Daddy's Two Teasers
by Simone Suchler
(RX-455)


FOREWORD 

This novel has, for its protagonists, a very real family from almost 
anywhere in the USA. They could easily be your next-door neighbors, or your 
cousins from the Midwest, or relatives from either the East or West Coast. 
The mother has led a fairly commonplace existence, and due to her own 
morality, has beens straitlaced in bed with the father. And it is this 
morality which creates undercurrents of dissatisfaction for the father. And 
these undercurrents eventually rise to the surface brought out by the 
untimely curiosity of the two young, teenage daughters. 

Rhonda and Wanda are definitely representative of today's young, independent 
females, searching for the true meaning of relationships with each other as 
well as attempting to find it with others. And because of this, the lives of 
the two girls become powerfully interwoven with that of their parents, and 
everyone involved discovers new, different sets of values. 

Had the childrens' curiosity not been so overwhelming, there is no question 
but that this family would have continued on the moral path it had been 
traversing at the start. As a result, the daughters might well have been 
made to feel they were perverse and "not normal." which, in any time, is 
enough to trigger highly neurotic responses which have no place in any 
society. Because the parents have the intelligence to realize what is 
happening to them, all four members of the family are able to develop a 
stronger sense of security from one another. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The fourteen-year-old twins lay side by side in their queen-size bed. Both 
had natural blonde hair, cut short in a pageboy, just like their mother. 
Both had large, round blue eyes, short, pert, turned up noses, and each had 
a full cupid's-bow upper lip. Not only did they look exactly like each 
other, but both were beginning to become the image of their mother. Under 
the shortie pajamas each wore was a pair of well-developed young breasts, 
firm, round, with pink nipples and pink aureolae looking for all the world 
like vanilla ice cream mounds topped with untinted maraschino cherries 
surrounded by tiny pools of strawberry syrup. Even at this age the baby fat 
wall all but gone, and they had wasp-like waists, flaring out into growing 
young hips. And each pelvis had the faintest hint of natural blonde fuzz. 

Rhonda, the older of the two girls by twenty minutes, lay to the right of 
her sister, her right arm under her head as she listened to the sounds 
coming from the bedroom next to theirs. It was obvious to both girls their 
parents were about to make love again, and though they'd heard the two of 
them go at it hundreds of times, both wished to be able to see what was 
happening. In the past two years they had become more and more aware of 
changes taking place in their own bodies, and what they had once thought to 
be simple grunts and groans of modest affection, they now knew were sighs 
and gasps of coital conjoining. Hygiene and sex education classes in school 
had taught the two of them all there was to know ... on paper. Now they were 
able to more clearly understand the lewd whistles and wide-eyes stares of 
boys as they walked down the streets. But both girls were completly innocent 
when it came to direct knowledge of such things. Neither had ever been 
erotically kissed, much less touched. And it was getting to where their 
curiosity would soon be outweighed by certain moral fears their mother was 
attempting to imbue into them. Neither would understand how their father was 
willing to put up with the woman considering how rigid and unbending she was 
when it came to sex. It was a topic she refused to discuss with either girl, 
and it made her daughters feel somewhat inadequate as females. 

Barbara was the kind of woman who preferred her sex in the dark, though on 
occasion she yielded to her husband's insistence a small lamp remain lit. 
She never undressed in front of him, and removed her nightgown only when she 
was under the covers. Those few times he had thrown the covers back to look 
at her, she had blushed furiously, feeling deliciously depraved, but 
refusing to surrender to that feeling. 

At that moment, in her bedroom with Fred Menscher, her husband, she was 
wearing the red satin robe he'd gotten her for their anniversary. He loved 
the way she filled it out. Christ! She had the firmest, smoothest tits this 
side of heaven. He was already imagining the way they would feel when he 
pressed his fingers into them. God! He really felt like stuffing his beef 
roll into her tonight. The large, melon-shaped mounds pushing out the robe 
really grabbed his eyes. He could see the pressing outlines of her thick 
nipples. The robe was slightly open in the center, something of which he was 
certain his wife was unaware. He could see the milky whiteness of her 
delectable flesh, noting where it disappeared in a shadowy thin line between 
the two soft hillocks of delightful fatty tissue. The sash of her robe, 
pulled tight, only emphasized the narrow, hourglass shape of her waist. 

Fred was balding just a little, with curly brown hair thinning out on the 
sides, on top, and in back. He seemed to wear a perpetual frown, yet he was 
the one humorous member of the family. His daughters were crazy about him 
because of the way he always made them laugh, and because he was the one 
person with whom they could always talk. Although he looked five years older 
than Barbara, he was a few months younger than she. For all her stiffness 
and moralizing, his wife was one woman who truly knew how to take care of 
herself. She took special oil baths to keep her skin young and soft, and 
even now, at the age of thirty-seven, she looked like someone fresh out of 
her teens. 

The twins lay quietly in their bedroom, listening, straining, aching to hear 
everything about to happen. Some day each of them would become involved with 
a man of her own, and each was imagining how it would feel to match a 
sensation to the sounds they would shortly be hearing. For now, though, they 
would have to content themselves with listening and wishing. 

Seeing his wife had finished with her special facial cream which smelled 
like roses, Fred slid his body into bed, throwing off his own robe. He 
wanted action tonight, and he saw no reason to have to wear pajamas just so 
he could take them off. 

"Coming?" he asked. 

Barbara recognized her husband's tone of voice. Looking at his reflection in 
the mirror, she decided she had done quite well for herself. Not only was 
Fred a good provider, but he had kept himself in good shape physically, 
playing handball twice a week at a local rec center. He might have been a 
bit demanding, sexually but in the fifteen years they had been married he 
had never been overpowering. She knew he wanted some conjugal contact at 
that moment, but being a woman of good breeding, she refused to admit, even 
to herself, that she might like the idea. 

"Yes," she told him. "I'm ... very tired." 

She hoped he would leave her alone. Much as she enjoyed physical contact 
with him, her mind always chastised her body for liking it. She wanted to 
think of herself as someone with strong moral fiber, and though her body 
yearned for his penis, she was determined, as she was determined every 
night, to prove she could live without the animal need for sex. 

Standing up, Barbara turned to face her husband, brushing her naturally 
golden page-boy crowning glory. To Fred, her golden hair always tooked like 
a halo. He watched her slowly approaching the bed, beautifully angelic in 
appearance, and he felt his long, thick naked cock, rubbing rigidly against 
the covers, pulsating because it seemed to know it would soon push its way 
through another halo; the ring of gold hair surrounding her tight vagina. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she let her robe fall from her shoulders. 
Under the satin was a thin, opaque pink nightgown. It seemed to nearly blend 
in with her skin. 

Barbara could feel her husband's eyes on her back, almost as if they were 
burning holes in her. She shuddered, sensing the caress of his look. She 
left the small lamp on, realizing her body was making its urges more and 
more powerfully felt. God! Why couldn't she resist him? Why couldn't she 
simply turn her feeling off? Lord! She wanted him inside her. She could feel 
the teasing trickle of heat in the pit of her stomach, just at the base of 
her alabaster, barely curved belly where the soft, golden curls of her 
carefully guarded mound seemed to reach upward. 

It would be good to have his powerful arms embracing her, letting her know 
once again how much he loved her. After all, how many women, after fifteen 
years of marriage, had husbands who loved them as if they were still teenage 
girls? 

Silently feeling embarrassed because of her senses, keeping her back to her 
husband, Barbara slowly let her nightgown shoulder straps slip down. The 
pink bodice of the garment fell away from the large, white softness of her 
lovely breasts. She trembled hearing her husband gasp, behind her. It was a 
loud gasp, filling the entire room, traveling through the bedroom wall, and 
reaching the ears of the innocent young twins. Both lay there, remaining 
absolutely still, trying to picture what was happening. 

Barbara felt the cool air touch the tips of her nipples, and for a moment 
they started to contract. Then they began swelling from the burning desire 
inside her. 

Standing, her back still to her husband, she wriggled the nightgown down 
over her hips, exposing the tantalizing crack between her buttocks, making 
her husband's figurative tongue hang out a little farther. He loved what 
seemed like the sculpted perfection of her rounded asscheeks, neither too 
large nor too small, but with a nice, gluteal cushion built in. She clenched 
her cheeks tightly together, forbidding him to see the brown pucker of her 
anus. She felt it was terrible for anyone to see that part of her. 

Sliding under the covers, she lay down and turned to face him. She didn't 
want to see him looking at her total nudity. But Fred was not to be put off, 
tonight. He tugged back the covers, letting her marble-white beauty fill his 
eyes. She was a stunning vision, and Fred would never be able to understand 
why she always tried hiding her loveliness. 

He gazed at the wonderfully seductive curves of his wife, enjoying her 
beautiful nakedness. Christ! She had to be the most beautiful woman ever 
created. 

Feeling helpless with her husband's eyes on her, Barbara decided to cover 
herself the only way she could; with him. She knew he wanted her to sound as 
seductive as she looked, but she insisted on always being the lady. No 
matter how much she felt the urge for his throbbing penis, no matter how 
dearly she wanted it inserted in her womanly tightness, she had to behave 
with a certain decorum. 

"Come into me, Fred," she said, her voice barely carrying through the walls 
for her listening daughters to hear. "Come, darling. Take me!" 

In the dimly lit room, Barbara felt and saw her husband inching closer and 
closer to her. She was now flat on her back, furiously blushing because her 
thighs were spread wide apart, and the coolness of the sheet under her 
seemed more apparent than ever. 

Fred's thick, heavy cock seemed to bulge away from his body, and Barbara 
trembled a little, looking forward to feeling it inside her. It was always 
wonderful to feel the rigid pale invade her body. Even on the wedding night, 
when all she was supposed to feel was pain, there had been nothing from 
pleasure, perhaps because she had a little bit of masochist inside her and 
gloried in the small hurt he had inflicted on her to bring her to her first 
orgasmic summit. Now her vaginal scabbard waited to contain his masculine 
sword. 

"Honey," Fred whispered, hovering over her. "You are about to be devoutly 
and consummately fucked." 

"Fred ... don't ever speak like that," Barbara shouted, suddenly feeling the 
entire mood broken. "You know I hate that kind of talk. You know it...." 

"I told you we would fuck," he snapped. "And it's about time you came to 
realize it's a perfectly good expression. Now I'm tired of pussyfooting 
around your pretty little cunt. After all these years I think I have the 
right to say, spread those luscious thighs so I can ram my hot prick into 
that fiery little cunt-oven down there." 

Barbara huddled, trying to withdraw into herself. Fred had never spoken to 
her this way, before. This was a mood she knew nothing about. She began 
shaking and nervously twitching, but Fred purposely ignored this reaction. 
She had to grow up sometime, and this was as good a time as any. He wanted 
her to open upmentally as well as physically, and he decided tonight was a 
good a night as any for it to happen. Hell! He was dying for a rough-tough 
fuck, and if he didn't jam his throbbing cock into the seething depths of 
her snooty little pussy, shortly, he figured his cock might just blow up. So 
he threw himself roughly on top of her and pressed against the tenderness of 
her bare, soft belly, squashing so solidly against her she cried out, more 
for surprise than pain. 

"Fred...."Barbara snapped at him. "Not so rough ... easy...." 

"Honey," he said, loud enough for the girls in the next room to hear, "I 
want that hot little beaver of yours tightly wrapped around my aching cock. 
Yes, honey, cock! That's just what it is, a cock. And sooner or later you're 
going to call it that. But right now I can't put off any longer. I have to 
do it my way for a change, and not your way." 

Barbara heard a strain in her husband's voice that had never been there, 
before. He had a tremendous desire for his voluptuous, blond mate, and it 
was scrawled all over his straining face. His hands moved up and covered her 
large, ripe breasts, squeezing, crushing, messaging and fondling the soft, 
full flesh. His palms ground into her nipples as he pressed his pelvis into 
hers, rubbing the long, hard length of his pulsing dork against the pink 
tenderness of her juicing twat. 

His mouth grounded itself against hers, his tongue stabbing between her 
teeth with unaccustomed roughness. When he ended the kiss, he was still 
breathing into her mouth, as he said, "You're my wife, Barbara. You're mine 
to use and be used any way I want." 

He was terrifying her, and she felt like a helpless rag doll, completely 
unable to control herself. Frightened as she was at this moment, she would 
do anything he wanted. 

"Come on, honey," he gasped, falling back on his knees. "Roll over ... roll 
over onto your belly ... thatta girl ... now, up on your knees ... come on, 
come on, you can do it ... hurry darling, hurry...." 

His hands had roughly spun her onto her belly, and were now hoisting her ass 
high in the air, making sure she kept herself balanced on her forearms and 
knees. His hands firmly gripped her rounded hips, and the smooth nakedness 
of her asscheeks waved before his face. They moved so temptingly he kissed 
each buttock, and Barbara began blushing furiously, feeling a blend of anger 
and embarrassment push out any desire she might have had left. She felt like 
a store dummy being maneuvered into this terrible, humiliating position. It 
was embarrassing and awful, and for a moment she thought back to what her 
mother and grandmother had taught her. 

Men! They're all alike, No matter how nice they seem to be, every one of 
them sooner or later acts like an animal to satisfy his lusts. 

For fifteen years she had been able to laugh at that, snapping her fingers 
and pointing out what a wonderful husband she had. But now, for the first 
time, her kind, gentle, considerate husband had turned into a growling 
animal, and a tremor ran through her kneeling, nude form as she realized he 
was treating her like some kind of sex slave ... making her utterly 
dependent on his mercy. She realized if she stopped him now, he might comply 
with her wishes, but then he would be morose and difficult to get along 
with. Once, when they had been married less than a month, she had gotten him 
all heated up, and had abruptly decided not to let him satisfy his lusts. He 
didn't harm her, nor did he scream, but for the next three days he refused 
to talk to her. And even when she finally let him use her body, he still 
remained unmollified. It took a month for their relationship to return to 
the high plain on which it had been prior to her refusal of him. She swore 
she would never let that happen again, no matter how he debased her. But 
until tonight, he had never been overly aggressive. No matter what happened, 
she knew she had to satisfy him, some way or other. But God! She didn't want 
him to go on abusing her this way. 

Fred was gasping heavily, leaning over her back, breathing on her neck. The 
two girls in the other room could hear their father's heavy panting, and 
wished they could see what it was that aroused him so much. Inside, each 
girl was trembling, not knowing what it was she felt, nor why she really 
felt it, but she did know she wanted to learn more about what her parents 
were doing. 

Barbara strained forward as she felt her husband lean into her back. She 
clamped her thighs and buttocks tightly together, the muscles in her body 
straining as she seemed to realize just what it was he was going to do. She 
felt his hands reach beneath her, moving forward until they cupped her full, 
dangling breasts, pressing them upward sftid rolling the little pink nipple 
between his working fingers. In spite of herself, Barbara started when she 
felt his fingers squeeze her nipples. Her breasts had always been unusually 
sensitive, and her husband always seemed to know this, and took full 
advantage of the fact. He continued rolling the tootsie roll shapes of her 
nipples while he pressed his thighs more and more against her round, 
strained buttocks. The swollen thickness of this trembling cock pressed into 
the tightness of her unyielding crevice, rubbing up and down again and again 
until she finally surrendered and relaxed her asscheeks just enough for him 
to press his stiff wand between them. 

"Unnnggghhh!" Barbara gasped, feeling totally helpless, sensing the cock 
pulse lasciviously against her exposed flesh as she uncontrollably found 
herself grinding her tender body back against it. His rubbing hands on her 
beasts were driving her insane with a newly built passion, and she writhed 
back in an uncontrolled, erotic motion, because that was the direction his 
pressuring hands guided her. Heat was starting to well up inside her, and 
though she had no desire to enjoy this performance, bringing herself down to 
the level of a cheap street whore, tiny sparks of insane static caused 
unwanted desire to seemingly shoot from her nipples, while electrical 
currents of wanton lust zigzagged through the rest of her body. 

God! Oh God! She suddenly felt more obscene and open than she had ever felt 
in her life. It wasn't enough for him to make her bare her body to him. He 
seemed to be looking at her naked soul. Oh God! God! The day had been 
wonderful. It had been Sunday and they had been on a picnic, and everything 
had seemed so delicately delightful, what with the girls being around and 
all, and now her husband was ruining it all with his crassness. The wicked, 
evil streak in him had finally come out, and the worst part of it was, it 
was trying to bring out the evil streak in her, as well. 

Now she felt his hands sliding lower along the trimness of her narrow waist, 
his fingers gripping it for a moment, then sliding lower to grip the 
fullness of her white hips. Little by little he slid his hands in under her, 
reaching for her furry mound, digging his fingers into her tender flesh. 

"Hey," he gasped. "Your hand. Give me your hand." 

"Why?" she wanted to know, tears brimming in her eyes. 

"Just give it to me, honey. Come on. Reach behind you and get a good grip on 
my cock ... slip it into your cunt." 

"My God! How disgusting. You want to do this like two dogs? Never! Never!" 

Two dogs! The twins had seen dogs performing coitus, and they tried to 
imagine their parents back-to-back, but somehow the picture was impossible 
for them to conjure. No, their mother must be referring to some other kind 
of position. 

"Sweetheart, darling, angel, lovely Barbara," Fred whispered. "I love you. 
You love me. Who cares how we do it as long as we both enjoy it? Come on, 
grab it and stuff it into you. You know you want it. You know it. Come on, 
honey." 

Barbara sighed, feeling more erotic currents shoot through her, and finally, 
telling herself she was doing this merely to end it all the more quickly, 
she seached behind her, grabbed her husband's swollen cock, and felt the 
heated pulsations shooting through it. Each time she touched it she was 
amazed at the size of it. Each time she felt it it always seemed bigger than 
the time before. She knew that was impossible, but she also realized her 
mind found it impossible to visualize the true thickness and length of her 
husband's cock when she wasn't with him. She always wondered if she could 
take it all inside her, but somehow or other she always managed to do so. 
God! Sometimes she thought he would rip her cervix wide open fitting it into 
her, but it never had, and deep down, she knew it never would. 

Fred's fingers squeezed her ass at the top of her reluctant thighs, letting 
her know he was overanxious to fit his hard cock into her. God! This would 
be the first time they would be doing something other than the standard 
man-on-top position. The first time in fifteen years. Fred was excited. All 
his life he had been a faithful husband. Not that he hadn't had plenty of 
opportunities to cheat, but somehow the women with whom he could have 
cheated came nowhere near his wife. Better to fuck her the standard way than 
to go into all the different ways of the Kama Sutra with some woman not 
nearly as good. But now, at last, even if it was against her will, he was 
finally bringing her around to doing something other than the usual simple 
screwing. True, a simple screwing with Barbara was still a wild experience, 
but something different with her would be even better, of only because it 
was different. 

His hands squeezed her buttocks again, anticipating what was about to 
happen, and the pressure was so great, Barbara whimpered from it. She bit 
her lips to hold back the tears as she bitterly pressed the heavy, 
mushroom-shaped head between her open vulva, feeling the pressure make her 
tighten the elastic ring of vaginal muscle for a moment. Her heated 
cunt-slit was trembling, feeling so naked and helpless against this 
antagonist which would shortly fight its way into her. Oh God! She 
shuddered, trembling to think she should be in so obscene a position. 

Fred's thick, probing phallus began a slow, teasing motion against her way, 
open cuntal labia. It moved around as it pressed in, as if squeezing all 
kinds of hidden lubricant from her tensed walls. He pushed slowly, because 
her interior was still as virginally tight as it had been the night he had 
finally opened her up. Little by little he pushed in deeper, forcing the 
squeezing walls to reluctantly part. 

"Uuunnnggghhh Godddddd!" Barbara gasped, her fingers still encircling the 
base of the invading member, feeling it broaden as it pushed its way into 
her. She groaned again and again, her voice sounding strangled and coming 
out from between gritted teeth. 

In the next room, the two virginal teenage girls felt their hearts beating 
in their breasts as they almost felt the thrills they believed their mother 
was enjoying. The groans and moans were sounds they recognized as utterances 
of pleasure. Barbara, without realizing it, through all her anguish, was 
truly enjoying everything being done to her. 

The thrusting cock was slowly forcing its way up inside her tight, crushing 
vaginal tunnel, moving ever forward, plunging deeper and deeper into the 
citadel of her quivering body. Her hair-protected outer libia were being 
stretched more and more widely as the long, weightly phallus slid deeper and 
deeper into the teeming depths of her tight, vaginal passageway. The large, 
blood-swollen head was pushing the pink inner tunnel-flesh along before it 
in strong, rippling waves, and each ripple caused her to feel a stronger 
thrill. But her mind objected to enjoying cohabitation this way, andmentally 
changed the pleasure to pain. Each push of his strong cock into her caused 
hermental pain because her body was straining so hard to enjoy it. 

"Please...." she was begging...."please ... Fred ... not this way ... not 
this way ... let me turn on my back ... please ... you're going in ... 
uhhhhhh ... too deep, this way ... ooooooh ... you're too big ... uhhh...." 

But all her crying fell on deaf ears. Her fingers, like talons, clutched the 
sheet beneath her as she strove to at least keep her balance. She could hear 
her husband panting like a wildly excited beast as he continued powering his 
prick into her sopping, drooling cunt from behind. His hard, spiking penis 
seemed to drive deeper and deeper into her unprotected belly as her open 
vaginal lips continued involuntarily sucking on its base. 

Her mouth gasped in helpless torment all dredged up from her mind. There was 
additional pain in knowing her husband had continued thrusting his solid 
dork into her teeming depths even after she had pleaded with him to stop. 
This just wasn't like him. And the way his pile-driving cock continued to 
press into her made her realize he had no intention of stopping until he was 
satisfied. Her entire body trembled with helpless humiliation. This was a 
horrible nightmare. It couldn't be real. Even though the head of his 
enormous penis was not quite touching her cervix, it was drilling into her 
as if going in far deeper than ever before. God! She felt like a butterfly 
being pinned to a mounting card as the shaft of his shuddering cock probed 
all the more deeply into her seething cunt. She wept, turning her head from 
side to side, feeling the sheet under her wet with tears. Her breath was 
coming in long, loud gasps. Her heart and pulses were wildly throbbing 
inside her, threatening to tear through her breast and temples. For the 
first time she began feeling more than humiliated. She began feeling angry, 
and had it not been for the girls, she might well have even considered a 
separation. He was treating her like a tramp out of the gutter. 

But there was just so much self-punishment Barbara could inflict. After 
awhile, even though she wanted to deny it, the movement of his throbbing 
cock in her sopping cunt was becoming too strong for her to deny. What 
really made her realize her aches and pains were imaginary was the way her 
husband was probing into her with his throbbing penis. Instead of wildly 
pounding it back and forth in her body as he did when they joined in the 
standard position, he was fucking his lust-stiffened shaft slowly, 
rhythmically, and gently in and out of the velvety confines of her widely 
opened pussy. Gradually, Barbara came to realize she had never felt pain. It 
had all been imaginary, solely because she had wanted to feel it. As her 
gasping slowed down a little, the fire in her lungs was not searing agony, 
but burning pleasure. And she had to admit, in this position she was better 
able to take his weight. And as his moving cock continued its tender 
rummaging inside her, a new, warm delight began to fill her entire being, 
suffusing her with thrilling sensations she had never known before. This new 
position made his moving cock touch nerve-endings never before massaged. She 
still tried to find reasons to be angry to justify her not wanting to use 
this position. Her husband was now using her as an object to satisfy his 
masculine lust rather than as a wife. He was behaving as a strange man might 
with a whore. The position was a rude, ungentlemanly one ... Ohhhhhh Goddd! 
New, wild, unfamiliar thrills were racing through her widely opened viginal 
walls. 

Little by little she began rocking her buttocks from side to side, and then 
gradually as Fred's movement inside her became more and more rapid, building 
excitement to a new pitch she had never before known, she began writhing, 
twisting, turning, slamming her cushioned cheeks into him, and matching the 
motion and beat of his thick, long peter as it pounded into her body, moving 
deeper and deeper. 

"Ohhhhhh yessssss ... Fred ... Fred ... Fred ... mmmmmm ... uhhh ... don't 
stop now ... ooooooh ... don't ever stop ... uhhhhhh...." 

Excited by the sound of their mother's voice, the twin girls writhed in bed, 
spinning, churning, rotating, almost slamming against one another, yet not 
knowing enough to do anything with their hands. At one point they clung to 
one another, clutching each other tightly, but they had no idea of anything 
else to do. 

Thrilled by his wife's response, Fred began pounding more strongly in an out 
of his wife's tight, clasping, sucking pussy, feeling the welcome her heated 
vaginal interior was now giving him each time the head of his pulsating 
whang sank its full length into her. Her interior walls clung tightly to the 
thrusting pole of his trobbing prick, giving him a sense of strength and 
enjoyment he had never had with her before. He was finally the total master 
of his own bedroom. 

Beautiful bitch, he thought to himself. You're wonderful, and I love you, 
but in one respect you 're like all other women. Whether you like it or not, 
you were meant to be fucked! 

With deep, powerful thrusts he pounded against her responding asscheeks, his 
lancing phallus totally disappearing each time into the deepest part of his 
kneeling, bucking wife's accepting pussy. 

"Barbie, Barbie, Barbie...." he gasped. "You're wonderful. You still have 
the greatest cunt in the whole wide world!" 

His fingers gripped her thighs all the more tightly, feeling the soft, 
white, womanly flesh yield to him. He could feel his hard penis enlarging 
with every hard, deep thrust, and the noisy grunts coming loudly from his 
throat sounded like erotic love chants. They could be heard through the 
walls, and the two blond girls on the other side, in their own bedroom, 
clung to one another all the more possessively, wanting to find some way to 
relieve their own excitement, but not quite knowing how to do it." 

"That sweet little pussy of yours ... uhhh ... really knows how to ... ahhh 
... grip a man...." he grunted to his wife. 

Yeah! This was real fucking and not the simple act of pumping a cock into a 
cunt. This was what it was all about. It was something different. It was a 
breakthrough, and what made it important was the fact his wife was accepting 
it. Not only that, but if she accepted this, she would soon learn to accept 
other things. God! Just imagine being able to feel her wrap her precious 
lips around his cock. The one time he had suggested that, she had gone and 
thrown up in the bathroom. Well, having gotten her to go this far, her would 
soon have his hard cock pushing down her throat. And knowing his wife as he 
did, Fred was certain she would love it. Not only that, but she would really 
go ape when he was finally able to lick her swampy pussy. She always kept it 
cleaner than the inside of a computer. But she had always denied him access 
to her channel. What she needed was a little force. He had seen that, 
tonight. And he was going to give it to her every which way possible, for 
now on. 

