Julie's Immoral Family
 by Linda Jansen


FOREWORD 

It is a national, standing joke that rural America is innocent America. The 
joke, of course, is on everybody. Children on the farm are brought up with 
more sexual knowledge than any city child could ever obtain. They know about 
conception and babies and sex! It can't be hidden. 

What it is that the rural Americans have that is different from their city 
cousins is a sense of sin. Separated by time and space from their neighbors, 
the rural American can indulge in his own perversion to his heart's 
contentment. And if that perversion is condemnation of his neighbor's life 
style, there is no one to tell him he may not do it. 

Religion on the farm has become, in great part, justification of working 
harder than anyone else with fewer pleasures. The reward is heaven. 

This is a book about rural America. Not one which plunges too deeply into 
psyche of country morality, but a book which is concerned with the reality 
of rural sexuality. Right and wrong is not something that can be dictated 
where sex is concerned. Mostly it is a matter of an individual deciding for 
himself what is good or bad, and leaving those decisions for others to 
others. 

THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

I am wet! I am wetting my panties! It was a warm, humid afternoon and 
Julie's forehead sprouted beads of perspiration as she peddled her bicycle 
home. But Julie knew the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with the 
cloud of humidity which hung over the farming town of Braley. The seepage 
running into her panties was thicker and hotter than plain, ordinary sweat. 
And it made her itch too! 

Julie wanted to hop off her bike and pull down her panties and give the 
hairy triangle between her legs a good scratching. But even in a somnolent 
little burg like Braley, such behavior was not condoned and Julie headed 
down the sidewalk which led to the tree-lined park. 

I must hurry! I feel like I'm on fire! Julie had just turned fourteen last 
month and she was smart enough to know that the strange sensation going on 
in her panties was only part of the much larger feeling called sex. She had 
been watching it happen for the past few months as her scrawny body suddenly 
began to ripen like a big succulent pear. 

She had noticed herself in the bathroom mirror each morning, taking great 
satisfaction in the way her hips seemed to swell and her breasts grew. Her 
young, athletic body was an endless source of amusement. She loved sitting 
in the bath tub and rubbing the soapy wash cloth around her fast rising 
nipples until they seemed to glow and make her flesh hot and tingly all 
over. 

It was fun and something for the little girl to do in Braley, for she had no 
friends at school and fondling herself was a pleasant way to pass the long 
afternoons. But the tingling in her crotch was a new experience. She always 
felt herself grow hot and excitable and it usually happened at school or in 
movie house or like now, riding her bike home. 

She was wetting and itching at times when it was impossible to satisfy the 
burning sensation between her legs and Julie wondered why sex, which she was 
sure was the motivating force behind it all, would exhibit itself at such 
embarrassing times. 

The park was less than a block away and Julie was peddling her bike for all 
she was worth. To relieve the terrible burning in her cunt, Julie held her 
knees closely together as she rode, the long-necked bicycle seat rubbing 
deliciously against her panties. Her dress was blowing up revealing her 
wetness to the public's harsh view, but Julie was beyond caring, so excited 
and intense was she. My twat is on fire! she thought, using the word she'd 
read in her step-brother's magazines. It hurts so bad that I might pee-pee 
on myself! 

Her hard peddling paid off as Julie arrived at Nicholson's Park which was 
actually a miniature forest preserve that spread out over a city block in 
Braley and was a favorite playground for the kids. 

Julie rode her bike down the narrow path, clanging the toy bell of the 
handle bars, before darting off on a dirty trail to her favorite hidden spot 
deep in the woods. 

The great, bushy elm tree rose up around her, making Julie feel weak and 
small and helpless in their gigantic presence. Immediately she reached under 
her dress and slipped her hand into the matted clump of pubic hair. 

"Aaaaahhh!! " she groaned, rubbing her little hair forest with the tips of 
her fingers. She squirmed her hips against her hand and closed her blue eyes 
as the hot spasms of joy rushed through her crotch. She rubbed harder and 
harder, feeling her tight, rosy colored nipples throb with the beautiful 
messages of love issued from her cunt. 

Julie had never felt so wet before. The tension centering in her cunt seemed 
to grow hotter all the time and her body became more and more pleasure 
demanding. 

