 
legs, up to her hips, baring her honeyed crotch. 

His desire was fierce, hot. He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it 
wet and smeared saliva on it and then pressed it to her pussy. 

He ran it along her pussy lips, wetting her. He smeared more saliva on the 
head of his cock and then he rolled on top of her. 

His knees opened her thighs, and he pressed the head of his cock against her 
pussy, stuffing it inside her. 

Lucinda came awake as he entered her with one swift surging stroke. 

She was semi-conscious, dazed with sleep, but she murmured with growing 
desire and moved under him, wrapping her arms around him. 

She was hardly ready for him, so his cock was tight in her pussy, lubricated 
at first only by the saliva he smeared there. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was early in the evening, with plenty of golden daylight left before the 
sun slipped below the western hills, so Cherry and Mom went for a walk. 

The family-Mom and Dad, Cherry, and Kate-had arrived at Silverstone in late 
afternoon, and had gotten settled for the last hour or so. 

After most of their belongings were stowed away in the bungalow, Mom 
suggested that Cherry accompany her for a walk to see the sights. 

It sounded like a great idea to Cherry. This was her first visit ever to the 
private resort, and she was eager to explore it. 

Dad declined to come along on the walk. He had done the driving on the long 
trip from home up to this region of mountain lakes. 

Kate likewise declined, saying that she was rather tired from having come 
home so late the night before, and needed a little nap. 

Cherry thought she knew better. She knew why Kate was tired-from all that 
good hard loving she had gotten and given with her boyfriend. 

Cherry would have given a lot, to have been able to stay on the stairs last 
night and watch everything that Kate did with John Foster. 

Cherry was sure that the party hadn't ended between the two young lovers 
after Kate sucked off John-Cherry was positive that she heard them down 
there much later than that, while she lay in her single bed, sleepy and 
satisfied. 

Daddy was a dear, and not by the slightest sign or word did he let on that 
he had caught his darling daughter in the act of peeping. 

Once or twice, when nobody else was watching, he had flashed Cherry a sly 
wink. 

She was very grateful that he didn't bring up the issue. Daddy was a 
darling, but she would have been really embarrassed to have to explain 
herself and her act of spying on the lovers in the living room. 

But Daddy didn't bring up the subject, and neither did she. 

Cherry looked deliciously fetching. She wore a tight white T-shirt and a 
pair of red satin gym shorts, white ankle socks and canvas shoes. 

Lucinda, her mom, wore a short-sleeved pink blouse and a pair of khaki 
shorts and socks and sneakers. 

Mother and daughter followed the dirt path which wound through the thick 
woods surrounding the lake at the resort. 

Silverstone was something really special. Located in the mountainous lake 
district, it was high in the hills, with gorgeous scenery. 

There were endless regions of thick green forest and smoky blue hills. The 
air was like wine, sweet and fresh and clear. 

The resort was located at the plateau of a hilly region. Daddy had explained 
that the lake was created ages ago by glaciers. 

The lake was a round blue with crystal clear water. Located around it were 
the various bungalows where the guests stayed. 

The bungalows were wooden, one story, with porches and plenty of privacy, so 
they were not grouped so closely that one group of guests was on top of 
another. 

'Ihe bungalows had all the conveniences, including indoor bathrooms with 
tubs, a kitchenette where meals could be prepared, and enough rooms for the 
family. 

Privacy was assured, since the lake was the property of the Silverstone 
complex, and as such was closed to all but the guests and staff. 

The place was not particularly crowded, either. From what Cherry had seen of 
the guests since she arrived, they were an extraordinarily good-looking 
bunch. 

She had even seen some kids her own age, including a real cute boy or two. 

She was real glad that there kids her own age here, and not all grownups. 
There were no little kids, though. 

It was a rule of Silverstone that no children under the age of thirteen were 
permitted to attend the resort. 

The patrons of the place came up for peace and quiet, and did not want the 
cries and noise of the small fry to disturb them. 

As a fourteen year old, Cherry guessed she was one of the youngest persons 
at the place. Well, she was well behaved, and could easily fit in. 

She felt quite grown-up. After all, this was the first summer she had ever 
been permitted to come along with her folks. 

Up until now, in previous summers, Cherry had been sent away to summer camp, 
while Mom and Dad vacationed here. 

But this year, Cherry had been delighted when her parents told her that she 
was a big girl, and old enough to come to Silverstone with them. 

Cherry and her mother wandered along the scenic lakeside trail. The aroma of 
the big trees, oaks and pines, was tart and tangy. 

Across the lake could be seen the main lodge. It was made of blond wood, 
unpainted and elegant, designed to integrate into the landscape. 

In the lodge were the various recreation rooms, dance halls, dining room, 
snack bar, game room, bar, and all the other comforts. 

A series of steep wooden stairs spilled down from the lodge to the lakeside, 
where a long dock jutted into the water. 

There was sailing and canoeing. Out at the far end of the lake were two 
white triangles marking a pair of day sailers. 

The lake was small and pure, and no power boats were allowed to spoil the 
mood of the sylvan setting, the peace and quiet. 

Cherry knew she was going to have the best summer ever! 

Back at the bungalow, Dad was working on his own pleasure-and Kate's. 

Kate wore a red blouse and loose-fitting white slacks. Her feet were bare. 

Dolan Randolph, her mature brother-in-law, was dressed in a madras sport 
shirt and a pair of tan Bermuda style shorts. 

In the bungalow, there was a living room with a fireplace, a bedroom with a 
double bed for Dolan and Lucinda, and another bedroom which Cherry and Kate 
would share. 

Kate could have had her own room, but she was more than fond of Cherry, and 
had insisted on bunking with her. 

The two girls would double up and share a bed-but at this moment, while 
Cherry and Mom walked around the lake, Kate shared her bed with someone 
else. 

Daddy-Dolan Randolph, father of Cherry and husband of Kate's older sister. 

Kate and Lucinda had always been exceptionally close, all their lives, and 
shared all their possessions equally. 

Lucinda had some ultra-modern ideas about life and particularly about love, 
ideas which she had passed on to her younger sister. 

The sisters shared all things-including their men. 

Now, Dolan Randolph sat on the bed in the room which Kate and Cherry shared, 
while Kate sat on his lap, exchanging kisses with him. 

Dolan had not had Kate for a while, and was eager for her, ardent. The 
little show he had gotten the night before, when she made love with John 
Foster in the living room, had fired up his passion and he was hot for her. 

She sat on his lap with her soft slim hands resting on his wide strong 
shoulders, clutching them as they exchanged hot kisses. 

Her bottom pressed his groin, the weight of her buttocks soft and warm on 
him. 

His mouth was attached to hers, open mouths locked together, tongues 
thrusting and working, licking and sliding. 

Her mouth was hot and wet and sweet. His tongue rubbed hers and tasted the 
spicy riches of her mouth, while her warm breath wafted in his mouth. 

He held her with one arm around her waist, snuggled up tight. As she leaned 
into him for kisses, her pertly pointed breasts pressed her red blouse. 

Still kissing her, he reached for those breasts and fondled them through her 
shirt. 

Her nipples were stiff. He felt them throb through the shirt. He pressed his 
palm against her mounds and fondled them. 

As her fires rose, she squirmed on his lap, causing him to squirm. 

His penis, pressed by the weight of her rear, throbbed heavily. As she 
moved, her firm buttocks rolled back and forth over his groin. 

His penis, tingling heavily, stirred under her. Growing in twitching jerks, 
the thick limp member stiffened and went hard. 

Within seconds, it was a stiff rod of flesh pressing her rear like a piece 
of lead pipe tucked inside his pants. 

His hand, making free with her breasts, fondling them, dropped down to rest 
on the taut tops of her thighs. 

He fondled her through her slacks. He put his hand between her thighs and 
pressed them open, exposing her crotch to his touch. 

She was all hot and lithe and electric in his arms. He touched her between 
the legs and rubbed her pussy through her pants. 

He finally took his hand away from her crotch-but only so he could take off 
her clothes. He tugged at the bottom of her blouse. 

Kate pulled her mouth off his, her lips moist and pliant. 

"Is this wise?" she murmured. "I mean, what if Lucinda and Cherry should 
come back and find us together?" 

"No worry on that score," he chuckled. "Lucinda will take care of that. 
She'll be sure to take Cherry on a good long walk. They won't be back for an 
hour." 

"Well, then...." Smiling, shrugging prettily, Kate pulled off her blouse and 
discarded it on the floor. 

She was bare from the waist up, since she went braless as usual. 

"I love these," Dolan murmured, fondling her bare breasts, his touch 
lingering on nipples jutting stiffly from the tips of the breasts. 

He eased her off his lap. He and she rose to their feet. 

Clothes rustled as they were removed from their bodies. Presently Dolan and 
Kate stood naked, facing each other. 

Kate was tall, lean, long legged. She had high firm breasts, pert and 
pointed and conical, the nipples standing out stiffly. 

He belly was flat, her hips lean, her thighs taut. There was a delicious 
roundness to her bottom, the buttocks standing out in swelling hemi-spheres. 

Her hair was moderately dark brown. Her pubic bush was quite dark, a 
triangle of soft fur which partially covered the dusky lips of her pussy. 

Her pussy was a flower of flesh between her legs. 

Dolan, equally naked, reached for her. Adult male and young lady pressed 
together frontally in a clinging embrace. 

His stiff penis was standing straight up, sandwiched between his hips and 
hers. Her stiff nipples throbbed against his hard chest. 

As they kissed, his hands roamed her body, sliding down her elegantly curved 
spine to feel and fondle her ripe buttocks. 

She pressed into him, grinding her hips into his. 

They broke the kisses long enough to leave the room. Dolan took her by the 
hand and they padded barefoot and naked into the bedroom he shared with 
Lucinda. 

They would make love in this bed. It didn't matter if they got the sheets 
stained, sweaty, and soiled-since they had no secrets from Lucinda. 

But it was too soon to set Cherry thinking, by presenting her with a bed 
which was damp and disarranged from the act of love. 

Cherry was growing up, yes-but she would have to be brought along with care, 
and slowly initiated and introduced to the bedroom world of her parents and 
Kate. 

Which is why Cherry had been brought along to Silverstone-a very special 
place. 

Kate and Dolan arranged themselves on the bed. Dolan lay on his side. Kate 
climbed on the bed and stretched out on her side, facing him. 

Only Kate positioned herself so that her head was down by his crotch, while 
his head was poised only inches from her pussy. 

Dolan reached for her, taking hold of her hips. Her smooth flesh, resilient 
with the tautness of youth, was smooth yet springy to his touch. 

He pressed his face against her crotch. The fleece of her bush was silky 
against his face, as he moved his kissing lips to her labia. 

At the same time, her hand took hold of his penis, holding it in position so 
that she could stuff it inside her mouth. 

Her puckered lips pressed the penis and slid down the shaft as she took the 
rod into her mouth, taking it deep. 

The cock head throbbed as it slid over the slippery roof of her mouth. Her 
twitching tongue curled its edges around the base of his shaft. 

Kate parted her thighs, lifting one leg to open her pussy to his mouth. Up 
from the folds of pink flesh came the sweet musky perfume of her sex. 

He pressed his lips to her pussy lips and covered them with kisses. 
They-quivered as he smooched them. Kate moaned softly. 

Since her mouth was molded around his member, her moans vibrated through his 
shaft and set his swollen balls to tingling. 

She licked and sucked and slurped at his stiff cock. 

He pressed his tongue to her pussy lips and started licking. From the top of 
the slit to the bottom, then back up again, his tongue traced out her folded 
sex. 

As he licked the labia, covering them with a sticky sheen of saliva, the 
perfume of her pussy got richer, deeper, more musky. 

She pushed her hips forward, grinding her pussy against his mouth. 

He pressed the tongue to her pussy lips and slipped it inside. She shivered 
with lust as the tongue penetrated her pussy. 

Her juices tingled on his tongue. His parted lips pressed her quivering 
pussy lips. Membranes rolled and pulsed on his mouth. 

She tasted sweet, fresh, delicious. He lapped at the juices, swallowing 
them. 

Her mouth worked on his member, slurping and sucking. She gripped the base 
of his stiff shaft and held it while she bobbed her head. 

Heat rose in his member. He rocked his hips, working his cock in her mouth. 

He took his tongue out from inside her, and pressed his tongue below the 
petals of her pussy lips, probing for her clitoris. 

Her clitoris was a pink and pulsing pearl of flesh. She shook when he 
touched his tongue to it and licked it back and forth. 

It was hot in the bungalow bedroom. Sweat oiled their flesh, making it slide 
and cling as they worked each other with their mouths. 

She climaxed first. He licked her clitoris until she came. 

When she orgasmed, she shook all over. Her body vibrated with taut erotic 
tension, smooth female flesh momentarily stiff as marble. 

Her mouth still held his member. She breathed through the comers of his 
stretched lips, sucking air around his swollen shaft. 

She shook and shivered until erotic tension snapped and was released. Then 
stiffness fled her limbs and she slumped loose and relaxed. 

Sighs, pantings gasps, moans-all these extras made his cock seethe as she 
shook off the force of her climax and went back to work with her mouth. 

She sucked him vigorously. Her tongue cradled his cock. Her sucking mouth 
pulled sexual heat into the shaft which filled and fucked it. 

He threw his hips forward and plunged his cock deep. He knew she could take 
it deepso had always been able to do so, as long as he had known her. 

When it came to sucking cocks, Kate had been schooled in that subject by a 
real expert-her loving older sister, Lucinda. 

Dolan's cock was lodged deep in her mouth. His swollen balls shivered. Semen 
bubbled up through the column of his cock. 

He came. 

Semen splashed the tender tissues of her throat. She gulped and slurped and 
swallowed, her mouth a sucking socket of pure electric pleasure. 

Dolan came heavily, in thick quantities. Kate gulped it all down, come 
trickling like thick honey down her gullet. 

He had come, but he wanted more. It had excited him, when he saw Kate being 
taken from behind by her virile young boyfriend. 

Dolan and Kate rested briefly, recovering their sexual strength and desire. 

At last he lifted his wet face from her pussy. His face was wet and shining 
with her juices and his own saliva. 

Her bush was black with the saliva which saturated it. Her quivering pussy 
lips shone with frothy, bubbling saliva from his mouth. 

The taste of her was rich and thick on this tongue. He smacked his lips, 
savoring the sweet spice of her sex. 

His cock, still stiff, was set to trembling as she moved her mouth off it, 
sliding the smooth insides of her lips along the sensitive shaft. 

She sucked up all the excess saliva and semen clinging to his cock, her lips 
pressing tightly against his red penis. 

His cock head came free from her mouth with a liquid popping noise. 

They rested. He rubbed his palm against the curve of her hip, and smoothed 
it along her taut polished thighs. 

Chuckling, he told her of last night-of how he had caught Cherry perched on 
the stairs and spying down on Kate and John Foster. 

He told this in a voice which swelled with parental pride. For her part, 
Kate was not only not upset--she was delighted. 

"That little girl is growing up fast-the little sly boots!" Kate laughed. 
"I'd say that you brought her to Silverstone just in time!" 

"She's eager-and ready," Cherry's father said. "She's at the stage now where 
she needs a positive role model to instruct her in the arts of love." 

Kate squirmed happily as he kissed her between the legs. He continued, 
"Cherry couldn't ask for a better teacher than you." 

"Or Lucinda?" Kate asked teasingly. "It was Lucinda who taught me everything 
that I know-surely she'll do the same for her own daughter?" 

"Indeed she will," Dolan said. "But she'll need your help. You're closer to 
Cherry's age, and you know she idolizes you!" 

"Well, you know that I'm just mad about that girl," Kate said. "She's a 
positively delicious little dear!" 

"I'm sure you'll find out." 

"And you? Hmmmmmmm? Cherry is Daddy's little girl-I could think of no one 
better equipped to, ah, take her ... cherry." 

"Ahhhhhh, you're a wicked one, Kate," he said fondly. 

"Me?" she laughed. "What about you-and Lucinda? Especially you! Look at how 
stiff your cock just got while we were talking!" 

It was true. His penis stood up as stiff and straight and rigid as though he 
had not even come yet. 

He fondled her thighs, her bosom. "It's your charms which excited me, Kate!" 

He got up on his knees in bed, his penis sticking out stiffly like a red hot 
rod of iron pulled from a fiery furnace. 

He reached for Kate and moved on the bed, rolling her on her tummy. Her lush 
buttocks rose up like grapefruits of flesh. 

Kate inched her knees up on the bed. She knelt with her head, arms, and 
upper body pressed flat against the mattress. 

Her bottom was raised so that it was the most elevated part of her body. She 
moved her knees wider apart, opening her thighs to expose her pussy. 

Saliva shone on her quivering pussy lips. She wiggled her bottom saucily, 
her eyes smoldering as she murmured, "Do it to me dog-style!" 

He stood on his knees behind her. He took hold of his penis, pressed the 
wide red swollen head against her buttocks and moved it around. 

Stretched across her bottom was a white triangle of milky flesh which 
covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks. 

This white triangle extended in front of her, too, and marked the outline of 
the very scanty bikini bottom she had worn while tanning. 