Under him, his wife, still on her hands and knees, bucked her round ass back 
against his hairy thighs. Internally, she was still struggling helplessly 
with the passion totally overwhelming her. She was trying to feel ashamed, 
and the guilt would not manifest itself, at least not now. 

She felt Fred's thumbs press slowly outward, stretching the soft, white 
globes of her undulating buttocks, tugging them even farther apart so he 
could see the pink, wet folds of her no-longer-resisting vagina tightly 
cling to his throbbing cock. God! Because of this position, her cervix did 
protrude a little less, and as a result, he was really able to sink his 
thrusting cock considerably deeper into her womanly tunnel. God! He had 
never ploughed this deep into her before, and being able to do so was 
another milestone in his marriage. Grinning wickedly, he rammed his hairy 
pubis forward, raising himself the littlest bit, allowing the solid, sinking 
shaft of his throbbing cock to sink its last remaining half-inch into her 
tight depths, Now, and only now did his rubbery head touch her cervix. Each 
time he tugged it back, he tugged it all the way back until only his corona 
remained inside her seething hole. Then he would once again power it into 
her. Her slurping pussy was welcoming his thrusting cock back into her each 
time he powered'it forward. Even though her mind was confused, there was no 
confusion as far as her body was concerned. It could feel the thrilling 
orgasm deep down inside, and at this moment the only way to bring it up and 
out into the open was with the pumping action of her husband's strong cock. 
God! Her body was beginning to crave that feeling. 

Fred ground his naked hips right up against her pillowy asscheeks, rotating 
the thickly probing head around and around, over and over, doing his best to 
try and widen the tight, crushing internal passageway. His motion finally 
got to the woman. 

Barbara felt herself going to pieces. She was uncontrollably squeezing her 
inner cuntlips tightly closed around the throbbing base of his tingling 
cock, feeling maddening pinpricks of uncontrollable sensation work their way 
through her tender body. She thrilled to the weight of his testicles 
slapping against her clitoris, something she had never felt before. The 
huge, pounding, throbbing penis lustfully slammed into her sucking channel 
again and again, feeling wonderfully content. 

Barbara was lost in a mind-spinning daze of wonderful thrills. Blistering 
passion was building faster and faster in her body. She no longer thought 
about the debasing position she had assumed, and anxiously spread her 
welcoming thighs a bit wider, moving her knees as far apart as possible. 
Beneath her hotly writhing torso her anxious breasts pressed solidly into 
the bed. She could feel her nipples, thick and solid, as her body was 
constantly buffeted forward by each pounding slam of her husband's thrusting 
prick. The smooth, tingling dome of his stiffened phallus rubbed 
tantalizingly against the resisting softness of her womb-opening, building a 
wild, insane pleasure she had never felt in all the years he had fucked her. 

The sensation working through her was fantastic and unbelievable. Wild, 
ecstatic thrills trammeled through her naked body. She couldn't believe she 
was responding in such a strong way to this crude, animalistic joining. This 
was, after all, nothing more than a rape of her body by her husband. Yet, at 
this point she would have it no other way. She wanted him to do this. The 
subservience she felt was almost thrilling. When it came to something like 
this, she realized she still had a lot to learn, and she realized it might 
be time to let her husband teach her. Her being in control of their sexual 
situations had resulted in her husband's frustrated buildup over all these 
years. He was taking it all out on her body. If she left control of their 
sexual pleasures to him, she might well learn things she'd never known, 
before. There were new, different pleasures waiting to be felt. For some 
strange reason she now welcomed all this. What he was doing was building her 
inner orgasm to unbelievable heights. Her vagina was pulsating insanely 
around the throbbing pole thrust into it. She was on fire inside, and the 
only way to extinguish her inner flame was with the chemical compound 
shooting from her husband's hose. She had to have it, and as quickly as 
possible. 

"I'm ... uhhh ... almost there...." she gasped. "Almost ... almost...." 

She was calling back to her husband, but her voice once again carried 
through the walls. Her twins clutched each other, wondering what it was like 
to feel what their parents were undergoing. What kind of sensations ran 
through a body at a time like that? How did one go about finding it out? 

Fred saw the tendons in his wife's neck tautly stretch and realized she was 
on the verge of her orgasm. He clenched his teeth and let his weighty body 
fall against hers, pressing her into the bed, yet managing to push his arms 
around her thighs and deep them partially elevated so he could angle his 
powering cock deeper and deeper into her taut body. He thrust into her 
sucking quim like a maniac, thrilling to her squeals, knowing he was finally 
able to get through to her. 

"Go, Go, Go," he screamed. "Come on, honey, squirt that oily stuff all over 
my cock. Give it to me!" 

The immense, fleshy stiffness of his thrusting cock continued hurrying in 
and out of her tender body, and his sperm-swollen testicles continued 
massaging her anxious clitoris, providing another area of stimulation. His 
pelvis ground into the widespread crevice between her buttocks. Together 
they worked to reach the top, nakedly thrusting and heaving against one 
another with his belly pressed into luscious asscheeks. His swollen, burning 
cock drove all the way into her, feeling itself being devoured totally 
inside the slavering, sucking confines of her heated nookie. 

Barbara's hot, wet vaginal walls clung more strongly to his phallus each 
time he drove it in, making his retreat that much more difficult. The 
tightness let Fred know his wife was on the verge. A thrust or two more, and 
she would be over the rainbow. He could feel his own heavy sperm starting to 
leap forward, through the tube in his cock. The moving phallic pole built 
the ecstatic thrills in Barbara's simmering pussy to the ultimate peak as 
the jism began spurting into her. 

"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

He felt his wife's hot, orgasmic oils gushing around his driving plunderer, 
flowing along its entire length, then seeping down his taut, dangling sac as 
the testicles within rapidly drained. 

Barbara was gasping and whimpering, writhing madly under him, thrilling to 
the licentious sensations of his strong hosings as the white male cream 
rapidly filled her deep cunt to overflowing. 

"EEEAAAGGGHHH!" she bellowed, feeling the throbbing sensations totally 
overwhelm her. Pleasure flooded her, then drained out of her, sapping her 
energy, and at the same time temporarily sucking out the sinful thrills, as 
well. 

Good! she thought. My God! It's so good! 

Laying there, Barbara surrendered her entire body to the bed, totally 
drained. She was spread-eagled under the still-thrusting body of her anxious 
husband, feeling his weighty, sweating body all over hers. And God! It was 
still good. She felt his burning breath on the nap of her neck, and it 
tickled her. At the moment, she was totally oversensitive. Under her crotch, 
on the bed, she could feel a growing pool of wet stickiness. Her hair, which 
she had carefully brushed was now plastered all over her forehead. But 
inside she felt an unprecedented happiness, and she began to realize there 
might indeed be more to life than that which her mother and grandmother had 
told her. 

Fred remained on top of his wife, feeling cool air wash over his sweating 
back to counter the heat he felt from his wife's body, under him. His eyes 
were shut and he was breathing heavily, and he knew if his wife could hear 
his thoughts, she would pack up and leave. Now, for the first time, he 
suddenly realized he hadn't been thinking of his wife as he'd fucked into 
her. Doing it this new way had created the illusion he was fucking the young 
virgin she had been fifteen years earlier, and the only girls who now looked 
as his wife had at that time, were his daughters. He had pictured himself 
fucking one of his little girls as he had pounded his wife. Which one? He 
didn't know. They both looked exactly alike. One would be as good as 
another. God! He wanted to fuck them both. He should have felt ashamed of 
himself for thinking such thoughts. But he didn't. And as he lay there, he 
knew with certainty the day was not far off when he would fuck Ronda, Wanda, 
or both. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The twins did look exactly alike. Almost all identical twins have a slight 
difference, but it wasn't so in the case of Rhonda and Wanda. Naturally, 
their mother had dressed them alike in their youth, and the two had 
continued dressing the same way as they got older. Actually Wanda continued 
dressing like Rhonda. Rhonda had the stronger personality of the two, and 
could bring her sister around to her own way of thinking any time it pleased 
her to do so. 

Wanda had feelings, wants, and desires of her own, but she was a timid girl, 
and as a result, kept her feelings hidden. Because of her timidity, Wanda 
had remained close to her sister as they started high school. But as the 
term progressed, each girl began to realize despite their physical 
resemblances to one another, they were two entirely different beings, with 
different likes and dislikes. Rhonda, the more outgoing of the pair, liked 
being with other girls after, school, talking about boys, going to the malt 
shoppe, and even talking to boys. Wanda was the more studious of the two. 
More than a little shy, she avoided boys as much as possible. She felt she 
wasn't ready for them. This wasn't to say she was emotionally backward or 
not as well-developed as her sister. When she and Rhonda lay in there bed, 
listening to their parents, both had a strong curiosity to witness what was 
happening. It had not yet occurred to either to become directly involved in 
sexual activity. The only girl they knew to do that was Jane Norton, and 
what Jane did with the boys was spread all over the high school. It followed 
neither girl wanted her reputation compromised, and both were careful. 

But if either of the girls would have become involved with a male, the 
school would have bet on Rhonda. It never occurred to anyone Wanda really 
had a mind of her own. And the last person they would have thought her to 
become involved with was her own father. 

Often, on a Friday afternoon, Fred Menscher closed his shop and went home 
early. He did this because Saturday was a very busy day. He owned an antique 
shop, and people were always coming in and selling and buying the oddest 
things. 

The bout he'd had with Barbara, his wife, the previous Sunday night, had 
only whetted his appetite for more of same the following days, but Barbara 
was still too staid to believe in weekday sex. So Fred had gone to work as 
horny as the proverbial bull moose. Nor did it help to see a half dozen 
sexy-looking housewives come into his store during each day. More than one 
had hinted, at one time or another, that she was available for "partying" if 
Fred was interested. But Fred knew better than to fool around with 
customers. Still, watching the way they were wiggling their butts did 
increase the heated condition he was feeling, and at three-thirty he decided 
to close the store, go home, and boff Barbara whether she liked it or not. 

Reaching home, he walked into the kitchen and found Wanda drinking a glass 
of milk and eating a piece of chocolate cake. He followed her into the 
living room and watched her sit on the sofa, tucking her legs under her. 
God! She had really developed. Sheeshl She looked fantastic in her plaid 
mini-skirt and red blouse. 

"Where are your mother and sister?" he asked, taking off his tie. 

"Rhonda's at the malt shoppe," Wanda replied, letting him know who she was. 
"Mom went to the beauty parlor. She won't be back for about two hours." 

Fred felt himself starting to perspire. God! Just looking at his 
golden-haired girl, sitting there, eating the last piece of cake and licking 
her fingers made his cock throb insanely. Christ! 

"Tell me," he asked, perching himself on the arm of the sofa where she was 
sitting, "has your mother ever had a talk with you about boys?" 

"She told me to stay away from them," Wanda replied. 

"I mean, has she ever discussed the birds and the bees with you?" 

"Oh, daddy, I learned all about that in sex education class this term." 

Jesus! She was stunning. If he had any brains he would pick himself up and 
go take a cold shower. But looking at the young girl, he knew he couldn't. 
He had to fuck her! No, he had to do more. He had to do things with her her 
mother wouldn't do. God! If she'd only let him lick her pussy. Christ! If he 
could get that far with her, the rest would be easy. She was his daughter, 
but she was too beautiful to let some other man despoil. He had to fuck her 
himself, first. 

With Rhonda he might not have been so forward. The older twin seemed more 
set in her ways than Wanda. But Wanda was innocence, itself, and the idea of 
taking that innocence, of having her virtue seemed suddenly overpowering. 
Lord! He knew he was beyond self-control. If anyone else in the world ever 
learned what he was trying to do with his daughter, he'd be brummed out of 
the community. Yet he had to do it, and was more, he knew he could do it. 

"I think you and I should have a heart-to-heart," he told her, sliding onto 
the sofa beside her, putting his arm around her. 

Wanda moved back a bit, not quite knowing what to think at this point. It 
didn't occur to her her own father was trying to seduce her, but she was 
slightly irritated by his closeness. Not that he hadn't hugged her before. 
But this time it seemed so ... different. And when he did put his other arm 
around her, she felt her heart start to flutter. She didn't know why. After 
all, this was her daddy. He would never harm her. 

"Don't ... be afraid of me, honey," he whispered. 

"I'm ... not ... afraid," she replied, though she had to admit his telling 
her not to be afraid did cause her a little anxiety. Wast was he up to? What 
was he trying to do? 

And then his mouth was gently pressing against hers. Little by little she 
felt the kiss becoming more and more intense, and for some strange reason 
she found herself responding. Maybe she should have been scared, but she 
couldn't bring herself to feel frightened. In fact, feeling her daddy kiss 
her this way, she felt good, very good. She felt the heated saliva from his 
mouth mixing with hers as his lips opened, forcing hers to do the same. When 
his hand slid over firm, girlish breasts, she found herself moving, but to 
make it easier for him to touch her there. For some strange reason she felt 
as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She liked it, she liked 
it a lot. There was a certain something between her daddy and herself. She 
found her mind spinning wildly, knowing, deep down, her mother would 
disapprove of what her daddy was doing, yet excited all the more by this 
fact. His hand was sliding under her blouse, tugging it out of her skirt, 
sliding underneath, caressing her breast as he pushed her bra up so his 
fingers could at last feel the warmth of her flesh. And then his hand was 
undoing the zipper on her mini-shirt. 

"Daddy!" she gasped. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. 

"No ... no ... it's just that we should go up to a bedroom, where no one'll 
see us if they walk in." 

Fred accepted his daughter's wisdom and picked her up in his arms. He 
carried her up to the guest bedroom and shut the door, locking it. Then he 
placed her on the bed and slowly, very slowly, he began undressing her. She 
felt thrilled to be the object of her daddy's lust ... it was wonderful, and 
yet she kept wondering if it was really happening. She offered no resistance 
at all as he peeled off her outer garments. She suddently felt as if 
something like this had been fated from the beginning of time. Wanda was a 
strong believer in fate. And it all felt so wonderful. Everywhere his 
fingers touched her she felt on fire, especially when he palmed her naked, 
quivering, youthful breasts. Then he touched her flat, young belly, and she 
felt violent shudders trammel their way through her. And his hands wandered 
delicately over her thighs, her hips, and even down to her calves. Then his 
fingers moved up to tantalize the nape of her neck, and she suddenly 
realized she had that same funny feeling she'd had last night, when she and 
Rhonda had held one another very tightly. She was on fire inside. Her eyes 
were almost closed, and she was gasping, realizing she wanted her daddy to 
do all kinds of things. She didn't know what kinds of things, but he knew, 
and she wanted him to do them. 

A new shudder seemed to blast through her when he kissed the side of her 
throat. His nervous, moving fingers continued running all over her, but it 
was his kisses which were driving her wild. His lips felt so hot and moist 
all over her body, and she found herself pressing her body to him, wanting 
to feel as if she were a part of him. He continued caressing her small, 
delicate, breathtakingly beautiful form. His tongue trailed along her chest, 
sliding between her firm, pointed breasts. 

To Fred, she was her mother all over again. The breasts were smaller, but 
they would grow. In the meantime, the firm, pink nipples and arreolae were 
exact duplicates of her mother's, and when he finally sucked her berry-like 
nipple into his mouth, she even tasted like her mother ... soft and sweet. 

"Oh!" she continued gasping, mewling her delight as he continued building 
little bonfires of lust in her delicate body. His moving hands enhanced the 
thrills she was feeling beyond any sensation she had ever known. Soon, only 
her nylon panties, shoes, and socks remained. 

Now he was touching and kissing the gentle curve of her belly, careful not 
to approach the damp triangle of lint-like hair, beneath. Her white, 
slender, column-like thighs were trembling, as if anticipating what he was 
thinking. Yet the girl didn't know what to think. What was her father 
thinking? What did he have in mind? 

He remained silent, allowing his tongue to tickle her navel and make her 
squirm, almost as if he had thought all this out in advance and knew what 
had to be done. Even as he continued softly rubbing his lips against her 
tummy, he was slipping out of his own clothes, dropping everything on the 
floor near the bed. Only after all his own clothing had been removed, did he 
pull off her shoes, slide her socks down and off, and then hook his thumbs 
in the elastic wastband of the pink panties. He rolled them smoothly over 
her hips, tugging them from her buttocks and thighs, easing them past her 
knees, along her calves, over her ankles, and off. 

Wanda found herself gasping, panting", almost wildly out of control. Now she 
knew why her mother gasped so loudly. And it was only the beginning. It all 
felt so wonderful. 

When her father began slowly tugging her thighs apart, she offered no 
resistance. She watched his head move lower, feeling his hot breath on her 
fluttering blonde hairs, and now her own breath burned her lungs as she 
sensed her soft, exposed, moss-fringed vagina throb in anxious anticipation. 
Golly! Golly! Golly! Was he going to touch her there? Would he run his 
fingers up and down her outer crevice? Would he actually push a finger into 
her? She did feel his hands grip her asscheeks and slide her toward his 
face. 

Fred was completely overwhelmed with the closeness of his daughter's 
precious body. She had a litheness, a grace, a simple beauty that was so 
much her mother's, he felt thrilled to the extent he had felt on his wedding 
night, when he had first possessed Barbara. This was something totally 
beyond expectation. He hadn't realized how much had been missing in his 
emotions, before. The years had almost dulled everything in him. Sunday 
night, for the first time, he had sensed a reawakening of his thrilled inner 
self, but today it was as if he had been totally reborn. This was going to 
be the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. He knew it was going to 
be fantastic. 

His hungering mouth moved closer and closer to the puffy, light-haired mound 
of waiting cunt. He was anxious to taste her and unable to control himself. 
He stabbed his tongue between the thinly curling blond hair on her pelvis, 
touching the soft, tender pink slit of his young daughter's nakedly exposed 
pussy. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, her body trembling and pulling away at the 
unexpected moistness of the burning, flame-like touch. His hands firmly 
gripped her tender buttocks as his tongue slowly pushed forward, shaping 
itself into a little scoop. She felt something wet and soft, yet firm 
enought to part her inner libia and dredge into her young, untouched nookie. 
Little by little it slid more deeply into the tight, secret dungeon of her 
rampantly writhing cunt. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped again, turning and twisting. "Oh daddy, daddy, 
daddy...." she gasped. 

He lanced his tongue as far into her virgin tightness as it would go, 
drinking the sap she was emitting, thrilling to its flavor. His tongue 
licked against all four inner walls, feeling her inner, pulsing lips almost 
tightly clamp themselves around his oral digit. His hands pressed her white 
thighs a little wider apart, as if trying to make more room for his dredging 
tongue. God! She tasted wonderful. At least her mother had taught the girl 
proper hygiene. Jesus! What a delicious pussy. 

Wanda felt her entire body involuntarily tremble and shudder each time his 
scooping tongue sank into her, then withdrew, taking out the pearly fluid 
and swallowing it. She shuddered with each hot breath he breathed against 
her soft, moist lips, then thrilled as he used his tongue like a brush to 
"paint" the entire flat outer area of her seething cunt. When it rose to 
slaver over her clitoris, a new, blistering thrill shook through her as 
never before. 

"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped, trying to pull away. She felt overpoweringly 
sensitive between her thighs, and she needed a moment to relax. But her 
father refused her that moment. 

"Don't stop me...." he hoarsely whispered. "I have to keep on tasting it ... 
I must...." 

The tender, hair-covered outer labial folds responded in tandem with her 
inner crevices, moving as if his licking tongue was giving orders. He sensed 
her already flooded interior becoming a hot swampy delight as she breathed 
more and more heavily, becoming more and more aroused. Her hands reached 
down and tangled themselves in his sparse hair, and he realized she was 
pulling him deeper and deeper between her thighs though she was unaware of 
what she was doing at the time. 

Her anguished hunger seemed to increase with each passing second. 

Fred continued licking and slurping and tonguing the sweet, tender area, 
occasionally pursing his lips together and sucking the sweet dew that was 
dribbling from her precious crack. In his early youth, prior to marrying 
Barbara, he had eaten one or two girls, but it had been so long, he thought 
he might have forgotten all the things to do. Now, as he sucked his 
daughter's slavering hole, his hungering brain realized he had forgotten 
nothing. He was enjoying this almost as much as she. He wanted her to come. 
He wanted her to feel how good the whole thing was. Then he would be able to 
ease his own aching balls by fucking .the girl, because the beautiful blond 
Wanda would understand why she might have to endure a minor pain for a short 
while. 

His hard cock was shuddering between his thighs, as if anxiously trembling 
and awaiting it turn at this delightful, fresh, young vagina. It wouldn't be 
long before his stiff prong would crawl up between her thighs and enter the 
secret pink tunnel of delight. Thinking how it would shortly happen, he 
continued sucking her delicious, frothing hole. His lips made loud, obscene 
sucking sounds. Her long, excitedly straining thighs were widespread on 
either side of his body, her heels flailing the air. 

Fred's hands reached up and surrounded the firm, small, girlish breasts of 
his sighing daughter, squeezing her solid nipples between his fingers as his 
mouth continued to work at the luscious cavern between her thighs. His hotly 
probing tongue seemed to alternate between flatly rubbing her simmering 
clitoris, and pushing into the burning, pulsing orifice of her tender cuntal 
center. The tongue slid in and out, moving back and forth over the tiny, 
desire-swollen bud of her youthful clit. He could feel his daughter starting 
to tense and he knew her orgasm was close at hand. She shuddered under the 
ravaging oral attack, no longer able to fight off the feeling her father's 
mouth had brought down on her. 

Wanda's eyes opened for a moment to see her father's head pressed into her 
seething crotch. She saw the head bobbing up and down in time to the way his 
tongue was slurping through her. Then, with a low, wanton sigh from deep 
down inside her, she began humping her girlish pussy against his working 
mouth. She rammed steadily as if trying to tug in the entire tongue. The 
flooding passion-juice came spurting into his face as she screamed, 
"DADDDDDDYYY ... AAA-GGGHHH ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" 

Her body bucked wildly as her strong, slender white thighs clamped tightly 
around this temples, feeling tens of thousands of little goose pimples 
forming all over her smooth, white skin. Heavy beads of perspiration broke 
out on her forehead, while a slick film of sweat covered the rest of her 
orgasming body. Sobbing, screaming, sighing, her body totally out of 
control, she found herself caught in the midst of an insane holocaust. Her 
whitely straining loins jerked upward again and again as, with a scream of 
total, utter surrender she clamped them all the more tightly around his 
bobbing head, tugging his working mouth and tongue even deeper into her 
feminine pit. The lapping tongue continued dredging out the heavy, viscid 
fluid as the obscene oral digit continued flickering into her, repeatedly. 

All thought was wiped from her mind at that moment. She belonged completely 
to her daddy, the man who was responsible for her coming into the world. His 
wonderful mouth was attached to the delicate part of her being, almost as 
if, now that he had helped bring her out of himself, he was trying to ease 
his way into her body. He was performing a wonderful rite, bringing her 
closer and closer to complete paradise. Her wanton, aroused, shameless torso 
thrashed insanely around as her hips continued pressing around the 
voraciously sucking mouth. Her pulsation, young vaginal opening offered its 
entire hair-lined fold of labial flesh, thrilling to he way his licking 
digit found all her inner crevices and licked them out. The tongue continued 
to unmercilessly lap and drink, and the young girl suddenly felt another 
orgasm completely overtake her. 

"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, cramming her feminine flesh deeper and 
deeper into his anxious mouth. 

Fred felt each delicate fold of vaginal meat seemingly melt into his anxious 
mouth. The warm wetness of his working lips set her entire world to spinning 
again and again, making her brain flash with a display of fireworks she 
would never otherwise see. 

It felt so fantastic, Wanda was unable to stop herself from writhing. She 
was a total prisoner of the ecstasy shooting through her young loins. 

"Oh wow! Golly! Oh wow!" she continued sighing. 

Fred pressed his lips all the more tightly to her sweet snatch, enjoying the 
tingle of her fleecy cunt hair tickling his nose and cheeks. He continued 
sucking and licking, letting orgasm after orgasm shudder through her 
delicate frame. Only when he sensed her exhaustion did he finally release 
her sopping vagina from its oral prison. 

"Honey," he whispered. "You have to have the best-tasting little cunt in the 
whole wide world. God! Was that good." 

Wanda lay there, unable to move or speak for a few minutes. Her arms were 
wrapped around her father's body as he lay next to her, his twitching penis 
rubbing against her belly. She was acutely aware he had not experienced the 
same sensations as she, and as she regained her strength, she was determined 
to make her daddy as happy as he had made her. 

"What about Mom?" she asked. "Don't you like the way she tastes?" 

"Honey, your mother has never let me do this with her," he explained. 

"Well, gee, how silly can she be?" Wanda wondered aloud. "I mean, this has 
to be the most terrific thing that's ever happened to me. How could mom 
refuse you?" 

"Your mother thinks she's dirty down there, and she thinks I'm perverted for 
wanting to kiss her there. But one day soon, I'm going to do it to her, and 
when I'm finished, I have the feeling she'll never fight me off again." 

"How about Rhonda? Does she like this, too?" Wanda asked. 

"I've never done anything with Rhonda," her father replied. 

"Gee, I'd have thought you'd go after Rhonda before coming to me," Wanda 
smiled. 

"Why?" her father asked. "You're certainly no less lovely than your sister, 
and even if you have a quiet personality, it's every bit as nice." 

"Do you really think so, daddy? Do you really think I'm nice?" 

"Honey," he told her, gently tugging her thighs apart, "if I didn't think 
so, would I be doing something like this with you, now? I mean, if we're 
ever caught, I could be thrown in jail. This is against every law ever 
written. Yet I found you so attractive, I couldn't help myself. Do you hate 
me for it?" 

"Daddy, of course not. You've made me feel super. Arid I want to do the same 
thing for you." 

"How would you like me to do with you what I've been doing with your 
mother?" he asked. 

"Gee, you're treating me just like a grown-up. Will it make you happy?" 

"Of course," he nodded. 

"Okay," she told him. "Let's do it." 

He let her know ahead of time there would be a little pain, but it would be 
the last time she would feel any kind of hurt, inside. She told him not to 
worry, as long as he could end up making her feel as good as he had made her 
feel, before. 

He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her, and she could taste her own vagina 
in his mouth. And now she understood why he was so eager to do this. She did 
taste good down there. 

