Daddy's Seducing Daughter
by Simone Suchler
(RX-625)


FOREWORD 

In a world that is ever-changing, there is one constant, and that is, change 
is inevitable ... or is it? How many cases of incest are reported every 
year, where fathers attack daughters? Thousands. These are the reported 
cases. How many more unreported cases are there? Usually there are about ten 
unreported cases for every one that ends up on a police blotter. 

However, how many cases of incest every year are concerned with a 
relationship wanted by both father and daughter? For every case a forcible 
attack, reported or unreported, there are supposed to be a dozen cases where 
both the parent and the daughter wanted the incestuous relationship to take 
place. 

This book does not attempt to make judgments, claiming what is good or what 
is bad. All this book is doing is making the point that incest between 
fathers and daughters does exist. It has existed since the beginning of 
time, and in all probability it will exist as long as there are enough 
fathers and daughters. This is not to say these people are in the majority, 
not by a long shot. But by the same token there are so many more of them 
than anyone might suspect. 

This is a tale of forcible incest that becomes wanted ... so much so that 
the daughter, in order to keep the use of her father's body, is willing to 
expose their relationship if he offers this love to another woman while 
excluding her. So perhaps it might be wise for father's contemplating hanky 
panky with their offspring to understand there is more than one way to get 
into trouble. So in one respect, at least, nothing has changed. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Beth was a surly child, had been one for many years now, ever since her 
mother had died. No longer an immature pre-teen, the dark-blonde girl was 
more than bratty and precocious. She was downright nasty to her fattier at 
times, and though neither she nor her father, Martin Conebar, were 
consciously aware of it, her actions were a cry for her father's attention. 

Martin Conebar was a rising executive in the world of television 
entertainment. Ever since the networks had expanded to do a lot of their 
programming in New York, Martin had been put in charge of the large studios 
in Astoria in Queens, and in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. He worked 
hard and diligently, so hard that he was neglecting his daughter. As a 
result, the pretty girl, now in high school, was starting to hang out with 
the wrong crowd. 

Perhaps what irked Beth most was that while her mother was dead, thus 
depriving her of an adult female parent to watch over her, it hadn't 
affected her father that much. To begin with, Martin Conebar ate out almost 
every night of the week, and on Saturdays and Sundays, he insisted Beth make 
his breakfast and lunch. His clothing was washed and cleaned by a maid who 
came in three times a week to keep the house from becoming a mess. As for 
female companionship, well, as the man heading the two large TV studios 
belonging to the UBC network, Martin Conebar just about had his pick of the 
countless starlets looking for a break in TV. He even had the audacity to 
bring them home and fuck them in his own bedroom. 

It was because of this that Beth learned about sexual relationships between 
men and women long before she was supposed to. So in a way, her father was 
responsible for her complete lack of morals. 

When her mother had been alive, Beth had slept in the bedroom at the end of 
the hall, while her parents had slept in the master bedroom of the 
seven-room house. The master bedroom was the first bedroom to the right, 
once one turned left off the corridor from the living room. It was far away 
from Beth's bedroom, and whatever sexual hi-jinks her father and mother had 
enjoyed had gone unheard, because Beth, at the end of the corridor, had a 
room between her parents' bedroom and her own. While her mother had been 
alive, Beth had been an obedient, loving daughter, growing up in a clean and 
healthy atmosphere. But with no mother to discipline her, and her father 
ordering her to tend to his creature comforts whenever the two of them were 
home, Beth quickly became unruly. 

Martin put Beth's rebelliousness down to fright, and in order to make her 
feel somewhat more secure, allowed her to move from her large bedroom at the 
end of the corridor to the tiny one right next to the master bedroom, 
thinking that if she knew she was right next to daddy, she might feel more 
secure. 

Both bedrooms had side by side walk-in closets. The master bedroom walk-in 
closet took up two-thirds of the wall separating said room from that of the 
tiny one in which Beth now slept. Beth's closet took up the other third. The 
small piece of wallboard that separated the two closets had deteriorated due 
to a leak in the attic. Rain had come in and had dripped into the closet, 
and the mildew odor had made Beth's father aware of the leak. As a result, 
he'd had the leak fixed, but he'd never walked into the closet to notice the 
board separating his closet from that of his daughter had virtually rotted 
away. But Beth, always rearranging the dresses in her own closet, was 
cognizant of the fact that the wallboard was all but gone. As a result, she 
was able to walk from her own closet into that of her father's. 

It had been in her first year of high school that Beth had been busy fixing 
her dresses up, and she had heard her father come home with yet another of 
what she had termed 'his floozies.' She heard the man call out for her, and 
she knew if she didn't respond, he would angrily lecture her the following 
morning about not being home at night when he wanted her safe and sound in 
the house. 

But she noticed one thing. She had been able to see from inside the closet 
into her father's room. Her father's door was wide open, and his closet door 
was slightly open, the door to the closet had slid open just like hers. 
Stepping out of the closet, the lovely blonde-haired girl went to her 
bedroom door and opened it, and she was surprised to see her father with not 
one, but two women. 

The two women, both in their early twenties, were fawning all over the tall, 
black-haired Martin Conebar. Beth didn't look the least little bit like her 
black-haired, aquiline-nosed father. His skin was a deep tan, while hers had 
a light tan all year round. He had thin lips, while she had a full, pouting 
pair of lips, as her mother had possessed. Her mother had been an aspiring 
TV actress who had succumbed to her father one night, but in the process had 
so captivated the man, that he had married her. From that time, up to the 
time she had been hit by a car, her father had been faithful to her. The 
drunk driver had gotten off relatively lightly, and as a result, Martin 
Conebar had wreaked his own vengeance on the man, quietly hiring some men to 
break every bone in the man's arms and legs in such a way that even when the 
man's bones finally knitted they never healed properly, and he was incapable 
of walking, much less feeding himself or driving a car. 

Beth was totally unaware of the ruthless streak in her tall, handsome, 
thirty-seven-year-old father. She was also unaware of the strong need she 
had to be loved by him. All she did know was that she resented all these 
women who came to take the place of her mother, even for a night. If anyone 
should be cuddling beside her father, it was she. 

The two women, both would-be TV stars; eyed Beth and cooed over her. After 
all, she was the daughter of the man who was in control of two TV studios 
where shows were constantly being taped. So they looked at the girl with 
baby fat still on her body making her waist a little fleshier than it should 
have been beneath the summer polo shirt she was wearing. It was June, and 
Beth liked dressing lightly. 

Her young breasts were only first beginning to really bud, the nipples 
swollen, the areolae not yet visible through the white cloth of the shirt, 
but the nipples clearly outlined, as were the bumps that were her breasts. 
Within two to three years, her breasts would be large and full, and her 
nipples and areolae would have the same rich tan her mother's had possessed. 
Her hips were already beginning to swell outward, and her legs were long and 
straight, with calves already nicely swollen. 

Facially, Beth looked more like her mother than her father, which was good. 
Not that her father wasn't a handsome-enough man, but his were definitely 
the looks of a man, and they wouldn't have suited Beth at all. Her nose was 
straight, her eyes a shining brown, and her cheeks were the littlest bit 
chubby, though the roundness would leave them in another year. She had one 
front tooth that overlapped the other, marring an otherwise perfect smile, 
but that would be corrected shortly. The orthodontist had told her father of 
a new kind of brace that was successful in Europe that worked in less than a 
year to straighten out teeth. Unlike her other high school girl friends, 
Beth wouldn't have to walk around with a mouth filled with metal for three 
or four years. 

"Beth," her father told her as she rubbed her hands on her cut-off jeans. 
"This is Peggy and this is Carol," he said, nodding at the blonde on his 
right and the brunette on his left. "They've volunteered to cook dinner for 
us this evening." 

Peggy was a bleached blonde with brown eyes, a turned-up nose that had been 
bobbed, and a smile that must have cost her own father thousands of dollars. 
She had the classic figure under her tight blouse, with full breasts, a 
narrow waist, and slender hips leading to long, solid thighs. 

Carol was no less attractive, though her black hair wasn't dyed. It was long 
and came down in a wave past her right shoulder falling onto her breast. It 
stood out against the white blouse she was wearing. From the neck down, the 
two women looked alike, at least while wearing clothing. Carol had black 
slacks while Peggy was wearing brown slacks, but otherwise one wouldn't have 
been able to tell one from the other had a bag been covering their heads and 
their hair hidden. 

"I've already eaten," Beth told her father. 

"I see," Martin nodded. "Well, I don't want you out of the house at night. 
You know that. So it might be a good idea if you went to your room and did 
your homework or watched TV." 

"Sure," Beth nodded, her voice sullen, letting him know she didn't like the 
idea of his bringing substitute mothers home. 

She turned around and went back to her room, shutting the door. Beth knew if 
she chose to climb out a window, her father would never notice she was gone. 
He would be too involved with the women. 

Until now, she had always kept her closet door rolled shut, and as a result, 
hadn't really understood what had been going on between her father and the 
other females. But earlier that day, she and some girl friends had been 
sneaking a cigarette behind the local candy store and she had heard one of 
the girls tell about what had happened between herself and a new boy friend. 
Beth had listened, unable to believe what the girl had been saying about how 
the boy had fondled her breasts and her pussy. Until that time she and her 
friends, for the most part, had been pretty ignorant as to why a man might 
want to be with a woman. When she had left the other girls, Beth wondered if 
this was why Tommy Dare, the blonde boy in her class, always tried coming on 
to her. Was this what he wanted from her? If so, he must be pretty 
disgusting. Was that what was meant by "getting laid?" 

Now in her room, Beth turned on the TV set and watched some idiotic game 
show that was on at this time of the evening. She watched for more than an 
hour, one game show giving way to another, and then she heard the sound from 
her father's bedroom. 

Glancing over, she saw she had forgotten to shut her closet door. She got up 
with the idea of closing the door, but as she moved closer, she heard 
giggling. Curiosity got the better of her, and she quietly stepped into the 
closet, and went from her closet to her father's, noting he hadn't bothered 
shutting his closet door, either. 

The bedroom light was on. At the moment, he was with Peggy, the blonde 
woman. Carol, the brunette, was somewhere else. Beth would later learn that 
Carol had felt the need for a shower and was in the bathroom, enjoying the 
hot spray, cleaning herself thoroughly. 

Beth had doubted her girl friend's story, but now, staring, she realized 
what she had been told was true. She saw her handsome father, totally naked, 
stretched out on his back on his bed. She clapped both hands over her mouth 
to keep herself from gasping at the sight of his penis, the first one she 
had ever seen, a somewhat large length of bending hose to begin with, now 
swelling and thickening as it hardened very quickly. 

Beth was still unable to see the blonde Peggy, but she knew the woman was in 
the room. She was out of sight for the moment. 

Now Beth's father was reaching down and grasping his huge truncheon with his 
right hand, holding it aloft, letting Beth see it glisten with its own drops 
of lubricity, making the purple head sheen and glow like a large amethyst. 
Her father was whispering softly to Peggy, telling her to come on over and 
make things worthwhile for him. 

As Beth watched, Peggy walked over to the large bed and crawled up beside 
her father. The blonde woman was as naked as he, and Beth had a chance to 
see the pink nippled breasts wobbling just before Peggy rolled over on top 
of the TV studio-head. Beth saw Peggy's whitely tapering thighs part, and 
then they closed again, and she knew the woman had captured her father's 
lengthy prong of hard meat, gripping it firmly between the columns of her 
thighs. 

Beth held her breath, unable to believe what she was watching. When her 
friend had described what her boy friend had done, Beth had initially 
thought it disgusting. But watching this, she decided there was nothing 
whatsoever disgusting about what she was seeing. On the contrary, it was 
delightful to watch. Her own body was trembling with anticipation as she 
realized she was inwardly feeling things she had never previously been able 
to feel. Heat enveloped her as she watched. 

The lovely young girl watched man and woman on the bed, seeing their mouths 
meet and meld, then pulling apart as one chewed on the other's tongue, 
making loud sucking sounds. They were kissing open-mouthed in a way she had 
never seen in the movies. 

Beth gasped silently to herself, her eyes sweeping over the white body of 
the delightful Peggy, admiring her smooth flesh, her nipped-in waist and the 
curving flare of her delightful hips. She saw the continuing undulations of 
Peggy's buttocks, and she knew the blonde woman was grinding her moistly 
warm sump up and down the length of her daddy's enormously long, thick cock. 
Below, Martin felt the continuing involuntary lurch of his own erection as 
it rubbed against the furry knoll of the blonde's sex. 

Beth wondered what there was between her legs to make a man become so 
aroused. At the same time it was obvious whatever was there was also 
something to make a woman feel good, and the woman at whom she was looking 
obviously was enjoying the sensation of having her lovely furred nether 
mouth rubbed by the stanchion between Beth's father's solidly hairy thighs. 
She reached between her thighs, pushing her hands into the waistband of her 
cut-offs and actually touching herself between her lower labia. She lurched 
a little, her finger brushing a clitoris she had never touched other than 
with a washcloth. Gee! It felt good-really good! Still, it seemed like such 
a waste when compared to what she was seeing taking place. Somehow she got 
the feeling that it would be more fun if someone else-someone like her 
daddy-touched her down there. 

Golly! Why did her daddy need all these strange women? If he wanted 
something like this, she would be glad to let him do it to her. Ever since 
her mommy had died, she had wanted to be the woman of the house and take 
care of her daddy in every way. 

Her fingers pressed into the tininess of her hole, and as a result she 
wondered how it would be possible for her daddy to fit such an enormous log 
into so small a space. Was it possible the woman on the bed with her daddy 
had such a larger hole? From what she was able to see, even if the woman's 
slit was a little longer, her hole didn't seem any larger. 

Now, as Beth watched, her own inner excitement building to greater heights 
than ever, she saw the lovely young blonde slowly slithering down over her 
father's hairy chest, her mouth planting lots of kisses along the way. Heck! 
Beth would've been glad to kiss her daddy's belly if that was what he had 
wanted. 

Peggy moved her lovely head lower and lower until she had her face hovering 
directly over the man's fulcrum. One of her hands was fondling Martin's 
balls, while her other hand was busy pumping up and down on the throbbing 
shaft. 

Beth saw and found it hard to believe. The woman seemed hypnotized by that 
huge pylon standing out from between her father's legs. What was so good 
about it? Beth was at a loss to understand this. 

Peggy's smiling lips moved lower, and then very slowly began covering the 
head of the throbbing penis. Her tiny hand was continuing to tug on the 
shank of the organ, making the lilac-colored tip swell and stand out all the 
more. 

What's she going to do? Beth wondered. 

Certainly the blonde woman wasn't going to do what Beth seemed to think she 
was about to do. It looked as if Peggy wanted to suck on her father's penis. 
Now why would any woman in the world want to take something that long and 
thick into her mouth? 

But even as she wondered, Beth felt a tightness drawing up inside her cunt, 
and she discovered she was more than merely leaking fluid. It was coming out 
of her pussy as if she were urinating. No! She knew better than that. The 
flow coming from within her was sticky and slippery at the same time, and if 
anything, smelled musky and arousing. It didn't have the stench of urine. 

Her fingers rubbed the fluid back into the lips of her cunt, and as a result 
she soon found herself leaking even more fluid. The oils were pouring out of 
her at an ever increasing rate. 

Beth silently gasped as she saw Peggy take her father's cock in the narrow 
confines of her mouth. Wow! This was really something. From the ecstatic 
look on her father's face, Beth knew he loved what the woman was doing, and 
now she understood that whenever he brought a woman home with him, this was 
what he wanted to do with her. This, and the burying of his cock in her 
vagina, or so her girl friend had told her. 

Peggy was sucking strongly now, and Beth let her imagination run riot as she 
tried to picture to herself what it would feel like to have that big, thick, 
hunk of cylindrical meat pushing into her own tiny mouth. It was really 
something, and she wondered if the penis had any kind of meaty taste to it. 

At this moment it was hard for her to remain silent in that closet as she 
watched what was taking place. Finally she had to stop rubbing her finger 
against her clitoris, knowing if she continued doing so, her presence would 
become known to the other people in the room. Then her father would really 
come down on her. She stared at the way the blonde woman continued absorbing 
her father's hard shaft into the narrow confines of her tantalizing mouth. 
She stared as the golden head continued bobbing up and down the turgid 
length. From the sucking and slurping sounds, it seemed Peggy was enjoying 
what she was doing, and as a result, Beth felt her mouth watering. 

Less than ten feet away, Beth was able to see the pink flanges of Peggy's 
inner oral lips being pulled out each time her head rose, making the shank 
of the penis glisten with moisture. Then the lips rolled back in on 
themselves as they hungrily nibbled their way down the throbbing penis to 
absorb almost all of the man's hard cock. Each time Peggy's head went down, 
it looked to Beth as if the older woman was taking a little more of her 
father's cock inside. 

Peggy's eyes were tightly closed, her face serene in spite of the obvious 
arousal she was feeling. Her short, bleached-blonde hair was piled high on 
her head, and Beth saw the dark-brown fuzz between her cunt lips, letting 
the girl know for sure Peggy's hair was bleached. 

Beth noticed her father was grunting now. He flexed his hips, trying to 
drive his massive cock all the more deeply into Peggy's mouth, and Peggy was 
obliging him by gulping more of it down. 

Now the blonde woman was taking all of the penis, her nose pressing solidly 
into the black hairiness of Beth's father's masculine groin. Beth was 
certain anything this woman was capable of doing, she would do better. It 
might cause her to gag and choke a little at the beginning, but she was 
willing to bet her mouth was no less capable than that of the woman 
presently sucking Martin Conebar's cock. 

She watched as her father tugged out his cock right to the rim of his penile 
corona, and then the man was pressing on Peggy's head, shoving the full 
length of the penis right back down into her gullet, gagging her. Still, 
Peggy's head continued rhythmically bobbing up and down, and Beth stared in 
awe, realizing that this woman had obviously done something like this before 
to be so expert at it. Obviously, no female was capable of stroking so long 
and so fast unless she had practiced doing this before. 

Now it came to Beth why her father wanted her in every night. He thought she 
would be out doing this with other boys. Hell! It was fine for him and his 
girl friends to enjoy something like this, but it was wrong for his daughter 
to have any fun. Ever since her mother had died, Beth, who had wanted to be 
closer to her father, had found him more distant than ever. 

The man was bouncing his buttocks more wildly now, and Beth was barely able 
to contain her inner excitement. She stared with awe as the blonde continued 
bobbing her head even more swiftly, her lips seemingly tighter around the 
throbbing phallus as Martin's hands groped down and clamped themselves 
around either side of her face, making her head bob up and down all the more 
quickly. He guided her ovaly sucking mouth in such a way as to intensify the 
pressure on certain parts of his throbbing cock, his hips rising and falling 
in rhythmic counterpoint as he slammed his loins harder with a desperation 
now. It was obvious to Beth her father was about to reach some sort of 
pinnacle, and she wondered just what was happening. 

As she watched what was happening, Beth felt with a certainty that this was 
something she would have to learn with her father, too. Well, maybe she 
would have to try it out on someone else first, so that she'd be able to be 
good with her father, and make him want her. After all, if she was able to 
prove how good she was this way, he wouldn't have to bring other cunts into 
the house all the time. Her mind was already filled with what it would feel 
like to have a thick penis pushing in and out of her mouth, the tip of his 
organ ramming itself into her gullet. Gee! It'd probably be the greatest 
thing in the world. She was certain her father would never again care for 
all these other women. 

Faster and faster Peggy's gold-crowned head continued moving over the loins 
of the man who lay beneath her on the bed. Her mouth alternately nibbled and 
sucked, her lips pulling and slurping, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as 
her lips stretched wide, forming a perfect oval around the monstrous shaft 
that tightened and relaxed, the head swelling and relaxing. 

Beth knew that whatever was happening was reaching some sort of crest. Her 
father was going to reach the peak of some sort of satisfaction and at this 
moment she wished it was she who would be bringing him to this peak. 

"HHHUUUNNNGGG ... OOONNNGGGHHH ... NNNGGGHHH ... GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH ... 
HHHUUUHHH!" Beth's father gasped deep in his throat, the sound barely heard 
as he suddenly came. 

Beth saw her daddy go rigid, and then Peggy lifted her mouth halfway, giving 
Beth an unobstructed view of what was taking place. There was a long, hollow 
tube in the underside of her father's cock. It was covered over by thick 
layers of skin, but Beth saw it pulsing, making the penis expand and 
contract cadently, pumping something into the tightly sucking mouth of the 
lovely woman above him. She saw Peggy's throat muscles contract as her mouth 
worked harder and harder, the lips sucking only at the throbbing magenta 
head of Martin's penis. It drove Beth wild with need, but she was unable to 
satisfy that need and she didn't know what she was going to do. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The sound of her father's bedroom door opening and closing snapped Beth out 
of her reverie. She saw the brunette come in, her skin even whiter than that 
of Peggy. Carol's black hair made her white skin look that much more 
alabaster. Her areolae and nipples were a rich brown rather than a pink like 
Peggy's, but otherwise she seemed built along exactly the same lines as the 
bleached blonde. 

Her presence seemed to stimulate Beth's father, because Beth saw her daddy's 
penis turn from a limp caterpillar into a vibrantly strident, solid cobra. 
Even more surprising was the fact that Carol, instead of going to Beth's 
father, at Martin's instructions, knelt between Peggy's thighs, and Beth was 
astonished to see the brunette tonguing the vagina of the other woman. Once 
again her imagination ran rampant, and she wondered what it would feel like 
to have a tongue licking her between her own thighs. Beth wanted her 
father's tongue down there. Yes, that was what she wanted 

The angle presented to Beth let her see Carol's mouth pressing into Peggy's 
pussy, while her own cunt was visible, as were her white ass-cheeks. Beth 
saw her father move over to Carol and for a moment he covered the waving 
rump with his own body. But even then, the angle allowed Beth to see her 
father was pushing his re-hardened cock into the tight temple of Carol's 
cunt. He shoved in fast and hard, and Carol waved her ass around as if 
welcoming the cock inside her. 

Beth stared, awed by it all, wondering how it would feel to have that 
massive penis pushing into the tightness of her own cuntal corridor. From 
the way Carol was accepting it into her narrow cunt, it was obvious she was 
not only used to it, but she loved it. Carol's face remained locked between 
Peggy's white thighs, and Peggy was responding by hurling her own hips up 
and down. Pendulant below her torso, were Carol's two weighty breasts, 
breasts much larger than Beth's, and they swung almost prettily to and fro 
as she continued pushing her face into Peggy's cunt while slamming her own 
cunt back against the thighs of Beth's father, who kept on poling her pussy. 
The man was fucking her for all she was worth. 

Beth noticed all the women her father brought home had the same types of 
bodies. They were all tall, willowy, slender, with full breasts, narrow 
waists, and hips that didn't swell too much. Their asses were very round and 
very tight. She believed her father was trying to recapture the times he'd 
had with her mother, because all these women had builds similar to that of 
her mother. 

Gee! To think, her mother had actually done things like this with her 
father. She had never dreamed such goings-on had taken place in this 
bedroom. In fact, until this evening, it had never occurred to her that her 
father had ever done such things. But then, he obviously had to have done 
this with her mother. One of her girl friends had said something about this 
being the way babies were made, and if her father and mother had made her, 
then this had to be the way they had done it. 

Carol's face remained hidden, but Beth admired the tautness of her figure as 
her father continued ramming the full length of his driving cock in and out 
of the narrow interstice between her thighs. She stared at the way her daddy 
pounded his massive cock into Carol's body from behind. It made Beth reach 
into her cut-offs again, and she was automatically massaging her clitoris. 
She rubbed faster and faster, feeling sensations build ever higher in her, 
unable to believe such feelings were in anyone. She rubbed faster, thrilling 
to the way tingling delights mounted, charging through her like sizzling 
arcs of uncontrollable electricity. 

Gasps from within the room made her look, and she saw Peggy humping her body 
all the more firmly now as she slammed her vaginal opening all the harder 
against the hungry mouth of the beautiful Carol. Carol's pink tongue was 
licking in and out of the slashing coral depths of the other woman, slashing 
through the outsized cleft. 

Her father had an even longer, thicker penis now than he'd had when Peggy 
had been sucking on it. He was driving that plunderer of his ever deeper 
into the narrow tightness of the brunette's back-thrusting loins, hitting 
her with pile-driving force, the speed of his strokes intensifying and" 
moving faster and faster. 

It was Peggy whose soaring orgasm burst over her first. She crammed a pillow 
into her mouth to keep herself from being heard as she tautened and 
convulsive shudders swept over her quivering body. Her eyes were brightly 
glazed, her mouth gaping wide as she began panting out her release. Beth was 
unable to hear her clearly, especially since her own TV set was blaring from 
her own room, but there was this muffled, high-pitched sound. 

Then, as Peggy slumped back, her legs straightening out so that she was 
lying flat, Beth saw it was Carol's turn to climax, and she did, her own 
yell muffled as she pressed her face deeper into Peggy's cunt Finally her 
father climaxed, shooting his second wad of the evening into Carol's pussy. 
This time, when his cock came out, Beth was able to both see and smell her 
father's semen, and it aroused her no end. 

Quietly, she turned and went back to her room. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Though she hung around with a rough crowd of girls in school, Beth knew 
better than to become involved with any of the boys the other girls liked. 
Most of them belonged to one motorcycle gang or another, and Beth knew they 
were bad medicine. Still, after having seen her father and those two women 
the previous night, she ached to not only find out what sex was all about, 
but to learn it completely so that she might become her father's substitute 
lover. 

She thought all these things until it was time for her hygiene class, and 
there, for the first time, the teacher discussed the human body. There, the 
teacher also explained how it was a woman had babies, and why it was not 
good for people in the same family to become involved since it might end up 
something like the Kallikak family where everyone was simple-minded. 

Beth felt as if cold water had been thrown on all her ambitions. She 
wouldn't be allowed to go to bed with her father, and that meant he would be 
bringing more and more of those other women to the house. She would never be 
able to take her mother's place. 

Well if that was the case, then there was nothing wrong with her wanting to 
learn about sex with some other male. She already had an idea just who she 
wanted that male to be. 

In hygiene, she had also learned about different methods of birth control, 
and the one that appealed to her most was the diaphragm. So that afternoon, 
she went to a gynecologist she had been seeing every six months, and told 
him she wanted to be fitted for a diaphragm. When he explained that she 
still had her hymen, she insisted he surgically remove the membrane. Though 
he was against the idea, she was adamant, and so he did so. It hurt for a 
moment, stinging her, but Beth didn't care. It was gone, and that was all 
that counted. After her bleeding had stopped, the doctor used rings to fit 
her for a diaphragm, and afterward, went to the next room and came back with 
one he had in stock. He showed her how to insert it and how to remove it, 
and when she had done so a number of times, showing how good she was at it, 
he then explained how to keep it clean and soft when it was not in use. He 
suggested she purchase at least one more, and always have a spare. She 
agreed. Her father would pay for it as part of her gynecological bill 
without being aware he was buying her the two diaphragms. 

She insisted on inserting one before leaving the office, and she kept the 
other one in its case, covered with a sanitary powder that would keep it 
from becoming irritating when the time came for her to insert it. She also 
purchased a quantity of the powder, and a tube of jelly. The jelly would not 
only ease the insertion of the diaphragm, but coating the rubber would kill 
any sperm with which it came into contact. 

