Don't Stop, Daddy
[aka 'Dear Dad...']
by Sherry Murkin
(RX-447)


FOREWORD 

Although in this enlightened era, many sexual taboos are falling by the 
wayside, and sexual matters are enjoying a freedom of discussion previously 
unknown in this society, the sexually free individual is often condemned by 
his peers, many times without referring to the facts. Such wholesale 
condemnation is to be shunned by all intelligent persons as unworthy, still, 
the so called promiscuous individual is seldom accepted by a society still 
suffering from years of repression. The Puritan ethic, so influential in the 
building of this country's society, with its emphasis on work and deemphasis 
on pleasure, still abounds. Pleasure for pleasure's sake is still decried, 
as is sex for its own sake. 

Also to be noted in this context is the almost universal taboo against 
incest, or sex between members of immediate families, even if unrelated by. 
blood. Although the strictest definition of incest encompasses only those 
closely related by blood, the common meaning also encompasses those related 
by marriage and legal ties. Since the original taboo against incest arose in 
early times to prevent undesirable matings between those tied by blood, to 
avoid the possible consequences of inbreeding, this last meaning is a later 
one, arising perhaps from the natural jealousy of older men and women for 
their younger relations. However, in today's society, with birth control 
methods readily available to the public, the earlier definition loses its 
force, and we are left with a society induced taboo. 

In this novel, several different aspects of incest are explored, growing 
from a father's initial encounter with his daughter and expanding to include 
his sister and brother-in-law. The father's horror and self disgust at his 
actions provide the main theme, with the new morality represented by his 
daughter. The secondary characters also reinforce this theme, as aunt and 
uncle are swept up by the sexual freedom of the daughter. 

Incest occurs in all societies, with no bounds of class. Although many 
believe, as does the father, that only 'low class' persons indulge, it is 
not impossible that the same situation explored in this book may exist in 
any social level, perhaps even among your next door neighbors! 

If Steve Keaton's desires seem perverse, it is only because they are 
unfamiliar. Human nature tends to shun that which is unknown, fearing even 
to try and understand that which is foreign. It is to be hoped that those 
who read this book will do so with understanding as well as interest, and 
will try and comprehend the emotions and needs of those involved. We must 
attempt to reach an understanding of the darker sides of our own natures, if 
we are to truly understand ourselves and our society. Customs change, and 
what is unacceptable today might be the norm tomorrow, and vice versa. The 
open minded individual must rise above the restrictions of social 
acceptability and accept and understand other standards, not condemning an 
action or situation because it is different from what he is accustomed to. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"It's for me!" Diane shouted, running downstairs at the first ring of the 
phone. "I'll get it!" She swung around the corner of the stairs, her baby 
doll pajamas flying up over her tanned legs, revealing a flash of firm young 
buttocks. 

Steve Keaton glanced up at the sound of the phone, followed by his 
daughter's excited young voice, then sank back into his chair, frowning 
slightly as he watched Diane's unceremonious descent. He shook his head. He 
must have told her a dozen times not to parade around the house in such 
revealing garments, but his words had fallen on deaf ears. Steve coughed 
sharply and rustled his paper, intending his disapproval to halt the girl's 
precipitous dash. 

But Diane was in a world of her own, the phone cradled by her ear as she 
listened to the low voice of her boyfriend. Her heart was thumping rapidly 
with excitement-she had just known he would call, known that he hadn't meant 
what he'd said a few nights before, known that seeing him with that fat 
Marsha Simmons hadn't meant anything. 

"Yeah, baby," the voice was saying. "Of course I do. But I don't think you 
do or else you'd ... you know...." 

Diane sighed, her spirits plummeting. It was going to be the same thing 
again ... Bob pleading, his voice loving then turning cold as she put him 
off. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at her father and lowered her 
voice, almost whispering into the phone. 

"I can't talk now. Maybe you could drop by later on...." 

"Look, Di," Bob's voice said coldly. "We've talked. I don't want to talk 
anymore, if you know what I mean. If that's what you want to do, I just 
don't have the time to waste anymore, dig? Look, this is 1976, baby, not the 
late '50s. You're a cute kid and all that, but you're gonna just hafta get 
with it, y'know? And if you don't ... well, Marsha was saying just 
yesterday...." 

Diane swallowed as the boy's threat slid by her ear, his voice trailing off 
suggestively. "You just don't understand," she hissed. "It's not me ... I 
mean, it's my Dad. He won't let me...." 

"Yeah, yeah, we've been through all that. How he won't let you be out after 
eleven and all that crap. Well I think it's just an excuse, and even if it 
isn't, there's plenty of time before eleven. I'll pick you up at seven, 
honey, and this time you better get with it." There was a brief pause, and 
the boy's voice went on. "Look, honey, I love you. That's all. And I want to 
show you how much I do, okay? And if you feel the same way...." 

"Yes," Diane whispered hurriedly. "I do, you know that! I love you, too, 
darling. But. . . " 

"No fucking BUTS," Bob snapped. "Seven o'clock." 

The phone clicked and Diane looked unhappily at the dead instrument in her 
hand. Then she replaced it and turned to go upstairs. 

"Diane!" 

Diane turned at her father's voice. "Yes, Daddy?" 

Steve got up and walked across the room, facing his young daughter, his eyes 
going over her disapprovingly, then glancing hastily away at the sight of 
her almost nude body, her young curves hardly hidden by the thin cloth. 

"Was that, Bob Denvers? I've told you...." 

"What d'ya have against Bob? You've never liked him!" Diane cried, glaring 
at her father. 

"Nothing, honey. It's just that he's so much older than you are, and I just 
don't think he's a suitable companion for you," Steve said lamely. "And I've 
told you not to run around like that ... it's indecent. If you're old enough 
to go out with that boy, you're too old to be running around half naked in 
front of men." 

"God, you're positively medieval!" Diane snapped. "I'm fourteen years old, 
Dad! Fourteen! Why, Juliet was only...? 

"Thirteen. Yes, I know all that," Steve said wearily. "And I strongly doubt 
if she ran around the castle half naked, or her father would have beat the 
daylights out of her! But that's beside the point ... " 

"The point being what?" Diane snapped. "You don't want me to have any 
friends! Just like you! You want to lock me up forever! Ever since Mom died, 
you've been just awful! Well, I won't do it-I'm not gonna let you turn me 
into a ... a ... HERMIT! You can sit in here and rot, but I'm not! And 
there's nothing wrong with the human body, either! You're sick!" 

"That's enough, young lady," Steve said harshly, stung by her references to 
his dead wife. "I may be sick and old-fashioned and everything else you've 
said, but I AM your father, and if you don't start acting like a young lady, 
I will lock you in, and any court in the country would uphold my right to do 
it! Now go put some decent clothes on and try and conduct yourself like a 
lady. I won't forbid you to go out with Bob Denvers, but any more of this 
nonsense, and I will.' 

Diane opened her mouth to make a stinging retort, then closed it quickly, 
seeing the expression on her father's face. He's realty mad this time, Diane 
thought quickly, looking at Steve's suffused face. He was staring at her 
peculiarly, a muscle working in his cheek, his eyes fixed on her face. As 
Diane stood there indecisively, one hand on the stair rail, Steve's eyes 
dropped, then returned to her face, a red flush spreading over his cheeks. 

"GO! Right now!" Steve hissed. 

Diane turned to go, puzzled, and glanced back over her shoulder. Her father 
was still standing there, his eyes glued to her body, a dull red flush 
spreading over his face. Diane shuddered and ran up the stairs, wondering 
where she had seen that look before. It was so familiar ... Suddenly, a 
picture flashed through her mind. Bob, staring at her, begging her to let 
him touch her, with the same expression in his eyes. 

Diane checked the time impatiently. Ten of seven. She swore to herself and 
rummaged through her dresser drawers frantically, searching for something to 
wear that would appease her father and appeal to Bob at the same time. Her 
father had told her again at supper that he expected her to dress 'like a 
lady,' adding that that meant no jeans, and no halter top. And when she had 
attempted to protest, he hadn't even listened, merely repeating that she 
either dressed 'like a lady' or she didn't go out at all. Diane had almost 
brought up the weird way he had been looking at her, but something made her 
hold her tongue and murmur agreement. And here it was ten of seven, and she 
had nothing, absolutely nothing to wear. 

"God! I just can't win-my Dad thinks I'm a whore, and Bob thinks I'm a 
prude," Diane whispered viciously, eyeing a skirt and sweater in distaste. 
She pulled the sweater over her head, shivering a little as she remembered 
the look in her Dad's eyes. "I'll show them. What you wear doesn't matter 
anyway. And I'll be damned if I'll let that old Marsha have him." With this 
series of jumbled thoughts, Diane snapped the skirt around her slender waist 
and ran downstairs. 

Steve looked up, his eyes going over his daughter. She stood in front of him 
demurely, her body encased in a sweater and skirt, and Steve nodded 
approvingly, aware of a slight twinge of disappointment. He thrust it down 
hastily. 

"That's better, dear. You look just fine," Steve said. "And I'm sure Bob 
will approve also, if he's a decent young man." 

Diane stared at her father, pressing down a wild urge to laugh, remembering 
the way he had looked at her before. I must have imagined it, she thought. 
He's so stuffy ... She was just beginning to wonder again when the doorbell 
rang, and she turned to go with a sigh of relief. 

"Be back by eleven!" Steve called after her retreating form. He sighed, 
shaking his head as the door banged behind her. Kids sure grew up fast-he 
could remember when she was born, and now ... Steve picked up the paper 
again and buried himself in the news, unwilling to swell on the reality of 
his grown up daughter. If only Sandra was still alive, he mused. She'd know 
what to do. 

He could still remember his wife in exact detail, although she had been dead 
five years now. He could almost see her slender body, her honey blonde hair, 
her firm breasts, her strong smooth legs, her ... With a start, Steve pulled 
himself together, realizing that he had been visualizing his daughter's 
body, not his dead wife's! 

"God, I need a woman. Any woman," he muttered. "I've got to pull myself 
together. This will never do." He rose from the couch and went to the liquor 
cabinet, pouring himself a stiff drink, his shaking hands sloshing the 
liquid unsteadily. "I must be going crazy." He cast his mind back, trying to 
remember the last time he had had a woman, but all of the bodies he had used 
since Sandra died were faceless, mere receptacles for his lust, and the 
tantalizing image of his daughter kept floating in front of them, obscuring 
them. 

"I've gotta get out of here!" Steve decided. "Go to a bar, pick up a broad 
... Jesus, I'm cracking up!" He set the drink down with sudden determination 
and went to get his coat. 

"My God! Where'd you get that outfit?" Bob asked in amazement as Diane slid 
into his car. 

"My father made me wear it," Diane said defensively. 

"God, he sure has some awful taste," Bob laughed. "Or maybe that's it, huh? 
He figures if you dress funny none of the guys'll bother you? Wow, you've 
really got a weird old man, honey!" 

"I don't want to talk about him," Diane said defensively. "Where are we 
going?" 

"Oh, the beach I guess," Bob said, glancing at her. "You haven't forgotten 
our little talk, have you?" 

Diane shivered slightly, more from nervousness than anything else. "N-no. 
But isn't it kinda cold?" 

"Well keep warm," Bob answered calmly. "Here, honey, have some of this." He 
reached into the back seat and pulled out a bottle of beer, handing it to 
the girl. "Opener's in the glove compartment." 

"Uh ... my Dad ... I mean, I don't drink," Diane said nervously. "Look, 
maybe...." 

Bob pulled the car to the side of the road abruptly. "Maybe what?" he asked 
coldly. "Look here, Diane, I could have taken Marsha with me tonight, or 
anybody else. You wanta go home? Maybe it's not too late for me to call 
somebody else. I've had it up to here with you." 

"N-no. I'll drink it," Diane said quietly, remembering how happy she'd been 
when Bob asked her out the first time. A senior, asking her out! All her 
girlfriends had been so jealous ... She opened the bottle and took a slug of 
beer, choking at the taste. 

"'Atta girl," Bob said approvingly. "You'll feel a lot better now! Don't 
worry, honey, I won't make you do anything you don't want to. It's just that 
I love you." He shot a glance at the young girl, seeing her relax visibly at 
his words. "I love you a lot, honey, more than anybody else." 

"I love you, too," Diane said weakly, feeling the beer warming her stomach. 
"It's just...." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bob said soothingly. He slid his hand across the back 
of the seat. "Come on over closer, honey," he whispered. "You're so 
beautiful. . . " 

Bob glanced around. They were still parked on the side of the road, a fairly 
untraveled highway. Only an occasional car whizzed by. The boy pulled the 
girl firmly to his side, his hand cupping her shoulder. She giggled, melting 
against him, and his hand traveled slowly down her side, brushing past her 
firm young breast. 

"That's better, honey," Bob whispered, feeling a sudden tightening in his 
groin. "Just relax and trust me. I won't hurt you...." He slid his fingers 
over her breast, cupping it in his palm and rubbed gently, feeling her 
nipple harden in his palm. He glanced around again, wishing they were down 
at the beach, but not wanting to relax his advantage. Diane was still 
pressing against him without resistance, and he continued to stroke her 
breast absently, his mind darting as he considered the possibilities. 

"Oooo, Bob," Diane murmured. "That feels weird!" She shivered, the movement 
causing her to press against him, and Bob pulled her to him, almost into his 
lap, bending down and kissing her upturned face, his lips meeting hers. 
Diane's mouth parted under his, and his tongue shot into the warm cavity. He 
was trembling now, his hot young passions leaping out of control, his cock 
jumping in his jeans. 

"Wow, you sure can kiss good," Bob mumbled, coming up for air. He pulled the 
girl even closer, his hands running all over her breast, massaging her bosom 
unashamedly. "At least you don't wear a bra," he muttered, snaking one hand 
inside the girl's sweater and cautiously reaching for her tit. "Oh, 
honey...." 

Diane pulled away slightly, her body tensing as the boy's hand touched her 
breast. "Not ... not here, Bob. Someone'll see." 

"No they won't. Just relax," Bob said, his breath coming harshly. "Just 
relax, honey, and show me how much you love me. You're so beautiful ... I 
love you so much ... just let me...." He grasped her breast firmly, pulling 
her sweater up around her shoulders. He was shuddering with desire, and he 
groaned as her tits came into view, two creamy mounds tipped with erect buds 
of scarlet. "Oh, honey, honey, I love you so much it hurts! Honey, I can't 
wait ... I love you too much to wait." Bob bent forward, his mouth settling 
over one of the girl's breasts, his tongue lapping at her erect nipple. 

Diane shuddered as the boy's hot mouth closed on her breast, and a thrill 
shot through her, leaving her weak and trembling. He was working his lips 
around her nipple now, chewing gently on the hard bud, while his free hand 
snaked down between her legs, parting her thighs, his fingers insistent. 
Somewhere in the back of her mind a warning bell went off, but it was almost 
impossible to move, with his body heavy on hers and a sweet lassitude 
stealing through her body. Diane groaned, her legs spreading, loosening, 
opening, and Bob's hand continued upwards, his fingers reaching the edge of 
her nylon panties. 

"Oh, darling ... let me ... I love you ... let me touch you. . . " Bob 
muttered, almost beside himself. He trembled, trying to control the urge to 
just push her down on the seat and shove his aching cock into her. He knew 
he had to take it real easy-if he ever wanted to see her again, but it was 
almost too much to bear. He looked down at the girl. She gazed calmly up at 
him, her body gleaming white in moonlight, her skirt high around her waist, 
her exposed breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and Bob was lost. 

With a muttered curse, the boy reached down and ripped open his jeans, his 
prick springing out. He didn't even notice the girl's instinctive pulling 
back as he pressed her down on the seat, frantically scrambling into 
position between her thighs. 

"Wait ... wait a minute ... BOB...." Diane murmured, trying to get away from 
the suddenly frightening stranger who was pulling down her panties, his 
hands no longer gentle. 

"I can't," Bob muttered honestly. "Relax, relax-I won't hurt you...." He 
ripped the girl's pants down and hunched above her, poising his cock between 
her legs. 

"NOOOOOO...." 

"If you love me, you will!" Bob snapped, his patience gone. "Now stop acting 
like a goddamn KID!" 

Suddenly a blaze of light filled the car, illuminating Diane's disheveled 
clothing, sliding slowly along her spread legs and bare bosom... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"No, Bob, I just can't. Not after what happened," Diane whispered, pulling 
back from the boy's hands, remembering all too vividly the policeman shining 
his light in the car window, seeming to linger on her bare body. 

Bob slumped back. They were parked in front of Diane's house, and he had 
been getting nowhere fast. He swore to himself, mentally cursing that cop 
for breaking in-just when he'd been almost in! He flushed with remembered 
embarrassment, recalling his frantic efforts to get his prick back in his 
pants, the only desire left to get out of there as fast as possible. God, 
that cop couldn't have picked a worse time, and he'd known it, too. Bob 
swore again, remembering the man's barely disguised laughter, and the way he 
had kept the flashlight beam focused on Diane's body, no matter how she had 
tried to squirm away. And now, she was totally freaked out-wouldn't even let 
him touch her tit, when before she had been spread-eagled in front of him, 
her legs wide, ready for him. Bob groaned. 

"Don't worry about it, honey. He let us go, didn't he?" 

"Yeah, but he could have ... oh, Bob! What if he'd taken us to the station 
and called my Dad?" Diane's voice broke. 

"Yeah, yeah. Don't cry, for chrissake. Everything's okay now, honey. So why 
don't we...." 

"I can't! Not here, not now. I just can't. Maybe tomorrow ... Oh, I don't 
know what to do. I'm so embarrassed," Diane wailed. "That man ... he kept 
staring at me, like I was...." 

"I said don't cry! I mean it, Diane! This is ridiculous-nothing happened. 
It's all over. Now shut up!" Bob stared at the girl, his erect cock 
shrinking under the onslaught of her tears. "I must be crazy even putting up 
with a kid like you. Marsha lets me come to her room, did you know that? 
She's not a stupid little kid like you, scared shitless of her father. I'm 
too old to go sneaking around like this for a fucking feel, for God's sake. 
What the hell am I supposed to do now, go home and jerk off? Jesus, you make 
me sick. And I thought you loved me-hell, you're too much of a baby to love 
anything except your dolls." 

Diane stared at him, appalled. "You mean-you and Marsha-do it? In her house? 
Ooooooohhh ... I HATE you! You ... mean ... you PIG! And you said you loved 
me!" 

"Wait ... honey! I didn't mean it. It's just that a guy has to have a woman. 
I'd rather it be you, but if you don't love me, then...." Bob shrugged, 
eyeing the girl. He wasn't exactly horny any more, but he regretted his 
earlier outburst. After all, there was no comparison between fat Marsha and 
this lovely girl. And he had been so near ... "Honey, I do love you. And 
Marsha is nothing to me." He snapped his fingers. "But you know how it is. I 
want you so bad it's driving me crazy. I was gonna give you my ring 
tonight...." 

Diane stopped crying and glanced at Bob. He smiled at her encouragingly, no 
longer the frightening stranger who had handled her so roughly. "Your ring?" 
she asked slowly. "Oh, Bob...." 

"But you know what that means, don'tcha? It means I'd have to give up other 
girls ... even old Marsha. And you'd hafta take her place ... dig?" 

"But ... not here," Diane murmured, glancing at Bob. "I just couldn't. . . " 

"All right, not here," Bob agreed hastily. "Let's go inside ... your old man 
looks like he's gone out for the night. And it won't take long ... look, 
honey, I won't even do anything if you don't want me to. But you acted like 
you liked it before." He slid his arm around her and gave her a quick 
squeeze. "Look, I'll give you my ring now. There, now we're going together. 
So can't I come in with you, just for a minute? I won't even touch you...." 

Diane looked at the ring the boy had pressed into her hand, opened the car 
door and led the way to the front door. "Dad may come home any minute." 

"No he won't," Bob said triumphantly, gesturing at a note on the table. 
"See, he even left a note." He scanned the paper rapidly. "Won't be back 
until late. So don't worry about it, baby." He grasped the girl's arm and 
pulled her into the living room towards the couch. "Ah, this is more like 
it." 

Diane looked around nervously, then sat decorously on the edge of the couch, 
staring at Bob. He pulled her to him, his hands moving familiarly over her 
body, and she stiffened. 

"Relax, baby. I'm just gonna give you a little kiss," Bob murmured. "Show me 
you love me, baby. Show me how much you love me." He covered her mouth with 
his, stilling any protest, and worked his hands under the girl's sweater, 
his hands moving confidently on her bare flesh. Diane quivered under his 
touch, and his sorely tried cock began to swell again in his jeans. This is 
it. I've got her now, the boy thought, continuing to kiss the girl's parted 
lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, while his hand played with 
her hardening nipples. Finally he raised his head, never stopping in her 
caressing. 

"Ooooo, don't stop," Diane whispered, wrapping her hands around the boy's 
neck and trying to draw his lips to hers again. She shivered-his hand on her 
breast was making her feel all limp and warm, and she shuddered again. "I 
love it when you kiss me...." 

"Good," Bob muttered, dropping his hand casually to the girl's knee and 
beginning to work upwards between her legs. Diane jerked back and stared at 
him, her eyes wide. "Now, honey. Don't worry ... I won't do anything," Bob 
soothed. "Look, why don't you just help me a little, and we'll get along 
just fine? Oh, honey, I want you so bad...." He inched his fingers up the 
girl's leg, stroking deftly, feeling her slowly relax under his touch. His 
cock was pounding against his jeans, and he grunted a little in pain. "Just 
... take my cock out, honey. Just hold it in your hand, okay? Please, 
honey." 

Diane felt her hand being guided slowly, inexorably to Bob's groin and she 
stiffened again, resisting, then allowed it to be placed atop his throbbing 
dick. She started-it was so HARD under her fingers, and seemed to pulse with 
a life of its own! She remembered the brief glance she had caught before 
they had been interrupted before, and a wild curiosity shot through her-to 
see it again, to feel it in her hand. Slowly, she moved her fingers, 
unzipping the boy's jeans, gasping as his cock sprang free. 

"Oooo, it's so BIG," the young girl murmured. "And it's moving ... and 
jumping...." 

"Jesus," Bob breathed. "Oh honey. I love you. Now stroke it, up and down, 
honey. Please, just rub it up and down...." He placed his free hand on hers, 
showing her how, and sank back against the couch, shaking all over under her 
ministrations. He could hardly believe the inexperienced touch of her hand 
was turning him on so-but it was true! In another minute, he'd be cumming 
all over the place, and he wanted to bring her off first so she'd let him do 
it again. 

"Is that how?" Diane asked innocently, her hand stroking Bob's dick slowly. 

"Oh, GOD! YES! OHHHH!" Bob convulsed suddenly, his good resolutions down the 
drain, and hunched forward wildly into the girl's hand. His free hand slid 
between her now unresisting legs, up to the damp nest of her nylon covered 
cunt, and he pulled at her pants frantically, scrabbling wildly at her 
unfledged pussy. He knew that he was going to explode any minute! He 
groaned, sinking his finger into her crotch, meeting no resistance! 

"Oooo, Bob," Diane muttered. "That feels ... OOOOO, that feels GOOD!" She 
pumped her hand up and down on the boy's cock, wriggling her behind as his 
finger touched her cunt, feeling her insides grow warm and weak with desire. 
She shivered-she had felt this way before, at odd moments, and now she knew 
what it meant! She spread her legs, hoping that he would keep on and on, 
that he would never stop. 

"OHHHHH! BABY! GOD!" Bob groaned, twisting his hips wildly, pumping into the 
girl's hand. A dim haze seemed to obscure his mind as he drew near orgasm, 
blinding all rational thought. With a grunt of lust, he reached up and 
pulled the girl sharply down, pressing her head to his overheated crotch. 

"SUCK IT! PUT YOUR MOUTH ON IT! OH GOD, HONEY, DO IT! I'M GONNA SHOOT!" the 
boy muttered, forcing Diane's blonde head against him. 

Diane couldn't breathe! Her face was pressed tight against the boy's groin, 
and as she opened her mouth to protest, his cock slid between her lips, 
entering her mouth! She choked and gagged, all senses rebelling against this 
abrupt invasion, and squirmed feebly against his grasp, trying to break 
free. He had quit stroking her pussy, and she felt a wild spurt of anger at 
his insensitivity, leaving her high and dry as he sought his own pleasure! 

"Oh, honey, honey, please, just suck it a little, I'm gonna cum in your 
mouth, please, please, I love you, honey, please," Bob crooned in a 
strangled voice, holding the girl's head against him with both hands, then 
drawing back and beginning to thrust into her open mouth. His hips rose and 
fell, pumping into her lips, his pubic hairs smashing against her nose as he 
pumped vigorously against her face. He could feel his balls hardening and 
lifting as the inevitable surge of orgasm swelled inside him, and with a 
final cry, he pounded forward full length into her mouth, his dick exploding 
into her throat, sending great choking streams of semen into the depths of 
her throat! "SHIT, LOVER, I'MMMM CUMMMMIIINNNGGGggg!! ! " 

"MMMMMGGGHHH!" Diane choked, spluttering and gagging, as the heavy tide of 
semen hit her throat. She gagged again, then swallowed, not knowing what 
else to do! Bob seemed pleased-he held her head tightly, still crooning in 
that strange tense voice, and the girl felt a thrill of pride, replacing her 
anger. 

"OH, BABY! SWALLOW IT, HONEY! Swallow it ALL!" Bob groaned, scarcely 
believing that she was actually doing it! Even Marsha refused to swallow his 
cum, always spitting it out after he had finished! But this girl-she was 
swallowing it all. He could feel her throat muscles working on his cock, 
milking him dry, and he groaned again, holding her tight as he finished, 
then drawing her up beside him, patting her head gently. 

Diane eyed him a little nervously, embarrassed. She had never heard of doing 
such a thing-and now she had done it. She shuddered, remembering how 
unpleasant it had been when he first thrust into her mouth. "Do uh, other 
girls do that?" she asked timidly. 

"Sure, all the time," Bob bragged. "But you were really fantastic! Best 
cocksucker I ever met!" He patted her on the head again, feeling a glow of 
pride, as if he had created her. "You liked it, didn't you, honey?" 

"Well ... I guess," Diane said doubtfully. "If you're sure it's okay to do 
it. I don't know-I've never heard of that before." 

"Yeah, old Marsha does it to me all the time," Bob said shrewdly. '"Course, 
now she won't hafta-that is now that we're going together and all." He 
leaned back against the couch, idly surveying his now limp cock. Then his 
glance fell on the girl beside him. She looked lovely-her blonde hair mussed 
around her flushed face, her sweater open and exposing her firm tits, and 
Bob felt a sudden resurgence of interest. He reached over and ran a hand 
possessively over her breast, noticing that this time she didn't flinch at 
all, merely accepted the touch of his hand. 

"Uh, honey, why don't you give me a little action again ... you know, get it 
up? Sorry I got so carried away before, but we can take up where we left 
off." He patted her tit suggestively and Diane blushed, suddenly flustered 
again. But the touch of his hand was anything but unpleasant, and she felt a 
quick reawakening of desire. 

Curious as to what would happen now, Diane leaned closer to her boyfriend, 
pressing her bare breasts against his arm. "What d'ya want me to do?" she 
whispered. 

"Ah ... why don't you suck it some more?" Bob said reasonably, perfectly 
willing to feel the touch of her lips again. "Real slow and easy-like this 
time, while I get you ready. Okay?" He stroked her body slowly, lifting her 
skirt up around her waist and exposing her slender thighs. He ran a finger 
over the front of her bikini panties, laughing to himself as she quivered, 
then carefully pulled the panties down her legs, exposing the lightly 
thatched mound of her pussy. 

Diane shivered as the air hit her crotch. She looked around dimly, still not 
believing that she was sitting here on her living room couch with her 
practically naked body spread amongst the cushions, and a boy touching her 
private places. She shivered, knowing that she should put a stop to this 
before it went any farther, but she couldn't make herself move. Her limbs 
felt warm and heavy, and the same sweet lassitude spread over her, making 
her open her legs languidly to his touch. 