Little by little he positioned himself above her, between her thighs, and 
slowly lowered himself onto her. Now, for the first time, the young girl was 
able to appreciate the awesome stiffness of her daddy's hard, probing cock. 
It pressed against her soft, tender outer lips, trying to probe into the 
area where his much softer, more agile tongue had gone. She was about to be 
fucked ... yes, she knew the word. She had heard her father use it the other 
night, but she had also heard kids in school use it, and she was fully aware 
of the meaning of the word. And the best part of it was, she was going to be 
fucked by her daddy, the one man in the world who loved her and would be 
most gentle with her. But his warning about pain made her tense her body, 
preparing for the inevitable moment when it would come. She could feel the 
thick, smooth head of her daddy's throbbing penis rubbing against her 
sensitive clitoris. It felt good, but she realized she was too tense to 
really enjoy it, now. 

"Easy, honey," he whispered. "Nice and easy. We'll get the hard part over 
with as quickly as possible, and it'll be a joyride all the rest of the 
way." 

His penile point began gentle little up and down movements running the 
entire length of her smooth, wet gash, lubricating itself on her emissions. 
At one point, when his hard cock had reached the bottom of the scalloped 
slit, it began tentatively making its move, pushing into her. The heavy dome 
of the throbbing cock began pushing forward, slightly stretching her tight, 
virginal temple. Little by little it wormed its way forward, stretching her 
some more until the tip was halfway into her. 

Wanda had expected much more pain. She didn't even feel uncomfortable at the 
moment. In fact, she rather liked the sensation of the solid onionshaped 
head pushing into her. Heck! She could take this all day long. It was 
wonderful. Even though she would feel her interior being widened it was ... 
fun. 

Fred contented himself with moving the dome of his throbbing prong in and 
out of the wet, clinging furrow, building up his daughter's excitement more 
and more. Even though her last climax had completely faded away, new 
thrills, different sensations were beginning to slowly seep into her. The 
movement of his hot, hard flesh, pushing in the littlest bit, then 
retreating, made her feel as if a stalking leopard was trying to work its 
way into her womb, pacing back and forth, trying to decide when would be the 
most appropriate time. Golly! This was terrific. It was as different from 
his tongue, as his tongue had been from any love she had ever known, before. 
But it was no less exciting. She wanted more of it. She wanted to feel him 
push it all the way into her, filling her with its marvelous length and 
thickness. So this was what her mommy and daddy did all those nights. Oh, if 
only mommy knew how lucky she was, having a considerate man like daddy do 
this to her. 

"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered, feeling an intense desire to be totally 
impaled on his throbbing lance. 

Fred no longer bothered replying. He knew this was the moment of truth, and 
he had to get it over with as quickly as possible. For a few more moments he 
continued his maddening tantalizing of her vulva, moving his throbbing whang 
in and out, not hurrying, yet preparing himself. On his wedding night, he 
had psyched himself up before tearing through his wife's hymen, and all the 
tension had been for nothing since she hadn't felt a thing. But he was wise 
enough to know history would never repeat itself. Each woman was different. 
And his little girl could definitely be classified as a woman, in spite of 
her naivete and youth. 

"Come on, daddy...." she begged. "Do it ... shove it all the way into me ... 
I can take it ... you'll see...." 

But Fred only kissed his loving daughter's lips all the harder, wrapping his 
arms tightly around her, holding her so there was no way she could retreat. 
Then he slowly began inching his pulsing prong a little deeper, pushing the 
entire helmet into her, and pushing even more until two inches of throbbing 
prick were buried in her seething, aching young cunt. 

Now, for the first time, Wanda began feeling a little discomfort. It felt 
delightful, yet ... the inner walls of her vagina, where his tongue had 
barely reached, before, were first being stretched. Golly! She'd never even 
had a chance to look at her daddy's prick. She'd never realized how broad it 
was. Maybe she should ask him to relax for a moment until she could accustom 
herself to his size. Maybe that would be a good idea. 

"Okay," he told her, taking his lips from hers, lifting his body up, putting 
his weight on his palms and knees. 

She braced herself, but all he did was once again withdraw the immense, 
throbbing head until it was all but out of her. He pushed it in again, only 
two inches, and her widening walls were glad to feel his plunge. The caress 
of her soft, pink interior thrilled his body, and it took a tremendous 
amount of self-control to keep himself from simply tearing through her young 
body. The pressure of her vagina on his throbbing dick was incredible. She 
felt, in many ways, so much like her mother. 

Wanda moved in tandem with her father's thrusting penis. As he slid down, 
she arched up. Her excitement was starting to mount all over again. Yes, her 
young vagina could handle the immense bloatedness of her father's cock, 
after all. It merely took a little getting used to. She sighed and gasped, 
once more aching to feel all of him thrust into her. She wanted the full 
length, knowing her narrow chalice would stretch and comfortably hold his 
shuddering penis. 

Convulsively, she forced her thighs wider apart as she arched up, and using 
both hands, tightly gripped the two cheeks of her father's ass. She slammed 
him down, hard, jamming him into her with violent force. Fred had been 
totally unprepared for his daughter's move. The huge, thick, lengthy cock 
slammed into her narrowness like a driving wedge until the huge, 
sperm-filled testicles slapped against the upturned cheeks of her ass. 

"Aaaiiieeeyyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed. 

It was as if a stream of white-hot flame had been spurted through her entire 
system. She felt rended apart by the blast of wicked energy. Sheer agony 
tore through her tender self, and she jumped and screamed as her shredded 
hymen was nailed into her depths by the powering prick. She opened her mouth 
to scream again, and Fred clamped his mouth over hers, absorbing the scream. 
Writhing from side to side, she wanted to throw her father off, to be free 
of the weight she suddenly felt crushing down on her. It was impossible to 
describe the agony she was feeling. Nothing could ever be this bad again ... 
nothing. When she found she couldn't release herself from the pin driven 
into her body, she gripped her father's back, her nails trying to cut into 
his flesh. Had they been a bit longer she would have torn wide, bloody, 
tell-tale swaths along his back. She did everything she would to free her 
tortured vagina from the throbbing spike probing into it, mercilessly 
pressing into the farthest reaches of her agonized interior. But each 
movement only caused greater pain, and eventually she realized the only way 
to stop feeling pain was to lie perfectly still. Even as she stopped moving, 
her muscles remained as taut as steel cables, and her trembling body felt 
the fiery hurt, everywhere. 

Except for his pressing his mouth to that of Wanda's to keep her from 
screaming, Fred had remained motionless the entire time. He had not wanted 
to penetrate her this violently, but she had forced it. He was completely 
engulfed into her cuntal maw, and he knew the best thing was to leave it 
there and allow her agonized tunnel to accustom itself to his breadth. He 
felt her tears against his own cheek as he continued kissing her, but 
eventually he took his mouth from hers. 

"I warned you," he whispered, looking into her wet eyes. "I wanted to do it 
a little easier with you, and keep the pain to a minimum. You were too 
anxious, my love. Now relax. Just relax and take it easy. That was one hell 
of a traumatic experience you've undergone, and the only way to wipe it away 
is to bring back all the pleasure you enjoyed before, only with greater 
intensity." 

"Oh, daddy," she whispered. "It hurts so much! I never thought there would 
be this much pain." 

"Why did you have to hurry it, my darling?" he asked. 

"I wanted you to be proud of me, to really love me, to love me more than 
anything or anyone else in the world." 

"You have a lot to learn," He whispered. "Let it be enough for you to know 
that at this moment I do love you more than anyone or anything." He didn't 
say he loved her so much because at the moment he was pressing into her 
seething little cunt, and when he would be fucking Barbara, she would be the 
one he would love most of all. He had no idea whether or not he would end up 
in this position with Rhonda. Feeling the intense delight of Wanda's cunt 
surrounding his cock built the urge in him to want to fuck his other 
daughter, as well. But that would only come with time. Right now, he had to 
concentrate of the wonder of filling this sweet daughter's precious cavity. 

He became more loving than ever, kissing away her tears as he lay on top of 
her, saying, "Foolish little girl. I'm sorry you felt pain. Were it up to 
me, I would have spared you almost all of it." 

"It's okay, daddy," she sniffled. 

Oddly enough it was all right. In the past few seconds the searing fires had 
stopped running through her tender interior, though there was still a 
multitude of little aches in her. Still, in sexeducation class, the teacher 
had told all the girls the first time would be painful. Well, having 
experienced the pain, and knowing it was a one-time thing, she was able 
tomentally brush it aside. From the sighs and gasps of her mother, she 
realized this had to be a good thing, so the smart thing for her to do would 
be to completely relax, and maybe she would enjoy it as much as her father 
said she would. 

Before, when she had told her father she had wanted all of him as far into 
her as he could go, she'd had no idea just how deep she was. Now she was 
fully aware ... she was deep, very deep, and he was filling up the entire 
inner space with his long thick phallus. She could feel the heavy inches of 
his pulsing cock throbbing away in her interior as if she now had another 
heart beating somewhere inside her. The pain was still bothering her, but it 
was rapidly fading, and her vagina felt stretched and filled to 
over-capacity. 

And yet??? She suddenly felt a muscle deep down in her teeming vagina start 
twitching. It was keeping time with her daddy's throbbing penis. It began 
twitching more strongly now, and she felt her father's hard cock pulsate as 
if attempting to answer the twitch of her inner muscle. Now other muscles 
inside began pulsating and matching the twitch of her first muscle, and she 
could even feel her cervix move a little, rubbing itself against the elastic 
head of her daddy's probing penis. 

At this point she felt she was a very simple machine inside. She no longer 
had to think about what was going to happen. Everything was going to operate 
smoothly, all by itself. The very core of her inner being was in her vagina. 
All thrills, all enjoyment, all sensations emanated from within. She 
suddenly became aware of everything around and on top of her. She could feel 
every pore of her father's flesh adhering to hers. The tickle of his 
dangling testicles against her perineum and asscheeks built greater 
sensations to higher peaks. She could even sense his stiff pubic and scrotal 
hair touching her outer labia, and the feeling began arousing her. 

Wanda was afraid to start moving, but she did experiment with the movement 
of her inner muscles. She clenched her asscheeks, then tightened her thighs 
muscles. She put pressure on her heels, then carefully tilted her pelvis 
down a little. She felt the thrust-in rod move a little. Unnnhhh! It still 
hurt a bit. 

Fred kept his weight on his elbows and knees, letting his young daughter 
keep the initiative, for now, he had enough to do, concentrating to keep 
himself from having a premature ejaculation. That would be the worst thing 
at this time. 

Wanda tilted her pelvis again, and again she felt the stiff cock move inside 
her. It still hurt, but not quite as much. 

Now Fred slowly began pulling the immense whang from his young daughter's 
quivering interior. Wanda, feeling an inch of cock slip from its place 
inside her, instantly thrust her body up to recapture it, only she moved a 
little too quickly and felt a little pain as she engulfed the seething 
length. The next time her father tugged an inch of cock out of her, she 
waited a moment before slowly, carefully, inching her way back up along the 
thick length of flesh rail. And this time, it didn't hurt. Each time he 
pulled back, she would respond by recovering the probing cock. No pain, no 
pain at all. What helped was the heavy lubricant in her tight vagina, 
mingled with her virginal blood. A smooth, warm oily coating washed all over 
the walls of her tight nookie, as well as along the steaming length of her 
daddy's flesh drill. He began moving with a regular rhythm, withdrawing an 
inch, pushing back an inch; withdrawing two inches, pushing back two inches; 
withdrawing three inches, pushing back three inches. Slowly, very slowly, 
and very carefully and gently the throbbing cock moved in and out of her 
tight, flushed pussy. 

Wanda felt her inner body returning to thrilling life with a powerful 
vengeance. There was static electricity building in her young nipples, 
making them stiff and swollen. The thrusting pike of her daddy's masculinity 
was plunging forward and back in time to a rhythm only the two of them could 
feel. There was barely any soreness, now. Most of it had been replaced by 
the oncoming tingle she could feel. Electricity was shooting through her 
nervous system, reaching for her brain. Little by little she was raising and 
lowering her hips, speeding up her movement without being told. Her inner 
vagina was alive again, thrilling to each probing pressure, dancing wildly, 
enjoying the massive billy rammaging through it. Her interior muscles now 
clamped around the thrusting penis, gripping it, sucking on it, caressing 
and massaging it, not wanting to feel it escape from inside her. Golly! She 
was being royally, delightfully, wonderfully, and thrillingly fucked. She 
was loving every bit of it. Now she felt as if she were the aggressor, as 
her tight, sucking cunt felt it was hungrily devouring the full length of 
throbbing penis again and again and again. 

The tempo was speeding up even more, but what made everything feel even 
better was the fact her daddy was plunging his mighty spear almost all the 
way in, then almost all the way out, moving through the tender walls of her 
clutching quim again and again, making her wetter and ever-more-sensitive 
inside. Her inner lips now flowered widely open to accept all of him. Her 
mind drifted back to all those night when she lay in bed with her sister, 
listening to her mother's sighs and moans. Now she knew why her mother 
gasped so, because her own vocal tones seemed to duplicate the sounds her 
mother had made. From now on, whenever she would lay in bed and listen to 
her parents, her mind would once again feel what her body was undergoing at 
the present time. 

On the door of the guest room was a full length mirror, and from where she 
lay, Wanda could see all that was happening. She could see the way his pole 
rammed in and out of her fluted vaginal lips, and because of the way the 
afternoon sun struck her father's ass and her thighs, she could see the way 
her love-lips sucked on his male-bone, puckering outward on each of his 
withdrawals, then folding inward on each of his forward plunges. Each thrust 
was a welcome probe into her anguished, lonely cunt as the shining phallus, 
like a continually pumping oil drill, sank into the warm, dark depths of her 
squeezing interior. 

Realizing his daughter no longer felt any kind of pain, Fred took complete 
control of the situation. Wanda was more than happy to let him do so. He was 
the experienced one; he knew what to do. Each movement of thrusting dong 
into her squishy interior was a velvety thrust building her toward the new 
orgasm she was seeking. Having experienced what it was like to come with her 
father's tongue inside her, Wanda knew the next climax would be even better. 
She was getting closer, climbing higher, still reaching, anxious to feel 
that ultimate thrill. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled them wickedly into 
her, knowing there would be no more agony no matter what happened. She could 
feel the overwhelming sensation starting to close in on her, and she found 
it to be unbelievable. Her inner self was totally being taken over by her 
daddy's plunging penis. 

Her own upward thrusts were becoming more and more urgent, and she almost 
bit into her tongue. Her rich, pick aureolae began darkening into a suffused 
red as her aching nipples distended themselves even more. The first 
tremblings of an overpowering shudder began taking place deep inside her 
womb, where his thrusting cock couldn't even reach. She slammed her tender 
loins against her father's hardened prick as if she were hammering something 
into him rather than feeling him jam something into her. It was getting 
there getting there, at any moment.... 

"NOW!" she screamed, and her back arched up so high on the firm mattress, 
she literally raised her father along with herself as her knees tightly 
clamped themselves around his moving buttocks. One of her hands reached all 
the way down and around, grabbing for the dangling balls she felt beating 
against her asscheeks. Gripping them, she began squeezing, knowing a part of 
her had once lodged inside those golf ball-sized nuts. Hundreds of millions 
of other unborn brothers and sisters also lived there, aching to come out 
inside her. And they would do just that, but they would remain unborn, for 
she knew enough about douching to be able to cleanse them from inside her 
before one took root. She squeezed as if trying to pump the sperm from her 
daddy as she , herself, came. 

"Now! Now! Now! EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed long and loud, throwing 
herself back on the bed, writhing from side to side. Her hands released 
everything and flung themselves wildly around, and her body twitched beyond 
control. Her feet and legs kicked wildly into the air as her knees bicycled 
around her daddy's thrusting body. Her mother's sighs filled her ears, but 
they weren't her mother's. They were hers. Her body continued wildly bucking 
like an untamed mare in heat. Through it all, a sensation of oneness built 
higher and higher in her, and she realized she and her father were united 
halves of a single being. 

"Nothing will ever equal this again...." she gasped, but she was wrong as 
she felt yet another climax overwhelm her, and once again she screamed, 
"AAAIIIEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" 

She felt her father's penis swelling, stretching her narrow interior wider 
and wider, until it suddenly blasted into her. Hot, flaming, burning spurts 
of fluid washed into her as she heard her daddy bellow, " A A A R 
RRGGGHHHAAAG-GGHHH!" 

Her close, thrill-filled vagina began tightly contracting, crushing his 
shooting cock as if trying to squeeze it all out of him. To think, people, 
like the very world itself, were all born from the center of a blazing 
inferno. More and more sperm blasted into her moving belly as her pink, 
shell-colored pussy continued to vacuum in his molten flow. He fired so much 
into her, it began to overflow, and soon it was backing out and spilling 
down her white, thrashing thighs. She could feel the gooey fluid dripping 
onto her buttocks. Much of it seeped into the tight crack between and 
dripped into her anal center. 

Her father still had his semi-rigid dork buried in her tight, twitching, 
pulsating pussy. She refused to let him out. Golly! She would have loved to 
go through the rest of her life this way. This was really something 
super-special. 

The raging storm inside her was slowly subsiding. Little by little the 
thunderclouds were breaking up, leaving behind puddles and pools of white 
rain, but also making her feel as if her entire interior had been cleansed. 

Her father still had his forward weight on his elbows, struggling to keep 
himself from falling on her. He was panting heavily, and she could feel his 
limp phallus ready to fall out of her. Only her own muscle control kept him 
inside her at this point. He was looking down at her with smiling eyes, and 
Wanda felt good, very good. 

Fred should have felt guilty, but he couldn't. God help him, he simply 
couldn't feel bad about having fucked one of the most totally desirable 
females he had ever seen. Just because she was his daughter did not make her 
any less desirable. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Rhonda had really enjoyed chatting with the girls at the malt shoppe, but 
her watch told her it was time for her to hurry home. Her mother was 
insistent she set the table every night. It was a little price to pay, as 
far as she was concerned. Wanda was the one who had to carry out the 
garbage. Besides, it was Friday night, and she was allowed out to go to the 
movies. She didn't want to lose that privilege. 

Seeing her father's car in front of the house didn't surprise her. He often 
came home early on Friday. Friday was a bad day at the shop. He always made 
up for it though, on Saturday. Maybe he and mom would be going to bed 
together that night, and she and Wanda would be able to listen again. That 
would be fun. 

Entering the house, she was hurrying up the stairs to her bedroom to change 
into slacks when she heard the scream coming from the guest bedroom. She 
recognized the scream, having heard her mother yell that way many times at 
night when she was in bed with her dad. But the voice was not that of her 
mother. Besides, why should her mother and father use the guest bedroom? 

Going into the room she shared with Wanda, she stayed out of sight, but kept 
her eyes on the guest room door. And five minutes later her eyes almost fell 
out of her head when she saw her father and sister emerge, both totally 
naked. 

My God! she thought. How could Wanda do a thing like that? Worse, how could 
daddy do something like that to Wanda? This is terible! 

She felt a horrible ache in her belly, and put it down to the wickedness of 
what she had witnessed. But the truth of the matter was, she was jealous of 
her sister. 

She waited until her sister went into the bathroom and her father had gone 
into his own bedroom, then she sneaked down the stairs, opened the front 
door, and slammed it loudly, as if to announce she had just arrived. Then 
she went into the kitchen, carrying her sister's empty cake plate and glass 
of milk. On the way out, she picked up her father's tie and carried it 
upstairs. By the time she reached his bedroom, he was fully dressed and 
lying on his bed, as if taking a nap. She draped the tie on his doorknob, 
then returned to her own room just as her sister came out of the bathroom, 
also fully dressed. But there was a difference. Wanda had changed her 
hairstyle. She no longer had the page boy look. The bangs had been combed 
back, and her hair was parted on the other side, as if consciously trying to 
look different from her sister. 

"Hi," Rhonda greated. "Boy, do you look different. Why the change?" 

"I guess I just wanted to be myself," Wanda told her. "I mean, I think the 
time has come for us to stop acting like look-alike kids. We're growing up. 
We're individuals." 

"Makes sense," Rhonda agreed. 

Inside, she thought, Sure you want to be different. You want to make sure 
dad can tell you from me. Well, who cares, anyway? I don't have to fool 
around with my dad to learn things. There are plenty of guys who'd be more 
than happy to do things with me. I'm no bookworm. 

But the jealousy ate into her like a chancre. And later that night, 
listening to her parents go at it while her sister slept soundly, she felt 
even more jealous. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

All her life, Barbara Menscher had been listening to other people who were 
supposed to "know better" than she. She finally realized her mother had been 
teaching her what her grandmother had taught, and she was on her way to 
teaching her own daughters the same outmoded thing. The previous night, in 
bed, her husband had insisted they adopt another position, with her on top 
of him, riding him, and it had been so much fun, she had enjoyed three 
separate orgasms before Fred had finally come. There was much more to be 
learned, and she knew her husband was intent on teaching it to her. But she 
was afraid. She knew he wanted her to suck his penis, and seeing how large 
and thick it was terrified her. She thought she would gag on it. The one 
time he had suggested it to her, she had thrown up. At that time, she had 
been sick at the thought of swallowing his sperm. 

But since then, she had tasted it more than once, dipping her finger into 
pools of it on the bed and licking it off. She had come to like the taste 
very much. Still, the idea of letting him jam his throbbing meat all the way 
down her throat terrified her. 

Lord! She wanted to make the man happy. She knew he would eventually get his 
way and make her suck the thing. The only way she might accustom herself to 
it would be to practice with a smaller one, first. Using a dildo would have 
been foolish. Yet to suck another penis meant betraying her marriage vows. 
This was another sin. 

Sin? Damnit! Who had taught her about sin? Her mother, who had learned it 
from her mother. Sin? Hell! It was a sin if she got caught. But otherwise it 
was no sin. It was no sin at all. 

Cousin Larry, who lived across the street, was a teenaged boy who was 
supposed to still have a small pecker. His sisters always laughed about it 
when they used to bathe him, when he was young. Larry had to live with his 
sisters because his parents had died not long after he had been born. He was 
only sixteen years old, and was as timid as most rabbits. 

Perhaps it was because his penis was small that he never showed an interest 
in girls. Perhaps he was more interested in sports, thought he never 
actually indulged in anything athletic. Whatever the reason, he seemed to 
hibernate in his house on weekends, no matter how much his older sisters 
tried urging him to go out. Both sisters were as prudish as Barbara had 
been, and both had taught Larry to be the same way. Barbara was hoping it 
might not be too late for the boy. 

Strangely enough, Larry had always been a good-looking boy. Had he shown 
some interest in the local girls, there was no doubt he would have been able 
to have been a ladies' man. But his sisters continued discouraging him. He 
was a tall boy, taller than Fred, with dark hair and sharp features. And he 
was just right for what Barbara wanted. He lacked a sense of humor, so when 
Barbara would explain what she wanted, he wouldn't think she was kidding. 
The question was, would he agree. 

It was Saturday afternoon, which meant his two sisters were away for the 
day, working for Goodwill Industries. Barbara's daughters were out of the 
house, Wanda at the library, and Rhonda at the movies. Fred would be working 
in the antique ship. This would be a good time to see Larry and straighten 
out her problem. 

Crossing the street, she found the door to the house unlocked. She was 
considered "family" and could walk into the house without knocking, and she 
did so. 

The house was quiet and seemed unoccupied when Barbara entered it. At first, 
she was tempted to call out Larry's name, but decided to go looking for him, 
first. He was nowhere downstairs, and the house didn't have a basement, so 
she decided to see if her cousin was taking a nap. All the bedroom doors 
were open upstairs, and she peered into the first two bedrooms and saw no 
one. Then she looked into the master bedroom, and was almost shocked at what 
she saw. 

Larry was two years older than her daughters, and no mater what the size of 
his penis, Barbara had figured he would surely have enjoyed more than one 
female by now. But there he was, lying on his bed, with his zipper open, 
clutching his protruding penis with his fist. And it wasn't quite as small 
as Larry's sisters had claimed, but it was far from long. And it was 
definitely on the thin side. It wasn't much thicker than a 
pencil-flashlight. 

Seeing her cousin that way, about to masturbate, Barbara involuntarily 
gasped. Larry, hearing her, spun around. Seeing her, his face turned a 
bright red as he hurriedly tried pushing his skinny whang back into his 
pants. All he did was give Barbara a better look at his throbbing penis. 
Yes, it would be perfect for what she wanted. It was too short to choke her 
or make her gag. It had a neatly circumcised head, and though it was on the 
short, thin side, it was very, very stiff and capable of remaining that way 
until she'd extracted his seed. The rubbery head was an aggravated red. 

Larry was a prude, even by her own standards, and so Barbara wondered what 
it was that had caused him to suddenly decide to whack off. He used to call 
his sisters all kinds of wicked names when they wore low-cut blouses. 
Whatever agreement she made with him would be difficult to reach, because 
she thought he would vigorously refuse any proposition she might make. Yet 
she did hold a trump card at this point. She had caught him about to pull 
off, and if she spread that around it would embarrass him to where he 
wouldn't come out of his house for two or three years. 

Crossing the room, she sat on the edge of Larry's bed, preventing him from 
standing up. 

"Poor Larry," she whispered, smoothing a hand over his brow. "You're more of 
a man than most, only you can't see it." 

He was still blushing furiously when she wrapped her arms around him and 
pressed him to her body, letting him feel the swell of her breasts. She had 
purposely left her bra at home, figuring it would only get in the way. 

"My God!" Larry gasped. "How can you even come near me after what you saw me 
ready to do?" 

"How often do you do it?" she asked, still hugging him. 

"Ah, Christ! What does it matter? I can't find a woman, basically because 
it's wicked to try and convince a female to do these things without marrying 
her, and I'm not one for marriage." 

"It's time you grew up a little," she told him. "What you were about to do 
was for relief, whereas what you do with a woman is for pleasure. Your 
mother and my mother brought us up that everything enjoyable was either 
illegal, immoral, or fattening. Well maybe a lot of it is illegal and 
fattening. But when it comes to morality, I first discovered we each have to 
make our own morality. Larry, if you want to do it, and it doesn't hurt 
anybody else, then go ahead and do it." 

"You mean you don't think my masturbating is wrong?" he asked, pulling away 
from her and looking at her. 

"That's the least of it," she told him. "I don't think sex is wrong, not 
even for unmarrieds, as long as no one is hurt by it." 

The vibrating of Barbara's tits against his body, with only the thin fabric 
of the blouse she was wearing between them caused the impressionable man to 
feel a new, strange desire. Deep down inside, he was hot for almost every 
good-looking female he'd ever seen, including this cousin, and now that she 
was holding him so close, he felt a renewal of those burning desires. His 
mind began spinning, and though he knew he should have chased her out of his 
room, he realized he had gone without a woman all his life, and before the 
rest of his life passed him by, he had damn well better do something about 
it. Maybe Barbara was right. Maybe all this talk about sin was one big 
crock. 