Her bottom flesh rippled as he slid his cock across it. He dropped it down 
to her pussy lips where moisture steamed against his cock head. 

"Ummmmmmm, that's the way-give it to me good," she moaned. 

He pressed the cock head to her slitted pussy lips and stuffed it in. She 
was still wet with the juices from the session of oral sex. 

His member sizzled as it was engulfed by pearly-pink pussy membranes. Kate 
was hot and tight and juicy, with a honeyed pussy. 

He took hold of her wriggling hips and slid his cock into her, entering her 
deeply with one surging stroke that penetrated fully. 

Kate oohed when the swollen shaft burrowed up inside her. Her tight wet 
pussy gripped the penis which filled it. 

He went to work, pumping his penis in and out. When he .pulled back, he kept 
the knobbed cock head inside the pussy lips. . 

When he entered her, the cock head burrowed to the pit of her pussy. Each 
stroke was more forceful and surging than the previous one. 

In the position in which she knelt, she was open to him. He fondled her 
thighs, his palms leaving sweaty smears on her skin. 

Moaning, her face red, wet, scrunched up with gasping pleasure, Kate pressed 
her palms into the mattress and lifted herself up. 

Now her breasts were open to him as well. He reached under her and fondled 
them, stiff nipples throbbing under his touch. 

Not only her breasts but her pussy was open to him. He pressed his fingers 
lightly against her clitoris and rubbed it. 

The combination of the clitoral massage, and his stiff shaft pumping in and 
out of her pussy, conspired to bring her swiftly to a shattering climax. 

When she came, he stopped holding back. His hips thrust forward and he 
buried the full length of his penis inside her. 

His cock head knocked at the mouth of her womb as he came. Despite his 
earlier, intense orgasm, he came once again in thick, gushing quantities. 

Her heated membranes were showered with gushing milky white semen. Her 
fingers were claws which dug into the sweaty bedsheets. 

She hissed through clenched teeth from the intensity of the climax. 

All the same, by the time that Cherry and her mother returned to the 
bungalow, Dad and Kate were washed and dressed and coolly collected. 

Lucinda and her younger sister exchanged sly, knowing winks. Cherry had the 
feeling that all the adults were in on some private joke, but for the life 
of her she couldn't figure out what it was-well, she would find out. 

And tonight she would share her bed with Kate.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The bungalow came equipped with its own kitchenette, including a small 
fridge and an electric stove for convenient in-house cooking. 

But Mom didn't feel like rustling up a meal for the gang, so the family 
group went to the dining room of the lodge for dinner. 

The lodge was a big structure and the dining room was a big room, with a 
high ceiling, wooden rafters, Indian-pattern mgs and wall hangings. 

Cherry sat at a table with the other young people, and so got a chance to 
get acquainted with the teens she would be associated with for a good part 
of the summer. 

With her pert, fresh-faced good looks and her lean trim body, Kate could 
have fit right in with the kids. 

But she joined with the adults. 

Some but not all of the guests were taking their meal in the dining room. 
Kate got her first look at what promised to be an interesting bunch of 
people. 

Max Glisser was the managing director of the resort and its genial host. He 
was a big mature man, fit and outdoorsy, deeply tanned. 

Honey was his wife, and she was a blonde bombshell. She was short and 
extremely buxom, with dyed platinum hair and a sensational figure. 

Honey looked like she belonged on a runway in a striptease show or girlie 
revue, not because of the way she was dressed-she was outfitted quite 
conventionally in a simple one-piece summer shift whose hem reached her 
knees, and displayed no cleavage--but merely because of the abundant 
endowments of her body. 

Rita, their daughter, was nineteen, close to Kate's age. Rita was a 
baby-faced nubile girl who peered out from below light-brown bangs. 

Bob Billings, a guest, was a fortyish executive for a leading corporation. 
He had light blonde hair and a thin mustache. 

Karen, his wife, a few years younger, was short and perky. She had short 
straight hair cut close to her round smiling face, and had a lush, an 
expansive bosom. 

Tom Lee was a Texan. He wore a Western-style shirt with white piping and 
mother of pearl buttons, tight jeans, and hand-tooled cowboy boots. 

He was a fine figure of a man, with a bronzed, rawboned clean-shaven face, 
broad shoulders, lean hips, and a slow, drawling way of speaking. 

Lucinda Randolph looked at the big Texan with discreet but definite 
interest. 

Tom's wife was also Texas-sized. Betty Jane was her name, and she was a good 
decade younger than her man, putting her at about thirty. 

She was a stunning raven-haired beauty with the face of a high-fashion model 
and the figure of a pin-up queen. 

Gary Green, forty, was a slim, handsome man with wavy brown hair and warm 
brown eyes and a striking, hawk-like profile. 

His wife, Emily, was particularly exotic, since she was a Chinese-American. 
Her long masses of sleek, jet-black hair were pinned up at the top of her 
head. Her skin was amber, with almond-shaped, serious eyes. She was slim, 
willowy, with a girlish figure that looked twenty years younger than the 
forty years which was her age. 

There were other guests, scattered around the lodge, or in their cabins, or 
boating on the lake or playing on the tennis court. 

While Kate sized up her fellow guests, Cherry did the same at her table. 

Margo and Billy were the offspring of the Billings. Margo was a round-faced, 
busty little brunette, sixteen, with a round face still showing baby fat. 

Billy was seventeen, and quite handsome, well built, with dark thick hair 
covering his ears, pale gray eyes, and a strong, trim body. 

Ken and Karen were the children of Tom and Betty Jane Lee. Ken was fourteen, 
a long lanky kid with a soulful face and long black hair. 

Karen was a nubile beauty, with dark hair, a lovely face, and full breasts. 

After the meal, Cherry went with the others to the game room, located in the 
lower level of the lodge, for the use of the kids. 

Cherry was impressed. The room was filled with the latest video games and 
pinball machines, all of which operated for free, requiring no coins. 

The jukebox, likewise free, was stocked with all the latest hot tunes, the 
booming beat of which soon shook the floor. 

The room was soundproofed, so the youngsters could enjoy their noisy fun 
without disturbing the peace of the adults. 

There was a bar for the adults, and Dolan Randolph and his wife Lucinda 
joined Tom Lee and Betty Jane for a drink. 

Presently the foursome exited the bar, to the knowing looks of the other 
guests. The place was thick with an atmosphere of sexual tension and 
flirtation. 

To the rear of the lodge were some other structures, including a half-dozen 
bungalows, smaller than those used by the guests for sleeping. 

It was to one of these rooms that the foursome retired, Tom Lee unlocking 
the door to the room with a key provided by Max Glisser, the director. 

It was a simple space, with a living room and bathroom, the couch folding 
out into a bed (that would be convenient!). 

Dolan used the phone to call the main desk at the lodge and have a boy send 
over some booze, glasses and ice. 

Presently the foursome lounged around, sipping their drinks, talking 
congenially. 

Tom Lee switched on the radio, skimming the dial until he found a station 
with mellow music, good for dancing. 

He danced with Lucinda, while Dolan danced with Betty Jane. Neither husbands 
nor wives exhibited the slightest signs of jealousy on this switching of 
partners. 

On the contrary-this was exactly why they had stayed at Silverstone, and not 
at any other of scores of resorts. 

Silverstone had many requirements of its guests. The guests had to be 
financially secure, attractive, intelligent, and very broad-minded. 

The resort did no advertising, but required on word of mouth to gather up 
guests, and indeed that was the only advertisement they needed. 

Lucinda wore a lightweight summer dress, sleeveless, whose hem came down to 
her knees. She wore a pair of white sandals. 

Betty Jane went for the Western look. She wore a sky-blue blouse, a silver 
belt, and a long skirt with a ruffled hem which skimmed her ankles. 

Her small feet were covered in soft ankle-high doeskin boots, flat-heeled. 

The dancing was done very close. Dolan wrapped his big arms around Betty 
Jane and she nestled into him, pressing her body to his. 

Her big breasts pressed his chest. Her body was warm and soft in his arms. 

Lucinda let herself be led by Tom Lee. The tall Texan was a terrific dancer. 
She sighed dreamily, resting her head on his broad shoulder. 

His body was strong, firm, with muscles sliding and shifting under his 
shirt. He moved lightly for such a big man. 

When the number ended, the couples separated. Dolan suggested that Lucinda 
and Betty Jane share a dance. 

The ladies eyed each other appreciatively and came together. Lucinda took 
the lead and glided around the floor with Betty Jane. 

Lucinda's breasts nuzzled and nudged Betty Jane's splendid set. Betty Jane's 
hair was one of her crowning glories, reaching to the middle of her back in 
long waves. Lucinda smelled the sweetly soft natural perfume of that hair. 

Lucinda held Betty Jane close, and the other woman pressed against her. They 
moved out of step, so that their thighs kept brushing. 

Music ended, bringing the dance to a halt. Lucinda kissed Betty Jane on the 
cheek. Betty Jane opened her mouth for more kisses. 

Lucinda kissed Betty Jane on the mouth. The other woman kissed back, her 
mouth all fire and honey when Lucinda put her tongue in it. 

Lucinda attached her mouth to Betty Jane's and kissed her again and again. 
Her hand glided down the curve of the brunette's back. 

Betty Jane's splendid bottom was a pair of ripely curved buttocks at the top 
of a pair of sensationally long and luscious legs. 

Indeed, she was a few inches taller than Lucinda, but Lucinda was more 
broad, with even more abundantly developed fleshy assets. 

Dolan and Tom watched the women over the rims of the glasses holding their 
drinks. Whisky was good and the women were even better. 

Still kissing Betty Jane, Lucinda reached for the catch of the blouse at the 
back of the other woman's neck. 

Finding the zipper, Lucinda pulled it down, opening the blouse down to the 
small of Betty Jane's back. Betty Jane wore a white bra. 

Lucinda eased out of the embrace, but only so she could undress Betty Jane 
all the way. Her eyes were smoky and her lips smiled warmly. 

Betty Jane started to take off her blouse but Lucinda halted her, saying 
that she would like the pleasure of undressing her herself. 

This was more than agreeable to Betty Jane. Lucinda pulled the other woman's 
blouse down to her waist and out of the top of her skirt. 

Betty Jane's heavy breasts swelled against the white satin cups of the bra 
which held r them. Her nipples were buttons against the satin. 

Dolan and Tom were rising from the couch, setting down their drinks to pull 
off the cushions and pull out the bed. 

The bed folded out. It was a big bed. 

Betty Jane's breast tops swelled up from the white satin cups which held 
them. She looked dreamy, as Lucinda caressed the swelling bosom. 

Lucinda pressed her front close to Betty Jane, embracing her, reaching 
behind the Texan's back to unhook the bra. 

Betty Jane's breasts tumbled free from the confines of the cups which had 
held them, spilling out in an abundance of flesh. 

Betty Jane was one of those Southern beauties who shuns the sun to keep her 
skin as lily-white as possible. 

Tom, her husband, was deeply bronzed from the outdoor life, but Betty Jane's 
skin was as smooth and pale as fresh milk. 

Her breasts were the size of grapefruits. Her body tone and fitness was such 
that the breasts stood high and firm and jutting. 

Compared to her, Lucinda was more golden, since Lucinda's flesh was tanned 
to a rich glowing golden color. 

They made a handsome pair of contrasts, bronzed Lucinda and ivory Betty 
Jane. 

Lucinda's nipples and aureoles were dark, dark pink-virtually brown, which 
made them stand out even more prominently against her smooth white bosom. 

Her nipples stood out stiffly, large as brown grapes pasted to the tips of 
her breasts. The aureoles were wise and dark. 

Lucinda patted the curve of Betty Jane's hip, then reached for the catch of 
her skirt, which instants later joined her blouse on the floor. 

A pair of scanty white silk panties covered-barely-the mound of her pussy. 

The panties consisted of a pair of frilly little nothings, shimmering 
triangles of white silk, one fore, one aft. 

One triangle pressed her pussy, while the other covered the crack of her ass 
and little else, with the twin flaps joined by thin bands of elastic, 
leaving her hips virtually bare. 

So tight were those panties that the mound and lips of Betty Jane's pussy 
could be clearly seen against the garment. 

Betty Jane sat down on a comer of the bed. Lucinda fondled Betty Jane's hair 
and stroked her cheek before going to Tom Lee. 

She asked Tom if he would take off her clothes. The big Texan readily 
obliged, licking his thin pale lips eagerly. 

His hands, strong fingered and heavily veined, moved with surprising 
delicacy as they picked open the buttons running down the front of her 
dress. 

Lucinda's bosom was sheathed and supported in a pink lace bra from France, 
an airy, wispy nothing, cunningly designed to support the weight of her lush 
bosom. 

Tom Lee ran his hands over the swelling breast tops. Lucinda shivered, 
agitating her breasts, when he kissed the back of her neck. 

He peeled her shift off her. She wore pink satin panties. Off came her bra, 
to be replaced by his hands, which cupped her breasts. 

Now Betty Jane and Lucinda wore only their panties. Betty Jane pulled down 
her panties, Lucinda took off hers, and they both were naked. 

Betty Jane and Lucinda came together, Lucinda joining Betty Jane on the bed. 

They kissed and embraced. Lucinda pressed Betty Jane back, on her back, 
easing her on the cushions of the bed and stretching out on top of her. 

They made a lovely sight indeed. Lucinda had chestnut brown hair, short and 
stylish, and golden skin which glowed with shimmering highlights. 

Her nipples stood out stiff and straight. The mounds of her breasts, rounder 
and more full than Betty Jane's, nuzzled that woman's bosom. 

Flesh slid against flesh. Mouths clamped together, rubbing tongues, tasting. 
Long legs were tangled and intertwined on the bed. 

The females lay face to face, so close that even the hairs of their bushes 
were mixed and mingled. 

Lucinda took her kissing mouth from Betty Jane's and moved it down on the 
black-haired beauty's neck and chest, then her breasts. 

Betty Jane, on her back, took hold of her breasts, soft bosom flesh oozing 
through her fingers as she plumped them and held them up. 

She pushed them together, so that the stiff nipples stood virtually side by 
side, hot and throbbing with want. 

Lucinda pressed kisses on the nipples, then touched her tongue to them and 
ardently licked them, until saliva shone on them. 

Lucinda moved her own bosom over Betty Jane's eager, open-mouthed face. She 
swayed from side to side, pressing the breasts against Betty Jane. 

She stuffed a nipple in Betty Jane's mouth. Betty Jane's lips closed on it, 
nibbled and sucked it, flicking her tongue over the swollen button of flesh. 

After suckling Betty Jane at her breast, Lucinda started to move down on the 
bed, to put her face between Betty Jane's legs. 

But it was to be a two-way street, so Betty Jane moved on the bed so as to 
bring her own head in line with Lucinda's pussy. 

Betty Jane still lay on her back. Facing her feet, Lucinda straddled Betty 
Jane's head, kneeling on either side of her face. 

Lucinda's taut thighs were velvety where they brushed Betty Jane. Her bush 
was thick, dark, furry; her pussy lips were fat and full, delicious. 

Betty Jane moaned with wanting. Lucinda lowered herself down. Betty Jane's 
nose was tickled by the fleecy hair of Lucinda's bush. 

The aroma of Lucinda's sex was rich and musky perfume in Betty Jane's 
nostrils. She reached up and took hold of Lucinda's wise hips. 

Lucinda lowered her pussy down on Betty Jane's eager mouth. 

Pussy lips, warm and soft and smooth, pressed Betty Jane's parted lips. The 
labia split and spread under the pressure of Lucinda's weight. 

Slippery pink membranes were exposed, oozing with moisture. Betty Jane's 
mouth was engulfed with masses of hot wet pussy flesh. 

Lucinda shivered with delight when Betty Jane's long tongue lanced into her. 

The tongue was thrust amidst quivering, pulsing membranes which oozed 
thickly with the secretions of sex. 

Betty Jane licked and lapped, tasting the juices, swallowing, coming back 
for more. 

Lucinda leaned forward, thus pressing her pussy even harder against Betty 
Jane's mouth. Her palms pressed Betty Jane's smooth milky thighs. 

Betty Jane opened at Lucinda's touch, parting her thighs and exposing her 
pussy. 

Her bush was as black as the hair on her head, which was as black as night. 
The bush was glossy like the pelt of an otter. 

Her coral colored pussy lips were darker than those of Lucinda, and not 
quite as full or fleshy, but equally lovely. 

Lucinda covered that precious pussy with her mouth and went to work. 

The females were locked in love, head to crotch, mouth to pussy. From both 
of them came the liquid licking sounds of succulent oral sex. 

After pussies were penetrated with licking tasting tongues, those tongues 
were next applied to the throbbing buttons of clitorises. 

Lucinda polished Betty Jane's clitoris with her tongue tip-Betty Jane 
ardently returned the favor. 

Betty Jane came first. Her legs were lifted, bent at the knees. Her pussy 
membranes heaved and pulsed convulsively as she came. 

Lucinda's licking tongue was a blur of pink motion as she pressed it to the 
marble of Betty Jane's swollen clitoris. 

Whipping the clitoris with the tongue tip pulled the trigger of Betty Jane's 
climax. 