The doctor advised her to keep the diaphragm in place overnight after having 
sexual congress with any male. He didn't seem the least bit surprised that a 
girl as young as Beth had come to him. But he had to admit he found her to 
be practical, insisting on the diaphragm rather than risking having a baby. 

Carrying the second diaphragm in her shoulder bag, along with the plastic 
case for the first one, Beth left the office and headed back toward the 
school. By now, all the motorcycle toughs would be gone. She was interested 
in one particular boy, a shy, handsome boy who had often stared hungrily at 
her. Now she knew why. She was going to feed that hunger and her own as 
well. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Morey Carson was no less horny than any other guy who went to the local high 
school. But Morey was funny. He didn't like the idea of fucking just any 
female. If he'd wanted, he would have been able to bang the cunt of just 
about any broad there. Well, almost any broad there. There were a few who 
weren't interested, though for the most part he wasn't interested in them. 

Morey bore an outward resemblance to Beth's father in that he was tall, 
black-haired, slender, and handsome. His nose was much shorter than that of 
Beth's father, and his hazel eyes lacked the depths of her father's eyes. 
When he had first come to the high school and his gonads were still untried, 
he had quickly found out what it was like to be thought a hunk by so many of 
the older high school girls, and for about six weeks he allowed himself to 
be seduced by any female who showed an interest in him. 

After a while, he found sex becoming boring. It was too regular, and despite 
the multitudes of variations he'd learned from the different girls, he'd 
found most of them weren't fun. Too, most of them wanted to get something 
serious going. Morey was too young for anything serious. 

Besides, the only female Morey really wanted was the one woman he would 
never be able to fuck: his mother. His mother was a divorcee who worked 
full-time as a secretary, and as a result never had much time for Morey, so 
it was amazing the boy turned out as well as he did. He was an A student in 
school, with a ninety-seven average. His mind was quick, and he picked 
things up very rapidly with a photographic memory, so that he hardly needed 
to do any studying. He had lots of spare time and nothing to do with it. 

Every now and again he would spy on his mother when she went to take a 
shower, and peer at her through a small hole in the ceiling above the 
bathroom;, from the attic. He would jerk off while looking at her naked body 
and wish to fuck her. 

Morey'S mother was a natural honey blonde, with a tight, slender body, 
billowy big breasts with pink nipples, and the kind of face that would have 
made the most beautiful movie stars envious. Having had one bad marriage, 
she wasn't in the mood for another. The fact was, her husband had not only 
been a lousy lay, but he had been a lousy husband. So May Carson had found 
herself cheating on the side. It finally dawned on her that her husband 
wasn't working and she was supporting the family. As a result, she divorced 
him so she wouldn't have to support him, kept custody of her son, and every 
now and again had something going for a short while with some man she'd 
meet. 

Morey had no idea his mother was getting outside action, and he often 
wondered if his mother was frigid. That would be a shame, because he felt a 
woman like her needed a good fucking now and again. 

He had just come out of school after leading the math team to victory over 
the math team of a rival school, and Morey was thirsty. He hunted around in 
the pockets of his brown slacks for some money and then walked into the soda 
shop. The school term was about to end, especially now that it was summer, 
and he had no idea what he was going to do this summer. He had wanted to 
work, but his mother had insisted he have one more summer of doing nothing, 
having fun. She gave him a twenty-dollar-a-week allowance, and now that he 
had his drivers-ed license, she let him use the car. 

Sitting at the soda fountain, he paid for his egg cream, then sipped it as 
he saw Beth walk in. She was three years younger than he, and he liked the 
way she looked. As far as wanting anything sexual, well, much as he would 
have liked it, she seemed a bit young for that. Hell! Her tits had hardly 
started growing. Not that they didn't look luscious enough the way they 
poked against her white blouse, but Jesus! She was just a kid! Even if she 
did look a lot like his mother-younger version-as far as he was concerned it 
wouldn't be right for him to con her into putting out for him. 

He was therefore surprised when Beth walked over to him and said, "Hi!" She 
was wearing her cut-offs and a blouse. 

He smiled back, and without meaning to, said, "Buy you a soda?" 

"Sure," she nodded. "Same as you're having." 

So he bought her an egg cream, and afterward he walked her home. As they 
walked, they talked, and little by little Beth found herself revealing her 
innermost thoughts, almost as if she were talking to some kind of analyst. 
She let him know how miserable she was feeling since the death of her 
mother, and how she had wanted to take care of her father. Then she went on 
to tell him how her father was bringing home strange women every evening, or 
every other evening. 

It was Thursday, and the cleaning woman wasn't there. So when Beth invited 
Morey inside and he accepted, she found herself alone with him. They sat on 
the sofa, and suddenly she was lying in his arms, saying, "Morey, I'm so 
miserable. I just don't know what to do anymore." 

Her closeness affected him, causing an erection to start growing, and 
against his better judgment, Morey Carson decided he wanted to bang this 
sweet, innocent-looking girl who reminded him so much of his own mother. It 
would be almost as good as if he were getting into his old lady. Jeez! That 
would really be something. 

"There's not much you really can do," the boy said to her, careful now, not 
wanting to lose this opportunity. The more he looked at her, the more she 
reminded him of his own mother. 

Not that Beth had his mother's features. Facially they were worlds apart. 
But Beth was tiny, and his own mother was tiny. She had dark blonde hair 
combed straight down past her shoulders, the same as his mother. Her eyes 
were brown, not blue, like his mother's, which was unusual for a blonde. 
Yeah, he wanted to boff this kid, all right, he wanted into her more than 
any other chick he had ever known, with the exception of his mother. 

He was aware of the firm, warm resiliency of her small, almost non-existent 
breasts as her large nipples extended themselves, erect and hard as pebbles, 
rubbing against his chest. He was wearing a white polo shirt, and as a 
result the thin material let him feel those diamond-hard nipples all the 
more solidly. 

"But why is my father doing this to me?" she asked. 

"He's not really doing it to get even with you for anything," the boy 
explained. "He's got certain needs, Beth. I mean, when a man gets past a 
certain age, like fourteen or fifteen, he feels these needs urgently. A girl 
matures faster than a man, so she has the feeling for this even before she 
hits her teens. But adults make the rules, and one of the rules today is 
that anything taking place between unmarried consenting adults is legal. The 
bad thing is, they don't understand kids have feelings. If a kid, say like 
you or me, wants to do something, they always tell you it's wrong. For them 
it's right, for us, it's scandalous, especially if there's a chance of one 
of us making the other one pregnant." 

"Well that can't happen to me," the helpless girl sniffed, leaning against 
Morey, feeling warm and safe in his arms, enjoying the breath from his 
nostrils whispering through her soft hair. 

"Why?" Morey asked, curious, waiting, anticipating, thinking he might be 
able to crawl into this lovely thing without having to slip on a condom. She 
would be his first bare-ass lay, and that would really make this a special 
afternoon. 

"I wear a diaphragm," she told him, still sniffling. 

"A diaphragm?" he gasped. "Gee, who'd think a sweet kid like you has ever 
done anything before? I mean. . . " 

"I haven't," she irritatedly snapped, sitting up. "I just had one put in 
today, and my hymen was torn out at the same time so I won't feel any pain. 
But I've never ... with any boy or man." 

"Gee," Morey gasped. "You're really something special, Beth. Y'know, our 
folks always try telling us doing something like this is wrong and bad, but 
I can tell you it's the most terrific thing in the whole world." 

"Oh, I know, I know," she replied. "I saw my father with those two women 
last night, and all three of them were having the times of their lives. I 
felt like rushing in and becoming part of it." 

"Well, there you are," the boy whispered to her. "You saw them, and you say 
they liked it. I mean, if it feels good for them, imagine how good it'd feel 
for us." 

Feeling safe and secure in the arms of this handsome boy, she thought back 
to what she had seen. She was remembering that while standing there and 
watching it all happen, she had wanted to feel her father do the same things 
to her. There were those moans and cries of ecstasy coming from the mouths 
of the other two women, moans she ought to have been uttering. There was 
also the delicious rapture of her own fingers rubbing up and down against 
her clitoris, building her to a higher and higher peak of desire, though she 
had never been able to induce an orgasm in herself. Still, just the 
remembrance of having touched herself down there was so delightful. 

Staring at the young girl, seeing the dreamy look on her lovely, innocent 
face, the handsome boy was able to tell she was thinking about all she had 
seen the previous night, and he felt a little envious, wishing he'd been 
able to see it too, if only to compare her father's techniques with his own. 

I'm going to score with this chick, he thought to himself, and for the first 
time since he'd had his first lay, it suddenly meant something more to him 
than merely getting into the chick's panties. God! This was the kind of girl 
he had dreamed about fucking for so long. Morey knew if he fucked her once, 
he wouldn't be content. He would be coming back for more and more and more. 

"You know," the boy said out loud. "The smart thing is not to try and get 
even with anyone. The smart thing for us to do is to think of ourselves for 
a change. We're grown-up emotionally, even if we have a few more years to 
go, physically. The time has come for us to gratify those feelings. I mean, 
we can't go around keeping them bottled up, can we?" 

This was working out better than Beth had hoped. She had really believed the 
young man would be hard to convince. After all, in his eyes she was probably 
just a kid. But now she saw he felt desire for her. It thrilled her to think 
that someone thought her an adult. 

"I think it would be wrong of us to keep it locked inside," she told him 
agreeing with him. 

"Well then, I think you know what we have to do," he insisted. 

"Yes," she breathed in reply, knowing full well what they had to do, since 
that was what she'd had in mind even before meeting him at the soda shop. 

A little thrill of forbidden desire began coursing through her quivering 
young torso. This was the thrill of a lifetime, the thrill of doing 
something big, really big, something she would remember the rest of her 
life. It was her own form of self-expression, of rebelling against her 
father's dictates in spite of what Morey had said about it being wrong to 
get even for imagined injustices. 

Still, there was more to it than some kind of revenge. In the core of her 
maturing body she felt aroused and on fire. She was at the age where many of 
her other girl friends were indulging sexually. At least one of them had 
come out and admitted as much. Why should she be the one to hold back? She 
had a full, ripe, delightful body, a woman's body even if it was only first 
starting to develop. She had as much right as any of those women her father 
brought home to enjoy some sort of consummation. Her breasts were still 
small, but no less sensitive. Her buttocks were round and tight, and their 
flesh wasn't soft and flabby. Beneath her taut, flat belly, there were 
tendrils of pussy hair beginning to grow. They were light, barely 
discernible, but they were there. She knew she was inwardly passionate. 
After all, why would she dream of being fucked by her dad all the time if 
she weren't filled with physical desire. 

The thoughts filling the youthful mind of the lovely Beth were already 
beginning to have their effect on her body. The images, the ideas, the 
resolutions ... God! She felt a gentle twitching in the depths of her belly 
and her soft vaginal lips, between her thighs, began secreting droplets of 
hot cunt juice, just as it had the previous night when she had been spying 
on her father. The crotch of her white panties was already sodden, causing 
her to unconsciously open and close her thighs in a continual sexual rhythm. 
Her nipples hardened under her blouse. The images of what her father and 
those two women had been doing was so vividly filling her mind, now. More 
important, leaning against Morey as she did, she was aware of his weighty 
cock as it pressed against the side of her, exciting and forbidden. 

Morey sensed how strongly the young girl was trembling under his arm, 
shuddering with the sensations taking control of him-feelings deep and 
animalistic in the core of her delicately young, feminine body, a body that 
was sexy and delightful. It wouldn't be long now before he'd be putting it 
to her. She didn't have a cherry, she'd said as much. That meant fucking her 
would be all the easier. But that he would be first was also important. He'd 
been first with quite a few other chicks, but not like with this one. This 
one was important to him. He was going to be the first one to fuck Beth 
Conebar. 

He continued stroking her shoulders, rubbing one with his arm and the other 
with his hand. Then he let the hand slowly slide down the length of her 
lovely arm, aware how electric was the effect his motion was having on her. 
Her face was pressed against his chest, and her hands were clutching his 
shirt. He sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. The youth 
brought his hand up now, sliding it along her smooth back, then down, down, 
down to the curve of her rounded buttocks, feeling the small, tight fullness 
of them as his fingers rose to tease along the ridge of her spine. All the 
while he was whispering into her hair, and the funny thing was, he wasn't 
handing her a line. For some reason, he meant it. 

"We belong together, Beth. Just you and me, the two of us. We don't have to 
wait for permission or ask anyone for anything. I've done it before, Beth. 
I'm good at it, I can make it good for you, too. Believe me, it's the most 
wonderful thing in the world. All you have to do is let yourself go, turn 
loose, and believe me, you'll find yourself loving it. You can read about it 
and see it in a movie, and even watch someone else do it, but there's 
nothing like being involved personally. Just give me the word, honey..." 

"Yes," she gasped, panting heavily herself. "Yes, Morey, teach me, because I 
really do want to learn." 

She was breathing faster and faster now, the jets of air from her nostrils 
like flame against his shirt. She knew precisely what it was the youth was 
telling her, completely aware of the fact that she would be surrendering her 
innocence to him, but this, after all, was what she had wanted. Her heart 
beat faster and faster, because at last she was about to experience 
first-hand what she had been seeing take place. Sex was not something one 
did while groping in a parked car. Sex was done the way her father had done 
it, with a soft bed or sofa under one's back. She wanted to become a woman 
in the full sense of the word. She was ready, very ready. She had been ready 
for the longest time. Morey was right. She needed no excuses. If her father 
was able to do it, so was she. Heck! She had a lot more feeling for Morey as 
a person than her father had ever had for either of the two tramps he had 
brought into the house the previous evening. Morey cared, and she knew her 
father really hadn't cared about the two women, nor had they cared about 
him. 

"Am I just a lay, Morey?" she asked, remembering a term one of her girl 
friends had used. "Tell me the truth, I won't back out if all you think I am 
is a momentary thrill." 

"Hey, you're special, really special," he told her. "Don't ever get the idea 
you're just someone to fuck. From now on you're gonna be my own special 
girl, Beth. I ain't gonna tell you I love you, 'cause I don't know you well 
enough to say that. I do know you well enough not to lie to you. You're not 
just a lay, Beth." 

"I'm glad," she whispered, and turning her face to his, she let him kiss her 
mouth. 

It was the first kiss she had ever received, a gentle, touching, soft kiss, 
and Beth loved it. She didn't know if anything permanent would develop 
between herself and Morey, but right now he was her man. 

Morey sensed the heat burning inside her, aware she was letting him know she 
was surrendering herself to him, and he felt thrilled to know he had won. It 
was more than just a lay, as he had said. She had become very special to 
him, and he would have felt awful knowing she wouldn't give herself to him 
but was saving herself for someone else. She was really ready, primed for 
his cock. He gently moved his hand up to the rounded swell of her shoulder 
again, and then lightly put it on the swelling mound of her tiny, albeit 
firm breast. His palm began caressing the resilient mound, and he ran his 
thumb back and forth over the hardened nipple, his heart beating insanely in 
his chest while his prick leaped about like a wild stallion inside his 
trousers, trying hard to get out. 

Beth closed her eyes and sighed, knowing this was going to be her first 
time, the first cock of her own, and even if it wasn't her father's, she 
would love it. She was thrilled, fascinated and frightened all at once by 
what she was going to have happen to her. She was certain every girl must be 
afraid the first time it happened to her, and she was happy it was happening 
with someone she really liked. 

Morey skillfully continued stroking her tiny breasts. After a while his 
pressing hand became more firm, then his fingers crawled down and tugged her 
blouse from inside the top of her cut-offs. One by one he began undoing the 
buttons of her blouse, and when he had the last button undone, without 
staring at her, he peeled the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it to the 
floor. Then he stared at his fingers trailing down the small buds of her 
breasts. Looking at them, he realized from the size of her nipples that when 
her breasts did finish blossoming, they would be really big. 

Her young hips began squirming against him in a spiraling delight, feeling 
the hardness of his thigh as she turned her body slightly more toward him. 
She lifted her lovely face to his, her eyes closed as she offered her 
tantalizing little lips to him. The boy pressed his mouth to hers, covering 
her lips, her face, and her throat with countless kisses, flicking his 
tongue between her teeth and sending rapturous tingles dancing up and down 
her lovely spine. Excitement filled the both of them as, in their youthful 
exuberance they clung to one another. 

His hands moved to flatten themselves against the tiny hills of her breasts, 
finding the firm buds of her nipples, pinching them almost painfully with 
his thumb and forefinger. All the while his tongue continued its constant 
exploration of her oral interior, flicking against her teeth, her gums, and 
her palate. She made tiny, excited purring sounds in her mouth. He felt them 
in his own mouth. 

Then his hand slid from the small mound of her breast and moved down to 
touch her bare thigh. 

His fingers jslid along her hot and aching skin and moved under the bottom 
of her cut-offs, and she shuddered .with thrilled anticipation. Higher and 
higher his hand continued moving, causing her to shiver with mounting 
passion and erotic stimulation. Then the tips of his fingers were touching 
the damp crotch of her silken white panties. The tips slowly pulled aside 
the crotch band and began rubbing gently, tantalizingly under the cloth, 
moving up and down the moist, pink-lipped opening, an opening with only a 
few spider-web-thin hairs surrounding it. 

It all felt so good. His fingers on her leg and on her vaginal mount sent 
vibrant shudders through her quaking interior. The young virgin was 
inebriated with passion, and she knew the touch of his fingers was far 
superior to anything she had done to herself. Gee but it felt good, really 
good. 

The strong, almost cock-like probing of his fingers held the drenched crotch 
band off to one side, then he extended his middle finger and slipped it into 
her vagina, feeling her virginal inner flesh clench tightly around the 
invading digit. He pushed delicately, in case some of her hymenial membrane 
was still in there, but when he had the digit all the way in, all he felt 
was the hood of rubber covering her cervical opening. Slowly he slid his 
finger out of her, aware the wetness within her was so hot, she was 
bubbling. Then he teased the inner lips of her hot and juicy pussy until he 
came to her clitoris. 

Beth jumped. When she had touched it herself, it had been stimulating. To 
have strange fingers touch it sent electricity buzzing through her. She 
gasped as he stroked, teased and caressed the tiny nodule, tweaking it and 
making her hump her ass back and forth. He was excited and aroused by the 
feel of her delightful softness. He was also aware that under her small 
layer of baby fat was a body firmer and more desirable than any he had 
previously known. Her breath came streaming from her nostrils as she opened 
her mouth wider to more fully receive the tongue fucking its way inside. 

There would be no stopping the pair of them now. Each was convinced he or 
she had seduced the other, totally unaware how much the other had wanted 
this. From the start they had entered into this with the knowledge that 
there would be only one ending. It had to finish with fulfillment for them 
both. Beth was shivery, not so much afraid as she was anxious. She knew if 
there was any pain, and her friends had insisted the first time had to be 
painful, it would soon be replaced by the thousand-and-one delightful 
pleasures she had seen her father and his two trollops endure the previous 
evening. She wasn't able to control herself, knowing once that penis of his 
had pierced her, she would be a woman in the true sense of the word. 

Morey made her lie down on the soft, velvet sofa, his probing middle finger 
continuing to tease and tantalize her nakedly throbbing clitoris, his tongue 
still slithering in and out of her sweet young mouth. God! She was really 
something! 

Finally he took his mouth from hers, his form hovering over her delightfully 
supine form. Feverishly his anxious fingers began seeking, finding and 
undoing the buttons on her cut-offs. When he had them open, he began 
tugging, at the same time hooking his fingers into the waistband of her 
thin, wispy panties. Slowly, very slowly and tantalizingly he began sliding 
the cut-offs and underwear down over her firm and delightful young thighs 
and legs. Without being told to, Beth lifted her buttocks by arching her 
back, raising her hips to help the youth, and at last her soft, delicate, 
almost hairless young cunt came into full view of his excited gaze. 

Finally he tossed her panties and her cut-offs to the floor, letting them 
join her blouse as he caressed her shins. Beth sat up, panting heavily with 
desire and anxiety. Reaching for him, she entwined her arms around his neck 
and kissed him hard, taking from his kiss the assurance she needed that all 
this was all right. Slowly she unwound her arms from him and allowed herself 
to lie down again. She was totally naked now, her delightful body at the 
complete mercy of the handsome youth beside her. He sat there, drinking in 
her delightful loveliness, all but slavering over the beauty of her tender 
nubility. She watched him looking at her, and felt the bubbles intensify in 
her pussy as more oil seeped from between her thighs. 

The aroused young blonde felt a series of continual spasmodic burst of total 
delight wantonly rippling through her vaginal center. It moved straight up 
through her body to her brain as the powerful youth's hands closed over the 
tiny swells of her young breasts. His thumb pressed on her nipple as if 
pushing a doorbell button, and it was he who was gasping with delight at the 
satiny pliancy of the solidly exciting tan nipples. He began rolling his 
fingers across the stone-solid innocent little buds, tweaking them more, and 
if they had been aroused before, it was nothing compared to the arousal 
being felt at the present time. 

A gasp escaped from Beth's mouth as the youth lowered his head and his open 
mouth encompassed one of those tan nipples. The boy's tongue flicked across 
the pellet-like extension, licking it as her hips began a slow, undulating 
grinding motion on the sofa, the rhythm of sex so totally instinctive in her 
as it was in all womankind. 

Morey's mouth continued to hungrily suck her nipple while he began moving on 
the sofa beside her. He moaned with excitement, feeling more arousal with 
this one young girl than he had felt with all his other females, combined. 
He knew it was partly because she reminded him of his mother, but it was 
partly because she was herself, making him wonder if his feeling for her 
stemmed from a desire for her alone, while his desire for his mother 
possibly stemmed from his desire for Beth. 

His hands slowly moved away from her tempting body, and then she was aware 
he was stripping off his own clothing. He suckled on her breast a little 
longer, then lifted his mouth from the teat and said, "Look at me, Beth. I 
want you to look and not be afraid. I'm going to give every last inch of 
this to you, honey." 

Slowly, the beautiful dark blonde girl opened her pretty brown eyes and she 
saw him kneeling on the edge of the sofa beside her. He was as naked as she, 
his face twisted with a grin of wanton desire. Her eyes moved from his face 
to his chest, hard-muscled, hairless, arousing in every way. Then her gaze 
came to rest on his crotch-on the lengthy hardness standing out from between 
his loins. It was young, firm, neither as long nor as thick as her father's, 
yet more than long enough and thick enough. She drew in her breath sharply 
at seeing one so close. True she had rubbed against it through his pants, 
but actually looking at it this close took her breath away. If her father's 
had looked too large to fit into her cunt, this one seemed to be just the 
right size. She would take this one. 

Mmmmmm! It was nice and big, and because she was seeing it up close, fully 
erected, it never occurred to her how much larger it was then when viewed at 
a distance. She imagined her father's penis to be unbelievably immense. God! 
It looked so gorgeous. A full, circumcised head, all rich and light 
purplish-pink. 

Beth imagined feeling that wonderful length of hardness burying itself to 
the hilt in the tightness of her narrow little vaginal vestibule, 
surrounding it with the softly fleshy folds of her cunt, and a quake of 
longing sizzled through her. Would she really be able to take all that after 
all? It looked thick enough to slice her right up the middle if it wasn't 
inserted with care. 

Her body stiffened on the sofa. She was suddenly afraid, and her lips parted 
as if to tell him how terrified she was. The sudden realization that she was 
indeed about to be fucked startled the hell out of her. 

"Just relax, honey," the youth panted at her. "Believe me, trust me, I'm not 
gonna hurt you, not even a little bit. You'll see. It'll all be good. Have 
faith!" 

His words seemed to have a calming and relaxing effect on the lovely 
blonde-haired girl. Her body settled down and loosened. He had promised he 
wouldn't hurt her, and she believed him. She trusted him completely. So once 
more the overpowering want for him began to consume her, and she was again 
hypnotized as she stared down at the full length of the stiff, hard cock. 
She was imagining what it would be like to have it rummaging around inside 
her, almost feeling the joy it seemed to promise once it was inside. 

Dreamily, she watched the handsome young man lift himself over her on the 
sofa and then settle his body beside hers, pressing her against the 
sofa-back as his mouth once again dipped down and encompassed the fullness 
of her lovely, small breasts. Beth moaned softly, feeling raging desire as 
she watched him take first one, then the other nipple into his hungrily 
salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid brownish tips of her small 
breasts until she felt she wanted to shriek out the pleasure she was 
feeling, pleasure washing through her quivering body as it had never done 
before. She had never dreamed that having a boy's lips on her naked body 
would do such good things to her. This was all so wonderful, she didn't ever 
want it to end. 

The boy's eyes swelled with lust as he stared at the perfect bare triangle 
at the base of the lovely girl's belly. Her soft, pink pussy seemed to smile 
up at him, all richly coral and shimmering. It peered at him coyly, almost 
covertly, letting him know how much it wanted him to come seeking. 

God! She had to be the most beautiful female he had ever seen. Well, at 
least she was as beautiful as his mother. He had never fucked another female 
as sweet and as exciting as Beth. Her cunt was a work of art, something 
sculpted by nature to perfection, so rich, so tight, so pink, and so 
delightfully free of hair that detracted from its good looks. He guessed she 
would eventually let her hair grow in, but even then it wouldn't be able to 
totally hide the beauty of that magnificent pussy. It was a cunt made for 
his cock, and it had been waiting all these years for him to bury his prick 
inside. 

The youth's brain was a mass of boiling desire, an ocean of wanton lust. He 
spread the soft outer lips wide apart, exposing the full splendor of her 
inner vagina to his hungry eyes. All he was able to do for the moment was 
gape at her sweet loveliness. 

Taking a deep breath, he rolled himself on top of her, moving between her 
palpitating thighs, slowly inching forward so that the solid, bloated head 
of his pulsating penis barely touched itself to the delicious pink crack 
that had never before been breached. The touch made the beautiful young 
blonde jerk convulsively. Then it was sliding slowly between her inner lips, 
and she gasped and held her breath, waiting. The tingling inside her made 
her flail her head from side to side, and her long, dark-blonde hair, 
streaming about her face, almost masked her. Her small, hard-nippled young 
breasts heaved beneath his digging squeezing fingers as she prepared herself 
for the first time to accept his sexual invasion of her. 

The boy controlled the powerful erotic surge he felt shooting through him. 
If she still had her hymen, he would have thrust four-square into her, 
sundering the membrane quickly and keeping her pain to a minimum. But not 
having a hymen made a difference. Now he knew he had to fit himself in 
slowly. Yes, he had to be careful with this sweet little Elizabeth, because 
she wasn't one of those lays he would use up and throw away. She was someone 
he intended fucking for a long, long time. He didn't project too far into 
the future. The thought of being with her on a permanent basis was out of 
the question at the moment. That would come in a little while, for though he 
didn't know it, his fucking this sweet young girl on this particular day 
would set in motion factors that would enable him to eventually fuck his own 
mother. But that would be later, just a little later, but nevertheless, 
later. Right now, his time was taken up with what he was presently doing. 