"Poor Larry," Barbara whispered, moving up a little, pressing his face to 
her swollen breasts. 

His arms crept around the beautiful blonde woman, and he could actually feel 
one of her nipples poking through her blouse against his lips. He parted his 
lips a little and let the blouse-covered protrusion slide between them. 
Without realizing it, he was surrendering to a strong, passionate, 
unreasoning urge of flaming inner lust. God! This was the first nipple at 
which he'd sucked since being weaned from his mother's breast. He clamped 
his lips on the pleasure-promising nipple, and Barbara felt somewhat elated, 
realizing under all that nonsensical puritanism, Larry was as normal as any 
male. Feeling his lips press compactly around her nipple began sexually 
stimulating her, and the idea of being aroused by someone other than her 
husband caused the flames within to burn even more brightly. Intense blasts 
of rapture began coursing through her. How ironic that her first adulterous 
act should be with the one person with whom she had least expected to do 
anything. 

Her arms clutched his head more tightly to her, thrilling to his lips 
tugging on her nipple through the blouse. Even with with cloth of the blouse 
between them she felt flushed with an anxious fever. The sensitive 
breast-nubbin throbbed and swelled, enlarging to greet her cousin's sucking 
mouth. At the same time she felt moisture running rampantly through her body 
as her tingling cuntlips thickened with a surge of boiling blood. The 
shuddering extension between her thighs tingled delightfully. 

"Ohhh God ... Larry ... Larry ... I need you, I really need you. Please, 
please promise to help me." 

"Anything," he whispered, sliding his lips from her nipple. 

A force stronger than the ridiculous morality that had controlled them for 
so many years now permeated both their bodies, and Barbara hurriedly opened 
her blouse, baring her full, upstanding breasts to her cousin's eyes, 
offering his mouth access to the berry-like nipples. Larry felt wicked, 
evil, wonderful shudders blast through him as a white, solid breast with a 
thrusting nipple, surrounded by a pretty roseate was all but pushed into his 
face. He tightly clutched the luscious soft breast, sucking the nipple all 
the way to the back of his throat, while his teeth chewed on the soft white 
flesh outside the aureole. And the throbbing rigidness of his aching prick 
let both Barbara and himself know this was something that had to go further. 
Barbara had been depending on that, and this was why she had bared her 
breast in the first place. 

Barbaraa had always liked Larry, in spite of his morality being even 
stronger than her own ... at least until now. Now she thrilled to the 
shameless way he nursed at her swollen breast. She could feel wild tingles 
running like electric current through the breast at which he was sucking. It 
felt so thrilling, her other breast seemed to feel something was missing. 
Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it there. 

Now the situation was definitely beyond the point of no return, and she let 
her hand slide into his lap. She reached into his open fly and pulled out 
the small cock she had seen him handling when she had walked in. She gripped 
it tightly and tugged it out, making Larry jump. Even so, his mouth refused 
to release his cousin's swollen breast. 

"Ummmmmm!" was all he said as he continued sucking. 

"Larry," she asked, caressing his head. "Do you mean you've never had a 
woman?" 

He pulled his mouth from the rosy tipped orb and said, "Once, I sneaked away 
to another town, to a bawdy house, and I paid for a shameless woman of 
ill-repute...." 

He shuddered, feeling his cousin stroke his head. It felt good, really good. 

"Did you like it?" Barbara asked. 

"Yes," he admitted, turning red. "I liked it so much, I realized I would be 
tempted to return if I didn't do something else. That is why I do things 
with my hand. But it's never been the same." 

"Would you like me to do something to relieve you?" she asked. 

"I don't know," he shuddered. "It's so sinful, and yet...." 

"Well suppose we do something other than cohabit," Barbara suggested. 

"Can we really to something else?" Larry asked. 

"Of course," Barbara nodded. "It's apparent you need something more than 
hard relief." 

"Yes." Larry nodded, licking her nipple. "I do, I really do. Barbie, if you 
could do that for me, I'd always be grateful." 

"All right," Barbara told him. "But whatever I do, you must not stop me. Nor 
must you ever tell anyone." 

"Of course not," Larry agreed. "But what are you going to do?" 

"Just lie back on the bed and close your eyes," she told him, shifting her 
weight out from under him, letting his head fall back on the pillow. 

She saw his eyes were tightly shut, and smiled. Now she had to get up the 
courage to suck that quivering reed of penis. Bowing her head, she leaned 
forward and stared at the small spike. It was red all over, though the head 
was an almost brilliant carmine. She saw the network of blue veins winding 
their way through the phallic nail, and watched the head expand and contract 
as she breathed on it. For some reason the wildest, giddiest thrill began 
coursing through her, and in her mind she saw the red prick as a cherry 
sucker, candy from top to bottom. Without pausing to think, she leaned 
forward and lapped at the shuddering, upstanding stalk. 

"Unnnhhh!" Larry gasped, his small cock jerking spasmodically. "Ohhh ... 
Barbie ... u-nnnhhh ... oh God! That's ... oooo'ooh...." 

Barbara had finally captured the full plumb of his red, pulsing peckerhead 
between her lips and she was warmly sucking and licking it, thrilling the 
man as he had never been thrilled before. Her own body was wildly shuddering 
and pulsating, feeling the strangest sensation course through her simply 
because she had the heated head of her cousin's cock in her mouth. She 
continued sucking on it, realizing she was enjoying it, feeling minor 
quivers shoot through her as if she were having a series of very small, 
continuous orgasms. Her fingers dipped into his fly and pulled out his 
testicles, caressing them, feeling her fingers catch in the bristly hairs 
surrounding the genitalia. 

"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" he shouted, and his entire body heaved as he almost 
spurted his sperm then and there. 

Almost wasn't good enough for Barbara. She had to make sure she could 
swallow the sperm as it came from the shuddering flesh-tube, and so she 
sucked all the more strongly, squeezing and kneading his balls. Her mouth 
pulled varaciously, and she felt the tiny cock stiffen and swell. He was 
going to come, after all. Well that was only reasonable, all things 
considered. A hot, sucking mouth leeching on his boner should be more than 
enough for an instant orgasm, considering the man hadn't been with a woman 
in God-knew-how-long. 

The hot, thick, gluey substance began spurting into her mouth as his entire 
body heaved upward, trying to keep the full length of his throbbing cock 
shoved down her throat. Larry wanted to tear his hair out, the sensations 
pulsing through him were so strong. 

Barbara had her eyes closed and her mind blank as she sucked, frightened she 
would gag and throw up again if she permitted herself to think. But as she 
sucked, the flavor of his seed reached her brain, and far from feeling sick, 
she realized she liked it a lot. Even as he continued spurting, she hungrily 
drank the gooey semen, thrilling to the flavor of it. But she had hardly 
felt his penis in her throat. Worse, doing this had made her hotter than 
ever, and she needed some form of relief. She wondered if she could make 
Larry hard again, after awhile, and perhaps convince him to do things for 
her, as well. She was entitled to something for her efforts. 

For the next two hours Barbara talked with Larry, though not once did he 
attempt to close his fly. And as time began passing, she saw his penis start 
growing again. This time he would take a little longer to come, and this 
time she would truly be able to appreciate what it was like to suck on a 
penis. Those few seconds she had masticated Larry's throbbing putz had been 
delightful. She'd never realized a cock could taste so good. Well this time 
she wanted to really enjoy it. If she liked it enough, she knew she would be 
able to suck on her husband's larger, thicker penis without any fear, at 
all. 

"Would you like to try it again?" she asked her cousin. "I mean, a 
repetition could be no more sinful than anything we've already done." 

"Why do I have the feeling you're making fun of me?" he asked. 

"I'm not," she told him, seductively rising and undoing the buttons on her 
blouse. 

"You are," he insisted as she, with a deft movement, pulled the blouse open, 
revealing her full, upstanding breasts. 

Larry gasped, his tongue hanging out at the sight of her full breasts. He 
knew this was even more sinful, but he also knew he didn't give a damn 
anymore. Living the life of a pure man had been very painful. From now on, 
he intended enjoying life, no matter what kind of damnation he faced in the 
afterlife. 

He stared at the way her full, white breasts quivered, and he could see her 
firm, pink nipples hardening under his gaze. Barbara raised her arms over 
her head, tautening her full breasts, and she pirouetted, making him feel 
hotter than ever. 

Larry wanted to step forward and gather his beautiful cousin in his arms, 
but Barbara was already undoing her skirt. She let it fall in a pool at her 
feet and stepped out of it. She stood there after that, wearing her platform 
shoes, pantyhose, and a pair of bikini panties under the hose. 

Kicking off her shoes, Barbara slipped her fingers into the waistband of 
both, her panties and pantyhose, and began pulling them down, very, very 
slowly. When the first golden strands of her gleaming vaginal hair came into 
view, she stopped and looked at her cousin with teasing eyes. 

The teenager was inflamed from head to toe, and his rigid whang kept 
spinning in the air, letting her know how hot he had become for her, all 
over again. He was trembling, all eager and anxious to do anything to please 
her. 

Barbara had her full, voluptuous hips spinning and rotating as her hands 
drew the panties and pantyhose lower, and her red-painted nails trailed 
across the sensitive flesh of her undulating, oversensitive pubic area. She 
had never realized how much fun it was to tease a man, before. Her husband 
would have done almost anything for her to have behaved this way with him, 
and watching her cousin's reactions, she vowed the lights would always be on 
in their bedroom, and she would peel facing Fred instead of turning her back 
to him all the time. She would undress slowly, provocatively, as she was 
doing now. She slid the undergarments lower now, giving Larry a glimpse of 
her blonde bush in its entirety. She had everything down around her knees 
now, and Larry could see the strands nearest her crotch all soaked and 
sticky. And then, everything was gone. She kicked free of the garments, 
standing there totally naked. Approaching her cousin, Barbara swiveled her 
hips seductively, and pressed her full breasts into his shirt. She could 
feel his throbbing whang trying to poke holes in her belly as her hands 
reached out and undid Larry's belt. This time she wanted him as naked as 
she. A moment later, after pulling both, his pants and underpants over his 
outstanding cock, she let everything fall to the floor. Her fingers reached 
down and tightly, lovingly, thrillingly encircled the small shaft, 
squeezing. A low moan came from her cousin's mouth, and he automatically 
pushed his hips forward, egged on the strong, fiery thrills coursing through 
his nervous system. He almost felt ready to explode all over again. It was a 
good thing he had come once before. Now he had some minor semblance of 
control over himself. Both her palms pressed together now, with his 
throbbing prong flatly pressed between them. 

Larry was gasping, almost wheezing for air as he tore his clothes from his 
body. In less than thirty seconds he was as naked as she, his anxiously 
throbbling phallus twitching a bit more with each passing second, matching 
his throbbing pulsebeats. He could hold back no longer. Reaching out, he 
pulled Barbara to him, crushing her full, cushioned breasts against hers, 
and when she parted her lips, his tongue lanced against hers, tasting some 
small residue of his own semen on her breath. She was sucking on his lingual 
digit with wordless passion. 

"God!" he gasped, blaspheming by taking the Lord's name in vain. "I want you 
to do it again, Barbie. I want you to suck my cock." 

She wordlessly nodded her head, pressing her mouth to his again, once again 
letting him savor the mixture of her saliva and his sperm. This wwas exactly 
what she wanted. And though she had wanted to do it earlier to see if she 
could do it, the urge in her now was to do it for pleasure; her own 
pleasure. She wanted to feel the full length of his small penis run through 
he mouth. Even as she thought of it, she began to think it really was too 
small for her to get the full enjoyment she was seeking. Thank God her 
husband had a longer, fatter cock. His would really give her ultimate 
pleasure. But her husband was working right now, and Larry was here. So she 
had to make do with what she had. 

Together they sank nakedly onto the bed. Larry lay with his thigh thrown 
over hers, feeling his hard cock rub against her thigh as his chin pressed 
into her shoulder and their breathing seemed to shudder as one. Their 
closeness excited each of them even more. 

Barbara could feel the skinny little poker, all hot and twitchy, lying 
across her thigh, noting the way it seemed to pulsate in time to the way 
they jointly breathed. 

"Ready for me to start sucking?" she hotly whispered in his anguished ear. 
The sounds of her lewd question felt as exciting to her as she knew they did 
to him. 

"God, Barbie, yes, yes, do it, now!" 

She began slowly, licking his throat, kissing his shoulders, then moving the 
tip of her tongue toward his hairy chest, letting is slide across his 
masculine nipples. 

Larry had never realized how sensitive his nipples were. As she continued 
licking them, he felt a strong, wild sensation zing through his body, and he 
writhed, letting him know she was really getting to him. He was completely 
unaware she was as new to this as he, never having been the aggressor 
before. 

Barbara knew she had a lot to learn about the male body in spite of being 
pumped by her husband every weekend for fifteen years. Well she would learn, 
she would definitely learn. As if to emphasize the fact to herself, she 
reached down and gripped her cousin's throbbing cock while her tongue worked 
lower and lower along his flat belly. Wild sensations were running through 
her body now, and she first really discovered the pleasure her husband 
received from doing things. As her tongue reached Larry's navel, she felt 
his entire body tremble and shake beneath her and wild pleasures blistered 
their way through her, letting her know he was really feeling and enjoying 
everything. 

God! God! God! She had been so blind all these years. Thank God she was 
waking up before it was too late. And at the same time she was awakening her 
cousin to the same facts of life, pulling him out of the stifling existence 
he had built around himself. 

The tickling hairs on his belly teased her tongue, making erotic thrills 
move through her. Her mouth worked lower and lower, and at the same time she 
was twisting her own body around until it was at a right angle to that of 
Larry. As her sweet, beautiful face approached his loins, her hand began 
jerking his throbbing penis all the more quickly. Her moist, creamy lips 
were less than an inch away from the lust-swollen point, and she opened her 
mouth and began breathing hotly all over the phallic extension. The hot 
breath flowed over the most prick-head, making it swell as it never had, 
before. 

"My God!" Larry gasped. "My God! Suck it, Barbie. Suck it like you did 
before. Make me come again!" 

She heard the lewd words come groaning out of his throat, and she knew, for 
better or worse, her cousin would never be a puritan again. She wondered 
what Fred would think if he saw her doing this with Larry, the world's 
formerly formost male prude. He would probably scream his head off. 

Anxious to taste the shuddering cock again, she let her tongue slither out, 
it's pink point coming into hot, moist contact with the ultra-sensitive head 
of his anxiously pulsating penis. She licked in a circle, lapping the 
smooth, elastic flesh, feeling him writhe under her. He groaned and moaned, 
twisting because of the cruel teasing she was giving him. Oh yes, she was 
learning fast, and this time she knew enough to tongue-tease his pulsating 
whang just a little bit more before absorbing it into her sucking mouth. The 
slow, lapping tongue found the sticky drops of oily lubricant seeping from 
the narrow slit in the expanded head. Her hand gripped the cock more 
tightly, and her tongue began flicking in and out of the simmering 
head-slit. The tangy taste, enhanced by some hidden drops of seminal fluid 
now forced to ooze out as well, made her drool as her nostrils widened. Her 
other hand slid under his testicles, cupping them, letting her nails graze 
across the hairy, wrinkled flesh of the leathery scrotum. Her other hand 
continued to tightly grip the hairy base of his cock and squeeze, yanking up 
and down, pulling some of the hairs. She used her thumbnail to circle the 
head, lightly teasing the rim of the sensitive corona, making it shudder and 
turn a richer red. And all the while her tongue continued moistening the 
glans and her lips kept kissing the underside. Now she started planting her 
warm, moist kisses all the way around it, starting at the tip and tracing a 
hot path down the full length of it to the base where she felt the 
pulsations in the throbbing cock at their strongest. Then she licked her way 
back up again until the point of her tongue was lapping at the flushed tip. 
She played for a long, long time, not wanting to suck it until she felt he 
was really ready. 

She enjoyed the sensation of his throbbing prick as it rubbed against her 
tongue again and again. She liked the feel of the heated pole as compared to 
the rubbery, mushroom-shaped head. Her mouth enjoyed the different textures 
of his flesh, noting how much of a difference there was between the head of 
his pulsating cock, the shaft of the heavy phallus, and the wrinkled flesh 
of the scrotal sac. She wanted to take the test of the afternoon and really 
enjoy what she was doing. 

But Larry could take no more. For the first time he allowed himself to 
become a little aggressive. He reached down, grabbed her blonde hair, and 
stabbed his loins up with the power of a raging stallion. Taken by surprise, 
Barbara resisted for a moment, then felt the thick, spongy point crammed 
between her lips, parting her teeth as it moved all the way into the depths 
of her mouth. Her warm, bubbly saliva surrounded the probing prick, 
moistening it even more. She could feel the stiff pole of hotly twitching 
flesh run itself almost into the full length of her tongue. Had it been 
longer it would have embedded itself into her throat. 

For a moment Barbara was afraid she would choke again, and she shut her 
eyes. But no, it was an unnecessary fear. The hard cock couldn't reach into 
her esophagus and harm her. More sputum filled her mouth, flooding it, 
bathing the throbbing pole of her cousin's thrusting cock. It protruded like 
a fleshy wand from between her sucking lips. 

"Barbie, Barbie, your mouth is the greatest," Larry gasped. 

Even though he lay beneath her, he began bounching his buttocks on the 
mattress, starting a slow, undulating rhythm of cock through her mouth. He 
was fucking her mouth much the way she had moved her lips over his cock, 
earlier. Only he was the one doing all the work. 

"Tighten those lips," Larry gasped. "Come on, Barbie, tighten those lips and 
really start sucking." His voice was hoarse with desire. 

Barbara was anxious to obey, enjoying the resisting pressure of his hard 
cock as she tightened her lips around it. She felt wild thrills shoot 
through her, enlarging in her body, making her hotter by the moment. The sap 
was leaking from her own cunt as running down her anxious thighs. This made 
her suck all the harder, an oral succubus, wildly lathering her tongue 
around and around the throbbing cock, feeling it sliding in and out of her 
mouth as he pumped all the faster. Her head began bobbing like a buoy in a 
storm. The thrilling sensations of doing something on her own, of having 
initiated this, prevaded her firm, white body in warm, tingling ripples of 
thrilling excitement. Submissive sighs were locked behind her sucking lips 
as his hard cock thrust faster and faster into her mouth. She knew he had 
another load of whitewash to give her, and she wanted it. 

God! She was almost a sperm-addict at this point. She wanted to feel it 
flood her mouth again, but this time she wanted so much it would seep out 
the sides and run down her cheeks and jaws in white, sticky rivulets. Yes, 
cocksucking was delightful. 

Larry looked down the length of his body, staring at the up-and-down 
movement of his cousin's head as her mouth continued to deliciously labor on 
his glistening cock, making it disappear between her lips again and again. 
He could feel the wild, sucking pressure increase as her tongue attempted to 
clamp his cock between itself and her palate. Because she was at a right 
angle to him, her profile was turned to him, and the golden cascade of short 
hair looked like a shiny waterfall against her cheeks as her chin pressed 
into his thigh. The hair almost blotted out the lewd, passionate look on her 
face as she vividly sucked. Flaming spasms shot through his shuddering body 
as her wet, slithery tongue, like liquid velvet, wrapped around the 
ultra-sensitive point of his throbbing penis. 

At that moment Larry realized how much she was enjoying herself. And if that 
was the case, then he could enhance his own enjoyment by not only receiving, 
but giving. Hell! She was so stunning, so beautiful, he had to enjoy doing 
something to her while she was doing something to him. His hungry eyes 
roamed over the rich contours of her heavenly, white body as it crouched in 
obeissant wantonness at his side, her mouth submissively draining him of all 
the stupidity that had ruled him for some many years. 

Reaching out with his hand, he caressed one of her smooth, round flanks. He 
reached all the way out, sliding his fingers under her and into the curve of 
her belly leading between her thighs. Now he touched the yellow tuft of soft 
hair. His hand slid around the outside of her rump and into the crevice 
between her buttocks, then moved forward and down, seeking the tender, pink 
wetness of her sucking pussy. He found what he was seeking and anxiously 
pushed fingers into her softness, exploring the slippery vaginal pathway. 
And all the while her mouth clung tightly to his solid, upstanding pike, her 
cheeks sucking in with the effort whe was expending. 

God! Larry thought. Watching his beautiful cousin continue to expertly twine 
her lips around his pulsing peter was becoming too much for him. Her rich, 
velvety body seemed to sway with each of her oral movements, and he decided 
he could no longer hold back. He had to join in and do something, himself. 
Even so, he had no intention of removing his hard cock from the hot, 
liqueous receptacle of her leeching mouth. But if she could suck his cock, 
he could certainly perform a like service on her own genitalia. 

He started tugging her whitely rounded asscheeks toward his head. Her eyes 
glanced sideways at him, curious what he was trying to do, yet not once did 
she pull her lips from his swollen, narrow phallic extension, nor did she 
miss a stroke. 

Was it possible, she wondered. Had she drawn Larry so far out of his cocoon 
he was willing to go ahead and lick her dribbling vagina. He continued 
pulling her toward him, and soon both knees were near his head. 

Larry wrapped both hands tightly around the softness of her hips, and with a 
strength born of wild rapture raised her and brought her down so her knees 
surrounded his head. Her wonderful, naked, crouching body was hovering 
directly over his face. He could look straight up and see the blonde-bearded 
pink slash. He could also see the brown pucker of her tight asshole. His 
arms were outside her thighs, so he was able to reach up and use his fingers 
to carefully part the blonde fluff on her mount of venus. Now he was able to 
fully appreciate the wet, lovely coral interior of her steaming slot. His 
thumbs moved into her vagina and tugged the labia apart, letting the hot oil 
from within slide down the palms of his hands, onto his wrists and forearms. 
The small, vellicating bud of her delicate clitoris popped into view, 
released from its membraneous prison. He gazed up for a moment, delighting 
in what he felt was a helplessly exposed position on the part of his cousin. 
Yes, it was wavering there, just waiting for the pressure of his tongue. He 
licked out, anxious to taste her, knowing she would be even more delicious 
to him than he was to her. What happened was something far more than he 
expected. The woman froze for an instant, then her entire body shuddered 
spastically at this completely unexpected assault. Her head jerked up and 
back, almost completely releasing the throbbing phallus between her lips. 
When he licked again, her head jerked higher, and the entire cock totally 
slipped from between her lips with a short "pop." He felt cool air cover his 
spit-wet dong, and he clamped his arms all the more tightly around Barbara's 
rump to keep her from completely leaping clear of him. One of his hands 
reached along the length of her back, came to the nape of her neck, then 
pressed on the cap of her blonde head, pushing her soft, hot mouth back down 
over his swollen little penis-point. She almost choked he shoved her head 
down so fast. All that saved her was his short length. 

"Don't stop," he gasped. "For God's sake, don't stop now, Barbie. Suck it! 
Deep on sucking it!" 

Even as he spoke his mouth was gluing itself to her vaginal slot, and the 
sounds of his voice were muffled. Sweat covered his entire face. It was 
running down his neck in rivulets, falling onto the bed. 

Positioning her hips again, he let his tongue shoot out and wickedly lap at 
the tender sensuousness of her quivering clitoris. She groaned above him, 
her hips trembling from the thrilling, heated impact of his burning, knifing 
tongue. But this time she kept her lips tightly clamped around the 
trembling, stolid little pecker he was trying to thrust into her throat. As 
he road his cock through the tight clench of her mouth, he began sliding his 
own tongue along the full length of her own simmering pussy crack, flicking 
it inexpertly here and there, occasionally touching her clitoris again. 

"Unnnggghhh! Arrrggghhh!" she gasped, her voice muffled by the fact that her 
mouth was stuffed with cock. But her hips responded, slowly starting to 
rotate over his mouth. He speeded up the movement of his lapping tongue, and 
he felt her womanly body respond with a tremulous shudder. 

Christ! To think he had been fighting this all his life. How stupid could a 
guy get? And it had taken his cousin, a woman almost as puritanical as he, 
to bring the licentious sensations out of him. For the moment she was his to 
do with as he pleased. He began cramming his eagerly pulsating phallus even 
more solidly between her rounded lips, trying to press the bloated tip into 
the back of her throat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach 
in that far. He felt her mouth struggling to suck more of him in, but there 
just wasn't any more. Her lips continued their sensual sucking, sending 
heated billows of erotic thrills into his humping body from his quivering 
cock. 

He slid his tongue from the coral richness of her vaginal labia, noting how 
wet the inner lips were from the combination of her own natural feminine 
lubrication, and his saliva. Her hips were moving lower now, pressing 
against his face in search of more of his obscene lingual caresses. Once 
again his tongue shot out, snake-like, and this time stabbed deep into the 
heated throbbing depths of her helplessly quivering vagina. 

"Aaarrraaaggghhh!" she screamed, the sound literally bubbling from between 
her compressed lips as they sucked tenaciously on his malebone. Her hips 
rose high above his trembling face, hung there for what seemed like an 
eternity, then came smashing down madly into his face, trying to drive the 
delightful probe of his thrusting tongue even deeper into her simmering 
nookie. She began a wild, grinding motion, pressing her sopping labia hard 
against his face. Her hands slid beneath his loins and trapped the heavy 
testicles between them. Her fingers began kneading them while her mouth 
continued sucking harder and harder on the. throbbing cock. He could feel 
the tips of her even, white teeth scrape maddeningly along his underside as 
his shuddering cock stiffened even more. He rammed it continually up into 
her face again and again. 

Sooner or later one of them had to come. Larry had already had one orgasm, 
so he was able to restrain himself a little longer. It was Barbara who 
finally peaked, first. Larry felt her firm flesh start to tighten as a 
series of wild convulsions tore through her wantonly delighted self. 

"UUUMMMFFF!" she gasped, the throbbing cock still filling her mouth, 
muffling her cries. She rammed her seething cunt down even harder along the 
length of his slithery tongue as it continued wildly stabbing into her 
simmering snatch. Her fingers tightened and clutched his aching testicles, 
and at the same time her tongue lapped more and more wildly against the 
seething pole riding it and out of her sucking mouth. 

Her lubrication gushed out heavily, pouring into his face. Spurt after spurt 
of hot, thick oil drained from her clutching vagina and ran down over his 
straining mouth and cheeks. Her knees began pounding madly into the 
mattress. 