Betty Jane came. She squealed and hissed. Her mouth, molded to Lucinda's 
dripping steamy pussy, sent vibrations shooting through it. 

As she climaxed, Betty Jane closed her white thighs, ecstatically pressing 
them against Lucinda's licking loving head. 

Lucinda lifted her tongue from the clitoris but kept her mouth on the pussy. 

After some seconds, tension snapped inside Betty Jane. Tautness left her 
flesh and she sighed heavily, her thighs flopping open. 

Lucinda lifted her wet face from the dripping crotch, blinking misty eyes to 
clear them. She still sat on Betty Jane's gasping face. 

She saw Dolan and Tom Lee moving to the bed, both naked. 

Tom Lee stood before her. He was a big fellow with a Texas-sized endowment 
between the legs, an erection which made her pussy contract in eagerness. 

As long as she was putting her mouth to good use, she might as well use it 
on him, since he stood at the bedside with his heavy cock standing stiff. 

She smacked her wet lips and leaned forward, rubbing her pussy against Betty 
Jane's moaning face. She reached for Tom's member. 

It was a thick thing and she gripped it with both hands as she pressed her 
puckered lips to its head and smooched away at it. 

Her tongue flicked like a snake's, whipping the cock head, sliding along the 
swollen shaft, gliding down his hairy swollen balls. 

He moved forward and she guided his cock head in her mouth and she sucked 
the knobbed head like it was a fat piece of hard candy. 

While she sucked Tom, Betty Jane, recovering a bit from her climax, put her 
mouth back to work on Lucinda. 

She took her tongue from Lucinda's slit and slid it up to the top and 
pressed the clitoris and vigorously caressed it. 

Lucinda rode Betty Jane's mouth, rocking back and forth. Whether she moved 
forward, backward, or sideways, her clitoris was tongued. 

Tom Lee fed her more of his member. The weight of hit flattened her tongue, 
its edges curling around the rod. 

Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked him. Her head bobbed, moving her mouth 
up and down on his pole of flesh, sucking heat into the shaft. 

Then it was Lucinda's turn to come, as Betty Jane's flailing tongue whipped 
her clitoris until she orgasmed heavily. 

As she climaxed, she pressed and rubbed her pussy against Betty Jane. She 
kept Tom's stiff shaft stuck deep in her mouth. 

She kept it there, and he received the bonus benefit of her many shivering 
gasps groans and sighs, which shot through his swollen shaft and set his 
balls a-tingling. 

Her head rocked, her tongue caressed, her lips massaged. The shaft was thick 
and stretched the comers of her mouth. 

Tom threw his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. 

Lucinda knew from the tremors of his cock against her tongue that he was 
going to come in a matter of seconds. 

When he did, he pushed his hips forward and buried his big thing in her 
mouth, with the head of it lodged deep in her throat. 

It wedged her throat open. Tom came, semen bubbling up from his shaft and 
spurting down into her throat in great gushing masses. 

Lucinda gulped, taking his thick cream into her golden gullet. 

When he stopped shaking and shivering from the orgasm, he withdrew his cock 
from her mouth, spilling semen down the sides of her mouth. 

Lucinda rose shakily from Betty Jane's face and especially her mouth. Her 
pussy was a mass of molten pleasure. 

Tom's strong hands eased her down on the bed. Lucinda lay stretched on her 
back alongside the woman who had just eaten her pussy. 

Dolan, who had waited patiently for an opening, now went to Betty Jane, who 
reached up for him with open arms, and meaningfully undulated her wide hips. 

Dolan stretched out on her pneumatic body, the pillows of her breasts 
cushioning his muscles chest, her skin smooth and sleek with sweat. 

His member stood out stiffly and Betty Jane moaned with wanting when its 
swollen head nudged her between the legs. 

Lubrication? None was needed, since Betty Jane was dripping wet inside her 
slit, from her own juices and the masses of Lucinda's saliva. 

Betty Jane's legs were spread for Dolan. He reached under his hips, took 
hold of his member, and guided its head between her legs. 

He pressed the swollen cock head against her pussy lips and massaged them 
with it, while she pushed her hips up and worked her pussy against him. 

Holding the cock head to her slit, he wedged it inside her, spreading pussy 
lips which were 

! sticky with secretions and his wife's saliva. 

Heat issued from within her, an inferno of slippery pussy flesh which 
engulfed his member as he slid it inside of her. 

She was hot, tight, honeyed inside her sex. She gurgled with pleasure as he 
entered her, filling and stretching her with one surging stroke. 

He put his stiff penis deep in her, so that her pussy lips gripped the base 
of his shaft, and his pubic hairs met hers. 

He thrust, and she undulated. He worked his cock in and out, back and forth. 
Her breasts were open to his mouth, and he grazed on them. 

Beside him, Lucinda moaned from the thrilling thrusts of long Tom Lee, whose 
swollen shaft stretched her pussy and. filled and delighted it. 

Dolan worked out on Betty Jane. She wrapped her arms around his broad sweaty 
back and held on tight as he pumped his hard penis in her. 

His muscular hairy legs were tangled up with her lithe long smooth limbs. 
The bed shook and rocked from the force of the doubly loving couples. 

Tom Lee put his penis deep in Lucinda and kept it there, clutched by pussy 
membranes, as he let loose with a shattering orgasm. 

Dolan followed him by a moment or two, as he came thickly, masses of semen 
gushing into the pussy of the wife of the man who was lucking his wife. 

The summer season of swinging sex had gotten off to a great start! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Her face scrubbed, her hair freed from the ponytail, her teeth brushed, and 
her short scanty pajamas on, Cherry lay in bed. 

She rested her head on the pillow and lay on her back. Her eyes were open, 
but her thoughts were far away, and her flesh tingled. 

From the partially open bathroom door came the steady gurgling splash of the 
shower, where Kate washed herself. 

It was a little before midnight. Through the screened window not far from 
her bed, Cherry heard the racketing chirring and whirring of the insect 
population. 

From the lodge came the muted sounds of music, clinking glasses, 
conversation. 

Cherry was all dreamy and tingling. Maybe it was her imagination, but she 
sore that she could still taste Billy in her mouth. 

She had struck up an acquaintance with Billy. He was a few years older than 
she, and quite handsome, really cute with a great body. 

They had left the game room and gone for a walk. As they went down the dirt 
path by the lake, he reached for her hand and took hold of it. 

That thrilled Cherry. He squeezed her hand. She did not pull back, but 
rather responded with a little pressing squeeze of her own. 

It had been hot in the day, but it was cooler at night, with a nice breeze 
coming off the lake which had ruffled the hairs of her ponytail. 

She let Billy lead the way. They left behind the lights of the lodge and 
climbed a gentle grassy slope and sat down at the top of it. 

It was a real romantic spot, and from where they sat they could see the play 
of lights from the lodge glimmering in the mirror of the dark lake. 

They chatted. Cherry felt a little self-conscious at first, but soon found 
herself talking easily and with animation. 

Not far into the conversation, Billy put his arm across her slim shoulders. 
Cherry leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

She sat on the grass, which was tall and cool and waxy. A quarter moon hung 
in the sky, which was velvety black and star-sprinkled. 

A kiss soon followed. Billy's face moved close to hers. Cherry closed her 
eyes and parted her lips and waited eagerly for his mouth. 

His lips brushed hers softly, pressing lightly, probing. Cherry showed she 
wanted some, by kissing back hard, putting fire in her lips. 

That was the green light for Billy. His tongue slid into her mouth and 
twined with her tongue, licking and rubbing. 

They kissed for a long time, his mouth hot on hers and very tasty. His hands 
were on her back, fondling her shoulders, her upper back. 

As he kissed her, he put his hand on her pert budding breasts. 

Cherry wore no bra. Of course, her small breasts were so firm and high that 
she hardly needed to wear a bra for support. 

Billy played with her titties while he kissed her. He pressed his palms 
against the gently yielding mounds of flesh, rubbing them this way and that. 

Cherry was very docile and passive in his hands, and let him take the lead. 

She felt reckless tonight, and was willing to take some chances. 

Encouraged by her ready acceptance, Billy pressed and rubbed her breasts 
more ardently. Her nipples stood out in stiff little points. 

Then his hands were at her shirt, caressing her as he lifted the shirt, 
raising the bottom of it up over her breasts. 

The shirt was rolled and stayed at the tops of her breasts, baring her to 
the waist. Little goose bumps rose on her smooth soft flesh. 

A brisk breeze seemed to make her puckered nipples stand out more stiffly 
than before. Billy played with the nipples. 

He pressed them. He rubbed them between his fingers. He squeezed and kneaded 
her small breasts. He lowered his head to her chest. 

Cherry lay back in the tall grass and let him mouth her breasts. 

She fondled his dark thick hair as his mouth moved on her flesh, covering 
her small sensitive breasts with lips and tongue. 

His lips were velvety and struck fire in the skin of her tender mounds. His 
lips wrapped around a nipple and gently nibbled. 

Cherry's skin sparked where his mouth moved. Yearnings shot through her. The 
inside of her flat tummy was twisted with exciting erotic tension. 

He licked her nipples. Saliva shone wetly on them in the moonlight. 

His hand moved down over her flat tummy, to press her crotch, which was 
covered by the pair of cute little sailor pants she wore. 

Those pants were navy blue. They fit her skin-tightly on the rear and 
crotch, but were cut loose and full on the legs. 

He pressed her pussy through the pants and rubbed her sex. 

Fired up, Cherry raised herself out of the tall smooth glass to a sitting 
position. Billy had his turn to be surprised, when she put her hand between 
his legs. 

Tucked in the tight-fitting crotch of his denims was a terrifically stiff 
member, a swollen erection which bulged like a tentpole. 

It was his turn to moan, as her fingers, not at all shy, explored the shape 
and size of it, playing with him through his pants. 

He reached for her pants and started to open the top button, so he could 
take them off her. 

Cherry was a little worried. She was tired of being a virgin, but she wasn't 
ready to make the big move, not just yet. 

She told him no, and took his hand from her crotch, and sat up on her knees, 
her long legs folded under her and her bottom resting on the backs of her 
heels. 

She didn't intend to let Billy think she was just a kid, though, and she 
also had no intention of letting him go away disappointed. 

No, she reached for his pants. She had to tug to pull open the top button of 
the tight jeans, but his zipper slid down easily enough. 

The crotch of his white cotton undershorts was stretched out of shape by the 
swollen member which filled it. 

Billy's eyes bulged with surprise, a small bulge compared to the tone 
between her hands, the bulge of his cock which Cherry was feeling through 
his shorts. 

Her fingers traced out the shape of the knobbed head, the stiff shaft. She 
slipped her slim fingers under the elastic waistband of his shorts. 

His swollen flesh was hot and throbbing against her fingers. His bush was 
soft and fleecy. His thing felt awfully big and thick. 

Cherry tugged at the shorts and pulled them down, exposing his penis. 

His erection stood out stiffly, so firm and full and hard that it rose 
upward, tilted diagonally at a 45 degree angle. 

She could see it clearly enough, in the silvery moonlight, with its wide 
swollen head, shaped like the crown of a mushroom, and the stiff thick 
shaft. 

Cherry was very impressed-young as he was, Billy was endowed almost as well 
as Kate's boyfriend, the absent John Foster. 

Seeing Kate at work pleasing and pleasuring her boyfriend the previous night 
had given Cherry plenty of ideas. 

Cherry lowered her face into Billy's lap. He sat up with his legs extended 
and his shorts and jeans rolled to the middle of his muscular thighs. 

His back rested against a tree. He was moaning, and clearly unable to 
believe the good fortune which was coming his way, courtesy of Cherry's 
mouth. 

The naughty virgin puckered her pink rosebud lips and pressed them to the 
head of his cock, while she Firmly gripped his shaft, holding it in place. 

Lips brushed the cock head. It was firm, yet soft, a piece of responsive 
flesh which quivered responsively against her lips. 

She kissed it wetly, applying her lips to it and smooching it heavily, the 
cock head seeming to expand to an even more full dimension under her kisses. 

As she kissed the cock head, she squeezed the shaft. It had fat thick veins 
running along the shaft, and she felt them throbbing. 

Cherry squeezed and kneaded his penis, which was hot against her hands. She 
reached down to delicately finger his swollen balls. 

His moanings and squirmings increased as she caressed his balls, which were 
so stiff and hard that they vibrated at her touch. 

Then she parted her lips and pressed her tongue to the cock head. 

Taste? Well, the penis really didn't have a taste, no more than her finger, 
say, would have a taste if she sucked on it. 

But it had shape and fullness and texture. The fine-grained flesh was 
quivering and warm and silky against her tongue. 

There was a little hole in the head of the cock and she touched her tongue 
to it and playfully licked the inside of it. 

Then she lowered her head and took the cock head between her lips. 

She pressed her pink lips against his shaft, just below the rim of his cock 
head. She sucked and slurped at his penis. 

He fondled her hair face, shoulders, breasts. 

She moved her head down. The cock head bumped the slippery roof of her 
mouth. Billy really groaned with lust. 

Since he seemed to liek that, she gripped his shaft and rubbed his cock head 
back and forth against the roof of her mouth. 

Billy . moaned weakly, his cock pulsing furiously against the lips which 
held it. 

Cherry brought her tongue into play. She rubbed the underside of his penis. 
It must have been a specially sensitive part of his flesh. 

He moaned and shivered. The thickness of his rod stretched her mouth at the 
corners .There was something peculiarly satisfying about having her mouth 
filled with a stiff penis. 

She took it deeper. Her lips slid wetly, caressingly over the shaft. She 
took the penis deep, so deep that its head bumped the back of her throat. 

She couldn't take it any deeper than that. She wondered briefly how Kate 
managed to take her man's thing so deep into her throat. 

She would have liked to have done that, asked Kate how she accomplished the 
feat, but to do so would be to admit that she had peeped on Kate and John 
Foster, and Kate might be mad about that, in fact probably would be, so 
Cherry had better not ask. 

Cherry sucked and slurped at the penis. It was like when she was a little 
girl, and she would have a great big Christmas candy cane. 

She remember ed how much she liked taking the cane in her mouth and filling 
her mouth with all its firm sweetness. 

She would suck and slurp at that red and white striped bar of candy cane, 
thrusting it in and out of her mouth, sucking all its sugary delights. 

Now, as she gave head to Billy, she sucked his cock like it was one of those 
candy canes she had so enjoyed when she was a child. 

It was sloppy work, and saliva spilled from the comers of her stretched 
mouth and dribbled down her chin, making it wet and shiny. 

Her long brown ponytail fell forward over one smooth bare shoulder. It 
flailed this way and that as she bobbed her head up and down. 

He sat with his back against the tree trunk and his legs extended. She knelt 
to one side of him, leaning forward with her head in his lap. 

As she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, her ponytail erotically 
whipped his stiff cock and swollen balls. 

Muscles shifted and flexed in his strong thighs. His bare buttocks, tightly 
clenched, pressed flat the tall grass where he sat. 

He rocked his hips, working in response to the rhythms of her bobbing head. 

Each gliding stroke of her lips on his penis seemed to pull more heat and 
vigor into it, until it seethed inside her mouth. 

He started shaking. "Oh, Cherry, I'm coming!" 

Cherry had decided she was going to be a big girl about this whole business, 
like Kate had been last night with John Foster. 

Cherry lowered her head and took his penis as deep as she could. The weight 
of it was full on her tongue, pressing it flat. 

Her lips clutched his throbbing shaft. His body went as rigid as his 
erection as he came and spurted semen into her mouth. 

It came in a massive gushing spurt which took Cherry by surprise. It 
splashed the back of her throat and she gulped it down. 

He kept coming, with thick masses of come shooting from his cock. She 
swallowed it all, the thick warm fluid slipping down her gullet. 

Billy was groaning with lust. His face was sweaty, plastering down strands 
of his curly dark hair on his forehead. 

He shook his gasping head from side to side as he came. His hands clutched 
fistfuls of grass and he gripped them tightly. 

The flowing stream of semen, which Cherry wondered for an instant if it 
would stop, at last faded to a thin trickling ooze. 

Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked. Billy gurgled with satisfaction and 
slumped back limply against the tree-limp, except for his rod. 

Despite his climax, his penis was still stiff and straight and firmly erect 
in her mouth. Droplets of semen oozed from it. 

Sure now that he had stopped coming, Cherry lifted her head, sliding her wet 
lips along his shaft, which was sleek with wetness. 

The head of the swollen penis popped free from her mouth. She still held it 
in her hand, and when she squeezed, a fat drop of come oozed from its head. 

Cherry smacked her lips. The taste of come was on her tongue. What kind of a 
taste was it? That was hard to say. 

It was more of a texture than a taste. It was not sweet, sour, bitter or 
bland. It simply tasted like itself. 

Cherry felt justifiably proud of herself. This was the first time she had 
ever brought off a boy with her mouth. 

All in all, the experiment was an unqualified success. She told herself she 
would spy on Kate more often-who knows what else she might learn? 

Billy hugged her and covered her face with kisses. He didn't kiss her on the 
mouth, but Cherry understood why, since his come was in her mouth. 

Sometimes she didn't understand boys-they were so afraid of doing anything 
which might be considered unmanly. 