The hot sex explosions drained out the slit in her crotch, as she continued 
her cunt massaging and Julie found a pleasant surprise when her finger 
accidentally brushed against her clitoris. 

"Ohhhh! That's wonderful, that really is!" she groaned, darting her hand 
once more into her bush and stroking the tiny, hard clit button. Her nerves 
seemed to jumped as if electric current were running through her. 

She was flushed with excitement and her thighs began trembling, but Julie 
could not pull her hand away from under her dress. She was fingering her 
clit and rubbing the puffy lips to her cunt and an invisible force seemed to 
keep her hand in place. She groaned and humped her fingers and cried out as 
the throbbing desire was suddenly raising its head everywhere, burning hot 
love trails in her ass-hole, in her tits and even her sweet, darling mouth. 

Her fingers were soaked by her cunt lubricant and by accident she jammed her 
fingers into the soft, juicy cunt slit and tickled the tight, channel walls. 
Oh my, that is something unreal, she thought. She was rubbing very hard, 
bringing herself to a climax as her fingers dripped into her honey pot, then 
rubbed her cunt lips and tickled her clit button. 

"What's happening, what's happening!" she cried. Julie's body was doing all 
sorts of crazy things. Her hips were bucking, and her twat was wetting, and 
her tits ached with desire, and strangled currents of sensation rippled 
through her virgin flesh as she leaned against a tree and squatted down and 
humped her twat against her two thrusting hands. 

"Ohhhhh!" she yelled, wildly excited by her body's new response. Her hands 
rubbed faster and her hips thrust harder and her blood pounded in Julie's 
ears until it all came together in a blinding flash of passion that sent 
Julie reeling to the ground as her body climaxed in its very first orgasm. 

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" She said after her surging desire subsided. She felt 
clean and pure and wildly alive and happy for the first time in her life. 
The slippery, warm lather oozed into her hand and the humid, spring wind 
cooled her fetid crotch. She lay back in the ensuing bliss, bringing her 
hand up absently to her mouth and licking off her cunt juice. "Oh, 
goodness," she said, surprised at the salty pungent taste. Her panties were 
ripped open and hanging on one leg, and, raising her head, she realized her 
new dress was soiled. 

"Mother will spank me," she cried. She got to her feet, throwing the panties 
into the bush and mounted her bicycle. The hard leather seat wedged between 
her naked buttocks as she painfully peddled home. Her cunt's wetness did not 
help any and she tried to keep her butt cheeks closed to prevent the seat 
from digging a channel through her middle. She also had to keep her dress 
down or people on the street would laugh at her. It was still a good mile to 
home and she hoped that her sore cunt would last the journey. "I've got to 
sneak into the house, and change before mommy finds out about my dress," she 
said to herself. "Otherwise, my ass is in a sling." 

By the time Julie rode up to the clapboard farmhouse, the blazing sun was 
beginning to dip towards the horizon as the day was coming to an end. Her 
cunny was dry as bone and the puffy lips opening to her channel hurt 
terribly from the rubbing of the bicycle. She still had to get into the 
house and up to her room without her mother finding out. Julie noticed the 
familiar light blue Chevy in the driveway which belonged to her step-mother 
and she also saw the mail truck parked at the curb. 

"It's awfully late for delivering mail," she said, but she had more 
important things to worry about, as she laid the bike against the storm 
cellar door and carefully opened the screen to the back door. 

Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as she tip-toed across the kitchen 
linoleum when the sound of her mother's harsh voice made her freeze with 
fear. 

"Hurry up, David, I've waited so long for that big cock I could scream," 
said her mother from upstairs. Julie breathed a sigh of relief, for her 
mother had not discovered yet that she was home. But who was she talking to. 

She crossed over to the recreation room and hurriedly shimmied out of her 
dress and into a ragged pair of Levi's and a worn blouse. She was safe, at 
least until the dress was discovered, but Julie wondered what her mother was 
doing. She certainly was yelling loud enough. 

"That's good, Jesus, that's wonderful the way you lick my tits. Aaaah! Jesus 
you can play with my twat any time." 

Twat! Julie felt a stirring between her legs when she heard the familiar 
word. Mother was having sex upstairs in the bedroom, just as she had out in 
the woods. It seemed incredible to her because her father was away in 
Washington and Julie was sure that her mother was not fingering her twat as 
she had done, but was having a man do it for her. 