He inserted the rubbery tip of his rock-solid phallus into the narrow little 
wet hole of her elastic vagina, his knees held so her thighs were being 
pressed wide, wide apart. The tender hollows of Beth's sculptured thighs 
began twitching with little cataclysms shooting through them, drawing his 
hand between them magnetically, feeling said hand spread her lips a little 
wider. He pressed forward slowly, ever-so-slowly, pushing more and more of 
his superbly expanding youthful cock into the tightness of her teeming 
tunnel. He watched her lovely face begin to writhe with some mild pain, a 
pain that would end as soon as all of him was inside her and she was 
properly stretched. Soon now, it would all turn to unchained passion. 

Little by little the penis sank a bit deeper, feeling her hungry cunt now 
anxiously swallowing him up, gobbling the head and the stem of his cock as 
if it were a huge mushroom waiting to be consumed. When he slammed the head 
to the end of her cunt, letting it bounce off her elastic backwall, she gave 
a jerk and a little cry, but he knew his cock was finally buried to the 
balls in the simmering sweetness of her hot and tantalizing cunt, her 
clasping channel clinging to it in spite of the pain she was feeling. 

The passion-thrilled girl felt the oscillating cock as it filled her so 
totally, thick and hard as it spread the walls of her soft cunt wide apart. 
She was overwhelmed with a feeling of oneness. With Morey locked inside her, 
she was feeling as if she were a part of him, and as a result she was 
seething with overwhelming desire to be an even greater part of him. 

God! It was good, really good! It was better than she had ever imagined, and 
she had imagined it being pure bliss. The pain was already receding, and she 
knew now she was stretching, taking his thick young cock without difficulty. 
If she was able to stretch this much, then she would be able to stretch even 
more and take her father's cock. Her mind was already at work, trying to 
form some devious plan wherein she would be able to convince her father to 
fuck her. 

The boy knew he had to move slowly, carefully, easily, not wanting to 
frighten her in any way. He gently began stroking his throbbing prick deeper 
and deeper into her taut inner flesh, using long, even deep-grinding 
strokes. Every fiber in his youthful body cried out for him to speed up so 
he'd be able to fire into her. The pressure was building in the tightness of 
his balls and they were crying out to him for some form of alleviation. 

The hot, thick length of his massive cock drove deep into the narrowly 
squirming inner recesses of the writhing young girl's tantalizing and eager 
little pussy, then retreated a little only to submerge itself all over 
again. The head was pressing firmly against her tender backwall, a piece of 
flesh that was a lot stronger than it had initially felt, for now he 
realized that his blunt-headed cock would have needed a sharp point to power 
its way through. The hot, sodden walls of her cunt adjusted to his 
thickness, sucking on it, pulling him ever deeper inside around the firm 
girth and length. 

"Morey," she whispered. "Kiss me!" 

He complied, letting his lips burn against hers as he continued madly 
pounding his throbbing cock ever deeper into her internal self. He lifted 
his lips from hers and smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

"Golly!" she gasped. "I knew it would be good, but I never dreamed it would 
be this good. I'm glad you're doing this with me, Morey. I wouldn't want it 
with anyone else." 

"I'm glad, too, Beth," he murmured. 

"I'm going to come whenever you come, so don't hold back. Please don't hold 
back. The feel of your hot sperm inside me is all I'll need to trigger my 
orgasm." 

Her words were all that was needed to drive the youth to a fevered pitch of 
rapid motion. She was begging for him to reach his climax. Well he'd come, 
all right. He'd shoot a load the like of which he'd never shot before, and 
the like of which she would never feel in the future. God! Would he ever 
fire a load! 

Her sucking cunt was completely fastened to his throbbing cock at the 
moment, and there was no reason for him to restrain himself since no matter 
what he did to her, it would only cause pleasant sensations from here on in, 
and not pain. No, there was no need for tenderness. 

The boy began fucking more and more deeply into the narrow tightness of her 
shuddering pussy, sinking his cock to the limit, driving the length of it so 
far into her aching young belly, her tightly clasping vaginal walls oozed 
heavy outpourings of oil to lubricate the way and make the fucking that much 
more delightful. The swollen sac of his balls, tight between his own thighs, 
still rubbed against her perineum on every downstroke, slamming firmly into 
the wetly quivering strip of flesh. Her widespread thighs tried opening even 
more in order to suck the penis deeper as he withdrew and slammed in again 
and again. 

Faster and faster his long, thick phallic probe continued rapidly hammering 
into the lovely girl's seething little cunt as she perspired and gasped, 
thrilled with feelings she had never known before. Beth heaved and bucked 
and quaked beneath him, thrills the like of which were totally unimaginable 
filling her from the roots of her hair to the ends of her toenails. She felt 
like a prize mare locked beneath a stud stallion, and it was so good. 

At the same time Beth was learning to rapidly move her tantalizing body in 
rhythm with the way he was fucking her. She planted her feet flatly against 
the sofa cushions and lifted her buttocks with every downward thrust of his 
cock, slamming her crotch violently against his, thrilling each time the 
base of his prick was sucked on by her tantalizing vulva. Her thighs locked 
themselves firmly around his driving hips, and it was obvious to the youth 
that she was about to reach her own orgasm, whether or not he peaked. 

"Boy!" he gasped. "Oh boy! Gonna come! Gonna come! Can't stop myself, honey. 
I'm gonna COME!" 

"COME!" she pleaded. 

Usually Morey had better control over himself. But because of the girl he 
was fucking, and because she was virginal, plus the fact that hers was the 
first cunt he had ever plundered without a rubber, he lost all control of 
himself. 

" H H H A A AIIIAAAGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!" he yelled, and then he was coming, 
suddenly spurting his hot fountain of white juices into the seething depths 
of her tight and elastic vagina, the cock jerking out of control as he 
blasted one shot after another. Tremendous waves of bliss swirled through 
his balls, his prostate, and the full length of his iron-hard cock as he 
emptied his hot and fiery seed into the narrowness of her slurping pussy, 
blasting into her again and again and again. It was a never-ceasing flow of 
liquid fire filling the narrowness of her chaste interior, letting it 
overflow to pool beneath her quivering thighs and buttocks on the velvet 
sofa, staining the cushions. 

Beth delighted in the feel of the searing sperm as it washed against her 
vaginal walls, and she dug her heels a little more deeply into the cushions 
and pounded her cunt a little higher and a little faster before his cock had 
an opportunity to shrink. 

The orgasm hit her then, an overpowering blast of uncontrolled and vital 
sensation she had been incapable of beginning to imagine. 

"EEEYYYEEEIII ... AAAIIIYYYEEE ... EEEIIIAAAIII!" she shrieked as wave after 
wave of blissful delight blasted through her simmering tunnel. 

By that time Morey was drained and he collapsed on top of her, and the two 
of them fell asleep, exhausted by their efforts. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"What the hell is going on here?" Martin Conebar roared, walking into his 
living room. 

For the first time in a long time he was alone, and he was stupefied to see 
his naked daughter lying on the sofa, asleep, under the naked body of a 
youth. The smells of sex filled the air, and there was no mistaking what the 
two of them had done. 

"Holy shit!" Morey gasped, jumping up, his limp cock pulling from Beth's 
cunt with a loud sucking plop! 

"YOU!" he yelled at the boy. "What's your name?" 

"M-Morey," the boy gasped. "Morey Carson." 

"Carson? You the kid of that lady who lives down the block? The one who 
dumped her husband?" 

"Y-yes," Morey nodded, gulping. 

"Fine. I'm going to have a long talk with your mother. Now get your goddamn 
clothes on and get your ass outta here," Martin yelled. 

The boy was already fumbling with his underwear, and he hurriedly slipped 
into everything and went running out the front door, terrified the man was 
going to kill him. Beth, still totally naked, lay there on the sofa, 
unmoving. Inwardly, she was terrified. Outwardly, she presented a calm 
front. 

"Well," Martin told her. "Cover up!" 

"Why?" she asked, letting him look at her, suddenly aware that he wasn't 
merely looking at her like a father, but like a man. 

"My God!" the man gasped. "I thought the boy had seduced you ... " 

"Seduced me?" the girl shouted. "The heck he did. I seduced him. You think I 
don't know what goes on with you and those women you bring here all the 
time?" 

"Now just a minute, young lady," he snapped at her. "I'm an adult, and I'm 
responsible for my own actions..." 

"And I'm just a kid?" she yelled back. "Well take a good look at me, Daddy, 
and tell me I'm just a kid. I have as much right as you do to feel the 
things I feel, and the same right you have to make myself feel good about 
them." 

"It has nothing to do with your being a kid," Martin gasped. "You're a girl. 
It just isn't right ... " 

"No?" she asked. "What about all those women you brought here? Was it any 
more right for them? 

Why should I not be allowed to enjoy a sex life while those women you bring 
here enjoy everything?" 

"Those girls are tramps," he roared. "They put out to get something from me. 
You're not that kind of girl, Beth." 

"I may not use my body to get things," she reiterated, "but that's no reason 
why I shouldn't have the right to get laid. I like it, Daddy. I like it a 
lot." 

"Oh you do," he snapped, feverish, because looking at his daughter's 
nakedness reminded him so much of his wife. God! He didn't know why, but he 
felt an overpowering urge to fuck the girl. 

It took all his willpower to hold himself back. But as he looked at her, he 
continued mentally licking his chops, and he knew the anger he was directing 
at her was not that of a father angry at a daughter for doing something 
wrong. Rather it was the anger of a lover who had dared to give her body to 
some other man. Dear God! He wanted his own daughter, but he dared not admit 
it. He had to fight the feeling. 

"Yes I do," she replied. "Morey is a nice boy. He ... reminds me a lot of 
you, the way he looks and all. And he's considerate. He's even built like 
you down there, between the thighs." 

"How do you know how I'm built?" he asked, sweating profusely at this point, 
aware only of how much he wanted to use that daughter of his. God! She was a 
stunning little piece. What he felt transcended the mere physical. He was in 
love with her in his own way. 

"I've seen you," she gasped, shutting up as she realized she had said too 
much. 

"So you saw me and you wanted to emulate what I was doing by using some 
other boy, huh?" 

"That's about it," she told him, defiantly. 

"Young lady, you have a lesson that has to be learned," he snapped. 

"Are you going to be the one to teach it to me?" she asked. "Come on, Daddy, 
let's see you take down your pants in front of your own daughter, this time 
knowing she's looking at you." 

"Don't you open a big mouth to me," he roared. "I can remedy little girls 
with big mouths." 

"You're just a lotta hot air, Pops," she snapped. 

"Pops?" he bellowed. 

He was crazed, unable to think straight. The desire for her was gaining 
control of him, and there was no way for him to stop himself. He was in love 
with his own daughter, and he was going to use her, even if he had to rape 
her to do it. But he wouldn't use her cunt, not today. That had been used by 
the boy, and Marty didn't take seconds from anyone ... not even his own 
daughter. 

He was tearing off his clothing, and Beth was suddenly scared. She didn't 
believe he would really undress in front of her. He stood over her, staring 
down into her frightened eyes, now in his undershorts. 

With his groin a mere two feet away from her face as she remained half lying 
half sitting on the sofa, he peeled down his undershorts, allowing his long, 
thick cock to fall out, the head mere inches from his daughter's trembling 
mouth. He gripped it in his right hand and began massaging it a little. The 
conflict within him concerning this being his daughter raged with his desire 
for her, and as a result he wasn't hard just yet. But he knew there was no 
way from keeping his cock from growing. If there was one thing he was 
certain about it was the reaction of his prick to his daughter's body. She 
looked so much like her mother there was no way short of beating the penis 
down with a stick that he would keep it from stiffening. 

His wife's death had left a big hole in the fabric of his existence. He had 
gone with many women who had physical resemblances to his wife in the hope 
of assuaging his need for the woman. But not until now did he feel anything 
emotionally. 

He stared at his daughter's young, nubile body as it lay there quivering, 
stretched out now on her back on the divan, and slowly, in almost 
herky-jerky movements, his throbbing cock seemingly snapped to life. It grew 
longer and longer until the full length of it stood out from his weightily 
dangling balls. Under normal conditions it was enormous. But aroused as he 
felt at the sight of his daughter's body, his penis seemed to grow even 
longer and thicker. 

Beth stared at her daddy's solid cock, swelling and enlarging to its full 
frightening length. It was so much longer and thicker up close than it had 
looked from a distance. It was certainly larger than that of Morey. If her 
daddy poked that into her tight little pussy it would go all the way up to 
her forehead-from the inside, assuming he didn't lip her cunt apart, first. 

At the same time she saw how rugged the rest of his body looked this close 
up. He was hard, lean, muscular, as if iron filled his muscles from top 
bottom. Even his cock seemed to have an iron bar in it as it stood out from 
his balls. There was no fat on him, no soft flesh, and in spite of her fear, 
Beth was once again aroused. He was not only the most beautiful man she had 
ever seen, but he was, after all, her father. Looking at him caused her to 
feel turned on all over again. 

He moved forward and touched her lips with the tip of his cock, and she 
raised her eyes and looked at the coldness written all over his face. He 
wasn't merely going to fuck her. He wanted her to do what Peggy had done Hie 
previous night. He wanted that cock of his shoved down her throat. 

"Daddy ... no!" she gasped. "Not that!" 

"Why not?" he laughed. "You seemed to like fucking..." 

"That was my first time, Daddy, I swear it," she pleaded. 

"Fine. Then all I've lost is your vaginal virginity. I'm going to take your 
oral virginity, honey. So you get down on your knees and start to work." 

"No!" she shrieked. 

Before she knew what was happening, his hand had reached out and gripped her 
by her long hair. 

"Just like your mother," he was saying, more to himself than to her. "Yes, 
you're going to learn just as she did. I had to force her the first time, 
too." 

"No, Daddy, no!" 

"Yes, Beth, yes." 

He tugged on her hair, yanking her off the sofa, forcing her to the carpet 
on her knees. Not for one moment did her eyes leave the enormous stanchion 
standing out from his crotch. Totally naked, she was kneeling before her 
father like some hedonistic slave, and he was moving forward, using his 
ankles to grip her knees as he held the tip of his cock directly in front of 
her lovely face. It swayed from side to side, and he gave a short, thrusting 
motion with his hips, the penis stopping less than an inch from her tightly 
closed lips. She turned her head to avoid touching the throbbing penile 
head. 

"You said you wanted to learn, baby," he told her. "Well, Daddy's gonna 
teach you the right way to give head. You're going to suck this cock, and 
when I please, I'm going to fuck you with it, too. From now on you get all 
your action from Daddy." 

Beth shook her head violently, suddenly terrified of her own father. She was 
too frightened to open her mouth and tell him she wouldn't do it. 

But Martin wasn't in the mood to play games at this point. He wanted his 
daughter so badly his balls were swollen with pain. Reaching down, he 
grabbed a handful of her long, dark blonde hair, and he knotted it tightly 
in his clenched fist. Tugging, he saw her face screw up with agony. 

"Come on, baby," he insisted. "Daddy's cock needs sucking. See, I didn't 
even bring any girls home today. I was going to spend time with my baby. But 
if this is the way you want to spend time, well then, let's get to it." 

But Beth began shaking her lovely head again and again, this time straining 
hard to try and pull away. He twisted a handful of her hair until her knees 
actually rose from the floor. 

"Daddy," she screamed. "You're hurting me! Don't. . . please..."she loudly 
begged. 

"Daddy's only trying to teach you all about what you want to learn," he 
snapped at her. "Now open that lovely mouth of yours and I promise I won't 
pull your hair anymore. Keep your mouth closed ... " 

Tears fell from her clenched eyes as'she opened her lips just the littlest 
bit, but he had his grip firmly on her hair, and she knew he would pull the 
hair from her head if he tugged any harder. She had to ease the pain, and 
the only way to do it was to open her mouth, so she did so. 

As soon as her lips were parted enough for the head of his cock to fit 
between them, Martin eased the painful hold he had on his daughter's hair. 
He rocked his body forward a little, slipping the initial couple of inches 
between her wet lips, letting the corona slide in as the underside of the 
penile head rested on the tip of heir tongue. 

"Now you look up at Daddy," he commanded, towering over the young blonde 
girl like some primeval giant. 

Beth looked up, the weight of his thick penis still locked between her 
tantalizing lips. She shuddered and pressed her lips tightly around the 
head, suddenly aware of the sponginess. She also became aware of the penile 
leakage, and found the tang not at all unpleasant. 

"Better, much better," he nodded. "Now, does 

Daddy have to hold your hair, or will you behave and start doing this 
without any additional prompting?" 

Beth knew better than to continue defying him. Fighting her father was 
useless, especially since her inner body was already responding and the 
juices in her vagina were bubbling. It was better to do as her father 
instructed than to fight with him and have him hurt her. He was going to 
have his way anyway. Her pussy was alive with lust all over again, her mind 
filled with memories of the way Morey had poled her. As a result, she began 
salivating heavily, making it easier for her father to push his penis a 
little deeper. 

She tightened her lips around the smoothness of the rubbery penile point as 
it sank a little deeper in her mouth. She sucked amateurishly, slurping all 
over it like a little girl licking an all-day sucker. 

"Come on, Beth," her father urged, his voice no longer cold or cruel, but 
oddly enough, filled with encouragement and love. "You can do better than 
that, you sweet, beautiful little girl. Use more tongue and tighten those 
lovely lips." 

He pushed another thick inch into her narrow mouth, and suddenly Beth 
realized that with only half the length of her daddy's cock in her mouth, 
the head was already pressing into her gullet. She would choke if he pushed 
it any deeper. 

Martin was re-living the first time with his wife, when he'd had to force 
her to suck his cock. His wife had put up much more of a struggle, and he 
had hoped Beth would fight him a little more so he'd be able to completely 
recapture everything. It would have been a pleasure to use a bit more force 
mis first time, as he had done with her mother. 

What the hell! It didn't matter that much. Just watching the way his 
stunningly lovely young daughter knelt helplessly at his feet, her lips 
tightly clinging to his cock, was a total wanton delight for him. God! It 
had been so long since he'd felt sensations this strong. 

It had been such a long time since he'd had such thrills invade his 
shuddering body. Now that he had Beth, and now that he realized how much he 
sexually needed her, he was going to make up for everything. He pushed 
another inch into her mouth, the weighty, rubbery head clogging her pharynx 
as her beautiful cupid's-bow lips curled around the pulsing pole and she 
gagged. The penis rubbed into her gullet, and she choked and coughed until 
he decided to ease the penis back a little. She tried pleading with him 
again, but her mouth was filled with cock, and words wouldn't come out. 

He looked down at her, at the loveliness of her dark blonde head as her 
mouth began slowly sliding back and forth on his fleshy tube. He was filled 
with arousal as he used to be with his wife, and even seeing the smallness 
of Beth's tits only aroused him that much more. God! She would have big, 
beautiful knobs in the not-too-distant future, and he wanted to be the one 
to fondle and handle those tits. 

His hands reached down and rubbed her nipples, and Beth thought it was a 
signal for her to stop sucking. 

"No you don't, Beth baby," her father insisted. "You just keep on using that 
lovely mouth of yours and sucking like crazy. I want to feel those lips of 
yours here, eventually," he said, his finger touching the base of his cock 
where it joined to his pelvis. 

Sighing, Beth slipped the thick phallus between her lips, drooling all over 
it and licking around its steel-solid length with her pink, tantalizing 
tongue. Her breasts, small as they were, wobbled just a little, and the 
sight of it made Martin's cock stiffen a little more. He loved looking at 
the firmness of the small breasts with their tan nipples and areolae, a 
smaller version of her mother's breasts, but reminiscent nevertheless. The 
nipples were so elongated and lovely, shuddering as her mouth sucked on his 
throbbing phallic length. Soon they would grow so long and so firm, they 
would bounce as if the nipples were held up by invisible strings. Looking 
straight down, Martin was filled with wanton desire at the sight of her 
lovely breasts. All the while her mouth slid back and forth on the length of 
his throbbing penis, and she was sucking with more and more expertise. 

The man placed his open palms on either side of her lovely face and tightly 
held her, preventing her from moving as he began to rhythmically fuck his 
throbbing cock back and forth between her luscious lips, the super-sensitive 
penis sliding across the edges of her bottom teeth and into the warm, wet 
confines of her oral cave. The licking pressure of her tongue beneath sent 
chills of wonder blistering through his body-chills he had never imagined 
himself capable of feeling again. It licked along the urethra, and she felt 
the thick tube in the phallic underside, remembering seeing how it pulsed 
when Peggy had sucked on this same cock the previous night. 

"Beth baby, that's so good," her father gasped. "Good, good, keep on licking 
it like that, honey ... yes ... yes ... that's the way." 

He began fucking her mouth a little harder and a lot faster, each long 
stroke burying itself a little more in the depths of her lovely wanton 
mouth. The head of the penis rubbed along the palate as it pushed into her 
gullet, gagging her. 

"There, you're really doing it right," he told her. "I'm going to give you 
some lovely meat on which to chew ... more cock!" 

Martin was adoring every second of this, certain that his daughter was the 
only other woman in the world capable of sucking and fucking like his wife 
had once done. God! It was so long, so long since he'd felt anything this 
delightful. All those years of suffering, of fucking countless other women 
in the hope of finding someone as good as his wife, and here she was, living 
in his own home the entire time. God! This beautiful, naked girl was his 
daughter, but he didn't feel shame or remorse. He felt the need for more and 
more of her lovely mouth. Her lips and tongue and throat were pulling on his 
penis, actually tugging it deeper, and the harder she sucked, the thicker 
and longer his penis seemed to grow. 

Beth was choking and gagging and gasping for some much needed air. The 
fleshy length of her daddy's monolithic cock continued pressing down on her 
tiny tongue and sliding into the narrow, sensitive passageway of her gagging 
gullet. In the beginning she had been certain she would strangle on it as it 
plunged so far into her esophagus, but now the muscles were first beginning 
to relax, and the penis slid all the more easily across the flat of her 
tongue and into her narrow throat. 

Each time he pulled it back, only the mushroom-shaped head was left locked 
behind her front teeth, then he would slam the full length of the penis 
forward, ramming the slithery penile length all the way in until the head 
sank all the way into the narrow tightness of her tantalizing throat. Stiff 
and straight as it was, it seemed to bend just enough to fit down her 
gullet. There was no pain, only lust and desire, for Beth was sucking in the 
same way her mother did-as no other woman knew how to do. Christ! It felt 
fantastic to slide that long, rigid python of his down her clamping gullet, 
feeling her choke around the penis. That choking constricted her throat and 
created even more pressure on his throbbing cock. 

Beth didn't know why, but she was enjoying the pressure of her father's cock 
in her gullet, even if it almost strangled her. It seemed as if she had 
developed massaging fingers in her throat, and each time she choked, her 
gullet rubbed the penis that much harder, and she knew it wouldn't be much 
longer before her daddy exploded his hot sperm down her throat. She 
remembered seeing the way Peggy's throat muscles contracted and swallowed, 
and she knew she had to do the same thing when her father finally unleashed 
his flood. 

As it was, she was tasting a continual flow of seminal oil. It was oozing 
from the tip of his throbbing phallus, and the taste of it mingled with the 
flavor of his meaty penis. 

Her father pulled his penis all the way out of her mouth, holding it so only 
the head was pressing against her nibbling lips. Her own head still hurt 
where her daddy had pulled her hair, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to do 
so again if she tried getting away. Not that she wanted to. Beth hated to 
admit it to herself, but now she understood why Peggy had so willingly 
sucked this penis. It was a female gourmet's delight, and she enjoyed 
tasting it from top to bottom. 

The feeling was so good, Martin was barely able to stand what he was 
enjoying. His weighty balls ached with uncontrolled pressure of his burning 
sperm load, and it was getting harder and harder to hold the semen back. 

He taunted her softly nibbling lips as long as he was able. Then he pushed 
the full length of his solidly throbbing prod all the way down her gullet, 
feeling her wetly glistening lips eagerly suck and surround it, warmly, 
eagerly tasting it. He began long, slow fucking movements, once again 
holding her head still between his hands while burying his huge cock right 
up to the brushy hilt in her mouth, his pubic hair tickling her as it 
brushed against her lips and chin. 

"That's it, that's it ... don't stop now, honey ... don't stop ... not if 
you love your father," he instructed. "Just keep on sucking as if there's no 
tomorrow." 

Beth wouldn't have been able to answer even if she had wanted to. The long 
length of hard cock was continually fucking faster and faster into the 
narrow tightness of her crushing gullet, and it was all she was able to do 
to keep from strangling. Saliva ran down her throat, keeping the passageway 
wet and slippery for the cock, and she was grateful for that much, knowing 
if her throat tightened up now, the penis would choke her. 

Over and over her father continued slamming his hard cock down her delicate 
throat, moving it past her lovely lips and stroking it so deep it seemed to 
punch right into her belly. She was aware of urethral twitching, and she 
felt his balls leap up and down against her chin and knew the time was fast 
arriving when he would come. There seemed to be some kind of rumbling deep 
inside him, and she knew that at any second he would empty his balls down 
her throat. She wanted it! She had waited so long for her father to make 
love to her, she would take his sperm any way she was able to get it. 

Martin felt the boiling semen starting to bubble in the seething depths of 
his prostate, as if waiting for the millions of little sperm to crawl up 
from the testicles and join with the fluid. He slowed down a little, easing 
his cock back and forth its full length, but slowly. He wanted to feel every 
fantastic drop of his sperm load shoot along the full length of his 
throbbing prick and blast from his pulsing penile point into his daughter's 
lovely little mouth. He ached to feel her choke and gag around his cock as 
her mother had done when he was coming until there wasn't a single drop of 
seed left. 

Panting, he leaned back a little, bracing his legs, fucking his cock 
smoothly down the narrow, passageway of her throat. Her head remained 
rock-steady in his hands. 

He was ready to shoot and he was unable to hold it back. 

"Ohmigod! OHHH-AAAGHHH!! " he bellowed, feeling the white-hot fluid come 
rushing from the depths of his balls, moving up the stiffened length of his 
throbbing cock. He shoved the heavy length of his penis forward until every 
last bit was lodged in the narrow tightness of her lovely throat, and then 
he lunged even harder. 

"SUCK ... BABBBYYY ... SUCK DADDY OFFFF. YESSSS ... SUCK. ... SUCK. . . 
SUCK. DONT STOP. . . DON'T STOP ... SUCK . 

Beth sucked. She drank every last little sticky drop of her father's hot 
flow, feeling like a cannibal, drinking down millions of sisters and 
brothers who would never exist. Yet she thirsted for the sperm like someone 
dehydrated in the desert thirsted for water. She drank it all down in big 
gulps as it continued gushing into her mouth. 

Then a funny thing happened. The thick head of the penis was rubbing against 
something in the back of her throat, touching nerve-endings never before 
touched, and she realized, she, too, was coming, coming from doing rather 
than being done to. 

"GGGRRRLLLMMMH-HHWWWAAAGGGLLLHHHRRRHHH!" she gagged, and fell back, pulling 
her father's cock with her so that his knees hit the sofa cushions as her 
head rested on them and she drank and drank and drank. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"No other boys or men," her father was saying. 

He was seated across from her at a local restaurant. They were in a private 
booth at the rear of the restaurant, and they had just finished eating. 

"Then you can't play with other women," Beth insisted. 