Girls were more sensible, to her way of thinking. They weren't afraid to 
show affection to each other, to touch and hug and kiss. 

Billy was really satisfied. He put his mouth close to Cherry's ear and 
whispered that he wanted to do to her what she had done to him. 

She asked him what he meant. He said that he wanted to use his mouth on her 
pussy and make her come. 

Cherry had given freely of her mouth, not expecting him to reciprocate. 
Never had her pussy been mouthed, and the idea made her nerves tingle. 

Her stomach churned with intense excitement. Her nipples seemed hard as 
diamonds. Her pussy lips quivered, warm wetness oozing within them. 

Billy reached for her pants. Just then, there was the sound of people 
talking, and the pad of footsteps on the path below. 

They were at the top of the slope, out of sight, but all the same, Cherry 
snatched up her shirt and wrestled it on. 

Billy jerked up his shorts and jeans, stuffing his still-stiff cock inside 
them. 

The couple below were a man and woman, but it was shadowy on the path, and 
so neither Billy nor Cherry were able to make out who it was. 

The couple strode on, arm in arm, taking the long walk around the moonlit 
lake. 

The alarm, false though it was, had taken Cherry's thoughts away from 
romance. She had Billy take her back to the lodge. 

He promised to see her tomorrow. In the shadows near her bungalow, he 
embraced her and kissed her hard on the lips. 

Now, Cherry lay in bed, her thoughts full of what had happened this evening. 

Would Billy be the one? The one who took her and turned her from a girl to a 
woman? It was possible, she told herself. 

Her pussy lips quivered inside the bikini panties she wore. She wore a thin 
gauzy white sleeveless top along with the panties. 

The sound of the shower cut off, water gurgling down the drain, to be 
replaced by the whirring of an electric hair blow-dryer. 

Presently Kate entered the room. Her flesh was sleek and damp from her 
shower. She wore only a bath towel wrapped around her hips. 

Her bare breasts bobbed as she crossed the room. The shower must have 
stimulated the nipples, since they stood out like little pebbles. 

Kate pulled off the towel. Her bush was damp and dark with moisture, while 
her pussy lips glowed warmly. She patted herself with the towel. 

She did a lot of patting to her bare buttocks and her slit. She went naked 
to the bathroom, returning the towel. 

Cherry was ready for bed and so was Kate. Kate turned down the sheet at the 
other side of the bed and slid in naked next to Cherry. 

Cherry asked Kate if she was going to wear pajamas or a nightie. Kate 
laughed and said that she always slept in the nude. 

Cherry thought that was very daring. Kate's bare breasts arched and lifted 
as she reached for the lamp on the night table and switched it off. 

She and Cherry lay in warm darkness. Kate reached for Cherry, saying that 
she had to have her goodnight kiss from her favorite niece. 

That was a bit of a joke between them, since technically Kate was her aunt, 
being Mom's kid sister, although she and Cherry were more like cousins. 

Kate's hair, damp and fragrant with her own naturally sweet scent, fell on 
Cherry's warm round face like a caress. 

Kate said teasingly, "What a bad little girl you are!" 

"What do you mean, Kate?" Cherry asked with seeming innocence. 

"I know what you did last night," Kate teased. "Watching me and John-shame 
on you! Well, I hope that you learned something!" 

Cherry's face burned as red as her namesake, as she blushed with 
embarrassment. She thought she had been so careful not to be seen by Kate! 

Cherry fumbled lamely for an apology. Kate cut her off, laughing softly and 
telling Cherry that she wasn't mad in the least little bit. 

"You should take more lessons from me, Cherry," Kate said seriously. 
"There's a lot you could learn from someone like me!" 

"There's a lot I'd love to teach you," she added in lower, more seductive 
tones which sent thrills sparking through Cherry's nervous system. 

Kate said, "Now, kiss me goodnight and I'll forgive you everything, darling 
girl!" 

Kate lay on her side, while Cherry was on her back with her head resting on 
the pillow. Kate's face, a pale oval in the dimness, descended to Cherry. 

Kate's puckered lips pressed Cherry's, brushing them lightly, mouth to 
mouth. Kate's lips pressed with ever-increasing fire on Cherry's mouth. 

Her tongue pressed against Cherry's lips. "Open your mouth, Cherry." 

Cherry closed her eyes. "I have a feeling something is going to happen.... " 

"It surely is-something nice is going to happen to you. Something that will 
make you feel very, very good, darling Cherry." 

Kate once more pressed her mouth on Cherry's and put some real fire in her 
kiss. Her tongue pushed inside Cherry's mouth. 

Cherry's senses swirled in erotic confusion, thanks to Kate's probing 
kisses.-Kate touched her tongue to Cherry's and rubbed and licked it. 

Cherry's eyes opened wide as Kate pressed kisses on her. 

Cherry was very confused. A year earlier, when she was just reaching 
puberty, she had an experience with one of her girlfriends from school. 

She and the girl were in the same homeroom at junior high, and were fast 
friends. Often during the weekend they slept at each other's houses. 

One chilly winter night, when they shared a bed in the girl's room, they had 
sat up in the darkness and talked about boys. 

Somehow, and Cherry was unsure of who had started the game, the tender teen 
girls had decided to pretend that one of them was a boy. 

The other girl had played the part of the boyfriend. She and Cherry kissed 
and made out in bed, kissing with tongues. 

Cherry lay on her back while the other girl stretched out on top of her and 
kissed her on the mouth and tasted her with her tongue. 

It was very exciting to Cherry, and her little nipples had puckered with 
hardness and her pussy lips quivered. 

Before they could get anything going--and at the time, Cherry had not been 
exactly sure of what they could do-they heard the girl's parents coming up 
to bed. 

This time, though, Cherry was alone with Kate. And Kate was no girl like 
Cherry, but was a woman, a woman who knew what she wanted. 

Even as she kissed Cherry on the mouth and tasted its spicy sweetness, 
Kate's hands glided over Cherry's flesh. 

She pulled down the sheet which covered them. Cherry's small budding breasts 
jetted pertly against the thin fabric of the nightie. 

This nightie was a bit naughty, and sort of see-through. It felt like silk 
against her soft warm skin. Kate put her hand on Cherry's breast. 

Kate felt and fondled Cherry through the nightie. Her touch was gentle and 
knowing. She seemed to be one step ahead of Cherry in knowing what Cherry 
wanted. 

Cherry's nipples stood out stiffly. The night she had passed with Billy had 
fired her up and stimulated her, arousing without satisfying her. 

And Kate was so pretty and accomplished, that Cherry was flattered that Kate 
wanted to do this to her. 

Kate's hands were soft and caressing on Cherry's breasts. She stroked the 
pertly budding mounds and toyed with the taut nipples. 

One hand lingered on those pert budding breasts, while Kate's other hand 
slid down Cherry, caressing her taut little tummy. 

The hem of her short nightie reached to the tops of her thighs. Kate reached 
under it and rubbed Cherry between the legs. 

Cherry wore panties. Warm wetness oozed inside her, seeping into the cotton 
crotch of the panties as Kate's fingers pressed them. 

Kate took her mouth off Cherry's, and lifted the nightie up past the tops of 
the teen's tender little breasts. 

Kate's long hair fell silkily on Cherry's breasts, sliding over the 
sensitive flesh, stroking nipples which ached with stiffness. 

Cherry whispered, "Kate, what-what are you doing?!" 

"Making love to you, little girl," said Kate, before putting her kissing, 
licking mouth on Cherry's breast and nibbling on a stiff nipple. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was not so very long-only a moment or two--before Cherry's damp panties 
went the way of her nightie top. 

That is, they were stripped off the teen's fair form by Kate. 

Cherry sighed dreamily, senses stimulated by Kate's artful caresses. More 
and more, those caresses centered on Cherry's quivering crotch. 

Kate fondled the girl through her panties. As her fingers pressed Cherry, 
the cotton crotch of the panties slipped between the pussy lips some 
fractions of an inch. 

The panties, like a sponge, soaked up the secretions oozing inside Cherry. 

Kate smiled. She was sure of herself. More than that, she was sure of 
Cherry. 

It was almost a biological certainty that Cherry would respond. All the 
member's of Cherry's family-her father, mother, and Kate-were highly sexed. 

Lucinda had been the pathfinder in new fields of sexuality. As far back as 
Kate could remember, her older sister was strongly bi-sexual. 

It was Lucinda who had initiated her kid sister Kate into the ways, not only 
of lesbian love, but of threesomes including males and females. 

Kate, a little wanton herself, had taken to Lucinda's libertine teachings 
like a fish takes to water. 

Now, the youngest member of the family circle of sex was about to be 
initiated into a group which was devoted to pleasure, and which held incest 
to be just another kick to tickle their jaded fancies. 

Kate herself was far from jaded. How could she be jaded, when such a pretty 
little creature as Cherry was laid out before her? 

The girl was hers-Kate wasted no time in taking her. 

Kate slipped her fingertips into the elastic top of Cherry's panties and 
peeled that pair of wispy little nothings off the girl. 

Down came the panties, Kate pulling them past the girl's cupcake buttocks, 
down her firm pink thighs, off her feet. 

Now Cherry was naked and at her pleasure. Kate was pleased that the girl 
made no attempt to cover her pussy or her breasts. 

Kate would cover them-with her flesh and mouth. 

Kate lowered her head to Cherry's breasts. They were tender little mounds, 
gently swelling hillocks of soft bosom flesh, crowned at the summit with 
stiff nipples. 

Kate took a nipple between her lips, nibbled I it, whipped it with her 
tongue. 

She moved her head downward. Pressing her tongue tip to the hollow between 
Cherry's I small breasts, she licked a line down her taut tummy. 

Cherry shivered-with lust-when Kate dipped her tongue tip in the girl's 
little rounded navel and licked the inside of it. 

But that was just a diversion, a slight stopover on her way to the true 
target of lust, Cherry's virgin pussy. 

Of course, there was no doubt in Kate's mind that the girl was a virgin-she 
and Cherry had often had long frank discussions, and the girl kept no 
secrets from Kate. 

Well, Cherry would not remain a virgin for very long-not here at 
Silverstone, which was to be the site of her initiation into all the joys of 
the flesh. 

And Kate would be the one to get the party rolling. 

Cherry lay on her back with her thighs closed and pressed shut. Kate 
caressed those thighs, sliding her palms up and down them. 

She eased them open, whispering to Cherry to spread them. The girl complied. 

Cherry spread her legs, opening her thighs and exposing her pussy to Kate. 

Kate's face was poised inches above the pussy, so close that her warm breath 
rustled and rippled through the silky hairs of the girl's thin bush. 

Cherry squirmed just from the touch of Kate's breath on her sex. 

Kate wished she had left the light on, so she could see close-up, the 
loveliness of the youngster's precious little pussy. 

There was some light in the room, from the light in the den which was left 
on, and which shone under the gap at the bottom of the door. 

That light threw soft shadows in the room, so that the flesh of the two 
females was all pale and shining and softly molded. 

Cherry's pussy could be explored by touch, however-the touch of a mouth. 

Kate pressed her lips against the pussy and covered it with quick darting 
kisses. Her puckered lips rolled over pussy lips like a velvet massage. 

The pussy lips were thin, delicate, petals of a flower of flesh, warm and 
getting warmer with each kiss Kate planted on them. 

Cherry was sighing softly and squirming in the bed. 

Kate moved. She knelt on the mattress. Cherry wondered why Kate had stopped 
kissing her between the legs, and started to rise. 

Kate put her hand on the girl's chest and eased her back down on her back. 
Kate sat with her legs folded under her. 

She took hold of Cherry's thin ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. Then 
she knelt between the girl's legs, on the mattress. 

Once more she lowered her head down between the legs, and this time she 
would not rise until she had tongued Cherry to a climax. 

She was sure of the answer, but she whisperingly asked Cherry if the girl 
had ever been like this with another female. 

Kate smiled in the dimness as she received the expected answer from the 
girl, namely that never before had Cherry done anything like this! 

"I'm so happy that I'll be the first," said Kate. 

The first, yes, but hardly the last-Kate knew that Cherry's mother was just 
drooling at the thought of bedding her delicious daughter. 

Kate lowered her head, her hair swirling and sweeping over Cherry's lean 
hips. 

She kissed Cherry between the legs, the warm thin pussy lips quivering. The 
pussy lips were thin and delicate, as might be expected from the youngster. 

Her bush was likewise scanty, a mere dusting of silken dark fur on the 
gently arched pubic mound which now thrilled to the kisses of Kate. 

Kate parted her lips, extended her tongue, touched it to the pussy. 

Cherry moaned. The contact of the limber wet tongue on her sensitive pussy 
flesh struck sparks which set her shivering. 

Kate let her tongue do the exploring denied her eyes in the darkness. Cherry 
had pussy lips which were like petals of a fair flower. 

Up from that flower rose a sweetly musky perfume, the aromatic essence of 
the youngster's natural oils. 

Kate's questing tongue traced out the folds and fissures of the teen's pussy 
lips, feeling out all the intricate fleshy contours. 

She licked and lapped and loved. Cherry's pussy lips soon shone under a 
sticky coating of Kate's sweet saliva. 

Kate pressed the tongue to the girl's pussy lips and opened them. 

She slid her tongue into Cherry. Wet hot membranes pulsed against the 
tongue. She dipped her tongue deep into the girl. 

Cherry's little pussy was so tight that her membranes clutched the tongue 
which penetrated them, juices oozing from their pores. 

Juices tingled on Kate's tongue. All females tasted differently-Kate had a 
special fondness for the taste of tender teen girls. 

Cherry was one of the sweetest. Her juices were sweetly immature and fresh. 

The girl herself gasped and moaned, writhing with pleasure under the effect 
of the first tongue to ever fill and thrill her. 

Kate licked and lapped. At last she withdrew her tongue from within the 
honeyed slit, provoking a sigh of disappointment from the youngster. 

Cherry's disappointment lasted only a few seconds, for Kate slid her tongue 
up the slit to the clitoris. 

The girl's clitoris was a tiny little thing, swollen though it was with 
lust. 

It was extraordinarily sensitive, and when Kate touched her tongue to it, 
Cherry nearly writhed and twisted off the bed. 

Kate took hold of the girl's hips and pressed them down into the mattress. 

She touched the tongue tip to the clitoris. Softly, with a feather touch at 
first, she gradually built up the erotic force of the licking. 

Cherry's panting gasps alternated with high-pitched little squeals of 
pleasure as her clitoris was tongued faster and harder. 

Kate licked circles around the fleshy button. She let her hands wander up 
Cherry's belly to fasten on the girl's tender, stiff-nippled breasts. 

She toyed with the taut nipples as she tongued the throbbing clitoris. 

Ah, now Cherry was really responding! The girl rocked on the bed, working 
her hips, throwing her pussy up against that hot mouth of delight. 

Kate, pleased by such signs of arousal, only licked the girl more 
forcefully. 

She licked faster and faster until she made Cherry come. 

Cherry went rigid at the instant of orgasm, as though magically transformed 
into stone. Her body vibrated as though powered by an internal motor. 

The membranes of her pussy quivered convulsively as she came. 

She cried out. 

Luckily, here at Silverstone, cries of ecstasy would excite no 
investigation. 

Cherry stopped shaking and slumped back on the bed. When she caught her 
breath somewhat, she laughed and cried at the same time. 

Kate lifted her 

,wet face from the youngster's equally wet pussy. She stretched her naked 
body atop Cherry's, and kissed her on the mouth. 

The girl was a bundle of passion. She hugged and squeezed Kate and babbled 
her thanks whenever Kate lifted her kissing mouth from Cherry's. 

Kate asked the girl if she could taste the essence of herself in Kate's 
mouth. Cherry, pondering the question, said that she wasn't sure. 

Kate's own excitement was great. Her nipples were hard pebbles of pink flesh 
jutting from the tips of pear-shaped breasts. 

Her pussy lips quivered, and warm wetness was humid inside her slit. 

Kate's smooth sleek skin felt like one massive sexual zone, ultra-sensitive, 
with each touch of her flesh against Cherry's sending sparks through her. 

She asked Cherry if the girl wanted to do her. Cherry, bubbling and babbling 
with gratitude, couldn't wait to return the oral service. 

Cherry whispered shyly that she hoped Kate wouldn't be mad or laugh at her 
if the girl didn't do her right. 

Kate hugged and kissed the girl and told her not to worry about 
performance-she would master the arts of female love. 

Right now, the main point was to have pleasure with each other. 

Cherry started to rise, but Kate put her hands on the girl's smooth 
shoulders and put her down on her back on the bed. 

Kate got on her hands and knees and crawled to the bed's head, and Cherry's. 
Her stiff nipples throbbed as her dangling breasts shifted and swayed. 

Kate turned, facing the girl's feet. She straddled Cherry's head, careful 
not to kneel on the girl's hair and pull it painfully. 

Cherry was in a daze of pleasure. She felt like she had tumbled into a 
sexual wonderland. Kate's pussy was poised over her face. 

Kate's legs pressed snugly against Cherry's head. The flesh was smooth, 
warm. Kate had a thick dark triangle of fur on her pussy. 