"Ooooo, Bob," Diane whispered. "I love you." She wriggled happily under his 
hand, opening her legs to him, eager for him to continue with what he had 
stopped before, to keep it up this time until something happened. She didn't 
know what, but she knew something was going to happen! 

"Yeah, baby, I love you, too," Bob said absently, stroking the curly blonde 
thatch, then slipping his finger between the moist lips of her cunt. "Now 
just relax, and I'll make you feel real good. And ... uh ... why don't you 
suck me some more, huh?" 

Diane moved slowly, as if in a dream, bending over and taking Bob's cock in 
her hand. "Oh, it's so little now," she giggled, surprised. 

"Not for long," Bob grunted. "Just slide it in your mouth, honey, and do 
like you did before." He had gently opened her cunt while he was talking, 
and now he inserted a finger into the tiny vaginal opening, wriggling it and 
pressing in slightly, trying to contain his growing excitement. This was a 
lot harder than doing it to any of the other girls he'd had-girls like 
Marsha just lay back and spread their legs! Bob stroked gently, feeling 
another glow of pride that he was doing so well breaking this one in! 

Diane followed the boy's instructions, bending forward and capturing his 
cock between her lips, drawing it in. She hesitated for a moment, not 
exactly sure what to do, then sucked timidly. The prick swelled between her 
lips, and she drew in more strongly, feeling it grow and fill her mouth with 
its exciting hardness, and she felt an answering twinge in her belly. Filled 
with a strange excitement, she dipped her head up and down, feeling the 
boy's dick grow in her mouth, feeling no revulsion, only pride at her 
accomplishment. 

"Oh yeah, baby, that's the way," Bob muttered, feeling his dick harden 
rapidly under the ministrations. He opened her cunt wide, thrusting a finger 
deep inside, and she winced slightly with pain. "Open wide, baby doll," he 
commanded. "I'm gonna put it in!" With a sudden move, he pulled his cock 
from her mouth and thrust her back on the couch, kneeling between her thighs 
and preparing to enter her virgin cunt. 

Diane lay back, smiling slightly, her insides jumping with mingled 
excitement and fear. This is it, she thought crazily. He's gonna do it to 
me! Right now. ... 

"Go on, darling," she murmured. "Do it. . . " 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??? YOU FUCKING PUNK! GET AWAY FROM HER!" a voice 
shouted. Diane blinked, looking up at Bob's face. An expression of anger 
mixed with fear was spreading over the boy's features. 

"God ... it's your Dad-Diane?" the boy whispered, sinking back on the couch. 
Diane looked around for confirmation, then closed her eyes against the ugly 
reality. Her father was standing beside the couch. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Steve Keaton had left the house earlier that evening, his thoughts confused. 
Hardly daring to admit to himself the reason for his turmoil, he blundered 
downtown, visiting every bar along the way, swallowing a quick Scotch in 
each one until he finally had blurred the edge of his fury. And now he sat 
in a dim booth, nursing a half full drink, staring blindly at the dimly lit 
room. 

A girl materialized out of the gloom, assessing the level of his drink and 
the possible extent of his pocketbook in one practiced glance. Apparently 
reassured by what she saw, she bent over him, letting her breasts almost 
brush his face, and asked if he wanted another drink in a low voice. 

"Sure. 'Nother drink," Steve mumbled. He peered up at the girl through an 
alcholic haze, saw a blur of blonde hair around a heavily made-up face. 
"Siddown. Have drinkie wi' me." 

"Not allowed to, mister," the girl said briefly, disappearing, then 
reappearing with a full drink. "Two-fifty." 

Steve counted out three dollar bills and laid them on the tray. "You 
married? I was," he remarked conversationally "Not any more. I've got a 
daughter about ... no, don' wanna talk 'bout her." 

"Okay, mister," the blonde said soothingly, glancing quickly at the size of 
his bankroll. "Look, we close in a little while, and I'll have a drink with 
you then, okay?" 

"Sure," Steve muttered, peering at the woman again. She was nicely shaped-at 
least she seemed so in the dark, and her voice was friendly. Steve shrugged. 
He'd come out for a woman, and here one was. Maybe she'd help him forget the 
tantalizing visions of his daughter that kept floating through his brain. 

Several hours later, Steve left the woman's apartment. He had managed to 
perform the physical functions required, but the brief explosion had done 
nothing to banish his mental anguish. He staggered home in an alcoholic 
daze, the brief encounter already receding to the back of his mind, the 
woman joining the horde of faceless bodies already filed away. Bitter 
disgust at himself and his whole situation filled him, and he muttered 
fiercely to himself as he unlocked the door of his house. 

"Gotta stop this. Stupid. Stupid," he mumbled, stumbling into the house. 
Suddenly, his feet were arrested by a strange sound that seemed to be coming 
from the living room. Low murmurs, giggles ... . Steve shook his head 
sharply, wondering if he were dreaming, then staggered to the door of the 
room and stopped dead, his eyes widening incredulously. 

His daughter was lying on the couch, her skirt around her waist, her blonde 
pussy bare, her sweater open over her boobs. Steve's breath caught in his 
throat as he surveyed the enticing picture for an endless moment, his brain 
whirling as he tried to comprehend, his crotch tightening involuntarily. 
"Fuck," he breathed. "Beautiful ... beautiful pussy...." His hand strayed to 
his groin automatically, touching the hardening bulge in his trousers, then 
jumping away-as if burned-as he realized it was his own daughter. He groaned 
slightly, stepping back and closing his eyes as if to blot out the picture 
that seemed permanently seared on his vision, and noticed what he had been 
too stunned to notice before. Diane wasn't alone. Another figure was 
crouched beside her, another hand stroking that open pussy, and her head was 
bent, her mouth filled With COCK! 

Steve stood perfectly still, watching. He couldn't move, even if he wanted 
to. And he was not all that sure he wanted to! His hand dropped to his cock 
again, hovering over the hard bulge, and he touched himself, his eyes glued 
to the undeniably exciting sight of his daughter sucking a cock. He found 
himself wondering how her lips would feel on his prick, how warm and soft 
her mouth would feel as he pounded into her face, how she would whimper 
under his strokes, her cheeks bulging, how she would swallow his sperm ... 
His hand clenched over the throbbing shaft in his trousers, squeezing almost 
painfully, as he stared, hypnotized. And the voice broke through the dark 
thoughts swirling in his mind. His daughter's voice, as the boy pulled his 
prick from her mouth and squatted between her open thighs. Steve stiffened, 
his hand dropping to his side, as he heard his young daughter's voice beg 
the boy to 'do it to her' ... Steve groaned and flung himself into the room, 
his anger rising from his throat in a shrill scream. 

"YOU FUCKING PUNK! GET AWAY FROM HER!" The two on the couch separated, the 
boy pulling back in obvious terror, his cock shrinking at the sight of the 
enraged father, the girl cowering into the cushions, hiding her face. Steve 
strode into the room, his mind filled with one desire-to grab this kid and 
pound the daylights out of him! The fleeting thought of his own initial 
reaction only served to make him more furious, and he rushed over to the 
couch, reaching out and grasping the boy by the shoulders, pulling him away 
from his daughter. 

"GET OUT OF HERE! AND IF I EVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" Steve 
flung the boy aside, propelling him towards the door. 

Bob scrambled to his feet, shoving his rapidly shriveling cock into his 
jeans and heading for the door without a backwards glance at Diane or her 
father. He had never run up against an angry father before, but he knew that 
it wouldn't be exactly healthy to hang around! He paused at the door, 
glancing back to make sure he wasn't being followed, and Steve shook his 
fist angrily. 

"She's only a CHILD! Fourteen! I could have you in jail!" Steve shouted, 
glaring at the boy wildly. 

"Child, hell!" Bob answered. "She gives the best blow-jobs in town!" He 
turned and ran with this parting shot, and not a moment too soon, because 
Steve charged at him like a wounded bull, his face suffused with rage. 

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Steve raged, as the door slammed behind the boy's 
retreating form. He turned slowly, staring at his daughter, who hadn't moved 
during the exchange. "And as for YOU...." 

"Daddy?" Diane peered up at her father in terror. He looked like a stranger, 
his face dark with anger, and she realized with a sinking heart that he was 
drunk. She could smell the whiskey on his breath as he lumbered over to her, 
staring down at her, and she shuddered with fear, trying to pull her clothes 
over her body. 

"You little slut," Steve breathed. "How long has this been going on? Hmmm? 
'Best cocksucker in town?' MY DAUGHTER!? ! HOW MANY HAVE THERE BEEN?" He 
reached down and grabbed the girl, shaking her. 

"None! N-none!" Diane sobbed. "He ... he was the first. He made me do it! 
Honest! He didn't do it to me! HONEST!" 

"Slut," Steve said, still shaking the girl furiously. "Well, you won't shame 
me again. I'm gonna lock you in from now on. There won't be any more of this 
shit going on if I have to chain you to the bed! The minute my back is 
turned! God...." He stared at the girl. 

"I'm not lying," Diane sobbed. "I won't do it again. Please, let go ... 
you're hurting me!" She twisted in her father's grip, the movement exposing 
her carelessly covered body again, and Steve stared at the bare flesh, his 
grip tightening on her arm. 

"Not yet I'm not," Steve grunted through gritted teeth. "Turn over, you 
little whore. I'm gonna make sure you remember this." He sat down abruptly 
on the couch, hauling the girl over his lap, ignoring her cries. 

"No! Please! Daddy! Don't whip me!" Diane cried in real terror. She hadn't 
had a spanking for years, and humiliation flooded her. "I'll be good!" 

"Damn straight you will," Steve muttered, holding the girl still and pulling 
his belt free with his free hand. He surveyed the girl's upturned butt, 
absently noting the creamy smoothness of her skin, and raised the belt, 
smacking her solidly with it. 

"N-NOOOOO! PLEASE! STOP!" Diane screamed, twisting wildly, trying to escape 
the punishing lash. The leather belt bit into her buttocks, stinging 
unendurably, and she screamed with real pain now, her heart pounding 
frantically as she tried to escape! 

"SLUT! WHORE! I'LL SHOW YOU!" Steve grunted, slashing at his daughter's bare 
buttocks, his frenzy increasing as the red weals crisscrossed her creamy 
skin. With each stroke, she flinched and squirmed away from him, digging 
into his lap, her bare pussy smashing against his trousered leg, and he 
slashed grimly on, ignoring her cries. He was dimly aware of his growing 
excitement as he whipped the girl, and he hesitated for a moment, stunned by 
his physical reaction to the warm body on his lap. The memory of how she had 
looked with her mouth full of cock swept through his mind, and, scarcely 
knowing what he was doing, he suddenly pushed her to the floor, pressing her 
face against his groin. 

"What ... what are you doing?" Diane moaned, sinking to her knees. "Don't 
hurt me any more ... please...." 

Steve stared at his daughter, feverish excitement coursing through his 
veins, blinding him to everything but the angry pounding in his groin. 

"Take it out," he said quietly. "You like to suck prick so much-suck mine" 
He reached down and grasped the girl's head, fumbling with his zipper with 
his other hand. "Go on. Do it, or I'll whip you until you bleed! Suck my 
prick, bitch." 

Diane moaned. The whole thing was turning into a nightmare. This couldn't be 
her father. Her father was a little strict, sure, but this hard voiced 
stranger who had whipped her until she cried and was now going to force her 
to suck him ... no, it couldn't be! Diane's mind rebelled against the entire 
concept-there were words for what was about to happen. Terrible, whispered 
words... 

"N-no ... I can't...." 

"Yes you will," Steve grated, ripping open his trousers, freeing his cock. A 
portion of his mind recoiled in horror at what he was about to do, but the 
liquor that he had drank earlier mixed with the unsatisfied lust raging 
through him to obscure all rational thought. He wasn't even thinking that 
this was his daughter any more-she was just another girl, who had sucked off 
other men and was refusing to do it to him. He wrenched her mouth open and 
slammed into her throat. 

"Now suck! SUCK IT UNTIL I CUM ALL DOWN YOUR THROAT!" Steve grunted, pumping 
forward, his swollen cock stretching the girl's lips. She stared up at him, 
her eyes wide with terror, and moved her mouth feebly in protest ... and 
then began to suck. Steve pumped forward, his blood racing as she began to 
use her mouth. 

"That's it! Suck it, you little slut! Suck it good! like you did his! Did 
you swallow it! Did you swallow his semen? You little whore! You love it, 
don't you? OH GOD!" Steve began to jerk and hunch against his daughter's 
face, his lust rapidly approaching climax as he felt the warm wetness of the 
girl's mouth. She was actually sucking him now, her lips moving up and down 
the engorged shaft of his penis, her eyes shining as she sucked greedily at 
his rod! He didn't believe it-she was getting into it, sucking at his cock 
little a stick of candy, moving her body in time to the strokes, her tits 
bouncing and shaking as she bobbed back and forth, her tongue swirling 
eagerly over the surface of his cock! 

Diane didn't know what had come over her. She had been terrified when her 
father had entered her mouth, his actions contrary to everything she had 
ever been taught. But as he began to pump smoothly in and out of her lips, 
something broke inside her, her insides melting and burning with excitement! 
Her mouth began to work eagerly on the hard shaft, and she found she was 
anxious to taste his cum! She had just swallowed Bob's without tasting 
it-suddenly, she wanted to taste it, to savor the barely remembered flavor! 
With a shudder of excitement, she wondered if her father would do it to her 
... after she finished sucking him off. She tried to thrust down the 
terrible thought, knowing that it was wrong, wrong to think this way about 
any man, and doubly awful to think it about her own father! But his cock 
felt so good in her mouth, sliding smoothly into her throat, filling up her 
mouth with its hardness! She twitched, feeling a sharp thrill shoot through 
her at the thought of that cock between her legs, entering that place that 
Bob had teased to an unbearable pitch, and then left unfilled! She grunted 
around her father's cock, saliva running down her chin as she sucked at his 
shaft, and her body began to move in rhythm with her strokes as her senses 
took over, totally obliterating any shred of morality. 

"EAT IT! EAT IT! OH, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Steve yelled, gripping the girl's 
head with his fingers, sinking his fingers into her hair. "YOU LOVE IT! 
YOU'RE SUCKING MY COCK! AND YOU LOVE IT!" He reached down, grasping one of 
her bouncing tits with his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, 
marveling at the firm texture. Diane looked up at him, her eyes gleaming 
with delight, and the age-old look in his daughter's blue eyes sent Steve 
over the brink! 

"HERE IT COMES! EAT IT! EAT MY CUM! OHHHHHHHHH! UNGH, UNGH, I'M CUMMING!" 
Steve gave a last shout, plunging into the bottomless depths of his 
daughter's throat, his insides convulsing and exploding as he climaxed, his 
cock shooting out gobs of heavy cream into the girl's mouth! And she 
swallowed-every drop, her young lips working eagerly on his cock, milking 
him dry. Steve collapsed forward, his body trembling with the last spasms as 
she drained out his cum, and they both fell to the floor. Diane snuggled 
against the man, rubbing against him wildly, her body craving release. 

"OH ... DADDY!! ! DO something please," the young girl begged, pearly cum 
sparkling on her lips dripping from the bubbly corners of her mouth, wild 
with desire. Her pussy burned and stung, and her insides were churning with 
desire. "I ache all over ... I feel funny ... please, please, I'm sorry I 
was bad...." 

Steve pulled the girl to him, his drained cock dangling on his leg, his 
hands automatically running over the warm body that pressed to his. With the 
explosion of his orgasm, his insane lust had drained from him with his 
anger, and he looked at the girl almost in bewilderment, suddenly realizing 
what he had done. He had forced his motherless daughter to suck his cock, 
his own baby girl!! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Diane squirmed around, looking up into her father's face. He was peering at 
her, his face blank, then filled with horror as the realization of what he 
had done filled him. 

"Oh, Lord," he muttered, closing his eyes, wishing the floor would open and 
swallow him. He opened his eyes again, hoping that maybe he had imagined the 
whole thing, but Diane was still there, looking at him cautiously. 

"Are you still mad, Daddy?" the girl asked timidly. "I mean ... are you 
gonna hit me again?" again?" 

"Oh God," Steve repeated, struggling to a sitting position. His head whirled 
sickly, and he gave it a brief shake to clear it, staring at his daughter as 
if she had suddenly grown horns. She sat up, too, wincing at her bruised 
buttocks, and he pulled her to him in an agony or remorse. "Let me see, 
honey," he said gently, turning her around, flinching at the sight of 
welts-HIS welts on her raw, whipped ass. "Oh God, honey, I didn't mean to 
hurt you." He ran his hand over the tender flesh. 

"It isn't that bad," Diane said bravely. "And I guess I deserved it." She 
eyed the man uncomfortably, wishing that he would stop stroking her ass in 
that bemused fashion. She knew that they had just done a terrible thing, but 
somehow she couldn't seem to think of it that way, not as long as he kept 
rubbing her ass. A warm glow spread through her, radiating from her rear, 
filling her belly and setting her pussy to twitching again. "I feel so 
sunny, Daddy. Kind of ... squirmy inside. Do you think. ... that is, will it 
hurt me? Doing what I did ... swallowing that stuff?" 

Steve looked at the girl closely, feeling a thrill of renewed lust at the 
sight of her blossoming bare breasts. Suddenly, he knew what he was going to 
do, and he knew that no power on heaven or earth was going to stop. He was 
going to fuck her. He was going to spread her out right here on the living 
room floor and crawl between her thighs and give it to her. He groaned, 
horrified at the thought of seducing his daughter, but knowing still that he 
was going to do it. 

"No, honey. You just ... well, you just need to ... oh, hell." Abandoning 
explanations, Steve pulled the girl to him, unbuttoning her skirt and 
throwing it aside. "You're beautiful, honey. Just beautiful," he murmured, 
feasting his eyes on the girl's nude body, his eyes dwelling on the firm 
curve of her tits, then sliding down the gentle slope of her waist to the 
patch of golden curls at her groin. With one hand, he pushed her gently down 
on the floor, spreading her thighs and stroking the exterior of her cunt. 

"Oooo," Diane murmured, abandoning herself to her father's hands. His finger 
opened her gently, stroking the puffy lips of her cunt, then dipping lightly 
into her vagina. "It feels all wet down there, Daddy. Is it?" 

"Yes," Steve muttered hoarsely. "All wet and juicy." He slid his finger up 
and down the long groove of his daughter's pussy, spreading the moisture 
over the surface of her cunt, rubbing gently at the tiny nub of her 
clitoris. He feasted his eyes on the bounty spread before him, peering into 
the moist pink depths, touching gently the spongy flesh, sighing as it 
quivered under his touch as if alive. He rolled the marble like clitoris 
between his fingers, relishing the girl's low moan of desire. 

"Does that feel good, darling?" Steve asked softly. 

"Ohhh, yes, Daddy," Diane moaned, her hips thrusting automatically against 
the searching hand. "I've never felt this way before! Do it some more ... 
OOOHH!" The young girl gasped with delight as Steve began sliding his finger 
gently into the pulsing pink hole of her vagina, dipping in and out, while 
his thumb constantly rolled her clitoris. 

Steve stroked his daughter's pussy, trembling with the urge to ravish her. 
His cock had hardened again rapidly, and was standing straight up at 
attention, the head bobbing and pulsing as blood engorged the shaft. He 
stood up suddenly, to remove his trousers, and Diane looked up at the 
interruption. 

"Don't stop, Daddy," the girl moaned, her legs twitching with tremors. "I 
feel so strange-like something's going to happen inside me!" 

Steve hurriedly dropped beside her again and sank his finger into the 
willing depths of her cunt. She squirmed up to meet him, and he fingered her 
a few times, insinuating his rigid finger into her pulsing hole, finger 
fucking her. The girl rolled and moaned on the floor, and Steve speed up his 
finger strokes, scarcely daring to breathe as he brought his daughter nearer 
to orgasm. She was thrashing on the floor now, her hips jerking 
uncontrollably, and he plunged his finger in deeper, wriggling it around, 
feeling the spongy insides of her vagina begin to ripple and pulse. 

"OOOH! WHAT'S HAPPENING! OHHHH! I'M COMING APART! OHHH DADDY! HOLD ME! 
OOOHHHHHH!" Diane cried suddenly, her entire body convulsing and writhing as 
her first orgasm ripped through her! She screamed with surprise, an animal 
howl issuing from her pretty lips, and her body arched like a bow as she 
climaxed! Steve continued to stroke her, digging his finger in viciously as 
she reached the peak, and stroking more softly as she slid down the other 
side of her orgasm. Finally, she lay still, only occasional twitches going 
through her body, a strange smile on her face. 

Diane opened her eyes. "Oh, Daddy ... that was wonderful," she murmured. "I 
never...." She blushed, suddenly embarrassed, but Steve didn't seem to 
notice. He was kneeling between her legs, one hand still on her cunt, the 
other holding his erect cock. Diane's eyes widened as she took in the size 
of it-she hadn't really noticed before when he had rammed it into her mouth! 
She stared, fascinated. 

"It ... it's so big," she murmured finally. "Are you ... are you going to 
put it in me?" She blushed again, feeling a thrill of fear at the thought. 

"Yeah," Steve muttered. He couldn't wait any long. If she wasn't ready for 
it by now, she's never be. "Open up," he said roughly, hiding his emotion 
and squatting between her spread thighs. 

"Ohh ... it'll HURT me," Diane whimpered, shrinking back. She looked at her 
father appealingly, but the strange shuttered look was on his face again. 
His eyes blazed queerly at her, and she moaned, knowing that there was 
nothing she could do to stop him! It was much bigger than Bob's and she had 
been afraid of Bob's! Suddenly, she realized that her father probably didn't 
even know she was still a virgin-he probably thought she had done it a dozen 
times, the way she's been acting! 

"Daddy ... be careful!" Diane cried. "I'm ... I'm a virgin...." 

If Steve heard, he gave no sign. To his mind, he's held off long enough, 
making sure he brought her off first. Although it had been strange that she 
seemed to have never cum before, Steve knew damn good and well she was no 
virgin. Not after what he'd seen tonight! A fresh surge of lust swept 
through him as he remembered how he had found her earlier, mixed with a 
spark of his earlier rage. 

"Spread," he ordered briefly, opening her cunt with one hand and fitting the 
head of his cock against her vagina. It was still wet from her orgasm, and 
the heat washed over his cock, making him press forward uncontrollably, his 
prick sinking into her wet flesh a few inches, then stopping sharp. 

"NNNG! HURTS! DADDY STOP!" Diane wailed, pain lancing through her as her 
father's dick came up against her hymen. 

"Shut up!" Steve snarled, pressing forward, against the stubborn 
obstruction. Suddenly, it occurred to him that she wasn't lying-that she 
really was a virgin! But there was no stopping now! His body had completely 
taken over, his hips drawing back for one great surge, ramming his prick 
forward smoothly, slicing into the girl's tight sheath, burying itself up to 
the hilt, his balls crushing against her ass! 

"NNOOO! YOU'RE KILLING ME! STOP!" Diane wailed, trying to squirm away. She 
felt like she was been impaled with a red hot spear, a sharp spear that 
sliced into her tender insides, tearing her sensitive membranes, ripping her 
apart. She groaned through gritted teeth, agony racing through her. 

Steve heard his daughter's cries through the pounding in his ears, but he 
was powerless to stop! His cock slashed on, slicing into the girl's boa 
pile-driver, his hips thrusting back and forth with rhythmic intensity as he 
plowed into her cunt. 

"Move with me! MOVE YOUR ASS!" Steve muttered, reaching down and grabbing 
his daughter's hips, moving her with his strokes. Tentatively, her body 
began to move with his, picking up the rhythm from him, and Steve relaxed, 
forcing himself to slow down, to take it nice and easy. 

Diane opened her eyes and smiled weakly. "Are you doing it?" she whispered. 

"Oh God, yes, honey. I'm fucking your sweet little pussy," Steve answered. 
"You've got the hottest little cunt I've ever felt. Are you okay, baby?" He 
stroked in and out of the girl's bruised twat, feeling her tender flesh grip 
at his penis. 

"OOOO YES, DADDY! It's ... it's great," 

Diane murmured. "I love it, you fucking me! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck my pussy." 

The sound of those lewd words issuing from his daughter's innocent mouth 
inflamed Steve even further, and he began to stroke it and out in earnest, 
his balls smacking against the girl's upraised ass with each and every 
stroke. His head whirled, wild images floating through his brain, as he 
pounded into the girl's receptive body. 

Diane was really getting into it now, her hips moving in well oiled 
precision, fucking up and down to meet her father's strokes. She moaned with 
lust, feeling him grow even bigger inside her, filling her vagina, pressing 
against the walls of her cunt until she thought she would burst! She bucked 
frantically, pressing herself avidly against the man, her thighs spreading 
wide, her legs wrapping around his back as she sought to pull him in deeper, 
down to the very pit of her womb! 

"OOOHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! DO IT TO ME!" Diane moaned 
frantically. "I'M GONNA CUM ... FUCCCKKK MEEEEEE!" 

As Diane's voice rose in a shrill wail of lust, Steve plunged into her with 
renewed fury! Grunting like an animal, he pounded into his daughter's 
unresisting body, his prick pumping into her quivering vagina. He could feel 
her flesh clutching at his cock, sending thrill after thrill through his 
body, and his body trembled as orgasm approached, seething in the pit of his 
belly. His balls lifted and tightened in their wrinkled sac, and he swore 
under his breath as he plunged into her again and again, burying his cock to 
the hilt in her receptive flesh. 

"OHHH BABY! FUCK ME! MOVE THAT LITTLE ASS! HOT PUSSY! HOT CUNT! USE THAT 
CUNT, BABY! MILK MY PRICK! MAKE ME CUM! I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP! FILL YOU WITH 
CREAM, BABY!" He groaned wildly, his cock throbbing from the unbelievable 
pressure of the young girl's tight sheath. He had never felt anything so 
delicious, so tight, so hot, gripping his cock in an iron grip, squeezing 
unmercifully on his rigid shaft! He knew he couldn't hold off much longer-he 
was going to have to shoot! 

"COME ON! CUM FOR ME, BABY! PLEASE! CUM FOR YOUR DADDY!" Steve shouted, 
scarcely knowing what he said. 

"OOOHHH! DADDY! I'M CUMMING ... NOW!" Diane cried, her body beginning to 
convulse, ripples of desire flashing along her veins as she stiffened and 
shook, her hips trembling and spasming as orgasm ripped through her. 

Steve didn't need to be told. He could feel her orgasm in her cunt, her 
muscle contractions causing the tight sheath to vibrate and spasm around his 
dick! And with a sigh of relief, he let go, releasing the tide of semen that 
was bubbling and boiling in his balls! The hot sperm coursed through the 
vein in his prick, almost burning in its fury, bursting from the deep buried 
head of his cock, splattering into his daughter's vagina! 

As Diane felt the burning tide of her father's sperm, she convulsed again, 
her insides spasming at the feel of the hot thick cream! She cried aloud, 
her voice rising shrilly, her heels drumming on the man's back as her young 
body convulsed again and again, twisting and churning against his! 

"OOOH! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME! IT'S SO HOT! BURNING ME UP! CUM IN ME! I LOVE 
IT! I LOVE IT! FUCK! FUCK MY PUSSY! CUM! FUCK!" Diane moaned and twisted, 
her face a mask of lust, her lips stretched over her teeth, spittle oozing 
from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't believe the sensations which were 
flooding through her body-every muscle, every nerve seemed to be on fire, a 
fire that swept through her, leaving her weak and shaken in the aftermath of 
passion. 

Steve slumped forward, his dick still weakly spurting inside his daughter's 
twat. His breath came in great ragged gulps, and he was aware of a deep 
feeling of surprise. He hadn't cum like that in twenty years-and especially 
not twice in the same night! Three times, if you counted the brief encounter 
with the woman earlier! But that had been nothing compared to this-a mere 
spasm compared with a gigantic upheaval that had involved his entire body in 
a way he had never thought possible before. 