She was wearing a blue dress, and he had his suit on again. God! She looked 
so innocent and sweet. Who'd believe that less than two hours earlier, she 
had been sucking his cock with those girlish lips of hers. 

"I can't promise that," he told her. "You know that." 

"You mean you still want other women," Beth snapped. 

"I mean ... well ... I just don't want you to run the risk of getting some 
venereal disease," he insisted. 

"If you fool around with other women, I'm going to keep on doing things with 
Morey," she told him. "You know, he's a lot like you. Tall, dark, handsome, 
though he's not built quite as big as you ... yet" 

Martin realized talking to his daughter and forbidding her was foolish. She 
obviously had a crush on this Morey, just as she loved him. But she wasn't 
the kind of girl who gave herself indiscriminately. Maybe he'd stop by and 
have a chat with Morey's mother the following evening and convince her to 
tell her son to stay away from his daughter. 

"You know that what we did was wrong," her father told her. 

"Why?" she asked. "Because someone once told you it was wrong?" 

"You know what would happen if you ever had a baby because of me?" 

"Daddy, I'm not a complete dummy," she assured him with a worldly air that 
surprised him. "But no one says that I have to have a baby. I mean, I know 
about contraception. I wouldn't dream of letting Morey do anything to me 
without using some sort of protection." 

"I didn't see any rubber on his cock," the father snapped. 

"I'm the one using the protection," Beth replied. "I wear a diaphragm." 

Good God! Was it possible he was wrong about his daughter? Was she some sort 
of common tramp, after all? 

"Beth, since when..." 

"Since this afternoon," she replied as he sipped his lukewarm coffee. "I 
went to the doctor and had him measure me for one, and then I put it in, and 
afterward, Morey and I. . . welllll ... for the first time." 

"I see," her father nodded, relaxing a little. 

"So you see, Daddy, as long as I take precautions, we have nothing to worry 
about where babies are concerned. And if we don't make babies, as far as I'm 
concerned, there's nothing wrong with you and I doing things. I mean, do you 
love any woman more than you love me?" 

"No," he admitted. 

"Much as I like Morey, I don't love him as much as I love you. So let's stop 
playing games. Let's finish supper, then go home, and you can let me feel 
what it's like to have that big, juicy cock of yours in my vagina instead of 
just in my mouth." 

"Honey, about what happened this afternoon..." 

"Hey, Daddy, it's all right, I loved it. I'm glad you forced me. Otherwise 
I'd never have known how good it was. So come on, let's stop being silly. 
You want me. I want you. Let's eat, go home, and fuck." 

So Martin paid the bill, he and his daughter got into his car, went home, 
and he fucked her three different times that night. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Hey!" Morey heard a voice call to him, and turning he saw the blue Mark VI 
parked at the curb. 

Walking over, he peered inside and saw Beth's father. The man had been 
waiting for him after school. 

"Get in!" Martin told the boy. 

The youth, too afraid to disobey, slid in on the passenger's side, and the 
girl's father looked at the boy and said, "Just what is it you feel for my 
daughter?" 

"Hey, Mr. Conebar, believe me, she's something special," the boy insisted. 
"I mean, she wasn't just a lay." 

"Yeah, well I think she-likes you, too," Martin said. "The trouble is, 
she-likes you too much. I want to know, if I let you go on seeing her, d'you 
think you can keep from doing what you did again-at least until she's a 
little older?" 

"Gee," Morey gasped. "I can sure try." 

"Don't just try," the father insisted, taking a ten dollar bill from his 
wallet. "Now you go and take Beth to the movies. Have her home by nine 
o'clock at the latest." 

"Sure thing," the boy nodded. "Hey, thanks, Mr. Conebar, thanks a lot, 
believe me, you won't be sorry. I really dig Beth." 

Sure, Martin thought. You dug right into her cunt. 

Well, now he had that matter settled, but to make certain the boy wouldn't 
suddenly get too horny, he decided it might be a good idea to talk to the 
boy's mother. He knew she worked as a secretary, but her working hours were 
adjusted so that she was home by the time he came out of school. 

Driving directly to the house where Morey lived with his mother, knowing its 
location from having passed it many times in the years he had lived in the 
neighborhood, Martin parked his car in front of the two-story home, got out, 
and rang the doorbell. As he waited for May Carson to answer, Martin 
reflected on the many times he had seen her shopping or pottering around in 
her garden. She usually had curlers in her hair or a bandana on her head, 
and so it was nearly impossible to see what she really looked like. Because 
he had always gone by in a moving car, he hadn't had a chance to look at her 
face for any length of time, and therefore was unable to determine whether 
or not she was attractive. Not that it mattered to a man like Martin. He was 
surrounded by beautiful women all day long and save for his wife and 
daughter, had, up to now, been totally impervious to the looks of other 
women. As far as he was concerned, women were meant to be used, nothing 
more. 

When the door opened, he suddenly found himself facing an extraordinary 
looking woman with dark-blonde hair, and though she was facially different 
from his wife and daughter, there were so many similarities, for the first 
time since the death of his wife he felt a stirring inside him that was 
something other than physical when looking at a mature woman. Perhaps 
because of his feeling for his daughter his desires were suddenly reflected 
toward this woman as well, but there was no denying she was lovely, and the 
sight of her set his pulses racing as none of the women who worked for him 
were able to do. She had a small nose, deep brown eyes, a bright, winning 
smile behind full, kissable lips, and from the neck down she was the image 
of his late wife. She even wore chino pants as his wife had done, her hips 
slim, but rounded and in no way boyish. Her eyes looked at him staringly, 
inquiringly, wondering what he wanted, and she said, "Yes?" 

"Mrs. Carson?" he said. 

"I'm May Carson," she nodded. 

"Mrs. Carson, I'm Martin Conebar, from down the block. I'd like to speak to 
you about something rather delicate. May I come in?" 

"Of course," May nodded, recognizing the man whom she had often seen going 
into and out of his home, though she had seen him from a distance. 

This close, May decided Martin was not merely good-looking, but awesomely 
handsome. What was more, not having had anything to do with a man for quite 
some time now since she had found no man really worth going to bed with, May 
Carson was in an extremely sexy mood. Under normal conditions, she wouldn't 
have dreamed of having anything physical to do with a man when just meeting 
him. But there was no question about this man's magnetism, and even though 
her conscious mind had not accepted him as a lover yet, her subconscious 
already had him categorized and labeled as definitely worth the effort. Only 
time would tell whether his abilities matched his looks. 

She ushered him into her living room and offered to pour him a drink. He 
refused, claiming it was too early in the afternoon. May sat on the sofa and 
motioned him to sit, as well. It was a light off-white sofa still covered 
with heavy plastic, and it made a scrunchy sound when they sat. 

"What seems to be the problem?" May asked. 

"Your son," he said softly.; 

"Has Morey gotten himself into some kind of trouble?" May asked. 

"If my daughter can be considered trouble," he nodded. 

"I'm sorry," she shrugged. "I don't understand." 

"Your son has gotten into my daughter," he told her. "So you might say he's 
gotten into trouble." 

"Goodness," May gasped. "I know Morey is sometimes reckless, but still ... 
something like this?" 

"Mrs. Carson, I've spoken with Morey, and for the most part he seems to be 
an extremely intelligent young man," Martin told her. "I can understand 
children at that age experimenting-wanting to find out what sex is all 
about. But my daughter is still a bit young for something like that." 

"Of course," May nodded. "But what can I do?" 

"Your son is obviously going to go on seeing my daughter," Martin explained. 
"Though he's promised to keep his hands off her, the simple fact is, they're 
only human. I'm not going to try and prohibit Beth from seeing Morey, but by 
the same token, I'd wish you'd remind him whenever he goes out with her to 
remember she's still just a young girl. No matter what she wants, and I'll 
admit your son is apparently good enough so that she'll want more, he has to 
maintain some sort of control over himself." 

May was startled. She knew her son fooled around a little, but she'd had no 
idea he had developed such expertise as to make women want more. Usually, it 
was the boy who went begging after the girl. Her son was certainly different 
from her husband. Well, he probably took after her own side of the family. 
In any case, she began seeing her son in a new light. 

"Well," she said, "I'll certainly do my best, Mr. Conebar." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

He was sipping a glass of wine she had finally convinced him to accept, 
looking at May. She was wearing a light summer dress that had no belted 
waist. It was blue, with white polka dots, and he was able to see through it 
because she was sitting with her side toward the window, and her silhouette 
stood out clearly. She had nothing on under the dress. 

They had talked at great length about each other, having finished talking 
about their children. Her mannerisms, her way of tossing her head, her 
smile, all reminded him so much of his dead wife. As a result he 
unconsciously preened himself, causing his skin to radiate and his eyes to 
shine, and with every passing second each was becoming more and more 
desirable in the other's eyes. 

"You know," Martin said, "your son and my daughter are at the movies. I was 
wondering if you might consider coming out with me." 

Two hours later, they were finishing dinner. Instead of going out, the two 
of them had worked together in May's kitchen and had made the supper. Then 
they had done the dishes together, after which May had put some soft music 
on the stereo and they had danced. He'd held her close, feeling her 
delicious nakedness under her dress, and he had kissed her neck. 

"Mrs. Carson, you're an extremely desirable woman," he whispered in her ear. 

"And you're an exceptional man, Mr. Conebar," she murmured, feeling her 
pent-up hunger take total possession of her. 

Desire flooded throughout her aching body, and she trembled with want for 
him. The voluptuous divorcee felt him press his mouth to hers, and she 
kissed him hungrily. His tongue sank into her mouth, and she sucked on it, 
filled with desire. A low moan erupted from her chest and her arms snaked 
around his neck. 

"Maybe our children aren't old enough to know better," she whispered. "But 
I'm old enough to know what I want, and what I want is you." 

There were times when words would have been superfluous. Martin knew 
anything he said at this moment might break the spell the both of them were 
enjoying. Heat was sizzling in him as he realized he wanted this woman as 
much as he had wanted his own daughter, the previous night. 

Picking her up, he carried her up the flight of nearby stairs and found the 
master bedroom without any trouble. He carried her inside and set her on top 
of the covers. His tongue was moving in and out of her mouth like some small 
excited penis. 

Martin began using his hands to stroke her. First he massaged her back and 
shoulders, and then his hands moved around to the fullness of her 
balloon-like breasts, large, round, yet upstanding. At the same time he 
pressed himself firmly against her, grinding the bulge of his throbbing cock 
against the softness of her yearning vaginal flesh as she spread her thighs. 
His hand had tugged her dress up, and now he pulled it over her head, 
exposing her nakedness in all its white glory. 

Martin looked at her, drinking her in, admiring her, feeling more than mere 
physical desire for her, as he had felt more than mere physical desire for 
his own daughter and his deceased wife. Then his right hand began moving 
down the flat plane of her tender belly, around to massage the pliant flesh 
of her trembling buttocks. 

The beautiful woman began to quiver and moan, her voice low in her trembling 
throat as Martin's hand hungrily searched out the curves and hollows of her 
delightfully naked flesh. During this entire time, their tongues 
intermingled again and again, chasing, darting, stroking, and licking at 
each other. 

Pulling his anxious mouth away from hers, he finally let his left hand move 
gently downward toward the base of her belly, tantalizing her tender flesh 
as he stroked it. A moment later, he was teasing the soft golden hairs on 
her pubis as he once again kissed her full and sensuous lips. 

For a moment May decided the best thing to do would not be to make herself 
appear too easy. As he lowered his head and allowed his lips to clamp firmly 
on the swell of her nipple, a pinkish-brown bud that stood at attention the 
moment his tongue touched it, she whispered, "Don't you think we're moving a 
little too quickly? I mean, you came here to talk about our children, now 
here we are, doing what we don't want our children to do." 

A loud groan of hunger was the man's only reply, his voracious mouth 
fastening itself firmly on the full mound of her deliciously succulent 
breast. His moan echoed by her delighted gasp of pleasure drove further 
thoughts of resistance from her mind. After a moment, he moved his hungrily 
devouring mouth to the other breast, leaving the first one shining with the 
wetness of his saliva. 

Then his mouth left the soft resilience of her swollen breasts and it worked 
its way upward once again. The two of them kissed savagely, hungrily, 
recognizing more than lust in one another. There was genuine need, not 
merely for flesh of the opposite sex. He needed this particular woman, and 
she needed him. He kissed downward again, over her swan-like throat, her 
breasts, and her belly as his hands began removing his clothing. 

"My son might come home," she whispered. "I've never done anything here in 
the house." 

"He took my daughter to the movies two hours ago. If it's a double feature, 
they won't be out for another two hours," he muttered, clamping his hot, wet 
mouth solidly against the tender flesh of her throbbing breasts. 

Once more he moved his right hand lower until it rested on the tendrils of 
gold hair covering her venereal mount. Without the least hesitation, he 
slipped an outstretched middle finger into the dampness of her wetly heated 
succulent vaginal passageway. 

Blazing flashes of turbulent desire wantonly began wildly flickering through 
May's undulating loins, making her aware how much she needed his 
lust-provoking caresses. 

"Uuuunnnhhh ... aaannnhhh ... ooonnnhhh..." she incoherently crooned as she 
reveled being held in his strong, masculine arms. For the moment all 
thoughts of her son had evaporated, though had she stopped to think about 
it, she had been clinging to Martin because he looked like an older, more 
mature version of her son. Had she been aware of her subconscious incestuous 
thoughts, she would have been shocked. 

Spreading her thighs even wider, she gave him greater access to her womanly 
chamber. He touched the quivering little nerve as she breathed out, 
shuddering, "Oooonnnhhh ... yessss ... that feels ... uuunnnhhh ... so 
wonderfulllll..." 

Martin's middle finger once again wormed smoothly into the taut, wet vaginal 
opening, and with a delicately gentle rhythm began slipping in and out of 
her wetly seeping crevice. 

At the same time he used his thumb to massage her clitoris, rubbing the 
swollen bud, tantalizing it and making her feel arousal the like of which no 
man had ever made her feel before. His hand slid lower, his finger sinking 
deeper into the tightness of her cuntal canal, and he was rewarded by a 
loud, shuddering sigh of pleasure coming from her soft lips. 

Martin knew she was his now, totally helpless and a slave to his wishes. Her 
panting breath was coming heavily from her throat while his own breathing 
was hoarse and raspy. The blowjob given by his own daughter had been the 
closest thing he'd known to paradise since his wife's death. Now he had a 
feeling he was about to experience an even greater rapture. 

"Now," Martin insisted, squeezing her breasts. 

"Yes," she nodded, knowing she needed no more warming up. 

He rolled her over onto her face, and she didn't fight him. Whatever he 
wanted to do was all right with her, because May had the feeling that 
whatever he did, she would love. Her long blonde hair now spilled down 
around both sides of her lovely face, hiding it, and for a moment, looking 
at her this way, Martin felt he was staring at his wife. Her buttocks lifted 
in wanton invitation, wagging from side to side. 

"Fuck me now!" she moaned, actually commanding him. But it was the kind of 
command he intended obeying. 

Martin scrambled into position behind her, using his strong knees to force 
the soft, pillarly thighs even wider apart. He stared with lust at the pink 
slash between her pouting labia, and knowing he was gazing at her made the 
lovely woman flush with desire. Her buttocks began moving of their own 
accord, as if semaphoring to him that she was ready. 

His hands gripped her lovely white ass-cheeks and peeled them apart, opening 
them with a sort of worshipful reverence she had never felt at anyone else's 
hands. He moved forward and let the bulbous head of his throbbing cock rub 
against her soft, tender labia. 

May moaned and shoved her buttocks impatiently back at him, aching to feel 
the full length of his long, solid phallus pulsating in the depths of her 
vagina. Her head was hanging down, and she was staring between her dangling 
breasts at the massive penile stanchion, and she first realized how long and 
how thick the cock was. She had never seen one quite that huge. This was 
going to be a really good one. Shudder after shudder of forbidden pleasure 
rippled delightedly through her quaking body. Then he towered his face to 
her buttocks. 

The man's tongue was suddenly a thing come alive, bringing with it 
lasciviously exciting and thrilling sensations, feelings she had experienced 
only to a minor degree before compared to what she was feeling now. She 
groaned with rapture when the tongue flicked against her pulsating anal 
opening. Cold sparks of frost ran madly from the base of her spine to her 
neck as his tongue probed into the little orifice and licked away at the 
sphincter. 

"Unh ... unh ... unh..." she gasped as the tantalizing skewer of tongue 
probed ever more deeply into her. 

May shuddered as if she were suffering from some uncontrollable palsy. Her 
hands and her knees were suddenly too weak to support her, and she fell 
flatly forward on the bed. A moment later, he had her knees jackknifed under 
her again, lifting her rounded white ass-cheeks high up into the air. His 
tongue kept working, and she felt pleasures charge insanely through her. No 
one, but no one had ever licked her anus before, and the sensation was 
maddening, to say the least. 

Instinctively, the beautiful divorcee began rotating her lovely buttocks in 
tiny little obscene circles, the cheeks moving around and around and around 
as she sought to feel his tongue penetrate even more deeply into her rectal 
tunnel. She wanted these wanton sensations to go on and on, for oddly 
enough, she was about to experience something totally new and different-an 
anal orgasm. There seemed to be nothing else in this world at the moment 
save for the marvelous torment of his licking tongue as it made the fires 
within her intensify. Yes, yes, it was very definitely possible to come this 
way, and this was what she wanted, finding herself reveling wildly in the 
lewdly forbidden act until she thought her entire body was about to spin off 
into outer space and explode into a trillion tiny rejoicing shards. 

"GGGHHHAAAIIIYY-YAAAGGGHHHAAGGHH!" she shrieked as the rectal climax took 
hold of her, stiffening her. 

God! It was so good. But good as it had been, her body now clamored for 
more. She needed greater teasing, then a more powerful climax. 

Martin's face was sodden with the juices that had come splashing from her 
vagina as she had thrilled to her orgasm. He lifted his face from the 
trembling crevice between her ass-cheeks, and then moved himself into 
position, ready to thrust his cock into her. 

The throbbing organ had total control over him, and he felt ready to climb a 
wall in order to attain his satisfaction. He had to jam his penis into the 
narrowness of her throbbing cunt or the top of his head would blow off. 
Caressing the softly wriggling flesh of her rounded buttocks, the man moaned 
out his pleasure. God! She was so beautiful ... so perfect, and she had such 
a nice ass. Her ass-hole and her cunt were deliciously clean. One day he 
would fuck that ass-hole, when he got to know her better. Oh yes, this was 
one woman he was definitely going to get to know better. 

May gasped as she felt the hot, blood-bloated head of his pulsing cock press 
wetly into the soddenly waiting slit between her billowing ass-cheeks. For a 
moment she thought he intended fucking her ass-hole, but she didn't fight 
him. If that was what he wanted, she would let him do it, because anything 
he did seemed to make her feel good. 

The pulsing point slowly began sliding lower, moving downward between the 
slippery flanges of her tantalizing cunt lips where it nudged apart the 
softly curling strands of her delectable vagina. Little by little it tried 
working its way into the narrow stricture of her cunt as his finger massaged 
her clitoris. This sent a jolt of ragged pleasure through her body, and she 
tried pulling away. 

Martin's hands slid around the tops of her lovely thighs and held her in 
place, his fingers squeezing her white flesh, digging into her. She gasped 
and stayed still. 

"You put it in," he instructed, panting heavily, his hands still holding her 
thighs. 

The nakedly kneeling blonde divorcee didn't waste time. Without the least 
little bit of hesitation, she groped between her thighs and closed her 
fingers around the lust-bloated shaft, guiding it to the wetly clasping 
mouth of her vagina. 

The dark-haired executive began a slow prodding against the softness of the 
woman's tightly narrow elastic opening, feeling her softly yielding vaginal 
lips parting to accommodate his hard length. Then the mighty phallic probe 
began sliding into the warm cupola, slithering through layer after layer of 
warm, all-enveloping womanly flesh. He sank the length of his organ deeper 
and deeper until the blood-filled, purple head slammed solidly against the 
back wall of her vagina as his sperm-bloated testicles thwacked against her 
clitoris, sending judders of delight coursing through her quivering body. 

"Aaaannnhhh ... uuunnnhhh ... ohhhh ... yesssss..." she moaned in almost 
totally mindless ecstasy. 

With the delightful and thrilling feeling of her warmly enclosing feminine 
envelope surrounding and nibbling at the length of his pulsating penis, the 
man's slow, tender entry ceased. He wanted to fuck her solidly-he had to 
fuck her strongly. Heated animal wantonness inflamed by arousing desire 
seethed in him as he looked at this lovely dark-blonde kneeling 
subserviently in front of him, looking so much like his deceased wife. He 
plunged the length of his glistening phallus in and out of the tight chalice 
of her squeezing cunt, and the sight of its movement short-circuited any 
restraint he had inside him. 

He began pounding madly, ramming his throbbing prick in and out with 
overpowering, bone-crushing force that brought one delighted gasp after 
another from the woman as she panted out her pleasure, thoroughly inundated 
by the feeling of seething lust bubbling in her feminine vat. 

As he fucked her, Martin mentally compared this woman's cunt with that of 
his dead wife, and he had to admit, this gal not only had a pussy that was 
as tight, but one that knew how to use its muscles. It was an incredibly 
close and narrow vagina, almost as tight as a virgin's, or perhaps a young 
girl's-like his daughter's cunt. She was all velvet and warmth inside, with 
deep muscles that were working on his cock even though he had just pushed 
his stolid instrument into her. 

Because of the pressure she was exerting, the man knew if he continued 
pumping in at this rapid speed, moving the full length of his cock, he would 
climax too quickly, and possibly might not be able to satisfy her. As a 
result, he slowed his pumping and shortened his stroke just a little, 
clenching his teeth to maintain control as he thrust his cock in and out of 
her delightful oven. Each forward thrust was a pistoning of the power rod 
into her smooth feminine tunnel, letting the head bounce off her back wall. 

"Harder," she insisted. "Don't worry! I'll come with you! Just fuck it into 
me as hard as you can! Oh God! I've been waiting for a cock like this one 
all my life." 

So he began slamming into her with long, hard, almost vicious strokes, 
jolting her delectable body with the way he shoved his cock into her. His 
penis had all the accuracy of a torpedo with a guidance system slicing 
through murky waters toward its unknown target. His strong fingers dug 
brutally into the soft flesh of her rounded buttocks while he slammed the 
virilely solid organ violently into the tight clasp of her sucking 
embrasure. 

No matter how hard he slammed into her buttocks with his thighs, May met his 
every violent thrust with her writhing buttocks moving back and forth like a 
rocking horse. He bounced off her rubbery flesh repeatedly, each time 
hurling his cock back into her cunt. 

The entire being of the lovely blonde woman began to ring and reverberate 
with the burning heat of her lust. She started moaning and groaning aloud, 
letting him know how much she was appreciating this fuck he was throwing 
into her. Her face pressed into the pillows beneath and her hands rumpled 
the sheets. Faint mewls of animalistic need came pouring from her 
desire-constricted throat while the woman's beautiful face became a grimace 
of passion, her nostrils flaring like those of a wild mare. 

Martin's right hand moved as if of its own accord, slowly but carefully 
caressing the smooth whiteness of her sensually naked flesh. Shit! Except 
for his dead wife and his daughter, Martin had never encountered a woman 
with such sensuality. 

His hand moved very slowly as his long, thick cock continued skewering into 
the sodden center of her cunt, gathering up dew from the underside of the 
pussy and then rubbing it on the winking center of her sweet, tender 
ass-hole. Her buttocks gyrated all the more deliriously when he touched her 
there. He took another coating of cuntal oil and once more smeared it on the 
dimple that was her rectal opening. He repeated this action more than five 
times, making certain her ass-hole was fairly dripping with the smooth 
lubrication manufactured in the depths of her cunt. Each time her lovely 
ovoid ass-cheeks shook a bit, letting him know how much she liked being 
touched back there. 

The kneeling blonde woman was on fire now, and her need was one of lustful 
craving sending ecstatic tingles racing madly through the raw nerve-endings 
inside her wetly throbbing vaginal swamp. The man continued fucking his 
throbbing cock in and out of her narrow vaginal vestibule, enjoying her 
response each time. His sperm-bloated testicles continued taunting her 
vaginal lips in a blissful rhythm as his powerful hips smacked solidly 
against her eagerly upraised buttocks. 

She pushed backward, responding with every stroke of his, aware of his cock 
swelling and building itself to an all-time high that threatened to take 
total and complete control of her brain as well as her lushly naked kneeling 
body. This time, her mind was concentrating on one thing and one thing only. 
She had forgotten her son for the moment, forgotten why this man had 
originally come here. The fucking taking place was all that mattered. 

May was aware of a finger probing at her anus, teasing the wildly puckering 
nether hole, and it never occurred to her to resist. It felt good, really 
good. His constant caresses of her naked hips and buttocks were bringing 
shudder after shudder of wanton delight to her tantalizingly straining 
loins. Then she felt the pressure of his finger as it began pushing into her 
back tunnel. For a moment she stiffened, then realized whatever he did made 
her feel good, and she relaxed, saying, "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes! Do it! Stick 
your finger all the way into my ass-hole!" 

Martin was delighted that such a sophisticated woman, in the throes of 
wanton desire, was unafraid to use words she might not use in everyday 
conversation. 

"God! You're great!" he groaned. 

She was, too. She was superb, unbelievable, fantastic in the way she 
responded, much like his wife once used to be, and probably the way his 
daughter would respond when he fucked her. Her lusting sounds made him feel 
an all-time desire for her and his mind reeled as he rammed his middle 
finger into the tight elastic aperture, viciously slicing away at the tender 
inner rectal walls with his fingertip sawing almost sadistically into the 
hot tunnel. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until he had the whole 
length of it buried in her ass. 

"Aaaannnhhh..." she gasped. "Hurrrts. . . ohhhh ... but it's a good hurt. . 
. yessss ... yessss ... feels good ... do it ... do it..." 

The man was aware of the spongy heated inner flesh of her rectal tube, and 
it fanned the burning flames of desire within him that much higher. By God! 
There would come a time when he would fuck this woman in that passage. He 
had a feeling no other man had done so, and he liked the idea of being first 
with her somewhere. 

Without pausing, he began punching the length of his finger in and out, in 
and out, moving it in unison to the probing of his driving cock. God! This 
woman was something great, really great. 

The finger in her rectum made her aware of how sensual this man was, capable 
of arousing her in every sense of the word, making her feel sexy in every 
hole. 

"You ... uuunnnhhh ... are ... hhhaaannnhhh . fabulous. . . " he gasped, 
continuing to pound his cock into her cunt. His other hand caressed the 
rounded swells of her delightful buttocks. He did it in such a gentle way 
that her puckered anus thrilled to the sawing of his finger, and as a result 
the thrills inside her were enhanced even more. Delightful sensations filled 
her and thrilled her, spreading outward from her twin orifices. The lewdness 
of her tantalizing position seemed to enhance the feelings too, for no man 
had ever fucked her using this position before. May concentrated on the 
driving forces at work in her body, and as a result enjoyed it all the more. 

The dark-haired TV executive knew the woman was responding more strongly to 
what he was doing than to any other man she had ever known, and at the same 
time she was the most sensual living female he knew. He was going to fuck 
her so thoroughly, from now on she would only think of him. 