Tremendous swirls of flame were mounting in Larry's nuts. Her mouth 
continued sucking strongly, through her mind was lost in the revels of her 
own orgasm. Larry was totally awash in his own perspiration, feeling her 
mouth plunging down again and again like a demon gone insane. The cords in 
his neck tightened, as did those in his thighs as he strained to ram his 
cock up higher, somehow or other hoping to touch the back of her throat with 
his bloated cockhead. He could feel the tender ridges of flesh pulling out 
as her head moved up. Still, they greedily clung to the throbbing penis, and 
he could feel the way the leeched his prong each time her head slid back 
down. 

He groaned and grunted, still wanting to keep his mouth buried against her 
muff tantalizing her ultra-sensitive interior all the more. And then the 
moment was there. 

"UUURRRGGGHHH!" he gasped into the heated tunnel of her narrow vaginal 
chasm. And then the hot semen began making a mad dash from the safety of his 
balls, through his cock, into the gluttonous cavern of her sucking mouth. 

Barbara's cheeks now began expanding and hollowing like those of a guppy as 
she hungrily swallowed the penile libation he was offering. She continued 
madly slurping and sucking as he emptied all his gushing sperm down her 
throat. His hands were once again pressing on her head, deeping it as far 
down as possible while he finished shooting the final dregs of sperm into 
her face. And Barbara loved every bit of it. 

Confident she could meet her husband's demands, Barbara lifted her face from 
her cousin's crotch, noting his penis had shrunk to the size of three 
quarters of an inch. She would always be grateful to Larry for what he had 
done, but it was her husband she was after, now. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Rhonda had never felt so alone in her young life. Even though she had 
dominated Wanda, she had always thought of her sister as part of her, an 
extension of herself. And now Wanda was becoming a totally separate person. 

The movie was awful, so Rhonda decided to leave early. She went back home, 
but no one was about. This was odd because her mother almost always did the 
housework on Saturday. Heck! No one was around. 

No, wait. That wasn't true. Cousin Larry, across the street, was always 
home. Sixteen years old, good-looking, and always hibernating like some 
winter animal no matter what time of the year. Larry was not exactly 
Rhonda's idea of fun, but he was better than nobody. Walking across the 
street, she opened the front door and immediately heard the grunts and 
groans from upstairs. Hurrying up the steps, thinking there might be a fight 
going on, she noticed the sounds were coming from behind Larry's closed 
bedroom door. 

Was it possible? Did prudish Cousin Larry, who believed all the junk his 
sisters told him about heaven and hell, have a girl in his room? God! Now 
that she was close, Rhonda recognized the sounds as similar to those made by 
her mother and father, only somewhat more muffled. Even the grunts of the 
female sounded like those of her mother, but then, Wanda's scream the 
previous day had sounded a lot like her mother's climactic yells. All women 
seemed to sound alike in the throes of orgasm. 

Smirking to herself, Rhonda wondered if Larry had gotten himself a girl from 
school, or if he might actually be doing something with one of his sisters. 
Heck! After what she realized had taken place between her father and sister, 
nothing would surprise her. 

Walking up to the door, Rhonda turned the knob. The door eased silently 
inward, and when whe peered around the side of the door, Rhonda saw Larry 
and a female, in what sex education had explained as the classic 
soixante-neuf position. 

My God! she thought, staring at them. Could that be Wanda again? The body 
looked so much like that of her sister, and her own, for that matter. Then 
she saw the female's head raise up a minute, and instantly recognized her 
mother. 

Now she felt utterly numb. She had thought there was nothing in the world 
left to shock her, and now she had found out otherwise. Her mother was 
sucking on Cousin Larry's penis. Her mother, who always tried refusing her 
father, was doing vile, obsene things with what was obviously another family 
hypocrite. Gosh! Yesterday she had been so tempted to tell her mother what 
had taken place between her sister and father. Now she was witnessing a 
sight she should be telling her father about. 

No, she decided as she closed the door. No, definitely not. They were all 
hypocrites. They all deserved what was happening to them. 

But God! God! Now she felt more left out than ever. Was sex that good it 
could corrupt everyone? 

At this point, Rhonda' curiosity was piqued. She had to know. And if it was 
all that good, she had to become a part of it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was obvious to Rhonda her dad was the only male with whom she could learn 
what she wanted to know. She had no idea how he felt about her, but she knew 
he would not hesitate to fuck her sister again. And so Rhonda decided to 
become Wanda. 

That night, her parents went out, and Wanda stayed up with her to watch TV 
in the living room, downstairs. But Wanda always got tired early, and as a 
result, always went to bed long before her sister. Often, when her parents 
came home, they found Rhonda sitting up, watching TV. Neither of them knew 
which twin she was, and more often than not assumed it wasn't always the 
same girl who was up when they came home. 

After Wanda had gone to sleep, Rhonda went to the bathroom and changed her 
hairstyle to the new one adopted by her sister. Then, with only a bathrobe 
on, and nothing underneath, she returned to the living room to watch TV, Her 
father would automatically assume she was Wanda, and he would think she had 
stayed up waiting for him. 

When Fred and Barbara Nenscher came in, the living room was dark save for 
the light from the TV set. Barbara was beat after what she had been through 
with Larry, earlier in the day, so after promising her husband one hellofa 
time in the morning, she undressed, showered, and went to bed. 

Fred, seeing his daughter in the living room, automatically assumed it was 
Wanda because of the hairstyle. He had been teased all afternoon by more 
than one good-looking female, and her was dying to get his rocks off. And he 
was determined he would fuck his young daughter as never before. 

Going to the bathroom, he took a shower, then emerged wrapped in a dressing 
gown and nothing else. He looked at his wife, who was fast asleep, and 
knowing her penchant for being able to sleep through thunderstorms, he felt 
it was safe enough to join his daughter in the living room. 

Rhonda, not knowing exactly how to get started, decided her father would be 
more convinced she was Wanda if he caught her masturbating. So just before 
he came in, she opened her robe, exposing herself, then let her hands slide 
down along the smoothness of her youthful belly. Fred entered the room just 
in time to see his daughter's fingers sliding between her moist legs and 
softly rub her puffy mound. 

"Ummm!" Rhonda sighed, not really knowing what to do, but pretending she was 
enjoying it all. 

She moved her quivering fingers between the tender lips of her young vagina. 
Even above the sounds emanating from the TV set she heard the slick, almost 
sloppy sounds as her finger actually slid into the tight vagina. She had 
never done anything like this before. It was all new to her, yet she had to 
admit she liked it. She poked her forefinger as far into her narrow cavern 
as possible, and suddenly felt something hard press against the palm of her 
hand. It was her clitoris. She had learned that in sexed. And it felt good 
to rub her finger against the nubbin. Her young body felt so erotically 
changed, all of a sudden. In the light coming from the TV set she could see 
her long, lithe form stretched out on the sofa, and she had to admit, she 
could understand why the boys in school would whistle at her. Her flesh felt 
so smooth and soft, and she began writhing, suddenly enjoying it more and 
more. Her finger continued sloshing in and out of her simmering slot, while 
her other hand began running over her breasts. At this point, she was no 
longer thinking about her father in the room. She was simply enjoying 
herself. 

In her mind, she saw her father's penis. True, the only good glimpse she'd 
had of it had been the previous day, when he and Wanda had walked naked out 
the guest room, and then it had been flaccid. Still, she had seen photos of 
an erect penis, and she was able to imagine how it looked. Lord! What did it 
feel like to have a long, thick cock in one's pussy? Christ! She was so 
envious of Wanda. Who would have thought that mousy little sister of hers 
would have lured her father on that way? This whole thing was crazy. If her 
daddy should have done it with anyone, it should have been her. 

She continued thinking about her dad's penis, and she continued moving her 
finger in and out of her tight pussy. Gosh, but that felt good. 

She no longer had a hymen, even though she was still a virgin. It had broken 
one day when she had been playing tennis. Golly! That had really been 
embarrassing; all that blood running out of her all of sudden, for what 
seemed like no reason at all. She had hurried to the rec center doctor who 
had assured her it was no great tragedy. 

If anything, he told her, when she got a little older she would be overjoyed 
about this, since, as she would eventually find out, she would be spared a 
lot of pain. 

At any rate, the hymen was gone, but she was technically untouched, though 
at the moment she was touching herself with her forefinger, pushing it into 
the soft, wet flesh of her humid center. Yes, yes, it did feel good. Why 
didn't she ever think to do this before? 

Lifting her knees, she spread her loins side apart. She needed more room ... 
more room to move that finger through her sopping, sucking tunnel. 

Ummm, she thought to herself. This was good, really good. 

Her finger massaged back and forth in her wet, hit, juicing pit, spreading 
her thighs wider apart so she could continually stimulate the sucking flesh 
in her slippery vagina in addition to palpating her clitoris. Even so, it 
was her throbbing little nubbin that received most of the attention from her 
fingers. She'd had no idea how sensitive she was, there. 

Her father stood off to the side, watching her. He was surprised to she her 
doing this. Why should she bother, knowing he would soon be down here to 
give her everything ... and more? 

Rhonda continued rubbing herself there, now all but oblivious of her 
father's presence. Orgiastic thrills began building in her sensitive 
interior, making her groan more and more. 

She's really hot, Fred thought to himself. My poor little girl really needs 
a good cock. Look at the way she's bringing herself off. 

She looked beautiful, laying there on the deep sofa, her back against the 
sofa-back, her thighs wide apart with her heels toughing the cushions. He 
could see the TV light flickering over her white body, making it shimmer. 
Yes, that was a wonderful body, all right, except for one thing. Fred 
Menscher suddenly realized he was not staring at Wanda. True, the hairstyle 
was Wanda's, and it was impossible to tell Wanda's face from Rhonda's. Yet 
Wanda sighed and groaned somewhat differently from the girl on the couch. He 
was staring at Rhonda, his other daughter, and from what he could see, she 
was there on purpose, looking forward to a session with her daddy. 

He smiled, continuing to watch the older of his twin daughters working her 
seething little finger in and out of her hot, humid feminine temple. The 
girl was sighing louder and louder, and he realized she was enjoying this so 
much because it was something to which she was unaccustomed. This might be 
the very first time she had ever done something like this. 

Each time Rhonda moaned, Fred smiled again. He loved the way the young 
girl's smooth loins rode up around the moving finger. God! She looked so 
much like her sister and her mother, yet he had been able to discern who she 
was. His eyes went to her breast, watching the way she was fondling herself, 
there. She gasped and sighed, writhing on the sofa, making it soaking wet 
under her pretty little ass. Luckily it was an old sofa, and lubrication, 
once it dried, left no stains. 

He had been hot enough before, just being turned on by Wanda. But now, 
seeing his other little girl rubbing her simmering nookie, he felt hotter 
than ever. What smooth, white, creamy flesh. And her nipples were no less 
pink than those of her sister, yet in this dark room, with only the light 
from the TV set on, the pinkness looked so much darker and richer. 

Staring at the pooling vaginal fluid, Fred thought how wasteful it was to 
let it all fall on the sofa. He should be drinking it down. God! He wanted 
to fuck, suck her, and fuck her mouth and ass as well. 

Even as he thought this, he saw his daughter continue to push her finger 
into the slurping depths of her tight cunt. He was aware of her not having a 
hymen, and that made things even better as far as he was concerned. She 
wouldn't scream with pain when he finally did inject her with his flesh 
syringe. 

The sloshing sounds of her finger moving through her vagina covered the soft 
sounds his feet made as he approached her. She had no idea her daddy was now 
standing beside her with his robe falling off his shoulders and landing on 
the floor. His long schlong was already semi-rigid and getting harder with 
each passing moment. 

Fred cleared his throat, and Rhonda, startled, looked up, with her finger 
still crammed in the tight depths of her virginal vagina. Seeing her daddy 
there, she remembered why she was there, and opened her mouth to say 
something, but her father put his fingers to his lips. By the light from the 
TV screen Fred could see Rhonda was soaked in perspiration. Her face was 
literally shining with the sweat. 

Rhonda was burning up, and when her daddy kneeled down, she shivered as his 
hand slid across her lean, lithe thigh. God! It felt good. What felt equally 
good was knowing her daddy was going to make love to her. 

Fred slipped his hand over the one his daughter was pressing into her 
crotch. He could feel the wet slickness there. There was messy lubrication 
all over her hand and thighs, and she was hot and aroused from the working 
of her finger through her slit. She wriggled a bit when his hand touched 
hers, unused to being touched by anyone, then she relaxed and let her hand 
fall away. Fred could feel the slipperiness of her bush and in the greasy 
crease of her pink nookie. 

Rhonda felt hotter and hotter, and any embarrassment she might have felt 
when her father first touched her faded as he whispered, "A pretty girl like 
you doesn't have to do this. Let daddy do all the work while you rest, 
honey." 

Rhonda writhed a bit more, feeling her father's middle finger press between 
her leaking lips as his mouth came down on hers and kissed her for the first 
time. Golly! It was good. She loved the taste of his tongue. She licked it 
again and again, sucking on it, slurping all his drool into her mouth. This 
was something she had been aching to do with a boy for quite some time, now. 
With her daddy she felt it was even more fun. He was an experienced man who 
knew what he was doing. 

Fred continued running his middle finger in and out of his daughter's 
throbbing pussy, feeling the way his digit stimulated her hot, raw cave. He 
plunged the finger in and out several times quickly, making everything even 
wetter, building up her anxious sexual urges. He could hear her sighing 
under his kiss as his finger continued relentlessly moving in and out of her 
swampy interior. He was fully aware this would be her first experience, and 
he had to make sure she was completely relaxed. 

"Oh, daddy," she sighed. "It feels so good...." 

And then his mouth was back on hers, kissing her, stuffing his thick tongue 
into the recesses behind her lips. She melted more and more against him, 
enjoying everything. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "You know that." 

"Yes, daddy," she nodded. "Fuck me good." 

"You have to promise not to scream," he warned. "We don't want to wake your 
mother and sister." 

"I know," she nodded. 

"You know, Rhonda," he whispered, "I love you every bit as much as your 
sister." 

"Daddy," she said, surprised. "How did you know it was me?" 

"A daddy always knows," he lied. 

"I'm glad you love me, daddy," she whispered. "I was so afraid you didn't 
care for me." 

"Don't be silly," he chuckled. "Tonight, I'm going to prove I love you by 
doing things with you I've never done with your mother." 

"Or with Wanda?" 

"So you do know about Wanda and me." 

"Yes." 

"And that's why you tried to make yourself look like Wanda, tonight?" 

"I just thought it'd be easier. You know." 

"Don't ever try fooling me again," he whispered. "I want you to understand I 
love you for yourself, and not because you look like Wanda." 

"This is going to be my first time, daddy. Make it really good." 

Fred now began rubbing his long, thick schlong against his daughter's thigh, 
pressing it lightly into the furrow of her pink snatch. The head could feel 
the softness of her outer labia, and he felt the tickle of her blonde hair 
as well. He was deliberately holding back, avoiding the immediate 
penetration of her seething vagina. He rubbed the rubbery head against the 
wetness of her simmering crack, making her writhe all the more with lust. 

"Ohhhhhh ... it feels nice," she whispered, and closed her silken thighs 
tightly around the throbbing cock. She compressed her loins tightly 
together, pressuring the throbbing prick and making it jump. Her had 
tremblingly reached out and gripped the base of his thick cock, giving it a 
tentative stroke. 

"You know, sweetheart," he whispered, "fucking you is going to be one of the 
most delightful things I've ever done." 

"You've already fucked Wanda, haven't you?" she asked. 

"Yes," he admitted. "But why should that bother you?" 

"I don't know," she told him. "I just felt kind of jealous, I guess." 

"Hey," he assured her. "Things just happened to work out that way. Wanda 
happened to be here, in the house, all by herself, and the love I feel for 
both of you was just too much. I couldn't control myself. Heck! I had to do 
all the seducing with Wanda. It wasn't until after I got started that she 
really liked it. Now, let's not talk about Wanda, because when I was with 
her, I didn't discuss you." 

He squirmed down a little on the sofa and pressed his face between her 
young, firm breasts. His tongue licked her soft white flesh, running over 
the pink caps of her aureolae, making sure to suck her nipples between his 
lips and pull until the blood filling them made them as stiff and as hard as 
possible. After awhile, both young breasts were shining with his saliva. 

"Daddy," she whispered. "I feel so ... hot." 

Her father pressed his body against hers, and she felt even more heat coming 
from him. He was perspiring as heavily as she, and the two, rubbing their 
bodies together were almost sliding off one another. 

"You're lovely," he whispered, referring to her shining young face, haloed 
by the light coming from the TV screen. Heat was coming from all over her 
body, and she shivered as his hands seemed to ramble all over her tender 
flesh. 

"Is it really as good as everyone seems to be saying?" Rhonda asked. 

"My sweet, young girl, all I can tell you is, you have a treat in store for 
you. You're really going to like it. And the best thing is, as time goes by 
it gets better and better." 

He reached down and pressed his finger deeper into her seething gash, 
rubbing his fingers along her outer pussylips. The labial flaps shuddered 
under his touch, and her clitoris seemed to grow even longer as he 
continually stroked it. He noted how much the girls were alike, even here. 
One vagina felt as tight and as the other, and each clitoris was the same 
size as the other. And yet, there was a slight feeling of difference. The 
interior of Rhonda's sucking cunt had slightly rougher membranes, which 
massaged his finger the littlest bit more than did Wanda's. He knew the 
pressure of his cock would be even greater, and he was glad this daughter 
felt different from the other. It was another way of telling them apart. 

His palm was massaging her shivering clitoris, and he was able to work his 
ring finger against the pucker of her brownie. He rotated the ball of his 
finger against the crinkled asshole, pressing and pushing, and slowly easing 
the point of his finger past the sphincter, into her. His palm pressed her 
clitoris all the harder, and between the two fingers and his palm he had the 
young girl gasping and sighing. 

"Oh, daddy ... daddy ... daddy...." she gasped, "I love it. I really love 
it." 

Sliding his middle finger from her hot hole, he pushed his thumb in, because 
the strain was too much on his hand. He massaged the two seething interiors 
at the same time, feeling the difference between her slick vagina and her 
buttery rectum. She responded by humping her body wildly against his hand. 
He compressed her anus and vagina from within, feeling his fingers move back 
and forth, rubbing against one another with only the thinnest wall of tissue 
between them. Lubrication was seeping out everywhere, covering his palm, his 
wrist, and even part of his forearm. His other hand slid under her ass for a 
moment to keep her from falling off the sofa, and quim-juice began covering 
that as well. The cooze-ooze soaked into his flesh and made him hotter than 
ever. 

Rhonda humped her uncontrollable pelvis up and down, up and down, feeling 
his thumb press deeper and deeper into her forbidden depths while her 
asshole climbed the digit plunged inside it. Her sphincter sucked on the one 
finger, while her dripping cuntlips slobbered all over his thumb and palm. 
She could feel the heavy knuckle pressing against her upper wall. 

"Fuck me, daddy," she was gasping. "Fuck me good, and fuck me now!" 

"Not yet, sweet girl," he whispered. "We have a long night ahead of us. I'm 
only good for one load at a time, so we have to go slowly. There's so much 
you have to learn before I finally poke my hot pike into you." 

"Teach me," she gasped. "Oh, daddy, teach me. I really want to learn." 

"What did they explain to you, in your class, about sucking?" 

Sucking! Rhonda recalled the sight of her mother sucking on Cousin Larry's 
penis. God! How dumb could her mother be? She had had a glimpse of Larry's 
pecker, and it was such a small, skinny thing. Her daddy had a piece of beef 
really worth chewing. Remembering how avidly her mother had sucked her 
cousin's cock, she suddenly realized how anxious she was to suck her 
father's. She was certain it would taste much better than the piddling prick 
dangling between Larry's thighs. 

"I know all about it," she insisted, though she had no intention of telling 
him how she knew. 

"Well then, would you like to give a little head to your daddy?" 

"If you mean, would I like to suck on your penis, I think I'd like to try 
it, provided you don't choke me with it." 

"All you have to do is remain relaxed, honey. Let your throat be completely 
at ease, and you'll be able to swallow something twice as thick as what I 
have." 

"I'll try." 

"Remember, this is something I've never been able to get your mother to do 
with me. It's a first in this family." 

"You mean Wanda hasn't done this yet?" she asked, as he pushed her 
shoulders, moving her lower. 

"You're the first member of this family to work on it," he assured her. "Go 
to it, honey." 

Her face slid down along his belly, past his hairy pelvis, until her mouth 
was directly over the hard, throbbing whang. This was her first really good 
look at it, and she could feel her saliva running in her mouth as her pussy 
began getting wetter and wetter. There was something about its thickness, 
with its heavy purple head and its swollen shank lined with twisting veins 
that brought out the hungering savage in her. She wanted to swallow the 
entire length of it. She wanted all of it pushing into her gullet. Her daddy 
really did love her. He was doing things with her he hadn't done with her 
mother or her sister. 

Her hand encircled the base of the throbbing prick, and she could feel the 
heated pulsations shooting through her palm. She massaged and jerked it with 
her fingers, caressing it, fondling it, enjoying it. She blew cool air all 
over it. 

"Do I start at the bottom and work up?" she asked, staring at the throbbing 
cock. "Or do I go down from the top?" 

"It might be wiser to work from top to bottom," her father told her, resting 
a hand on her head, ostensibly caressing her. 

"Okay," she whispered, and her breath fell against his quivering glans, 
making them shudder as another drop of fluid came seeping out. 

Her tongue slowly came out of his mouth, then used the point to touch the 
very tip of his shuddering cock. She felt him jump when she touched him, 
almost as if her tongue were a hotwire. 

God! Fred hadn't had a tongue touch his cock in all the years he'd been 
married. It had been a situation he'd intended remedying with his wife as 
soon as he was able, but until then, he was more than happy to know he had a 
daughter willing to fill in. 

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, looking at him. 

"Yes, darling," he assured her. "Just do whatever feels right to you. Keep 
on doing it, and don't stop to talk about it." 

He looked down at her face and glad her hair was short. It hid almost 
nothing, and he was able to watch her pursing lips. She pressed the kissing 
mouth to the head of his meaty whang, kissing all the way around it, dotting 
the glans with the tip of her tongue. 

"Golly!" she whispered. "You're really thick, daddy. I don't know if all of 
you will fit in my mouth." 

Fred pressed on her head a little, letting her kissing tongue once again lap 
at the onion-shaped head. Then her full, pouting lips wrapped themselves 
around hr father's flushed penile point, wetting it as her lips rubbed it 
again again and her tongue licked at the underside. 

"Thatta way," her daddy assured her. "Now you're starting to do it, all 
right." 

She rubbed the throbbing phallic point between her no-longer-virginal oral 
lips, but as she did so, thinking about what she was doing made her blush. 
She'd never have dreamed she would be doing anything like this. 

"Oh, my," she said, gasping, stopping to take a breath, "it really does seem 
like a very natural thing to do." 

Her eyes ran over the rampant length of cock, illuminated solely by the 
light coming from the TV screen. It was shellacked with her sputum, 
vibrantly red in the shank where her tongue had barely touched it and richly 
purple in the head where her lips had done most of the work. She could see 
the glans pulsing all the more strongly and realized the effect she was 
having on the weighty cock. 

"I'm going to like this a lot," she gasped, and pressed her sucking lips 
around the throbbing head of his pulsating meat. Little by little she began 
sucking the rigid pole into her face, letting her mouth work down along the 
throbbing shank. 

"Unnnggghhh!" her father gasped, letting her know she was doing a good job. 

His two hands were now gripping her head, and he was pulling and pushing, 
rubbing her mouth up and down, making certain it was continually moving. 
Each time he pulled her head down, he probed a little more deeply into her 
mouth, letting his meat move along her palate. 

"Unnnggghhh!" she grunted with her mouth more than half full of cock. God! 
she thought. This is one thick piece of meat. And to think I'm the one 
sucking on it instead of Mom. She was willing to settle for that skinny dick 
of Cousin Larry. 

Her tongue leaped out and began brushing the full length of hard cock, 
licking it up and down. She became more and more familiar with every inch of 
it, enjoying what she was doing with more and more intensity. Her tongue 
roamed lower and began licking his scrotum, as well. And without being told, 
she forced him to raise his thighs a little so she could nibble on his 
asscheeks. She got the greatest kick from biting her father's butt, chewing 
on the flesh, feeling it yield under her teeth. She was surprised he didn't 
yell, then remembered something she'd learned in biology class about there 
being very few nerves in the buttocks. 

Sitting up, she had a wild idea and didn't know if her father would be 
willing to go along with it. 

"What's wrong?" Fred asked, staring at her heaving young breasts, watching 
the way they bobbled. 

"Turn over and lie on your belly," she insisted, shifting on the couch. "I 
want to try something." 

He lay down on the sofa, spreading his thighs as wide as possible, and she 
reached forward and spread his asscheeks. Then before he quite realized what 
she was up to, her tongue went spearing into his asscrack. It licked up and 
down the entire length of the crevice, flitting lightly over the rectal 
pucker, stopping every now and again to sink her teeth into one asscheek or 
other. 

"Like it?" she asked. 

"Baby, you're the best," he told her. "Your mother would die of shock before 
doing something like this." 

"Mom doesn't know what she's missing," Rhonda laughed. 

She leaned down and pressed her open mouth into the tight crack of his ass, 
probing with her tongue, stabbing out the heart of the anal pucker. Golly! 
Her daddy tasted nice and clean and soapy. She licked the muscular ring of 
his sphincter all around, wetting it, lubricating it, making him writhe and 
wriggle while still lying on his belly. And as she continued doing this 
hands were caressing his balls and occusionally tugging on his stiff pole. 

Her tongue kept digging into his rectal interior, trying to push past the 
sphicter. She succeeded a little, getting less than an inch of tonguetip 
into his rectum, but moving it around inside, making him gasp and ram a fist 
into his own mouth to keep himself from shouting out his enjoyment. 

Finally she felt a strain on her tongue and pulled it from his throbbing 
asshole. There was just so much she could do without the lingual digit being 
pulled right out by the roots. 

"Okay," her father whispered. "Now we do tit for tat. You lie down and let 
me do the same thing to you." 

Before she could protest, he had her lying flat on her belly with her white, 
round buttocks pointed in his direction. Christ! He was going crazy, 
tonight. This was something no other female had ever done for him, and he 
intended doing whatever he could to make his oldest daughter happy. His 
hands parted her white cheeks, and he felt her relax, as if telling him to 
go ahead. God! What nice, white, round asscheeks. He would have loved to 
have had his other daughter down here, as well, so he could kiss, bite, and 
like both asses at once. God! That would really be something. Just thinking 
about doing things with the two girls made him hotter than ever. One day, 
when all the jealousy had been driven out of the two of them, he would fuck 
them both together. 