Kate's pussy lips were full and fleshily formed. She lowered herself down, 
teasing Cherry by rubbing her tufted bush on the girl's face, tickling her. 

Cherry inhaled the pungent aroma of Kate's sex. Kate's natural perfume was 
much thicker and richer than that of Cherry's. 

The delicious aroma made Cherry feel lightheaded, dizzy. She breathed 
deeply. 

Kate pressed her pussy against Cherry's lips. Kate stood on her knees. She 
rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips against the girl. 

Cherry kissed the pussy lips, so much fuller than her own. They were soft 
and warm and infinitely smooth, and quivered under kisses. 

Cherry touched her tongue to the pussy lips and started licking. 

Kate encouraged the girl, telling her to keep doing what she was doing. 
Cherry closed her eyes and let her lips and tongue take over. 

She licked Kate up and down, then put her tongue in Kate. Juices tingled on 
the penetrating to ngue with a bright sharp tangy taste. 

Kate let herself settle down a bit more weight on the girl's mouth. Her 
pussy lips, pressing Cherry's parted lips, opening the pussy. 

Kate dripped with the juices of arousal, juices oozing in thick quantities. 
They smeared on Cherry's face, wetting it. 

Kate let the girl lick the inside of her for a while. It was so sweet, to 
have that tongue slide into her, timidly at first, then with more and more 
arousal. 

Cherry tasted her fill of Kate, so that the taste of her kin permeated her 
mouth. 

Kate urged Cherry to lick her clitoris. Cherry retracted her tongue from the 
slit and probed for Kate's clitoris. 

All of Kate's female parts were mature and of course more fully developed 
than those of Cherry, due to the difference in their respective ages. 

Kate's clitoris was a hard marble which throbbed when Cherry pressed her 
tongue to it. Kate shivered with sweet delight. 

Encouraging Cherry, telling her she was doing right and so fine, Kate 
settled in for a hot session of having her clit serviced. 

Cherry rubbed and wrapped her tongue around the tender flesh. Kate rocked 
her hips forward, backward, and sideways. 

No matter which way she moved, she urged Cherry to keep her tongue pressed 
to the clitoris, and the dutiful girl complied. 

Hot love spread from the clitoris, fanning through the dripping membranes of 
Kate's sex, blooming upward to rise in her belly. 

Kate's nipples were stiff points, so stiff that they ached for soreness. Her 
breasts bobbed and jiggled as she rocked on Cherry's mouth. 

Kate took hold of herself, clutching her rippling breasts one in each hand, 
gripping them tightly with spread fingers. 

Soft bosom flesh oozed between the fingers. Her hard nipples jutted out from 
between the fingers, which she opened and closed. 

She squeezed the nipples, sending throbbing sensations shooting through her, 
sensations which reached downward to meet the heat of her pussy. 

Cherry was doing fine for a first-timer, thought Kate as her clitoris heated 
hotter and hotter under the loving lash of the licking tongue. 

An invisible hand squeezed Kate's stomach-she trembled from the inside 
out-fire flared in her sex, its center the marble of her clitoris. 

Kate came. 

Cherry worried that her folks would return to the bungalow at any time. But 
Kate didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. 

That was because Kate knew where Dolan and Lucinda were, and what they were 
doing, although she didn't mention that aspect to Cherry. 

The girl would discover it all, soon enough, but there was no point in 
rushing her too far or too fast, not just yet. 

Besides, Cherry had more than enough to handle for now.... 

At the same time that Cherry was being skillfully instructed in the finer 
points of pussy eating, her mother was equally occupied. 

Lucinda was getting-and taking-love from both ends. 

She crouched on the bed on her hands and knees. The bed was damp with sweat 
from four bodies, the sheets were rumpled and disarranged. 

Lucinda was rather disarranged herself. Sweat shone on her face. Her eyes 
were glazed with lust. Her nipples were red from much licking and sucking. 

She was on her hands and knees, with the mounds of her breasts dangling 
down, swaying softly, nipples stiff and throbbing. 

Once more she took Tom Lee, the Texan, by mouth. 

Tom stood on the floor, with the red rod of his hard cock plugged into 
Lucinda's loving mouth, pumping in and out of it. 

Never did he pull his cock head past her lips, but always kept it in her 
mouth. 

The swollen rod burned beet-red, while the throbbing veins wrapped around 
his shaft were dark purple, and pounding with the pulse of lust. 

Lucinda's head was tilted, and her throat was open, enabling her to take the 
rod deep in her throat, giving the Texan a wild thrill. 

She had the husband in her mouth, and his wife mouthing Lucinda's own sex. 

Betty Jane knelt behind Lucinda, also on her hands and knees. Her hands 
moved to wrap around Lucinda's womanly hips and hold them. 

Betty Jane's hair fell down like a black curtain, strands of it spilling on 
the bed. Her face nuzzled Lucinda. 

Lucinda's knees were spread wide apart, opening her pussy. Her pussy lips 
were glowing red from the sexual friction of all the fucking and sucking 
tonight. 

Her pussy lips were also dripping wet, inside and out, with semen and 
secretions seething within the slit, and saliva shining on the pussy lips. 

Betty Jane raised her wet face from the pussy. Lucinda's lusciously rounded 
bottom waved, wagged, and temptingly wiggled in her face. 

She nuzzled those buttocks, leaving wet smears where her face pressed the 
cheeks. 

Betty Jane covered Lucinda's rear with hot wet kisses. She took hold of the 
buttocks and wedged them apart, putting her face between them. 

Her puckered lips pressed the pinkish-brown button of wrinkled flesh which 
was Lucinda's asshole, and lovingly kissed and sucked it. 

Betty Jane pressed the tip of her tongue against the wrinkled folds and 
licked them. Then she thrust her tongue up inside. 

The button was tight, hard to open. Betty Jane thrust her tongue in deep, 
past the anal ring and into the rectum. 

It was hot, sticky, and aromatic up there, as Betty Jane worked her tongue 
in and out, back and forth, working it like a little penis. 

She did not neglect Lucinda's sex-reaching around Lucinda's wide hips, she 
pressed her fingers against the clitoris. 

Betty Jane massaged Lucinda's clitoris while simultaneously tonguing her 
ass. 

Completing the human chain of flesh was Dolan Randolph, who, like Tom Lee, 
stood on the floor of the bedside. 

Dolan stood on the side opposite Tom, and faced-and fucked-Betty Jane from 
behind. His stiffly swollen cock was plugged into her honeyed pussy. 

He held Betty Jane's wide white hips and pumped his penis into her with 
strong surging strokes, fucking her hard and fast. 

When he put his penis deep into her, the base of his shaft was circled by 
her fleshy pussy lips, and her buttocks rippled from the impact. 

Betty Jane had a perfect heart-shaped ass, ripe and round and utterly 
smooth. TTie sight of those rippling ass cheeks whipped Dolan with 
stimulation. 

He wondered hotly if Betty Jane was into anal sex. Betty Jane's face was 
wedged between his wife's ass cheeks, tonguing eagerly. 

Lucinda had a passion for turning up her ass for a good deep fucking. Dolan 
wondered if Betty Jane was similarly inclined. 

If she was, he could Greek her, while Tom Lee did the same thing to Lucinda. 
That would be a delicious variation! 

This and many other thoughts and images of lust boiled in his brain while he 
pumped his swollen penis into the pussy of another man's wife-the same man 
who was fucking Dolan's wife in the mouth. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Dad-Dolan Randolph-savored a morning sex session with two of the ladies in 
his life-his wife and her sister. 

Dolan and Lucinda shared a big double bed, where there was plenty of room 
for Kate, who had climbed in to join the fun. 

It was a little before ten in the morning. It was a bright hot beautiful 
day, with a cloudless sky. 

The sun had not been up for very long, but already it was warm. In the bed 
shared by the threesome, it was blazing. 

Dolan wore his pajama bottoms, a pair of striped pants which fit baggily on 
his trim frame. His bare chest rippled with hairy muscles. 

Lucinda wore a simple nightie, a white sleeveless garment whose hem reached 
down to the tops of her thighs. 

She was naked under it. Her nipples bulged against the soft lacy cups of the 
garment, while her brown bush was clearly on display. 

Kate, whose custom it was to sleep in the nude, wore nothing at all, of 
course. 

Kate padded across the floor and climbed into bed, getting in one one side 
of Dolan, who lay on his back with Lucinda on his other side. 

Kate's flexing muscles shifted and flexed under her soft covering of smooth 
skin as she went to the bed. 

She lay down beside Dolan. He leaned over her to kiss her and caress her 
breasts until her nipples stood out stiff and straight. 

He kissed her with his mouth open, and her tongue squirmed on his. When he 
broke off the kiss, his wife took her turn kissing Kate. 

Lucinda leaned across the body of her husband, who lay on his back. Her 
plump breasts pressed the cups, shifting and bobbing in her nightie. 

Kate leaned forward to meet her sister, and the two females met and locked 
their open mouths over the bare hairy chest of grinning Dolan. 

After a warm, succulent kiss, the females disengaged, and sat up in bed, 
eyes eager and alert, bodies stirring with passion. 

"I must say, Kate, you certainly look pleased with yourself this morning," 
Lucinda said. "You look like the cat who ate the canary!" 

"Well, that's one way of putting it," Kate smiled, "and to tell the truth, 
it's not so very far off the mark, either." 

"Oh?" 

"I have some very interesting and encouraging news that I know you'll want 
to hear," Kate said, eyes alight with intriugue. 

Kate went on to tell Dolan and Lucinda how she had bedded their daughter 
Cherry, and initiated the girl into the joys of lesbian love. 

Kate was quite a storyteller, with a graphic way of description which 
Cherry's parents found absolutely stimulating. 

At the same time, Cherry herself was down at the dockside, at the lake, 
sitting and waiting, looking out on the water. 

She felt-different. There was no outward sign to separate the girl she was 
yesterday from the girl she was today, no physical change. 

But inwardly, Cherry was different-thanks to the night of love she had spent 
with Kate in bed. Cherry was a changed girl. 

A new world of pleasure had opened to her. Before, she had had crushes on 
girls, innocuous idolizing crushes on favorite female teachers and the like. 

But this-this was passion. Ecstasy. Kate had not lied to her when she told 
Cherry last night that she would make her feel better than she had ever felt 
before. 

Cherry now sat on the wooden planking of the dock, propping her back against 
a piling which rose out of the water. 

Down at the end of the dock a husband and wife climbed into a rowboat, the 
husband laden with fishing gear, rod and reel. 

Cherry' had no way of knowing that the husband and wife were married, but 
not to each other. The man took the oars and rowed out on the lake. 

Cherry wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse and a pair of red 
gym shorts and sandals. 

Her mind teemed with memories of last night, of the things that Kate had 
done to her and that she had done to Kate. 

Cherry looked at the world with newly opened eyes. Now, when she saw an 
attractive female, girl or woman, Cherry could not help but think of her in 
a sexual sense. 

What would this one be like in bed? That woman, with the lush bosom-what 
would it be like to lick and suck at her breasts, to be taken to her bed. 

Cherry was glad she was sitting down, since thoughts like these made her 
weak in the knees with rubbery legs. 

Just visualizing them, seeing herself with other females, made her get all 
warm on the inside, and set her nipples to tingling. 

In fact, now that she was conscious of them, she realized that her nipples 
stood out stiff and straight, little points pressing her blouse. 

Cherry was a bit embarrassed. She looked around, and was relieved to 
discover that no one was staring at her. 

She didn't think that she was a lesbian. No, she was sure that she wasn't, 
since lesbians, as far as she knew, had no use for males. 

Well, that certainly wasn't the case with her! Cherry liked boys-was mad for 
them ... even though she had never gone all the way with them. 

But she liked girls, too., loved them, going by last night. 

Cherry shrugged defiantly. Look at Kate- 

Kate had surely aroused and satisfied her boyfriend John Foster. There was 
nothing peculiar about Kate! 

And Kate had done the same thing for Cherry. Well, if Kate could do it, have 
both males and females as lovers, so could she! 

Cherry felt very grown-up after reaching this decision. 

She waited on the dock for Billy. They had a date, of sorts. He was going to 
take her sailing on the lake, which would be a lot of fun. 

He was kind of late, though. Cherry realized she had been waiting here for 
more than a few minutes, and there was no sign of Billy. 

She had been so absorbed in thinking over the events of last night, and all 
that they meant for her, that she had sort of lost track of the time. 

Cherry was a little bit irked. A pretty girl like her was hardly used to 
being kept waiting by a boy, even for a few moments. 

But it was a beautiful morning, and Cherry felt equally beautiful, thanks to 
Kate and last night, so she relaxed and settled back. 

Billy was on his way to the docks, when he was detoured. 

He padded on sneakered feet down the dirt path, passing the lodge. To the 
left of the lodge was the cabin where the director, Max Glisser, lived with 
wife and daughter. 

Billy wore a sleeveless shirt, swim trunks, white sneakers with no socks. 
Sun shining through leaves threw patterns of light and shadow on his face. 

Just as he drew abreast of the Glisser cabin, through its open doorway 
stepped Honey Glisser, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. 

She was sensationally curved and voluptuously built. Her bosom was an 
overhanging balcony of flesh which swept out from her chest. 

Her hips were wide and curved. She was lushly built, almost plump, with 
masses of soft female flesh in all the right places. 

She leaned against the doorframe, causing her wide womanly hip to jut out. 

She waved and called to him. Billy dutifully turned and trotted up the path 
and stood at the foot of the short flight of wooden steps leading to the 
cabin porch. 

"Hi, Mrs. Glisser," he said, trying to be polite and not stare at her tits, 
which were worth staring at, and more. 

"Good morning, Billy," she said. "I need you to do a little favor for me. 
There's some stuff on a shelf that I can't reach. Can you give me a hand?" 

"Sure, Mrs. Glisser, I'd be glad to." 

Billy climbed the stairs. He was a tall lad, about six feet in height, and 
she was a half a head shorter than he. 

"Please don't be so formal," she smiled with her ripe red lips. "You know 
that we're all one big happy family here at Silverstone. Call me Honey." 

She must have only recently climbed out of bed, since her platinum hair was 
tousled. Her eyes were bleary with sleep, but they glowed warmly at the 
sight of them. 

She turned and walked into the cabin. Billy followed her inside, enjoying a 
fine view of her plump, splendid buttocks. 

She wore tan Bermuda shorts, stretched taut across the rounded globes of her 
bottom, which were clearly outlined through the clinging fabric. 

As she moved, her hips swayed and her buttocks rolled enticingly. 

The cabin was dark, when he came in suddenly out of the sun, but there was 
plenty of light to see. He followed her through the den, into the back room. 

There were wooden shelves mounted on a wall, with boxes stacked on the 
shelves. 

Honey moved close to him, pointed at the box on the top shelf. "That's the 
one that I want, but I can't reach it." 

"I'll get it, no problem," he grinned. He stood on tiptoes, took hold of the 
edges of the box, which was a bit heavy, and pulled it off the shelf. 

Honey's eyes got brighter and warmer as she looked over the tall, handsome, 
well formed lad, with his lean wiry body, broad shoulders, his cute buns. 

He wrestled the box off the shelf and on his shoulder. "Where do you want 
it?" 

"This way, kind sir." She exited the storeroom and entered a room which he 
knew was the bedroom. She gestured toward an open closet. 

"If you could just put it on the floor over there, please," she said. 

"Sure thing!" 

Billy bent at the knees and lowered the box into the closet. 

Straightening up after completing the chore, he turned in time to see Honey 
Glisser pull off her blouse and cast it aside. 

He froze, like a statue. He stared. There was plenty to stare at. 

She wore no bra. Her breasts were the size of melons, and they were bluff 
pink and soft and jiggling from the motion of taking off the blouse. 

Her nipples were the size of thimbles, and the auroeles were wider than 
silver dollars. Even as he watched, the nipples stiffened. 

"Mrs. Glisser!" he gasped. 

"Honey," she reminded him, reaching for the catch of her shorts and opening 
it. A metallic racket sounded as she pulled down the zipper. 

Those Bermuda shorts were tight, and she squirmed and tugged to pull them 
down off her wide hips, but down they came. 

Billy was planted in place, as though roots had sprung from his feet and dug 
into the floorboards. His wide eyes were bulging. 

Honey peeled the shorts off her hips. She wore black lace panties. The 
shorts rustled as they fluttered down her legs. 

The panties were stretched tight across her wide pink hips. There was a 
softness at her belly, a ripple of abundant flesh. 

Her crotch was fattish, with an arching pubic mound pressing the black 
panties. The heavily embroidered lacy panties were semi-transparent. 

Her thick dark bush made a fat triangle of shadow at her crotch. Stray curly 
hairs peeped over the top of her panties. 

She padded to the bed, aware of the awesome alluring power of her body, her 
big breasts jiggling, her buttocks rolling under the panties. 

She lay down on her side in bed, facing him, supporting her head with one 
hand. This position caused her breasts to push out even more plumply. 

She ran a fat pink tongue over ripe red lips, wetting them. 

"As long as I have you here in my bedroom, Billy, there is something else 
that you can do for me-a few things else, come to think of it." 