Marriage was not yet on his mind, but he did have it on the brain to make 
this woman one of two females he intended constantly fucking in the future. 
The other was going to be Beth, his daughter. 

His left hand snaked around the side of her body, fingers reaching for and 
finally finding the little nubbin of pleasure built into her at the apex of 
her inner labia. With this thumb and forefinger, he rolled the little 
penis-like organ around and around, massaging it back and forth, bringing 
hoarse, guttural, uncontrollable cries from the lovely woman's throat. 
Encouraged by this, he thrust the probing middle finger of his right hand 
once again into the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum while his cock 
continued slamming into the narrow closure of her crushing cunt. 

" Aaaannnggghhh ... hhhuuunnnggghhhh ... ggghhhaaannnggghhh ... so good ... 
so good. Oh God . . .it feels so wonderfulllll!! ! " 

That was when May lost all control of herself. She began writhing insanely, 
twisting and jerking and gasping in total and complete abandonment because 
of the way he was filling her with thrills. 

She felt the way Martin was fondling her hair-lined vagina, and her 
vellicating little clitoris throbbed all the more rapidly. He continued 
playing there with his fingers until he was certain that if he didn't stop 
she would go out of her mind with sheer delight. Her widening vaginal lips 
seemed to gape in greedy need as they continually swallowed the entire 
length of his rigidly thick prick. The male organ continued slamming its way 
in and out of her, the head of his cock touching the mouth of her womb each 
time it slid past to slam into her backwall. It caused a feeling of 
exquisite enjoyment, amplified all the more by the pressure of his 
outstretched finger digging into her anal tunnel. 

Oh God! May thought. It all feels so fantastic! God, does it feel good! 

What still amazed her was the easy way she and Martin had become so involved 
with one another. Usually she dated men two or three times before finally 
allowing them to have anything to do with her in a physical sense. 

May gasped as Martin began quickening his hard-driving thrusts into the taut 
narrowness of her vagina. The penis sank in, hot and deep, pulsating all the 
while, and the sweet torment caused her to thrash about madly like an insane 
woman, her rump slamming back against him. His finger slid from her rectum 
with a loud hissing noise, the loss making her feel something was now 
definitely missing. He needed his two hands to grip her slender womanly hips 
in order to pull her all the more solidly against him, his thighs battering 
against her rounded buttocks with overpowering strength. He spread her 
weakly trembling loins even farther apart, almost unbalancing her as he 
tried for even greater access to her already wide-split vagina, his knifing 
thrusts slamming into the depths of her quivering belly. 

The handsome TV executive and the shamelessly aroused blonde divorcee were 
all too enveloped in their all-consuming desire to hear the front door 
opening, downstairs. Uncertain steps climbed the stairs and moved down the 
hall toward one of the bedrooms. The feet stopped, hearing sounds, and 
turned toward the master bedroom. Then the door was being opened and a pair 
of hazel eyes were staring inside, looking at the salaciously entwined 
nakedness. 

Morey had kept his word and hadn't fucked Beth, even though Beth had pleaded 
with him. But here was Beth's father, doing to his mother what he had 
promised not to do to the man's daughter. Not that Morey wanted to deny his 
mother the needs for which her body cried out. But it seemed ludicrous that 
a man would extract a promise from him, and then go and "get even with him" 
by fucking his mother. It just didn't seem right. 

The lascivious moans coming from his mother's throat caused goose bumps to 
rise on his skin. 

"Hhhaaannnggghhh ... ooohhh ... harder ... Martin ... harder ... fuck me 
harder ... deeper ... don't stop ... keep on doing it..." 

His mother's obscene plea had the weirdest effect on him. For the first time 
he was looking at his mother not as a mother, but as a female. Her body, 
sack with sweat with her tits dangling beneath her looked more voluptuous 
and lovely than any of those other chicks he had been fucking, in school. In 
fact, except for the size of his mother's breasts, the way she looked at 
present reminded him of Beth, and as a result he felt a tingling in his 
groin. 

He stared at his mother's nakedly squirming buttocks, the ivory whiteness of 
her lovely ass-cheeks pressing back into the solid thighs of the man who was 
his girl-friend's father. From this angle he was able to see Martin's hard 
and throbbing penis plunging in and out of his mother's hair-lined slit, and 
it was obvious the both adults were totally oblivious to everything and 
anything taking place around them. 

Though he wouldn't have denied his mother the right to this pleasure for 
anything, the boy felt inwardly hurt, as if his should have been the cock 
fucking the woman on the bed instead of the man who was doing the job. 
Undeniable fingers of obscene desire filled him, spreading out of control 
from his loins. His eyes were glued to his mother's succulent pink pussy, 
and once again his penis throbbed, letting him know just how much he ached 
to fuck his own mother. 

"I'm ... uuunnnhhh ... ready to come..." he heard Martin gasp. "How about 
you, honey?" 

"Yes, oh yes, I'm all set," May gasped. 

The boy knew his interfering at this moment would only cause a strong rift 
between his mother and himself, and might lose him Beth as well. Common 
sense told him the only thing to do was to leave. But he was no longer bound 
by his promise not to fuck Beth. Hell! If her old man was boffing his mom, 
there was no reason why he shouldn't be slipping it to the young girl. 

As he backed out and shut the door, he realized, much as he wanted to fuck 
Beth, he also wanted to fuck his own mother. God! There was something so 
exciting about the sight of her cunt. He would have given anything to be the 
one fucking her. 

Going to his room, he lay down, his hard cock throbbing in his pants. At the 
moment he was confused and didn't know what to think. 

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Martin was continuing to plunge into the 
tight depths of the delighted May Carson. He felt the tingling sperm 
stirring in his dangling testicles, and soon the final explosion would send 
all the little tadpoles into the tight center of this delightful woman. Wave 
after wave of thrilling excitement charged through him, shooting up from his 
expanding penile head. 

"Aaaannnhhh ... onnnnhhhh ... yesss ... hhhaaannnhhh ... fuck..." the lovely 
blonde divorcee gasped, chanting deep in her throat. "Fuck me hard, honey 
... really hard ... don't stop ... fuck ... fuck ... I need this ... I 
really need this ... ohhhh ... yesss ... yesss ... don't stop ... don't stop 
... don't stop ... please..." 

Martin didn't stop. He continued pounding into her narrow tightness, 
thrusting his cock ever deeper. The woman's face became a mask of 
unrecognizable lust as wild passion filled her. Then she was there. 

"COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG... 

YYYAAAGGGHHH ... HHHUUUNNN-G G G H H H 

EEEYYYAAAIIIYYY A A AGGGHHH ... GGGHHHAAANNNGGHH!" 

He withdrew his burgeoning penis until only the corona was locked behind her 
inner lips as her tunnel wildly convulsed and shuddered, blasting hot 
flashes of oil at his groin. Then he slammed his hips forward, burying the 
entire length of his long, solid penis into the shuddering depths of the 
heatedly rippling vagina located between this fantastic woman's seething 
thighs. 

May was delighted, responding with a joyous grunt of thrilled rapture, her 
throat gurgling with distorted and unintelligible sounds. She jerked and 
bucked herself uncontrollably, totally absorbed in the overwhelming throes 
of her own orgasm. At the same time she was aware of the hotly throbbing 
cock within her beginning to expand, and she knew the man was about to spew 
his formidable load of semen into her burning vagina. Her convulsing vaginal 
passage squeezed the cock all the more tightly. 

" YYYEEEAAANNNGGGHHH ... H H H A A A N N N G G G H H H H ... 
GGGHHHAAARRRNNNGGGHHH ... COMMMIIINNNGGG ... OOOHHH!" he gasped, and with a 
single final thrust all the way into her cunt, he felt his buried cock begin 
spurting, flushing her pussy with its juices as it spread the white oils 
into the seething depths of her sucking cunt. His cock pumped and squirted 
and fired blast after blast of seething semen into the warmly milking sheath 
of her taut and tender vagina. 

The young blonde divorcee was strongly aware of the strength of his 
spermatic shots, as well as the heat being generated within her because of 
the fluid. She squeezed tightly with her inner muscles as his thick pole of 
masculine hardness continued spurting into her narrow cunt from behind. 

The pair held their lasciviously kneeling position for a while, and then the 
trembling blonde's thighs went limp and she collapsed on top of the bed. As 
she did so, she pulled her cunt from the bubble-firing cock, and the last 
few dribblings were all over her buttocks. 

Exhausted but delightfully satisfied beyond belief, the beautiful woman lay 
there, her eyes shut with ecstasy. Martin sprawled beside her, kissing her 
neck and holding her tight for more than a half hour. It felt good to her, 
knowing a man didn't want to fuck and run. But eventually he had to get up, 
get dressed, and leave. God! It felt good. May felt wonderful. Even more 
wonderful had been his promise to meet her tomorrow evening. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When she got up to go to the bathroom, May Carson noticed the light coming 
from beneath the door in her son's room. She wasn't a stupid woman and knew 
if the boy had been home long enough, he had certainly overheard what had 
gone on between Martin Conebar and herself. She was worried, but took the 
time to clean herself up. On her way back, she opened Morey's door and saw 
the youth lying sullenly on his bed, still fully dressed. 

"I didn't expect you home so early," she said to him. 

"Why not?" he asked in a surly voice. "Don't I usually get home a lot 
earlier?" 

"Well, yes, but I had been led to believe..." 

"That I was taking someone out so the coast would be clear for you to get 
your ass screwed off," he all but yelled. 

"Morey, I'm your mother and I won't stand for that," she insisted. 

"Anyone but him," Morey answered. "Jeez! I know why he came over. First he 
wants you to tell me to keep my hands off his kid. But it's all right for 
him to screw you, isn't it?" 

"Morey," she gasped, blushing. "You're being insolent." 

"Hell, Ma, it wouldn't have bothered me if it'd been anyone but him. I know 
you got feelings and you gotta do things-but not with him." 

"You know," she told the boy. "I shouldn't admit this to you, but the only 
reason why I did give in to him was because he reminded me so much of you." 

"Well, heck, you know if you wanted it from me that bad, all you hadda do 
was say so. Come on, Ma. By now you must know I have the hots for you." 

"Morey! You know it isn't right, something like that." 

"Why isn't it right?" the boy asked. "I mean, you had your tubes tied right 
after I was born, so you ain't gonna have no more kids. So tell me, what's 
wrong with you and me doing it?" 

"It. . . just isn't right," his mother insisted. 

"Sure it's right," the boy insisted. "I mean, don't you love me?" 

"Of course I do," she replied. 

"Well, I love you," he told her, and he was suddenly pulling off his 
clothing. 

"Morey, don't. . . " the mother gasped. 

"Shit, Ma! If I went ahead and started it all," he told her, down to his 
undershorts, "you would always hold it against yourself that I attacked you 
because your body provoked me. I think we gotta understand each other. I 
mean, I wanna fuck you, and from the look in your eyes, I'll bet you want me 
to." 

"No!" she insisted, backing away. 

The boy remained where he was, on the bed. She saw he wasn't about to chase 
her, and her heart suddenly felt very sad. She realized, deep down, that she 
wanted him to chase her. He was right. For years she'd had a secret yearning 
to be fucked by her own son, but she hadn't let it happen because social 
mores insisted it was wrong. 

"I ain't gonna go after you, Mom," the boy said. "Somehow, I think we both 
know we have the hots for each other. I'll bet even after the solid fucking 
Beth's old man gave you, you still feel like more, especially if it comes 
from me." 

"Morey..." she gasped. 

"Come on, Ma," he said to her. "You come back over here and you face the 
fact that you wanna be screwed by me as much as I wanna slip it to you." 

God help her, but what he was saying was true. She did want her son to fuck 
her. He was right about it being impossible for her to conceive. Then why in 
heaven's name shouldn't she indulge herself with the boy? What she had doing 
with Martin Conebar might last, or it might die. Either way, there was 
nothing wrong with her keeping her son as a lover, as well. He had admitted 
wanting it. Now she was admitting to herself that she wanted it, too. 

"I swear," she said, moving closer to the bed, almost mesmerized by the 
bulge in his undershorts, "if you ever say anything to anyone..." 

"That would be stupid of me," he insisted, sweating a little now, suddenly 
realizing that though he had wanted it, the prospect of it finally coming 
true was almost unbelievable. He was going to fuck his own mother! 

She sat on the bed and dipped her hand into his undershorts, pulling his 
penis out. She was wearing a pink nightgown, and her son wasted no time 
hoisting it above her waist and staring at the perfection of her. She pulled 
the nightgown off, then once again gripped his cock and squeezed it. It was 
hot, and she was amazed at how long and thick it was for his age. Granted, 
it wasn't quite the instrument attached to Martin, but it was still one 
helluva penis. Most important, it was her penis-to do with as she wished. 

The boy stared at his mother's body, unable to believe how firm and young 
she still looked. Her flesh was taut, unwrinkled, and her full breasts stood 
up firmly. She was breathing heavily through her nostrils as her hand 
stroked his cock with a slow, maddening rhythm, making him aware for the 
first time what it was like to be with a woman who truly had expertise at 
this. 

The boy was aware of his penis throbbing insanely in his mother's hand as 
she continued stroking the length of it, her hand cadently moving up and 
down. He looked at her with half-closed eyes, realizing his own breath was 
burning in his lungs. He had to have his mother. She was the single most 
desirable female he had ever known, and by now he had known a lot of women. 
Perhaps Beth came closest to his mother in desirability, but even thinking 
of Beth did nothing to lessen his desire for his mother. 

May said nothing. At this point action spoke a lot louder than words. She 
smiled at her son, then leaned forward and down, her dark-blonde hair 
falling forward around her lovely face, concealing it from the boy. Though 
unable to see, he was able to feel, and he knew when her wet, pink tongue 
came licking out, flicking over the head of his shuddering, rubbery cock. He 
jerked on his bed, hoisting his ass and slamming his penis at her. 

May brushed her hair from the side of her face. She knew half the thrill the 
boy would feel had to do with seeing as well as feeling. As a result, when 
he looked down, he saw his mom's head ramrodding itself up and down, her 
mouth sucking voraciously on the tubular length of his throbbing penis. His 
balls were swelling and his scrotum was tightening, increasing the pressure 
between his thighs. 

With a groan, the young boy reached out and tangled his fingers in his 
mother's hair, coiling strands around his fingers, tugging and pulling, then 
pushing as his hips lasciviously pumped into the warmth of wet heat that 
lubricated his cock. He moaned with delight seeing the curving spine of his 
mother moving up and down with her head, her ass bobbing in opposition to 
that head. All the while chilling delight continued invading his body. 

His mother didn't know why, but she was enjoying herself. She had sucked a 
few cocks in her time, though never her husband's, and she had to admit she 
was enjoying her son's most of all. There was no feeling of shame in her, no 
sorrow at having given in to this. She tasted her son's flesh and now felt 
sorrow for only one thing: that she hadn't had the courage to initiate 
something like this herself, earlier. Her mouth slurped up and down the 
rigid length of penile flesh, and she sucked more and more strongly. 

Then, without warning, she let the penis slip from between her compressing 
lips, her hand gripping it as she squeezed the organ and pumped it a few 
times, adding to the thrills invading her son's body, and intensifying the 
heat once more filling her own. Then she leaned over and kissed her son full 
on the mouth, letting her tongue invade his oral cave, allowing him to taste 
his own penile flesh and oily seepage. 

Standing, she moved near him, letting him see the dark blonde bush above her 
throbbing pink cunt lips. The curl of triangular hair made her son pant with 
want for her. 

Climbing onto the bed, she threw a leg across his body, straddling his 
waist, letting her wet and slippery pussy rub against his belly. The feel of 
his penis rubbing against her buttocks made desire sear its way through her 
all the more vibrantly. 

May leaned forward a little and allowed her breasts to dangle above her 
son's lips. At the same time she hunkered backward, pushing her cunt back to 
let it press on top of his penis. 

Morey felt close to having a premature ejaculation, and it would be the 
strongest one he'd ever had in his life. He was with his own mother, and 
what in life was more delightful? 

For a moment his mind wandered to Beth. But thinking of her didn't turn him 
off his mother. On the contrary, he wished he had Beth here so that both she 
and his mother would play with him and fondle him. 

As far as he was concerned, Morey felt himself one up on Martin Conebar. 
After all, he had fucked Conebar's daughter, and Conebar had fucked his 
mother. Now he was fucking his own mother, but it never occurred to him that 
Martin Conebar might be fucking Beth. 

Wild jubilation blasted through him as he looked down the length of his body 
and saw his mother, her thighs widely spread, her cunt clearly visible as 
she reached down with one hand to hold the cock in place. Then she lifted 
herself up, and her cunt seemed to fold under her as it aimed its center 
straight down, pointing at the spear-like stanchion of penis below it. 
Slowly she began lowering herself onto it, and he saw her vaginal lips part 
and swallow the teeming tip of his penis. She rotated her cunt around and 
around, and the vulva sucked and nursed on his cock-head, sending waves of 
electricity sizzling through his shuddering body. 

The boy was aware of his buttocks tensing and his entire body stiffening 
like a board, tingling as his mother very, very slowly and tantalizingly 
lowered herself onto his throbbing penis, widening her thighs as she came 
lower, letting the organ slide higher and higher until her vaginal lips were 
kissing his hairy peivis and he knew the entire length of his young cock was 
locked inside her. She remained squatting over him, her thighs pressing 
against his hips, her tongue tucked lasciviously into one corner of her 
mouth as she dug her knees into the mattress to keep her weight off him. 

She was fully astride him now, completely naked, her white body gleaming in 
the light of the small lamp he had on near his bed. He gasped as she began 
rotating and undulating her lovely body around the upstanding pillar buried 
to the hilt in the fiery depths of her vaginal vault. She was tightly 
constricting her inner labial muscles, making the softly nibbling vulva 
tense itself as her tunnel tightened spasmodically around the throbbing 
shaft. 

May began her up-and-down movement now, her body keeping a slow, tantalizing 
beat as her hands caressed her son's throat, then moved to his shoulders, 
and finally roamed over the smoothness of his young chest. She rose and fell 
over the spread-eagled body of her son, making him sigh over and over. 

This was his mother, his darling, lovely mother, and she was the one doing 
the fucking. Imagine-all these years she had harbored just as much of a 
secret wish to be fucked by him as he had to fuck her. God! He loved it, he 
loved every bit of it! 

This was something they both wanted to last a long time, but it was their 
first fuck, and something over which neither had any control. As a result, 
May found herself coming. 

"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAIIIIIII EEA AAGGGHHHGGGHHH!" she shrieked, tightening her 
cuntwalls around his cock, and as a result, literally squeezing his orgasm 
from him as he bellowed and blasted his sperm into her. His hands gripped 
her rounded buttocks and he knew he wouldn't be content with just once. 
There had to be more. 

Later that night there was one more and then they fell asleep in one 
another's arms. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Martin had taken to playing sex games with his daughter. Beth enjoyed it as 
much as he, and she fell in with whatever he wanted. 

It was Saturday, and she was lying in bed, wondering why her father had not 
come to her the previous night. Morey had refused to become sexually 
involved with her, telling her he had promised her father that he wouldn't 
do it with her again because he wanted to go on seeing her. But this hadn't 
assuaged the need she was feeling for a good cock. Beth had fully expected 
that her father would fuck her when he came home, but when he did so, he 
went to his own room and straight to bed. 

Beth had slept fitfully, and when she finally did have a lengthy doze, the 
sun was already up. So she was surprised to see the clock read after 
ten-thirty when her father walked into her bedroom. 

"Morning," he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. He was wearing pajama 
pants, and nothing else. 

"Hi, Daddy," she greeted. "Where were you last night?" 

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," he laughed. 

"Have you been with some other woman?" she asked. 

"One thing you have to learn is not to ask foolish questions, dear young 
girl," he snapped at her. "Now I'm going to have to punish you by initiating 
another part of your body." 

Beth had been all set to mean-mouth him, but the moment he grabbed her and 
turned her on her belly, hoisting her to her knees as he tugged down her 
panties, she found herself unable to do anything other than fall in with the 
spirit of the game he was playing. She began cringing as if she were afraid, 
screaming out of mock-fright more than anything else-fright of the unknown 
because he had said something about initiating a different part of her body, 
and she had no idea what he meant. He had used her cunt and he had used her 
mouth. She wondered if he intended causing her some kind of pain. Even that 
made her feel warm inside, causing the momentary fear to dissolve. Yes, it 
would be nice for her daddy to beat her buttocks. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked. 

"I'm going to fuck you in that tight little virgin ass of yours, darling," 
he told her. 

When she tried picking up her head, he gently but firmly pushed her face 
back into the pillow beneath her while his hand around her waist made 
certain her buttocks were hoisted high in the air. His words rang in her 
ears, and she decided yes, yes, that would probably be a lot of fun. Oh she 
knew her ass-hole was tight and small, but if her daddy wanted to fuck her 
back there, it meant that she would be able to stretch there, just as she 
had stretched vaginally to accept that monstrous cock of his. 

"Okay, Daddy," she sighed. "You do that! You fuck me in the ass. Let me 
discover what it feels like to take your cock back there." 

As if to show him she was encouraging him, she reached back with both hands 
and pulled the lovely white globes of her buttocks apart. Now her anal 
pucker was clearly visible to him. 

Inwardly she was trembling, knowing this had to hurt-at least the first 
time, but she had enough confidence in her father to believe he would never 
do anything to her that would sustain any kind of real damage. 

To Martin, it looked as if his daughter's ass-hole was throbbing and letting 
him know it wanted to have his cock inside. Yes, she was very much like her 
mother, and he intended enjoying her to the utmost. Hell! That ass-hole of 
hers looked so deliciously tight, he was afraid he'd shoot his wad before he 
got his cock all the way in. 

Too, the provocative way her hands were pulling her ass-cheeks apart had him 
aching with desire for her. Seeing this excited him to such a frenzy he 
thought how glad he was he had forced her into sucking him off two days 
earlier. 

Blood began racing wildly through his shuddering body, moving madly through 
his veins as if aching to be in the veins nearest his cock to witness the 
proceedings about to take place. As a result, his cock grew to an even 
greater size than before. 

Spitting on one finger, he placed the tip of it against the rectal pucker, 
massaging the little brown prune-like flesh. Then he thrust the finger deep 
inside her. 

"Oooonnnhhhuuunnnhhhh!" the beautiful young girl gasped, the sound coming 
from the depths of her lovely chest because of the pain she felt at the 
sudden forced entry of the finger. But her ass-hole quickly accustomed 
itself to the digital invasion, and a warm sensation began building in her 
as he worked his finger around and around, inside. Little by little the 
finger pushed deeper and deeper into her rectum, bringing with each thrust 
new excitement. 

Her belly jerked at the prospect of having her ass-hole fucked, and her 
wantonly round, tiny buttocks rotated again and again. Beth began whimpering 
with desire as heatedly building sensations enlarged in her brain and then 
slithered down her spine to meet with the finger probing her rectum. Little 
by little she began rotating her ass-hole around the probing digit, thinking 
there would surely be much more pain when he finally shoved his massive cock 
into that narrow entryway. But for the moment the young girl enjoyed the 
mounting urgency in the depths of her shuddering womb. Her juices began 
flowing heavily again, flooding her vaginal tunnel, making her aware of 
nerve-ending connections between her rectum and her hotly seething little 
cunt. 

Staring at his finger as it continually sawed in and out of his loving 
daughter s hot, rubbery little rectal opening, the handsome man felt such an 
overpowering, mounting feeling of thrills and excitement in his loins that 
he decided not to put off the impalement of her rectum by his throbbing cock 
another moment. He was anxious to feel the pressure of her tight, rubbery 
rectal channel as it closed around his driving cock, so he pulled his finger 
from her ass-hole. It came out with a soft popping sound. 

His cock was as hard as a steel bar, the thick purple tip pulsating as he 
pressed his knees into the bed and leaned forward. He used both hands, 
digging his fingertips into the soft and resilient tenderness of her rectal 
flesh, spreading her twin cheeks wide apart, arching his hips forward until 
the swollen lilac head of his hard cock made light contact with the tiny 
pucker of his daughter's elastic ring. He was going to drive the full length 
of his penile pole into the narrow crush of her ass-hole. 

Beth, remembering how much pain she had endured to lose her virginity, when 
a slightly more slender cock had plumbed a wider tunnel, was certain she was 
going to feel agony now. It would come at any moment, and her heart started 
pounding, though more from anxiety than fear. She was well aware of the 
bulbous head of her father's throbbing prick resting against her ass-hole, 
and she knew she was going to be hopelessly skewered by the throbbing pole. 
She kept reassuring herself that it was all going to be all right. The pain 
would only be momentary. She kept telling herself that when the agony was 
over, pure rapture was all that would remain. If not, her father would not 
insist on doing this to her. He would make her climax as she had never come 
before. It was going to be really something. 

Earlier that morning, before he had walked into his daughter's bedroom, 
Martin had poked his head outside his front door to bring in the morning 
paper. Since it was June, and the weather was balmy, rather than close the 
front door, he had shut the screen door, locking it, but totally unaware 
that the latch hadn't caught. On top of that, the button on his front 
doorbell had fallen off the previous winter, and as a result, anyone wanting 
to get the attention of someone in the house, would normally have to knock 
on the door. 

Morey Carson wanted to spend the entire weekend with Beth. Knowing her 
father was fucking his mother convinced him there was nothing wrong with his 
doing the same thing to Martin's daughter, especially since he and Beth 
enjoyed it so much. Hell! He had loved being fucked by his mother the 
previous night, but he wanted to enjoy Beth's younger, tighter cunt, as 
well. 

Arriving at the Conebar house, he saw the front door open and when he 
touched the screen door handle, he saw the door was also open. Because 
Martin had locked the handle without shutting the door tight, it was 
impossible to lock the door now. 

Morey opened the screen door and knocked timidly at the front door. But Beth 
and her father were so preoccupied, and the bedroom door was shut, so 
neither of them heard the knock. 

Morey's mother had given him a present for his upcoming birthday. It was a 
new Polaroid instant movie camera. He had brought it with him to show it to 
Beth. Anxious to see her, he walked into the house, noting how quiet 
everything seemed. He walked through the living room and looked into the 
dining room and kitchen. No one. Then he saw the corridor leading to the 
bedrooms, and only one door was closed. 

Though he had gone through a near traumatic experience seeing his mother 
being fucked the previous evening, it never occurred to Morey the same thing 
was happening right now in Beth's bedroom. He walked over, gripped the knob, 
turned it, and inched the door inward in case she might be dressing and not 
want to be disturbed. The car had been parked in the garage, and Morey, not 
seeing it outside, had assumed Martin wasn't home. 

Looking into Beth's bedroom, he found himself rooted to the spot. Jesus! The 
horny sonofabitch was fucking his own daughter! He was just as bad as he was 
with his mom. So! Both men were fucking both women, only he knew if Martin 
found out he was screwing his own mother, Martin might play the righteous 
hypocrite and want nothing more to do with his mom and himself. Well, the 
time had come for him to end the hypocrisy, and his new birthday present was 
just the gizmo to do it. He knew neither of the other two were aware of his 
presence, and lifting the camera, he aimed it and began shooting instant 
movies. 