Julie knew the dangers if her mother caught her, but she had to find out who 
David was. The groaning and moaning and bed spring squeaking strengthened 
the girl's resolve. There was something mysterious and wonderful happening 
upstairs and she was certain it had something to do with sex. Julie mounted 
the stairs softly so as not to disturb her mother and when she saw that the 
bedroom door was closed she didn't get discouraged for there was always the 
upstairs balcony. If she was careful and very silent, Julie could creep out 
her window and follow the balcony around to her mother's window. 

She stepped out onto the rickety old wood planking and was about to turn 
back in fear of getting caught when her mother let out a deep moan, giving 
her the courage to go on. 

Her little heart was beating like a trapped animal inside her chest as Julie 
crawled up to the window sill and peered over the top. 

"AAAAWWWWW!!!" Her mother lay on top of the unmade bed totally nude, her 
globe like breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Julie watched her mother's 
legs which were reared back against her chest and parted open so that her 
mother's hairy cunt hole was exposed. She'd never seen her mother naked 
before and she was seized with envy for her breasts were so big and her twat 
was so wet and furry. 

Between her parted thighs was David, and his head was bent into her mother's 
crotch and his pink tongue was going in and out of her mother's crack. 

"You can eat me anytime," her mother was saying, "you really know how to eat 
pussy. That feels so wonderful when you stab my cunt with your tongue, it 
sends me through the roof." 

Her mother was humping her hips in small rotating circles which, Julie 
reasoned, made David's tongue go deeper into the crotch slit. The air was 
pungent with sex smell and Julie wondered if David was drinking down the 
cunt fluid which drained from her slit. 

Despite her groaning and urgings, David continue lapping at the woman's cunt 
door, tongue fucking her cunt and sensitized clit until she was half out of 
her mind. He liked the congressman's wife because she was in continual need 
of sex and didn't mind at all his dropping by in the afternoon and fucking 
her. 

With her legs rolled, back against her tits, David could fuck her cunt or 
jam his prick up her butt, whatever he so desired. And his cock was hard and 
twitching all ready for some heavy sexing. He moved up on top of her so his 
erection lay between the deep ravine of her buttocks. Hunching his hips in 
slow steady rhythms, David dragged his sex stem through the part in her butt 
cheeks, his cock tracing lightly over her bung hole and cunt slit in one 
steady, continuous movement. 

"That drives me wild when you do that!" cried Julie's mother and indeed it 
did, thought her step-daughter, for her mother's whole body seemed to rise 
off the bed. "Dragging your nuts across my ass. Jesus, you must have the 
sexiest balls of any man in the world." 

"That's only the beginning, Miss Hot Twat," replied David. Julie watched him 
feel her mother's breasts and bring his hands into the V of her legs. 

"I want to fuck you good, baby," he said. "My cock is going to make you come 
all over the place." 

Julie was not sure exactly what he meant until David rose up and she saw the 
raw, red face of his prick. Instantly she felt a lump rise in her throat and 
a tightness knot up in her button-sized cunt. She was amazed at the size and 
thickness of the penis, it was much larger than her step-brother's and it 
stood out straight. 

It obviously excited her mother, for she squirmed under his legs, grabbing 
for the rigid pecker. "Come here, baby, I'm gonna suck that big cock and 
make you come everywhere at once." 

"That's okay, darling," assured David, "we've had enough sucking for today. 
But I will fuck you with this big cock." 

Julie wondered how exactly he was going to do that. He would probably push 
the sausage-like penis into her mother with his hand or maybe both hands and 
then rub her cunt with the shaft. His cock seemed enormous, much too big for 
her puny little hole, and Julie wondered if she would ever be big enough for 
a prick that big. 

"Anything, darling," said her mother. "Just feed that big cock into me and 
I'll make you happy." 

He continued stroking her wet loins. "Keep talking like that, darling. I 
like to hear you talk dirty," he said. The sunlight blazed through the 
window, the sweat pouring from their excited bodies sparkling in the glare. 

"Hurry, do what you want, but hurry," she groaned, her thighs parting as if 
begging for his male sustenance. Julie found it difficult controlling 
herself. Despite the rawness of her own cunt, she felt very excited and as 
her mother writhed under David's domination, Julie felt the wild urge to 
finger her twat again. Sensitive and curious as children are, she wondered 
what David was going to do with his cock. Was he going to stick his big 
stick into her cunt, or did he have something else in mind? Julie realized 
her pleasure box was right where she urinated and she wondered if her mother 
would pee on David's cock if he stuck it inside her. 