She crooked her finger and beckoned him. "Come here, Billy." 

"But Mr. Glisser--" 

"Is out, and not expected back," Honey said. "Besides, Max has no objection 
to my taking my pleasure where I find it." 

She pouted, "Perhaps it's that you don't find me attractive?" 

"Oh no, it's not that!" he said quickly. 

"I didn't think so," she laughed softly, "not when I see that big thing 
bulging between your legs, Billy." 

Looking down, Billy became aware for the first time that he was in a state 
of furious erection, with his penis standing up stiffly. 

"Come here and show me what you've got," cooed Honey. 

Billy hurried to the bed. He walked around it. Honey rolled over so that she 
lay on her side facing him. 

Her eyes narrowed with interest as she looked between his legs. The crotch 
of his swimming trunks bulged like a tentpole. 

"Off with those clothes, young man," she said. "They'll only be in the way." 

Billy peeled off his shirt. His torso was slim, tapered, with broad 
shoulders. He kicked off his sneakers and tugged at his trunks. 

The swim trunks were tight, and his penis was so stiff and swollen inside 
them that it pained him from the pressure of trying to break free. 

When he pulled down his swim trunks, his stiff penis popped out. It rose 
rigidly from his hips, rising up at a 45 degree angle. 

Fires flashed in Honey's hot eyes as she beheld his endowment. "Ummmmmmm, 
you are a beautifully equipped young man!" 

Leaning forward, breasts shifting and bobbing, she reached for his penis. 

Her hand circled his member, squeezing it. She tugged on it and pulled him 
to bed. She rolled on her back and reached for him. 

He climbed on the bed, on her. She was hot and smoothly naked. He wanted to 
drown in her masses of soft bosom flesh, her wide hips. 

He lay on her. She cushioned him with her flesh. She took hold of his head 
and pulled his face to hers, pulled his mouth on hers. 

They kissed. Her tongue was hot, demanding. It flicked up into his mouth, 
probing, penetrating, tasting, twining with his tongue. 

She rubbed his broad shoulders, kneading the fine firm musculature there. 
Her hands slid down his back, stroking his spine, raising chills on it. 

After they kissed for a moment, she eased his mouth off hers. She put her 
hands on her breasts, those impressive globes, and pushed them together. 

Now they were particularly plumped up. The nipples stood up stiffly. Nipples 
and aureoles were a dark deep shade of shocking pink. 

She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her bosom. 

His face was engulfed in twin pillows of flesh. The breasts were soft and 
buttery, seeming semi-solid, shifting as he nuzzled them. 

His mouth watered. His eyes were dreamy and glazed as he rolled his head 
from side to side on them, back and forth. 

The stiff nipples throbbed heavily as he rolled his face over them. Honey 
cupped a breast, soft bosom flesh jiggling in her hand. 

She rubbed her nipple against his face, brought it to his lips. He moaned 
with lust, and she fed the nipple to his open mouth. 

He wrapped his lips around the nipple and nursed at it, sucking and licking 
it. Honey rubbed his head, fondled his hair. 

She eased the nipple from his mouth at last. 

Sucking had caused it to grow fatter and redder than its twin on her other 
breast. 

Her hands were on his shoulders and she pulled him down on his back beside 
her. She rose up, standing on her knees. 

He sat up, watching. She slipped her fingers in her panties and slowly, 
teasingly pulled them down off her hips. 

Her head hair was dyed platinum blonde, with dark roots. But her bush showed 
her natural coloring, a rich and glossily luxurious black pelt of fur. 

His stiff penis jerked and jumped as she showed him her pussy. 

Her bush reached halfway to her navel. It was a mass of fleecy, charmingly 
disarranged black curls partially veiling her fat pussy lips. 

Her crotch was oversized, with thick pussy lips, full and fleshy, lips which 
quivered when exposed to Billy's heated, admiring gaze. 

Honey took hold ' of his penis. The red throbber trembled in her hand. She 
held it so its swollen head jutted from the top of her fist. 

She playfully, teasingly ran her finger up and down his swollen balls. His 
face creased with breathless ecstasy as she handled him. 

She squeezed his shaft. From the slit in the center of his ccock head oozed 
a fat drop of pearly semen, which clung there. 

Leaning forward, she lowered her head to his crotch, to the head of the 
stiff penis which she held. She looked up at him, red Ups smiling. 

She stuck out her tongue and slowly, deliberately, arousingly, licked the 
drop of semen from his cock head and swallowed. 

She asked: "Do you eat pussy, Billy?" 

"Y-yes, Mrs. Glisser!" His weak voice cracked comically. 

Honey put a hand between her plump pink thighs and fondled herself. Her 
pussy lips quivered and rippled under the caressing. 

"Well, I have a hot, wet, sweet pussy which needs a lot of licking ... among 
other things. Think you can handle it?" 

"Yes, ma'am!" 

"Fine." She gave his cock another squeeze, then got on hands and knees and 
crawled up to the bed's head, turned to face his feet. 

She planted her knees on either side of his upturned face. His cheeks 
tingled where her soft thighs rubbed them. 

Looking up, he saw her thick pussy lips and black bush looming over his 
head. 

She lowered herself down on him. As she neared, the ripely aromatic 
fragrance of her sex filled his lungs, intoxicating him. 

She pressed her pussy on his face, on his open mouth. 

Her breasts bobbed as she oohed and aahed in pleasure while his mouth kissed 
and licked her pussy. He kissed her feverishly. 

Her thick pussy lips were warm but they got hot as he kissed them. She 
rubbed her pussy on his face, smearing him with juices. 

The labia spread and the humid inner membranes were exposed, then 
penetrated, as he lanced his tongue up inside her. 

The taste of her was rich and thick, like fine full-bodied wine, the taste 
of a fully mature woman with hot-blooded lust. 

She squirmed from side to side. Her plump buttocks pressed his forehead. She 
sat forward, her dangling breasts causing stiff nipples to press his flesh. 

She took hold of his cock and lavished wet kisses on its swollen head. Her 
tongue darted snake-like as it licked his cock head. 

She stuffed the cock head in her mouth and sucked and chewed on it. She was 
skilled with lips and tongue and had Billy squirming. 

He was moaning from what she did to him. Since his mouth was attached to her 
pussy, his moans vibrated through heated pussy flesh. 

Honey liked that. All the while that she sucked him, she rocked back and 
forth on his face, riding his mouth to pleasure. 

Honey took his stiff thing in her mouth, the swollen shaft stretching it at 
its comers-here was a well endowed lad indeed! 

Molding her mouth around his member, taking it as deep as her throat would 
allow, she sucked him hotly and juicily. 

Saliva spilled down her chin, making it wet and shiny. Her platinum blonde 
head bobbed up and down as she sucked him. 

The bedroom was filled with the liquid sucking sound of mouths pleasuring 
genitals. 

He came first. He was so delightfully devastated from this unexpected 
session of steamy sex that his arousal boiled feverishly in him. 

Besides, Honey was superbly skilled with her mouth, and she used it to drive 
him to the limits of ecstasy. 

When he came, her lips clutched the throbbing shaft, keeping the member 
safely stuffed on her tongue and in her throat. 

His taut body went rigid like rock as he orgasmed. His moaning mouth 
shivered rippling vibrations through her steamy pussy. 

He arched his back, instinctively lifting his ass from the mattress and 
plunging his hard, spurting penis into the passion pit of her mouth. 

She was equal to the task, and she held him in mouth and throat. 

Her cheeks went concave as she sucked the member which spurted semen. 

His essence boiled up from swollen balls, ascended the column of his cock, 
and jetted explosively in liquid gushes from his cock head. 

She sucked and slurped, swallowing his cream, gulping it down her gullet. 

At last his orgasmic tremblings subsided. Tension left his body. He sagged 
back, slumping on the sweat-damp sheets. 

He was still stiff in her mouth, and she sucked the drops which oozed from 
the member, gulping them down. 

Her own pleasure demanded satisfaction. Playfully she squeezed his head with 
her thighs, and rocked her pussy, pressing it on his mouth. 

Still gasping from pleasure, laboring for breath, Billy went back to work on 
tonguing her clitoris. 

Honey oohed and aahed, face creasing with pleasure when the tongue curled 
around her clitoris and rubbed back and forth upon it. 

He licked and lapped until his jaws and the root of his tongue ached. Honey 
moaned as she rocked back and forth, riding his face, his mouth. 

Her juices smeared on his face from forehead to chin. He sucked in quick 
gasping breaths of air as she moved on his face. 

He applied his tongue to her pleasure and made her climax. 

When she came, Honey sat up straight on his face and crossed her arms over 
her chest, hugging her breasts. 

Her pussy membranes slid and heaved convulsively against the mouth under 
them. 

She moaned and gave a final shudder of satisfaction. Her pleasure was at 
least partially gratified, but there was plenty of lust still boiling in 
her. 

As long as she had this virile young stud in her bed, she would make good 
use of him and keep him working sexually.... 

Down at the docks, a restive and restless Cherry finally stood up. Scanning 
the hillside, she saw no sign of Billy. 

Perhaps he had misunderstood her, or she him. Maybe, instead of coming to 
meet her at the dock, he had gone to the bungalow where she was staying. 

Cherry trudged up the winding dirt path, heading back to the bungalow. She 
had a few items to pick up anyway, such as suntan lotion and a towel. 

Besides ... maybe Kate was alone in the bungalow ... ah, there would be 
something worth postponing her sailing trip for! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sisters kissed. 

Lucinda leaned forward. Her dark eyes were smoky and heavy-lidded. Her ripe 
lips were parted as she moved her head toward Kate. 

Kate's face shone with a thin sheen of sweat. Her eyes looked sleepy. When 
she parted her lips for the kiss, a soft moan escaped them. 

Face met face. Lips brushed, pressed, locked. Mouths clamped together. 
Tongues slid into each other's mouths. 

The sisters kissed passionately. Both were naked. 

Lucinda's nipples were fat throbbing cherries jutting from the tips of her 
breasts, which were the size and shape of grapefruits. 

Kate's nipples were more sharply pointed than those of her older sister, as 
were her breasts, which were not so full and round as Lucinda's. 

As the sisters tongued each other's open mouths, the tips of their breasts, 
their stiff nipples, fenced, brushing against one another. 

Kate murmured with appreciative lust as her tongue was caressed by Lucinda's 
tongue. Kate reached for her sister's breasts. 

She fondled them. Lucinda's masses of bosom flesh jiggled and rippled under 
the eager caresses of her kid sister. 

Dolan Randolph was unable to see the kisses and enjoy the sight of the two 
sisters heatedly kissing, but he had no complaints. 

Kate squatted on his face, while Lucinda rode his stiff penis. 

As naked as the females, he lay on his back. Pillows had been swept from the 
bed and knocked to the floor by the antics of the torrid trio. 

Kate straddled his head, facing his feet. His head was hidden under her 
crotch, hidden above the neck. 

But he made his presence felt by the hot wet kisses he planted on Kate's 
pussy, and by the liquid slurping noises made by those oral services. 

Muscles flexed in Kate's taut thighs as she squatted on her brother-in-law's 
face. Her bush was damp with saliva. 

Frothy silvery beads and bubbles of saliva dung to the dark bush of her 
pussy, clinging like crystal dewdrops on velvety moss. 

As she kissed her older sister, Kate rocked back and forth on Dolan's face, 
making sure each part of her pussy was pleasured by his passionate kisses. 

Lucinda was equally engaged. She sat straddling his hips, facing her sister. 

The lips of her pussy were full and warm and blushed a bright burning red 
with arousal. The lips glimmered wetly. 

She squatted over her husband's hips, with his member, stiffly swollen, 
shoved deep into her, impaling her with a spike of flesh. 

He was hard and thick and long, and stretched her slippery membranes which 
oozed fresh secretions of desire with every little move she made. 

She sat straight up, with her long legs folded under her. She leaned her 
head forward somewhat, in order to kiss Kate at the same time. 

Dolan knew the exquisite sensation of being engulfed in female flesh. 

His head was covered by Kate's soft parts, while his genitals were pleasured 
by the perfect pussy of his passionate spouse. 

Earlier, as the threesome lay in bed listening to Kate's detailed 
description of her seduction of Cherry, their lusts were fired up. 

It was only natural that they do something to satisfy those fires in the 
flesh. 

And so they did. Now, Kate's pussy dripped hotly with thick secretions which 
tingled on Dolan's thrusting tongue as he pushed it in her. 

Her pussy lips, wet and warm, quivered. The outer lips had been licked from 
top to bottom, while now his tongue was within the slitted lips. 

He pressed his parted lips to her pussy lips. Kate was thrilled by the 
clinging, caressing contact of pussy lips and his lips. 

His jaws gaped open, while his tongue worked in and out, back and forth, 
thrusting and tasting, licking and lapping at the inside of her. 

The spicy sweetness of her filled his mouth and fired his senses. 

Her soft buttocks pressed his forehead as she moved on his face, rubbing her 
pussy, grinding it hard against his open mouth. 

Her folded legs pressed his head. Her thighs covered his ears, muffling 
sound and casting him to a more or less silent realm of sexual sensation. 

Kate's pussy quivered and her membranes heaved as he tongued her. 

He was being taken care of below the waist by Lucinda. His lady sat astride 
his hips, riding his stiff erection. 

She rocked back and forth. Her pussy lips circled the base of his shaft. His 
rod filled her and stretched the slippery membranes. 

He moved under her, squirming, rocking, working his penis in her pussy. 

Lucinda and Kate leaned forward to kiss, causing the threesome to form a 
triangle of flesh when their mouths met and locked. 

Dolan was the baseline of the triangle, while Lucinda and Kate were the two 
sides, their heads and mouths meeting at the apex. 

Lucinda caressed her sister's breasts, savoring the contrast between 
yielding buttery bosom flesh and hard throbbing nipples. 

Kate rested her soft slim-fingered hands on I icinda's shoulders. Her tongue 
pushed and slid and thrust and rubbed Lucinda's. 

Dolan withdrew his tongue from within her honeyed pussy. Kate squirmed with 
sexual sensation as his tongue slithered to the top of her slit. 

The tongue tip probed under the pussy lips and pressed the hard button of 
her clitoris and massaged it, slowly building up speed. 

Kate's pussy was a steamy mass of pleasure from the previous tonguing. Hot 
sparks lashed through her like lightning, as her clitoris was licked. 

Her mouth pressed more passionately on Lucinda's, her tongue thrust faster. 

Lucinda squeezed and kneaded the breasts of her sister. She tweaked the 
nipples, making those stiff points shiver with sensation. 

Her own hips rocked back and forth as she rode the stiff cock of her 
husband. 

Knowing him as well as she did, she could tell from the way his stiff member 
twitched against her creamy membranes that his orgasm was near. 

She worked harder, grinding her hips into him. She was tilted at an angle 
which often caused her clitoris to rub his shaft. 

Her strong thighs clutched his sides as she rocked on him. 

Dolan fought to delay his orgasm until he had brought Kate to her climax. 

She was close ... very close. Her membranes moved and slid against his 
mouth. Her flesh shivered with sensation. 

His tongue tip seemed glued to the button of her clitoris. Now it was a 
flickering blur of pink motion playing over her pearl of flesh. 

Now, Kate climaxed, As she came, she squeezed his head with hher taut strong 
thighs. Her pussy flesh pressed his face, filling his nostrils, sealing his 
mouth. 

For an instant, he was smothered in the pussy flesh of his sister-in-law. 

He loved it. His face was engulfed by Kate's pussy and his stiff, pulsing 
cock was clutched inside the velvety sheath of Lucinda's sex. 

Kate shook and shivered. Lucinda felt Kate's moans ripple inside her own 
mouth. Kate's hands convulsively tightened their grip on Lucinda's 
shoulders. 

Kate tossed her head, hair swirling across her shoulders and upper back, 
eyes squeezed nearly shut, mouth gaping open and moaning. 

Lucinda let her hand stray down between her own legs. The glossy pelt of her 
bush brushed her fingertips as she reached for her clitoris. 

Her pussy was filled by the stiff and shaking penis of her husband, whom she 
knew wo uld orgasm in a matter of seconds. 

She could let herself go now. She pressed her fingertips to her pussy and 
rubbed her clitoris hard and fast. 

Sure enough, Dolan orgasmed. His cock twitched against her membranes, then 
shook and shuddered as it spurted forth semen. 

Semen, thick and gushing, bubbled from his swollen cock head. It came in 
heavy gushes, pouring into her pussy membranes. 

Within seconds, she was filled to the brim, so that semen seethed in her sex 
from the pit of her pussy to the slitted lips. 

She squeezed his hips with her thighs. Her fingertips pressed her clitoris. 

Those last little touches of her fingers on her clitoris were all she needed 
to bring her off, triggering her own shattering climax. 

Dolan's coming cock was given extra added thrills as his wife climaxed. As 
she came, her pussy membranes convulsively clamped down on his cock. 

Her pussy squeezed his spurting penis, clamping down on it, milking it dry 
of semen while she shook with the force of her own orgasm. 

Three figures, two female and one male, shook and shivered with ecstasy. 

Kate sobbed for breath. She rose up, lifting her pussy from the wet face it 
covered. Thick masses of gooey saliva clung to her pussy lips. 