His mind drifted back to the countless times he had seen his little girls 
growing up, taking showers together, being dried off, showing off their 
pretty little bodies to him. He loved drying them off, and they hadn't been 
able to understand why he had stopped doing it when they were eleven. How 
could they know the sight of their developing bodies were really inflaming 
him. He especially loved it when they turned around and he dried off their 
buttocks. He loved the shapes of their rounded asscheeks, and the slant and 
curve of each crack. 

Shaking his head, he cleared the cobwebs from his brain. There was only one 
ass in front of him right now, and he was going to enjoy lapping it out. He 
had taught his daughters the value of total cleanliness from the time they 
were very small, so they were fully aware of the need for all of themselves 
to be clean. And this meant her sweet little asshole would be eating-good. 

Lowering his face, he pressed it into the softness of his little girl's 
buttocks as his fingers dug into her rounded cheeks. He pulled the cheeks 
aside and slurped his tongue through the seething crack, lapping heavily, 
making certain to go over the delectable brown pinch of anal meat again and 
again. His tongue flattened against the tiny hole, and he began slobbering 
his heavy, viscous saliva into the tiny, dime-sized pucker. 

Ummm! he thought. His daughter was still as clean and as careful as ever. 
She tasted delicious. His mouth continued working against the pulsing little 
asshole, sucking, licking, and then dredging into the anal slot, trying to 
probe into her as she had attempted to dig into him. He pushed harder and 
harder, forcing her sphincter to widen and accommodate the tongue. But 
because of the slick, slippery sensation his tongue caused, she felt no pain 
at all. 

"Unnnggghhh! God! God!" she gasped. 

"Quiet!" he whispered, raising his head. "The last thing we want to do is 
wake anyone elese. This is our own private party." 

His mouth returned to her ass, his tongue slithering past her sphincter like 
a slender worm. He began stuffing her tight bumhole with the hot, wet flesh 
of his oral digit. He presses, pushed, and crammed as much tongue-meat as he 
could into her shuddering, thrilled asshole. And all the while his wide-open 
lips planted kisses on her asscheeks. He hummed and sighed as he pressed his 
mouth against her pert rounded bottom, moving his tongue as much as the 
tight confines of her rectum would permit. 

"Ohhh, daddy, daddy, daddy," she sighed. "It feels so good, but I'd like to 
do things to you while you do things to me. I enjoy the doing as much as 
being done to." 

Her father pulled his face from her sopping little bunghole, and said, "All 
right, honey. We'll sixty-nine it for a while." 

His mentioning sixty-nine made her think of her mother and her cousin again. 
Each time she recalled the picture of them in her mind it became less and 
less detestable. It was something she had wanted to try ever since first 
wrapping her lips around her father's penis. Now her chance had come. 

Since Rhonda was already lying on the couch, all she did was spin so she was 
face-up, and her father mounted her body with his hovering penis over her 
beautiful face. She spread her white thighs, displaying her pretty blonde 
muff to her father's hungry lips. 

The penis slowly rode down between her open lips. This time there would be 
no halfway. This time Fred was determined his beautiful young daughter would 
swallow the entire cock. Her tongue was already twirling around his 
throbbing head, then licking the thick shaft as the phallic spear rode 
deeper and deeper into her tight mouth. She sucked avidly, pulling more and 
more of it in. When she felt the weighty knob starting to press into her 
throat, she recalled what her father had told her and completely relaxed. As 
the thrusting cock pushed deeper, her total relaxation made it easier to 
probe, and she felt the weighty dong pushing into her gullet, filling her 
esophagus with his tasty meat. And when his doughy mass of testicles pressed 
into her nose, she realized she had indeed swallowed in the entire length of 
her father's thrusting penis. It rubbed her throat raw, and she loved it. 
Her dilated gullet barely managed to open enough to contain the flesh pipe, 
and the pressure made the swollen cock pulsate even more quickly. 

God! This is so good! she thought to herself. No wonder mom started enjoying 
it the moment she did it. Too bad she didn't think to do it with dad. It 
feels so fabulous to have every last bit of his thrusting penis all the way 
into my throat. 

Fred had never had anyone engulf the entire length of his cock in her mouth 
before. Not even the most professional whore he had ever known, prior to 
getting married, had been able to suck in his entire length. His daughter 
was really something special. 

He continued diligently lapping at her seething pussy, drinking the 
fountains of quimjuice coming out. He had her pouting labia widely spread, 
or at least as widely spread as was possible, considering she was still a 
virgin. His tongue swathed back and forth, running the length of her narrow 
pink slit, stopping now and again to try and plunge into her tight cuntal 
opening. He washed the inner flesh of her labia again and again, stopping 
once in awhile to suck on her extended clitoris. God! She tasted wonderful. 
His tongue lapped the extended digit again and again, and then he pulled it 
into his mouth, sucking on it, working it over and over, keeping it filled 
with pulsing blood. His chin occasionally brushed through the fine wisps of 
blonde hair, and she began wildly bucking and gyrating. Her lips clamped 
more tightly on her father's inthrust dork, and suddenly she realized she 
was having her first real climax. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she garglingly gasped, his thrusting cock effectively 
muffling her voice and keeping it from being heard throughout the rest of 
the house. Her thighs tightened around his moving face, and she felt him jam 
his solid meatpole deeper and deeper into her own throat. 

Even as she came, he continued eating out her sopping hole, drinking her 
spurting lubrication, swallowing it down and letting his tongue lick through 
the puffy, swollen cuntlips, Somehow, the knowledge this was his own 
daughter made it all the more enjoyable to him. His tongue continued licking 
into her, even though he knew she was oversensitive. He had to build her 
passions all over again, and he didn't want to waste time waiting. 

They remained like that a good five minutes. His mouth kept Rhonda at the 
peak of ecstasy mountain, until she finally slipped her mouth off the 
immense cock and gasped, "Oh, daddy, daddy, I love this. I love it so much. 
Nothing in the whole world could be better." 

She sucked the rubbery head of his throbbing cock between her lips again, 
bobbing her head up and down, up and down. Now she even wobbled her head 
from side to side as she bobbed it, spreading her saliva over the thick 
muscle while caressing it with the soft flesh of her inner cheeks. 

Fred realized he would come in her mouth if she kept this up much longer. He 
couldn't take it, and so he yanked his hard dingus from between her lips, 
and said, "Okay, honey. Time for the real thing. You, darling daughter, are 
about to get fucked." 

He rose and turned around, crawling between her loins. The TV set, off to 
the side from this position, lit up half their faces, leaving the other side 
in total darkness. 

He pressed with his heavy organ, pushing between her tight, virginal, 
soaking lips. His mouth had deposited more saliva in there than it normally 
manufactured in an entire day. Mingling with her heavy flow of lubrication, 
it provided a slick, oily coating for her narrow vaginal walls. Even so, as 
he thrust, pushing in all the more deeply, he found it difficult to get the 
entire head of his thick whang into her. He pushed a bit more, and he wedged 
the swollen glans in a bit deeper. He felt her inner lips closing around his 
corona, and then he shoved a bit harder. 

At last, Rhonda thought. This is what it feels like having a penis enter me. 
Ohhh yes, yes, I want it. I really want it. 

The weighty cock pressed a little harder, widening her tight vaginal tract, 
shoving, pushing, thrusting, making inroads a little at a time. 

Fred was terrified of hurting his daughter. He remembered how loudly Wanda 
had screamed when he'd fucked her. True, most of her agony came from his 
rupturing of her particularly tough cherry, but he knew there had been some 
pain caused by his stretching of her inner walls. Rhonda had lost her hymen 
by accident, and so she would be spared that particular pain. But he knew 
his moving cock would be stretching her inner feminine valley wider than it 
had ever been, and she would be uncomfortable for a few minutes, until the 
thrilling pleasure of his cock rubbing her inner nerve-endings finally 
reached her brain with enough strength to overcome the discomfort. 

Little by little he continued pushing into her tight corridor, until her 
body felt totally filled, and she felt his heavy, dangling balls thwack 
against her asscheeks. 

"Ooooooh!" she gasped. "It really does fill me up." 

"Does it hurt?" he asked, afraid to move. 

"No, daddy. It feels ... welll ... really good." 

It's a lot thicker than a finger or tongue, honey. I don't want to hurt 
you." 

"Oh no, daddy. It fits in me just right. It's as if it belongs there. It 
feels wonderful." 

Fred leaned down and pressed his mouth to his daughter's parted lips, 
thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he had stuffed her tight twat 
with his eager cock. He jammed his throbbing meat right up against her 
cervix, feeling her squeezing tunnel close tightly around the pulsing 
member. Christ! She was so wonderfully wet and juicy inside, making his 
penis feel as if it were a child snug in a womb. 

Rhonda wrapped her arms around her father and pulled his entire weight onto 
her body. She could feel his hairy chest rubbing against her tender nipples, 
flattening her firm, pillowy breasts. Then her hands slowly slid down to his 
butt and gripped his asscheeks. He rammed even deeper into her at the 
pressure of her fingers, and she realized she could keep him locked inside 
her for as long as it pleased her. All she had to do was keep touching his 
sensitive areas. Thinking of sensitive areas brought to mind how close her 
fingers were to his asscrack, and she invaded the rectal crease, making him 
hump forward even more swiftly. And then she shoved a forefinger into her 
father's tight asshole. This made him pump back and forth with even greater 
vigor, jamming his daughter so full of heated cock she had to strain to keep 
herself from crying out. At one point her mouth did open to scream, and her 
father clamped his hand over it, reminding her they had to do this silently. 
But he didn't miss a stroke, continuing to vigorously pump her tight, 
thrilled twat with his hard, meaty joint. 

"Ahhh ... Ohhh ... uhhh...." she gasped. "It's good, good, don't stop...." 
she sighed as he continued filling her feminine cavern with his throbbing 
cock. 

Both his hands were gripping her young, firm breasts, kneading her soft, 
girlish, cushion-like flesh. His fingers rubbed the pink suction cup-like 
aureolae and tweaked her hard, blood-filled nipples. 

Rhonda rolled her smooth, soft thighs against her daddy's pumping groin, 
literally slurping his fat penile straw into the sucking depths of her 
womanly tube. Lubrication gushed and spat out around his thrusting wand and 
sprayed all over his pubis. 

"It's good, sweet baby, it's really good," he gasped, between hot, heavy 
soul kisses. 

"Yes, daddy," she agreed. It's very good. I ... uhhh ... love it." 

He had his arms resting on either side of her body now, no longer able to 
touch her breasts, and he began leaning into her, hammering his thrusting 
spike in again and again, filling and refilling her sweet, young body. 

"More," she urged. "More ... uhhh ... and faster ... faster...." 

She writhed under the pressure he was building up in her teenage body, 
feeling the masculine meat pound wildly into her. Her hips were writhing in 
a clockwise motion, and her father was moving his counterclockwise, pumping 
his thrusing cock into her crushing tightness, feeling the head of his 
slamming cock bounce off her cervix again and again. His hot, hard prong 
sloshed in and out of her wet, satin flesh. 

"Unngghh!" she gasped. "Ohhh, daddy, it's so ... ahhh ... thrilling ... kiss 
me ... kiss me ... kiss me...." 

He leaned into her, once more rubbing his hairy chest against her sensitive 
nipples as his mouth clamped onto hers, kissing her mouth strongly, shoving 
his meaty tongue through her oral cave. Her sweet, cupid's bow lips sucked 
his tongue inside and her teeth clamped down tightly on it. A mad, atomic 
blast began building up in her body and she realized it was ten times more 
powerful than the one she had felt when she and her father had been 
sixty-nining, before. Her groin slammed violently against his, breaking the 
rhythm of his hard thrusts, speeding up, moving faster, lunging, plunging, 
thrusting, as she ecstatically moaned and gasped, "Yesss...." She took a 
deep breath, inhaling as much air as she could, and was about to screech her 
enjoyment out as loud as she could when her daddy once again clamped his 
hand over her mouth, and all she could do was yell a muffled, 
"UUUMMMPHHHHHH!" 

Fred continued pounding his thrusting dork into his daughter's clutching 
cunnus, feeling her writhe and squirm in ecstatic rapture. Her hips rolled 
and her moving vaginal interior seemed to tighten even more, completely 
trapping his rigid lance. He jammed his throbbing putz all the way in, 
knowing the sucking vaginal grotto had no intention of ever releasing his 
solid lance as long as it remained in this stolid, unbending condition. It 
didn't matter anymore. He was going to fire his burning sperm into the 
depths of his young daughter's clutching nookie. Her arms twined around his 
neck, and she tugged his face even closer to hers, kissing his mouth and 
biting his lips, chewing on his thrusting tongue as she went insane in the 
throes of maddening enjoyment. Any scream he might have had in his throat 
died before it could pass his lips as his thrusting cock flooded her wet 
hole with his white, fluidic pudding. 

Even as he fired into her, her tight cunt was squeezing, tugging, sucking 
and milking his solid prick, intent on draining every last drop of sperm 
from within his spurting prick. Her love-lips gripped the base of his 
throbbing cock and pulled, sucking him more and more deeply into her. Every 
last drop of the precious spunk went flooding into the deepest, most remote 
part of her anxious cunt. Her groin was like an octopus, and her outer and 
inner labia pulled harder and harder. 

Feeling her father's frothing seed spurt into her, Rhonda shuddered with 
enjoyment. She'd had no idea it could feel so good, and now that she'd come 
to understand why sex had "corrupted" all the other members of her family, 
she intended remaining "corrupt" the rest of her life. This was the 
strongest force she had ever known, and she knew she would want more and 
more of it as time went by. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The following morning, Sunday, the two girls awoke to the sounds of their 
parents thrashing together in their bed. Both lay there, listening. Both 
felt jealous of their mother, and both knew their father would be useless 
for the rest of the day, even if he'd have been available, which he wasn't. 

Eventually, each girl got up and took a shower, and dressed in a simple 
blouse and skirt. Rhonda had gone back to her old page-boy hairstyle, while 
Wanda had her hair combed all the way back. They went downstairs and made 
breakfast, but each felt a burn in her crotch and knew it wouldn't be 
assuaged by the mere use of a finger. Each needed something more. 

Their parents came down to breakfast, and the girls almost felt angry at 
their mother, seeing the look of contentment on her face. The also noticed 
the pale look on their father's face. 

Barbara was feeling good, very good. Her husband had insisted she let him 
eat her that morning before fucking her. To Fred's total surprise, she had 
offered no resistance at all, and after making her come twice with his 
tongue, he had lanced his throbbing cock into her and had given her five 
more orgasms before coming, himself. He had taken a long time to come 
because of what had happened with Rhonda, the previous night. 

"We're going to look at some antique shops today," Barbara told her 
daughters. "Would you like to come along? 

"No thanks," Rhonda answered, thinking she might be able to use Cousin 
Larry. Heck, he was better than nothing. 

"I have reading to catch up on," Wanda said, never even thinking of Cousin 
Larry. Perhaps, if she stayed home and read, she would feel better. 

When breakfast was over and the dishes washed and put away, the parents took 
an hour to get ready, then left. Wanda went into the living room and plopped 
on the couch where her father and sister had wildly fornicated the previous 
night. She had a book with her, but was in no mood to read. Her body was 
bothering the hell out of her, letting her know it needed more cock. 

She spied some apricot brandy in a decanter on the glass table in front of 
the sofa. She wondered if it was any good. She didn't like beer or whiskey, 
but brandy might be a new experience. 

Rhonda, meanwhile, decided to go across the street to visit Cousin Larry, 
but the moment she got there, she saw any idea of sex was out of the 
question. Both Larry's sisters were there, and there was no chance of their 
leaving her along with Larry. So she stayed and talked awhile, then left. 
She thought of going to the nearby park and looking for another man, but 
vetoed that idea. Venereal disease was running rampant throughout the 
country, and she would have been foolish to risk getting it. Her father, or, 
in a pinch, Cousin Larry, would have to suffice her, for a while, anyway. 

Going home, she walked into the living room and saw her sister sipping the 
brandy. Wanda had gotten herself a small glass and was drinking it slowly as 
she tried reading her book. 

"The book any good?" Rhonda asked. 

"Not really," her sister replied. "Some of these best-sellers are real 
stiffs." 

"Let's watch some TV," Rhonda suggested, getting a glass, herself. 

"Good idea," Wanda nodded. "What's on?" 

"Abbott and Costello Meet the Monster Who . Ate Brooklyn," Rhonda replied, 
snapping on the TV set. 

The two girls watched the movie, and then another movie, and between them 
they were steadily emptying the decanter. By the time the second movie was 
finished, Wanda, who had "sipped" nearly three times as much brandy as her 
sister, was fall-down drunk. She felt as if she were floating on a soft, 
fleecy cloud, but it was a warm cloud, completely enveloping her body. 

"Le's fuck!" she snapped to Rhonda who was far from sober. 

"Who can we fuck?" Rhonda asked, surprised to find she was behaving in such 
a blase manner about the subject. 

"We c'n fuck each other," Wanda laughed. 

"With what?" Rhonda asked. 

"I dunno. Hey, I got it. We got those Christmas candles upstairs inna linen 
closet. Le's use 'em." 

"Okay," Rhonda nodded, and the two girls, barely managing to support one 
another, got to their feet and staggered up the stairs. They made it into 
their bedroom, then Wanda fell, face-up, on the bed, breathing heavily. 

"Clothes too tight," she muttered. 

"Le' me take 'em off you," Rhonda suggested. 

"Good idea," Wanda muttered. 

Working slowly, not wanting to tear off any buttons because she was smashed, 
Rhonda undid her sister's blouse a button at a time. She opened the front of 
her sister's blouse. 

Rhonda was glad her sister had chosen a simple outfit that day. Everything 
either buttoned down the front or unzipped down the side. This made it 
simple for her to remove everything. 

She tugged the blouse out of the skirt before thinking to unzip the skirt 
and make things easier. 

Before trying to tug it from her sister's shoulders, she paused to look at 
her body. Yes, Wanda's body mirrored her own in almost every detail. There 
were a few birthmarks each girl had in different places, but other than 
that, their bodies looked exactly alike. Their breasts were equally firm and 
round. Rhonda could see the pinkness of the nipples, the curvaceousness of 
her hips, and the solidity of her thighs. She enjoyed looking at Wanda, 
because she knew she looked this good to others. She could appreciate 
sensuality, having more than her own share of that particular quality. It 
was really going to be something to look at her sister's body in action. It 
would be like seeing herself. God! It would really be something to feel her 
sister in private places and know how it felt when others touched her in 
those same places. How many females really had an opportunity like this? 

Kneeling by the bed, Rhonda rolled her sister onto her belly so she could 
pull the blouse off. Wanda was in a temporary funk, enjoying her drunkenness 
quietly. 

Rhonda became more and more aroused, thinking of how her sister and herself 
were about to really enjoy one another. She didn't think of herself as being 
homosexual, but rather bisexual since she realized she would probably get 
just as much enjoyment from either a male or female. 

Wanda giggled as her sister pulled off the blouse. 

"Wow!" she announced. "I feel like I'm really floating." 

Then she laughed into the mattress, lying still for the moment like totally 
dead weight. The warm air in the room seemed to touch every part of her body 
and wash over her. 

"Now the skirt and panties," Rhonda murmured, and she proceeded to tug the 
unzipped skirt down over her sisters hips and thighs and pull it off. She 
also pulled her sister's shoes off, but left the socks on. She liked the 
looks of her sister's bare back, as well. Like her own, this one was 
unblemished. Acne seemed to have come into and out of the girls' lives in 
less than six months between their twelfth and thirteenth birthdays. The few 
pimples they did have were barely noticeable. Now they had none. 

The moonshaped cheeks of her sister's ass looked delicious. She was able to 
understand her father's fascination with her own buttocks. Wanda's panties 
were trapped in the crevice between the two rounded orbs, stretching tightly 
and giving Rhonda a lewd preview of what was underneath. 

The older sister gently worked her fingers under the waistband of the 
younger girl's panties, and rolling one side down at a time, she finally 
managed to remove the "seatcovers". Now she had an unobstructed view of the 
white, creamy, sexy buttocks. As she slipped the panties off from around her 
sister's ankles, Rhonda felt herself becoming even more excited, and she 
wanted to reach out and spread the firm round cheeks and get a good look at 
what the dark crease hid. Instead, she began lightly caressing her sister's 
buttocks. After all, if she pushed things too far, too fast, Wanda might 
become suspicious and try to find out where she had learned so much in a 
relatively short time. But her hands did brush closer and closer to the 
girl's inner thighs. 

"Ooooooh!" Wanda sighed, feeling the heated contact of her sister's hands 
against her upper inner thighs. Chilling shivers began making their way up 
her spine, and the wild emotions running through her were beginning to 
confuse her. After all, she was only supposed to like all this when a man 
touched her. Why did she enjoy her sister's touch? Or was it her sister? Her 
befuddled mind was no longer able to think clearly, and for a moment she 
believed her father was putting his hands on her. This really seemed like 
the only sensible explanation for her nakedness ... or so it seemed to her 
drunken mind. After all, her daddy was really the only one to ever touch her 
forbidden sexual zones. The fiery sensation in her lower belly was building 
higher with the passing seconds. It seemed to be demanding to be put out. 

Enjoying the way her sister was responding to her touch, Rhonda felt 
emboldened to continue. Now she had Wanda totally naked before her. She was 
anxious to go farther, and suddenly wished she could take movies of this and 
show it off to the world. 

The candle, she thought. She had to get the candle. They wouldn't really be 
able to do anything wifhout it. So she picked herself up, went to the linen 
closet, and took out a baybery candle. This she brought back with her to the 
bedroom, noting Wanda hadn't moved from where she'd left her on the bed. She 
hoped her sister hadn't fallen asleep. God! Did she have too much to drink? 

Standing beside the bed, she reached her hand out very slowly, letting her 
fingertips tease up and down the soft inner flesh of her sister's thighs. 

"Ummm! That really feels good," Wanda sighed, and Rhonda was relieved to 
find her sister still wide awake. Maybe her mind was a bit fogged, but she 
was still very much wide awake. And she was very much aware of what was 
happening. It was going to be one hell of an afternoon. Rhonda quickly 
undressed and slid onto the bed beside her sister. 

Excitement began increasing in Rhonda as she pressed her anxious flesh 
against Wanda's youthful body. Confronted with her sister's delightful 
nakedness, lewd images began forming in her mind. She was unable to control 
the wicked sensations flashing through her own nude form. She could feel 
herself becoming more and more emotionally involved. What she and her sister 
were going to do was stimulating her inner vagina, making the fluid within 
gush out and soak her outer lips. The pleasure in her body was increasing, 
and she knew she was unable to stop the building thrills. 

"Wanda," Rhonda whispered, tugging her sister even closer. 

"Hmmm?" Wanda replied, revealing her half-dazed condition to her sister. 

Wanda's mind was somewhere else, dreaming about all the fun she'd had with 
her daddy two days before. She wondered when they would be able to get 
together again. It had been good, really good. Her naked body ached and 
quivered for that land of continued attention. As she felt hands wander over 
her smooth flesh, she imagined her father was touching her. It had to be her 
father. Her body was all aflame for him. She ached to have him caress her 
all over, and then she wanted him to fuck her. 

"Ooooooh!" she sighed as her sister began to gently stroke her back with 
long smooth caresses. 

Rhonda was all set to say something, but at the last second demurred. She 
decided it would be wise to keep her mouth shut for the moment, seeing her 
sister was under some kind of spell. She was reacting the way Rhonda had 
hoped she would, convincing her Wanda was really enjoying it. She hoped she 
would be able to get as much from all this as her sister, but she realized 
she was enjoying what she was doing almost as much as her sister was 
enjoying having it done to her. 

Wanda's nipples were hard bullets, and heavy moisture was starting to form 
in her vagina. She writhed as her sister continued caressing her, 
half-turning for a moment. When Rhonda saw the stiffness of her sister's 
nipples, she almost felt a pang of jealousy. Then she looked down at her own 
nipples and realized she was no less aroused. 

Bending forward, she let the tip of her tongue touch the nape of her 
sister's neck, then trail down her spine, right to the top of her ass. 

"Ooooooh!" Wanda gasped. "That feels so wonderful. Daddy, do some more, 
please do some more." 

In her mind, Wanda pictured her father hovering over her, touching her with 
his fingers and tongue, and she had never felt him this gentle before. She 
wanted him to go on fondling her body forever. 

Rhonda smiled to herself, realizing Wanda was dreaming their father was the 
one touching her. She wondered what Wanda's reaction would be if she were 
sober and discovered her sister was doing all these things instead of her 
father. Rhonda realized it was too early for crotch-to-crotch contact. Her 
sister would feel the lack of penis and would snap out of her funk. Rhonda 
didn't want that happening ... yet. She wanted her sister so aroused, that 
when she finally did realize what was happening, she would be more than 
willing to continue. So, in spite of the burning urge to pull her sister to 
her and hold her tightly, Rhonda resisted, lying back and planning the best 
course of action, save for her lips, which lingered at the base of her 
sister's spine. 

Now she began licking lower, letting her tongue run over the smooth cheeks 
of her sister's buttocks. As she lapped lower, she began inhaling the 
fragrant vaginal juices pouring from Wanda's tight pussylips. The scent 
aroused her all the more. She wondered if her own juices had smelled this 
good to her father. Would they eventually smell good to her sister? Little 
by little she was arousing Wanda to where she wanted to be fucked. 

Rhonda lifted her tongue from her sister's flesh to blow a whisper of heated 
breath between the tender flesh where her loins came together. Wanda 
responded with a soft, sighing moan. Then Rhonda ran her shivering pink 
tongue between the white inner thighs, licking down to the backs of her 
sister's knees, then licking up again, not quite allowing her tongue to 
touch her sister's pussy. The hot cunt would have to wait awhile, until it 
was so aroused it wouldn't care what was poked into it to sate it. 

The teasing tongue between Wanda's electrified thighs was like the tip of a 
cattle prod sending licentious blasts through her trembling body, charging 
her with wanton desire, making her shudder through and through. The thrills 
seemed to paralyze her, and Wanda realized she had become a slave to her 
emotions. The softness of the mattress against her face, her breasts, her 
belly and her thighs made her feel secure, yet aroused. She felt confident 
whatever happened would happen for the best. Her daddy could do whatever 
pleased her because he always did what was best for her. The drunken 
sensations were slowly being vaporized from her brain, being replaced by the 
thrilling, heated sensations of delicious pressure. Her hot cunt was 
tingling with anticipation of what was to come. She was certain it would 
shortly be receiving a penis. Gone and forgotten was the drunken 
conversation she had held with her sister in the living room a little 
earlier. She spread her thighs wide apart, aching to feel that wonderful 
tongue move into her steaming inner channel. 