Inside, Martin was pushing steadily forward with his throbbing cock, feeling 
the sweet resistance of his daughter's tiny, starred anus against his 
unnatural assault. He pressed forward all the harder, feeling shudders stir 
in his throbbing balls. God! She was tight! 

Then, as if by some sort of magic, her hole allowed itself to relax a 
little, and the huge, thick head of his mighty wand popped into her anal 
tunnel. He shoved, and her elastic ring closed around his corona, rolling 
over the head like a tight band of elastic. 

"Oooonnnggghhh ... Daddddyyyy..." the beautiful Beth gasped, feeling a kind 
of pain, doing her best to close her mind to it as a violent shudder of 
agony almost ripped through her quaking little girlish body. 

Martin ignored her cry, and with a brutal forward thrust, he drove the spike 
of his hard cock all the way inside her, shoving it so deep, Beth was 
certain her father had cut her into two separate pieces. She tried jerking 
forward in the hope of being able to pull away from him. Her face pushed 
itself all the harder into the pillow, but her father was gripping her 
tightly by the hips and there was no hope of escape. His thrusting was cruel 
and consistent. 

"Aaaannnhhh ... hhhaaauuunnnhhh ... ggghhhaaannnggghhh ... Daddddyyyyy ... 
it hurrrtssss..." the lovely dark blonde girl hissed feeling agonizing pain. 

Martin continued powering his penis deeper and deeper into the narrow rectal 
vent. All the while he stared, his eyes wide open, seeing the tremendously 
stretched anal opening cling voraciously around his blood-bloated phallic 
lance. In spite of his daughter's screaming pleas for mercy, he shoved his 
cock that much deeper into the delightfully forbidding warmth of her tightly 
resisting anus. 

"Huuu-uuunnnhhh!" she groaned out loud each time he sank yet another 
agonizing inch of his pain-causing cock into the hotly forbidden depths of 
her anus. God! The tight resistance of her ass was really fabulous. 

The pain was more overpowering than she had ever imagined it might be, and 
for the moment she was sorry she had begged him to do it to her back there 
when he had initially revealed his intention. She felt as if she were being 
impaled on a white-hot length of steel, and once it went all the way into 
her, it would come out her mouth, and then she would be put on a roasting 
spit and rotated until she was medium rare. 

"Once more, sweetheart," the handsome father said to his lovely brown-eyed 
daughter, and with a single final savage thrust, the rubbery walls of the 
helpless young girl's narrow ass-hole found itself widening and expanding 
before the invasion of the cock, until finally, every last inch of his 
broadly expanding penis was buried to the seething depths in the heated 
clutch between her ass-cheeks. 

"Ghhhaaauuunnnggghhh! Dadddddyyyyy! Owwwww! That hurts! That hurts! Please, 
Daddy, take it out, take it out, I can't STAND it!" 

Her cries were abruptly cut off when she felt her father's flat thigh-fronts 
smash into the small roundnesses of her buttocks, flattening them with a 
maddening thud. Her entire inner being felt overwhelmed with some kind of 
agony, but even now she realized it was less than the pain she had felt when 
he had initially forced the head between the muscle rings of her sphincter. 
Her back tunnel was a searing flare because of the heat of his cruelly 
unnatural entry, but now, in an overpowering fit of masochistic fury, the 
lovely little girl began humping her ass-cheeks back. The pain continued 
gradually wearing away, and in its place was the rapid mounting of thrills 
she had experienced each time her father had fucked her cunt. Her anal 
passage widened little by little, accustoming itself to the great monster 
embedded inside. God! It was good! 

Beth squirmed her buttocks in tiny little lascivious rotations, as if trying 
to once again recapture the pain that had led to this wonderful thrill, 
thinking it might enhance the pleasure that much more. But the pain refused 
to reignite. 

Instead, she found herself slowly being overcome with a continual mounting 
lust, making her realize this kind of fucking was just as enjoyable as the 
other kind. Her father's throbbingly swollen phallus was continually 
pounding itself in and out, and she was enjoying the licentiously bestial 
sodomizing of her private, secret, back passageway. Beth twisted her lovely 
head from side to side, seeing nothing, but feeling more and more the wonder 
of his cock. She buffeted her lovely ass-cheeks straight back, slamming them 
against her father's groin, feeling his balls slap against the lips of her 
cunt and enhance the enjoyment for herself. His belly was smacking against 
the lower part of her spine, and the head of his cock was seemingly digging 
all the way into her large intestine. 

"Yes, Dadddyyyy ... yes, yes, yes ... do it! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! 
Keep fucking meeee ... yesssss ... aaannnhhh..." 

The lovely little blonde slammed back with all her might, moving her body in 
rhythm with the way her father was pounding into the narrow tightness of her 
little rectum. Martin was fucking all the more solidly into his daughter's 
narrow ass-hole as she pleaded, awed by her lewd begging. His balls were 
once more bloated with sperm, and he knew it was only a matter of moments 
before the stuff was spewing into his daughter's rear end. God! She was some 
sensuous little cunt, all right! The guy who ended up marrying her would get 
the greatest little piece of ass around. Hell! If that Carson boy had any 
sense, he would be the one to marry Beth, say in about five or six years. 
Then Martin would still be able to grab a piece of his daughter now and 
again. She had her mother's hot blood in her, did this one. 

For a while he had really been afraid he might mar her psychologically by 
doing this, but now all his fears had disappeared. He knew she wanted 
nothing more than a good solid fuck, no matter which hole was used. Probably 
the only way to keep her from chasing after that Carson kid was to see to it 
he gave her a good solid fill of prick at least once every day. He wondered 
if he would have enough to handle both, Beth, and May Carson, because he 
sure as hell hadn't seen the end of that fantastic female. 

The more he thought about it, the more Martin Conebar liked the idea of 
possibly hooking up with May Carson ... assuming she was willing. Then he 
would have both, May and his daughter near at hand. Even more interesting 
was the possibility of his getting the two women to accept one another, so 
he'd be able to have his menage-a-trois. 

He stared down at the way his throbbing cock was moving in and out of the 
tight, rubbery depths of his daughter's rectum, and each time he plunged 
forward, her now anxiously writhing buttocks seemed to consume his entire 
penile length. Her breasts were dancing obscenely and excitedly, small, 
hardly moving, yet the nipples bouncing just enough because of the buffeting 
she was receiving. Beth continued squirming and wriggling with every vibrant 
thrust of her father's pounding petard. She gasped when her father all but 
clawed at the white moons of her wetly perspiring buttocks while ramming 
into her like some kind of rampaging bull. 

"Ahhhh ... yessss. . . that feels good, daddy ... keep on doing it ... fuck 
me back there ... fuck me back there ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck..." the 
young girl cried out. 

Beth knew she was about to hit a peak. It was amazing, but the prick in her 
ass was driving-her toward orgasm. It would be one of the highest pinnacles 
of pleasure she would ever feel, and she was aware of her belly jerking and 
twitching, the muscles sputtering and tugging like some engine sputtering as 
it was about to start. 

The sheer lasciviousness of his lovely daughter's helplessly kneeling 
position beneath the driving length of his steam-drilling cock caused the 
man to slam into her with even greater frenzy, the lust mounting ever higher 
as he became aware of the impossibility of holding back the churning semen 
in his urethral tube. 

" Y Y Y Y Y W WW W WA AAAANNNNGGGHHH! AAANNNGGGHHH! WWW A AAGGGH HH!" he 
bellowed as the sperm continued racing through his penis while he shoved the 
organ forward so the entire length was totally buried in the narrow confines 
of her ass. Hot liquid exploded from him and splashed through her rectum. 

"EEEYYYAAAIIIEEE ... YYYEEEAAAIII ... H H H AAAIIIY Y YEEE AAAIII ... EEEYY 
Y A AAGGGHHHAAAIII!" the lovely young girl shrieked as the liquid came 
burning into her intestines, setting her off, shooting into her belly, and 
seemingly reaching into her lungs. Her breasts, so small, suddenly seemed to 
expand for just a moment, as if they would burst like balloons, then they 
deflated again, only they were just the littlest bit bigger now than they 
had been, earlier. 

Her ass-hole squeezed tightly around her father's cock, crushing it with 
such strength, the blood was unable to recede from the sacs within, and as a 
result, the penis remained hard to the point of pain. She clenched her 
ass-cheeks more and more tightly together, and now it was Martin's turn to 
feel pain. He endured it silently, knowing he had caused his little girl 
enough agony already. 

Finally she relaxed, unclenching her ass-cheeks. The blood siphoned out of 
his cock back into the rest of his body, and the penis deflated. It pulled 
out with a loud thwopl 

Beth lay on the bed, unable to move for the moment, and her father lay 
beside her, both facing away from the door. Neither was aware it was 
closing. 

On the other side of the door, Morey smiled, stroking the camera he held as 
he silently walked down the stairs and out of the house. He made certain 
that when he closed the screen door this time, it locked. Then he walked 
back to his house. 

He was somewhat confused. Should he be angry because Martin Conebar was so 
intent on plumbing all the holes he, himself, had coveted? Anger would serve 
no purpose. But then abstention would serve no purpose, either. Little by 
little he began thinking the way Martin had been thinking, and he knew now 
that if he maneuvered the man into marrying his mother, all four of them 
would live in the same house. He and Martin would take turns with both 
women, though Martin wasn't aware of it ... yet. However, with his little 
instant Polaroid projector, he intended making certain Martin learned about 
it soon enough. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Having just witnessed what Martin had done with his daughter, Morey Carson 
found himself hornier than ever. Since Beth was obviously in no shape for 
sexual gymnastics, Morey decided his best bet would be to go back and fuck 
his mother. But when he got home, he found his mother had taken the family 
station wagon and had gone out shopping. Sighing, he decided to wait. 

Morey would have been able to have his choice of just about any girl who 
lived nearby. More than one had stated outright that she would have been 
willing, but Morey was the kind of guy who sex had to mean something more 
than a simple fuck. As of now, his mother and Beth were the only two females 
he really felt something for in a strong way. 

He waited for more than an hour, and when his mother finally did return with 
the groceries, he helped her carry the bags into the house and then helped 
her put everything away. 

"Now," she told him, "I think I should get on with the housecleaning." 

"I think the housecleaning should wait," the boy said, putting an arm around 
his mother. "Right now, I'm in the mood for a little more fun. Since we're 
all alone and no one is going to disturb us for a while, what say we play a 
little." 

May was no longer able to refuse her son, especially since he was the best 
lay she'd ever had-with the possible exception of Martin Conebar. Martin 
wouldn't be by until later, and she wanted as much fucking as possible now 
that she had come to discover how fantastic it was with someone who meant 
something to her. 

"All right," she sighed. "Let's go up to the bedroom." 

She turned and walked up the stairs with Morey behind her. 

Beth had never seen Morey's home from the inside. After taking a long shower 
and washing her father's sperm from her rectum, she decided she wanted to 
spend as much of the day with Morey as he would allow. Right now, her sexual 
desires had been assuaged by her father, and she was still convinced Morey 
would refuse her if she came on to him. Eventually she would break him down 
again, if he let her hang around long enough. But the only way to do that 
was to start hanging around right now. 

Wearing tight blue cut-offs and her usual white blouse, her feet covered by 
sandals, the lovely young girl skipped over to Morey's house. She knew 
someone was home because the station wagon was parked in the driveway and 
the garage door was open. Entering the garage, she saw the door leading 
directly into the kitchen was also open, so she walked in without knocking. 
Beth was, after all, an outgoing person, and it wouldn't have bothered her 
if Morey had walked into her home without knocking, so why should he mind 
her walking in. Had she known he had already been in her house a little 
earlier, she might have been a little miffed, especially if she'd known he'd 
made her into a Triple-X-rated movie star. 

A hasty search of the ground floor revealed no one, but noises upstairs told 
her that's where the inhabitants were. Her sandals made no noise at all on 
the carpeted steps, and when she got to the top, she saw the bedroom doors 
were all open. 

Morey and his mother hadn't felt it necessary to shut any doors since it 
never occurred to them anyone would walk into the house. When she had been 
in the living room Beth had seen various photos of both Morey and his 
mother, so she immediately recognized the naked woman with Morey. She was 
astonished to see the woman naked before her son. Beth was even more 
astonished to see Morey in an equal state of undress in front of his mother. 
What was more, the two of them were lying on a bed together, just as she and 
her dad had been doing. Curious more than anything else, she wondered if it 
was possible that she and her father were not, after all, unique in their 
indulgences of one another. 

The mother was lying almost facing Beth, who was standing in the shadows in 
the hallway, giving 

Beth the opportunity of seeing the perfect shape of the woman. She was a 
strikingly beautiful woman, her long, dark-blonde hair almost the same color 
as Beth's. The same color patchwork between her thighs let Beth know the 
older woman didn't use bleach on her hair. What was more, the women had an 
extremely shapely body. She had one leg bent at the knee, but it didn't hide 
the fuzzy hair on her pelvis. 

Morey had his back to her, and Beth had a chance to see what he looked like 
from this angle. She saw his muscles were pronounced, but not bulging. His 
body looked fairly well tanned, though his arms and neck looked even tanner 
than the rest of him. But it was what the mother was doing that convinced 
Beth that the relationship between mother and son was similar to her own 
relationship with her father. What was more, Beth felt a pang of jealousy. 
May was fondling her son's still-hairless testicles. 

Beth turned her head, knowing this was something she ought not to be 
watching. The smart thing would be to walk out and come back later and 
pretend she was totally unaware of all this. But she was unable to move, 
compelled, for the moment, to remain where she was, wondering just how far 
mother and son went in their relationship. Did they go all the way, as she 
did with her father? Her curiosity got the better of her. This was something 
she had to observe, knowing the couple in the sun-lit bedroom wouldn't be 
able to see her in the shadowed hallway. She moved a little closer, changing 
her angle just the littlest bit so she would be able to see more of what was 
taking place. It was deliciously shocking. A few days earlier, she might 
well have been horrified by all this. Now she merely stared and enjoyed, 
though wishing she was in the mother's place. 

Morey had rolled over onto his back, his dark head resting comfortably on 
one of the pillows. His features looked all the more rugged and Adonis-like 
today, making the staring Beth lick her lips with desire. For though her ass 
had been solidly fucked, she felt an overpowering urge for more as she 
watched all this unfold. 

She stared at Morey's hard cock, thinking to herself that it looked a little 
longer and thicker than when he had used it on her. Maybe constant use was 
what had made it swell the way it did. It still wasn't quite the length and 
thickness of her father's, but it was getting there. The sight of the white 
stanchion with the purple-pink top made Beth salivate, and she wondered if 
Morey's cock tasted different from her father's. 

Now the blonde woman was kneeling beside her loving son, looking down at 
him. The thick head of the penis was glowing with its own juices, shining a 
brilliant pinkish-lavender in the bright late-morning sunlight washing over 
it. Yes, no doubt about it. The penis looked longer than it had looked 
before. Beth wasn't the only one to notice it. May realized her son's cock 
had enlarged a little, as well. 

The narrow slit at the top of his penis seemed to open and close like a tiny 
fish-mouth as the mother's hand began stroking it up and down, running from 
the thick base to the corona, and back again. Each time she stroked 
downward, she flattened his black pubic hair against him. As a result, the 
boy had a glazed look on his face, lust making him thrill to the 
manipulations his mother was performing on his cock. It was obvious to Beth 
that she wasn't the only one salivating at the sight of the boy's cock. From 
the expression on May Carson's face it was plain to the young girl that the 
mother intended sucking on her son's penis." 

The older woman was mewling with delighted pleasure, her voice almost a high 
squeal as she leaned her lovely face toward the thickly jutting column of 
blood-swollen flesh and gristle. Her large breasts swayed voluptuously 
around the upstanding phallic prod. She encompassed the cock within the 
press of her rounded breasts, lowering them until her nipples were pressing 
into his groin on either side of the pulsating staff. Her body moved up and 
down as her hands pressed her breasts tightly around the heavy column and 
stroked it. 

Beth saw Morey's mother had pinkish-brown nipples every bit as thick as her 
own, and to Beth it meant her own breasts would one day grow to the 
voluptuousness of the older woman. It made her more anxious than ever to 
complete her development. 

As Beth stared, May, in a loving ritual, opened her mouth, running her 
tongue over her wet lips to moisten them. Then she flicked the tongue out at 
the head of the penis as a cobra might do so at some prey it was preparing 
to devour. 

For an instant the whole scene tilted crazily before her eyes as Beth saw 
what she thought was a mature version of herself doing things to the young 
man she had mentally come to regard as hers, especially since this was the 
young man who had taken her virginity. Beth felt a thrill charge through 
her, and she realized she was becoming all charged up. This image of mother 
and son seemed so arousing to her, she wished she had the courage to walk in 
and ask to join the party. For the moment, she felt it wise to remain where 
she was. 

The boy's massively throbbing penis seemed to become even stiffer because of 
the continuing tantalizing ministrations of the mother's puckered lips. She 
had moved her head lower and lower, slowly swallowing the full length of the 
huge penis, clasping it tightly in the cavity of her heatedly wet mouth. She 
wasted no time making loud slurping, sucking noises, lapping at it like a 
small girl might like a peppermint stick. Each time her head rose, her 
tongue larruped around the penile point as if she were licking ice cream 
from the top of a cone. 

One of her hands was pressing flatly on her son's pelvis, applying pressure 
to certain pubic muscles, making him feel even more aroused. Her mouth 
stroked the cock rhythmically, her teeth digging into the flesh until Beth 
was able to see the white marks left as blood was forced away each time the 
older woman's head rose. Each time her head went down, she engulfed the 
entire penis, which meant she was taking a goodly amount of it into her 
gullet, as Beth had done with her dad. 

May began massaging the softly resilient sacs of her son's balls with her 
other hand, holding them as if weighing them, her mouth caught up in the 
rhythm that was becoming more and more intense. Then without breaking her 
timing, the mother moved around until her knees straddled her son's face, 
letting him stare with passion-dazed eyes at the heatedly waiting slit 
directly above him. 

Beth's violently pounding heart was beating so fast, she felt it sending 
messages to her pulses, especially the ones in her neck so that she was able 
to hear the reverberations. Unconsciously she began grinding her own vagina 
against her hand, recalling that was the one part of her body that hadn't 
been used. Her orgasm had been purely rectal. As a result, her excitement 
mounted as she watched. It was almost as if the penis was in her own mouth, 
and at the same time a tongue was licking at her cunt. 

Now that she thought back on it, Beth hadn't had a tongue touch her vagina. 
That was something she would have liked. 

As she watched, Beth saw Morey lay there in a trance, his head pressing into 
the pillow beneath as his mother's thighs spread wider around his head and 
her fulcrum lowered itself until her wet, pink slash was pressing firmly 
against the hungry lips of the young boy. Almost instantly his tongue 
flicked inside, and he pushed his face forward as if intent on climbing back 
into the womb from whence he had originated. He slurped his tongue through 
the hair-lined split, and the older woman's rounded buttocks began squirming 
and writhing sensuously with delighted pleasure. 

The boy reached around his mother's firm thighs with both of his hands, his 
fingers gripping her ass-cheeks, then digging into the narrow crevice 
between them. He forced the two luscious globes wide apart as though to gain 
better access for his flicking tongue. 

Beth felt chills shudder up and down her spine as she witnessed this. She 
was just able to see the tiny crinkle of May Carson's anus as the tugging 
apart of the ass-cheeks exposed them. She was even able to see the pink 
flesh beyond the brown outer ring, noting the way the ass-hole seemingly 
winked in the sunlight. Below it, she was able to see her boy-friend's 
tongue moving through the pink furrow of his mother's sodden vagina, and 
then, with a wet slurping sound, it seemed to probe all the way into the 
depths of the palpitating tunnel. The older woman shook her buttocks, making 
Beth inwardly moan as she imagined feeling the same simmering sensation she 
knew the mother must be feeling. Gee! She had to have her father put his 
tongue in her cunt the next time. Either that, or she would have to have 
Morey do it. 

This scene with his mother hadn't made Beth turn off. She was more 
determined than ever to become a part of this family. From the hungry way 
Morey was slurping at his mother's pussy, it was obvious he was enjoying 
himself, and it made Beth wonder if she would like licking a cunt. The only 
way to find out would be to become part of the Carson family and play with 
both Morey and his mother. 

May moaned loudly, the sound rising from the depths of her cock-filled 
throat as her lips sucked and slurped the throbbing length of solid meat. 
She sucked harder, and her son licked faster, so that both their passions 
mounted. Fires of delight were building in May's belly, and she loved the 
way her son was tongue-fucking her. 

To Beth, it looked as if the pair had been joined permanently together in 
this sixty-nine position. They vibrated up and down, making the bedsprings 
squeak a little, the two of them insane in their need to attain 
satisfaction. Morey's mouth slurped all over his mother's cunt, and May's 
hot mouth completely enveloped the full length of the pulsating penis. 

Beth felt her own inner belly burning with renewed, mounting inner passions 
as she watched the salaciously squirming couple less than fifteen feet away 
from her. She had her own legs spread apart a little, and her hand was 
inside her cut-offs so her finger was making contact with her own clitoris 
and still rub her pussy lips, as well. Her nipples swelled and pushed 
against her blouse as never before, and it occurred to her that her breasts 
had swollen a bit to where the shirt she was wearing was now too small for 
her. Her breast-points were tan and hard, and she used her free hand to cup 
first one, then the other, feeling how pulsingly alive her nipples seemed to 
be. Taking one hardened tip, and then the other, between her thumb and 
forefinger, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full sensations 
in her tantalizingly aroused body. It was as if she were testing herself to 
see if she was really here, or if she was dreaming this entire bizarre 
incident. 

The mother's blonde head was bobbing up and down all the more rapidly now, 
her oral grip on her son's throbbing length of hosepipe sliding with ever 
increasing strokes. At the same time she ground her vagina more and more 
solidly against the youth's mouth, making tiny little circles over his 
pursed lips. He lashed his wickedly stabbing tongue into the wet passageway 
of her vagina, drinking her oily flow as a cat would lap at sweet cream. One 
of his fingers, digging into the crack between his mother's ass-cheeks, was 
pressing into her rectal pucker. The woman writhed her lovely buttocks back 
against the finger as if wanting to take the digit inside. As if he was 
obeying some unspoken command from the woman, the boy suddenly wormed his 
forefinger into the tight depths of his mother's compressing ass-hole. 

This was something Beth had definitely undergone before, and only an hour 
ago. She watched wide-eyed, seeing how it looked when a finger was thrust 
into an ass-hole, seeing the digit move in to the second knuckle, and then 
the boy was fucking his finger in and out in perfect time to the way his 
tongue was moving in and out of his mother's hot cunt. The sight sent 
excited shudders of delight streaking through Beth's own rectum, for she was 
remembering how wonderful it had been when her father had fucked her in 
there. She tingled, feeling fire burning in her loins, and the hand rubbing 
against her pussy began rubbing a little faster, causing more and more 
passion juices to flow cut of her. Her fingers continued brushing 
electrically against her quivering clitoris, and it took all her willpower 
to smother the gasp that came out of her at the unexpected contact the shock 
brought. Twinges of lust now turned into seething hearth-fires of wanton 
salaciousness as frustration ate away at the pink tunnel lodged between her 
sweet, tantalizing loins. 

Beth thought the couple on the Led were finally nearing their satisfaction, 
ready to climax with this oral fucking, and she was astonished to see the 
mother suddenly jump up. The boy's large penis shone like a beacon in the 
sunlight, covered as it was with the woman's saliva. Without saying a word, 
the mother was on her feet, and then the boy was up and on his knees. May 
climbed onto the bed in front of him, facing away from him, kneeling dog 
style, and for a moment Beth didn't know what was happening. But as she 
watched, it occurred to her mother and son were about to perform what she 
and her father had done, earlier. At the time she had wondered if she and 
her father were depraved. Now she realized that if that were so, then there 
was a whole world of depraved people. Father fucking daughter. Son fucking 
mother. Both couples ass-fucking as well as fucking in every other 
conceivable manner. 

May remained bent over, presenting the tiny, defenseless ring of her anus to 
her son. The boy came up behind her, his massively throbbing penis headed 
directly for the puckered little opening. The mother, obviously knowing what 
the boy wanted, for he had whispered it into her ear and she had nodded in 
agreement, tugged her ass-cheeks wide, quivering with anticipation, for 
though May had never been ass-fucked before, she somehow felt it only right 
her anal virginity be given to her son. 

Beth wondered just why Morey had suddenly chosen to fuck his own mother in 
this manner. It was almost as if he had seen what had taken place between 
her father and herself, earlier. But no! That was impossible! Seeing what 
was about to take place, she wondered how she had been able to take her 
father's penis into the tightness of her own rectum, for Morey's cock, which 
was slightly thinner than her father's, looked to be much too gigantic to 
fit in the twinkle-star opening of his mother's ass. Surely the boy would 
rip her right up the middle. 

Beth held her breath, feeling aroused and excited, and yet afraid for the 
older woman. She stared as the boy slid his hard cock between the cheeks of 
his mother's waiting ass. 

"Hurry, darling, before I lose my nerve," May gasped. "Put it in!" 

She kneeled there impatiently as the boy remained behind her on his own 
knees, the blunt tip of his throbbing penis teasingly against her tiny anal 
aperture. He allowed the swollen, blood-filled tip rest there for a long, 
long moment, as if gathering his own strength. The head seemed more purple 
than pink now as it pulsated eagerly between the shining white cheeks of the 
lovely lady's ass. He was panting heavily, his entire young body twisting 
with a lustful passion. God! Having seen Beth's father do this to the 
younger girl, he was aching to find out how it felt, and his mother was 
wonderful to let him fuck her this way. He held himself back a moment longer 
in order to savor the thrill of her tantalizingly heated flesh as it rubbed 
against the smooth dome of his penile point. 

"Come on, darling," May pleaded with her loving son. "Shove that lovely cock 
of yours into me. I can take it!" she told him in a voice aroused with 
salacious obscenity. 

She was writhing in her bent-over position desperately trying to wiggle the 
ovoid shapes of her buttocks backward and impale herself against the tip of 
the long pole pressing firmly against her anus. The boy held her firmly by 
her jutting hips, and he responded to her request very suddenly and 
violently. 

Beth thought the mother would have fallen flat if her son hadn't been 
holding onto her so tightly. She was unaware of her own gasp as the boy's 
hard penis butted with terrifying force into the narrow little opening, 
pushing its way into the center of the rectum. 

"Aaaahhhuuunnnggghhh ... ooonnnggghhh ... yesssss ... don't stop now ... all 
the way ... all the way ... and the pain'll be gone in just a minute," she 
gasped, her screams drowning out the gasp that had come from Beth. 

The long cock began boring all the more deeply into the narrowness of her 
squeezing rectum, the hole defensively clenching as if trying to keep him 
out in spite of the verbal urging of his mother. May continued mumbling 
incoherent obscenities as the man plunged his hard prick in and out of the 
tightly screaming tunnel of heatedly clasping anal flesh. 

Beth stared at the way the massive white column continued driving into the 
narrow tightness of the lovely older woman's ass, and she realized this was 
how she had looked when her father had done this to her. Instead of being 
disgusted or horrified by the sight, Beth found herself swallowing her drool 
as she became even hotter, her finger still massaging her clitoral button. 