Dolan's face was bright red and shining with her natural oils and his own 
saliva. He sucked in great groaning gasps of air. 

Kate climbed off his face and toppled on her side. She lay curled at the 
head of the bed, on her side, legs pressed together and bent. 

Dolan shook with sexual satisfaction as the last drops of milky white semen 
oozed from his cock head to add their presence to the volume of his come 
which already filled Lucinda. 

Lucinda pressed her sweaty palms down on his flat, hard muscles chest. Her 
head hung and her eyes were bright glittering slits as she caught her 
breath. 

Her face was red, and f rosy blush showed on her breasts and belly. 

Kate stirred, shifted, sighed profoundly. Her pussy was a mass of liquid 
electric pleasure glowing in the center of her. 

She pressed her thighs against her pussy lips, squeezing the labia. The 
added sensation added to the soft moans escaping her open mouth. 

Lucinda leaned forward, so that her stiff-nippled breasts dangled inches 
over Dolan's open gasping mouth. His eyes were shut. 

She lowered her breasts, nudging him. She swayed her upper body so that her 
stiff throbbing nipples slid back and forth on his face. 

He shaped his mouth into a wide sucking O. She stuffed her nipple between 
his lips, and he greedily sucked it. He was still inside her. 

At last, rousing herself somewhat, Lucinda eased her nipple out of his mouth 
and raised herself up off his cock. 

His penis, still stiff, pulsed heavily as her slippery pussy membrane slid 
upward along it, revealing the red, swollen, sticky shaft. 

His swollen cock head popped free from her pussy lips, which pressed closed 
and sealed, semen shining wetly on them. 

His member jumped and jerked, moving this way and that. 

Lucinda eased off and lay down beside him. She felt his seed oozing inside 
her. Thick semen was soothing against her overheated pussy. 

There was a lull in the sex action as the threesome lay on the raft of the 
bed and floated on a sea of warm, lazy afterglow. 

There were murmurs of endearment, soft sliding caresses, quick kisses. 

Presently Lucinda moved. Dolan's come oozed inside her, dribbling out of her 
pussy lips and trickling stickily down her crotch. 

She would have herself cleaned out by Kate, by Kate's mouth. Kate herself 
rose to a sitting position, shaking her head to clear it. 

The door opened and Cherry entered. 

The truth was out. 

For a stunned second, time stood still. The scene looked like a photograph, 
with all the participants frozen and motionless. 

Kate sat up, one hand clutching the headboard of the bed, hair spilling down 
on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. 

One leg was tucked under her, the other was stretched straight out. Her 
nipples stood out stiffly and wetness shone between her legs. 

Dolan lay on his back, his red, semi-stiff penis twitching on his muscular 
hairy thigh, his hands folded behind the back of his head. 

Lucinda knelt on the bed, legs folded, broad fleshy bottom resting on the 
backs of her heels, semen shining on her thighs. 

Cherry stood just inside the threshold, paralyzed with shock. Her jaw fell 
open with an audible click of astonishment. 

Her eyes were wide, with white circles surrounding startled staring irises. 
Her gaze took in all the details of the bedroom scene. 

Cherry had come back to the cabin to get a towel and some other sundries. 
She had entered quietly, and decided to look in on Mom and Dad. 

She was getting a look, all right-a good look. 

After some seconds (which seemingly dragged on for eternities), a deep red 
blush rose in Cherry's cheeks and fanned out over her face, making it burn. 

Without a word, Cherry spun on her heels and fled the room. 

"Cherry--" Lucinda called her daughter's name, reaching out a hand to her. 

Kate was quicker. She slid out of bed in one graceful, fluid motion, picked 
up her clothes from the floor, pulled them on. 

She pulled on a shirt and a pair of denim cut-off shorts-a revealing 
costume, but one which would do in a pinch. 

"I'll go after her and bring her back," she promised. 

There was the sound of the bungalow door slamming, and Cherry going down the 
stairs and running down the dirt path. 

Kate went to the window and peered out to see in which direction Cherry had 
gone. She caught sight of the girl, and hurried after her. 

In the Glisser cabin, Honey climbed off Billy's wet face and crawled down 
and climbed back on his hips. 

Billy squirmed with lust. He had come when she sucked him off, but he was 
still hard and ready for more. 

That was one of the things Honey appreciated the most about these young 
studs. Even when they came, they were ready and eager for more. 

Well, she had more-plenty more. Her mouth had been filled and fucked by his 
long stiff shaft, while her tongue tingled to the taste of him. 

Her pussy had been pleasured by his mouth. The session of oral sex was more 
than a delight, but now she desired the filling feeling of penetration. 

She swung her legs over him as she mounted him, like she was climbing on a 
horse. She straddled his lean hips. 

She took hold of his stiff cock. Ah, it was rock hard, red, and burning. A 
fat drop of come oozed from the cock head. 

She lowered herself, her pussy poised over his stiff penis. She gripped his 
shaft in her fist, the hot penis flesh sticky with semen and saliva. 

Her own pussy ached for filling and fucking. She pressed the red head of his 
swollen rod to her pussy lips, which quivered at the touch. 

She rubbed the cock head up and down, back and forth, massaging her 
sensitive, full, and fleshy pussy lips with the head of his penis. 

The tip of the scarlet cock head pressed the slot where her pussy lips 
joined. She rubbed it up and down her slit. 

His balls were tightly swollen. He moaned when she toyed with them, 
delicately fingering them while she rubbed her pussy with his cock. 

She was eager for more satisfying sex play. She guided the cock head to its 
proper place, pressing it to her pussy. 

The cock head parted the lips of her pussy, peeling them to the sides, 
exposing seashell-pink membranes which heaved and slid. 

She stuffed the cock head inside her. Her sex was a wet furnace whose sexual 
heat sizzled against the knobbed cock head. 

She pressed it inside her, lodging it safely. Then she lowered herself down, 
swallowing the member up inside her. 

The red shaft sank between stretched pussy lips. It pulsed and throbbed as 
it glided over creamy membranes which caressingly clutched it. 

Billy's red sweating face moaned. His eyes were slits. He shook his head 
from side to side in a daze of sexual delirium. 

Honey sat down, taking his member fully inside her. He was well hung, long 
and thick, with a cock whose width satisfying Filled her pussy. 

She sat forward, her breasts falling on his face, engulfing them in buttery 
warmth. She snuggled in, taking his cock deep. 

She rode him and rocked on him, sliding back and forth. She ground her pussy 
against his swollen penis. 

Her plump buttocks jiggled as she moved. When she rose up, his red shaft 
emerged from within her pussy lips. 

She would ride him until all but his knobbed cock head was outside her pussy 
lips. She teased him erotically by just holding his cock head inside her. 

He was eager, and could not last that way for more than a few seconds 
without urgently squirming and trying to plant his penis fully in her. 

She would feed him a breast, stuffing the nipple and a good deal of its 
surrounding bosom flesh into his mouth, stretching it at the comers. 

When his moans rippled through her stiff nipple and her sensitive mass of 
bosom flesh, she would at last sink back down and swallow his shaft inside 
her. 

This pleasant little game prolonged the passion, and had Billy nearly faint 
with lust as she continued to toy with him. 

At last she settled in and rode him for a really good and deep fucking. 

She took him inside her and rocked back and forth on him. Her belly slapped 
his, and sweat poured from both bodies. 

The mature and wanton female and the lusty young stud were soon oiled with 
sweat, while the bed was damp with the natural fluid. 

Back and forth she rocked, riding him. Sweat made her flesh cling to his. 
His cries sounded again and again, cries of lust which were music to her 
ears. 

Heat rose in his seething shaft and the pussy membranes surrounding it. 
Sexual heat was steamy inside Honey's sex. 

She rode him more vigorously than ever, demandingly. He was more than equal 
to the task, and writhed under her in response. 

His buttocks, damp with sweat, were tightly clenched. They lifted from the 
mattress as he drove his hard cock upward into her. 

His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb with each deep thrust. He pounded 
into her from below, setting her soft masses of female flesh quivering. 

As he came, she ground her pussy into him, grinding hard in a move which 
triggered her own climax and swept her with sexual fire. 

Heat seethed through her, a firestorm which exploded in her pussy and washed 
through the rest of her, sweeping her away. 

His member was like a bar taken from the blacksmith's forge, glowing red 
hot, and plunged into a pail of water for quenching. 

Quenched he was, as semen boiled and bubbled from his member, which spurted 
seemingly endless masses of the milky fluid into the wanton woman. 

In another part of Silverstone, high on a hill, Kate calmed Cherry. 

Cherry, shaken and stunned, was white-faced and shivering. She was sullen 
and pouting and her back was turned to Kate. 

Cherry sat on the log of a fallen tree, under a mass of trees whose shade 
fell on her and Kate. Kate stood behind her. 

Cherry's eyes were moist, but she didn't cry. Kate sat down beside her on 
the tree. Cherry, without looking Kate in the face, started to get up. 

Kate rested her hand on Cherry's slim shoulder and held her down. 

"After last night, Cherry, how can you hate me?" she asked. 

"I don't hate you," Cherry mumbled. "B-b-b-but after I-I-I-last night, how 
could you do it--with Mom and Dad?! How could they do it with you?!" 

"Because we all love each other very much, dear girl." Kate fondled Cherry's 
hair, pleased that Cherry did not reject the caress. 

"People who love each other should make love," Kate argued persuasively. 
"After all, I love you, and so we made love, didn't we?" 

Kate spoke softly and convincingly in this vein for some moments. Finally 
she melted Cherry's resistance and took her in her arms. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Tonight was the big night. 

Before the evening's planned activities got started, the family dined in the 
lodge, eating well but lightly. 

Mom, Dad, Cherry, and Kate were all freshly washed and neatly groomed and 
nicely dressed for what promised to be a very special occasion. 

Cherry's hair, recently washed and shampooed, was pulled back in a ponytail. 
Her fresh, scrubbed, lovely face was without make-up. 

Cherry wore a pretty white frock, with lacy straps going over her bare 
shoulders, which, already glowed goldenly from time spent under the sun. 

The delightful dress clung to her slim curves. Her small breasts pressed 
pertly against the front of the garment, pressing out its front a bit with 
twin tender mounds. 

The dress was tight in the torso and full in the skirt, with a hem which 
reached down past her knees. A pair of white strap-on sandals completed her 
outfit. 

Mom wore a red dress, very snug and stylish and summery. It left both 
shoulders bare, and showed a nice swelling of the tops of her breasts. 

She wore no bra with the garment, but her breasts were fitted into the 
individual cups of the scarlet dress, with her fat nipples fully outlined. 

Kate wore a one-piece green dress with a backless halter top. Her pert 
breasts were fitted in the triangular cups of soft green fabric. 

At the top of each cup was a drawstring. The pair of strings were knotted 
together at the back of her neck, holding the dress in place. 

Kate's hair, freshly washed and set, was full and shimmering and swept over 
her shoulders in glossy sweeping curves of dark hair. 

Dad wore a sport shirt which was handsomely filled out by his powerful 
torso. He was freshly shaved, his alert eyes shining with eagerness. 

Those eyes also glimmered with family pride, as he considered the loveliness 
of his wife and her seductive kid sister. 

And his eyes lit up with intense paternal pride when he looked on his 
daughter, a delicious little angel wrapped in a dress as white as a cloud. 

The family kept to themselves this night, and there was much significant 
exchanging of veiled, knowing glances between them. 

They touched often. Kate sat next to Cherry on one side, and she had moved 
her chair so that her thigh pressed Cherry's, keeping them in constant 
contact. 

From time to time, Kate's hand would slip under the table to squeeze or pat 
Cherry's thigh, setting that girl tingling. 

Cherry was all smiles and blushing eagerness. Like the rest of the family, 
she ate lightly, not wanting to be weighed down later. 

Her eagerness caused her to squirm on her seat, shifting weight from one 
cupcake buttock to the next-she squirmed especially when Kate fondled her 
under the table. 

After dessert and coffee, the family group arose as one from the table, 
saying goodnight to their tablemates. 

On their way out of the lodge, Tom Lee came over to Dad, inviting him and 
Lucinda and Kate--to join him and Betty Jane for a little get-together 
later. 

Dad grinned, saying that he would have to take a rain check on that 
attractive invitation, to some other night soon. 

Tonight he would be spending the entire evening with his dear family, he 
told Tom Lee. Tom Lee nodded, realizing the full implications of what Dad 
meant. 

As Tom looked from Lucinda, to Kate, to blushing Cherry, Tom said, "I envy 
you," to Dad. The two shook hands, and he kissed Mom. 

Dad expressed the family's best wishes to the absent Betty Jane, and once 
more promised Tom that all of them would get together soon for some fun. 

The family moved on, exiting the lodge, going arm in arm along the path to 
their bungalow, walking four abreast. 

Those who saw them knew something of what the family was into, since they 
themselves shared similar interests, incestuous interests, as well as many 
other lusts. 

Dolan and Lucinda were well known by other, regular patrons. Kate and Cherry 
were fresh faces whose arrival was greeted with a great deal of gladness. 

Back to the bungalow went the family. Dad closed the curtains and locked the 
door. No one would disturb the session. 

This was for family members only. 

Now that the moment of truth was at hand, Cherry was filled with 
simultaneous longing and anxiety. 

All in all, there was no question that this was to be the most thrilling 
night of her life--a once in a lifetime event. 

After all, a girl can only become a woman once. 

And Daddy would be doing the honors. 

Long gone were the angry glares and tears which had darkened Cherry's face 
this morning when she stumbled across the threesome in the bedroom. 

Kate had worked her seductively persuasive magic on the girl, kissing and 
cuddling Cherry under the shade trees and pacifying the girl. 

Kate had brought Cherry back to the bungalow, back to Mom and Dad, who had 
dressed in the meantime. There was a teary reconciliation. 

Mom and Dad spoke long and earnestly to their little girl. They told her 
that there were lots of things about their private lives-their bedroom 
lives-which they had kept from Cherry up to now, but which it was time for 
her hear now. 

Fondling Cherry's hair, Mom said solemnly that the body was a beautiful 
thing, the crown of creation of He who had made it. 

Bodies were designed to give pleasure to each other. There was no greater 
good than giving pleasure to one you loved. 

Mom and Dad explained that they lived for love's pleasure, with each other, 
and with their friends and lovers. 

Kate stood between them, with Dad's arm around her shoulders and Mom's arm 
circling her waist, and took up the thread of the argument. 

Kate said that she was singularly lucky, since she not only had a sister who 
loved her and was her lover, but a brother-in-law who also was equally 
concerned with her desires. 

Kate said that now she was triply blessed, since in addition to Mom and Dad, 
she now had little Cherry, her beloved niece, as her lover. 

Kate reached for Cherry, who willingly entered her embrace. Mom and Dad 
hugged them, and there were many tears and smiles. 

Cherry was a big girl. She was growing up fast, and now she was ready to 
know the truth about her parents, and to join them if she so desired. 

Mom and Dad and Kate hugged and kissed and caressed the girl, expressing 
their fondest hopes that Cherry would join them. 

Dazed with stunned surprise, Cherry somehow managed to say that nothing in 
the world would be more pleasing to her than to join the family circle of 
physical love. 

The afternoon passed swiftly, while the foursome prepared for the night. 

Now that night had come, and Mom, Dad, Kate, and Cherry stood in the living 
room of the bungalow, facing each other, holding champagne glasses together 
for a toast. 

The well stocked cellars of the lodge had been able to supply a very 
acceptable bottle of domestic champagne for the family. 

After all, such a special occasion as this demanded champagne for 
celebration. 

Champagne bubbles fizzed, tickling Cherry's nose. The champagne was golden 
and bubbled like soda pop, but it was ten thousand times better! 

Cherry swallowed it down, and it warmed her tummy and made her skin tingle. 

Glasses were set down. Dad sat in an armchair and called his daughter to him 
for her to sit in his lap. 

Mom and Kate sat side by side on the couch facing Dad and Cherry. The couch 
had been moved close to the chair, so that Mom's knees practically touched 
Dad's. 

There was a rustling of the ruffled skirt of Cherry's white dress as the 
girl happily climbed into Dad's lap and snuggled in. 

Her pert bottom pressed his lap, his genitals, pressing down on them with 
warmth which Dad felt through her panties and dress; and his slacks and 
shorts. 

His face was close to her hair, and her hair smelled sweetly, naturally 
fragrant. 

Daddy slipped his arm around her waist and held her snugly, rocking her on 
his lap, causing her buttocks to roll back and forth over his member. 

Mom and her sister sat side by side, thighs touching, holding hands. 

Dad put his face close to Cherry's for a kiss. Cherry closed her eyes, 
parted her lips, and tilted her head back for the kiss. 

Dad's lips met hers. Her nostrils tingled with the faint aroma of his 
aftershave lotion, which continued to cling to his clean shaven face. 

His lips pressed hers. His tongue touched her teeth, slipped into her mouth. 

Thus was his first invasion of her v-. i. accomplished, as his tongue 
penetrated the warm wet spicy mouth of his teen daughter. 

Cherry had been kissed by her daddy many r many times, but never with 
tongues. 