"Do it! Dear God, stick it to me just as hard as possible," cried her 
anguished mother, flopping frantically against the springy mattress, her 
cunt striking against the end of his cock. 

"Okay, sweetheart, here's that big cock just the way you want it," he said. 
With deliberate care, he reared back his hips, curling up his strength, her 
cunt now seeping like a deep wound in her crotch and when his cock could no 
longer stand the tension, he thrust forward with a blur of flesh, and a 
glorious sense of relief eased through his tortured flesh as his cock parted 
the inflamed door of her cunt and slid into the heated meat within. 

"AAAIIIEEE!! ! " 

Her scream surprised little Julie and she wondered if David had seriously 
hurt her step-mother. Her firm buttocks rose off the bed as David thrust his 
prick into her cunt folds. 

"Take it! Take this cock, you slut," he snapped, pounding his swollen prick 
into her delighted flesh. "Squeeze your cunt lips! Suck me into your hole!" 

Even from the window, Julie could smell the pungent odor of lovemaking as 
their flesh came together in long, slapping strokes. 

"Oh, God, Yessss!" she groaned. "Keep doing it. Don't stop fucking me!" 

She felt terribly excited watching David stick his cock into her 
step-mother's gooey cunt and she could feel her own wetness and the 
wonderful tension that accompanied it. She reached to the crotch of her 
pants, her wide open eyes never leaving the sight of her step-mother, and 
with two bold fingers, found her groove and stuck them inside her. "Ohhh!" 
she said to herself, for it felt good again to ream her cunny hole. 

The two grown ups on the bed frightened her with the deep animal sounds of 
their lovemaking. 

"Aaarrgh! Deeper ... stick me deeper ... yes! ... good! WONDERFUL!" She was 
humping up and down to the short, darting rhythm of David's cock, her creamy 
hips taking Jus prick deep into her tumescent cunt channel and sucking all 
the hot pleasure from his cock. 

"Bitch! I'll make you come like a goddamn freight train." He grabbed her ass 
cheeks and reared her hips violently upward so his prick thundered down on 
her helpless cunny. She screamed wildly again and their fucking built to a 
crescendo and suddenly her tits seem to go rigid and her back lifted 
mysteriously off the bed and her cunt came alive. "Jesus, I'm coming! Oh, 
Jesus, at last! Oh glorious come! Come!" 

Julie felt a tingle in her channel as her finger worked up a second frothy 
mixture of pleasure. Though the raw skin would hurt later on, Julie was 
enjoying every pleasing stroke of her channel. 

David looked pretty excited to her too as he bounced his cock in and out of 
her mother's snatch. 

"You wanted it, sweetheart," he roared. "Well, it's here. Just the way you 
like it." And his cock pounded out a final love rhythm on her cunt slit 
before the thick fluid boiled into his shaft then shot into her crack. "Ah! 
Ah! Suck up my come, baby!" David felt a surge of relief as his balls 
drained into her cunt, but at the last instant he pulled his dick free and 
spurted a string of semen onto her face. 

"Jesus!" Julie watched the white come shoot from David's cock and splash on 
her mother's lips. 

She thought he was pissing at first, but saw how thick and creamy his cock 
cream was. 

That must be nice, she thought, as her mother licked off his sex sauce and 
lay back on the bed. Julie wanted to stay for more, but she had to get back 
to her room and play it safe. She crawled back along the balcony to her 
room, slipping inside the window and closed it behind her. 

It only occurred to her inside her bedroom that David was actually the 
mailman! That's crazy, she thought, really crazy. The mailman! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Julie couldn't control the shaking in her body. She had watched something 
she shouldn't have. If the man had been daddy, she reasoned, that would have 
been bad enough. But it wasn't. It was a man she had never seen before, a 
perfect stranger, and he was doing that terrible thing on the bed which 
Julie knew was wrong for him to do to a married woman. And especially her 
step-mother, a woman who in the two weeks of her marriage to her father, 
Julie had grown to dislike intensely. 