Steve stared down at his daughter. She smiled up at him, apparently happy, 
and reached up to touch his face. 

"Oh, Daddy! That was even better yet," Diane whispered. "When you ... came 
in me, I could feel it everywhere." She giggled a little. "Wow, if I had 
only known what this was like...." 

"Diane, baby," Steve muttered. "This is, this is WRONG!" He stared at her 
pleadingly, feeling a little silly for saying this when his cock was still 
buried inside her body, but knowing he must say it. "I don't know what I was 
thinking of ... oh, God, can you ever forgive me?" 

Diane looked at him wonderingly. "It was wonderful, Daddy. I was scared at 
first, but not now. Only do you think I'll have a baby?" 

Steve looked at the girl in abject horror. "Oh God. I didn't even think. Oh 
Lord, if only your mother was still alive." He paused, not even noticing the 
ridiculousness of the statement, and sat up abruptly, his limp cock sliding 
from his daughter's vagina, followed by a tide of sperm and blood. "And 
you're bleeding, oh God, what have I done?" Honey ... go in the bathroom and 
douche. Wash yourself out real quick, it probably won't help . . .oh God!! ! 
" 

Diane got up quickly, then looked down at her father, her expression 
softening. "Don't worry, Dad. I should have thought about it myself before. 
I guess I still thought I was a kid or something." 

Steve stared at the girl miserably, knowing in his heart that he wouldn't 
have acted any different if he had known her to be unprotected and hating 
himself for it. "Let's just hope we're lucky," he said softly. "And I'll 
never lay a finger on you again, I promise." 

"But Daddy ... I, I want you to," Diane said softly. "I want you to fuck me 
... again." She hovered uncertainly over the man, her young face puckered, 
looking like she was about to cry. "Don't you want to? I mean, it was okay 
for you wasn't it?" 

"God ... of course it was," Steve admitted. "But it's wrong and must never 
happen again. Don't you understand? I'm your FATHER! YOUR FATHER! I can't 
fuck my own daughter! Only people in slums and savages do things like that. 
Oh God, Diane, please just go away. Come on, I'll help you wash yourself 
out. God, baby, don't you realize what would happen if anybody found out?" 

"Well, we don't have to tell anybody, do we?" Diane asked reasonably. "Gosh, 
Daddy, it's already happened now. What difference does it make if we do it 
again?" 

Steve stared at the girl, his eyes going over her slender young body, 
dwelling on her well formed tits and curving hips. She didn't look like a 
little girl anymore, that was for sure! She looked like a woman, and a woman 
who knew her own mind. Steve hesitated, then pulled himself together. 

"No. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now off to the baths, young lady. It 
probably won't do any good, but we can always hope." He grinned at her, 
giving her a friendly pat on the behind, flinching when she winced. "God, I 
am a bastard, aren't I? Whipping you and making you ... oh God. I should be 
locked up." 

"You didn't make me do anything, Daddy," Diane murmured. "At least, not 
after the first bit. I love you." 

Steve looked at his daughter, standing there so trustingly in front of him, 
and groaned to himself. "I love you too, baby, and that's why I don't want 
to ruin you. Now, no more talk. Off to the baths." 

"Well, if I'm ruined already, I don't see what it matters," Diane muttered 
rebelliously. "Why can't I just go get on the Pill or something. Okay, okay, 
I won't talk about it any more. But I still think that what's happened has 
happened. And there's no going back." With this parting shot, the girl 
disappeared upstairs, bearing her naked body regally. 

Steve shook his head. "No. She's too young to know. I have to get hold of 
myself. This must never happen again." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Diane awakened the next morning in a daze. She staggered out of bed, wincing 
as her bruised rear hit the bed post, and down the hall to the bathroom. 
Sighing, she stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast, 
shivering as it hit her lacerated buttocks. By the time she had stood there 
a full two minutes, with the water coursing over her, she had marshaled her 
thoughts and remembered. 

"WOW!" she said out loud. "I guess it wasn't a dream after all. My rear sure 
is sore enough!" She reviewed the events of last night, from the abortive 
attempt with Bob in his car to her final seduction by her father, and shook 
her head wonderingly, running her hands over her body as if to assure 
herself she was still in one piece. She patted her breasts, then ran a hand 
between her legs. She was a little sore, but other than that. ... Suddenly, 
Diane laughed, a long joyous peal of laughter. 

"My own Dad! Jeez! I must be crazy!" She laughed again and stepped from the 
shower, toweling herself briskly, peering at her body in the mirror with new 
eyes. She knew that she should feel some remorse, some reaction to her 
changed status, but somehow, the only thing she felt was great! Then she 
sobered, remembering her father's words, his warning that this must never 
happen again, and his fear that she would get pregnant. That was a 
reasonable fear, she decided, and, knowing that her father probably wouldn't 
do anything about it, decided to visit the school infirmary that day and ask 
to be put on birth control pills. She'd heard from the older girls that 
they'd do it, as long as they had the parents permission. She shrugged, 
dismissing that obstacle. Surely, her father wouldn't object! 

Steve looked up apprehensively as his daughter bounded downstairs and into 
the kitchen. "Morning," he mumbled, holding the paper like a shield and 
peering around it at the vibrant creature who stood before him. 

Diane grinned happily at her father and bent over to kiss him good morning, 
as she always did. He flinched away, and she looked at him, wounded. 
"Morning, Dad," she said in a small voice, helping herself to toast. "Wow, 
thanks for making breakfast." 

"Thought you might need extra sleep," Steve grunted, folding the paper. 
"Well, don't be late for school, dear." He got up and walked across the room 
quickly, leaving the girl staring at him, her mouth open. 

"Dad! Wait! Aren't you-aren't you going to say anything?" Diane cried, 
getting up and following him. "About ... about last night?" She stared at 
him tearfully, her lip quivering, and Steve backed away, fighting an 
irresistable impulse to take her in his arms. 

"Let's just try to forget about it, okay?" Steve muttered. 

"FORGET ABOUT IT?" Diane screeched. "How can I possible forget about it? 
DAD! Don't you remember-how you-and I ... and I ... what happened? How you 
... FUCKED me?" 

Steve flushed a dark red. "God, honey, don't you know how hard this is for 
me? Please, please just try and forget it, try and put it out of your mind. 
I swear, I'll never touch you again, and maybe someday, a nice young man ... 
oh, HELL! WE HAVE TO FORGET IT! Don't you understand what I've done to you? 
Please, honey, please forgive me and...." 

"I don't want a nice young man. I want you. I love you. You said you loved 
me! Don't you love me anymore? That's it, you didn't really want me, you 
just ... you just USED me. I don't mean anything to you," Diane wailed, 
utterly overcome by tears now. "OOOOHHH I hate you! I HATE YOU!" 

Steve stared at his daughter, nonplussed, then reached out and tentatively 
brushed her shoulder. "Please, dear ... please forgive me. You'll understand 
someday." He turned rapidly and went out the door, leaving Diane sobbing 
bitterly. 

As her father left, Diane raised her head, watching the door slam through a 
haze of tears. "He hates me. I wish I were dead," she moaned, slumping at 
the table. She sat there a few minutes in dejection, then raised her head, 
determined. "Wait until tonight. I'll show him a thing or two. I'll show him 
I'm not just a kid anymore." 

Steve came home late that night. He had actually been afraid to come home at 
all, but, he reasoned that he had to come home some time. And maybe the talk 
they'd had this morning would have convinced her that they must stop this 
before it went too far. Steve groaned. As if it hadn't already! He 
remembered how she had looked this morning, accusing him of not loving her, 
of not wanting her, and he groaned again, remembering how hard it had been 
not to throw scruples to the wind and take her right there on the kitchen 
table. Swallowing, he opened the front door. 

"Diane? You home, honey?" he called. There was no answer, and Steve was 
aware of a twinge of disappointment mixed with his feeling of relief. "Down, 
boy," he muttered. "She's probably out with that punk kid again-and you 
should be grateful. Get her mind off of...." 

"Daddy?" Diane called. "I'm here. In the living room." 

Steve walked to the door and looked in, standing transfixed. Diane rose off 
of the couch and strolled towards him, her body gleaming in the dim light. 
She was completely nude, and Steve just stood there staring, his mouth 
dropping open as he stood rooted to the spot, his gaze going over his 
beautiful naked daughter. She walked over to him and stood in front of him, 
staring up solemnly. 

Diane was shaking inside. Steve would never know how much that walk across 
the room had cost her, how she had been terrified of what she would do or 
say. But as soon as she stood before him and saw his face, she knew that she 
had won. His gaze was glued to her body, and a thin sheen of sweat broke 
over his face as she reached up and touched his face. 

With a strangled groan, Steve reached out, and Diane moved forward into his 
embrace, fitting her body to his. His hands moved down her smooth skin, 
wandering over the curve of her buttocks, moving over all of her sweet skin, 
as if memorizing the very texture of her. 

"Oh ... baby, baby," Steve muttered. "We can't...." 

"Just once more," Diane whispered. "I went and got the pill. I took the 
first one tonight, so I'm okay. Oh, Daddy, don't turn me down. I want you to 
fuck me. I've thought about it all day." 

"Oh God. Me, too...." Steve crushed the girl to him, then pulled back to 
look at her. "No sane man could resist. You're too beautiful," he whispered, 
touching the twin mounds of her breasts lightly, then letting his fingers 
stray over the soft round curve of her belly, brushing through the tangled 
gold of her pubic hair. "Sweet, sweet pussy...." 

Diane slid her hands free, unbuttoning her father's shirt and unzipping his 
trousers until he stood as nude as she. "See," she giggled, grasping his 
penis gently. It was rock hard and throbbing in her fingers, and she stroked 
it softly and lovingly. "HE wants me...." 

"God. I want you, too, baby. So much," Steve muttered, sliding a hand 
between the girl's legs. A dream-like quality seemed to pervade his actions, 
and he had to shake his head to remind himself that it was real. It was 
happening. He took his daughter's hand and led her to the couch, spreading 
her almost reverently on the cushions, then knelt beside her. 

"Ooo, Daddy. Do it to me," Diane pleased. "I feel all funny inside when you 
look at me like that." 

Steve bent forward, opening the girl's legs and peering into her snatch. It 
looked even better than it had the night before, and his breathing harshened 
as he looked at her pussy, his gaze feasting on the moist pink folds and 
convolutions. He inhaled deeply, the scent of fresh young cunt reaching his 
nostrils. 

"I'm gonna eat your pussy now, honey," Steve said softly. "I'm gonna stick 
my tongue in your sweet pussy and tongue fuck you, and suck your sweet juice 
until you're dry." He opened her wide with his fingers, bringing his mouth 
to her tender slot. 

Diane tensed in anticipation, feeling the man's hot breath fanning her damp 
twat, and she shivered. She had never heard of such a thing-but it was her 
Daddy, and whatever he wanted was all right with her. "Go on, Daddy," she 
murmured. "I'm ready. I'm ready for you to suck me." 

"Oh baby, you've got the most beautiful cunt in the world," Steve said 
earnestly. "So wet ... and juicy." He laughed softly to himself at his 
words, remembering his noble resolutions and how quickly they had been 
dispersed by the sight of his daughter's body. Then, without thinking 
further, he plunged forward, sinking his tongue deep into his daughter's 
twat. 

Diane jumped as her father's tongue snaked into her vagina, stifling a crazy 
urge to laugh as the raspy flesh tickled her tender membranes. He plunged 
his tongue right in, up to the root, and swirled it around inside her, 
licking the interior walls until she thought she'd go crazy from the wild 
sensations flooding through her. 

Steve stabbed his tongue again and again into the wet flesh of his 
daughter's cunt, feeling her muscles clamp hungrily on the hard organ, 
drawing it deep inside. He breathed deeply, his nostrils filled with the 
scent of her, and then withdrew his tongue, clamping his mouth over her 
whole vulva and sucking it all in. She squirmed under him, her hips 
beginning a rhythmic thrusting against his face, and her secretions flowed 
freely from deep inside her womb, filling his mouth with tangy fluid. She 
was really going now, her whole body twisting and churning under the flail 
of his tongue, and Steve gulped greedily, drinking her copious fluid as fast 
as he could. 

"OOOOHHHH! SUCK MEE! SUCK MY CUNT! DADDDYYY! OOOOOOOOO!" the girl squealed, 
her legs clamping convulsively around Steve's neck, dragging him firmly 
against her steaming cunt. She was almost screaming with excitement now, as 
his mouth clamped over the sensitive bud of her clitoris, his tongue rasping 
over the tender bud, stimulating the nerves until she thought she'd go out 
of her mind with delight! Great waves of heat swept through her, making her 
tremble uncontrollably, and the muscles in her legs knotted and spasmed with 
pre-orgasmatic tremors. 

"OOOH! I'M GONNA CUM! IN YOUR FACE ... OOOHHH!" Diane moaned, her hips 
flailing as she pumped into her Dad's mouth. "I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GOING 
CRAZY! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! CRAZY WITH YOUR TONGUE! OHHHHHH DADDY! EAT 
MEEEEEEEEE!" 

Steve clamped firmly onto Diane's clitoris, drawing it from its sheath and 
strumming it with his tongue as she convulsed against his face, her hips 
bucking wildly as she struggled through the throes of orgasm! His own cock 
was rock hard, quivering with lust, a drop of moisture oozing down the shaft 
as he drove the girl through yet another orgasm! Her cunt was clamping on 
his tongue now, sending sympathetic shivers of lust through his body, and 
Steve sucked greedily, eager to extract the last vestige pussy cum from her 
steaming cunt before he sank his prick into her! 

Diane was completely lost now, her body quivering and shaking through a 
string of orgasms that ripped without mercy through her slender frame, 
leaving her shaken and weak. She fell back on the couch, her legs still 
widespread, and opened her eyes, gazing up at her father. 

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you love me. Are you angry at me for what I did?" 
Diane gasped. "I'm so HAPPY!" 

"No ... of course not," Steve grunted, swallowing a last glob of pussy juice 
and raising his head, his lips glistening. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. Just 
like you want. Any way you want it. God you sure are something-hottest, 
wettest pussy I ever seen. And my daughter, too...." He stretched slightly, 
smiling at the girl, and climbed onto the couch. "Now get ready, baby, 
'cause I'm gonna fuck your sox off!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Steve grinned at his daughter. "Come here, baby, and see if you can do 
something about this," he invited, indicating his hard-on. 

Diane smiled lazily, then scrambled over to her father, throwing herself 
full length on his chest and kissing him wildly. "Oh Daddy, you're so 
wonderful! I love you!" 

"Yeah, that's great, honey." Steve pulled the girl up and regarded her. "Why 
don't you sit on it, honey? Sit right down on my cock and give me a ride, 
okay?" 

Diane looked at her father, then straddled him confidentially, poising her 
dripping twat above the spear of his penis. "like this?" 

"Yeah ... yeah, that's it," Steve wheezed, unbearably excited by the sight 
of his daughter squatting above his cock, preparing to impale herself! "Just 
slide down on it ... real nice and easy," he instructed, grasping her firmly 
around the waist and pulling her down. As the heart from her crotch washed 
over his penis, he gasped sharply, his cock twitching hungrily. 

Diane settled hesitantly above her father, the tip of his prick pressing 
against the entrance to her twat. "I'm a little sore," she confessed, 
wincing as he touched her bruised ass. "You really laid into me last night." 

"Yeah ... I'm sorry. I'll be careful," Steve hissed. "Now, come on. Sit down 
on it, baby! Let my cock slide right into that juicy little twat!" He 
pressed down sharply, at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips, his 
cock slicing upwards into the girl's flesh. 

"OOOO! That hurts!" Diane cried. "It's so big...." She swayed, her body 
withdrawing instinctively from the pain, but Steve held her firmly, forcing 
her down onto his rigid shaft. 

"Just a little more-that's it. I'm IN, baby!" Steve exulted, as Diane's ass 
rested on his balls. "God, you're TIGHT! like a vise on my cock!" He moved 
experimentally, his prick swelling inside the girl's tight flesh, and Diane 
moaned a little, "Fuck me. Don't just sit there ... move it, baby! Show me 
how good you are!" 

Diane winced. Her insides were still sore from her initiation of the night 
before, and although she was well lubricated from her orgasm under Steve's 
tongue, the slightest movement of his cock sent waves of pain through her. 
She closed her eyes. 

"I ... can't. It hurts ... it's too big," she whimpered. "Let's do it 
another way...." 

"Hell, no, I wanta see you fuck me," Steve said sharply. "Come on ... you 
asked for this! Now fuck me!" He grasped her around the waist and began 
moving her body up and down on his shaft, thrusting her, suffusing her 
tender cunt. "Oooo ... that's better...." best she could as she raised and 
lowered herself as her father directed. Suddenly, the pain began to 
diminish, replaced by a warm glow that spread through her, suffusing her 
tender cunt. "Oooo ... that's better...." 

"Yeah! DO IT! FUCK ME!" Steve cried enthusiastically, feeling the change in 
the girl. He began thrusting into her slowly, holding himself in check, 
wanting her to come with him! She picked up the rhythm easily, her ass 
moving, as she screwed herself up and down his hard pole, her cunt gripping 
his shaft with a grip of iron. She bounced up and down, increasing her 
speed, her tits jouncing, and Steve reached up and grasped her, slowing her 
down. 

"Hey, take it easy," he whispered. "No hurry-we've got plenty of time! Take 
it slow, baby, that's the only way to do it! Slow and easy!" He thrust up 
into her gaping cunt smoothly, then withdrew with tantalizing slowness, 
enjoying the grip of her flesh on his. Diane nodded solemnly and imitated 
his movements, rising and falling on his prick, looking down at the join of 
their bodies, fascinated by the sight of his huge shaft slicing upwards into 
her hairy twat. 

"Oooo, that feels so good," she murmured, twisting her hips slightly, 
enjoying the new sensations that movement evoked. Steve smiled at her, 
rubbing his hands over her firm body, tweaking her nipples until they stood 
straight up, enjoying the sight of her body as she fucked him with slow, 
deliberate strokes, her ass screwing up and down! 

"Ohhh, baby, you're the greatest," Steve murmured. "The best pussy in town! 
Use that hot cunt, baby! Screw me good! Ride my cock, honey, and make me 
cum! I'm gonna fill you with cream, baby, fill your twat with foam!" He 
tensed, his muscles aching with the strain of this slow fucking, and he knew 
that he couldn't hold back much longer. His blood was boiling in his veins, 
every nerve urging him to let go, to pound into her body with fierce 
unrelenting strokes until he exploded in a surge of sperm! But he held back, 
savoring each delicious moment, every stroke tantalizing him, bringing him 
nearer and nearer to the point of no return. 

"OOOOOHHH! DADDY! I Can't take much more," Diane moaned. "I'm burning up 
inside. I'm going to cum ... OOOOOHHHH!" With a gasp, Diane stiffened, 
shivers running up and down her spine as she began to climax. She bucked 
down rapidly, her hips churning as she spasmed, her clitoris rubbing against 
the man's pubic hair, sending thrill after thrill through her overheated 
body! 

"Easy ... easy...." Steve warned, but too late! The action of his daughter's 
spasming cunt on his cock destroyed the last remnants of his control, and he 
thrust wildly upwards, his cock plunging into the girl's convulsing vagina 
again and again, faster and faster, until he was hauling her up and down on 
his shaft as quickly as he could. 

"OOOH! CUM! CUM! FUCK ME!" Diane cried in total abandon, her hair whipping 
about her shoulders as she rode her father's cock like a maened. Her face 
was contorted with lust, and shrill cries issued from her lips as she 
bounced up and down. Great shivers ripped through her, untill finally she 
stiffened, her body arcing backwards as orgasm ripped through her! 

"GET READY! GET READY, 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES! HOT SPERM! OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 
I'M CUMMING!" Steve yelled, his balls lifting and hardening, then exploding 
in a shower of sperm. He could feel it rushing through his cock, bursting 
from the tip in great globs, splashing into his daughter's spasming vagina! 
He moaned, feeling her cunt clamp down on his shooting cock, draining him, 
milking him, pulling the last drops of cum from his overladen balls! It was 
almost agony, and he thrust weakly upward again, pumping the last bits of 
sperm into her, feeling like his insides were spurting out along with his 
semen! Then he collapsed back against the pillows, breathing raggedly, his 
heart pounding like a trip hammer. 

"God, what a CUNT! like a fucking VISE," Steve muttered. He peered up at his 
daughter ... she was still perched on his cock, her cunt gripping at his 
fast softening organ, a smile of satisfaction on her young face. 

"Was it good, Daddy? Did I do it right?" Diane asked. 

"Yeah ... you could say that. You did it right," Steve murmured, sighing. He 
closed his eyes. 

Steve looked at his daughter's sleeping face and pulled the covers up under 
her chin with a sigh, mmmmmm and she had fallen rapidly into an untroubled 
sleep. Steve swore softly. He knew that his sleep would be anything but 
untroubled. 

"This is wrong. All wrong," the man muttered. "She's too young, even if she 
weren't my daughter." He looked at the girl again before he shut off the 
light, feasting his eyes on her lovely young face. For the last time. Steve 
reached out and traced the girl's softly smiling lips, knowing what he had 
to do. "If she weren't my kid, maybe I could keep this up. But I'm not going 
to ruin her life ... not anymore than I have already," he promised himself, 
leaving the room and going downstairs to the phone. Sighing, he dialed. 

"Hello? Cynthia? This is Steve. Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, could you take Diane 
for a couple of months or so? I've got to, uh ... go to LA. for a while and 
I don't want to take her out of school." Steve listened to his sister's 
voice for a moment. "Okay, that's fine. Thanks a lot, Cynthia. Look, I have 
to leave tonight-could you and Bob come over and get her? I'll probably be 
gone when you get her, and Di is asleep, so could you just tell her I had to 
leave? Yeah, I know, but I don't want to wake her up. Yeah ... I'll take 
care of everything ... just pick her up and lock up behind you, okay? Okay, 
thanks, sis." Steve hung up the phone and wiped sweat from his forehead. He 
knew it sounded peculiar, but it was the best he could do. He swallowed and 
picked up the phone again to call his boss. 

"Diane? Wake up, dear." 

Diane opened her eyes, and blinked. "Aunt Cynthia? Wha ... what's wrong?" 
She stared at her aunt questioningly, wondering what the woman was doing 
bending over her in the middle of the night. 

"Nothing, dear. Your Dad was called away on business, and he asked Bob and I 
to take care of you for a while. He said to tell you he'd write...." 

"Where is he?" Diane asked, sitting bolt upright in bed, the covers falling 
from her body. 

"He had to leave," her aunt said. "Look, dear, don't worry about it. Just 
get dressed and come along with us. We'll come back and get your things in 
the morning. 

Diane stared at her aunt unbelievingly. "You mean he just left? Without 
saying goodbye or anything?" She looked around the room wildly, tears 
spurting to her eyes, then lay back. "Oh, I wish I were dead! How could he 
... after...." 

"After what?" Cynthia said, looking at the girl sharply. 

Diane flushed. "Nothing. I mean it's just so strange that he just took off 
like that without telling me," she finished glibly, realizing that her aunt 
was becoming suspicious. And that would really ruin everything! 

Diane got up quickly, deciding to play along for the time being, until she 
could find out where her Dad was and go join him. Because one thing was for 
sure-she wasn't about to give up this easy! She turned and smiled at her 
aunt demurely. "Okay, let's go. I'll get dressed and pack a few things." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Bob looked up appreciatively as his niece sauntered downstairs and dropped 
into a chair. She was dressed in a bikini, and Bob's eyes widened as he 
drank in the sight of her young body, her swelling breasts barely contained 
by the blue cloth. 

"Ah ... going for a swim?" he remarked laconically. 

"Yeah, in a little while," Diane answered moodily. "Hey, Uncle Bob, don't 
you think it's kind of, well, strange that Dad hasn't called?" She looked at 
her uncle, her blue eyes ingenuous. "I mean, I don't even know where he is 
or anything." She rose from the chair and walked over to her uncle. 

"Well, I'm sure he has his reasons," Bob said uncomfortably, for he had 
wondered the same thing himself. Several times. 

He looked at the girl again, almost dropping his newspaper. She was bending 
over him, giving him a clear view of her tits, right down to the nipple! Bob 
looked at the girl narrowly-her face was perfectly innocent, perfectly 
demure, but he couldn't help thinking that he'd seen a gleam in her blue 
eyes before she modestly lowered her lashes. He coughed, aware of a sudden 
tightening in his groin. 

"I just don't understand," Diane continued, looking down at her uncle 
swiftly and gauging his reaction. She smiled to herself, satisfied. She had 
planned this afternoon carefully. She was determined to find out where her 
father was-she was sure he must have told his sister and brother-in-law, 
even if he hadn't told his reason for leaving! And she was going to find 
out-no matter what she had to do to do so. Diane leaned even closer to her 
uncle, practically noting that his breathing had quickened, and exulted to 
herself. 

Diane had thought for a week about the best way to find out the information, 
and, after a few attempts at open questioning, had abandoned the line of 
inquiry. She had also dismissed the idea of getting her uncle drunk and then 
weaseling it out of him, neither her uncle or aunt drank at all. Searching 
for another way to get inside the man's defenses, she had noticed suddenly 
the way his eyes followed her around the house, and had hit upon this plan. 
She would get him all worked up, until he hardly knew what he was saying, 
and then ask! Diane grinned to herself-she had no doubts that it would work, 
and no fear that her uncle would misconstrue her actions. He was straight as 
a stick, and would not doubt attribute anything she did to imagination on 
his part. And not it was her job to fire that imagination, to make him 
literally see red, and spill the beans. 

"Look, you and your Dad didn't have some kind " of misunderstanding or 
something, did you?" Bob asked suddenly. 

Diane looked at him sharply, but his face betrayed nothing. "Well," Diane 
said slowly, an idea swirling in her mind. "Well, not really ... I mean, can 
I talk to you, uncle Bob? I mean honestly?" She surveyed the man, making her 
face as earnest as possible. 

Bob chuckled to himself. He had thought something was up. With a completely 
straight face, he said, "Certainly, dear. Just think of me as your father 
while he's away. You can talk to me, dear." 

Diane looked at him, startled, but continued gamely, sitting on the arm of 
his chair and bending closer. "It's all so embarrassing. I just couldn't 
tell Aunt Cynthia somehow, but I know you can help me. You're such a man of 
the world and all." 

Bob smiled at the girl, deciding to play along. He had a pretty good idea of 
what she was trying to do, and he grinned to himself. Sure are anxious to 
find out, aren't you, he said to himself. Out loud he said calmly, "Go 
ahead, dear." 

"It's about my boyfriend," Diane said rapidly. She frowned-this wasn't going 
exactly how she had planned. "Oh, Uncle Bob, if I could only talk to Dad and 
explain to him...." 

"I'm sure he understands. Tell me all about it, dear," Bob said smoothly. 
"Don't be shy." He reached up and patted Diane's shoulder, leaving his arm 
casually draped along her back. 

"Well," Diane said nervously. "Dad told me I couldn't go out with Bob 
because he was too old for me. And I like older men ... Bob's really kind of 
young. I mean, he doesn't really know how to treat a girl, not like an older 
man would." Diane gulped, wondering what on earth she was saying. She moved 
suddenly, trying to stand up, but her uncle pulled her firmly back onto the 
chair. 

"Oh? How many 'older men' have you known?" Bob asked. 

Diane blushed suddenly. "Not many ... I just meant I thought they would ... 
oh, you know how kids are! So clumsy and all." 

"Yes," Bob said absently, enjoying the girl's discomfiture. He stroked her 
shoulder softly, feeling the smooth skin grown warm under his fingers. 
Imperceptibly, he shifted in the chair, and Diane slid closer to him, 
fitting into the curve of his arm. Bob sighed, breathing in the fragrance of 
the girl's young flesh, his crotch tightening and hardening at her nearness. 
He shifted again, aware that his cock was throbbing against his trousers and 
he was growing extremely uncomfortable. But he couldn't rush things-he might 
have been mistaken. 