She tingled all over, even more than she had when she drank the champagne. 
Her nipples throbbed and stiffened to points of hardness. 

She squirmed as warm wetness oozed inside her pussy. Daddy tasted her mouth 
and rubbed her tongue and touched her. 

She thrilled as he put his hand on her small bosom. His palm practically 
covered her breast. He was very gentle and loving. 

He squeezed and played with her breast as he kissed her. His thing throbbed 
against her and the member swelled and stiffened. 

Still kissing passionately, Cherry went, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," as his penis got 
all hard and rigid under her bottom. 

His hands trembled with lust as he touched her. He put his hand on her thigh 
and caressed it through her white dress. 

Then he was taking his mouth from hers, and gently easing her off his lap. 

"It's time we all were in bed, I think," said Dad. 

Mom and Kate got up, their hands reaching out for Cherry. Mom wrapped her 
arms around Cherry and hugged her tightly. 

Cherry's small breasts were pressed and overwhelmed by Mom's expansive bosom 
as Mom hugged her. Mom kissed her on the mouth. 

Mom pressed her tongue inside Cherry's mouth. Cherry tingled all over, and 
the heat in her little pussy flared forth with renewed fire. 

Mom, still kissing her teen daughter, reached down to pat the roundness of 
Cherry's ripely curved rump, to squeeze and fondle the buttocks. 

Mom broke off the kiss, but only to turn her daughter over to the loving 
attentions of her sister Kate, who took her turn kissing and caressing the 
youngster. 

Cherry was dazed with lust. First there was just the sheer physical power of 
having her sensitive skin touched by three pairs of tender hands, hands 
which stroked her slim shoulders and small breasts and rounded bottom and 
thin thighs. 

In a kind of abstract way, there was a deliciousness in being enclosed by 
three extremely attractive adult bodies-all of which desired her. 

How flattering that was to her youthful ego! Here she was, a skinny little 
kid who had only reached puberty a year or so ago, and these three adults 
wanted her! 

Not that Cherry didn't hold a high opinion of herself, and rightly so. She 
was a skinny kid, but one with the face of an angle, with smooth flawless 
skin and deep warm eyes and sensual, pouty lips. 

She was a little teen angel with small cute titties and a round bottom and a 
pair of long legs, a girl with a coltish grace. 

Cherry moved along in a sort of daze of lust, as she and the rest of the 
family entered the bedroom of her parents. 

There were fresh-picked flowers stuck in vases around the room, perfuming 
the air. Cherry inhaled deeply, feeling lightheaded. 

The bed was covered with clean sheets which were as white as her dress. Mom 
and Kate led her to the bedside, kissed her, and undressed her. 

It was a sensual experience, to have her garments taken off by Mom and Kate. 

The two adult females covered Cherry with caresses, prolonging the act of 
taking off her clothes, warming her up more and more. 

Off came the dress, to be carefully folded and set aside by Kate. 

Cherry stood in the room in her bra and panties. Kate kissed her on the back 
of the neck. Chills raced along Cherry's spine. 

Kate unhooked the bra and took it off. Mom and Dad and Kate exclaimed 
happily about the beauty of her small, shapely, tender breasts. 

Her puckered nipples were stiff and tingling. They tingled harder, when they 
were kissed one by one by Mom's velvet lips. 

Cherry was now in her panties. Dad claimed the honor of taking them down. 
Facing her, he took hold of the panties and pulled them off her hips. 

Cherry was nude. She held her hands at her sides, making no move to cover 
herself. 

Cherry was led to the bed. She climbed into it. Her face burned and so did 
the rest of her. Her nipples ached from stiffness when they throbbed. 

The sheets were smooth and clean against her naked flesh. Cherry sat up in 
bed, watching hotly as the rest of the family came together. 

Dad reached for the bow of the halter of Kate's green dress. When he untied 
the knot, opening the drawstrings, the cups slipped from Kate's breasts, 
baring them. 

But there was no sag nor slippage of the breasts themselves, which stood out 
high and full and firm and jutting from her chest. 

Hard nipples throbbed at the tips of her breasts. Mom and Kate took off each 
other's clothes, while Dad took off his own. 

The group had lingered while undressing Cherry, making it a sexual 
experience for the child, but now they were in a hurry to join her in 
nakedness. 

Soon all four of them were naked. Cherry's heated gaze swept from Dad, to 
Mom, to Kate, and back again, trying to take in all the details r of their 
flesh. 

Dad had a big stiff penis standing out straight and stiff from his hips. 

The mattress sagged, bedsprings creaking as Mom and Kate climbed on bed, the 
sisters getting in on either side of Cherry. 

Two pairs of hands caressed the teen virgin. Mom kissed Cherry on the mouth, 
as did Kate. The sisters lowered their faces to Cherry's tender bosom. 

Cherry lay on her back on the bed, staring dreamily up at the ceiling. 

Mom put her mouth to one breast of her daughter's, while Kate performed the 
same service to the second of Cherry's breasts. 

Mom and Kate licked the girl's bosom and nibbled and sucked her tiny stiff 
nipples. 

Mom caressed her daughter's flat tummy, her lean hips. Her fingers toyed 
with the tin fleece of Cherry's pubic bush. 

Cherry moaned when Mom touched her little pussy. 

Cherry's sweet sex was a thin-lipped cleft between her legs, lightly dusted 
with a thin bush. The pussy lips were fragile as rose petals. 

Mom's fingers slid across the flower of her daughter's sex, stroking pussy 
lips with infinite tenderness. 

Mom disengaged her mouth from Cherry's stiff wet nipple, and moved down on 
the bed until her head was over Cherry's crotch. 

Her breath was warm and made Cherry's pussy tingle. Obediently Cherry spread 
her legs at Mom's touch, offering up her little pink pussy. 

Mom's smiling lips pressed Cherry's velvety pussy lips and pressed quick hot 
kisses on them, while Kate continued her work on Cherry's breasts. 

Mom's mouth loved Cherry. Mom touched her tongue to tender pussy lips and 
lovingly licked them; Cherry was breathless with delight. 

Mom's tongue rolled up and down Cherry's pussy lips. She put her tongue to 
the slit and pressed it open, forcing the squirming tongue into her 
daughter. 

Mom licked the slippery pussy lips, which dripped with moisture. Her tongue 
glided up and down. She then touched the tongue to Cherry's little clitoris. 

Moaning, shaking, Cherry squeezed her eyes shut. The bed sagged as Dad sat 
on it. Cherry's mouth was open and moaning. 

Kate lifted her mouth from Cherry's nipples, which she had kissed and 
sucked. She sat up and leaned over Cherry's head. 

Stiff nipples throbbed as they grazed Cherry's fair face. Kate held her 
breast and fed its stiff nipple into Cherry's mouth. 

Kate sat leaning over Cherry, feeding the girl her breast. Dad took over at 
the erotic task of stimulating and sucking Cherry's breasts. 

Dad licked and kissed and tongued Cherry. He held her little titty circled 
by his thumb and forefinger, and whipped his tongue across its nipple. 

Mom's licking tongue stroked a fire in Cherry's clitoris. Cherry's breath 
came in quick panting gasps and soft sighs. 

Cherry rocked her lean hips, undulating, pressing her pussy up against Mom's 
mouth. She ground her pussy against it. 

Her pussy lips quivered where touched by Mom's parted lips. Mom's tongue was 
devilishly knowing as it fanned fire into Cherry. 

Suddenly the fire flashed out and blazed through the girl, sweeping like a 
storm and roaring through her tender flesh. 

Cherry climaxed. 

When she stopped shaking, and the tension left her limbs, she slumped back 
in bed. 

She was dazed. She felt like she had an overload of sex. She felt loose and 
lazy and relaxed and utterly uninhibited. 

She wanted to give, and to be taken. 

Dad was there, Dad was ready. Dad lifted his licking tongue from her 
nipples, which were rock-hard points of electric sensation. 

Cherry opened her eyes, which were glazed, heavy-lidded. Peering up as 
though through a fog, she saw Dad smiling down at her. 

Mom and Kate sat up on either side of the girl, smiling expectantly. Dad 
reached for Cherry. His caressing hand moved from her breasts, to her belly, 
to her bush, where they fingered the damp curls. 

He put his hand on her thighs. Snuggling and sighing with desire, Cherry 
opened her legs wide, spreading them for her father. 

Dad kissed her little pussy, then mounted his virgin daughter. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Dad's big thick thing was too big to fit in Cherry without lubrication. 

Cherry was dripping wet inside. Her own secretions and Mom's masses of gooey 
saliva seethed inside her tender virgin slit. 

She was as wet as could be, but it wasn't enough for that thing to fit. 

And she was very, very eager to give herself utterly to her father, that 
maturely handsome, virile man. 

He looked great! He had a handsome head, distinguished face, strong and 
powerful body. His physical presence excited her. 

Sessions of ruthless exercise in the gym kept him in top physical condition. 
His body was taut, firm, glowing with good health. 

The adultness of him was stimulating. 

Cherry had gone pretty far with some boys, yes, but this was her first time 
ever with a full-grown male! 

His adulthood showed in his craggily handsome face, which glowed with tender 
passion as he mounted his slim, naked teen daughter. 

His weight was full but not crushing as he climbed on her and stretched out. 

Her small breasts were pressed flat under his hard chest, the nipples 
throbbing as they scraped his pelted body fut. 

A long thick staff of flesh-his cock-brushed the smooth insides of her upper 
thighs. His penis, stiff and swollen, seemed like a club of flesh rising 
from his hips. 

Her eagerness was mingled with no little anxiety-Daddy was so very big! 

Cherry was tight inside her pussy. She wondered if she would really be able 
to take that thick stiff shaft inside her. 

Determination shone in her eyes and firmed her jaw. She would do it! She 
would! 

Dad kissed her on the mouth. He fondled her face and hair, murmuring as he 
planted hot quick kisses all over her angel face. 

He raised himself up a big and reached under himself for his penis. 

He pressed its swollen head to her slit. Her sensitive, thin pussy lips 
quivered as he gently nudged them with the head of the member. 

He rubbed it up and down her slit, stroking her pussy lips. 

Kate and Mom were there, of course, at the bedside, each of them sitting on 
the bed's edge, one on either side of Cherry. 

The females smiled lovingly as they caressed father and daughter. 

Dad held the cock head to Cherry's slit. It pushed her pussy lips apart and 
pried them open. Dad pushed the head of the penis into her. 

Cherry fought to stifle a moan. She was tight, narrow in her pussy passage. 
The fat knobbed head of his penis stretched her. 

She was dripping wet when he entered her. He put it in very slowly, easing 
in the shaft by fractions of inches at a time. 

Now the cock head was inside her. Twinges shot through her stretched 
membranes. Pain creased her pretty little face and she panted for breath. 

He was very gentle with her--but his thing was too big! 

At last Cherry squealed from the pain, her face all scrunched up, her eyes 
moist. 

Dad pulled out of her, cock head popping from her pussy. 

Cherry wanted to cry-she felt so ashamed of herself for acting like a little 
girl at the very moment she was due to become a woman! 

But the three adults only kissed and caressed her and told her to put her 
fears from her mind, that they would take care of her. 

Cherry's only problem was that she needed more lubrication. Dad and Kate 
kissed and caressed Cherry while Mom, smiling maternally, rose from the bed 
of love. 

Dad moved his head down between her legs and kissed and licked Cherry there. 

Mom crossed to the bureau. From the top of it she took a jar of lubricating 
jelly, uncapped it, and returned to bed, her long legs flashing. 

She dipped her fingers in the grease, scooped some out, and smeared it on 
Cherry's slit, massaging the oil into her pussy lips.. 

The grease was cool on Cherry's hot pussy lips. The massage was very 
sensual, firing Cherry up. Mom slipped her Finger between the pussy lips and 
greased Cherry on the inside, too, oiling her membranes with the slippery 
stuff. 

Kate handled the delightfully erotic chore of greasing Dad's cock. 

She held his penis upright and smeared its wide knobbed head with grease 
like she was polishing up a doorknob. 

She rubbed more of the shining stuff on his shaft, making it slippery in her 
hands. 

When the greasing was done, Cherry lay back in the bed, her thin pussy lips 
shining brightly from the oil on them. 

Dad asked if she was ready to try again. In a small voice, she answered in 
the affirmative, saying that she was indeed ready. 

Mom and Kate took up their positions on either side of the bed, while Dad 
stretched out on top of Cherry. 

Once more, the penis was put to her slit. Cherry felt all squishy and creamy 
inside from the lubricant. The cock head slid up and down her slit. 

Dad pressed it to her and opened her pussy. This time his thing went in 
easier, although she still gasped from the stretching. 

He put the cock head in her. 

It filled her like a plug of flesh. He sank his shaft slowly inside her. 

Cherry 'moaned as she was filled and stretched. All the same, it wasn't as 
bad as she had expected-until it touched her maidenhead. 

The cock head bumped against the veil of tender tissue, the door which 
blocked the gates of pussy pleasure, the membrane of her virginity. 

The maidenhead vibrated like a struck drumhead. Cherry gasped. 

She knew that it was going to hurt, and she was right. 

Dad did it quick. He gathered himself up to do the deed. His weight pressed 
Cherry down, pinning her to the mattress. 

He shoved his hips forward, thrusting his penis hard into her pussy. 

Cherry cried out as the head of his cock struck her maidenhead. For an awful 
instant, the maidenhead had elastic properties and yielded to the pressure. 

It stretched to the limits of its elasticity. Then it tore inside her. 

Cherry shrieked, once. 

The battering cock head pushed relentlessly into her, sweeping aside the 
shredded flesh of the maidenhead, entering her for the first time. 

For the first time in her young life, Cherry knew the sensation of being 
filled, being penetrated-a womanly sensation indeed. 

Hot tears dripped down her face and choking sobs sounded in her throat. She 
was smiling through her tears, though. 

Mom and Kate's hands were on her, smoothing, consoling, caressing, 
congratulating. And Dad kissed her passionately and called her his darling 
little lover. 

Then he made love to her. 

He moved in her. She hurt inside her pussy, between the legs. There had been 
a blinding flash of pain when her maidenhead was ripped asunder. 

Now, that sharp stabbing pain was replaced by a dull throbbing ache. 

Dad moved in her. Pussy membranes shivered with sensation as the greased 
penis slid in and out, back and forth. 

Dad was as gentle as could be with his little girl. He worked his penis 
slowly inside her, caressing her tender membranes with his cock. 

He moved his hips, working his penis in and out, back and forth. 

After a while-Dad could go for a long time without coming-the pain subsided, 
and Cherry felt the first stirrings of sexual pleasure down below. 

She was tingling inside her pussy. When Dad put it deep in her, the cock 
head knocked against the mouth of her womb. 

Each stroke heated her more. Soon she found herself rocking her hips in 
response, pushing her pussy up against his penis. 

Dad felt this response, was delighted by it. 

His breath panted faster and harder as he worked his rod in and out. 

Heat seethed in the shaft of his penis. Heat shimmered on the inside of her 
pussy. 

Dad put his cock really deep in her. This time he didn't pull it out, but 
kept it plunged and planted deep inside her. 

His thing was in her as deep as she could take it. Her pussy membranes were 
so stretched that they were as sensitive as a tuning fork. 

Each throbbing pulse of the veins winding around his shaft shivered through 
her sensitive membranes and set her quivering. 

Suddenly, Dad shook. His penis swelled inside her, like a hose when the 
water pressure is suddenly turned on. 

Twinges shot through her already stretched pussy. She moaned. Dad came. 

Semen jetted from the head of the cock in a wet explosion. It came in thick 
gushes, erupting from the cock head, pumping into her pussy. 

The semen filled her from the pit of her pussy right up to the slitted pussy 
lips, filling the narrow interface between her pussy and his cock. 

The come was thick and warm. It felt soothing when it soaked into her sore 
and sensitive membranes, and she savored the sensation. 

Dad groaned a few more times as his spurting cock gave up its last few 
gushing drops of come, then was still. 

So was Dad. His sweating face was red, panting, sighing, moaning. 

Soon he recovered. Passionately he declared how much he loved Cherry, and 
how this was the happiest day of his life as a father. . 

The daughter he had helped create, the daughter he had raised into a lovely 
little lady, had given herself to her devoted daddy. 

What bliss! 

Now they were really a family, a family of incest. This was only the 
beginning, of course. Cherry would eventually be brought into all their 
games of lust. 

Dad pulled out of her. His cock was red, and still quite thick. Semen 
spilled on her pussy lips as his penis came free of them. 

Cherry was embraced by three pairs of arms-Dad's, Mom's, and Kate's. 

The girl was squeezed and hugged and covered with kisses. She was sore 
between her legs but that didn't matter, for the deed was done. 

Her maidenhead was no more. She was open to pleasure, open to the strong 
stiff penis of the father who was also her lover. 

Cherry's pink-lipped laughing mouth was kissed in turn by each of the three 
adults. The girl could tell from those kisses that lust was rising once more 
in all of them, lust which must be satisfied family style. 

And now she was a part of the group! The threesome was now a quartet, with 
tender teenage Cherry the newest recruit to the ranks of lovers. 


THE END