The sound of movement made her nerves freeze up. She pictured the downstairs 
as she had left it and wondered if her mother would spot the bicycle or the 
soiled dress in the laundry. 

"Oh, right now she probably doesn't care," Julie said to herself, 
remembering how good her own cunny felt. Her step-mother was probably 
feeling so good right this moment, that Julie doubted her presence would be 
detected by her step-mother. 

So she was safe, at least for the time being, and Julie turned her rich 
imagination to the subject of sex. The man in her mother's bed was very 
young and very well built. She had never seen a naked man before and the 
sight of so much, strong, muscular flesh had stimulated her. She wondered if 
daddy would look equally good in bed when compared with this stranger. 

"That's a terrible thing to think about daddy," she said to herself. Her 
father was tall and thin with dark, handsome features and though she rarely 
saw him out of his dark blue suit she imagined him to be as expert in the 
field of sexing as he was at his profession, which was being the congressman 
for his district. 

She was proud of her father and it was not right for her step-mother to be 
going to bed with other men behind his back. There was not much a fourteen 
year old girl could do about her step-mother's ways, but at least daddy 
should know as much as she did, and Julie decided to write the congressman a 
letter. 

Her heart pounded as if she had run a mile, as Julie found a note pad in her 
desk and some envelopes used for sending Valentine's. Having never written a 
letter to her father before, Julie was quite nervous, but she already knew 
what to say to him, as she scrambled through her things looking for a pen. 

"Oh, damn," she said, wishing for once that she could remember to stock her 
desk with paper and writing instruments. She didn't want to go downstairs 
just yet, since her mother and the stranger were still giggling and laughing 
in the other room. 

And that left Kenny's room! When her step-mother and two children moved in 
Julie had been given strict orders not to go into their rooms. Her nipples 
tingled at the thought of doing something she shouldn't, but Julie was not 
discouraged from plunging right ahead. After all, she rationalized, it was 
important that her father knew what was going on at the house while he was 
away. 

Gathering up her determination, young Julie crept out into the hallway and 
tippy-toed down the hallway to Kenny's room and carefully eased the door 
open and walked inside. 

Her step-brother was certainly a slob, she thought. There was dirty clothes, 
and crumpled papers and stacks of junk littering the room. She moved to the 
desk and started looking through the desk drawer for a pen when she was 
distracted by the magazines strew across the bed. 

"Oh, my goodness," she whispered, looking with disbelief at the glossy photo 
covers of the magazines with such titles as "He Man Sex" and "Man's 
Delight." Women in strange contorted positions appeared on the covers and as 
Julie noticed they were all naked except for a few scanty garments. She 
reached for one and flipped through the pages and was she surprised. 

The models were laying back on beds or in various erotic poses and they had 
rich, thick furry pelts between their legs and round, globe sized tits just 
like her step-mother. And some pictures showed men, with big, erect cocks 
like she had witnessed. She didn't know that such magazines even existed and 
her step-brother had dozens of them all spread out on the rumpled bed 
spread. It was obvious that they were all devoted to sex and they showed her 
all kinds of strange, wild things that she would never have thought 
possible. Girls were making love to other girls in one magazine while in 
another the men all seemed to be standing around while two other guys 
covered a girl with their bodies. It was possible to perform sex in hundreds 
of unique and interesting ways, she now realized and it made her happy that 
her step-brother Kenny, only a year older than herself, would know about 
such things. 

As she dropped the last magazine to the bed, Julie realized she was not the 
only person in the room and she froze in place, her body refusing to move 
the slightest bit, as her ears perked at the sound of a voice coming from 
the adjoining bathroom. 

It was Kenny and he was groaning as if he were in some terrible pain. 

"Ohhh, I can't stand it much longer!" Quietly 

Julie put her ear to the closed door and listened. He was moaning something 
awful, but there was another sound too, like the sound of flesh slapping 
against flesh. It was a dull noise, as if he were hitting his fleshy thigh 
with two fingers, but it must hurt, thought Julie to make him groan so loud. 

"Get it on, nowww! I can't take it any longer," Julie wondered if her 
step-brother had perhaps slipped on the bathroom tile and broken his leg, or 
maybe cut his hand or even something worse. Though her better instincts told 
her to go away, Julie's felt drawn towards the door. She had to find out 
what was hurting her step-brother, and turning the door knob she open the 
door just a crack and peeked in. 