The penis drove into the boy's mother all the way this time, not stopping 
for a moment, the boy's thighs flatly pressing solidly against the 
widespread cheeks of her mother's behind, flattening the gluteal flesh. His 
testicles swung forward with such power and forcefulness, they seemed to 
slap against her open vagina with a loud smacking sound, much the way Beth 
remembered her father's balls hitting her own clitoris. 

It was obvious both mother and son were already nearing the peak of their 
frenzy as the boy began desperately fucking his hard cock in and out of the 
tightly clasping little passageway, feeling the way it clung to his 
throbbing pole. He slammed into her like a savage mad with uncontrolled 
lust, and the woman's head whipped one way then another, her expression one 
of pure salacity and rapture. She, too, was enjoying what was being done to 
her, just as Beth had enjoyed it when her father had done it to her. She 
stared with envy at the wildly depraved mother and son on the bed, filled 
with uncontrollable reactions in her own quivering body. 

Beth was shaking violently now, struggling to relieve the burning lava 
oozing through the pit of her tantalizing vagina. The gasps of painful 
pleasure coming from the couple in the bedroom were arousing her and 
torturing her at the same time. The woman kept screaming for more, and the 
boy's only verbal reply was a series of grunts. 

"Harrrrderrr ... uuunnnggghhh ... fasssterrrr ... fuck me ... fuck me ... 
keep fucking meeee ... yessss ... do it ... do it ... do it. . . " the woman 
continued loudly shouting. 

Because she-was such a sensual creature, Beth realized that at this moment 
she would have given anything to have a hard-driving cock rammed between her 
own legs. At the moment she was totally lost in a passionate daze as she 
listened to the tiny grunting cries coming from the open mouth of the 
delightfully impaled mother. 

Son pounded into mother with near-desperation. The sight of Beth's father 
fucking the tight little ass of his daughter had convinced the boy that it 
was easier for him to fuck his own mother's ass. The enjoyment had seemed so 
overpowering for both, Beth and Martin Conebar, that the boy was intent on 
finding out just how good it really did feel. As a result he slammed all the 
deeper into his mother's rectum. 

Thrill built on thrill as the churning in his balls told him he was on the 
verge of his satisfaction. He wondered if it was possible for his mother to 
have a rectal orgasm. But to be on the safe side, he reached around her 
thighs with both hands and dug his fingers into her cunt, rubbing her 
clitoris. This was all that was needed to set the woman "off. "EEEEE Y Y YY 
YIIIIIAAAAAA 

GGHHHGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, as lightning blasted through her 
quivering body, making her shake and shudder as she had never done before. 
She was exploding all over the place. 

His mother's ass slamming into his thighs became too much for the youth. He 
gasped, humped, and slammed his throbbing cock ever deeper into her rectum, 
powering the penis harder and harder into her. In, in, in, and then in 
again. 

"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH ... GOOD ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH 
... FUCK ... FUCK ... FEELS GOOD ... YEAGGGHHH ... DONT STOP ... DONT STOP 
... DONT STOP..." he yelled at his mother's bucking buttocks. 

He fired great gouts of white sperm into her ass, flushing the rectal cavity 
as well as the lower colon and he seemingly jumped up and down on the bed 
again and again. 

Beth was filled with desire to come, but her finger was never good enough. 
She didn't know what to do at this point. But she did know if she was not to 
be discovered she had to get away from there. 

Taking her hand from her cunt, the lovely girl walked down the stairs, 
making no noise as she quietly went out of the house the way she had come 
in. Common decency dictated that she wait at least fifteen minutes before 
walking up to the front door and ringing the bell. But at the moment Beth 
wasn't in the mood to be decent. She was in the mood to get laid. 

So walking right up to the front door, she pressed the doorbell making it 
ring nice and loud. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Hey Beth, what're you doin' here this time of day?" Morey asked. 

She looked at him standing in the doorway, wearing his jeans and tee shirt. 
At the moment he was barefoot, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. 

"You look like you were taking the clothes out of the hot dryer," Beth 
smiled. "I mean that's why you're so sweaty, right?" 

"Nah," he told her. "I was helpin' my ma upstairs. Housework ain't the 
easiest thing in the world, y'know." 

"I wouldn't know," Beth shrugged. "We have a maid who comes in three times a 
week to do all the work for us. Hey, what's on for today?" 

"Nothing special," the boy shrugged. "Why?" 

"I thought you and I might want to spend the day together." 

"Hey, well, I mean..." 

"Afraid I'm going to come on to you again, Morey?" 

"Well," he shrugged. 

"Well, I will," she smiled. "What's more, if you don't invite me inside, I'm 
gonna let the whole neighborhood in on what you and I did. I won't care who 
knows it." 

"Hey, stop actin' like some kind of spoiled brat," Morey insisted, standing 
aside and letting her come into the house. "Look, your old man wants me to 
stop doin' things with you..." 

"What do you want?" Beth asked. 

"I think you know," he told her. "Hey, I have some home movies I wanna show 
you. Got some time?" 

"Sure," she nodded, and she followed him down to the basement where he took 
the cassette of film from his Polaroid movie camera and shoved it into the 
instant playback projector. 

"Well, what are you kids doing down here?" May Carson asked, dressed in a 
pair of tight black chinos and a white blouse, as she came down to the 
basement. 

"I'm going to show Beth some homemade movies," the boy said to his mother. 

"Oh?" she asked, suddenly wondering what he was up to. 

"Not made in this home," the boy hastily amended. "Made in Beth's home. 
Stick around, Ma. You'll find this interesting." 

Beth wondered just what was going on in Morey's head until the picture 
flashed on the screen of the instant playback projector. Then she screamed 
and turned to run as she realized she was seeing pictures of herself being 
fucked in the ass by her own father. 

Morey grabbed her and brought her back, forcing her to sit on one of the 
side sofas. 

"Don't you dare hold it against me," Beth gasped. "I was here a little while 
ago and I saw what the two of you were doing." 

"Aha!" Morey nodded. "I thought I heard those stairs creak a little, but I 
wasn't sure. Where the hell did you think I got the idea for doing what I 
did?" 

May turned on the light and Morey turned off the playback projector. The 
older woman stood looking at Beth. She should have been horrified, but after 
what she had been through with her own son, that would have been sheer 
hypocrisy. 

"Well, now," the older woman said. "It looks like the two men in both our 
lives want the both of us. But at least one of them is unaware that the 
other is making love to me." 

"I love my father," Beth said. "I don't want to do anything to hurt him." 

"Funny thing," May replied. "But I love your father, too. Tell me, do you 
like Morey?" 

"Sure," Beth nodded. "I like him a lot. Who knows, maybe when we get older, 
we might fall in love. It's too early to say, right now." 

"You're a wise girl," May nodded. "But I think Morey and you feel more 
strongly about one another than most kids your age feel. You know, there's a 
way of making a sort of permanent arrangement between the four of us." 

"You mean Morey and my father making love to both, you and me?" Beth asked. 

"Oh, I mean more than that," May replied. "Why, there'll be times when your 
father is at work and Morey will be late, and you and I can even learn to 
make love to one another." 

"Gee, you know, I think I'd like that," Beth nodded. "But if Pa learned 
Morey was doing things with you..." 

"Only if he found out about it before we let him know we're aware of what 
he's been doing with you. You see, I have a plan. Men are funny creatures. 
They always want to be the dominant ones. So what we're going to do is this. 
You and your father are going to make love again sometime this afternoon. 
Only I'm going to walk in on it and be horrified. Your father will probably 
become angry, thinking I'm spying on him, and so he'll turn his sexual 
attack on me. After a while, hell conquer me, and that's when you come in 
and the three of us make it together. Finally, after it's all over and done 
with, we'll let him know about Morey and me, at which point he'll come back 
here, and it'll be my turn to make love to two men. You can have them 
tomorrow." 

"I'm glad I took my Vitamin E today," Martin laughed at his daughter as the 
two of them nakedly cavorted in the living room. 

It had been Beth's idea for them to fuck in the house in a room other than 
the bedrooms in order to keep things sexually alive and interesting. Her 
father had wanted to save his sperm for the evening when he intended fucking 
May Carson again. But even with his daughter taking the edge off, he decided 
he would have enough energy to give May a solid pounding. 

It was four in the afternoon, and he wouldn't be picking May up until eight. 
That would give him plenty of time to rest. He intended taking her to a 
show, then to dine, and afterward, bringing her home and really giving her a 
good humping. The more he thought about May Carson, the more he liked her. 
Tomorrow he would bring May to the house and let her talk with Beth. Martin 
was not a man who wasted time. When he wanted something he went out and got 
it. He wanted May-permanently. As a result, he would ask her to marry him, 
after he was certain she and Beth would get along. If it meant putting Beth 
in Morey's way, then so be it. He would still have Beth, and he would have 
May, as well. His only sorrow was that he wouldn't be able to let May know 
about what he was doing with Beth. 

He had his daughter bending over the coffee table with his face pushing into 
her little muff from behind, when the door suddenly opened and May Carson 
walked in, calling out, "Yoo-hoo, anyone home? I was walking by and I..." 

She stopped when she saw Martin with Beth. 

"Golly!" Beth gasped, and went running to her bedroom. 

Martin was caught, but he wasn't the kind of man to go on the defensive. On 
the contrary, as May had predicted, he took the initiative immediately, and 
rather than try to explain away his actions, he slammed the door shut and 
locked it, pulling May into the middle of the living room. 

"What's the matter, honey?" he asked, standing arms akimbo, totally naked, 
his cock no longer rigid for the moment as he stared at her with defiance in 
his eyes. "Tell me, is your pride all shaken up because it wasn't your pussy 
my tongue was tasting?" 

May knew that if she accepted his behavior readily, he would think she had 
something wrong with her and it might turn him off her. He had to think he 
was winning her over to his way of thinking, and so she replied, "That's a 
terrible thing to say, Martin. I just dropped by to ask you what I should 
wear tonight, and you accuse me of wanting to commit some kind of lascivious 
act that you're perpetrating on your own daughter. I know we've made love, 
and I loved it. But I thought what you and I had was something wholesome and 
decent." 

"Are you hinting that what I was doing with my daughter was not wholesome or 
indecent?" he angrily retorted. "What makes it any less good with her than 
it was with you?" 

"Martin, please..." 

"Hell, I'll bet at one time or another in your life you wanted to be fucked 
by that kid of yours," he laughed. 

"The thought never entered my mind," she lied. "If it ever does in the 
future, it'll be because you put it there." 

"Don't start throwing blame at me, baby-doll," he snapped. "You just 
interrupted a rousing fuck-session. That means I have to get my rocks off 
somehow. Beth isn't here any more. So you'll have to fill in." 

"What?" 

"This way you won't have to dream about your son's cock," he snapped. "I've 
seen it, and I can tell you, my cock is bigger than his, any day. You'll 
prefer it." 

May backed away from him, hurrying down the small corridor leading to the 
bedrooms. Beth had given her a layout of the house, and she knew where to 
head. At the moment she looked as if she was trying to escape from Martin. 
She ran into the nearest bedroom which happened to be the master bedroom, 
and she tried shutting the door. But as she had expected, Martin was there, 
pushing the door open, and so she retreated to the bed. He kept moving 
closer, and she sidled onto the bed, scrunching up in the corner. She 
pretended to look terrified the entire time. 

Martin remained between the bed and the door, standing there defiantly and 
looking at her supposedly terrified face. She heard him chuckle, and she 
gasped, "I suppose you must have been intimate with your daughter for some 
time. So I suppose there's no way to keep you from attacking me." 

"You suppose right," Martin nodded. 

She cowered back into the corner of the bed, her back pressing against the 
pillows as she whimpered with fright. Martin chose that moment to kneel on 
the bed, his weight making it slant downward. 

"Don't hurt me..." she gasped, still pretending to be afraid, knowing damn 
well the man had no intention of hurting her, even if he wanted to assert 
his mastery over her and force her to accept him the way he was. 

She held out a hand at arm's length, as if to ward the man off. He smiled 
and reached out, gently taking the hand in his own hand, caressing it 
softly. 

"Calm down," he told her in a softly insidious tone of voice. "There's 
really no reason for you to get upset. May, in spite of what you've seen 
here, I feel something for you more than lust. I'm not going to kid you and 
tell you if you and I ever make it to the altar I'm going to stop screwing 
my kid. Hell! I love the girl, and I'm admittedly feeling something for you, 
as well. What's more, I think you kinda love me. So I want you to prove it 
by undressing." 

"Don't talk like that," she told him, breathing heavily. "It's wrong, and in 
spite of what I might have felt for you, I won't let you make love to me. 
What's more, you can't force me." 

"I certainly can," he insisted, moving closer to her, drawing her into the 
circle of his waiting arms, ignoring her seemingly futile attempts to fight 
him off. "You can ask Beth how persuasive I am when it comes to convincing 
women to make love. But then, you already saw how much my little girl loves 
the things I do to her." 

She pushed her hands against his chest as if to shove him away. His powerful 
arms were crushing her to him as his mouth came hotly down on her aching 
lips, kissing them in the grand manner. 

May knew if she surrendered right now, it would look too easy. She had to 
put up a bit more of a fight. So she struggled, feeling the man's firm hand 
suddenly pressing hard against the softness of her full breasts beneath the 
silky material of her blouse. She had made certain to wear a brassiere, too, 
not wanting him to have the slightest hint that she wanted this to happen. 

Still struggling, she displayed a helpless futility against him, and she 
finally went limp. She responded to the softness of the man's lips, unable 
to help herself because she had to admit that the man was very definitely 
arousing. Tiny little fluttering sensations went charging through her 
quivering body, and she knew that even if this had been a real attempt on 
her part to fight him off, she wouldn't have won. 

"There," he whispered, lifting his lips from hers. "That wasn't so bad, was 
it, dear lady?" His hand continued delicately stroking the fullness of her 
lovely breasts. "I just want you to let yourself go, you beautiful woman, 
that's all. The time has come for you to be open-minded about a lot of 
things." 

She smiled to herself, knowing further efforts to plead on her part would be 
futile. So she made no attempt to stop him as he slipped a hand inside the 
front of her blouse, letting his fingers slide under her brassiere to cup 
one, then the other of her nakedly vibrating breasts, aware he had her 
aroused already. When it came to women, this was one man who was cocksure of 
himself, especially knowing how far he was capable of going with any one 
woman. His caresses sent wild pinpricks of flame charging through the tips 
of the lovely woman's pliant breasts as he rolled the hardening softness of 
one tiny nipple back and forth, maddeningly arousing it and enlarging it. 

May was aware of the heat of his breath as it fluttered against his ear. He 
was a total master when it came to making love, and now he was moving his 
head, bringing his lips down to lock wetly against hers-the same lips he had 
used to kiss her cunt-the cunt that both he and her son had fucked. She 
found herself thrusting her own tongue vibrantly forward as if lasciviously 
replying to what he was doing. The man pulled her tongue into his mouth and 
sucked on it, feeling her slowly melting, giving way to him. There was no 
question in his mind that she was simply surrendering to his superiority. 
His hand caressed her face as his mouth whispered into hers, "Let's get you 
undressed and do this right." 

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him sliding his finger under the 
elastic leg band of her panties, slowly moving and worming upward until he 
was able to part the ultra-sensitive lips of her hair-fringed vaginal 
opening. Then his fingers slipped into the heated wetness his lips had 
sucked not too long before, tantalizing the soft inner lips that enshrined 
her quivering clitoris. 

"Don't try and fight me, May," he whispered, and his voice broke the spell 
he was weaving over her. 

She wanted him, all right. But she'd be damned if she'd let him think she 
was this easy. 

"Damn you!" she gasped. "Don't touch me! Get away from me! You're a filthy 
animal, that's what you are. First you rape your daughter, and now you want 
to rape me." 

"Rape?" he laughed. "Where in heaven's name did you ever get the idea I was 
raping my daughter? That beautiful young girl of mine was seduced by your 
son, initially. Afterward, I admit I prodded her a bit, but now she's almost 
nymphomaniacal in her desires for more and more in the way of orgasms. It so 
happens that when you walked in, she was the one doing the seducing." 

She flailed at him with her fists, and so he gripped her wrists with one 
hand, holding them fast as he threw his weight on top of her, almost 
crushing the life out of her. May gasped, the breath whooshing out of her 
lungs. She lay there, totally helpless. 

"You wish to do it the hard way?" Martin asked. "Fine! That's the way we'll 
do it. But one thing is certain, and make no mistake about it. We are going 
to do it!" 

"No," May gasped, egging him on a little more. 

"That little cunt of a daughter of mine has me all hot and bothered. You and 
she are the only two females to ever get under my skin this way. She started 
me, and now you're going to finish me. Honey, I'm going to squirt what 
little jizz I have left in that tight pussy of yours." 

"Oh God!" May gasped, pretending to be terrified. "Why did I ever come here? 
I'm sorry I ever knew you. Just let go of me. I'll walk out of here and 
you'll never see me again." 

Martin merely laughed, then roughly gripping her, he began undoing her 
blouse and skirt, for she had changed from chinos to a skirt before coining 
to the house. He exposed the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs as well 
as the soft flesh above the top of her slim bikini panties. He yanked down 
on her frilly white panties, exposing the soft golden fluff on her pelvic 
mount. He didn't even bother removing her blouse. He had the half that he 
wanted. 

Forcing his way between her lithe thighs, spreading the soft defenseless 
loins far apart, he unmercifully balanced himself above her as he guided his 
cock, all stiff with lust once again, toward her. Gripping her under the 
knees, he shoved them way back, over her shoulders, exposing the lovely 
plane of her pussy, and then he inched forward, using the thick, rubbery 
head of his phallic lance to part the full, hair-surrounded lips of this 
lovely woman's pussy. 

May tossed her dark-gold head wildly from side to side, pretending to be 
terrified, shuddering as if from horror, but really with delight as she felt 
the wonderful electrical contact of the man's pulsating penile point against 
her seemingly involuntarily pulsating pussy flesh. The captive woman held 
her breath for what seemed like an exceptionally long time, supposedly 
petrified by the total subjugation of this man. 

"Uuuunnnhhh ... Goddduhhhhh..." she gasped, as she felt the initial hard 
pressure against her tight elastic opening. 

Martin shoved hard, his lips compressed tightly together as he began 
grunting with the effort. May, not wanting him to think he was taking her 
easily, pretended she was even tighter inside, making believe she wasn't 
lubricated in spite of the fact that his penis already was aware of a 
slippery smoothness as it pushed through the tight resilience of her vaginal 
causeway. Her thighs clamped together as if she were enduring horrible 
pressure, but his body kept her legs from coming too close together as he 
drove even deeper into her. 

God, how she had missed this cock. It was a little thicker than that of her 
son, and she loved that last little bit of it. 

"You were tight as hell the last time I went into you," he told her. "And 
that was after a nice tonguing down there. This time I'm not going to lick 
you. You're going to get what you deserve-a good solid fucking." 

"I'm too dry," she insisted as he shoved. "Ungh! God! You'll kill me! You'll 
tear out my inner membranes!" she squealed as she stared at him and saw the 
sadistic grin on his face. It wasn't an evil grin, but it was the look of a 
conqueror who knew he had just won. 

The handsome man came down heavily on the beautiful dark-blonde woman, his 
weight crushing her still-clothed breasts firmly against her rib cage. The 
man's lean, masculine hips thrust themselves forward with a violently 
brusque motion, and his thick, lust-hardened length of cock went sliding 
into the defenseless tunnel of her quivering cunt. It slammed in with the 
fury of a roaring lion, pushing the softly moist flesh of her tantalizing 
vaginal walls before it in accordioning waves, the intimate flesh wrinkling 
within. There was no stopping him until the full length of his prodding pole 
had pushed its way into her womanly kiln and weighty balls were hitting 
against her perineum. 

"AHHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped, beneath the weight of the strong, handsome man. 

Once again he had filled her impossibly narrow womanly container with the 
hard, chunky bar of cylindrical flesh. The man's deeply pulsing phallic wand 
lay in the seething depths of her tantalizing belly. Every last little bit 
of her inner flesh was touching a part of him as it had done the first time 
he had fucked her. 

May smiled to herself, well aware this was what she had wanted to happen. 
Now if Beth carried out her part in this, pretty soon they would be one big 
happy family, the four of them fucking like bunny rabbits, both females 
capable of keeping each male happy, either singly, in pairs, as part of a 
menage-a-trois, or in a four-way game. 

Above her, the lust-filled, sexually hungry man she had come to admire in so 
short a span of time lay unmoving for a long moment, his handsome face 
directly above hers. As a result, she too, lay immobile. At the moment any 
stirring on her part might cause him to get emotionally riled up, and that 
was one thing she definitely did not want to happen. 

There was silence in the house for the moment, save for the heavy breathing 
that hung between the two of them as they stared at one another. Then May 
felt a throb in the simmering center of her cuntal core. The breadth and 
length of the man's virile cock was jerking forward, trying to fit even more 
of itself inside, even if there was no more to fit. It continued fleecing in 
the velvety softness of her tender vaginal container. 

"Unnnhhh ... goodness!" the woman gasped, grunting out of breath because of 
the way he was pulsating within her, her face all screwed up with lust, 
though she did it in a way to make him think she was in some kind of pain. 

"You're really tight in there," Martin told her. "But my daughter's cunt is 
tighter. The only thing is, you have a way of working those muscles in there 
like no other female I've ever known." 

He tightened his muscles repeatedly, causing his hard cock to throb and 
flex, and then his hands were busy, unbuttoning her blouse, peeling it from 
her lovely white shoulders. Then he reached under her and somehow managed to 
unsnap her brassiere. He pulled it from her body, exposing the large, white 
trembling breasts with their pinkish-brown nipples and areolae. His roughly 
kneading fingers proceeded to go to work. 

"Ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... dear God!" the lovely woman sobbed as her false 
resistance, or what was left of it, fled from her in the face of her 
helpless position. There was no longer any false dignity or sense of modesty 
for her. All there was, was the strength of his cock driving deep into the 
territory of her sweet cunt. 

"All right ... all right ... do what you want. . . " she gasped, letting him 
know she was no longer resisting, giving him that feeling of being macho. 

Lowering his face again, he clamped his mouth tightly against hers, and at 
the same time he began a slow rocking motion between the captive woman's 
widely held thighs. The movement had its desired effect, and May began 
mucking. 

Sensation was shooting through her like small charges of gunpowder, setting 
off one blast after another in her seething loins. The softly sensitive 
flesh within her felt charred with desire as the man's driving and powerful 
motion widened her womanly tunnel and forced the crushing interior of her 
cunt to respond to each of his smoothly driving strokes. There was nothing 
more for her to do but let him think he had completely defeated her. 

Now she was free to react to the feelings building in her quivering body. 
Her physical self reacted freely, as if it had seemingly severed itself from 
any resistance she had tried to hurl against him. Obscene flames' of wanton 
desire were flaring uncontrollably through her quivering young body, and she 
definitely had no desire to fight it at this time. She had lost the battle 
as she had known she would, and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance 
and horror, or at least the feigned repugnance and horror, she was totally 
surrendering herself to the wonderful man lying between her pillarly thighs. 
The mere thought sent all kinds of chills running along the lovely woman's 
spine-chills of apprehensive delight. She continued feeling the slow rhythm 
of Martin's driving cock thrust deeply into the wet center of her highly 
stimulated inner self. 

Faint whimpers of total animalistic delight, signifying her servile 
acceptance of him came from the depths of the lovely divorcee's chest, her 
beautiful face becoming distorted with passion as, her mouth toiling, her 
neck straining and her delicate nostrils widely flaring, she hurled her 
nakedness firmly against his body, loving every little bit of the way he 
pounded into her. The firm fullness of her twin breasts pushed nakedly 
against the heavy chest of the man lying on top of her, and the completely 
exposed surface of her softly tender vagina ground itself lasciviously 
against the man's strong and wiry loins. The cords in May's neck as well as 
those in her pale thighs stood out, solid and tense as she wriggled 
underneath this man she had come to love. She realized she was allowing 
herself to become carried away with the fervidness of her inner feeling. 
Still, there was nothing wrong with enjoying a good fuck while preparing to 
trap a man so that he sincerely believed what was eventually going to happen 
would be his own idea. This mindless fucking was the most enjoyable thing 
she had known in a long time, even more enjoyable than when her son had 
fucked her-and that had been fantastic. She had to admit she craved more and 
more of what she was feeling. Her heels dug into the mattress, and she 
lifted herself, giving back to him as good as she was getting. 

Above the excited blonde mother of Morey Carson, Martin Conebar continued 
slaving away. His forehead and back were covered with heavy drops of 
perspiration as he changed his rhythm, shifting from low into high, the 
hard, slow strokes being replaced by the quick long strokes-strokes that 
drew his glistening, lust-weighted cock nearly all the way out of the 
beautiful woman's clasping cunt on the backstroke only to once again plunge 
solidly forward into her willingly uplifted loins, doing it over and over as 
May felt the harsh slap of his balls against the cheeks of her behind. 

Martin was smiling a smile of triumph, grinning broadly at the moment, and 
then his mouth was once again falling to hers, kissing her, enjoying the 
fact that she was responding. 

These goddamn women have to learn once and for all who's boss, he thought. 

Shit! Her kid had all but fucked his daughter in front of him. It would be 
something to reciprocate, but not in the same way. No, he wanted this cunt 
on a permanent basis. God! There was something about her pussy that was 
extra-special, just as his wife's cunt had been special. He had spotted it 
the first time he had fucked his wife, and he had married her less than a 
week after that first fuck. Well he had made up his mind with this cunt, as 
well. Only he had no intention of telling her his desires until he was 
certain she understood that he had no intention of no longer fucking his 
daughter. 

Jesus! She was good, really good. Not even Beth had been this good, though 
Beth was just a kid and all things considered, she had responded far better 
than he had expected. 

His hand reached down to where his cock was joined to her cunt and he began 
fondling her pussylips a little, and this made the frenzied woman keen, 
causing her lips to milk his cock for all it was worth. He continued playing 
there until softer moans told him just how much of a slave she was to him. 
Yes, she would make a good wife, a very good wife, and with Beth, he would 
have all the harem he needed. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

From inside the closet, where she had watched the whole thing, Beth knew it 
was time for her to join the fray. Just looking at the manner in which her 
daddy fucked May told her, in spite of how good Morey was, Daddy did it 
best. 

They were going at it hammer and tongs as she quickly shed her cut-offs and 
blouse. Naked now, her pale, porcelain-like skin shining with an inner light 
all its own, she moved closer to the lasciviously copulating forms on the 
bed. The young girl was already feeling overpoweringly aroused as excited 
lust filled her loins. Nakedly she shuddered, empathizing with the moaning, 
writhing mother of her boyfriend and lover. Hell! She already knew from 
personal experience just how good her daddy was. 

The wildly preoccupied couple were totally unaware of her presence. She 
stood right beside the bed, watching them, and a twinge of jealousy nipped 
at her. At the moment she felt left out, and all the ardor passing between 
the fucking couple had her wishing for some of it. Her daddy was carrying 
this lovely woman to the paradise of rapture, and she wanted to share in it. 