"You were saying ... clumsy?" Bob prompted gently. "How are they clumsy?" He 
dropped his hand from Diane's shoulder to her waist, his fingers trailing. 

Diane glanced at the man again, and decided to burn her bridges. "Oh ... in 
making love and all," Diane said carefully. "like kids, they just ... well, 
older guys treat you better. I mean, I guess they do. I don't know. But Day 
won't even let me go out with Bob, because he's too old for me!" 

"Well, he probably thinks Bob would make you ... well, go too far," Bob said 
casually. "But from the way you're talking, I gather that poor Bob can't get 
to first base, so he doesn't have anything to worry about. I'll let him 
know." 

Diane glared at the man indignantly. She felt like crying-her plan hadn't 
worked at all! Oh, he was worked up enough, she could tell that without even 
looking at him. Diane had learned a lot from her father, and one thing she 
had definitely learned was how to tell when a guy was worked up! But Bob 
wasn't going to spill any information-nn fact, he had turned the tables on 
her quite neatly, making her give out more than she had planned! Diane 
reviewed her words quickly, trying to figure if she had said anything too 
damaging. But somehow she couldn't seem to think straight, not sitting in 
Bob's lap practically, with his arm around her waist, and his fingers 
stroking her hip.... 

Diane stiffened. How had this happened! She struggled slightly, trying to 
sit up, and Bob looked at her in mild surprise, his fingers still delicately 
stroking her side. 

"Well, go on, honey. Why don't you tell me all the details so I can pass it 
on to Steve," Bob said. "I gather that your Bob can't make it with you, 
right? And for some reason, you think an older guy would. But that would 
really make your Dad mad at you, wouldn't it? I mean, if what he's worried 
about is you losing your virginity, he'd be better off if you stuck with 
poor Bob." Bob ran his hand gently over Diane's thigh, and up over her 
belly, so quickly that she wasn't even sure it had happened. 

But Diane's body sure did! With a start, the girl realized that her uncle's 
light touch had aroused her sleeping passions, so newly awakened. A wave of 
warmth swept through her, making her feel weak and loose inside. Diane shot 
a glance at her uncle through her lashes. He was staring absently into 
space, his hand resting lightly on her hip, and Diane felt a twinge of pique 
that he was apparently ignoring her. She frowned, wondering if she had 
imagined that brief touch of his hand on her belly, and then laughed 
delightedly to herself. He was probably just afraid to do anything to her, 
Diane decided, and a surge of pleasure went through her at the thought of 
the effect she was having on him. She decided to see how far she could make 
him go, how worked up she could make him, and then jump up and leave, 
pretending horror at his advances. Diane smiled. That'll pay him back for 
not telling me about Dad, she thought viciously. And if I threaten to tell 
Aunt Cynthia, he'll tell me for sure then! 

"I guess so," Diane murmured. "Gosh, you're so understanding, uncle Bob. I 
feel like I can really talk to you." She wriggled, pressing her body in 
closer to the man, her barely covered breasts crushing against his side. She 
heard his indrawn breath with satisfaction, and rubbed provocatively against 
him. "You're really my favorite relative. I'm glad Dad sent me over here!" 

Bob glanced at the girl. She was looking up at him with untroubled blue 
eyes, a faint smile curving her pink lips, and he felt a sudden crazy urge 
to find out just how much she did like 'older men.' As he watched, she 
slowly ran her tongue over her lips, and his heart gave a sudden lurch, 
banging against his chest. Slowly, carefully, he ran his hand down over her 
hip again, his fingers plucking delicately at the edge of her bikini, 
watching her closely for some sign of resistance. There was none, and he 
continued stroking her leg, up and down, his fingers sliding over the smooth 
roundness of her thigh. 

"How old are you now, Diane?" Bob asked. "Fifteen?" He slid his hand quickly 
over her thighs, his fingertips brushing against the soft mound of her 
pubes, concealed beneath the tiny bikini bottom. 

"Just turned fourteen," Diane whispered. "But I feel a lot older ... 
sometimes." She wriggled closer to him, the movement causing his hand to 
fall between her legs, which she spread slightly, just enough for his 
fingers. Between her thighs, she could feel a tight hotness growing and 
expanding, and she shivered in pure pleasure as she gauged her effect on the 
man. He was breathing heavily snow, his fingers resting quietly between her 
legs, and she pressed her thighs together suddenly, capturing them. 

"You certainly have a lovely figure for your age," Bob murmured absently. He 
couldn't really believe this-he had had a wild idea or two concerning his 
niece, especially during their conversation, but the fact that she was still 
just sitting there with his hand trapped between her thighs, looking at him 
with the most innocent expression in the world on her face, nonplussed him 
completely. He hesitated. If her were wrong, the whole thing could blow up 
in his face. He had a brief picture of a sobbing Diane telling the police 
that her Dad had entrusted her to her uncle, and had immediately raped her. 
He looked at her again, doubtfully, and she squeezed her thighs together 
unmistakably, pressing her crotch against his entrapped fingers. 

Diane smiled lazily, drifting in a sensual haze, her body warm and loose as 
she pressed her groin against her uncle's hand. She could see his intense 
excitement, his inner battle reflecting plainly on his face, and she 
shuddered in delight, grinding her cunt against his fingers, feeling him 
stiffen beside her. 

Bob groaned. He was wildly excited, more excited than he had imagined he 
could be only a few minutes before. He had thought that maybe he could 
stroke the girl a little, get excited, and then go to the bathroom and jerk 
off, but that was out of the question now. His dick was throbbing painfully 
against his trousers, jerking in its impatience to spring free, to bury 
itself in the soft warm flesh he could feel under his fingers. Bob 
shuddered, throwing caution to the winds, and took the girl's pussy between 
two fingers, pinching it gently. He was trembling with anticipation-lie 
could already picture how she would look spread-eagled under him, her thighs 
open to him, her cunt receiving his prick, and his cock throbbed angrily, 
eager to feel the soft slickness of her young twat. "Oooo, Uncle Bob...." 
Diane murmured. She felt his fingers suddenly come to life, taking her cunt 
lips and pressing them together, and she pressed even closer, feeling a 
sudden start of moisture deep inside her vagina. This was even more exciting 
that her sessions with her father! They had been so quick the first time, 
practically a rape on his part, and the second time on her part, that there 
hadn't been this slow building up of tension, that was making her insides 
tremble with anticipation. 

Diane moaned softly, wondering crazily if she could get him to jerk her off 
without letting him fuck her ... because that would be being unfaithful to 
her father! Diane didn't bother to analyze her feelings-she only knew that 
her body was responding to her uncle's touch, and that she had to get some 
relief. But she wouldn't let him fuck her-that was reserved. For her Dad. 

"Darling," Bob muttered, completely overcome by the feel of the girl's cunt 
under his fingers. Suddenly, he thrust his finger inside the leg band of her 
bikini, reaching inside, groping into the warm wetness, touching her 
pubescent, bare pussy lips! 

He swallowed, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of wet pussy that drifted 
up to his nostrils, and stroked the quivering edges of her cunt, his fingers 
paddling in the wetness. With his free hand, he reached around suddenly and 
pulled down her pants, revealing her blonde thatched cunt to the open air. 
"Beautiful," the man murmured. 

Diane shivered, her legs involuntarily opening wider, giving him access to 
her secret places. Through half closed lids, she watched him draw down her 
pants, his hand dark against her blonde curls, and sighed with anticipation. 
"Are you going to play with my pussy. Uncle Bob? Are you going to stick your 
finger in my pussy?" 

"Don't you want me to, darling? It'll make you feel good ... and I won't 
hurt you, I promise. I won't do anything you don't want me to," Bob said 
hastily, already drawing her pants down over her shapely thighs. He reached 
up quickly and untied her tip, ripping aside the tiny bit of cloth, letting 
her budding breasts spring free. He gazed for a second, fascinated by their 
firmness, then ran his hand lightly over them, massaging her flesh with his 
fingers. 

"OHHHH," Diane moaned. "Yes, Uncle Bob! Play with my titties. I love it when 
you play with my titties! And stick your finger in my cunt and finger me ... 
until I cum in your hand. OOOOhhhhh. . . " 

Bob wondered briefly who had done this to her before, because she was 
obviously no virgin, as he had deciphered from his finger in her cunt. But 
he didn't particularly care ... not with her warm body squirming next to 
his! 

Sighing, he said, "I'll do anything you want me to, darling, if you'll take 
out my cock ... just take it out and hold it in your hand. I won't hurt 
you." He stopped his stroking of her breast briefly and captured her hand, 
placing it directly on the throbbing lump in his trousers. She hesitated a 
moment, then cupped her hand around the hard bulge, her fingers rubbing it 
through his pants. 

"OOOooo, it's so BIG ... and HARD," the girl murmured, her fingers caressing 
the man's erection. 

"Take it out!" Bob commanded sharply, almost out of his mind with 
anticipation. He tensed his muscles violently, praying that he wouldn't 
shoot the minute she touched his cock, realizing that he hadn't felt this 
way since he was a kid! Diane slowly unzipped his trousers, letting his cock 
spring free, and he groaned. 

Diane fastened her fingers around her uncle's rod and drew it out slowly, 
suddenly eager to see his cock! Her eyes glazed as it popped into view-it 
was not as long as her father's, but thicker, a massive column that she 
could barely circle with her fingers! Slowly, she drew her hand over the 
shaft, capturing the droplet of liquid oozing from and tip and smearing it 
over the engorged head. 

"You're wet, too," she giggled, smearing the lubrication over his cock, 
sliding her hand up and down. She twitched uncontrollably, her pussy sending 
out another spurt of moisture onto Bob's searching fingers, as she pictured 
him climbing atop her and slicing into her dripping twat with this massive 
shaft! She groaned-she could almost feel it, slashing aside her tender 
membranes, scraping against the sides of her pulsing vagina! 

Bob shuddered. He had brought himself under control, and he watched as the 
girl began to jack him off slowly, her young fingers rubbing up and down his 
rod. He grunted. He didn't want to cum in her hand ... that would seem such 
a waste, considering the other possibilities! He began stroking her vagina 
again, thrusting his finger inside the hole and drawing it slowly out again, 
tantalizing the girl, making her squirm under his hand. He smiled in 
satisfaction. He could feel her inner walls clutching eagerly at his finger, 
drawing it deeper and deeper inside, and he speeded up his strokes slightly, 
using his finger like a cock, finger fucking her with long hard strokes. 

"Do you like it baby? Do you like me finger fucking your pussy?" he 
whispered. 

"Oooo, I love it! I LOVE IT! Do it, Uncle Bob! Stick your finger in me and 
make me CUM!" Diane moaned, thrashing about wildly, her earlier plans 
forgotten, all coherent thought superseded by the agonizing need in her 
pussy! She hunched down against his hand, her hips churning, her body 
trembling, pumping against his finger frantically. Bob shrugged to 
himself-she was so worked up, she seemed to have forgotten about his cock! 
She was just holding it limply in her hand, her entire being concentrated on 
her present need, but he found he didn't really care that much! He was 
having trouble enough not exploding into orgasm from just watching and 
feeling her, and he decided to bring her off quickly and then climb aboard 
before she knew what was happening! 

"Come on, baby doll! Cum all over my hand," Bob whispered. "Cream for your 
Uncle Bob, baby! Let me see your sweet cream!" He continued finger fucking 
the girl, at the same time grasping her clitoris and rubbing it between his 
thumb and forefinger, drawing it from its slippery sheath. At the touch of 
his finger on her clit, Diane moaned like a wounded animal and began 
hunching against him even faster, her tits bouncing as she flopped against 
her uncle. 

Diane didn't believe the sensations that were flooding through her! Every 
nerve was on fire, every muscle straining towards orgasm. Her cunt snapped 
hungrily at the man's fingers as if it were alive, and wave after wave of 
sensation flooded through her. Her thighs were trembling and knotting with 
pre-orgasmatic tremors, and, as he grasped the shaft of her clitoris between 
his fingers, her entire body began to spasm. 

"OOOHHH! DO IT! FUCK MEEEE! I'M CUMMING! OHHHHH!" Diane yelled, her slender 
body rising in an arc as orgasm swept over her. Convulsively, her hand 
clamped down on her uncle's penis, and she moaned with fresh desire as she 
spasmed, impaled on his finger. 

"YOU'RE CUMMING, BABY DOLL! All over my hand!" Bob shouted, his excitement 
building as the girl convulsed under his fingers. "Oh yeah, honey! Do it! I 
can feel your hot little pussy cumming! Dripping all over my hand! Cum on my 
fingers, you hot cunt!" 

Diane bucked back against Bob's hand, her head reeling crazily, her fingers 
tight on his cock. Suddenly, she wanted him inside her-she wanted his big 
tool in her convulsing twat, pounding into her vagina! She moaned 
feverishly, her fingers clasping and unclasping on his erect rod, and tried 
to pull him to her. 

"Cock! Put it in! Put it in meeeee!" Diane moaned. "I want your cock in my 
pussy!" 

"Hell, yes!" Bob grunted. He hauled the girl up, holding her shaking body to 
him, and looked wildly around. The chair was too small-with an oath, Bob 
threw the girl to the floor and knelt between her legs, not even bothering 
to remove his trousers. His cock stuck out of the opening like an angry 
snake, the head swelling even more in anticipation of the long awaited 
penetration. "Spread your fucking legs, baby, 'cause I'm going in! All the 
way! I'm gonna fuck you blind, you crazy little cunt!" 

Bob grasped the girl's dripping vagina with one hand and brought his stiff 
prick to the entrance, shuddering as a wave of heat from her crotch swept 
over him. He could smell the odor of her aroused flesh, and he shook 
uncontrollably, wildly excited at the thought of entering that wet flesh 
that had clutched at his fingers in orgasm! He placed the head of his cock 
at her vagina, and pushed gently, his cocktip sliding into the wet flesh 
easily, then stopping. 

"God, you're tight," Bob muttered. "So hot an tight, I'm about to cum right 
now!" He spread her wide open with his fingers and thrust forward again, his 
prick slicing into her tight sheath. 

"OOOOHHHH YES! FUCK! FUCK!" Diane babbled, raising her knees. "Fuck me! Put 
your big prick in me and fuck me! I love it! 

FFFUUUCCKKKK...." Diane rolled beneath her uncle, her eyes shut tight, her 
body still trembling from her orgasm. "Do it, Daddy! Fuck meeee!" 

Bob heard the girl's words through the pounding in his ears, but they didn't 
register. The world was a dim unreality now-the only reality was his niece's 
young body, opening to him, receiving his cock! With a grunt of pure lust, 
he drove forward sharply, burying himself to the hilt in her trembling 
pussy, slamming forward until his balls crushed against her ass! 

"OOOH! IT'S SO BIG! BIGGER ... Bigger ... than...." Diane's eyes popped open 
as realization flooded her. Her uncle was firmly implanted between her 
thighs, his cock lodged in her vagina, his hand reaching for her tits! Diane 
moaned, realizing there was no way she could stop him. Her body had betrayed 
her, her orgasm sweeping aside all coherent thought until she had imagined 
it was her father who was fucking her. But it wasn't, and suddenly, Diane 
found she didn't really care! She didn't care WHO it was, as long as he used 
the shaft inside her and brought her to orgasm again, and again, until she 
collapsed! 

With a groan, Diane lifted her legs, wrapping them around her uncle's back, 
and smiled into his face, "Fuck me, Uncle Bob," she whispered. "I love your 
cock in me, fucking me...." She wriggled her hips, bringing him deeper 
inside her. 

"Happy to oblige," Bob grunted, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward 
again. "Happy to oblige...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Diane squirmed wildly, thrills of electricity running through her body as 
Bob slowly drew his cock from her cunt, then thrust in again. She could feel 
the massive prick slicing through her wet flesh, packing her full, driving 
against the walls of her vagina, and she moaned frantically, twisting her 
hips, urging him to fuck her harder, faster, to stop the slow steady pace 
that was driving her wild with anticipation and pound into her. 

"HARDER! FUCK MEEE!" Diane moaned, her hips jerking and churning as she 
bucked up against Bob's groin. She grasped him around his shoulders, her 
nails tearing into his back, and arched her body against his. PLLLEEEAASSSE! 
FUCK ME! DO IT HARDER!" 

"Do you want it bad, honey? Tell me how much you want it," Bob muttered, 
holding himself to his steady pace with an effort. He had almost shot off 
when he entered her vagina, the tightness of her young sheath almost making 
him explode, but he had controlled himself with a mighty effort and was now 
slicing steadily and slowly in and out of the girl's pussy, enjoying her 
frantic efforts to make him hurry. He smile grimly to himself, promising 
himself to enjoy this unexpected bonanza to the utmost, to pump slowly into 
her until she went insane with lust before he let go. "Tell me how much you 
want it, you little bitch. You love it, don't ya! How many guys have done 
this to you, baby? How many guys have rammed their stiff pricks into that 
hot little pussy?" He closed his eyes, vividly picturing a man pounding into 
his niece's vagina, filling her up with cock, while she begged and pleaded 
for more! Wildly excited by the vision, he rammed forward suddenly, causing 
the girl to squeal. 

"OOOO! YES! DO IT! HARD! FUCK ME! RAM IT HOME!" Diane cried, her hips 
bucking up eagerly to his thrust. "I'm so hot I'm about to die! Don't hold 
back any longer! DO IT! For God's sake! FUCK ME!" 

"Okay, baby! Here we go," Bob grunted, his endurance snapping. He could feel 
her cunt clutching at him with a hundred red hot fingers, pulling at his 
prick, urging him on, and he began to speed up his strokes, his hips 
thrusting strongly back and forth as he pumped into her waiting vagina. 
"Fuck me, baby! Shake that ass! Use that little pussy and fuck me good! Give 
me a ride!" 

Bob plowed steadily in and out of the girl's dripping cunt. She was sopping 
wet inside, and he felt like he was fucking a warm, quivering bowl of 
gelatin, that rippled and clutched at his cock! He could feel her insides 
grabbing at his rod like a hot vise, as her hips bucked up and down, then 
ground in a circle, sending waves of lust through him. He knew he couldn't 
hold off much longer, not at this pace, and suddenly he didn't care! He knew 
that he could get it up again, could dip into this girl's hot twat whenever 
he wanted! He clung to her grimly, his hand tight on her breasts. She was 
moving so fast now it was hard to keep a grip on her, but he held onto her 
slippery body, riding her roiling hips for all he was worth. 

"OOH! Uncle Bob! Fuck me! I love it! Harder! Your cock in me! Filling me up! 
Harder! Faster! I'M gonna cum! Cum on your cock! OOOHHH! I LOVE IT!" Diane 
yelled, her body quaking as ripples of orgasm tingled along her nerves. She 
could feel her climax coiled in her belly, hot and heavy, waiting to be 
unraveled and spread through her entire body! Every stroke of her uncle's 
dick brought her nearer and nearer to climax! She could feel him inside 
her-he felt like he was filling her up, all the way to her belly! His balls 
were slapping against her buttocks, and she raised her legs, clamping them 
around his waist, drumming her heels along his legs. 

"Come on, baby! Cum for me! Shake that ass and cum all over me!" Bob 
groaned. "I can't hold back ... much longer ... I'm gonna shoot in your 
pussy! I'm gonna fill you up with cream, baby!" He plunged again and again 
into the girl's twat, his cock hitting the sides of her slippery canal, 
slicing through her greasy membranes that clutched and pulled at his stiff 
rod. He could feel his own climax approaching rapidly-his balls were tight 
and hard, almost aching with the load of semen he was about to shoot. 

Diane was totally lost, in a miasma of desire that filled her entire being, 
her only thought her coming orgasm, every thought concentrated on the 
demanding spot between her legs! Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, 
spasms going through them, making them jump and twitch, making her toes 
curl! She could feel his cock smacking against the neck of her womb, deep, 
deep insider her, and she could feel her clitoris rubbing against his shaft 
with every stroke. He was really pounding it to her now, his breathing 
ragged as he thrust in and out, his balls smacking against her ass, making a 
squishing noise. Diane's insides spasmed, drawing into a hard knot, and she 
pushed up against him frantically, urging him with body and voice to bring 
her off! 

"I'M CUMMING! NOW ... FUCK ME! I'M GONNA CUM! ALL OVER YOUR COCK! I'M 
CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Diane screeched, her body stiffening, then quivering all 
over, her muscles bunching and unbunching under her satiny skin as she 
plunged into orgasm. 

Bob felt the moment when she climaxed, felt her cunt grab his cock in a grip 
of iron, felt her insides quiver and churn and convulse around his cock! 
With an oath, he fucked into the spasming canal with a series of short quick 
jabs, his balls tight and hard, his entire body poised on the brink of 
explosion! 

"Hold on, baby! Here it comes! SHIT! HERE IT 

COMES! HOT FUCKING CUM! I'M CUMMING! FILLING YOU UP WITH SPERM! OOOHHH GOD! 
FEEL IT! FEEL MY CUM!" the man yelled, his balls exploding, sending an heavy 
column of pent up semen coursing down the tube in his cock to erupt in his 
niece's cunt, splashing into the dim recesses of her vagina! He grunted as 
his cock spluttered and jerked, feeling like the top of his head was. coming 
off! He had never felt anything like this-at least, not that he could 
remember! His heart gave a sudden painful lurch, and he gasped for air, 
collapsing forward onto the girl's slender body, his dick still buried in 
her twat, spurting weakly. 

"Oh God ... what a cunt ... hot pussy," Bob mumbled into Diane's hair as her 
snatch drained the last of his semen from him. He could still feel the last 
flutters of her climax flitting through her cunt, as it seemed to clutch at 
his dick as if it would never let go. With a sigh, he pulled out, hearing 
her moan faintly in protest, and sank onto the floor, his sweating body 
heaving with gasps for breath. 

"Oh, WOW," Diane said softly. She was still lying flat on her back, her legs 
outspread, and she smiled to herself, running her hands down her body. "Oh 
wow, that was fantastic," she breathed. "I never thought...." She gave a 
sudden glance at Bob, lying beside her, and wondered if he'd believe what 
she was going to say. "Wow, you're so fantastic ... I'm so glad it was you 
... the first time." 

Bob turned over on his side and raised an eyebrow, looking into his niece's 
flushed face. "Nice try, honey," he murmured. "But you ain't no virgin. 
Near, I'd say, but not quite. So don't give me any crap, okay?" He grinned 
at her expression and rumpled her hair fondly. "Hell, I don't care who you 
ball," he said. "Anyhow, I figured you must be protected, right?" At her 
nod, he continued. "And by the way, who was it that introduced you to sex 
anyhow? The "other' Bob, or was it Steve?" He surveyed her with interest. 

Diane sat up, her mouth dropping open. "Steve? Who...." 

"Your father, honey. Good old Dad...'Come on, do it, Daddy! Fuck me!' " he 
said slowly, mimicking her words. "That's why he left town, isn't it? Been 
fucking his kid and scared of the consequences? Scared he's ruined you or 
somethin? God, trust Steve to think up a crazy idea like that!" He snorted 
with amusement. "Had a piece of ass like you around and couldn't take it, so 
he left her to me." 

"That's not it!" Diane said indignantly. "He didn't do any such thing! He 
just ... well, he went out of town on business, and I'm going to join him 
anytime now. He'll come get me...." She glared at her uncle, wishing she had 
never, never teased him, had never fucked him. She closed her eyes. "Oh, I'm 
so ashamed. I wish I were dead!" 

"Hey, wait a minute!" Bob said, rolling over and capturing the girl in his 
arms. "I was just teasing, honey! I don't care if you've been fucking your 
Dad! I just think he's crazy for leaving you, but I'm glad he did! You're 
the best thing that's happened to me in years!" 

"Let go," Diane mumbled. "I shouldn't have let you do it to me. I love my 
father. Oh, why is everything so mixed up?" 

"Don't worry about it, honey," Bob soothed, incredulously realizing that he 
was becoming aroused again by the feel of her body against his. "Just let me 
take care of everything ... leave it to me." He began stroking her body 
slowly. "Have you ever had your pussy eaten? Come on, baby doll, relax, and 
let old Bob take care of you. I'll make you forget your Dad...." 

But I don't want to forget, Diane told herself frantically. Incest with her 
father hadn't horrified her that much, after she had gotten used to the 
idea, but this, with her uncle...I must be turning into a real whore, Diane 
thought dismally, feeling her body begin to respond to Bob's hands. She 
sighed, suddenly feeling angry at her father after all, for turning on her 
sexuality and then leaving her. I'll show him ... what did he expect me to 
do? the girl wondered. If I'm a whore, I guess that's what I am. And she 
pressed tightly against Bob, feeling his cock hardening against her. 

"That's right, baby," Bob muttered. "Everything'll be okay, Just relax...." 

Bob grinned, mentally thanking his brother-in-law for presenting him with 
this present as he looked down at Diane's body. She smiled back at him, a 
strange look in her eyes, and he sank between her thighs, opening her pussy 
gently with his fingers. 

"Are you going to eat my pussy, Uncle Bob? 

Stick your tongue in my cunt and lick it?" Diane asked softly. "I'm all full 
of your cum, so you'll hafta eat that, too." She shivered lasciviously, 
feeling a wild excitement at her words. 

"Yeah, baby," Bob muttered, glancing quickly up at her, wondering faintly at 
the change in her voice. She sounded almost bitter, her voice mocking, but 
he didn't plan to worry about that right now. "Do you want me to? Tell me 
how you want me to do it, baby doll. Tell your uncle Bob how you like it." 
He bent down, inhaling deeply the smell of her and ran his hands over her 
wide spread thighs, probing between her legs for her vagina. 

"And would you like me to suck it for you, too, while you're sucking me?" 
Diane offered. "I can suck cock real good, you know, everybody says so. I 
just love to suck cock." She grinned, hiding her uncertainty under a show of 
bravado. "Would you like that, Uncle Bob?" 

"Damn straight," Bob muttered, wondering what he had done to be so lucky. He 
had thought his niece was some little innocent kid, but this afternoon had 
sure opened his eyes. Probably been fucking around for years, he thought. 
And her so innocent-looking. I wouldn't have thought she'd ever even kissed 
a guy before this week! Shaking his head at the deception of appearances, 
Bob swung his body around, settling on top of Diane, his crotch at her 
mouth, his mouth at hers. 

"Okay, doll, show me how good you are," he grunted. "Put that hot mouth on 
my dick and suck me good!" He lowered his head, sinking between her thighs, 
and, opening her with his fingers, gave her twat a hearty swipe with his 
tongue. 

Diane hesitated. She had never sucked a man's dick this way before. Somehow, 
it seemed bigger and more, menacing hanging above her face, filling her 
entire range of vision. Tentatively, she reached up and grasped it at the 
root, sticking out her tongue and touching the tip. 

"Well go on! SUCK IT!" Bob said, raising his head from her crotch. "It won't 
bite, sugar! Just open your mouth and take it in!" He wiggled his hips 
slightly, causing his cock to bob against the girl's lips and shoved 
downwards swiftly, forcing an entrance into her mouth. 

Diane choked! It was different this way! The cock went in deeper, all the 
way down her throat, and there was nothing she could do about it! She gagged 
frantically, feeling as if she were going to choke, and Bob relaxed the 
pressure slightly, turning his head over his shoulder and grinning at her. 

"Okay, sugar, I'll take it easy. Guess you're not as experienced as I 
thought, huh? But you'll get it, baby, don't worry! Just open up your mouth 
and let it go all the way in." He returned to her cunt, raising his hips 
slightly so she could take his cock at her own pace, and began to lick the 
surface of her vagina, his tongue running up and down the sweet groove, 
licking up all traces of his sperm. 