"I'm going to burst open," groaned Kenny. "Make something happen or I'll 
burst." To Julie's surprised eyes, her step-brother was not sprawled on the 
tile floor as she had imagined. He was squatting on the toilet seat, his 
pants drooped around his ankles and Julie at first thought he was taking a 
bowel movement or something equally embarrassing and messy. But no, that 
wasn't it. His hand seemed to be pounding the center of his crotch, the 
fingers only a blur of motion really and she wondered why he was hitting 
himself so hard, the flesh slapping-sound now very distinct, and all of this 
really puzzled her mind until she eyed the conical shaped shape rising from 
the center of his crotch. 

"He's got a big one too," she thought, and it indeed was large and thick, 
just like the ones in the magazines. And he was really going at it, she 
thought, her eyes staring with unbearable curiosity, for the shaft was 
getting redder "and redder with every flurry of strokes. 

She watched his buttocks humping forward on the toilet seat and the 
thrusting of his cock into the cunt-softness of his hand, and Julie surmised 
that he enjoyed pounding his penis with such wild abandon. 

"Oh, yes! Here! Right here!" he screamed, and suddenly his hips left the 
seat and the red prick lunged straight towards the door, as if it were 
pointed at her, and Julie almost screamed for the cock appeared to spit at 
her. 

"Coming!" screamed Kenny, as a stream of pus like stuff splashed against the 
door. Julie closed the door hurriedly, and ran away as fast as she could. 
She had been spying and Kenny might really get upset. She had seen the white 
stuff hit the door with such force that it surprised her. "Coming," she 
whispered to herself, that's what he called it. And she remembered that the 
stranger had used the very same words when her mommy was so excited on the 
bed. 

Perhaps, this coming was not so bad, she reasoned. Certainly her mother and 
step-brother didn't think so, they actually seemed to enjoy it. Whatever it 
was she would have to learn more about this coming, even if it meant reading 
the silly books of her step-brother or spying on her step-mother. One way or 
another she was going to learn why this "coming" made her new family do 
crazy things. Just as soon as she wrote her father a letter telling him 
about the strange man in mother's bedroom. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Dear Congressman, Hi daddy, it's me! I like to call you congressman because 
I know you like your official title and I like to make you happy. I really 
do! Life is okay here. I've really been trying hard to like my step-mother, 
Mrs. Margaret Williams, but she acts so very strange to me. She doesn't love 
me like my real mommy. Why did my real mommy have to die, daddy. I know I'm 
not supposed to ask, but I did anyway so there. 

Anyway Margaret has a friend called David and I think you should know about 
him because they were in your bedroom hugging and kissing each other like 
really close friends. And neither had their clothes on. And they did other 
things like I've seen in my step-brother's magazines and they got very hot 
and excited. I could tell because they sweated so much. Maybe this is what 
grown-ups do, but I didn't think they should be carrying on without at least 
you knowing about it. Oh, yes, they said twat and other words like that a 
lot. And were they swearing a blue streak! Anyway that's about all I have to 
say except that I'm going to be seeing you real soon in Washington. That's 
right, isn't it wonderful. The school is taking a trip to Washington to see 
all the beautiful buildings and stuff because our nation is having a 
birthday. So love, I gotta go and I'll see you soon. 

Love, Julie 

Not having written many letters, Julie found saying exactly what was on her 
troubled mind difficult. She hoped that her father would understand she 
cared about him and might get home for a visit more often. 

She finished off the letter with a big sprawling signature and, having 
folded up the stationary and tucked it into the envelope, she wrote 
"Congressman Williams, Washington, D.C." across the front. And then for 
special emphasis so those old fuddy duddies at the post office got the hint, 
she scrawled "Extra Urgent" in the lower corner. She put a stamp on the 
envelope and with a great deal of pride deposited her first letter into the 
mail box. 

Then, with a clear conscience, Julie returned to her room. And just in time, 
for the mailman was coming down the stairs. He walked slowly and was slumped 
over and Julie guessed he was still tired from the little episode with 
mommy. 