At the moment, Martin was maddened by the pressures of the silken soft 
sheath that was May's palpitating pussy as it continued enclosing the heated 
hardness of his throbbing cock. He pulled his ass back as far as possible 
without letting his cock fall out, and then he drove all the way into May, 
the hot, hard length sinking to the depths in the pink tunnel between the 
lovely dark-blonde's wildly exciting and palpitating thighs. He slammed into 
her with all his strength while running hot hands over the nakedly 
glistening surface of her sweat-covered, voluptuous body. 

The handsome father was half out of his mind with the exquisite sensations 
he was feeling, once again fucking the mother of the boy who had taken his 
own daughter's virginity. He loved the way this woman responded. God! She 
was so eager, so arousing. 

At the moment she seemed to be attempting to be the dominant one between 
them, her slender thighs wrapping themselves tightly around his back so that 
she was the one able to control the thrusts of his cock into the depths of 
the hair-surrounded split of her clinging womanly gully. Jesus! If she kept 
this up, he would come long before she did. He was on fire. 

A stream of pleading obscenities issued forth from May's mouth, and the 
sounds only served to excite and arouse the man that much more. Even Beth 
noticed that the role of dominance seemed to have passed from her father to 
the woman who was not so much being fucked at this point as fucking. The 
difference had not escaped Martin, but he didn't give a damn. All that 
really mattered was that he was buried to the hilt in this woman. 

"Ahhhhhh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck that cock into me..." May was loudly 
gasping, panting heavily as her body bucked up and down, receiving the most 
delightful heavy pounding it had ever endured. Her womanly culvert kept 
closely around the masculine prod pushing into it. "Do it harder ... fuck me 
... yesssss ... fuck me ... into my cunt with that big, thick cock of yours 
... all the way ... all the way ... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep it up 
... keep it up..." 

Standing beside the madly bouncing bed, looking at the way the couple on it 
wildly thrashed about, twisting and turning uncontrollably, looking like 
something out of a sleazy porno movie than anything else, Beth knew May's 
plan was going to be one-hundred percent effective. 

"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, as if speaking to herself as she watched her daddy 
continue to thrust his hard cock into the searing depths of May's quivering 
belly. He pounded and hammered the cock in with ever-increasing violence and 
fury, slamming into her as if he were a demon. The pistoning penis continued 
pile-driving into the deeply suctioning cunt as May's inner labia flared 
even wider to receive more of him. Her clenching buttocks hit the bed 
repeatedly, only to bounce up so her cunt was able to take that much more of 
the pulsating cock. 

"Ummmmmm!" the beautiful young girl said again, a little louder, trying to 
make them aware she wanted to share in the action. "Me, too." 

Even though her words were heard by the violently fucking couple, they were 
so involved with what they were doing at that moment, each so lost in the 
dream of total wanton sex, that they moved to complete this orgasmic 
thrashing by themselves. They were so wrapped up in what they were feeling, 
they were unable to do otherwise. The two of them crashed against each other 
again and again as if they were cymbals, meeting to the rhythmic tune of 
some secret orchestral composition. 

May felt herself to be a single mass of exquisitely sodden cunt, and a new 
high in excitement was building in her center as the penile piston moved 
more and more rapidly inside her. Her loins were ablaze with an 
uncontrollably blaze, and she was only vaguely aware of the man's hands 
running over her perspiration-covered body, his fingers like little searing 
tongues of flame as she continued writhing against his naked hardness. This 
was it! This was it! She heard Beth crying out, yet she was not to be 
deterred from her desired goal. 

"Do it! Fuck me ... harder ... harder ... Martin ... fuck me ... ram it into 
me ... fill me with that long, thick, hard cock of yours ... uuunnnhhh ... 
don't stop now..." she panted, crying out at the top of her voice as she 
writhed an wriggled, hearing his wailing breath against her own ear. 

His moving cock was like an unrelenting wild animal, uncontrollably raging 
and hurtling into her, making her tingle with life from the tips of her toes 
to the back of her head. It was all so wonderful ... so beautiful ... better 
than it had ever been with any man she had ever known ... even better than 
it had been with her son, though she had to admit that Morey still needed a 
few years of practice to catch up to the man who was solidly fucking her. It 
was all so wonderfully delightful, she sucked in her breath and then exhaled 
in a long, loud yell, letting both Beth and the man fucking her know she was 
climaxing. 

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! A AAAAGGGGG-HHHHH! IIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAA!" 

Every maddening thrust of her new-found lover's driving, surging, 
overwhelming penis was creating a thrilling agony of wondrous delight that 
released pent-up feelings within her that were far stronger than anything 
she had ever previously imagined was inside her. What she was feeling was 
more than an orgasm, although it was very definitely that, too. It was her 
soul feeling freed, letting her know beyond the shadow of a doubt that there 
was indeed a man capable of making her feel all the wonderful thrilling 
things she had despaired of feeling, for none of the men with whom she had 
previously fucked had made her feel like this. 

She jerked and bucked her naked body against the solid form of the man on 
top of her, feeling his massive cock inside her grow huge and become even 
harder, and then the man was gasping, "HHHHUUUUNNNNGG! 
AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 

Hot thick jets of sperm splashed into the teeming depths of her quivering 
belly. His masculine juices mingled with her womanly oils as deep down 
inside the trembling, swooning woman thrills abounded. Her lips curled into 
a smile of satisfaction, realizing she had found the one man capable of 
really making her feel good, and she had no intention of relinquishing him. 
Nor, for that matter, had she any intention of relinquishing her son. 

When her legs finally went limp around the man's hard body, simply flopping 
to either side in order to allow him to withdraw, he remained where he was, 
panting heavily. For the moment she had forgotten just why she had gone 
through with this. 

Therefore she was taken aback a little when she felt additional pressure on 
the bed. Turning her head, she looked up to see not only Martin Conebar, 
panting heavily over her, but beside him was the sweet little pixyish face 
of his lovely daughter. 

Now it all came flooding back to her. She had come here not merely to enjoy 
herself, but to make certain she eventually became Mrs. Martin Conebar. 
Further, the man had to accept the fact that if he wanted the continued use 
of his daughter's cunt, then she had to have the use of her son's cock. 

"Did you folks forget about me?" Beth asked. "In case you have, I'm here to 
let you know I'd like to join in the action. Daddy, I don't think you'll 
object too strenuously, all things considered. How about it?" 

May tried slithering out from beneath Martin's weighty body, but soon 
discovered she was unable to move. That was when she became aware of new 
activity taking place somewhere beneath her. From the look on Martin's face, 
it was obvious the man had no objection to what Beth was doing. In fact, she 
felt the touch of Beth's fingers and realized the lovely young blonde girl 
had gripped her father's scrotum sac in her left hand and she was clasping 
the balls tightly, running her nails into the wrinkled crevices with the 
idea of reactivating his cock, the cock that still lay in the tunnel of her 
sated cunt. 

"Well, what do we have going on here?" May asked, aware of the cock inside 
her already starting to grow a little. "Your daughter really does turn you 
on, doesn't she, Martin?" 

Yes, the massive cock was thickening, swelling, inflating all over again, 
and at the same time the younger female's fingers were now teasing the 
juice-covered lips of May's hot cunt. Beth smiled at the woman lying on her 
back as she remained kneeling on the bed beside the locked-together couple, 
making her presence more and more certainly known. 

The disturbed mother was not the least bit shaken by any of this. After all, 
this had been the plan. Granted, she had wanted Beth to interfere before the 
orgasms, basically because she had been afraid the man might not be capable 
of growing another erection too quickly. However this was something about 
which she needn't have worried. 

Martin's cock was doing just fine in her teeming depths, swelling to the 
perfect thickness all over again. 

Martin's fingers were already tightening on her heaving breasts while he 
turned his head sideways and kissed his daughter solidly on the mouth as if 
they had been lovers all their lives. It was obvious from Beth's response 
that she was accustomed to such kisses. May also heard the continual soft 
gasps of the younger female as the girl's father used his other hand to 
fondle the pink juiciness between Beth's tantalizing young thighs. His first 
hand continued clinging to May's heaving breasts, and she lay there, taking 
it all in, enjoying it, not the least bit ashamed that she was participating 
in yet another kind of incest over and above that which she had indulged in 
with her own son. 

The rock-like length of the mighty cock within her made itself felt all over 
again, and she automatically responded, her cuntwalls clinging to it as she 
realized she was once more becoming delightedly and thrillingly aroused. The 
blonde woman's blood ran hotter than ever, and she knew she was really going 
to enjoy this. 

What a man! He had just come, and he was already growing a new erection, all 
set to fuck her again and at the same time do things with his own daughter. 
This was going to be something, and she was only sorry her son wasn't here 
with his new camera to photograph it all. 

Thrills blistered through her shuddering body, and May knew all the 
wonderful things that were going to happen inside her. She also knew she and 
Beth would become lovers. Right now, all she cared about was the bulbously 
swelling head of her lover's throbbing cock as it continued hotly rubbing 
the tender walls of her delightedly heated feminine channel. 

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, letting the man know he was definitely 
getting to her. 

The wonderful pleasure now once more spreading through her supine body made 
one tantalizing thrill after another reverberate through her. It all felt so 
obscenely delightful, so deliciously wrong, yet so wonderfully good. She was 
aching to once again feel this man's hands caress her breasts and tweak her 
nipples. Her pinkish-brown breast points enlarged and swelled as they rubbed 
against his manly chest, and now, his tongue, driving into her receptive 
mouth, was driving her totally wild. Had it been any other woman, May might 
have thought of her as competition, but Beth was an ally, and Beth's 
presence would serve to make things better. 

Besides, Martin would probably be the one to react when the time came for 
the two women to enjoy May's son together. But that was something the man 
was also going to have to accept. 

Right now, the only thing that really mattered was the delight taking hold 
of her as she felt the man's full length of solidly throbbing penis press 
solidly into the sensitive flesh between the hair-trimmed lips in her 
fulcrum. The penis slowly wormed forward and back, continuing the wondrous 
feelings of charging lust, building a thrilling sense of pleasure that much 
higher. 

"Aaaaannnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud as Martin's feverishly probing tongue 
slipped wetly from the tight confines of her tantalizing mouth and his 
uneven breathing signaled he was not only full hard, completely clogging her 
interior once again, but he was all set to really go at it. 

Above the seemingly helpless, supine woman, Martin realized his dream was 
coming true. He was already accomplishing his most fervid wish-fucking the 
two most desirable women he knew at the same time. The woman beneath him was 
a wonder, and he saw she was accepting his relationship with his daughter. 
What more did any man want? 

His lust-swollen cock remained locked in the tight belly of the lovely May 
Carson, spreading wide the soft pinkness of her tantalizing interior, 
totally filling her to the fullest, while at the same time his extremely 
sensual young daughter moaned and heaved deliriously with satisfaction 
because of the pressure of his driving middle finger, fitted so snugly into 
the narrowness of her girlish channel. His daughter's cunt was pliant, but 
clutching, and he had to admit that in a year or two she would be every bit 
the equal of May Carson when it came to being a totally sensuous female. 
Meanwhile, he continued furiously sawing his finger in and out of the little 
center, enjoying the different feel of his daughter's hot cunt. He loved the 
fact that there were almost no hairs covering her pouting little pink slash 
letting him know how different her cunt was outside, as well as inside, from 
that of May 

Carson. He stared at the pouting loveliness, and rammed his finger in all 
the harder. Beth merely gyrated her loins all the more vibrantly against the 
finger of her father. 

Martin swelled with pride at the thought that the two females were so easily 
able to accept what he was doing to them. It was undeniable that these two 
females were filled with a greater degree of lust than all the little tramps 
he had previously known who had come fucking to him when looking for jobs. 
The two of them were on a par with his dead wife. 

Grunting and beaming with delight, the man slid his cock even deeper into 
the cunt of the woman beneath him, feeling her vaginal channel suck all the 
more hardily on his throbbing penis. Her straining legs widened and once 
again her pussy responded to his hard cock. 

At that point, Beth pulled back, sliding her cunt off her father's nailing 
finger. She made the man rise though his cock was still inside May, and when 
he was straight up, still on his knees, she climbed onto May, straddling the 
older woman's body, pressing her own sensuous cunt solidly against that of 
the older woman. She rubbed back and forth, and their clitorises touched, 
setting off electric sparks in both of them. This made May hump up and down 
all the more rapidly, her vaginal walls clutching the stinging prod of 
Martin Conebar all the more tightly. 

Martin rammed into her, but on each out-stroke, his cock rubbed between the 
succulent lips of his daughter's cunt, and he shuddered, feeling the way her 
inner labia tried nipping at his penile stanchion as if to create the 
feeling he was fucking two cunts with only one cock. He pounded into May 
with all his might, and it was obvious May, who was receiving a decided 
pleasure at the pressure of his cock in her vaginal depths and the tingle of 
a clitoris rubbing against her own, was on her way to her next orgasm. 

"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII! GGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWW!! " she shrieked, crushing the young 
girl against her, kissing Beth solidly on the mouth, her tongue washing 
through the young girl's oral interior. 

Martin, without missing a stroke, yanked his cock from May's seething cunt 
and plunged it into the narrow depths of his daughter's tight little quim. 
God! The immediate difference between their pussies was apparent, andhe 
began plundering his cock back and forth in the fuming interstice. 

Beth felt thrills she had never known before, because as her father 
continued fucking her, she also was aware of the pressure of May's 
over-sensitive clitoris continuing to rub against her own little 
man-in-the-boat. 

May, knowing how good the last orgasm had felt, decided she had to make this 
one good for the young girl. So even though she was sensitive to the point 
of pain, she wrapped her arms tightly around Martin's thighs, pulling him 
down, forcing his cock all the way into his daughter's cunt, and as a 
result, pressing Beth's clitoris all the more vibrantly against her own. She 
bucked up and down, creating friction the like of which was incredible. 

Beth had been on the edge for quite some time now. She would have climaxed 
earlier, had May not walked in when she had, when her father had her bent 
over the coffee table in the living room. Since then she had been on the 
edge, and now she was ready to go over. She bucked back and forth, each 
back-thrust causing her daddy's hard prick to fill her feminine fistula to 
the limit, and then she slammed forward, her clitoris rubbing against that 
of the woman beneath her. 

It became too much for the younger girl, and she began wildly thrashing as 
she screamed, "AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE! UUUUNNNNG-GGGHHHH A AAAGGGGHHHH ... GOOD 
... MORE ... FUCK ... YESSSSSS!" 

Then it was Martin's turn, only this time he came silently, spurting what 
little sperm he had left into his daughter's tight pussy, feeling her walls 
solidly close in around his thrusting organ., He panted, hurled himself in 
again and again, and when he was finally out of seed, he fell forward on top 
of the two women, then rolled off to the side, half asleep from his efforts. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Somehow Martin and May managed to go out that evening, and after seeing a 
show, revitalized themselves with food. Afterward, Martin took her home, and 
when he wanted to come in and give her a good-night fuck, she insisted that 
her son might be awake and that this wouldn't be the right time. 

Martin might have objected had he felt a bit hornier. Granted he was 
aroused, but not as much as he might have been, considering the flurry of 
activity he had enjoyed earlier in the day. He had not yet proposed to May, 
but intended doing so shortly. 

He left her at the front door, then turned to leave. But as he approached 
his car, he was surprised to see Beth waiting for him. 

"Honey," he asked, "is anything wrong?" 

"Wrong?" she shrugged. "Not really. But if you want to see something, just 
wait here for about five minutes." 

"What's going on?" he asked. 

"You'll see," she told her father. 

So for the next five minutes they stood beside his car, and then Beth led 
him around to the back door, which she knew had been purposely left open. 
Martin was curious, but he followed his daughter as she led him inside, 
quietly shutting the door. Then they sneaked through the hallway to the 
stairs, and she led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was open, 
the light in the bedroom was on, and what he saw made his eyeballs pop. 

There, on the bed, on his back, was Morey, and his mother was astride him, 
riding his cock, his white ass-cheeks pumping madly up and down above her 
son's throbbing organ. The mesmerized man saw the glistening sheen of the 
youth's hard cock as it raced into his mother's tight cunt again. 

So now the circle was complete. Morey had fucked Beth, then he had fucked 
Beth. Then he had fucked Morey's mother, and now Morey was fucking his own 
mother. 

"Exciting, huh?" Beth asked, as her hand unzipped her father's fly and she 
pulled his penis out, massaging it and making it stiff. Then her hands were 
taking off his pants, and then removing the rest of his clothing as she said 
to him, "Go on and join them, Dad. After all, I joined in when you were 
fucking her." 

He stared at her winking ass-hole, and he licked his lips. Why not! He had 
fucked his daughter in the ass. Why not skewer this one's rectum while she 
was bouncing on her son's cock. No wonder she didn't want him coming in. She 
had to save some pussy for that kid of hers. Well in a way it was his own 
fault. After all, he had made the kid promise not to screw Beth and then he 
had gone ahead and fucked the girl. 

"Do you love her, daddy?" Beth asked. 

"Yes," he murmured, lust still mounting in him. 

"D'you think you can accept sharing both me and her with Morey?" 

"I don't think it can be any other way," the man replied. 

"Well then, go ahead and let her know you're willing to accept it. Go on and 
fuck her while Morey's fucking her." 

She knelt before her father and sucked the long length of his throbbing cock 
into her mouth, wetting it heavily with her saliva. When she took her 
girlish lips away, his cock seemed to fairly bubble. 

"Now you're all lubricated," she told her father. "Go ahead and really give 
it to her." 

As if he were walking in a dream, Martin stepped through the doorway into 
the bedroom. He silently strode across the carpeted floor his stiffly 
distended organ gripped tightly in his right hand. 

"You sweet depraved person," he said hoarsely as he climbed onto the bed. 
"You're as sick as I am, copulating with your own son while I've been 
fucking my daughter. We belong together, the four of us, and I'm going to 
cement our relationship here and now." 

He seized her wildly churning buttocks and made them remain still. His 
thumbs tugged apart the moons of her ass, revealing the twinkling star of 
her anus. 

May gasped with thrilled delight at the way the man was accepting all this. 
Her body remained loose and ready, her cunt halfway down on her son's 
throbbing cock. Then she was riding down the length of it, feeling it bury 
itself in her simmering center. 

"Now it's my turn," the man said, and without another word, probed with his 
finger into the center of her lovely ass-hole. She yelped in pain, not quite 
prepared for the finger. 

Little by little her rectum relaxed, and Martin began moving his finger 
around and around, widening her ass-hole. Soon now, he would be burying his 
cock in there. 

Morey Carson stared at the man's rigid cock, realizing how well his mother 
had planned everything. Soon now, she would be experiencing the ultimate in 
sex thrills. 

He lay there quietly, determined to let Martin handle this. Ultimately 
everyone would be happier that way. Besides, he had to admit he kind of 
liked the idea of a cock in his mother's ass as he was fucking her cunt. It 
would make her even tighter, inside. 

Martin was once again in complete control of the situation. He had this 
woman at his mercy, and he'd be able to fuck that ass-hole of hers any which 
way he wanted. Suddenly he withdrew his finger from her tight sphincter and 
guided his saliva-coated cockhead toward the panting blonde's quivering 
puckered nether tunnel. A thick drop of seminal oil seeped from the head of 
his cock and coated it. Another drop came out and he used his finger to rub 
it against the woman's ass-hole. Then, with a deep animal groan, the man 
probed forward with his hips, shoving the iron-stiff staff against the 
woman's narrow little rectal opening. 

May felt pain, but it was a wonderful pain. She gasped as the bulbously 
swollen tip pushed relentlessly between her wide-splayed ass-cheeks, the 
force of Martin's solid thrust sending her even further down on the 
shuddering staff already wedged in the tightness of her succulently 
imprisoning cunt. Now all the wonderful, inexplicable thrills began invading 
her, for though she had never been ass-fucked before, she knew she loved 
what she was feeling. The muscles in her anus slowly relaxed, and her 
lover's huge penis slipped ever deeper into the narrow tightness of her 
squeezing, restricting ass-hole. 

"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh aaaannnngggghhhh ... oooonnnngggghhhh ... . yesssss ... 
that'sssss ittttt. . . " she gasped incoherently, thrilling to the pressure 
of the shoving penis as it buried itself deeper and deeper. She loved it! 
She loved it! Two enormous cocks were filling her so wonderfully, so 
delightfully, so thoroughly. 

Martin stared at the delightfully depraved sight of his lady friend's smooth 
white buttocks impaled so lasciviously on the solidly driving length of his 
own shaft, and he had to admit it was one of the most erotic sights he had 
ever seen in his life. Her tightly clenching anal walls, squeezing around 
his cock, made even tighter because of the cock in her cunt, sent 
lightning-like thrills blasting through him. Jesus! This was something. 

Slowly and carefully he sank the cock all the way in, and then just as 
slowly he began withdrawing the penis. He was so filled with the need to 
fuck this ass, there was nothing in the world that would stop him. He had to 
shoot his boiling seminal fluid into the rectal depths of this lovely lady. 
At the same time he was aware he was giving her a load of pleasure, as well. 

May gasped, thrilling to the wonderful pressure of the twin phalluses moving 
in and out of her. Instinctively, her body no longer tense, she allowed her 
rectal muscles to surround and caress the throbbing obtruder as it sank all 
the deeper in the tightness of her squeezing anal passage. 

At the same time, her son's heatedly pulsating prick began wildly fucking in 
and out of her tightly narrow pussy, slamming in with solidly rhythmic 
strokes. She found that in no time at all the flames of desire within her 
had turned to forest fires of wonder as she shuddered to being sandwiched 
between the two men. 

She had to admit she loved having the two cocks pounding in and out of her 
two orifices. In fact, at this point she wished she had a third cock so 
she'd be able to suck on it at the same time. The dually ravished woman felt 
no shame whatsoever, continually bouncing on her son's hard cock while her 
lover's penis continued its constant invasion of her clutching ass-hole. 
Each stroke of the two cocks merely intensified her need for a double 
orgasm. 

She loved it. 

"Go on, Daddy, go on, Morey, both of you," Beth urged. "Go on and fuck her 
really well. When you're finished with her, the two of you are gonna have to 
go to work on me." Her lascivious words cut through all the grunts and 
groans of the writhing trio on the bed. 

"Beth!" the young Morey called out. 

The girl was standing near the head of the bed at the present time, and she 
was in the process of undressing, revealing her own tantalizing young body. 
Soon she was totally naked, and smiling at Morey, she inserted a finger into 
the hairless center of her pussy and began urgently pumping the finger in 
and out. 

May was having the time of her life, loving every little bit of what she was 
feeling. Her enjoyment of the double debasement of her lush young body 
intensified as visions of how she must look to the younger girl filled her 
mind. Two cocks! Two thick, hot penises, both vibrantly masculine were 
pounding in and out of her cunt and ass-hole. Only a thin membrane separated 
them. This was the height of licentious abandonment and she was enjoying 
every last little bit of it. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled at the two men. "Fuck my cunt. . . fuck my 
ass-hole ... fuck me all over ... oh God! Keep fucking me and don't ever 
stop!" she shrieked. 

Beth, feeling herself left out of all this, climbed into the bed at the head 
and soon had her thighs straddling Morey's head with herself facing May. The 
older woman leaned forward and began nibbling on Beth's nipples, while Morey 
filled his mouth with her cuntflesh, sucking on her labia and biting at her 
clitoris, chewing her pink flesh until she was on fire with delight. Beth 
rubbed her pussy back and forth rapidly, slamming her belly up and down, 
feeling the sweet thrills of having a tongue slosh through her vagina while 
someone else's hands were massaging her nipples. At the same time she had an 
unobstructed view, over May's shoulder, of her father's cock going in and 
out of May's tightly narrow rectum. Remembering how good she had felt when 
her father fucked her in the ass only made her that much more aroused. 

It was all too much for Beth, and she gasped, "EEEEYYYYIIII! 
YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... HHHHEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH ... UUNNNGGHHH..." and she came 
wildly, gushes of sticky oils splashing all over Morey's handsome face as 
she rubbed the sticky fluid all over him with her hot labia, pressing them 
into his cheeks and his mouth. 

Her uninhibited orgasm was all that was needed to set off her father, and he 
unleashed what newly manufactured sperm he had into the tightness of May's 
ass as he gasped out his climax. Squirt after squirt of the heavy fluid went 
shooting into May's rectum, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. The 
scalding semen flooded her narrow back passage, running out around his 
deflating cock, oozing down in glistening rivulets between the lovely 
woman's white thighs. 

The orgasm was all that was needed to set May off. A dual climax charged 
through her, and she yelled, "HHHHAAAAIIIl! AAAANNNNGGGG! 
AYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!! " as twin orgasms blossomed in her body for the first 
time-a vaginal one and an anal one. As a result, Morey began shooting his 
load into his mother's cunt, his screams muffled because Beth's cunt had his 
mouth covered. 

Afterward, the four of them fell asleep right there. 

The wedding took place the following Sunday. It was a small affair, with 
some few friends to witness everything, and a minister. It took place in 
Martin's house. May had already moved her things in, as had Morey. There 
were three bedrooms in the house, and so Morey did have his own private 
bedroom, though it was well known he would have little use for it. 

July was coming, and with July would be the hot weather. One thing about the 
Conebar house that Morey liked was the fact that it had central 
air-conditioning. His mother's house only had two air conditioners, one in 
each of the bedrooms where they had slept. 

Martin had offered to bring the kids along on the honeymoon. But Beth wisely 
reminded him that a honeymoon wasn't all sex. It was a time for two people 
to get to know one another in all ways. Even if she and Morey weren't there 
to join in the sexual fun for those two weeks, Beth was sure her father and 
May were inventive enough to enjoy themselves without the need for their 
kids. Besides, when they got back, the kids would be ready and waiting for 
them. 

Martin was astonished at how easily he was able to accept the fact that 
May's son had not only been boffing his mother, but his own daughter. He 
knew now, there would be no way of keeping the boy out of anyone's pants, 
and most certainly not out of Beth's panties, especially since Beth really 
wanted the youth's hard cock. 

Martin gave Morey the keys to his Mark VI and the boy drove him and the 
mother to the airport. Beth was with him, and they saw their parents off. 
Then the two kids returned to the car and Morey slid behind the wheel and 
drove them back to the house. 

Once inside, the two kids cleaned up the small remains of the after-wedding 
party. Then Morey looked at Beth and said, "Y'know, a honeymoon is a great 
idea. As you said, it's a time when two people kinda get to know each other. 
What say you and I have our own honeymoon right here, for the next two 
weeks." 

"Now how did you know what was on my mind?" Beth asked, as she slowly began 
undoing her party dress. 

"I guess it's because we're soulmates," Morey told her. "I mean, I know what 
you're thinking ahead of time, just like you seem to know what I'm thinking 
. " 

"Yes," Beth nodded, as they walked back to the bedroom. "Soul mating is very 
important. I'm glad you and I share such a feeling in common. But the time 
has come for us to forget about the soul for a little while and think about 
our bodies." 

"Honey, I'm with you," Morey smiled, shedding the last of his clothing and 
revealing once again his long, hard cock, a cock that seemed a little longer 
and thicker than the last time. 

Yes, Beth decided, it would definitely be as long and as thick as her 
daddy's cock, and she fell to her knees and swallowed the entire length down 
her throat. 


THE END