Diane took a deep breath and guided the man's dick back into her mouth, 
determining to give as good as she got! I'll show him, she thought, running 
her tongue over the head of his cock. I'll make him cum so hard. ... She 
opened her lips and pulled him down into her mouth, guiding him with her 
hands, taking it in deeper, deeper, all the way in until his balls were 
crushed against her chin. 

"That's it!" Bob mumbled, his mouth full of cunt. "That's my girl! All the 
way, baby! Suck it good!" He covered her entire vagina with his mouth, 
sucking in greedily, then formed his tongue into a hard cone and thrust in 
into her tight pink hole, stabbing into her cunt with his tongue, using it 
like a cock, tongue fucking her tender twat! He could taste the creamy tang 
of his own cum still clinging to the inside of her vagina, mixed with the 
salty flavor of her secretions, and he chewed lustily away, filling his 
mouth with her emissions. 

Diane wriggled voluptuously, her hips pressing upwards, smashing her cunt 
into her uncle's face. She could feel his tongue stabbing into her, feeling 
like a tiny snake as it crawled up into her vitals, and her muscles 
fluttered with excitement, sending a spurt of moisture out to be gobbled up 
by his hungry mouth! She sighed-this was great! She was sure glad she had 
stayed home this afternoon to talk to her uncle! He was licking her pussy 
slowly and carefully with his experienced tongue, sending thrill after 
thrill through her body, and Diane knew that it wouldn't be long before she 
climaxed again, spurting into his mouth! She turned her attention to his 
cock, suddenly wanting to taste his cum, to feel the creamy texture on her 
tongue, to swallow his sperm-like she had her Dad's! 

Bob grunted,-his mouth full of fresh pussy, and swallowed hard, drinking in 
the secretions eagerly. 

He could hardly believe how wet she was. Her cunt seemed like a never ending 
fountain-as fast as he sucked her dry, she secreted more, filling his mouth 
with fluid! He stuck his tongue all the way in, twirling it around inside 
her, feeling her vaginal walls clutch at it hungrily, and then withdrew it 
suddenly, clamping his lips over the protruding bud of her clitoris, drawing 
it from its slippery sheath! He wanted her to cum, to fill his mouth with 
her cream, and he clamped down hard on the greasy bud, drawing it between 
his teeth, strumming it with his tongue! 

Diane growled, deep in her throat! Shivers were running through her, her 
hips beginning to fuck up against her uncle's face as he plumbed her puss 
with his tongue! She sucked eagerly at his dick, drawing it deep into her 
throat, her lips working up and down the massive shaft, her tongue swirling 
over the head on each stroke! Apparently, her efforts were paying off, 
because his cock seemed to swell in her mouth, and he began to fuck into her 
face, his balls crushing against her chin as he plunged into her mouth. 

Bob could feel Diane's mouth bobbing up and down his dick, her lips nibbling 
on the shaft, reaching the base on each stroke, and he fucked into her open 
mouth wildly, sending his cock into the unseen recesses as if it were a 
cunt. God, she's good, he thought. A natural born cocksucker ... and she 
loves it! He could tell from the way her tongue lovingly swathed his prick 
on each stroke, her mouth gulping hungrily, that she was eager for his cum 
to burst into her throat, and he plowed on with renewed determination, 
knowing it wouldn't be long now. Already, he could feel the sap rising in 
his loins, entering his balls and making them rock hard! Through a haze of 
disbelief, he realized that he was about to climax again, for the second 
time in an hour, and the knowledge made him redouble his efforts on her 
cunt, lashing his tongue into her with frenzy. 

He lashed his tongue again and again into her dripping cunt, licking the 
entire surface, front to back, tongue strumming the clit until it vibrated, 
then returning to plunging into the wet pink hole of her vagina. He reached 
under the girl with both hands, lifting her bucking ass to his face, and 
glued his lips greedily to her honey pot, sucking her juices while his hands 
clenched and unclenched on the flesh of her buttocks, then licked down the 
wet groove, towards the anus, rimming the tiny puckered hole with his 
tongue, tasting the dark musky tang. The taste inflamed him further, and 
stuck his tongue into the dark hot hole, feeling Diane buck with surprise, 
and then press eagerly up into his face. He grunted, continuing to suck at 
her ass-hole, her legs wrapping around his neck, and jammed a finger into 
her cunt, entering the sopping hole brutally. Using tongue and fingers, he 
jabbed into her hard, in the same rhythm he was fucking into her face with, 
and she picked it up immediately, her hips quaking under his face. He knew 
she was about to climax-he could taste and feel the subtle difference in her 
cunt as she neared orgasm, and he increased the tempo of his strokes. 

Diane felt the stab of his tongue in her ass-hole with mingled shock and 
delight, her overheated body accepting the new sensation without hesitation. 
She continued to slurp hungrily at his prick, her cheeks caving in with the 
effort, and reached behind him, grasping his heavy balls, holding them 
carefully in her hands, rolling them in their wrinkled sac. She could feel 
them moving under her hands, and she could feel them growing harder and 
tighter as he fucked into her mouth, and she knew instinctively that that 
presaged his cum! Suddenly, she copied his invasion of her ass-hole as best 
she could, feeling for the tiny hole with her fingers, then plunging a stiff 
forefinger deep inside the man's ass! 

Bob reacted as if he had been shot! With a convulsive jerk, his whole body 
spasmed, sending his cock way down his adolescent niece's open throat, even 
his balls entering her mouth! OH MY GOD, the man thought in a sudden blaze 
of lust. She's taking my balls in.. .in her mouth ... down her throat she's 
going to swallow me whole. . . I can't stand it! His body went completely 
out of control, smashing frantically into the girl's face, driven by the 
prodding of her finger in his ass-hole, massaging against his prostrate! 
Flashing fire engulfed him, his body coiled into a huge knot, then exploded, 
his balls leaping and bursting, his orgasm racing through him with the force 
of a blow, culminating in a great rush of sticky semen gushing from the head 
of his cock, splattering into Diane's open mouth! He could feel her 
swallowing his seed, her throat muscles working on his shaft, milking his 
cum, and his cock pulsed and jerked, shooting, spurting, a never ending tide 
of seed bursting from his loins! 

As Bob's semen hit her throat, Diane's whole body convulsed, her orgasm 
triggered in some strange way by the feel of his cum in her throat! She 
choked, gagged violently, and swallowed, pulling him hard against her face, 
drinking greedily from the fountain of his cock, slurping hungrily at the 
endless stream of thick white fluid that coursed into her throat, while her 
own orgasm ripped through her, her belly loosening and convulsing, her pussy 
melting into a puddle of sex fluids that poured from her womb into Bob's 
mouth. She shook with the force of her orgasm, her hips jerking convulsively 
as she climaxed again and again into her uncle's face. Finally, she felt 
Bob's cock begin to soften in her mouth, as her own body also stopped 
climaxing, and she relaxed, her head falling backwards, Bob's cock still in 
her mouth. Diane smiled to herself, her tongue cleaning the last bits of cum 
from his softening cock, and swallowed happily, running her tongue around 
inside her mouth to taste the last lingering taste of sperm as Bob rolled 
free, after cleaning out her pussy. 

"Wow, that was good," Diane said dreamily. "I just love the way you suck my 
pussy, Uncle Bob." She smiled sleepily, and Bob swung up beside her, 
gathering her in his arms. 

"Yeah, you're some fine cocksucker, just like you said," Bob answered, 
stroking the girl's hair. 

"I did it better that time than ever before," Diane said honestly. "I've 
only done it a coupla times, and it gets better ever time. I just love the 
way it tastes. Do you think we could do it again?" She ran her tongue over 
her lips, wishing he had come a bucketful, confident that she would have 
enjoyed every drop! 

"Whoa, baby," Bob laughed, feeling her move her body against his. "I'm not 
as young as I used to be, you know! Don't tell me old Steve balls you three 
times in a row!" 

"No, we've only done it a coupla times," Diane murmured absently. "I don't 
wanta talk about it right now though...." She rolled away from the man, 
grinning at him complacently, her hands running down his body, searching. 
Bob shook his head ruefully. 

"No use, baby," he said. "Well have to wait a minute...." He reached for her 
again, but she pulled away sharply, her eyes wide. "Hey ... what is it? 
What's wrong?" 

"Uncle Bob," Diane whispered. "It's your wife...." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Cynthia had come home that afternoon from the grocery store, pushed open the 
front door, and walked all the way to the kitchen and set down the bags of 
groceries before she realized something was strange. Although she knew that 
her husband and niece must be home, because the car was outside, she hadn't 
seen hide nor hair of them, or heard anything either. She frowned, listening 
carefully. Usually, Bob heard her come in and came to help her, or at least 
called out, and Diane had played the radio steadily since she had been with 
them. The silence was unnerving, and Cynthia left the groceries and began 
walking through the house. 

"Bob? Diane?" she called, walking through the living room. Deciding that 
they might be out by the pool, she crossed the hall and opened the door of 
the Florida room, and stopped dead in her tracks. There they were, both of 
them ... on the floor, a tangled mass of arms and legs. Cynthia stood stock 
still, her mind unable to take in what she was seeing-her husband and her 
niece, rolling around on the floor of the Florida room, his hips working 
furiously as he drove into the girl's mouth, the girl's hands clutching at 
his ass, his head hidden between the girl's legs. 

"OH...." Cynthia breathed, paralyzed, her eyes blinking as she tried to take 
in what she was seeing. "I'm dreaming ... this can't really be happening!" 
She moaned faintly, reaching out for support, but neither of the two on the 
floor noticed her presence-they were too mutually engrossed! Cynthia watched 
in horrified fascination, watching her husband's buttocks churn as he 
pounded into the girl's mouth, and his head bob as he dove into her muff. 
She could hear the sounds of their grunts and moans of lust, and she 
wondered how she had missed it before. Surely they were going on loud enough 
to wake the dead! She watched her husband fuck the girl's mouth in 
amazement-she hadn't seen him fuck that way in years! For some time now, 
their sex life had consisted of a brief encounter in the dark of their 
bedroom several times a month, and Cynthia couldn't even remember the the 
last time she had actually looked at her husband naked, much less while he 
was fucking! Fascinated, her eyes dwelled on his powerful legs and buttocks, 
traveling up his back to his dark head, and she sucked in her breath as a 
sudden spasm of desire hit her belly, followed by a surge of jealousy as she 
saw Diane's white legs wrapped around his head! 

The full realization of what she was witnessing hit Cynthia with the force 
of a blow, and she moaned out loud, swaying weakly, grasping at the wall. 
She knew she should rush in and separate them, should tear her husband's 
face from between the girl's legs, but somehow she couldn't move. She 
stared, fascinated as a rabbit by a snake, her eyes following every movement 
of their entwined bodies. She realized that she was craning forward, trying 
to see more, her eyes especially drawn to the girl's slender body, almost 
hidden beneath her husband's! Cynthia's breath began to quicken as she 
watched, and an unbidden thrill rushed through her. With a start, she 
realized her panties were getting wet as she watched. Cynthia moaned at her 
body's betrayal as a series of crazy images darted through her brain. The 
scene seemed familiar somehow to her, as if she had seen it before, and she 
suddenly remembered with vivid clarity a dream she had been having, a dream 
that left her weak and shaking with unslaked lust, that made her reach out 
for Bob's unresponsive body in the dark. 

In the dream, she and a blonde girl were stroking each other, their hands 
gentle on each other's bodies, then demanding as lust built up in them. The 
dream had been so real that she could almost feel the girl's flesh beneath 
her fingers, could almost taste the girl's pussy as she dove between her 
legs, just as her husband was doing now! The dream always made her cringe 
with self disgust, because she knew it was a sign of perverse desires, and 
she would frantically try to awaken her husband to bring her to her senses, 
but usually have to finish herself off with her own fingers. Always with the 
tantalizing picture before her. ... Cynthia drew in her breath sharply, 
realizing that she was bending forward, her tongue caught between her teeth, 
her eyes straining as she watched, eager to catch a glimpse of the girl's 
slender body! 

"No ... no, this can't be happening," Cynthia murmured, her hand stealing to 
her throat. She could feel a pulse pounding there, as her blood raced 
through her veins, and her breathing grew ragged. Her hand dropped lower, 
resting on the swell of her bosom, touching the curve of her breast, and she 
had a violent desire to see Diane's breasts, to touch their youthful 
firmness, to massage the flesh in her fingers, to feel the tender nipple 
erect in her palm! With a start, Cynthia discovered she was massaging her 
own breast, her fingers clutching spasmodically at her cloth covered tit, as 
her eyes avidly drank in the seen. 

The two on the floor were climaxing now, their bodies shuddering and shaking 
as they strained towards each other in the final throes of lust. Cynthia 
could see the muscles bunching in Bob's buttocks as he pounded the last few 
strokes into Diane's mouth, and she could see Diane's legs tremble and wrap 
even tighter around Bob's neck, bringing his face down to her steaming 
crotch, forcing him to drink her secretions. Then they fell apart, their 
bodies shining with sweat, panting with exertion, and Cynthia knew that if 
she was going to move, it would have to be now, now before they saw her! In 
a daze, she heard their voices as they came from their lustful trance, heard 
Diane's young voice whisper, "It's your wife," saw Diane's shocked face, her 
instinctive cowering. And then Bob was rolling over, looking at her. Cynthia 
dropped her hand from her breast, wishing she were on the moon-anywhere but 
here, with her husband and his young mistress nude on the floor, staring at 
her. She knew that she should be outraged, shocked, but the only feeling 
that shot through her was intense disappointment. It was as bad as her 
dream-working her up and then dropping her flat. 

The three stared at each other for a long moment, Diane in fear and shock, 
Bob with mixed emotion. He looked at his wife, realizing that he should have 
been more careful. He winced, seeing the look on her face begin to change 
from some unexplainable expression to anger, and wondered detachedly how 
long she had been standing there. He squinted, trying to read her face, not 
knowing what the hell to say in a situation like this! 

Finally, Cynthia spoke, her voice shaking. "Well. Forgive me for 
interrupting," she said coldly, thrusting down every thought but anger. 
Suddenly it occurred to her that Diane was only fourteen, if that, and she 
was even more furious. When she was fourteen, she hadn't even kissed a man, 
and here this little slut ... With a gasp of anger, Cynthia pushed down her 
jealousy and glared at the couple. "You little bitch. No wonder your father 
palmed you off on us. I'm ashamed to be your aunt! You should be locked up! 
And as for you, you child molester, I'm gonna have your ass!" 

Cynthia's voice broke as she stared at her husband, outrage overcoming her. 
"You filthy pig! You should be shot! I don't want to see either of you ever 
again ... take you; filth where it belongs! Into the gutter!" She stood 
there shaking, the realization that she had stood there and watched with 
enjoyment making her even more furious! 

Diane raised herself on her elbow, staring at her aunt. "But Aunt Cynthia," 
she said sweetly. "Why didn't you stop us before? I saw you, standing there 
... feeling your tit! Yes, that's right!" She turned to Bob. "She was 
watching us, feeling herself up! I fucking saw her. So she doesn't have to 
come off all righteous now!" She glared at Cynthia, her shock turning into 
naked anger. "And I wouldn't blame your husband at all ... with a wife like 
you, it's a wonder he hasn't done this before!" She grinned viciously at the 
older woman, enjoying her confusion, wanting to hurt her, to break down the 
wall around her. "You've got some nerve, cussing us out when you'd probably 
like to do it yourself! If you had the nerve!" 

Bob looked back and forth between the two women, his head whirling. He 
hadn't noticed Cynthia come in, but he couldn't believe that she had been 
doing what Diane was saying. Still, she wasn't protesting anymore! Slowly, 
he stood up. 

"Is Diane right, Cynthia?" 

"She's lying! She's a filthy, lying little slut! I'm going to have you both 
in jail," Cynthia yelled, shaken from her trance. She backed away from her 
husband's advancing form. 

Bob surveyed her dispassionately. She was a lovely woman, and he could just 
see her telling the judge about him. He swore-she was right. He'd be jail 
for twenty years, and Diane'd be sent away to a foster home. There was only 
one thing he could think of to do, and he certainly hoped Diane had been 
right about what she'd seen. Reaching out, he grasped his wife's arm. 

"Let GO!" Cynthia spat at her husband. She was trembling with rage, and she 
glared at the naked man angrily, her eyes fairly shooting sparks. "Take your 
filthy paws off of me!" 

"Oh, NO! Not this time," muttered Bob, pinching Cynthia's arm cruelly. "Come 
here, Diane." He held his wife firmly with one hand and motioned to Diane 
with the other. Diane walked over, bearing her naked body proudly, and 
looked at the older woman. 

"I love your husband to suck my pussy, aunt Cynthia," the girl said 
tauntingly. "And you like watching, didn't you?" She stretched slowly and 
put her hand on Bob's ass, caressing him slowly, watching Cynthia's eyes 
widen. 

"Yeah, she-likes watching," Bob said slowly. His wife had stopped struggling 
in his grasp and was standing there passively, only her eyes showing her 
feelings. Bob shifted his grip and propelled the woman across the room. "I 
didn't know that's what you wanted, honey," he said slowly, "or I'd have 
done this a long time ago." He surveyed the woman coolly, as if she were a 
stranger, noticing suddenly the way her eyes were riveted on Diane, 
comprehension slowly dawning in his mind. He shot a swift glance at the 
young girl-she was apparently enjoying herself, flaunting her newfound 
superiority over her aunt, but he didn't know if she'd go for what he had in 
mind or not. 

Suddenly, Cynthia seemed to come to. Pulling away, she began to struggle 
against her husband's grip, her hands forming into claws as she tried to 
gouge his eyes. Bob swore and grasped the struggling woman, holding her 
tightly, and dragged her across the room, kicking and protesting. 

"Let me GO! YOU PIG! BEAST!" Cynthia yelled. 

"Shut up," Bob snapped, flinging her to the floor and straddling her, 
pinioning her arms to the floor. He shook his head in disbelief. If anyone 
had told him he would seduce his niece and then have to subdue his 
hysterical wife this afternoon, he would have thought they were crazy! He 
looked down at the woman he had been married to for ten years-she seemed 
like a stranger, a scratching, biting stranger! He held her on the floor, 
looking at her carefully. Her hair had come undone and spilled over her 
shoulders in wild profusion, her face was flushed, her breasts heaved with 
rage. Bob grinned, feeling an undeniable spark of desire as he surveyed her 
mature form. 

"Sorry about this, old girl," he muttered. "But I think I must have been 
neglecting you lately. Well, we're going to make up for lost time now. 
Diane, come here and help me, honey." 

"What're ya going to do?" Diane asked with interest, kneeling beside the 
pair. "Boy, she's mad, isn't she! She looks like she'd like to kill both of 
us!" Diane laughed. 

"If you lay one finger on me, one finger," Cynthia said, her voice 
trembling, then choking off. 

"Strip her," Bob said matter-of-factly to Diane. 'I'll hold her." Diane 
glanced at him in amazement, then began to obey wordlessly, reaching out and 
unbuttoning her aunt's blouse and opening it over her breasts, then pulling 
down the woman's skirt until she lay on the floor in her bra and panties, 
glaring up at her tormentors. 

"I don't believe this," Cynthia moaned. "My own husband ... I must be going 
insane." She struggled weakly, then subsided, looking up wearily. "Well, 
what're you going to do to me, Bob? Beat me? Or fuck me? Nothing you can do 
will make any difference, you know. I hate you, and I'm going to see that 
you're put away where you won't cause any trouble-for good. You and your 
little slut." She stared coldly at the man, her earlier anger replaced by a 
cold fury that possessed her, making her long for revenge. She smiled, 
picturing the man above her behind bars, pleading with her, begging her.... 

"Oh no, baby. I'm not going to do a thing," Bob sneered, "you never have 
wanted me to, have you? And I'm a little fucked out right now, and I 
certainly wouldn't waste myself on you even if I could. Diane's going to 
take care of you, baby, just like you wanted ... I saw where you were 
looking, and it wasn't at me! Diane, take off her bra ... it's up to you. I 
want you to make my dear wife forget our little misunderstanding." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"ME?" Diane squeaked. "What ... what do you mean?" She had been watching the 
exchange with interest, actually looking forward to watching Bob 
disciplining his wife, strangely excited by the though of watching them 
screw, but this.... 

"God, is she queer, too?" Cynthia said disparagingly, trying to hide the 
sudden leap of excitement inside her. She thrust it down firmly, knowing 
that to admit its existence would make her as depraved as they were. 

"Hey wait a minute," Diane protested. "I don't want to do anything to her. I 
don't even know WHAT to do to her! What do you think I am?" She stared 
indignantly at Bob and sat up, her tits bouncing. She had heard about girls 
who did things like that, and she sure wasn't going to be one! "I like men, 
uncle Bob. Chicks who do things like that. ... well, they're weird!" 

"Don't worry about it, honey," Bob said patiently. "It's okay as long as you 
don't just stick to women. I mean, as long as you like guys, too. And I'd 
kind of like to watch...." He smiled reassuringly at the girl, his cock 
swelling as he pictured her going down on his wife. 

"God, you're sick," Cynthia whispered, looking from one to the other with 
shocked eyes. 

"No he isn't. He's just-great," Diane said staunchly. "I think you're mean, 
Aunt Cynthia. I always have thought so." 

Bob smiled at his niece's naive assessment of the situation. "Go ahead, 
honey." 

"Well, if you think it'll help," Diane said doubtfully. "But I don't even 
know what to do." 

"Just start out by rubbing her tits a little," Bob instructed. "Shit, she 
wants you to! Look at her nipples-they're hard as rocks! And then play with 
her pussy, like I did with yours, and make her climax." 

Diane crouched down beside her aunt, surveying the older woman's breasts in 
amazement. It was true-the woman's nipples were poking straight up. Diane 
giggled, reaching out and brushing her fingers over her aunt's breasts. 
"Wow, she really is gettin turned on," Diane marveled. "She must be one of 
those whatchamacallits who don't like men. Her tits are real firm, too, for 
an old lady." 

"You little b-bitch!" Cynthia stuttered; "I don't know what he's done to 
you, how he's hypnotized you, but you're worse than he is! I'm going to call 
your father and tell him what's going on around here!" 

Bob laughed. "Yeah, you do that, Cynthia. Call your precious brother and 
tell him all about his darling daughter. But while you're at it, you better 
turn him in, too. He's the one who started all this. Go ahead, Diane, shut 
her up. I've heard enough of this crap. Sit on her fucking face and make her 
eat your pussy. Well be all day this way." 

Diane grinned suddenly. That was more like it! "But you didn't have to tell 
her about Dad," she complained, swinging her legs over Cynthia's face 
suddently. "And I bet she wont do it. She won't lick my pussy." 

"Oh yes she will, because if she doesn't I'll make her wish she had," Bob 
threatened vaguely. He watched Diane settle over his wife's face, his breath 
quickening. "Now bend down and do her, too," he whispered. "Get her going, 
Diane. It's the only way." 

But Diane was no longer listening. She could feel the woman's hot breath on 
her pussy, and her stomach muscles tightened involuntarily. Somehow this 
didn't seem like such a bad idea after all, she decided, bending forward and 
running her hands through the woman's black pubic hair. In fact, it was kind 
of interesting. Diane parted the woman's legs, peering interestedly at her 
cunt. She had never even looked closely at her own before, and she was 
surprised at the complicated convolutions of the organ. Wonderingly, she 
traced the puffy red lips with her finger and dipped it inside. 

"She's wet," Diane remarked, surprised. "You were right, Uncle Bob. She's 
digging it." She thrust her finger up inside the woman's snatch suddenly, 
feeling the spongy flesh give under her hand, and wriggled, feeling an 
answering surge deep inside her. 

Cynthia had felt the girl climb on top of her in a daze, and she could 
hardly believe it when the girl's pussy settled firmly over her face. She' 
could scarcely breathe, her nostrils filled with the overpowering odor of 
cunt, and she groaned in humiliation, realizing that here was her dream come 
true. But her dreams had never gone this far-they had always stopped before 
this point was reached. Cynthia opened her mouth to protest, and found it 
full of warm wet flesh, flesh that quivered on her mouth, and dripped on her 
tongue. 

Diane opened Cynthia's cunt carefully with her fingers. She could feel the 
older woman's mouth on her pussy, and suddenly she felt the tentative touch 
of a tongue on her sensitive flesh. "Ooo, that feels good," she announced. 
"She's doing it, Uncle Bob! Your wife's eating my cunt! She's sticking her 
tongue in my pussy!" The girl grinned broadly at her uncle, and lowered her 
own head to Cynthia's crotch. "I'm gonna suck her dry, suck up her pussy 
juice!" 

"Yeah! That's the way," Bob said, slowly releasing his grip on his wife. 
Diane seemed to have matters well in hand now, and he sat back, relaxing, 
taking his prick between thumb and forefinger and rubbing it gently. "Do it, 
baby. Eat her cunt. Clean out her kitchen and make her beg for more!" He 
watched with growing lust, marveling at this unknown desire in his wife, 
wishing to God he'd known about this years before, thinking of all the time 
he had wasted. He had never seen two women making love before, only heard 
about it, and he found it wildly stimulating to watch. So exciting, in fact, 
that his cock was erecting again ... for the third time in as many hours. 
Bob settled back, grinning, thinking that he had found his own private 
fountain of youth. 

Cynthia stuck her tongue hesitantly into the girl's pussy. She knew that 
what she was doing was wrong, contrary to every belief she held, but she 
couldn't help herself, not with the girl's twat smashed into her face! I may 
as well do it, the woman told herself. There's no other choice ... and 
besides. ... Cynthia tasted the girl's fluids, salty against her tongue, and 
was lost. Still unwilling to admit to herself how mush she wanted this to 
happen, she rolled her tongue around inside, marveling at the spongy texture 
of the girl's cunt flesh, feeling the subtle contractions of her vagina 
relaying to her tongue. With a start, she realized that Diane was enjoying 
this fully as much as she was, and, with a sudden surge of pride, plunged 
her tongue deep inside, determined to make the girl climax! 

"OH, YEAH! Suck her pussy, Cynthia baby! Suck the little bitch until she 
cums in your face," Bob muttered, watching his wife. He could see her open 
mouth glued to Diane's honey pot, and the thought that his wife was eating 
out the same cunt he himself had fucked and sucked added to his excitement! 
He began stroking his cock with long slow strokes, feeling it harden in his 
fingers. 

Diane wiggled her hips encouragingly as she felt her aunt's tongue begin to 
explore her brimming vagina and returned to her eager munching at the 
woman's hole. Cynthia was flowing freely now, her mature twat exuding a 
stream of thick fluid that Diane lapped up without hesitation, swallowing 
greedily. She ran her finger up into the woman's twat, at the same time 
moving her lips to the swelling nub of her clitoris and drawing it between 
her teeth. She was amply rewarded by a fresh welling of moisture from 
Cynthia's cunt, wetting her fingers and dripping over her chin. She replaced 
finger with tongue quickly and drank in the moisture avidly. 

Cynthia shuddered as the girl's lips clamped onto her clit, feeling her 
final resistance melt and disappear into a puddle of lust! She searched the 
girl's twat quickly, locating her fledgling clit, and returned the favor, 
sucking it into her mouth and thrumming it eagerly with her tongue! Diane 
began to hunch against her face, grinding her cunt into her mouth, and 
Cynthia sucked eagerly, anxious for the girl to cum, to fill her mouth with 
pussy cum! She swallowed hungrily, feeling the young girl's lubrication 
slide down her throat, and slurped for more, running her tongue up into the 
girl's twat as far as it would go, cleaning her out as fast as she could! 

"Yeah, yeah, EAT her. Suck her dry!" Bob encouraged. "God, look at her go! 
You should see her eat your cunt, Diane, she's really getting into it!" He 
watched with amazement as his wife reached up and grasped her niece's hips, 
pulling her hard against her face, her mouth working frantically as she 
drank the girl's welling juices! Bob's cock was rock hard now, throbbing 
furiously between his fingers, and he groaned in excitement, watching the 
muscles in his wife's throat work as she gulped at Diane's pussy! 