Julie went to her bedroom door and slowly took off her clothes, for her cunt 
was still quite sore from the day's excitement, and like the curious child 
that she was, Julie turned her mind to the magazines strewn across her 
step-brother's bed. He knew more about sex then she did. Certainly he looked 
happy in the bathroom playing with that hard, red thing between his legs. As 
she lay back, inviting the dark world of her unconscious mind to intervene, 
Julie wondered what a "dick" felt like against her skin. And perhaps, more 
important, what it felt like between her own two scrawny legs. 

If her step-mother Margaret was cold and at times unloving, she atoned for 
her emotional sins when it came time for dinner. For she was a wonderful 
cook and Julie could hardly restrain herself when the platters of chicken 
and gravy and mashed potatoes and green peas were passed around. 

As the youngest family member, Julie sat at the far end of the dinner table, 
but there was always plenty of food. She licked her lips with anticipation 
as the chicken was passed down. She loaded her plate with goodies. 

"Mother, I want to begin, now!" said Sherri impatiently. Her step-sister was 
always in a hurry to go somewhere, but Mrs. Williams was old fashion and 
refused to begin eating until everyone had food. 

"Big deal," said Kenny, piling peas on his plate. 

"So you have a date tonight." 

"You shut your mouth, Kenny," shouted Sherri. She threw her napkin on the 
table and appeared ready to jump on him right at the table and beat him with 
her fists. 

"Children!" said Mrs. Williams. "This is no way to behave before your 
youngest sister." She turned and stared intently at Julie. "Let's show some 
manners." 

"But I have a date," replied Sherri. "With David Ragen. We're going to the 
movies." 

From outside the window came the shrill noise of a car horn. 

"He's here!" yelled Sherri, the ring of surprise in her voice. "And I'm not 
even ready!" 

"You're not going to the movies," said Kenny, taking the attack to her. "I 
know where you're going. I know and I'll tell." 

"You say one word..." screamed Sherri. And only the knocking at the door 
saved them from having a row right there. Julie was just watching them, 
curious at who Sherri's date was and where they were going. She had the 
eerie suspicion that not everything was right and when Sherri rose from the 
table to answer the door, she had the urge to ask Kenny what her sister was 
up to. 

Julie had no idea who David Ragen was, but she almost cried out loud when he 
came to the table and was introduced to the family. IT WAS THE 

POSTMAN, THE MAN SHE HAD SEEN IN BED WITH HER STEP-MOTHER! Julie was too 
shocked for words and when introduced to him, she could not move a muscle. 
Julie thought her eyes might fall out. It couldn't be the same man. 

"Would you care for something to eat?" said Mrs. Williams, ladling out a 
heaping portion of vegetable onto her plate. 

"No thank you, Mrs. Williams," he answered. "Actually, with your permission, 
I would like to take your daughter to the movies. The show starts in a few 
minutes." 

"But," said Kenny. 

His mother cut him off in mid-sentence. "You have my permission David. Now 
run along and have a good time." 

Julie watched them acting out much different roles than the ones she had 
witnessed that afternoon. She blinked hard and wondered if she were wrong, 
that this was a different David. It would be easy to believe such a mistake, 
but just as they were leaving David looked over at her, and his chilling 
blue eyes looked right through Julie. David was their mailman and he was the 
lover of her step-mother and step-sister. 

She followed them as they left the house and then Mrs. Williams spoke. "Now 
Kenny, I've told you not to interrupt," she said. "It's impolite and not the 
right behavior for the son of a congressman!" 

Kenny apologized and rose from the table to clear dishes. But Julie was so 
curious to know more about her sister and the stranger David that she got up 
and followed Kenny to the kitchen. Once away from Margaret, she pestered her 
step-brother until he finally told her. 

"They don't go to the movies," he explained. "That isn't what interests 
them." 

"Oh," said Julie. 

"They drive around for awhile," said Kenny, "then they park the car over at 
the park and walk through the forest preserve." 

"Oh, by the house," she asked, remembering that only that afternoon she had 
leaned against a tree and felt the first, feminine urgings of her cunt reach 
fulfillment. Would they go to her spot in the woods! Would they find her 
panties? The odds seemed incredible, but it made her young mind teem with 
wild possibilities. 

"That's the one," he said. "I followed them once on my bike. Sis goes into 
the woods with David and they walk around for awhile then they ... well, 
they do some funny things." 

"Like what?" she asked trying to conceal her excitement. "Tell me, tell me." 