So gorgeous, Rhonda thought, looking at her sister's thighs. No wonder daddy 
couldn't keep away from me. I look just like her down there, and I can't 
resist my own sister's crotch. And daddy has my vagina, Wanda's vagina, and 
mother's vagina. Gosh! He really is lucky. All we have is daddy. Not that he 
isn't wonderful, but he just won't have enough stamina for the three of us. 
What we need is at least two more cocks, as long, as thick, and as delicious 
as his. Gosh! 

Rhonda could no longer restrain herself. She had to taste the juices from 
her sister's inner oven. She was certain she would have her sister totally 
docile once her mouth began working on her. More, she had the feeling Wanda 
might want to do to her what she was about to do to her sister. 

Reaching between her sister's heated thighs with her right hand, Rhonda 
slowly moved her extended finger toward her sister's quivering pussy. Little 
by little they approached the moist, thick, round lips Of Wanda's heated 
cunt. The sparse strands of blond pubic hair seemed to extend themselves to 
be touched by her thumb and forefinger. Rhonda carefully spread the 
fur-lined labia to expose the rich coral inner flesh to her eyes. Resting 
near the mattress was the hardened nubbin of her sister's aching clitoris. 
Her middle finger extended itself toward the trembling clit, and then 
lightly brushed it. 

"Aaannnhhh!" Wanda gasped. 

It was as if all the enjoyment she had felt with her daddy were suddenly 
overwhelming her all at once. The shuddering blasts of inner sensation 
centered in her pink clitorial pearl seemed to shoot into every nerve in her 
trembling body, filling her with more and more lustful desire. It was a 
complete replay of her thrilling experience with her father. She ground her 
hips against the massaging finger, her breath coming in shorter and shorter 
gasps as the flame in her intestines increased. Then the finger she felt at 
her vaginal entrance began moving forward. She tensed as she felt it push 
through her inner labia and hover at the opening to her seething snatch. It 
pushed briefly against the tight, clasping flesh, then slid back again, and 
Wanda impatiently wiggled her cunt against the mattress, as if trying to 
catch the extended finger between her vaginal labia. 

"Ohhh ... yes, daddy ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she moaned, still in a 
drunken stupor as her sister's long, slender middle finger began slowly 
snaking its way into her tight vaginal canal. The finger continued sliding 
into her until the girl's palm was pressed up against her sister's watering 
nest. The light blonde hair tickled Rhonda's palm, making the girl rotate 
her finger inside her sister's tight box. She teased her finger in and out, 
tugging it back and forth, hearing the slavering slurps each time the digit 
moved. Wanda felt herself rising higher and higher on the scale of rapture. 

Rhonda felt herself breathing more heavily as she realized she was becoming 
more and more excited watching her sister becoming aroused. She thrilled to 
the feeling of her sister's buttocks pressing against her hand each time she 
ran her finger all the way into the seething snatch. God! She wished she 
could put the middle finger of her other hand into her own pussy, but it 
would divert her attention from what she was doing. Soon she would turn her 
sister over and really go to work on her tight pussy, worming the bayberry 
candle into her. In the meanwhile, she continued pumping her slender finger 
in and out of her sister's roasting pussy, wondering if males were aware how 
much women enjoyed a long warm-up period. Her daddy seemed aware of it, but 
were other men equally aware? 

Pulling on her sister's elongated nipples by pushing her hand between 
Wanda's breasts and the mattress, Rhonda found the enlarging excitement in 
her body becoming more and more uncontrollable. She could no longer remain 
objective at this point. She had to feel some kind of satisfaction, too. 
More than that, she was thrilling to the sensation of her sister becoming 
more and more aroused! Each sigh of delight coming from her sister's lips 
seemed to stimulate the juices in her own quivering body. There was a 
strong, rising sensation of thrilling arousal building between her own legs, 
and soon the feeling would require some kind of sexual gratification. If she 
made Wanda come quickly enough, maybe Wanda would have enough strength to do 
something for her. 

Without slipping her finger from Wanda's tight box, Rhonda reached out to 
the candle lying on the nearby night table. Lord! The only resemblance it 
bore to a penis was its length and shape. It wasn't nearly as thick as her 
father's throbbing cock. Nor was it warm. It lacked the wonderfully 
thrilling pulsations of a penis, and there was no actual helmet-shaped head. 
All in all, it was a poor substitute for a cock, but it would do. 

Slowly easing her fingers out of her sister's creaming snatch, she prepared 
to press the candle into her. Wanda reached back, trying to find the fingers 
she had enjoyed so much. For a moment nothing was there. She had been close 
to a minor climax, and for the moving finger in her vagina to suddenly stop 
was truly maddening. She wanted to cry out to her daddy, or whoever was 
fingering her, to put the digit back inside her. But she felt hands tolling 
her over so she lay on her back, with her knees upraised and her loins 
spread wide apart. Although still somewhat drunk, she thought her father 
would fall on her now, and drive his heated prick into her tortured depths. 
She tried opening her eyes, but the sunlight, streaming in through the 
window, was blinding. She clamped her eyelids shut, concentrating solely on 
the gratification she intended enjoying from within. Her hotly screaming 
pussy was aching for penile attention. "Fuck me, daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck 
me, now! 

Fuck me, hard! Fuck me again and again!" 

Her teeth were tightly clamped together and her voice came groaning out from 
between them. She felt hands pushing on her knees, shoving them back, back, 
back, until they touched her nipples. 

Rhonda, staring at her sister's aroused breasts, couldn't resist releasing 
the girl's knees and tweaking her nipples. She massaged the solid mounds of 
flesh, tugging on the rosy buds and wishing she could suck on them. Heck! 
Why simply wish? Why not do it? And she did, leaning forward and pulling the 
coral tip into her mouth. She began sucking strongly, feeling her sister 
clamp her arms around her head for a moment and tightly clutch her to her 
breast. Pressing the candle between tightly clamped inner thighs, Rhonda 
moved onto the bed between her sister's wide-open thews, still sucking on 
her nipple while her hand massaged the younger girl's other breast. Her 
sharp teeth bit down a little on the girl's swollen tit-bud, and Wanda 
sighed with ecstasy. The nipples of her own breast were arousingly pressing 
against Wanda's belly, Rhonda sucked and pulled the breast of her sister 
deeper into her mouth, hungering to swallow the entire orb. Wanda groaned, 
writhing and squirming as her sister's mouth continued wildly sucking, as if 
trying to draw sustenance from the firm, round pap. Wanda's hands crushed 
all the more tightly around Rhonda's head, and the older sister felt her 
nostrils and face being surrounded by the mounds of titflesh. Lord! In the 
past day or two it seemed as if both their bosoms had enlarged more than a 
little. Fucking seemed to have taken its toll on them. 

Tugging her head free of Wanda's tight grip, Rhonda sat up and looked down 
at her sister's craving body. She could see Wanda was more than ready for 
the candle. 

"Please, please, please," Wanda was gasping. "I need to be fucked. Please, 
fuck me now!" 

The younger girl writhed helplessly beneath the sitting body of her sister, 
her body seemingly with a will of its own. The feeling of lips and teeth 
pulling at her nipple had driven her to the brink of insanity, and if she 
didn't get some relief soon, she would fall over. Her arching thighs were 
humping up and down, and Rhonda realized, the candle she was clutching 
between her own thighs was rubbing against her sister's pubic mound, teasing 
it even more. 

Wanda, feeling the candle tickle her vaginal lips, was convinced she was in 
an instant replay of her own defloration. But this time there was no pain. 
This time it would be all pleasure, and so she raised her thighs higher, 
faster. 

Rhonda moved back and took the candle from between her own loins, realizing 
she missed it even if it hadn't touched her own sopping lips. It might have 
been a poor substitute for a cock, but anything was better than emptiness. 

Holding the candle by the thick, unpointed end, Rhonda pressed the tapered 
tip against her sister's fluted pussylips. The hair-lined slit began 
opening, and she rubbed the little wick, extending from the candle, up and 
down, tickling the bubble of clitoral flesh. She leaned down to watch what 
she was doing, and she was amazed to see her sister's slavering vagina open 
and close like the mouth of some preying fish trying to capture a helpless 
guppy. The wax moved through the curling hairs, running up and down, until 
Wanda's gasps told her sister she could no longer take this teasing. She 
moved the tapered point lower, rubbing it against the narrow elastic 
opening, then little by little Rhonda increased the pushing pressure, 
pressing the waxen rod against her sister's damp, pink passage. 

"Oooh ... ahhhhhh...." Wanda sighed, feeling the point of what she imagined 
to be a penis start rotating into her vagina. She arched her loins, anxious 
to feel the slender probe move deeper. She wanted it all the way in, like 
the last time. 

Even though it felt a lot more slender than the first time, Wanda realized 
her vagina was still tight, and resisted the entry of the cylinder pushing 
its way into her. But it continued sliding deeper and deeper into her, and 
when it touched her cervix, it felt so narrow inside, it was actually able 
to bypass the womb-opening and move even deeper into her pulsating trench, 
sinking deeper than ever before. Nothing had ever gone this far into her. 
The pressure against her thrillingly aroused interior was intensifying since 
the object being thrust into her seemed to get thicker as it moved in. It 
managed to touch all her inner walls, but only because of the way she 
compressed her vaginal interior around it. 

"More, more, more," Wanda begged, and Rhonda shoved, pushing all but the 
part of the candle her hand was holding into her sister's steaming interior. 
God! Wanda's cunt was so hot, Rhonda wondered if the candle wax would melt 
inside her. She was taking nearly nine inches of candle into her. Had the 
taper not been so slender, it would never have been able to go in so far. 
The cervix would have stopped a cock from sinking that deeply into the girl. 

The sight of the waxen cylinder inside her sister's tight, clamping nookie 
was arousing Rhonda more and more. She tugged then pushed, and Wanda began 
bucking insanely, moving her tender inner flesh up and down the length of 
the probing candle. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaannnggghhh! Ooohhh!" Wanda gasped. 

It was s-o-o-o-o-o-o good. There was no pain at all, this time. It fitted 
into her with such delightful pressure, and the smooth hardness was truly a 
delight to her hot, tender walls. She could feel the hardened wax parting 
her inner tightness, ploughing in and out with rapid, thrusting strokes. It 
moved almost all the way out, then slid all the way back in, making her body 
rapidly shudder up and down. She gasped and sighed again and again, wishing 
she could feel even more pressure. Somehow this just didn't feel like her 
daddy's cock. It had been so thick, stretching her interior, giving her some 
little pain, but giving that much more pleasure to more than compensate for 
any anguish. Oh Lord! 

"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!" Wanda gasped, as the moving of the fucking candle 
increased its speed, running more frenziedly in and out of her anguished 
body. Her stomach was sucking in and out at rapid, uncontrolled speed. That 
orgasm was starting to well up inside her all over again, only this time it 
was stronger than ever. It wasn't going to be a small, minor sensation, this 
time. It was going to be good, really good. 

Looking at her sister's face, Rhonda saw the ecstasy scrawled all over it. 
The younger girl's head was whipping from side to side, the strands of 
blonde hair matted with perspiration. Her hands were gripping her own 
breasts, palms massaging the nipples furiously as she rammed her thighs up 
to meet the furious thrusts of the candle. 

Rhonda felt her own forehead break out with perspiration. The sight of her 
sister so erotically aroused had a strong effect on her because her sister's 
face was her own face, and it was as if she was looking at herself. She 
rammed the candle back and forth with even greater speed. Her other hand 
pressed into her own naked belly. Little by little the fingers began 
wandering down, dancing through the light blonde fleece on her pelvis, 
reaching for the pink slit beneath. God! God! She didn't want to be sated 
with her own finger. This was the one thing she had wanted to avoid all day. 
She could no longer help herself. The finger would have to do until her 
sister was through with the candle, then she could stick it into her own 
simmering pussy. 

Her own vagina was soaking wet with the oily flow coming from within, and 
she had almost no trouble worming a forefinger into herself. She twirled the 
finger around and around, and suddenly realized she definitely needed more. 
Little by little she managed to slip a second finger inside herself, pushing 
the two digits back and forth, sensing the slightly rougher surface of her 
own vaginal interior. 

Wanda let out an almost pitiful gasp, bucking up and down and taking as much 
candle into her cunt as possible. Her climax was almost there. Any moment 
now, and it would overwhelm her. Rhonda's hand moved the candle through her 
sister's aching pussy in time to the way her fingers massaged her own 
clitoris. 

"Yessssss ... yessssss ... yessssss...." Wanda shouted, her entire body in 
rapturous ecstasy. 

The candle kept rubbing the side of the neck of her womb each time it 
plunged into her. Every nerve in her vagina seemed to be touched by the 
smooth waxen length, and as she writhed she felt the building orgasm finally 
take shape inside her and fully blossom out. 

"OHHHHHH, GEEEEEE!" she screamed as her body trembled with ultimate delight. 
"COMMMIIINNNGGG ... I'M COMMIIINNNGGG ... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" 

Rhonda watched the cheeks of her sister's upraised ass begin a strong, hard 
clenching around the pinched, brown pucker of her anus while her thighs 
tightly crushed the candle. As the heavy flood of orgiastic fluids came 
spurting from Wanda's crushing nookie, Rhonda saw the little streaks of 
green and realized the bayberry candle was literally melting in the oven of 
her sister's vagina. What seemed like gallons of heavy fluid poured out from 
around the moving candle, soaking her hand almost up to the elbow as the 
bubbling ooze sopped the bedcovers. Rhonda writhed, feeling her fingers push 
harder into her own cunt, and she wished she, too, could come. But fingers 
just weren't enough. They would never be enough. And the candle she was 
hoping to use was shrinking to where it would be of no value to Rhonda. 
There was another candle in the closet, but Rhonda flinched at the thought 
of wax melting inside her. As it was, she could have to clean her sister out 
and make sure none of the green paraffin hardened in Wanda's nest. 

After awhile, Wanda's body began to relax, letting her sister know she had 
completed a series of crises. Rhonda withdrew what was left of the candle 
from her sister's pussy, and dropped it into the nearby wastebasket. And 
that was when Wanda's eyes finally opened. 

* * * 

Realizing what had happened, Wanda sat up and wordlessly pushed her sister 
back on the bed. And before Rhonda could say anything, the tongue of hex 
anxious sister was in her own seething honey pot, bringing her to a 
screaming conclusion. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The new closeness between the twins prompted each to tell the other all she 
had experienced, as well as all she had seen. Wanda was the more surprised 
of the two, especially after hearing about her mother and their cousin 
Larry. Although the girls agreed their father belonged primarily to their 
mother, neither was in a hurry to give him up. The idea of sharing Cousin 
Larry between them didn't make either of them very happy, either. But both 
girls agreed, they needed more cock. Douching the remnants of the bayberry 
candle from Wanda's interior hadn't been too thrilling an experience, so 
candles were out. And the boys in school were all braggarts and 
blabbermouths, so they would have to forget about using them. 

"I think," Wanda said, now totally sober, "well have to offer the problem to 
daddy and see what kind of solution he finds." 

"Oh, daddy won't like the idea of our fucking with anyone else," Rhonda 
pointed out. 

"Well he's just going to have to adjust to the idea," Wanda insisted. "I 
mean, he isn't supposed to be fucking us, himself. There's no way he can 
object to what we want." 

"One thing is sure, and that is: if we go on fucking with daddy, mother is 
certain to find out," Rhonda said. 

"Yes, but if what you say is true, mother is being unfaithful, too. I think 
the best thing would be for father to find mother being unfaithful, and 
then, out of revenge, he can screw us in front of mother and she won't be 
able to object." 

"But how can we be sure mother'll even do anything with Cousin Larry again?" 
Rhonda asked. 

"By convincing Larry to blackmail mother into letting him fuck her," Wanda 
answered. 

"How can we do that?" 

"Rhonda, there's only one way. We have to make a personal sacrifice this 
once, and let Cousin Larry play with us." 

"But he had such a skinny cock. Even the candle we used was thicker." 

"True, but such sacrifices do occasionally have to be made." 

"I suppose," Rhonda nodded. "Gee, for such a shy, timid kid, you've really 
changed." 

"I'm still a shy, timid kid with other people around," Wanda explained. 
"It's just that when I'm with you I feel relaxed and I can talk." 

"Well, I would think tonight is the best time to do it." 

"Why is that?" Rhonda asked. 

"His sisters will be out at the church bingo meeting, and he'll be home 
alone. Sunday night is the one night we can always be sure Larry!! be alone. 
And that being the case, I think we should keep him company." 

"When'll we go?" 

"Right after supper. Popll be looking for an excuse to be alone with mom 
again. Hell probably be all hot and horny, and if he thinks we've gone to 
some dumb church social or something, he'll be content and not try to find 
out where we are. And we can go and 'convince' Cousin Larry to fuck mother." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Ever since his affair with his cousin Barbara, Larry had been dreaming of 
sex. His mind had constantly focused on his fulcrum, thinking how great it 
would be to fuck Barbara again. It never occurred to him to chase after 
other females, but he did start a diary. It was a book rich with his 
imagination, and it was something no one else would ever see. He was 
starting to imagine himself as being a hardboiled Bogartesque type 
character, and it would eventually help bring him out of his shell. When his 
two cousins once removed came to his house after his sisters were gone, and 
offered themselves to him in return for his blackmailing their mother into 
another fucking session, he was flabbergasted. But he was quick to agree, 
especially after the session they had with him. As with their mother, he 
came too quickly the first time, and had to relax while they played with one 
another in front of him until he finally raised his cane again, and did a 
credible job. In his mind, his penis was much larger than it really was, and 
that was the way he wrote it in his diary. When the girls finally left him, 
he sat and wrote the following: 

"I fucked my two kid cousins tonight. They came in here, admitting they 
couldn't resist my manly charms. I guess their mother, my cousin Barbara, 
was right. 

"They came in, and before I realized it, both girls had stripped down. Their 
tits were two matched sets, firm and pear-shapted. Each boob had a large 
pink aureole, centered with a thick nipple. Their waists were pinched and 
their hips were developing nicely, as were their asses. They stripped me, 
sat me on my bed, and went to work on me, Rhonda kissing my belly while 
Wanda started sucking my cock. I reached for Wanda's boobs, but she backed 
off from my massaging fingers. The way she pulled her tit away made me want 
to go after it, but in the position in which I was sitting, I couldn't do a 
thing without losing the enjoyment of what the girls were doing to me. 
Automatically my hand compressed harder and squeezed Rhonda's firm boob, and 
this made Rhonda suck on my flesh a bit harder, leaving little 
black-and-blue marks all around. 

"Rhonda finally took her mouth from my stomach and stared down at the 
bobbing head of her sister. She reached down and grabbed the swaying tit I 
had attempted to touch, and we both saw Wanda shudder. Taking her head from 
my body, Rhonda got off the bed and kneeled beside the cocksucking Wanda. 
She dipped her head lower, turning her face upward and forcing it between my 
skin and Wanda's body, putting the upstanding little nipple between her lips 
and compressing. Wanda writhed in pleasure, and while still pumping her 
mouth full of solid cockflesh, reached between the thighs of her sister, 
rubbing the fiery gash and letting her middle finger slip inside the labial 
slot. 

"We stayed this way for awhile, I jack-hammering my turgid prick as far into 
Wanda's mouth as possible. The tightness of her lips began having its effect 
on me, and I announced I was going to blast off if we maintained this 
position. 

"Rhonda suddenly took her mouth off Wanda's aroused tit and sat up, saying, 
"It's been a little time since I've tasted semen. Let me finish him, Wanda." 

"Who'd have believed my cousins were such hot cunts? 

"Wanda shook her head, and I could feel the ridges of her teeth making 
slight indentations in my corona. Rhonda was getting angry, so I suggested, 
'Why don't you girls take turns." 

"How about it?' Rhonda pleaded, and her sister nodded. 

""How do we do it?' Rhonda asked, while Wanda continued to savagely suck. 

""Just as I come, I'll yell. Wanda can have the first four blasts, and then 
she'll yank her head away and you can clamp your mouth down and take the 
rest." 

""Okay with you?' Rhonda asked. Her sister nodded, then slid her mouth over 
to the side so she only sucked on the right half of my pulsing prick. Rhonda 
got the idea and let her own lips cover the exposed part of my throbbing 
cock. The two girls moved up and down in unison, their lips actually 
touching around my burning pole. When they slid up to the top of my 
twitching phallus, their tongue actually intertwined around the glans and 
they soul-kissed while thoroughly licking my corona. 

"It was while both mouths had worked their way down to my scrotum that I 
could feel the boiling froth starting to work its way up the inside of my 
flesh-cylinder. 

"'Now,' I screamed, and Wanda's head returned to the top of my broiling 
meat, just in time to catch the first blast of searing sperm. I could 
actually feel the stream splatter against the back of her throat, and then I 
shot a second stream. Her tongue swooped it up and carried it to the back of 
her mouth as I unleashed a third squirt. The fourth followed before she 
could swallow, and with her mouth full of come cream, Wanda pulled her 
leeching lips from my bursting prick, making room for her sister, anxiously 
waiting her turn. 

"My fifth shot came too fast for Rhonda to catch it in her mouth. It made a 
white streak along her left cheek as she clamped her mouth tightly over my 
flesh fountain, and she bobbed her head vigorously in the hope she could 
excite more semen to spurt forth. I fired at least a dozen times more, 
though I think I unleashed more in my first four shots than in the twelve 
following. Still, Rhonda was happily sucking away, noisily slurping and 
smacking her lips against my draining dong, hungrily pulling out the thick, 
gummy liquid, savoring every drop of it. 

"Wanda, seeing the white streak of semen on her sister's cheek, leaned over 
and licked it off, then slid her head between her sister's chin and my 
balls, face up, and began licking my scrotum, making sure her sister got 
those last few drops. 

"Finally, I stopped shooting and fell back on the bed, a bit tired. I was 
literally drained. However neither of the sisters had been satisfied, and 
they turned to one another and began kissing, falling on the bedroom carpet. 
Each had a hand cupped into her sister's creaming cunt. 

"They stretched out full length on the floor, each hungrily kissing and 
licking the other. I stared, fascinated at the way they were intertwined, 
locked in a joint embrace from top to bottom. Lips pressed against lips, and 
open mouths revealing lunging tongues. 

"Arms were entwined in a fascinating combination of feminine curves. Legs 
twisted about one another, grasping and tugging the opposite female as close 
as possible until it looked as if they were two curves belonging to a single 
lovely body. Their breathing was so perfectly matched, it was as if only one 
person inhaled and exhaled; a single living human freak with four arms and 
four legs. 

"Their bellies pressed deep into one another, sutured together by their 
joint perspiration. Two flat panes of flesh now rubbed one against the other 
as their mouths clung voraciously, tongues whipping away. Tiny, full, 
rounded tit pressed against its counterpart, the four nipples grinding in 
perfect unison as they rubbed. Their hands no longer grasped each other's 
pussies, but tightly held one another, letting their curved labia feel the 
friction from the leaking lips of the other. Then-crushing cunts pressed 
hard against each other, burning under the strain-of heavy passion ignited 
by having first let their mouths suck my enlarged dong. 

"I watched them letting themselves get carried away by feelings I never 
suspected either capable of knowing. I'd seen women enjoy one another 
before, but never with such an inner passion. The two were more than making 
love to each other. They were actually loving each other. Both had been 
hungry for a man, and now they were taking out the hunger on one another. I 
could sympathize with them, knowing how delightful each body had felt to me. 

"Neither of the twins was fully aware of what she was doing. Each was 
reacting strictly to their senses of touch and taste. The stimulation of 
nipple against nipple, and swollen cuntlips caressing soothing labia made 
each forget she was a female in need of masculine attention. 

"Sliding off the bed, I moved in on the clinging twins, but they were 
completely unaware of my presence. They were so tightly pressed against each 
other, the best I could do at the start was to rub their backs and kiss the 
napes of their necks. But neither seemed aware I was there. Maybe it was 
just as well, because I wasn't quite ready to raise another hard-on. 

"Wanda was the more aggressive of the pair, and she began by letting her 
hand return to Rhonda's flaming quim, rubbing the outer juicy lips with the 
palm of her hand, exerting just enough pressure to stimulate a hot glow in 
Rhonda's belly. The latter began seeping heavy, viscous fluids, soaking her 
sister's hand. 

"Then Wanda placed her forefinger on Rhonda's hard, extended clitoris and 
began moving it in a soft, tantalizing circular rhythm, first clockwise, 
then counterclockwise. 

"Rhonda churned her body in a countermovement to her sister's finger 
massage. Soon they were in an entirely different universe, with Rhonda's 
thighs clamped tightly on Wanda's pressuring hand, her throbbing clit riding 
hard against Wanda's moving fingers. Rhonda clutched her sister tightly to 
her, biting deeply into her shoulder, and then gluing her mouth against her 
sister's lips, letting her tongue wash across Wanda's tile-white teeth. 

"It was Wanda who broke the kiss first, her finger still making tiny circles 
against Rhonda's pulsating nub. She leaned down and sucked Rhonda's right 
tit deep into her tiny little mouth. She half-swallowed the small orb, 
making sucking sounds in her throat, then releasing it so she could roll the 
turgid, upstanding nipple between her teeth and lips. Wanda was biting with 
just enough pressure to drive her twin straight up the wall of sensual 
pleasure. Rhonda's pussy, meanwhile, was a whirling dervish, circling again 
and again on the point of Wanda's rubbing finger. Rhonda was moaning, awash 
in a sea of ecstasy. Wanda meanwhile, was thrilled to hear her sister sob, 
and pressed her finger all the harder against Rhonda's clit while sucking 
strongly on the rubbery nipple. 

"I was becoming aroused all over again. My limp cock was beginning to 
stretch its head and solidify. I noticed Wanda's own body bucking with the 
circular movement of Rhonda's inflamed twat, and I moved against her rear, 
pressing my turgid cock against the longer split of her small, 
delicious-looking ass. My hardened prong slid between the juicy little 
cheeks and slipped along until it touched Wanda's greased cunt. I let the 
head soak in the sopping juices, then pulled my newly-inflamed prong back 
and took aim at her tiny asshole. It was no go. My schlong was too thick to 
immediately penetrate. I slid my left hand underneath, letting my pinky soak 
in the sauna of Wanda's steaming pussy, then I moved the pinky up until I 
was pressing it against that tight, squirmy little asshole. 