Diane shuddered and stiffened, the first waves of orgasm rippling through 
her. She knew her moisture was drenching Cynthia's face, flooding into her 
mouth, and she redoubled her own efforts, eager for a similar flood of cum! 
Her hips churned and ground automatically, forcing her cunt again and again 
into Cynthia's face, and her insides quivered with the force of her climax! 
She sucked desperately at the woman's twat, urging her to let loose, to come 
along with her! She could feel it trembling against her tongue, the flesh 
quivering and shaking like Jello, but the final rush of fluid continued to 
elude her. Suddenly, she reached around under the older woman's ass, lifting 
her up, her fingers searching for heir ass-hole, remembering the effect her 
finger had had on Bob! With a groan, she found it and plunged her digit in 
all the way, digging into the woman's buttery soft ass, and Cynthia 
convulsed, her legs wrapping hard around Diane's head, forcing her mouth 
down onto the seaming flood of her orgasm! With a grunt deep in her throat, 
Diane tasted Cynthia's cum and convulsed again, agonizing spasms of lust 
coursing through her again and again. 

Bob groaned as he watched the two women, his hand stroking his erect cock, 
smearing the pre-come lubrication over the shaft, his hand fairly flying up 
and down the slippery shaft. He had watched in mounting excitement as 
Diane's lithe young hips began to move like well oiled pistons, smashing her 
dripping pussy again and again into his wife's face, grinding into the older 
woman's open mouth! And Cynthia was literally eating it up, her mouth making 
slurping sounds as she drank the effluvia from her niece's cunt! Cynthia's 
own legs were wrapped tightly around Diane's blonde head, as she fucked 
upwards into the girl's face, and, as Bob watched, both women began to 
climax, Cynthia's strong legs thrashing wildly as she dragged Diane's head 
deeper into her twat, Diane's body rippling and bucking as climax overcame 
her! 

The smell of their mingled orgasms and their muffled groans of lust rose in 
the air, and Bob shook his head, still unbelieving, but wildly willing to 
believe! Telling himself it was now or never, he squatted beside them on the 
floor, roughly pushing Diane's face away from his wife's twat, positioning 
himself between the woman's legs himself. Bob looked down at his wife's cunt 
as if he had never seen it before, his eyes drinking in the exciting sight 
of red gaping maw, droplets of creamy cum oozing from between the puffy 
lips. As he watched in fascination, the glistening red hole seemed to pucker 
and move. 

Diane rolled off, looking up dazedly, eyes widening as she saw Bob poised at 
the entrance to his wife's cunt. Her lips broke into a smile as she saw that 
he was about to fuck the woman, and she moved aside, eager to watch. 

Cynthia gasped for breath as Diane's body left her mouth, her lips opening 
and closing spasmodically. She could still taste the girl's cum on her lips, 
and she licked them avidly, her mind still far away in a trance of lust. The 
she felt her legs being roughly parted, and a hard hand searching between 
her thighs, opening her still dripping cunt and thrusting inside. She moaned 
and opened her eyes, looking her husband straight in the eyes, then blushed 
vividly, suddenly immensely embarrassed. 

"Oh, Bob. I'm so ashamed," Cynthia whispered, unable to meet her husband's 
gaze. "I don't know what you must think of me!" . 

Bob grinned, settling between his wife's thighs. "I think I want to fuck 
you, my dear," he laughed. "You've got the best-looking cunt I've seen in 
years, and I want to stick my cock in it!" He slid forward, his cockhead 
pressing against his wife's canal and realized that he was telling the 
absolute truth! He was turned on, turned on wildly by the same twat he had 
been indifferently filling up for the last ten years! He had thought when he 
commanded Diane to eat his wife's cunt that maybe he'd give the old girl a 
last screw out of pity, or for old time's sake, but he felt far different 
now! He couldn't wait to get it in, to pound into the woman's wide open 
twat. 

"Go on," Diane urged suddenly. "Wow, this is wild! I'm getting horny again 
just watching! Stick her, uncle Bob! Fill up her cunt! She's begging for 
it!" Diane sat beside them, her own legs wide spread, her fingers nervously 
stroking her own cunt. 

Cynthia head the girl's voice, feeling a last dim pull of revulsion for the 
whole scene. She had never heard of anything as depraved as this-lying 
spread-eagled on the floor, with her own husband about to fuck her, while 
his young mistress looked on. ... The same young mistress she herself had 
just sucked off! Cynthia moaned faintly, twisting away, years of social 
teaching bursting into her brain, telling her she was damned for doing this! 
But she couldn't stop, not now, not with her body aching for the big stick 
between her legs. She smiled, accepting. 

"Yes, darling, stick it in me! Stick that big cock in me and ram it home! 
Just like you did with ... her! I'll give you a ride! DO IT!" She smiled 
full into Bob's face, wriggling her hips lewdly and raising her body to his. 

Bob didn't hesitate any longer! With a grunt, he slid his hard cock into his 
wife's greasy canal, sliding easily into the well greased maw! Cynthia 
instantly clamped down on him-her cunt wasn't as tight as Diane's anymore, 
but her muscles were firm and tight, and Bob groaned as he felt her sheath 
enclose him! 

"God! Fuck me, baby! What a cunt! I can feel it gripping my cock all the way 
down to my balls!" Bob groaned, ripping into his wife's twat. This was a far 
cry from the dry run he usually experienced with her, and he looked down in 
shock, hardly believing it was the same woman! "Damn, she really turned you 
on, didn't she, old girl? You're wet as hell!" 

But Cynthia didn't even hear-she was totally lost in a dream of lust, her 
body responding to her husband's strokes as never before, her hips twisting 
and bucking under his! A low moan escaped her lips, and she reached out 
wildly, her hand clutching at the man's back, lifting her body to his, 
pulling his head down to hers and meeting his lips in a wet kiss! Bob sucked 
greedily at his wife's mouth, tasting Diane's cum on her lips, and suddenly 
broke free, whispering hoarsely to Diane. 

"Sit on her face again! Make her suck you out again! God! I can taste your 
cum on her mouth, honey! Hurry up, sit on her fucking face!" He pulled back, 
never missing a stroke, and Diane, nothing loath, scrambled hastily on top 
of Cynthia's face again, mashing her twat against the woman's mouth. 

Cynthia moaned, sticking her tongue eagerly into the wet cunt again, 
swirling it around inside, licking, sucking, drinking at the girl's 
blonde-fringed twat! Diane grunted with excitement, squirming onto the 
woman's face. She could see Bob pounding energetically away between 
Cynthia's legs, his heavily muscled hips driving in and out, his dick 
cleaving into the woman's black bush, making a squishing noise as it sliced 
into the dripping flesh! Diane moaned in ecstasy, grasping her tits in wild 
excitement as she rode her aunt's tongue. 

"She's doing it! She's eating my pussy again! WOW! Her tongue's way up 
inside! Her tongue's driving me wild!" Diane cried. 

"Good girl," Bob said hoarsely, continuing to screw his wife in rapidly 
speeding strokes. He tensed-he knew it wouldn't be long before he came, not 
at this rate! He tried to slow down, but Cynthia's strong thighs held him 
tight, her mature hips bucking and churning, forcing him to match her pace! 
He grunted like an animal, insanely excited by the feel of his own wife's 
cunt, and his head spun crazily as he watched his niece grind her cunt into 
the older woman's face! He had never imagined anything so exciting, even in 
his wildest dreams, and this was no dream! This was reality, the only 
reality, the only important thing in the world the driving need in his gut, 
the need to explode, to shoot his wad into the trembling depths of the cunt 
under him! 

"OOOOHHH! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! OOOHHH! SUCK MY PUSSY! AUNT CYNTHIA! 
SUUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEEE! SUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! EAT MY CUM!" Diane yelled, 
screwing into her aunt's face as she burst into orgasm, her hips grinding 
out her climax in a furious series of bucks! She exploded into wild orgasm, 
her entire body spasming and twitching, her head snapping back and forth, 
blonde hair flying, as her back arched with the fury of her cum! "I'M 
CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH! EAT ME! EAT MY CUM!" Diane grasped her tits hard, her 
fingers digging into her own flesh, leaving red marks on her skin as she 
came, again and again, wave after wave of orgasm ripping through her slender 
frame! 

Cynthia was cumming, too, her pussy convulsing under her husband's cock, 
grabbing frantically at the fast moving shaft! Bob felt the first wave of 
her orgasm ripple through her body, as her pussy clamped onto his dick like 
an iron glove! He shouted in triumph, his hips bucking forward rapidly, in a 
series of short hard bursts, screwing fast and furious as his own orgasm 
threatened to overwhelm him. And then he let himself go, powerless to hold 
back any longer, his seed spurting wildly from the tip of his cock, 
splashing into his wife's womb. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! MY COCK'S ABOUT TO 
EXPLODE! AAAGGGH! HERE IT COMES! FEEL IT! FEEL MY CUM, BABY! IN YOUR HOT 
CUNT! HOT FUCKING SEED, IN YOUR CUNT!" Bob screamed, his voice rising in a 
hoarse yell of triumph as he spurted out his semen, the force of his climax 
almost knocking him backwards. 

As Cynthia felt the hot wash of her husband's seed hit her spasming insides, 
she convulsed again, her breast flopping from side to side as she spasmed, 
ripples of orgasm engulfing her entire body! She chewed avidly at Diane's 
cunt, her mouth full of the young girl's pussy cum, swallowing the delicious 
fluids for all she was worth, drinking deep from the brimming fountain! 

Diane felt her own body snap out a series of orgasms, each one wrenching her 
insides with spasms, until she slumped forward exhausted, her chest heaving 
with exertion. Sighing, her fingers still gently massaging her breasts, she 
rolled off the woman's face and collapsed on the floor, staring up dreamily. 

"Wow, it gets better every time," she said happily. "Oh, Aunt Cynthia, 
you're the best pussy lapper in town. You really are fantastic!" She bent 
over and placed a noisy kiss on her aunt's mouth, tasting her own cum on the 
woman's lips. 

Cynthia looked up dazedly. Her husband was just pulling out of her brimming 
twat, his cock slimy with secretions, and her niece was kissing her greedily 
on the mouth. With a sigh, Cynthia disengaged herself gently. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Well," Cynthia said, feeling a glow of pleasure at the strange compliment. 
"Now that it's been established that I'm as bad as the rest of you, what 
now?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Bob said. "But there sure are a lot of possibilities. I 
could fuck Diane, while she...." 

"I didn't mean that," Cynthia said crossly. She surveyed her husband as he 
sat beside her, one hand resting easily on her thigh, the other already 
reaching for Diane. "God, don't you ever have enough? What on earth's 
happened to you? You certainly never acted like this before!" 

Bob laughed. "You complaining?" he asked softly. "You didn't complain a 
minute ago." 

Cynthia grimaced. "I've already admitted my guilt," she said haughtily. "But 
what people don't seem to realize ... Oh, Lord! What are we going to tell 
Diane's father?" 

"like I told you, tell him anything you want," Bob said. "What do you think, 
Di? Would he mind?" 

"Gee, I dunno," Diane said thoughtfully. "I mean, he's pretty freaked out 
about it all anyhow. I dunno how he'd take all this." 

Cynthia looked at the girl in disbelief, her eyes softening as she surveyed 
the lovely young body. "Do you mean to tell me, that Steve knows? I don't 
believe it! Not Steve!" She frowned, vaguely remembering Bob telling her 
something in the heat of passion, and trying to put it together with Steve's 
voice as he had called the other night. 

"Go ahead, Diane honey. Tell her. And while you're at it, why don't you tell 
the whole story-I never did get to hear it." Bob settled back, propping his 
back against the couch, and looked at his two women happily. 

"Well," Diane began. "It was like this. I was out with a boyfriend of mine, 
and he convinced me to let him come in the house while Dad was out." She 
blushed faintly. "You know how it is. And Dad's always been real strict, 
'specially since Mom died. Anyway, me and this dude, his name's Bob, too, we 
were well, getting it on, on the couch. I mean, it was like the first time 
I'd ever done anything. Boy, I sure have missed a lot." 

"Haven't we all," Bob murmured, stroking Diane's silky thigh. "Go on." 

"Yeah. Well, I was-uh, sucking his cock, and he came in my mouth, and then I 
guess he was gonna screw me, but Dad walked in. Wow, was I shook!" Diane 
giggled faintly, remembering. "And Dad grabbed him and threw him out, and 
then laid into me ... he whipped my ass, I can tell you! I'm still a little 
sore back there! Anyhow, somehow he ended up fucking me, and I was cumming 
all over the place, and it was really beautiful! I just loved it! And I 
thought he did, too, at least he acted like it, but the next day he just 
ignored me. Anyhow, it pissed me off, and I went out and got the pill, and 
then he came home and I seduced him. And he seemed to really dig it again, 
but I fell asleep and when I woke up, you people were there. That's it, I 
guess." 

"Goodness," Cynthia murmured. "Steve. I never would have believed it." She 
looked at the girl thoughtfully. "But how did you and Bob...." 

"Yeah, I've kinda been wondering myself," Bob put in. He was getting faintly 
excited again, listening to the girl's story, and he looked at his groin in 
amazement. 

Diane blushed, shooting a glance at her aunt. "Wow, this is kind of 
embarrassing, telling about it and all. I mean, it just sorta happened, if 
you know what I mean. Nobody would tell me where Dad was, and I, well, I 
wanted to join him, understand? I mean, I really dug what he did to me, and 
I didn't really see much hope of getting it from anybody else." She looked 
at Bob and snuggled to him suddenly. "And after Dad, I just didn't want to 
get it on with kids anymore. I wanted him back, and I know he really wants 
me. I mean, I got the pill, so I can't get pregnant, and I really don't know 
what's wrong...." 

"Don't worry about it," Cynthia said quickly, seeing the girl was about to 
burst into tears. She shot a glance at Bob, who was stroking the girl's 
thigh absently, and sighed. "Go on, honey. Tell me about you and my dear 
husband." She grinned faintly, suddenly thinking about how Bob had been 
staring at the girl all week. She sure hadn't thought it would lead to this! 

"Well, I figured that I'd worm the info out of him-where Dad was and all. 
like I'd seen him watching me all week, and I thought if I Mnda led him on a 
little he'd blow his cool and tell me," Diane said miserably, realizing how 
awful it sounded. "But, well, I was the one who blew my cool. We just ended 
up fucking, and then we ate each other out and then you came in. Gosh, Aunt 
Cynthia, I'm sorry. I mean I'm not sorry really, but I am ... oh, I don't 
know WHAT I mean! Everything's all messed up. I didn't think anything like 
this would happen!" Diane looked so young and innocent sitting there, her 
blue eyes guiltless, looking for all the world like the most innocent high 
school girl in town. But she was stark naked, her firm tits bare, and she 
was snuggling up next to a nude man, her hand resting near his cock, and she 
had just sucked the older woman who was watching her to orgasm. Not once, 
but two times. As Cynthia watched in fascination, the girl's hand crept over 
to Bob's cock, stroking it softly. Bob looked up, his eyes bright. 

"Some story, huh? If I hadn't just cum three times, I'd jump her!" He 
laughed, removing the girl's hand gently. "Later, baby. Why don't we get 
some chow and decide what we're gonna do about that shy father of yours. I'm 
sure we'll think of something." 

It was later that evening. The three had thrashed over the problem of 
Diane's father, and been unable to come to any conclusion. The main problem 
was, of course, that the man was no longer in town, and he had just told Bob 
and Cynthia that he had gone to LA on business. 

"Well, we could call up his boss," Bob said doubtfully. "But I don't want to 
get Steve in trouble. Poor guy, he's got enough problems already." 

"Yes," Cynthia agreed, frowning. "And he probably didn't tell Mr. Johnson 
anything either. I guess we'll just have to wait him out-he won't stay away 
forever." She patted Diane's consolingly on the arm and the girl grinned up 
at her. 

"Doesn't matter to me," Diane said. "I've got you two now. And dad'll show 
up ... at least, I guess he will. Hey, you don't think he'd do anything 
silly, like kill himself do you? He was really awfully uptight." 

"No, I don't think so," Cynthia said slowly. "I mean, Steve always has been 
very strict morally-why, he used to yell at me when we were kids if I stayed 
out too late on a date. Just like he was my Dad or something! And I guess 
the thought of incest ... well, I suppose it really blew his mind. I still 
can't believe he did it-was he drunk or something?" 

"Yeah, drunk as a skunk," Diane said cheerfully. "Well, I'm not going to 
worry about it." He'll be okay." She stood up, beaming down at her aunt and 
uncle. "How about it?" 

Bob looked at the girl, wondering at the resiliency of youth. Only a while 
ago, she had been agonizing over her father's disappearance, and now she was 
apparently ready to forget all about him. He frowned-apparently incest 
didn't bother Diane one little bit. And it was beginning not to bother him, 
either. He hadn't thought about it in connection with himself, but 
technically, Diane was his relation, if not by blood. He looked at her-she 
smiled back at him, oblivious of his thoughts, and he pulled himself up. 

"Why don't we all go for a swim?" Bob suggested. "It's a nice night, and the 
pool'll be good and warm. I feel like a swim, myself. How about you ladies?" 

The three trooped out to poolside. Bob glanced at the women and began 
stripping, pulling off his trousers nonchalantly. Diane squealed happily, 
following his example. 

"Skinny dipping!" Diane cried. "Wow, far out!" She ripped off her jeans and 
top and posed before them a minute, her body outlines clearly in the dim 
light, then dived into the pool. "Wow, this is great! Come on in!" 

Cynthia looked at her husband slowly, her hand going to her throat. Somehow, 
this casual stripping seemed to put the seal on what had gone before, and 
she hesitated. The wild sex session had been carried out in the heat of 
passion, without coherent thought on her part, but she was in complete 
control of her senses now. 

"Come on, old girl," Bob said gently, mistaking her hesitation. "You've 
still got the nicest tits in town." He reached out and began unbuttoning her 
blouse, baring her to the moonlight, gently unsnapping her bra, flicking the 
tips of her breasts lightly. 

"Oh ... all right," Cynthia said gasping. "I guess this is the way things 
are going to be from now on." She stepped out of her skirt quickly, rolling 
her panties down her thighs, and stood there proudly, exhibiting her nude 
body to her husband without fear. 

"COME ON IN!" Diane yelled, splashing noisily. "Oooo, I can feel the water 
going into my pussy!" She swam briskly to the side of the pool, reaching up 
and grabbing the two adults legs, pulling them in with her. 

"HEY! WAIT UP!" Bob cried, hitting the water with a splash! "You little 
cunt! I'm gonna get your ass!" He reached for Diane, but she slipped from 
his grasp. 

"Can't catch me!" Diane taunted, her bare arms flashing as she swam across 
the pool. 

"Let's get her," Cynthia said suddenly. "Let's get the little slut and put 
it to her!" She exchanged a glance with Bob, who was amazed at the sudden 
viciousness in her tone, and swam after the girl. 

"Okay," Bob shrugged. He swam off, over to where his wife had penned Diane 
against the side of the pool. Diane was struggling wildly, but the older 
woman held her tight, ignoring her squeals and cries of laughter which were 
fast changing to tears. 

"Hey, don't ... don't duck me again," Diane spluttered. "I'll do anything 
you want! Why do this ... hey! STOP IT! You're hurting me!" She splashed 
wildly, trying to free herself, as Cynthia pinched her flesh cruelly between 
her fingers. 

"I'll fix you, you little slut, see how you like it this way," Cynthia 
muttered. "You think you're something else, don't you, seducing your father 
and your uncle and your aunt. Well, it's time to pay up!" She ducked the 
girl, holding her under, and Bob swam over hastily. 

"Let her up, Cynthia. Jesus, she's just a kid." He pulled the girl out of 
the water, shaking her anxiously. 

"Some kid," Cynthia sniffed. "Go on, Bob darling! This is what you've always 
wanted, isn't it? A young girl like her, who ll let you do anything you want 
to her ... why don't you really use her, Bob? Put it anywhere you want-shell 
let you! And if she won't, I'll hold her for you. Go on, man. Can't you see 
she wants it? Anyway she can get it?" Cynthia spat in sudden anger, furious 
at the tender way the man was holding the young girl. Suddenly, she wanted 
to see the girl hurt as she had been, humiliated! "Go on, darling! Put it in 
her little ass-hole! You've always wanted to do that, haven't you? Well, 
here's your fucking chance...." 

Bob stared at his wife, comprehension dawning. Diane's limp body stirred 
against his, and he felt his cock hardening at the thought of plowing into 
her unresisting body, taking his pleasure from the girl's tender form, 
filling her rear with his sperm, while his wife looked on, gloating. He'd 
always wanted to corn-hole his wife, but she'd never let him, and he'd put 
it out of his mind, until now! Slowly, he smiled, turning the girl around, 
pressing her up against his wife. 

"Yeah, I think I will," he said slowly, rubbing his cock against the girl's 
bare ass. His prick swelled violently, probing at the girl's buttocks, and 
Bob grunted. The water swirled around them, chest deep, and he planted his 
feet firmly on the floor of the pool, grasping the girl's limp body around 
the waist. "Hold her, baby. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck her ass. Just 
hold her still while I go in ... and if she struggles, duck her." 

Bob pressed against the girl's rear, his cock throbbing. He slid his hands 
down from her waist, pulling her buttocks apart roughly, exposing the crack 
of her ass! His breath came in ragged gasps as he ran his finger up and 
down, searching for the puckered hole, and thrusting his finger in, up to 
the hilt. Diane's eyelids fluttered, and she moved feebly. 

"Wha ... what's happening?" she murmured, feeling the finger probing into 
her rear passage. It felt good, and she wriggled her buttocks invitingly, 
wrapping her arms around the woman in front of her. Cynthia held her 
tightly, a cruel grin on her face, her fingers twining in the girl's wet 
hair. 

"Go ahead, darling," Cynthia said. "She's going to really like this, aren't 
you, Diane?" 

"Do you like it? My finger in your ass?" Bob said softly, stabbing into the 
girl's yielding flesh. "Well, I've got something you'll like even better!" 
He ripped out his finger suddenly, replacing it with the head of his prick, 
pressing hard against the tiny hole. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, baby," he 
breathed, pulling her ass-cheeks apart to their fullest extent and settling 
himself firmly. "Hold her, Cynthia, I'm going in!" 

"NNNOOO! YOU'LL HURT MEEE!" Diane wailed, picturing the man's massive cock 
ripping into her ass! She pulled away, tensing, but Cynthia held her firm, 
pressing her head near the water. 

"Go on," Cynthia urged in a hoarse voice. "I've got her! Fuck her ass, Bob! 
Fuck the little bitch and make her scream! I want to hear her beg!" She 
grasped Diane's hair viciously at the roots. 

Bob smiled grimly and pressed forward, his cock going in about an inch and 
then stopping. The pool water swirled around them, making it hard to keep 
his footing, and he moved forward cautiously. He could see through the clear 
water, see Diane's straining buttocks, see his cock just at the entrance, 
ready to plunge, and the sight turned him on immensely. With a wild grunt, 
he lunged forward, leaning his full weight on his prick, pushing forward 
inexorably, into the soft, buttery flesh of her ass! 

"NNNOOO! NO! NO! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING ME! IT HURTS!" Diane moaned. She was 
in a nightmare of fear and pain, her body pinioned between her uncle's cock 
and aunt's hands. She could feel his dick slicing into her brutally, inch by 
torturous inch, and pain suffused her, lancing through her violated ass-hole 
and spreading through her body! She knew she couldn't stand much more, but 
she was powerless to stop him! She had never dreamed of anguish like this, 
never imagined anything could possibly hurt this much! His cock felt like a 
red hot sword, slashing through her vitals, tearing her apart, ripping her 
flesh! 

"It's going in!" Bob whispered. He was trembling, trying to hold back, to 
keep himself from just smashing full length into his daughter's ass! The 
pressure on his dick was incredible-her ass hole was a thousand times 
tighter than her cunt, and hot, so hot he felt like his prick was burning 
off!. The contrast between the pool water sloshing around his balls and the 
red hot interior of the girl's ass was too much, and Bob felt like he was 
going to cum right then, before he was halfway in! 

"Go on! DO IT!" Cynthia said suddenly, feeling Bob stop. She grasped the 
girl around the waist and suddenly rammed her backwards, all the way onto 
Bob's cock, smashing her onto the pole with all the force she could muster! 

"NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHGGGGGG!" Diane's voice rose in a hysterical scream as she 
was forced onto her uncle's cock. Pain washed over her in sickening waves, 
and she swayed limply, about to pass out! The pain before had been nothing 
compared to this-this was the most appalling agony imaginable, magnified a 
hundred times. She collapsed in Cynthia's arms, her head hitting the water, 
her body going limp! It felt like he was ripping her in two, tearing into 
her bowels and slicing her guts apart. 

"OH, FUCK!" Bob cried, feeling the hot flesh engulf his cock. He screwed 
forward maniacally, no longer able to control himself, no longer caring. He 
plowed into her bowels like a madman, not even noticing that she was limp 
under his hands, his cock slashing into her butt unmercifully. He could see 
blood in the water, oozing from her torn rear and clouding in the pool, and 
the sight turned him on even more. 

As Diane's face hit the water, Cynthia pulled it up, shaking the girl 
anxiously. She hadn't wanted to kill her, after all, just scare her a 
little! Diane moaned faintly under the woman's touch, and Cynthia felt a 
surge of relief. She could see the blood in the water, clouding around them, 
and she held the girl tightly to her, suddenly as excited as her husband. 

"Fuck her, fuck her ass," Cynthia chanted, moving the girl back and forth on 
her husband's cock. She could see Bob's face over Diane's shoulder, his 
features contorted with lust, and she rammed the girl backwards viciously. 
"Move your ass, honey! Give him a good fuck!" 

"Yeah, move it! You know how!" Bob grunted, sliding one hand through the 
water around to the girl's cunt, sticking his finger up her, moving it in 
rhythm with his lustful strokes in her ass! His finger kept time with his 
cock, and Diane moaned again, a new note in her voice as the pain began to 
recede in her battered ass, replaced by the pleasure growing in her cunt. 

Diane could still feel the pain, but it was definitely growing fainter, a 
pleasant warmth spreading soothingly through her. She tightened her cunt 
around her uncle's finger, her hips beginning to move carefully, her ass 
pressing back against the man's cock! Unbelievably, it felt good! She moaned 
again, pressing down on the invading prick with her powerful muscles, 
drawing him deeper inside. 

"Goddamn! She's fucking me! She's fucking my cock with her ass!" Bob cried 
enthusiastically, ramming his fingers into her cunt, feeling the moisture 
well inside. "She's getting all wet! Oh, honey! SHAKE THAT ASS! FUCK ME!" 

"She's really getting into it!" Cynthia breathed, feeling a small twinge of 
disappointment, quickly diminished as Diane reached for her, grasping her 
breasts in both hands. "She's touching me ... oh yes, baby! Suck my tits!" 
Cynthia bent forward, cramming her nipple into the girl's open mouth, 
struggling to keep her balance as desire lanced through her. Diane wriggled 
in ecstasy, her mouth sucking at the older woman's breast, her ass-hole full 
of hot, hard cock. 

"OOOOOO! FUCK MY ASS! RAM IT TO ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!" Diane cried, 
lifting her head. "I love it! I love it! Do it harder! Do it to me!" 

"Oh God!" Bob groaned. "You really do love it, don'tcha! You'll do any 
fucking thing won'tcha! Oh, you fucking little slut! Move that ass! I'm 
fucking your ass and you love it! I'm gonna fill your ass, fill your ass 
with cream!" He could feel the overwhelming need for orgasm sweeping through 
him, obliterating any other thought, and his fingers gripped frantically at 
the girl's bucking ass as he pounded into her! She was really moving now, 
her ass bucking and churning, and Bob hung grimly on, burying himself deep 
in her ass, feeling her muscles clamp on his cock, driving him mad with the 
need to shoot. 

Diane tensed all over, her cunt gripping at the man's fingers, her entire 
body stiffening. She smashed back against him, feeling his cock fill her to 
the utmost, feeling his balls crush against her ass! She knew that he would 
cum soon, would fill her battered ass with his hot cum, and she convulsed 
violently, wild to feel his sperm! 

"OHHH! CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY ASS! FILL ME UP! I LOVE IT! DO IT!" Diane 
yelped, smashing backwards one last time, her body arching and twisting, 
flopping like a fish on a spear, impaled on the shaft of her uncle's cock! 
Waves of orgasm swept through her and she screamed again and again, unable 
to control herself. 

"AAAGGGH! HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR HOT FUCKING ASS! OOOHHH! GET 
READY! HERE IT COMES!" Bob cried, his balls lifting and exploding, sending a 
column of sperm gushing into the girl's ass hole, splattering semen against 
the tight dry walls of her ass, filling her bowels with cream! He slumped 
forward, cock still implanted inside her, spitting out the last bits of 
sperm, her ass squeezing almost painfully on him, milking him dry. 

"Ooooooo," Diane moaned on a descending scale, slumping forward against her 
aunt. "Oh, wow, that was ... fantastic!" Cynthia held her out of the water, 
and Diane smiled at her gratefully. 

Bob pulled out with a plop, his cock softening and sliding out of the girl's 
ass, followed by a rush of sperm mixed with blood. He ran his hands tenderly 
over the girl's rear end, bathing her with the water from the pool. 

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked solicitously, worried by the amount of 
blood. He looked at his own cock, floating limply in the water, and shook 
his head. He hadn't really wanted to hurt her. 

"Oh, yes ... I'm great, just fine," Diane murmured, staggering upright 
suddenly, embracing Cynthia to keep from falling. "A little sore ... but 
fine!" 

"Well, good," Cynthia laughed. '"Cause I've got some work for you, my girl. 
I've been watching you two get off, and my pussy's ready for action. "Come 
on." She held out her hand, leading the girl from the pool. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Are you sure?" Diane asked. 

"Sure I'm sure," Bob said triumphantly, beaming at the girl. "Saw him right 
downtown. Going into a bar, as a matter-of-fact." He grinned. "So your Dad's 
in town, honey." 

"Yeah," Diane said slowly. "Well, what do I do now? I mean, he's in town and 
he doesn't even want to see me. He's probably been here all along." She 
slumped, dejected. 

Cynthia and Bob exchanged a quick glance. "Aw, don't think that, honey," Bob 
consoled. "I mean, well ... " He stopped helplessly. "He'd hafta be crazy 
not to want you." 

"Right," Cynthia said briskly. "What you have to do, Diane, is to seduce him 
again. You did it once, do it again. Well help you find him." 

"It didn't work last time," Diane wailed. "Hell just freak out again. You 
don't know him, aunt Cynthia. Maybe I can seduce him, but even if I do, hell 
just leave again." 

"Not if Bob and I come in on you," Cynthia said softly. "He wouldn't do 
anything then, would he? And after we explain what's been going on, I bet 
hell be fine. At least it's worth a try, don't you think?" 

"Yeah, I guess," Diane said, brightening slightly. "Okay, you're on. Let me 
get dressed. Do you think hell be over at the house?" 

"I don't know," Bob said slowly. "He might be holed up somewhere. But we'll 
give it a try. Come on ladies, the big seduction scene is about to get 
underway. And don't tell me you can't do it, Di! 

Diane paused at the front door of her home. Cynthia and Bob had dropped her 
off after seeing the light upstairs. Diane took a deep breath and unlocked 
the door stepping into the house. It was musty, having been closed up for a 
week, and none of the lights were on downstairs, so Diane groped her way 
carefully to the stair case and mounted the stairs. Holding her breath, she 
walked down the upstairs hall to the open door of her father's bedroom. 

Steve Keaton lay on the bed, sound asleep. He was fully clothed, and an open 
suitcase lay on the floor. Apparently he had come home to pack a few things 
and fallen asleep. Diane looked at him for a moment, a tiny smile tugging at 
her lips and tiptoed to the bed, then began to undress, dropping her jeans 
and top on the floor and climbing up beside her father carefully. 

Steve moaned and moved in his sleep and Diane drew back, then relaxed as she 
realized he was still asleep. Breathing quietly, she pondered how to begin, 
her lovely face serious. Then, with a sigh, she knelt at her father's side, 
carefully reaching out and unzipping his trousers, groping inside for his 
penis. It was half hard, and she cradled it gently between her fingers, 
squeezing softly. Steve moaned again and twitched, and Diane held perfectly 
still until he had once again stopped moving. She didn't want him to wake 
up-not yet. Not until his cock was hard! 

Delicately, Diane leaned over her father's groin, taking his penis between 
her lips and licking it gently, sucking softly. Imperceptibly, it hardened 
between her lips, and she sucked a trifle harder, nibbling at the growing 
shaft with her lips, nipping gently with her teeth. She slid one hand 
between his legs and cupped his balls in her fingers, stirring them gently 
in their wrinkled sac, and stroked the sensitive region at the base of his 
cock, running her finger back and forth over the extended vein, as the man's 
cock grew bigger and harder in her mouth. Sliding down, Diane ran her tongue 
under the head of the cock, hitting all the sensitive nerves with the rasp 
of her tongue, flicking it in and out. Slowly, Steve's cock grew, swelling 
into full erection, and he moaned again, his lips moving in his sleep. 

"Oh, baby, baby ... oh, my little girl. You're so good ... so good . . , hot 
little pussy, hot little cunt," Steve muttered. Diane paused in her 
ministrations, listening closely, and smiled. "Oh, baby, that's the way. 
Suck your Daddy's cock, baby. Suck my cock and eat my cum, baby. I love it 
... ooohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... that a girl, suck! SUCK! EAT 
MEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee...." With a start, Steve's eyes popped open. He groaned. 
"What a dream," he muttered. Then he realized he still felt the same 
insistent tug at his loins, and his cock felt like it was still surrounded 
by the same warm, wet mouth as in his dreams. Steve squinted, looking down 
in the gloom, scarcely believing his eyes. There was a blonde head at his 
groin, and his cock was buried in a warm wet mouth.... 

"Diane!" Steve snapped. Slowly, the blonde head lifted and his daughter 
looked up at him, her pink lips glistening, her eyes wide and guiltless. 

"Yes, sir?" Diane asked sweetly. She paused a moment, while her father 
stared at her, letting him have plenty of time to take in her nude body, 
then lowered her head again, delicately tonguing his now erect cock. 

Steve grunted. It was extremely hard to think, with his daughter's mouth on 
his cock, and in his half wakened state. He wasn't actually sure that it 
wasn't still part of the dream he had been having. His hips jerked a little, 
uncontrollably, and a flash of excitement coursed along his veins, radiating 
from his cock. 

"No ... baby ... stop," Steve muttered. He reached down and pulled the girl 
up roughly. Diane came willingly, snuggling up next to him, molding her body 
against his, winding her arms around his neck. 

"Oh, Daddy, I've missed you so," Diane whispered, crushing her breasts 
against the man's chest, grinding her pelvis against his. Steve's cock 
throbbed hungrily against her belly, and Diane rubbed against it, her hips 
grinding provocatively. She felt the now familiar spurt of excitement in her 
womb, and she moaned eagerly, wrapping her legs around his, hunching her 
cunt against him. 

"Oh, BABY," Steve groaned. He was fast reacting, his body thrusting aside 
all mental reservations. He couldn't think at all now, not with the girl's 
warm body twisting in his arms, thrusting against his. 

"Daddy, daddy, do it to me," Diane murmured. "Stick your cock in my pussy, 
Daddy, and fuck me. I'm so hot, so hot and wet for you. I can't stand it ... 
I want you so bad...." 

Steve felt her legs wrap around his, her pelvis arch for his entrance. He 
was powerless to resist-the smell of her rose to his nostrils, and the feel 
of her under his hands excited him beyond endurance. His prick had a mind of 
its own, knowing no scruples, no desire beyond the urge to bury itself in 
the warm pussy invitingly pressed to it. With a start, Steve realized he had 
rolled the girl onto her back and was entering her, penetrating her vagina, 
his hands closing over her breasts as he sank between her legs! 

"OOOOOOooo," Diane squealed. "Fuck me, Daddy! I knew you would! Put it in 
me! Put your big cock in my pussy and fuck me!" She clamped down eagerly on 
his prick, as if afraid he would pull out, and began to grind up against 
him, her hips initiating the age old rhythm of sex. 

But Steve wasn't about to pull out! He caught his breath with a gasp and 
drove into the girl's willing cunt, his cock slicing into her flesh, sending 
the remembered thrill through him. He could feel her cunt grasping him in 
its tight sheath, and his head spun as heat washed over his dick. 

"OH GOD! FUCK ME, HONEY! Fuck my cock! Move that sweet ass and fuck your 
Daddy's cock! I can feel your pussy on my cock, squeezing me, milking me! 
OH, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve shouted, slamming forward into his daughter's 
twat. He loved the way her pussy grabbed at him, the way it felt hot and wet 
and soft and firm all at the same time! He had never felt a cunt like that, 
never before, never on anyone but his daughter, and he knew it would haunt 
him the rest of his life! He snorted as he plowed into her yielding cunt, 
his heart pounding raggedly in his chest. 

"Oh! OH! OH!, " Diane chanted, in time with the strokes of her father's 
cock. Her hips churned under his, rising and falling in perfect time with 
his strokes, pressing, her pussy to his prick. "Give it to me ... I can feel 
you in me, in my pussy! All the way, all the way inside me! Give it to me, 
Daddy! I love it! I love you fucking me!" 

Steve slammed into his daughter's cunt, his hips moving like well oiled 
pistons as he cleaved her wet flesh. His cock made a squishing noise as he 
drove into her lubricated flesh, and his balls sloshed in the puddle of 
pussy juice than ran from her cunt and down her thighs. The sound of the two 
sweating bodies smacking into each other filled the air, mixing with their 
groans and grunts to make a symphony of lust. 

"OOOHHH! MOVE THAT ASS! FUCK ME! 

SHAKE IT, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve cried, overcome with lust. Diane's hips were 
moving more and more rapidly, bouncing up and down, sending incredibly 
exciting sensations soaring through his prick! He slammed forward, faster, 
harder, ramming it in her dripping cunt, up to the root on each stroke, 
hearing her grunt each time he hit bottom! 

"Pleeeaaassse! Give it to me!" Diane moaned. "Stick me with your big cock! 
Screw me, fuck me, ream me out! Ram it home, Daddy! OH GOD! HARDER! DEEPER! 
GIVE IT TO MEEE! NOW! FUCK MEEEEE!" 

"I AM FUCKING YOU! I'M DEEP INSIDE YOU, BABY! YOU'RE BURNING ME UP! GOD! 
YOUR CUNT'S AS HOT AS FIRE! OHHH, BABY! FUCK ME!" Steve called out, his 
words coming in hoarse gasps. He could feel his sperm rising, rising in his 
loins, and he fought it down. He didn't want to cum yet! He wanted to make 
her cum, to feel her cunt grab his in orgasm, to see the girl flop on the 
bed in climax. 

"HARDER! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME!" Diane begged, twisting her hips 
frantically. She was hovering right on the brink of orgasm-just one more 
stroke, one more and she'd be cumming. With a shrill cry, the girl 
convulsed, her body shaking and tensing, then convulsing all over as her 
muscles spasmed into orgasm. 

"OOOHHH! OOOHHH! I'M CUMMING! DADDY! I'M CUMMING! OOOHHH FUCK ME! I LOVE 
IT!" 

Steve felt the girl's cunt convulse on his cock, squeezing it until it was 
almost painful, and he plunged forward, his hips beating out a rapid tattoo, 
slamming hard into the girl's groin, his sap rising in his cock, then 
bursting from the head of his prick, splattering into his daughter's vagina, 
sticking to the walls in hot gobs of cream. 

"YEAH! BABY! I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR CUNT! HOT CREAM! FILLING YOU UP! HOLD ON! 
HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMIIINNNGGG! AAAGGGHHH!" Steve cried in triumph, 
grasping Diane's ass firmly, holding her tight against him, feeling her 
pussy muscles milk his cock, drain his balls. "Oh ... baby ... I love it. I 
love fucking you ... you're the best ... the best," Steve muttered, slipping 
forward, collapsing onto Diane's body, his chest crushing her breasts. 

Diane slumped back, her body bathed in the delicious afterglow, her cunt 
still twitching weakly. She looked around vaguely, expecting to see Bob and 
Cynthia as they had promised, but there was only her father and herself. 
Panic spread through the girl. If her uncle and aunt didn't show, it would 
all be blown. She just knew her father-he would begin to moralize as soon as 
he caught his breath, and she'd never have another chance like this again. 
Diane closed her eyes, thinking rapidly, as her father moved on top of her, 
shifting his weight. 

"Ohhh, Daddy, I'm still horny," Diane said softly. "It's been soooo long ... 
do you think you could eat my pussy?" She slid out from under him and looked 
at the man appealingly. 

Steve frowned. With the return of his senses, reality flooded back. "Oh, 
baby, why'd you do this to me?" Steve moaned. "Why didn't you just leave me 
alone. . . ? 

"Just one more time," Diane pleaded. "Please, Daddy. Please make me happy 
just this once more. I love you so much." She lay back on the bed, spreading 
her legs so that he had to look at her pussy, opening the lips with one 
hand, showing it to him. "You can still see your cum, can't you? In my 
pussy?" Diane asked, running her finger inside her and withdrawing it 
slowly, then bringing it to her lips. "Mmmmmm, tastes so good. ... I love 
the way your cum tastes, Daddy. Don't you like the way I taste? Please, 
Daddy, taste me, taste my pussy." 

Steve sank back on the bed, sighing, his eyes glued to his daughter. She was 
still lying there, her legs open, her fingers playing in her golden muff, 
her eyes half closed. 

"Want to watch me play with myself? I've gotten real good at it since you've 
been away." Diane spread her legs even wider, opening her cunt so her father 
could see her glistening pink hole. She shivered, turned on by the naked 
excitement on the man's face as he stared hungrily at her pussy, his tongue 
flicking out and wetting his suddenly dry lips. 

"Wanta watch me finger-fuck my pussy, Daddy? I'm gonna stick my finger up in 
my pussy, just like a cock, and fuck myself until I cum all over my hand," 
Diane continued, sliding her finger slowly into her cunt and bringing it 
out, glistening with juice. "Oooo, that feels good, baby. I'm all hot and 
wet inside." 

Steve watched unbelievingly. His little daughter sure had grown up in a 
hurry! She was really getting off, getting off on exhibiting herself to him. 
Steve groaned, wondering suddenly if that had been all that had happened 
during the last week! Surely that new look in her eyes hadn't come from just 
playing with herself a lot! But right now, he didn't particularly care if 
the whole U.S. Army had sunk their cocks into her. His cock was hardening 
again, and his breath harshened as he remembered how she tasted, how sweet 
and young and fresh her pussy was, and he bent forward involuntarily, 
sniffing her scent like a dog with a bitch in heat. 

"Here, Daddy," Diane whispered, holding out her glistening finger, placing 
it against her father's lips. "Taste me, Daddy. Taste my pussy cum." 

Steve licked the slender finger solemnly, his lips curving in a smile. 
"Okay, baby, you win," he muttered. "I'll eat your pussy. I'll suck you dry, 
clean out your pretty little pussy, eat your fucking cum. You really love 
it, don'tcha? My little baby. You really love it." He shook his head 
slightly and sank between the girl's legs, bringing his face to her cunt. 
Diane sighed happily, wrapping her legs around his head. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"How long do you think we should wait?" Cynthia asked nervously. She stared 
at the darkened house, her eyes on the upstairs window. 

"Well give her a chance to get him going," Bob said judiciously. "Wouldn't 
want to go in too soon. That would blow the whole show." He reached out and 
pulled his wife to him, running his hand quickly over her full breast. 

Cynthia snuggled up, then pulled away. "Not here," she murmured, looking 
around. 

Bob burst into laughter, continuing to stroke her breast. "Jesus Christ, 
woman! Why the hell not? Don't tell me that after what you've been through, 
you're adverse to a little grope from your husband! I mean, here we are, 
sitting out here in the car, waiting for our niece to seduce her father so 
we can go in and jump on the pile, and you're scared somebody'll SEE us?" He 
pulled her to him roughly, shutting her mouth with his, and dropped his 
hands quickly to her skirt, pulling it high above her thighs and running a 
hand between her legs. 

"I just meant ... maybe we should watch," Cynthia said lamely, her legs 
parting automatically. She felt her husband's fingers touch her silk covered 
pussy mound and shivered. "Oh, Bob, if only we had done this years ago...." 

"Yeah," Bob muttered. "But at least we may have a few good years ahead of 
us. You feel like you're good for a couple more at least." He pulled her 
panties aside and thrust a finger inside her, wriggling it. 

Cynthia giggled, her giggle changing to a sob of lust as her husband's 
finger entered her cunt. Hunching down on it, she began to move her hips, 
her slippery twat grasping eagerly at his finger. 

"Hey, baby, why don't you give me a little head," Bob suggested casually. He 
slouched down in the car seat, drawing his wife to him, and indicated the 
rapidly swelling bunch in his trousers. "I've got a little problem here that 
can't wait. In fact, I think it needs immediate attention!" 

Cynthia reached out, unzipping her husband's trousers and groping inside for 
his cock. She hesitated-she hadn't done this to him for years, and she 
somehow wondered if she even remembered how! But Bob seemed to have no 
doubts-he was pulling her to him, pulling her head to his groin. 
Tentatively, Cynthia stuck out her tongue, licking delicately at his prick, 
and he moaned in response. More boldly, she nibbled at the tip, then sank 
her head down on the shaft, taking it in. As it hit her soft palate, she 
gagged, then remembered what to do, relaxing her throat muscles so the cock 
slid full length into her throat. 

"Yeah ... all the way," Bob said approvingly. "Now suck it, baby. Suck my 
cock good, old girl, and I'll give you some sweet cream. Sweet cock-cream in 
your throat!" He thrust up sharply, lodging himself in her throat, feeling 
the drag of her cheek muscles as she sucked at his stick. She was nibbling 
up and down the shaft now, her lips covering her teeth, using them as a hard 
ridge, bobbing her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth. 

Bob stared out of the window, his eyes blurred with a dull lust induced 
haze. Suddenly, it seemed to him that the light went out. He blinked, and it 
came on again. Shrugging, he was about to close his eyes again when he saw a 
form walking briskly down the street, straight towards the car. 

Bob put his hand warningly on Cynthia's head. "Stay down," he whispered. 
"Just stay down and keep sucking." He felt his wife tense under his hand, 
and he stroked her soothingly. "Just a guy out for an evening walk," he 
murmured. "He's going by now. Shit, if he'd only known what was going on 
here, I bet he'd have a heart attack!" Bob laughed softly, staring at the 
man's retreating figure, and returned his attention to Cynthia, sliding a 
finger back into her cunt. 

Cynthia had stiffened with terror when the man had walked by. She didn't 
know if there was a law against sucking off your husband, but she figured 
there probably was. There seemed to be a law against everything that was 
fun, so why not that! As the man's footsteps receded, she resumed sucking, 
somehow excited by the knowledge that someone had almost seen them! 

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby! God, you're a good cocksucker," Bob breathed. 
"Suck it up good and hard, baby! I can hardly wait to fill your mouth, fill 
it with cum! You ll like that, won't you, honey! You'll eat every drop, 
won't you! come, on, baby, suck my dick, all the way down to the balls!" He 
plunged his finger into the woman's twat, twisting it around inside, feeling 
the spongy texture of her flesh as it clamped hungrily on his digit. 

Cynthia was lost, lost again in a haze of lust. She no longer cared if 
anyone saw them, she no longer cared what was happening inside the house 
with Diane and Steve. The only thing of importance was the insistent tugging 
between her thighs, and the pulsing shaft in her mouth. She sucked eagerly, 
running her lips up and down the turgid pole, eager for the hot rush of 
sperm to hit her mouth. She could barely remember how it tasted ... but she 
was sure she would love it! She would drink in ever bit and beg for more! 
She grunted, deep in her throat, bobbing her head up and down her husband's 
cock, her body trembling under his hands, her cunt on fire. 

"Oh, yeah, you're getting hot," Bob hissed. "I can feel your pussy ready to 
cum! come on, baby! 

Cum for me! Wet my hand with your sweet pussy juice!" He began fucking her 
cunt with slow steady strokes, rubbing against her clit on each down stroke. 
Cynthia bucked under his expert touch, her head picking up the rhythm and 
running up and down his cock, lips nibbling furiously, tongue working. 

"Won't be long now," Bob promised. "I'm getting ready to cum! Suck it hard, 
baby, suck the cum right out of my balls!" His hips began to move, thrusting 
up against her face, slamming his cock deep in her throat. He groaned. He 
could feel the incredible suction she was using on him, her cheeks caving in 
with the effort as she used her mouth like a miniature vacuum cleaner, 
intent on drawing the seed from his balls! He imagined wildly that he could 
see the sperm stirring in his balls, being forced inexorably up, up through 
the tube in his cock, to burst with flaming abandon into her warm, sucking 
mouth! 

"OHHHHHH, BABY! GET READY, 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES!" Bob cried through clenched 
teeth. "I'm gonna shoot my wad! Right into your fucking throat! EAT IT! EAT 
MY CUM! EAT MY SPERM! OOOHHH!" With a muffled shout, Bob slammed his prick 
once more into his wife's mouth, his balls hardening, lifting, and bursting, 
splashing cum into her mouth! 

Cynthia groaned as the first burst of sperm hit her throat! She swallowed, 
and choked ... it was too much! Bob was cumming a river, an ocean, a sea of 
seed rushing down her throat, choking her with its thick cream! Cynthia 
gasped and swallowed valiantly, again and again, her throat muscles working 
on his cock as he shot, milking him, pulling his sperm from his balls in a 
thick column. 

"OH, YEAH! SWALLOW IT!" Bob groaned, feeling his wife begin to gulp hungrily 
at his cum. "You love it! You cocksucking bitch! You love my cum. You're 
eating my sperm! OHHH, YES! EAT IT!" 

Cynthia's body began spasming, her orgasm triggered by her husband's lewd 
words, combined with the delicious rush of cum. She felt her pussy spasm, 
clutching at his finger, and a rush of fluid gushed from her onto his hand, 
wetting it. She moaned, drinking deep from the fountain of his cock, wishing 
it would never end, wishing she could drink forever from his foaming cock! 
She had never tasted anything so delicious in her life, and she found 
herself wondering crazily if her brother's would taste as good! 

Bob was wondering about Steve at the same time, almost as if he caught the 
thought from his wife's mind. He slumped back, his cock still weakly 
spurting, and lasciviously imagined what Diane and Steve were doing. He 
couldn't wait to see the little bitch being fucked by another man, being 
filled with his cum, and then opening her legs for him! He shuddered, 
looking up at the house. The windows were dark. 

"Cynthia?" Bob hissed. "We gotta go in ... the lights out. You don't think 
he's left again and we missed it?" He pulled Cynthia up, hurriedly stuffing 
his cock into his trousers. 

"Hell, no," Cynthia said calmly. "If he's gone, you know Diane would be out 
here wailing and crying by now. They probably just put the light out ... 
maybe Diane snuck up on him or something. Who cares, as long as she gets him 
going? And she shouldn't have any trouble! Not if her work on you is any 
sample." Cynthia felt a sudden last twinge of jealousy, which she thrust 
down, feeling that she should be grateful to Diane-for without her, their 
marriage would no doubt have just continued on its dull way! Cynthia felt at 
that moment that she would easily do the same things again, if her reward 
would be the same! She smiled fondly at her husband, taking his hand. 

"Come on, dear. Let's go play our part," the older woman said. "I'm sure 
it's time enough by now." 

Steve poised over his daughter's cunt, looking at it through a red haze of 
lust. He had pulled off his clothes, and his naked body twitched as he 
looked at the girl's twat. Slowly, he reached out, opening her to his gaze, 
touching the quivering petals of her twat lips gently, feeling the moist 
surface. 

"Go on, Daddy," Diane urged impatiently. "I can't wait much longer. I want 
your tongue in my pussy, licking me!" She raised her hips invitingly, 
presenting her entire vulva to the man's gaze. 

Steve bent forward, tongue outstretched, and licked down the groove, 
swathing the entire surface with his tongue. Diane wriggled happily as he 
licked her, thrusting up to his mouth, and Steve plunged down with a groan, 
burying his face between the girl's legs. He inhaled luxuriously, his nose 
deep in cunt, and licked happily, tasting the fresh sweet secretions, mixed 
with the cream of his previous cum. 

"OOOO, yes, do it, eat me, eat my pussy, clean out my cunt. Clean your cum 
from my cunt," Diane chanted happily, relaxing, her legs rising, wrapping 
themselves around her father's dark head. Thrills shot through her already 
overheated body, as the man's tongue snaked into her pussy, and a fresh gush 
of pussy juice escaped from her womb, raining into his mouth like dew. He 
lapped it up eagerly, drinking it in and searching for more, forming his 
tongue into a hard cone and thrusting up into the girl's cunt. 

"OH, YES! DADDY, EAT ME! USE YOUR FUCKING TONGUE AND MAKE ME CUM!" Diane 
cried, twisting luxuriously under her father's mouth. She could feel the 
first twinges of orgasm bubbling inside her already, and she suddenly hoped 
that when Bob and Cynthia came in they'd let her finish! She bumped her 
lithe, adolescent hips, rising clear of the bed as she strained to her 
father's face, and he slid his hands beneath her ass, holding her to him as 
he feasted on her bounty. 

Steve snuffled and slurped at the girl's cunt, wondering crazily how he was 
going to give her up this time. It had been bad enough before-his dreams had 
been haunted by her since he left, and he knew that it would be worse this 
time! He wished there was some way ... any way to do this forever, to be 
able to fuck and suck his daughter all the time, every day for the rest of 
his life, but he didn't see how. It was wrong-he would be condemned by 
anyone who found out. He groaned, putting it out of his mind, concentrating 
on enjoying the moment, pretending that it would last forever. He thought he 
had never tasted anything so delicious as his daughter's sweet cunt, her 
tender flesh ceaselessly exuding fluids that fell sweetly on his tongue, 
making him slurp hungrily for more. As fast as he cleaned her dry, she 
lubricated more, until he was wallowing in a sea of pussy juice, his mouth 
full of it, the excess running down his chin and dripping onto the bed. He 
didn't believe how wet she was getting. His mouth fairly sloshed as he ate 
her out, and he moaned with lust, his cock growing rock hard. 

"OOOOOOHHH I'M CUMMING! HOLD ME DADDY! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!" Diane 
suddenly cried, her legs tensing and trembling as orgasm rippled through 
her, her body arching and stiffening, then flopping on the bed like a 
beached fish as tremors rippled along her nerves. Her pussy convulsed, 
gushing out a tide of creamy pussy cum, and Steve gobbled it all down, his 
throat working furiously as he swallowed. 

"OOOH YES! I LOVE IT! YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! DON'T EVER STOP! DON'T STOP! 
I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Diane yelled, her body spasming again, and again, as a 
wave of increasing orgasms burst through her. She was flailing insanely on 
the bed now, her tits bouncing as she flopped from side to side, her legs 
wrapped tight around her dad's head in a death grip as she forced him to 
keep his mouth right on her cunt! Finally, she subsided, opening her eyes 
and smiling up at her father, her lips red where she had bitten them in her 
passion. And then her gaze went over his shoulders, over to the door, her 
eyes widening as she saw Bob standing there. She grinned again, noticing 
that the man was watching closely, and he had his hand on his cock, 
obviously ready to pull it out. Diane nodded, giving him the sign. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Bob and Cynthia had entered the dark house quietly, mounting the stairs and 
walking to Steve's room. Bob motioned to Cynthia to keep close by him and 
they tiptoed down the hall. Faint sounds came to their ears, and Bob 
grinned. 