"Slowly, little by little, my pinky began to part the web-like flesh of her 
bucking anus, and millimeter by millimeter forced the sphincter to yield to 
its pressure. And with each little push, Wanda gasped and rubbed her finger 
all the harder against her sister's thumping 'man-in-the-boat." 

"Rhonda clasped her sister to her all the more tightly, their cheeks pressed 
closely together. Her mouth pouted so beautifully, I had to lean forward and 
kiss it while my pinky continued its inroads into her sister's bumhole. 

"Wanda, meanwhile, had sucked so much on Rhonda's tantalizing tit, she had 
decided to release it and kiss Rhonda on the back of her right shoulder. I 
tried finishing my kiss with Rhonda, but she didn't want to let go. Finally, 
her sister rubbed her pussy-sentinel with an extra hard bit of pressure, and 
Rhonda gasped and let my lips go. 

"I think I would have knelt and sucked Wanda's asshole had it not been 
bucking so violently. As it was, I had finally gotten my pinky all the way 
in, and was moving it around, stretching the elasticity of the sphincter to 
more easily accommodate my poking prick. 

"I yanked my pinky out and slipped my forefinger in. It went in much more 
easily than I thought. Good! Now it was time for peter to make his entrance. 

"Wanda's head was slowly moving down Rhonda's torso, bypassing the 
chocolate-tipped creamy mounds of tits, and working down along the belly. 
She dipped to the scrunched up navel and inserted her tongue, and Rhonda 
nearly screamed as the oral digit made a few circular turns within. From the 
winking bellybutton, her tantalizing tongue moved down the flat of her 
sister's tummy to the light, downy moss covering her pelvis. 

"In no time, Wanda's busy tongue tickled its way to the top of Rhonda's 
hair-fringed split. The blistering result from Wanda's burning breath as her 
wet tongue sliced through the surrounding pussy hedge was to create an 
overpowering updraft of fire within her sister's heaving belly. Rhonda was 
going to come. 

"My own horny cock had finally found the entrance to Wanda's elusive 
asshole. I pressed it forward, and Wanda automatically pushed back as her 
tongue began sluicing through her sister's honeypot. As my powerized cock 
began making inroads into Wanda's ultra-tight asshole. I saw her dip her 
hands lower and begin massaging her sister's clit while her tongue continued 
washing the delicate slit. She forced Rhonda's thighs wider so she could 
insert three fingers into the steaming twat. Her lips and tongue sucked all 
the more voraciously on her sister's clit, pulling on the extension of flesh 
until I thought she'd bite it right off. 

"I rammed my fiery poker into Wanda's ass, and she writhed in total 
enjoyment as my prong began reaming back and forth. It made her open her 
mouth and press it against her sister's writhing cunt. The flat of her 
tongue spread itself against the blood-filled clit, and Rhonda was wriggling 
in unspoken, agonizing ecstasies. 

"Rhonda was going bananas from the feel of her sister's loving mouth. Every 
possible neuron and axon inside her besieged snatch was tingling and 
vibrating like a well-tuned violin string. Her brain received one pleasure 
signal after another, and she felt it was no longer enough to receive. She 
had to give. 

"An instant later, I found myself flat on the floor on my back, my cock 
still hungrily inserted in Wanda's grasping ass. Wanda lay on top of me, her 
tongue still slurping across her sister's clitoris, and Rhonda was on top of 
her sister, in a soixante neuf position, wildly licking Wanda's 
'man-in-the-boat.' Every now and again, Rhonda's tongue slithered down the 
full length of her sister's lovely cunt crack and touched my throbbing pole 
as it plundered its way back and forth within the rigid confines of Wanda's 
squeezing rectum. The weight would have been intolerable had not both girls 
been so light. As it was, between them, I don't think I was supporting a 
hundred and eighty pounds. 

"Rhonda's hungering mouth continued sucking on her sister's eager gash, 
while Wanda's slurping tongue continued washing her sister's solid clit. And 
because the girls were on top of me, I could barely move my aching cock in 
and out of the tight hole. 

"Rhonda came first, wailing like a banshee as she rolled this way and that, 
pumping her slick, cunt liquid into her sister's waiting mouth. She jammed 
her face deep into Wanda's burning pussy and screamed again and again, the 
sound being absorbed by the soft, inner velvety walls of Wanda's vagina. 

"Her screaming, plus the pressure of her lapping tongue on Wanda's clit soon 
had Wanda in an insane frenzy as she, too, climbed the incomparable rainbow, 
shuddering and shaking in the throes of some wild, unnamed passion, coming 
again and again. 

"Wanda had the more intense climax, and an instant after completing her 
orgasm, rolled off me, my hard cock tugging out of her asshole with the pop 
of a cork leaving a champagne bottle. 

"'I need another orgasm,' Rhonda was sobbing as Wanda lay off to the side, 
too exhausted to reply. 

"Getting to my feet, I tugged Rhonda to hers and flung her onto the bed. 
Then I leaped on her, plunging my rampant cock deep into her blistering 
pussy until I was as far as I could go. For a little girl she had a 
deceptive box. It took all the cock I had to offer. I was jammed in up to 
the hilt. I began pumping wildly, and Rhonda moaned, 'Ooooh, that feels 
sooooo good. It's been so long since I've had a good penis fill me. Oh God!' 

"The sound of her fervor snapped Wanda out of her lethargy, and an instant 
later I felt the second twin on the bed. She pushed me slightly forward, so 
she could reach both, my plunging cock and her sister's gobbling cunt. Her 
tongue liquidly spun across our members, causing me to thrust into Rhonda 
with longer, harder strokes. 

"The combination of Wanda's tongue and my pistoning plunger reaming out her 
flashing pussy was too much for Rhonda. She screamed again, heaving her 
taut, tiny center as high as she could, and then her fuming cuntlips 
tightened their hold on my slashing pecker, and she came in a wild, 
thrashing, screaming fit of insanity that was a single, long, solitary yell. 
Her thrill had started from the middle of her cunt and had spread like a 
forest wildfire to her every extremity. 

"At the top of her orgasm, Rhonda fainted dead away. It had been quite 
awhile since she'd had a good prick in her, and combined with her sister's 
knowing tongue, the feeling had been too good. She had experienced so much 
good feeling in so short a time, a short circuit must have occurred in one 
of her synapses. 

"I unplugged my sensitized cock from within her unconscious body and turned 
to Wanda. The latter fell on her back, spreading her luscious loins wide 
apart, begging for my solid meat. I threw myself on top of her and squirmed 
until my stopper worked its way completely into her clutching cunny. Just as 
her tits had felt different from the boobs of her sister, so did the inside 
of Wanda's bubbling twat caress my slamming, throbbing dick in another way. 
Wanda's interior was softer, more foamy, more spongy. And yet it created a 
stronger friction because the instant I put my aching prick into Wanda we 
both knew I was going to come. And come I did, splashing my gism all over 
the interior of her knob-copping cunt, spraying my slick, white sperm all 
over until she, too, rocketed to her final orgasm." 

In later years, Larry would become a journalist, and he would pen his 
experiences in a book using different names. Unfortunately, no one would 
believe him, and the book would not only not be a best-seller, but would 
lose money for the publisher. 

* * * 

The twins, totally sated for the evening, returned to their home. Larry had 
promised to blackmail their mother into fucking for him, and that was 
precisely what they wanted. Although they had enjoyed themselves, things 
hadn't gone quite the way Larry had described them. His thin penis had 
forced each of them to tighten her vaginal muscles when he probed into her. 
And where a thicker phallus might have hurt Wanda's rectum, Larry's had been 
so slender it had slid comfortable in. Most of the enjoyment each girl had 
received had been from one another. Still, they were satisfied enough so 
that neither had an inclination to play with the other once they had gotten 
into bed. 

Wanda lay back, amazed at all that had happened since Friday. She, her 
sister, and their Cousin Larry had all been pure, innocent, unknowing 
teenagers, and now all three of them seemed to know more than many people 
who had fucked for thirty years or more. Yet she didn't feel corrupted. Nor 
did she feel dirty for having had an incestuous experience with her father. 
The truth was, she felt a lot better than if her cherry might have been 
popped by some strange, pimply faced teenage boy she might have dated. 
Somehow or other, Wanda had the feeling all this would turn out well for 
everyone involved. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The following day, Monday, in the late afternoon, Larry came to the Menscher 
house intent on fucking his first cousin. Barbara, who only a few days 
before, would have been shocked at the idea of doing-something during the 
day, between weekends with her own husband, felt a strong itch in her 
vaginal canal the moment she saw Larry. When he began making overtures, she 
didn't attempt any false modesty. She willingly agreed to go up to bed with 
him, unaware her daughters were in the house. But Larry, knowing the girls 
didn't want him in their mother's bedroom, suggested they use the living 
room, just as a change of pace. Barbara went to the front door, locked it, 
and headed into the living room with her cousin. 

"Well," Rhonda murmured from the head of the stairs, "I think this is the 
time to go and get father." 

"So then, let's do it," Wanda nodded, smiling. 

* * * 

The two girls, dressed in white blouses and pink skirts, quietly came down 
the stairs, listening to the passionate sighs of their mother as their 
cousin undressed her. They paused at the living room and peered in, seeing 
Larry already sucking on their mother's tits. Then they quietly unlocked the 
front door, slipped out, and closed it behind them. 

* * * 

Hurrying down to the corner, they grabbed a bus which would take them into 
town. Fifteen minutes later, they were getting off a half block from their 
father's store, and they ran in and insisted he close the place early and 
come home with them. 

Fred Menscher, totally unaware of what was going through his daughters' 
minds, reluctantly agree, and after closing the store, got into the car with 
them and drove home. 

* * * 

"Shhhh!" Wanda cautioned, quietly opening the front door. 

Fred didn't understand any of it, at first, but heard the noises the moment 
he entered. Walking through to the living room entrance, he stood 
transfixed, watching with his daughters as Larry, mounted on his wife, who 
lay on the floor, fucked strongly into her. 

Barbara groaned withdeep passion as her hotly quivering pussy was fucked 
again and again, building wild thrills in her almost beyond endurance. She 
didn't know what it was that had come over Larry, but he was fantastic. And 
Larry, for his part, would have another fabulous chapter to add to his 
diary. He was pounding rigidly into her teeming pussy, holding her thighs 
back against her body, pinning her arms to her belly. 

The throbbing, slender cock built wild thrills in her anxious body. She 
could feel the small cockhead skewering in and out of her vaginal tunnel, 
moving like a wild piston. His dangling balls slapped against her asscheeks, 
tickling her sensitive anal pucker each time he rammed forward. 

Her taut vagina flared and the clasping lips of her hair-lined temple opened 
like a flowering bud to receive the wonderful attack on her ultra-sensitive 
flesh. Her hands finally freed themselves from beneath her thighs and wound 
around his back, pulling him more and more snugly into her. God! She wished 
his cock was a little bit thicker. Her nails dug into his flesh and clawed 
streaks down to his flexing buttocks as she tugged on him, slamming her ass 
up hard to stab herself delightfully with his knife-like cock. He was laying 
full length on her with his arms behind her knees to keep her ass tilted up, 
allowing him complete penetration. The angle made his short cock ride deeper 
into her sucking cunt, and he matched the movement of his cock by thrusting 
his tongue into the seething depths of her mouth, as well. Barbara hungrily 
sucked on his tongue, trying almost desperately to make him unroll more of 
it into her mouth. The previous night she had sucked her husband's cock for 
the first time, and she had been in a wild state of paradise from filling 
her throat with his meat. Now she was trying to clog her gullet with Larry's 
tongue, but it just wouldn't reach. The minty odor of his breath excited and 
aroused her all the more. Her body was able to keep up with his pounding 
lunges, bouncing with her own wild rhythm. Her hips struggled to keep him 
from withdrawing too quickly each time, lusting after the thin, slender 
feeling of his cock inside her. The floor absorbed the full impact of her 
round ass each time it came slamming down as the loud sound of straining 
grunts and groans filled the air in the seemingly stifling room, mingling 
with the noises of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh. The wet, almost 
viscous rasping sounds of his cock being sucked into her cunt again and 
again seemed to overpower almost everything. It thrilled her lustfilled 
pussy. 

Barbara was aware her cousin was going to come very shortly, feeling his 
seemingly pencil-thin cock suddenly swell a little. The knowledge of this 
oncoming eruption drove her crazy with renewed passion. She was starting to 
reach under her buttocks to grab and squeeze his testicles as they pressed 
into the crevice of her shuddering ass when she was startled out of her 
lustful passion by the sound of her husband's voice as he walked into the 
room. 

"Well, well, well," Fred snapped, approaching them, his voice thick with 
emotion. The sight of his wife being fucked by someone else didn't please 
him, but it did arouse him, and the emotion in his voice was lust rather 
than anger, but his wife couldn't tell the difference at that point. 

Barbara's heart almost ripped through her chest cavity, stunned at being 
caught this way. The one thing of which she had been afraid had happened. 

She wanted to wriggle out from under Larry's body, but he was too heavy to 
move. She saw Larry trying to brave it out by staring at Fred, wearing a 
large white grin. 

"Larry, Larry," she screamed, pounding on his chest. "Let me up. For God's 
sake, LET ME UP!" 

Her screams came out in a hoarse voice, but Larry remained on top of her, 
his throbbing cock still inside her as if nailing her to the floor. Barbara 
felt like a helplessly squirming butterfly. 

The twins watched, both feeling a bit hot, yet neither interfering. They 
knew their daddy would eventually reveal his relationship with them, but 
only when it suited him. Right now, he was playing the hurt husband to the 
hilt. Only the girls and he knew he was only acting. "Fred, Fred," Barbara 
called to her husband. "Oh, Fred, please don't hate me." 

"So, my pure, sweet wife, who, up until a week ago insisted on fucking in 
only one position, usually with the lights out, has suddenly discovered the 
joys of sex with another man, eh?" 

"What are you going to do?" Barbara asked, horrified, seeing the wicked 
gleam in his eye. 

"I'm going to give you a lesson in what it really feels like to be fucked," 
he snapped at her. "This is something you'll never forget. And when I'm 
finished with you, I'm going to fuck your two daughters, one at a time." 

"Fred, NO!" Barbara screamed, horrified. "It isn't right to make the girls 
pay for my sins." 

"Sins? Honey, no one here is talking about sins. You are not only going to 
watch me fuck each of your daughters, but you're going to help me. You're 
going to hold each one of them down while I plow into them." 

"Oh, gooody!" Rhonda whispered to her sister. "We get to play virgin all 
over again." 

"That should be a lot of fun," Wanda nodded. "But that won't happen until 
tonight. So let's you and I enjoy all this." 

"Flip her over," Fred said to Larry, pointing to his wife. 

Larry looked puzzled for a moment, and then a grin came to his youthful 
face. Suddenly he was a knowing man of the world. He was discovering all the 
fancy ways a man could fuck a woman. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around Barbara's sweat-soaked body, he rolled her 
over with his hard, skinny cock still spiked into her, pulling her ripe 
breasts against his hairy, young chest. Her round, white buttocks were now 
pointed toward the ceiling. The frantic wife struggled fiercely for a 
moment, but Larry, for all his youth, was much too strong for her. She was 
shocked to feel her husband slap her ass as he yelled, "Hold still, 
sweetheart." 

She heard his pants and underwear hit the floor, then she jumped when she 
felt his finger probe at her tender little anal ring. 

"Wow!" Wanda whispered to her sister. "D'you see what dad is going to do? He 
and Larry are going to be the two pieces of bread in a sandwich. Mom is the 
meat." 

"Boy!" Rhonda quietly replied. "Somehow or other, mom manages to have all 
the fun." 

"What are you going to do?" the fearful Barbara asked her husband. 

"I'm going to stretch your pretty little asshole with my finger," he told 
her, "and then I'm going to shove my cock into it. Believe me, honey. You'll 
love it." 

Terrified at the thought, Barbara tried squirming her buttocks away but it 
was useless as her husband's probing finger was already pushing into her. He 
continued skewering it in, even as she screamed, feeling imaginary pain. He 
shoved it in up to the first knuckle, and Barbara stiffened from the 
unexpected sensation. She clamped her teeth together, refusing to scream and 
give her husband the satisfaction of knowing her might be hurting her. 

Grinning excitedly, Fred rotated his finger in the tight, clutching center 
of his wife's ass, making her hump her body up and down on Larry's thrusting 
pike. Little by little she felt a warm, tickling sensation run through her, 
and she relaxed somewhat. Her hips began moving of her own volition again, 
letting her tight cunt ride the monorail of Larry's skinny pecker. The 
thrusting penis rammed up into her sopping vagina from below, building wild 
sensations in her. Even with her husband looking on and fingering her 
asshole, Barbara was unable to keep herself from wildly bouncing. She 
suddenly realized Fred had been sliding his finger deeper and deeper into 
her anus. Suddenly it was all the way in and rotating around inside her, 
causing her no pain whatsoever. When he pushed another finger into her, she 
was prepared to feel pain again, but realized there was nothing but the 
delicious sensation of being fucked while her rectum was filled with the two 
fingers. She began enjoying the movement of the fingers in her asshole, and, 
combined with the thrusting of the penis in her cunt, she felt hot all over 
again. In fact, the fingers in her rectum made her vagina tighter and it fit 
more snugly around Larry's thrusting penis. 

Abruptly, the fingers slipped out of her anus, and suddenly she felt her 
husband moving closer. He was pushing her asscheeks apart with his thumbs as 
he moved in on her helplessly impaled body. 

Fred, overcome with lust at the sight of his wife's wonderful, rounded 
asscheeks suddenly lowered his head for a moment and plunged his tongue into 
her rectum..He licked for good three minutes, and Barbara felt a series of 
shudders shoot through her. But the licking stopped as abruptly as it had 
started, and he was up and leaning over her back as he pressed the knob of 
his heavy cock against her tight asshole. 

Barbara shivered in terror, knowing there was no way her tiny, narrow, 
rectal opening would be able to take the huge spear of cock. It just 
wouldn't fit, especially with Larry's cock in her cunt. She began writhing, 
trying desperately to free herself from the impalement of Larry's prick. But 
the two men were gripping her tightly, preventing her from moving. She could 
feel her husband's hairy thighs behind her, and felt his hot, hard penis 
running through the valley of her upturned asscheeks. 

Gasping, she felt a direct pressure against her anal pucker, and the 
pressure began getting to her. It was pushing, pushing, pushing, stretching 
the tight, narrow entrance, and this time the agony wasn't imagined. 

"Fred ... no ... oh please ... oh God ... no ... no ... aaaaaggggghhhhh..." 
she screamed the sound racing through the entire house as she suddenly felt 
the tight, gripping ring of her sphincter give way to the constant shoving 
of her husband's thick, powerful cock. In an abrupt blister of pain, his 
throbbing, lust-bloated cock-head slipped just inside the anal muscle, 
feeling it lock behind the corona. The agony of the obscene intrusion 
blasted through her entire being, and she began babbling and sobbing, 
begging for mercy. But her husband's mighty phallus continued easing inward, 
stretching the tight, narrow tube of her rectum, pushing deeper and reaching 
into her colon. Huge waves of pain seemed to precede it wherever it went. 
She gasped with despair as it sank deeper and deeper into her clutching 
rectum, the head reaching into her large intestine. And it kept moving in 
until she felt the stiff hairs of her husband's crotch rub her soft, smooth, 
tender asscheeks. It was in to the hilt. 

Tears of anguish and shame filled Barbara's eyes, overflowing onto her 
cheeks as the thick shank lodged deep in her seething asshole pulsed and 
twitched with Fred's mounting excitement. God! It hurt. To think, her 
husband was debasing her this way. And the crowning insult was his 
insistence she help him deflower their own daughters. How could he even 
think of such a thing? Yet was she any better, being caught in the act of 
cohabitation with her own first cousin. 

* * * 

Fred was no fool. He knew, by now, his daughters had some kind of hand in 
arranging all this. Had he not been screwing his two lovely girls, there was 
an outside chance he might have been angry at his wife for her infidelity. 
But now, he was glad to have caught her this way to have an excuse to fuck 
his girls in front of Barbara. Besides, by taking his cock in her ass while 
she was filled in her cunt with Larry's prick would eventually give her an 
ultimate thrill. He was smart enought to know she would want more of this 
"sandwiching" after today. As long as he was part of the sandwich, he didn't 
care. But in the future he wanted to help decide who the other male would 
be. This was something he and Barbara would work out later, after she fully 
enjoyed all this. 

Barbara could feel the thickness of the heavy shaft in her rectum while the 
thin prick continued pulsing in her tight cunt. A thin wall of membranous 
flesh separated the two phalluses. She wished Fred had his sausage stuffed 
in her cunt and Larry's was the one in her behind. She knew she would be 
able to take Larry's back there much more easily. But as she writhed in the 
hope of freeing herself from the two pales, she slowly came to the 
realization the painful agony she had been suffering moments before was 
changing into something totally enjoyable. Now, she carefully began rocking 
her hips back and forth, riding forward on one cock, while riding back on 
the other. There was no more holding off. 

Fred, bumingly aroused, thrilled to have invaded the last bastion of his 
wife's morality, began thrusting madly into the tight depths of her seething 
ass. Larry, meanwhile, countered by ramming his cock up into her tight twat, 
feeling the warm, wet welcome her bubbling cunt was continuing to give his 
probing prick. Now they began fucking her in tandem, with Fred tugging his 
shaft almost all the way out, while Larry slammed in. They started thrusting 
back and forth together, shuttling her back and forth between them as if she 
were a foam rubber dummy. 

Barbara felt thrills starting to pile up inside her, and she began sighing 
and squealing, betraying the delightful enjoyment she was feeling from the 
dual fucking. Her wanton body ached for more and more of the passionate 
thrusting as she writhed with rapture. 

Barbara's entire being was becoming a quivering, shaking sanctuary of lust 
as she humped insanely in maddening abandon. Her mind was trapped by the 
sensual feelings of her body, lost in a maze of overpowering sensations as 
she wildly rotated her thighs and loins, bouncing her asscheeks against the 
thews of the man sodomizing her. She joyfully humped back and forth, 
continually skewering her body on the two poles. A strong, flaming, bursting 
sensation was starting to build inside her. 

"Uuunnnhhhh!" she gasped, feeling sparking thrills shoot through her body, 
as blasting flashes of thrilling delight continued pervading her entire 
being. Qne glorious thrill after another trammeled through her. 

"God!" Rhonda whispered to her sister. "Look at mother. She has much more 
passion than either one of us." 

"I guess passion is something that builds with experience, and anyone who 
has been fucked by dad for fifteen years, even in the standard position, has 
to have developed her own share of passion," Wanda explained. 

Fred thrust wickedly into his wife's clutching rectum, thrilling to the 
tightness of her interior. He slammed into her again and again, feeling his 
own passions mount. 

Larry, lying under the two of them, could do very little moving. Barbara was 
actually fucking him, now, and all he could do was lie there and enjoy it 
all, in spite of the combined weight of the two of them. 

The helpless Barbara was totally out of her mind with ecstasy. All she could 
do was respond to the way her husband was fucking her tight ass by 
countering and thrusting her sheath around the throbbing cock of her cousin. 
The climax was building in her body, and it was the most unbelievable one 
she had ever felt. She could feel it swelling in her rectum as well as her 
vagina. It was going to be a dual orgasm, and half of it would emanate from 
a place she had not believed could feel anything erotic. She was going to 
come in her ass. She was also going to come in her steaming pussy. This was 
unbelievable. 

"UUUUNNNNGGGG!" she gasped, stiffening, stretching cords in her neck and 
thighs. "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! 
COMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG ... AAAAGGGGHHHH!" 

Fred was startled by the strength of her orgasm. She had never come this 
strongly before. He could feel the tight clench of her buttocks as it 
gripped his thrusting cock, and he realized he and his wife were better 
suited to one another now than they had ever been before. It seemed so 
impossible that what was once the puritanical, straitlaced wife was suddenly 
a yearning, craving woman who was surrendering to her inner feelings. She 
was humping her wonderful white body against two thrusting cocks, both of 
which were trying to stretch her inner passageways. 

Barbara's brain reeled with the power of her orgasms. But through the 
spinning and whirring she could hear the low, throaty growl of her husband, 
behind her. Though he had been the last to enter her, he was so aroused by 
being in her back passage, fucking her up against another man, he was going 
to come before Larry, who had always been a fast shooter before today. But 
even as she thought this, she could feel Larry's cock flexing in her 
squeezing vagina. She felt the phallus throb and expand until she thought 
Larry's cock might actually swell to something approaching normal breadth. 
She clamped her muscles all the more tightly around the two penises, intent 
on speeding up the dual orgasms. 

Abruptly, her husband's white jets of sperm began streaming into her rectum, 
and the heated flow soothed any raw sensations still in there. This 
triggered another anal orgasm in her, but her, "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!" was 
drowned out by her husband's, "HHHAAARRRRGGHHH!" followed by Larry's 
"GAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" 

And then it over as Fred collapsed on the two of them, resting and feeling 
himself slowly regain some semblance of strength. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Barbara should have been revolted that night, when she held each of her 
daughters' arms pinned over their respective heads while she watched her 
husband fuck the two of them. She wasn't. She was envious, seeing the way 
his thick, thrusting penis moved in and out of their channels so 
effortlessly after what appeared to be a quick recovery from pain on the 
part of each daughter. Furthermore, she found herself licking her husband's 
fat cock as it pumped in and out of the tight chamber of each daughter, and 
she even found herself lapping the respective cunt of each girl. 

When it was finally over, though each girl had enjoyed a rousing climax, 
Fred was still hard, and he insisted his wife take care of his erection. 
Barbara sucked his cock for a good three minutes while one daughter slid 
under her and lapped her nookie, and the other daughter licked her anal 
crevice. 

When Fred finally screamed he was about to come, the two girls pressed their 
faces on either side of their mother's face and all three females took turns 
sucking the jism from the man's shooting sperm derrick. And while Barbara 
extracted the last drops of sperm from her husband's cock, Rhonda licked his 
balls to make sure he was unleashing whatever was left, and Wanda lapped his 
asshole. 

That night, the entire family slept in the one bed, and for the first time 
since she could remember, Barbara was truly happy. She was dreaming of the 
time her daughters finally got married. Then she would have two more cocks 
with which to play. Life could be so much fun, and one didn't even have to 
try to make it pleasurable. It was there for the taking. 


THE END