"Sounds like he's socking it to her," Bob whispered, reaching for his wife's 
arm. Together they listened to the wet sounds emitting from the room down 
the hall, and Cynthia sighed, accepting the situation of her brother and his 
daughter as reality for perhaps the first time. 

"Let's go," she whispered nervously, pulling at her husband's hand, leading 
him to the door of the room, her heart in her throat. 

"Wait," Bob murmured, halting in the doorway. The door was half open, and he 
peered in. "Yep, he's eating her pussy, and she's about ready to shoot from 
the looks of it," he remarked casually. 

"Come on," Cynthia said sharply. She peered over her husband's shoulder, her 
breath hissing through her teeth as she saw her brother kneeling between his 
daughter's legs. 

"Let's watch for a minute," Bob said in a low voice. "I wanta get good and 
hard before we go in, and you kinda took the starch out of my lob, old 
girl." He patted his wife on the head fondly and reached down to his groin, 
tenderly feeling his limp cock. "Not much life yet. Gotta give it a minute," 
he said, peering avidly into the room. 

Breathing heavily, Bob fingered his dick as he watched Diane's young body 
roll violently on the bed, her legs wrapped firmly around her father's head. 
Steve was squatting between the girl's haunches, his face hidden in her 
nest, but the slurping sounds told plainly what he was doing. 

"Bet he's getting a mouthful," Bob remarked to his wife. His cock was 
stirring slightly, and he unzipped his trousers, reaching inside and 
handling it gently. 

"I'll say," Cynthia answered. "She cums like a fucking river." Cynthia heard 
her voice with surprise, uttering those words as calmly as if she were 
commenting on the weather, and laughed to herself, realizing how much she 
had changed! Right now, for instance, she was straining at the bit, barely 
restraining herself from ripping off her clothes and joining the two on the 
bed! "Come on, Bob! I can't stand it much longer!" 

"Wait ... Di's cumming ... there she goes! Look't that!" Bob stared in 
wonder as the girl convulsed with a hoarse scream, then spasmed again. And 
again. "Jesus, she'll never stop cumming!" He played with his cock roughly, 
jerking it rapidly to erection. "Wait ... she's coming down ... looking at 
us...." As Diane signaled, Bob thrust his straining cock back into his 
trousers and grasped his wife's arm. "Let's go, lady! It's our turn now!" He 
walked forward boldly. 

Diane looked up at her aunt and uncle. They were walking into the room, and 
she winked broadly at them, wondering what they were going to do. 

"Well!" Bob announced in a loud voice. "If it isn't Steve! I thought you 
were in LA buddy!" 

Steve flinched, hearing the man's voice. He had been just about ready to 
climb between his daughter's thighs and sink his aching cock into the cunt 
he had just sucked, when he heard his brother-in-laws' voice. Steve turned, 
unwilling to believe the evidence of his ears, and stared wildly at his 
brother-in-law his eyes going behind him to rest on his sister. Steve 
groaned, his world falling to pieces around him. 

"God," the man said dully. "Bob. And Cynthia." He shut his eyes, as if he 
thought they'd disappear. 

"In the flesh," Bob said cheerfully, strolling into the room. "So there you 
are, Diane. We were wondering what happened to you." He smiled benignly at 
the girl. She grinned back at him, winking. 

"What's going on?" Steve asked suspiciously, suddenly realizing that no one 
was screaming or fainting or going into hysterics. "Look, I can explain. It 
isn't what you think." 

"Really? You mean you weren't eating out Diane's cunt?" Cynthia said 
sweetly, walking over to the bed and surveying her brother calmly. "Well, 
what, exactly, were you doing? Checking her to make sure her hymen was 
intact? I can assure you it isn't, and it was you who broke it, according to 
her." She looked at her brother for a minute longer, then broke into a peal 
of laughter. "Oh! You should see your face!" she gasped. "like a kid caught 
with his hand in the cooky jar!" She laughed gaily, her brother staring at 
her in astonishment. 

"You mean ... she told you?" Steve said, comprehension dawning on his face. 
"God, you must think I'm awful. Look, that's why I tried to leave ... I 
won't do it again...." 

"Good God, man," Bob said, coming forward. "You must be crazy. Leaving a 
luscious piece like that on the loose? Why, there's no telling what might 
happen to her! Why. she might even get seduced by her horny uncle ... and 
aunt." He looked at Steve for a minute, seeing the dawning light in the 
man's face, and reached out to clap him on his bare shoulder. "Now, if you 
don't mind...." Bob smiled and began to calmly divest himself of his 
clothing. 

"Jesus, I must be going insane," Steve whispered. "You mean Diane!. Has your 
uncle ... bothered you?" 

"No, it's no bother," Diane said coolly. Suddenly, she broke into laughter, 
her slender body shaking as gusts of mirth swept through her. 

"Cynthia! Somebody must have some sense around here!" Steve appealed. "You 
tell me-what's been going on! And what's going on. HEY! STOP THAT! Leave her 
alone!" Steve reached out suddenly, grasping Bob's shoulder as the other man 
began to climb on the bed. "What kind of maniac are you!? That's your 
niece-and she's only fourteen years old!" 

"Well, she's your daughter." Cynthia said reasonably, unzipping her dress 
and stepping out of it. She was nude underneath, and she giggled at Steve's 
expression. "I must have left my panties in the car," she explained. "Bob 
and I got a little carried away ... well, what are you going to do now, 
brother dear?" 

"I just do not believe that you, of all people, would be a party to this . . 
this degradation," Steve hissed at his sister. "I mean, it's bad enough that 
I've succumbed to my lust, but I am trying...." 

"Well for God's sake quit trying," Bob muttered. "You sound like a bad book. 
Look, Steve, you may as well join the party-your cock looks like it'd 
appreciate a little action long about now. And it's a little late for all of 
this anyway, isn't it? What's done is done. And besides, if you say one more 
word," he finished as Steve opened his mouth, "we're gonna call the cops. 
Diane'll tell them you tried to rape her, and then where ll you be!" 

Cynthia listened to about half of this exchange, then shrugged and climbed 
onto the bed, her breasts dangling as she stretched out beside her niece. 
"God, they sure can talk a lot, can't they?" she remarked, casually reaching 
over and cupping 

Diane's breast in her hand. 

"Yeah. I never heard anything so silly in my life." Diane agreed, turning to 
her aunt in relief. "After he's just fucked me and sucked me, to spout that 
shit ... you see what I mean? If I'd tried to pull this off by myself, I'd 
have never gotten anywhere. He sure is good once he shuts up though. I musta 
cum five or six times when he was eating me out." Diane reached up and 
touched Cynthia's breasts softly. "Gosh, your tits sure are big. I didn't 
notice before. Do you think mine'll grow like that?" She bent over and 
lipped Cynthia's nipple into her mouth, sucking at the hard nub while her 
hand massaged the older woman's flesh, drifting down her belly and sliding 
between her legs. 

"Yours are perfect the way they are," Cynthia murmured. "So firm ... OOOO, 
that feels good, honey. I'm so hot ... " She squirmed languorously in her 
niece's arms, returning the girl's caresses. 

"And what I'd like to know is, how the hell did you get my sister into this 
mess! What kind of man are you!" Steve said angrily. Bob smiled at him 
tensely, his patience growing thin. 

"Look. I've had enough. I'm horny as shit. I've been watching you suck off 
your daughter for the last ten minutes, and I don't want to listen to your 
shit any more. You're bringing me down. So shut the fuck up. Diane suggested 
this-she loves you, man, and she was real hurt when you just dumped her. But 
I'm not too sure she needs you at all now-not the way you're acting. So go 
soak your head. I'm gonna soak my cock ... in some nice pussy." Bob climbed 
on the bed, rolling over to the two women, looking down at them fondly. 

Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes glazed. "Oh, Bob darling. Come on ... 
she's hot as a pistol. She's dripping wet." She backed away, dropping her 
hands from Diane reluctantly, and let her husband take her place. Then she 
glanced over at Steve, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Come on, Steve darling," his sister whispered. "I've wanted to fuck you 
since we were kids. Come here, sugar, and give your sister some loving." She 
reached out to her brother, her breasts brushing provocatively against him, 
her hands reaching for his cock. Steve jumped as if stunned. 

"No-Cynthia. That's-oh God, the whole world's going crazy." He looked at his 
sister, his eyes widening as he took in her mature body, her heavy breasts, 
her ample hips, and the curling black patch of pubic hair at the base of her 
belly. 

Cynthia saw where he was looking and smiled to herself, reaching out and 
taking his hand, placing it on her. "Ah, dear, come on. It was hard for me 
at first, too ... but now, I wish this had happened years ago. Feel my 
pussy, Steve. Feel how wet it is. Your daughter's felt it, and sucked it. 
And I love it ... I never realized how much I love it." She spoke in a 
soothing tone, her hand reaching for her brother's cock, enfolding it, 
fondling it. 

Suddenly, Steve's eyes went to his daughter. She was lying back, Bob 
implanted firmly between her thighs, her hips already lifting eagerly. Steve 
felt a stab of wild jealousy. His brother was fucking his woman. His 
daughter. Steve groaned in confusion, his head spinning, his cock hardening 
under his sister's hand. 

"All right. If that's the way you want it," he growled suddenly, turning to 
his sister. "I'll put it in you. You're a fucking whore, sis, and I'm gonna 
treat you like one if that's how you want it!" He reached out and grasped 
his sister's breast, pinching it cruelly, while he ran the other hand 
between her legs, digging into her cunt. "You're all ready for it, aren't 
you. All wet and ready for cock. Any cock. Even your own brother's!" He 
pushed her back on the bed, pulling her thighs apart and penetrating her 
roughly, his cock sliding easily into her. 

Cynthia smiled serenely, accepting her brother's words, her body opening 
under his stroke. "Yes, I'm a whore. I love it. I love fucking, and sucking 
... anything you can do! And I'm proud ... OOOHHHHHH! Do it, Steve! Fuck me! 
Ram that big cock home! I can feel it!" She wrapped her legs around her 
brother, straining up to him. 

Diane quivered under Bob's cock, her head rolling from side to side. "Dad's 
fucking her! Dad's fucking aunt Cynthia!" she hissed suddenly, her eyes 
lighting on the other couple. "He's got his cock in her pussy, and he's 
really pounding it to her! OH, WOW! LOOKIT HIM GO!" She craned her head 
excitedly, her hips nevery missing a stroke, churning under Bob's cock. Her 
blue eyes widened as she watched in growing excitement, watched her father 
plow her aunt's twat while she was being fucked by her uncle! 

Bob glanced quickly over his shoulder, saw Steve plunge into Cynthia's cunt, 
and grinned in satisfaction Cynthia sure has come a long way, he thought 
approvingly, watching his wife wrap her legs around Steve's back, her pussy 
rising and falling under his strokes. Then he returned his attention to 
Diane, who was squirming under him, her cunt grasping eagerly at his cock. 

"Hold on, baby, 'cause here we go," Bob muttered, taking a firm grip on the 
girl and driving into her wet flesh. "Fuck me good, baby doll, 'cause I want 
to fill you with cream!" 

"OOOOHH YES! YES! FUCK ME, UNCLE BOB! FUCK ME!" Diane cried, her voice 
slicing through the room. "I can feel your cock-in me, in my pussy, all the 
way in!" 

Steve looked up sharply at his daughter's voice, his eyes going to her. She 
was fucking wildly now, her hips churning frantically, her blonde hair 
flying as she rolled from side to side. Steve knew how she felt right now, 
her cunt beginning to spasm, to clutch ... his own cock was caught in a grip 
of iron, his sister's powerful cunt muscles squeezing down on his shaft. He 
groaned, trucking forward, his ass pumping wildly. 

"Fuck me, Steve," Cynthia called faintly. "It feels so good ... your cock in 
my pussy!" She reached up and grasped her brother's head, forcing his head 
down to hers, looking him straight in the eyes as their lips met in a kiss. 
Steve looked back at her, his pupils dark with lust, and suddenly smiled. 

"Hot pussy," he whispered. "Use that hot pussy, Sis, and make me cream. I 
want to cum in you, sis, in your hot cunt!" He stroked forward sharply, 
causing the woman to groan under him, and began a steady stroking in and out 
of her wet cunt. "It won't be long, baby. I can't hold it too much longer!" 

"Anytime," Cynthia muttered, feeling her own orgasm tugging at her insides. 
"I'm gonna cum ... I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME, STEVE, FUCK ME!" 

Diane tensed, her body shivering as she neared climax. She could hear the 
groans of lust from the other couple, and that served to intensify her own 
lust, making her strain eagerly against Bob, her legs tensing. "Fuck me 
hard! HARDER! I WANT TO CUM! FUUUCCCKKK MEEE!" Bob complied, pounding into 
Diane's cunt, feeling his own sperm rising in his cock, bursting from his 
prick in great gobs. "HERE IT COMES! I'M CUMMING!" he called in triumph. 

Cynthia heard her husband's cry through a haze, and knowing that he was 
right beside her, shooting into Diane's cunt, somehow triggered her own 
orgasm. With a wild shout, she convulsed, slamming up into Steve's crotch. 

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK!" she cried, orgasm 
sweeping her, making her cunt grip hard on Steve's cock. 

Steve tensed as he felt orgasm burst through his sister, transmitting itself 
to his dick in waves. Her twat was gripping him so hard he thought he'd 
burst, and suddenly he did, his prick leaping inside her, sending out a 
stream of hot seed, spurting hard up into her womb. 

"CUM! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK! I'M FUCKING YOU AND CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT! 
OOOOOOHHHH! "Steve yelled, no longer caring who heard. He was cumming, 
cumming in his sisters cunt, and his sister was cumming, and his daughter 
was cumming, her cunt filled with his brother-in-law's sperm! Steve's head 
whirled crazily as he pumped out his climax, disordered images flitting 
through until he collapsed with a groan, his cock still weakly spurting, 
deep inside his sister. Finally, he raised his head, looking around the room 
at the disordered bed. 

Diane raised her head weakly and smiled at her father, her eyes still glazed 
with lust. Steve shook his head again, sinking down onto his sister's 
breast. 

"I don't believe it," he muttered. "It's a fucking dream." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

"Gosh, no!" Diane disagreed. "This is a lot better than any dream, 'cause we 
don't hafta wake up!" She stretched luxuriously in Bob's grasp, rolling over 
towards Cynthia. "Look, let's finish what we were doing a minute ago ... 
before Uncle Bob jumped me." She reached out and stroked Cynthia's breast, 
looking up at the woman impishly. 

"Okay, honey, I think the guys need a rest anyhow!" Cynthia laughed, 
disengaging herself gently and gathering Diane in her arms. 

Steve's eyes popped. "God," he whispered. "You mean you've got her eating 
pussy, too." 

"Well, actually it was Diane who broke Cynthia in," Bob explained. "Look, 
I'll tell you about it later, buddy. Right now just settle down and watch 
the show. Nothing like watching two broads eat each other out to get you 
going again!" He settled back against the pillows, one hand resting on his 
limp cock, his eyes glued to the two women. 

Diane and Cynthia were rolling on the bed, their bodies glued together, 
exchanging a passionate kiss, their hands rubbing up and down the length of 
their bodies. They broke the kiss, smiling privately at each other, and 
reversed positions, blonde head going to dark-fringed cunt, black head 
diving eagerly into the blonde's muff. 

"OOOooo yes," Diane sighed, wrapping her long legs around Cynthia's head, 
pulling her deep against her. "Eat my pussy! Eat my cunt, Cynthia. I'm gonna 
cum all over your tongue! AAAHHH! Yes! That's it! Stick your fucking tongue 
in my cunt and make me cum!" 

"Look't her go!" Bob said to Steve. "Look't that little bitch go! She's 
practically cumming already!" He nudged Steve with his elbow, his fingers 
closing happily around his cock. "I'm starting to get hard already," Bob 
bragged. "Three cock stands this evening ... and I didn't even count 
yesterday! Look't Cynthia, man! She's got a mouth full of pussy and she's 
going to town!" 

Steve groaned, his eyes unwillingly fixed on his daughter and sister. His 
eyes widened as he saw their legs wrap around each others heads, their 
mouths dive deep into each other's cunt! Despite himself, his prick 
stiffened against his leg, and his hand crept involuntarily to it. Bob 
nudged him again, and he looked at the man, mixed expressions fleeting 
across his face. 

But Bob had no scruples. He was jerking off his cock happily, his fingers 
flying up and down the slippery shaft, his breath coming in ragged puffs as 
he watched. "Just wait until they really get going," he whispered. "Then we 
can get in on the act! Wait'll you try your daughter's ass! I broke her in 
yesterday, and she's a real fast learner! Mmmmmm, wait 'til you sink into 
that, buddy! Hot as shit, and tight! You feel like your pricks coming off! 
Wooowee! There they go!" He rubbed his cock briskly, watching as Diane and 
Cynthia began to convulse, their straining bodies trembling and shivering as 
orgasm burst over them. Hoarse cries and groans mingled with the wet sound 
of gushing pussy being eaten! 

Steve's hand clenched on his tool. His head was spinning again, his thoughts 
going wild as he considered Bob's words. Looking narrowly at the entwined 
bodies, he gasped, "Her ass! You fucked her ass?" He shuddered, his cock 
growing under his hand until it reached full erection, as he imagined what 
it would feel like to plunge into his daughter's wildly pumping ass! 

"Go on! Do it to her!" Bob hissed. "Now, while they're still shooting! Go 
over and ram it home, man!" He gave Steve a shove, his own dick pulsing with 
excitement. 

Steve crawled across the disordered bed, reaching the women's tossing bodies 
and reaching out. Diane was on top, her pussy crushed into Cynthia's mouth, 
and Steve crept up behind her, his hands going over her churning ass, 
parting the cheeks, searching for the tiny hole of her anus. He found it and 
shuddered with lust, positioning himself behind her, cock in hand. 

"Go on! Fuck her ass hole!" Bob encouraged hoarsely. "She loves it! Shell do 
anything you want her to!" His hand jerked rapidly on his cock as he watched 
Steve climb up behind his daughter, his dick poised behind Diane's rolling 
ass. 

"Goddamn, she's moving so fast I can't get a grip." Steve muttered, holding 
onto his daughter's trembling ass. He parted her buttocks roughly, holding 
tight to her slippery skin, and pressed the head of his cock against her 
anus, pushing forward. The head of his prick slid in, outlined clearly 
beneath the thin skin, and then stopped, held back by the tight ring of 
muscle. With a grunt, Steve pushed forward sharply, slicing into his 
daughter's ass-hole, his cock ramming into her back passage. 

"I'M IN! IN HER ASS!" Steve yelled in triumph. "And it's hot as hell! God! 
And tight!" He thrust forward carefully, his prick stuffed tight in her, and 
began to move. 

Diane had felt the hands playing with her ass as if in a dream. Orgasm was 
still washing through her, and she was lazily cleaning out Cynthia's still 
gushing cunt, when she felt herself being stretched wide, and entered! She 
jumped, startled, feeling a sharp stab of pain as her battered ass was 
cleaved, then thrust back lasciviously, pressing against the invader 
lovingly, never raising her mouth from Cynthia's cunt. Cynthia rolled out of 
the way slightly, licking the last traces of Diane's cum from her lips, and 
freed her upper body, her lower body still buried under Diane's mouth. 
Looking up, she saw her brother enter his daughter's ass-hole, his dick 
crashing into the girl's butt, his balls banging against her buttocks, and a 
pang of new excitement shot through her. 

"Do it to her Steve! Fuck her little ass!" Cynthia called. She was still 
trembling in orgasm, her hips bucking under Diane's mouth, and she watched 
dazedly, feeling excitement wash through her. "Do it! FUCK HER ASS!" 

Bob watched for a moment, his hand fairly flying on his cock, and then swung 
across the tangled bodies. "Suck it," he growled at his wife, sinking over 
her head, cramming his dick into her mouth. He felt her pull back, startled, 
and he grasped her head between his hands, forcing her mouth open, forcing 
her to take him in. "Suck my prick, baby! Suck it good!" 

Cynthia relaxed her throat, letting her husband's cock slide down it, and 
sucked greedily, eager to taste his cum again. Her fingers went up to his 
groin, touching his balls, rolling them in their sac, and he moaned 
approval, thrusting into her mouth. 

"That's it, baby! Play with the balls! Make me shoot, honey, right in your 
fucking mouth!" Bob cried, pumping energetically. He could see his wife's 
cunt, still pressed lewdly to Diane's mouth, while Diane's ass was pounding 
back against Steve's cock, and the knowledge of what was happening, and that 
he was a part of it, made him shiver with insane lust. He smashed forward 
crazily, hips working like pistons, in and out of his wife's mouth. 

"YEAH! SHAKE IT! MOVE THAT ASS! 

AAAGGGH! IT'S HOT! HOT AS SHIT! LIKE FUCKING A TUB OF SHIT! HOT AND TIGHT!" 
Steve shouted, his balls banging crazily against Diane's rear as he plowed 
into her brutally. He reached under her, finding her dripping cunt, and 
plunged two fingers into the sloppy maw, finger-fucking her hard in the same 
rhythm he was using on her ass! He could feel her buttery ass flesh cleaving 
under his strokes, her powerful anal muscles clamping on his cock, squeezing 
him, making him cry out in mingled pleasure and pain. 

"God! She's squeezing my cock off! With her ass! God, what an ass-hole!" 
Steve shouted. He held onto the girl's churning butt grimly with one hand, 
his fingers digging into her slippery flesh, leaving red weals on the creamy 
skin, and dug into her brimming pussy with the other. She was cumming under 
him now, her muscles bunching and knotting under her satiny skin, her cunt 
snapping at his fingers, and gushing, dribbling pussy cum onto his fucking 
fingers. Steve moaned, increasing the tempo of his strokes, fucking for all 
he was worth, feeling his orgasm rising in his loins. 

"AAAAGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Bob announced suddenly, plunging again into 
Cynthia's mouth, his cock spurting down her throat. He grabbed her head, 
holding it tight against his groin, pumping out his seed into her face! 
Cynthia gasped for air and swallowed, swallowed it all, her own body 
convulsing, her pussy gushing into Diane's mouth! 

At Bob's shout, something broke inside Steve-he felt his orgasm wash over 
him, bursting through his body, his sperm rising in his cock, splashing from 
the tip into the dank recesses of his daughter's ass! "AAAAAAGGGH! IN YOUR 
ASS! CUMMING! HOT CUM! IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!" He bucked forward 
uncontrollably, feeling the girl shiver under him as she crashed into 
orgasm, and he slumped forward, his body falling onto his daughter heavily. 
She collapsed her head resting on Cynthia's mound, and they all lay there 
for a moment, breathing heavily. 

Diane was the first to stir. She rolled over, her father's cock slipping 
from her ass, and stretched luxuriously. "Well, who's next?" she said 
brightly, her eyes going over the exhausted orgiasts. 

"My God, we've created a monster," Bob murmured, laughing weakly. "You're 
insatiable, Diane." 

"If that means I like to ball, yeah I am," Diane agreed. She got up, walking 
casually across the floor, her naked tits bouncing. "I'm gonna get a 
coke-you people want anything?" 

"A half hour's rest." Bob laughed. "Jesus, I've fucked more in the last few 
days than I did in ten years of marriage! And ... I feel great!" He rolled 
over, raising himself on one elbow. "How about it, Steve?" 

Steve looked up, his face still flushed from orgasm. "Yeah," he said slowly. 
"You people win. I'm with you now, all the way. But ... you know this has 
got to be secret, don't you? Diane? I don't know why you told your Uncle 
Bob, but you simply can't tell anybody else, okay? Although I'm sure you 
could convince anybody in the world to join our little group, you wouldn't 
have time to do it in jail!" 

"I won't tell," Diane said indignantly. "And I didn't tell Uncle Bob, either 
... he guessed." 

"Yeah, well, don't give people any reason to guess," Steve continued. 
"Okay?" 

"Sure," Diane said. "I don't want anything to mess us up. Hey, you people 
rested enough?" She turned back to the bed and scrambled back up. "I don't 
think I want a coke ... I want a cock!" She laughed gaily, crawling over to 
Bob and touching his dick, then lowering her head and sucking at him, 
licking. As he swelled a little in her mouth, she raised her head and 
grinned impishly. "You're coming to Uncle Bob. Guess you weren't as tired as 
you thought." 

Bob laughed, settling back. "Your mouth could raise the dead," he said 
fondly. Cynthia lay back, her eyes widening as she watched Diane plunge onto 
Bob's cock, then rolled onto her side, over to Steve. 

"Well, darling brother, what do you think of your daughter and sister now? 
Not so bad, are we?" 

"I don't know," Steve said slowly. "I'm no expert in these things, but it 
seems okay to me. Anyhow, there's nothing I can do about it-a guy would have 
to be made of stone to refuse you two. God, Cynthia, I've wanted you for 
years. I remember, when we were kids, I used to watch you when you were in 
the bathroom and jerk off over you for hours. And I was so fucking jealous 
when you went out-I could just see all those guys getting what I wanted." He 
pulled his sister to him, stroking her breasts lightly. 

"Wow, if I'd only known," Cynthia said lightly. "I'd have done anything you 
wanted, Steve. I thought you were just a prude, the way you went on if I 
stayed out late." She frowned, thinking sadly of the past, then brightening. 
"But that's all over now. You've got me now,,-and Diane-any time, any way 
you want us." She cuddled next to him, her hand fondling his cock, making it 
swell in her fingers. Steve groaned, bending forward and sucking one of her 
nipples into his mouth, then raising his head. 

"But, don't you think it's wrong?" he whispered. "Deep down inside? I know 
Diane and Bob don't, but don't you feel just a little . , . well, funny 
about all? Fucking your brother, and ... well, eating your niece's twat?" 

"Well," Cynthia said frankly. "I haven't completely gotten over my 
reservations. But, compared to the way I felt before, this is fucking 
heaven. Why, I hadn't had a good fuck in years, and if I'd had one I 
wouldn't have known what to do with it! By the way, speaking of stiff 
cocks...." 

Steve smiled, abandoning that line of inquiry for good. He looked over at 
his daughter. She was obviously enjoying herself intensely, her legs tensing 
as she prepared to squat on Bob's now hard cock, her little ass hole still 
dribbling a bit of Steve's sperm. Steve's eyes lit up, and he turned to his 
sister. 

"Tell me, have you been fucked in the ass yet?" Steve asked. 

Cynthia tensed, then forced herself to relax, looking Steve squarely in the 
eyes. "No. My ass is virgin territory," she whispered. "Do you ... want to 
fuck it?" She knelt down submissively, raising her ass in the air, and 
looked at her brother over her shoulders. "Just be gentle," she said, 
remembering how Diane had bled in the pool, temporarily forgetting her own 
part in that episode. 

"Oh, I will," Steve promised, kneeling behind his sister, cock in hand as he 
surveyed the white expanse of ass. "I will." He spread her buttocks, 
exposing her ass hole, and, greasing his pole quickly with spit, prepared to 
enter. "Hold on, Sis! I'm going in!" 

"WOW!" Diane said, craning around. "Dad's gonna fuck Cynthia's ass!" She 
bounced up and down happily on Bob's cock, sighing with pleasure. "I guess 
we're both three way girls now, right Bob?" 

"Yeah," Bob muttered, concentrating on the thrilling sensation of Diane's 
under-age cunt on his prick. "Move it, baby doll! Move that sweet little ass 
and ride me hard!" He began thrusting up into her, wild pictures flooding 
through his mind as he realized that he could have either woman, in any way, 
any time he wanted. Bob closed his eyes, fervently thanking whatever power 
had sent Diane to him that day, changing his entire life! "Fuck me! FUCK 
MEEE!" Cynthia cried. "FUCK MY ASS!" 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Diane groaned. "I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! DON'T EVER STOP!" 

"I won't," Bob and Steve promised in unison, "Never!" 


THE END