What had started as a mild curiosity was now throbbing desire that demanded 
satisfaction. She would not stop until she knew everything about 

David Ragen. 

A smile spread across her step-brother's face as if he understood her wants 
and was willing to join her conspiracy. 

"Come on," he whispered. "Let's hurry with these dishes and I'll take you 
there and show you." 

The wind was cold for that time of year, but Julie was not concerned with 
the biting edge of the raw weather, that cut through her blouse and raised 
goose bumps on her small tit mounds. She was on her bicycle again, pumping 
the pedals furiously to keep up with Kenny as they neared the tiny forest 
preserve. Their clothes were darkened and did not reflect the illumination 
of the street lights, nor the intense glow of the full moon. 

Julie was giddy with excitement for already they were at the park grounds 
and her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the faint outlines of a car in 
the parking lot. 

"Hurry up," warned Kenny. He locked the rear brake and skidded to a halt. He 
was bigger and stronger and older than Julie and it frustrated him to have 
to wait for her. When she finally came to the place where he had stopped, 
Kenny could see that sweat pouring out from her forehead and her tiny chest 
heaving for oxygen. 

"Now we have to be very quiet," he cautioned her. "Otherwise, we're in deep 
trouble if we're caught." 

Julie nodded obediently. They began walking through the soft earth, their 
footsteps soundless as they went deeper into the woods. 

Julie felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. She realized 
for the first time that her private world spent under these towering trees 
was an illusion for thousands of Braley citizens used the park and the 
forest preserve. For all she knew half a dozen persons could have been 
watching her in the afternoon while she discovered her womanhood under the 
elm tree. 

"Hear it! Can you hear them!" he whispered to her. She cupped her ear and 
listened. For an instant only the cooing of owls and other birds of the 
night were distinguishable. But over the lilting sound of their bird came 
the sound of other animals. Julie recognized the deep groaning noises as 
those belonging to her sister. 

"Hurry! They're doing it," snapped Kenny. They moved closer, this time 
leaving the cement trails and going into the bush. Julie was so frightened 
at making a noise that she almost turned back. Then Kenny's arm grabbed her, 
and she looked. 

Not more than twenty feet away was her sister's half naked body laying on 
the ground. The moon bathed her skin soft light and she squirmed like a 
night creature rising up out of the earth. David was resting on his knees 
and she could see the firm cock shaft sticking out in front of him. 

"Shit, don't play games, honey," he snapped. I've had a lot of girls and I 
can recognize one coming into heat." He fondled her globe like breasts and 
flicked the nipples until she groaned. "I know when a girl needs to be 
fucked. Hell, you give off a fuck smell like any other animal in nature and 
just cause you wear clothes don't make you no different." 

Julie was watching Sherri as she twisted and turned on the ground. She was 
resisting his advances, but not really fighting him off. 

"You can start sucking my cock, sweet mouth," grinned David. He moved his 
hips across her chest and stuck his prick right in front of her trembling 
lips. 

"No ... please," Sherri moaned. "I know other girls do that, but I just 
can't ... it's disgusting!" 

"Nothing is disgusting about sex," he snapped. "You want a fucking and my 
cock's going to give you one hell of a balling. But first it needs a little 
priming in your mouth." 

Sherri whimpered as the man gripped her cheeks and threw back her mouth and 
then jammed her cock into her parted lips. "Good healthy sucking. You need 
more sucking and less" sex hang-ups. I have a notion to shoot my wad right 
down your throat! I bet that would really repulse you, wouldn't it. A 
mouthful of come juice would really set you straight." 

For several long moments it was dead silence in the woods. Just the deeply 
sucking noises of Sherri's mouth around David's cock and that was enough to 
make Julie feel hot and tempestuous all over again. 

She bit her lips and wondered what she would do if David were to rip her 
clothes off and stand over her helpless body and force iced her mouth with 
cock. It was a challenging thought and one with no easy answers as she stood 
petrified while the brutal act of sex continued before her open eyes. She 
was vaguely aware of Kenny beside her and he seemed to be as jittery and 
nervous as she was. 

Kenny suddenly slipped an arm around her and drew her closer as David yanked 
his cock from Sherri's lips and waved his spit glistening penis before her 
gasping mouth, working his way down her fluttering flesh until his hard 
penis lay on top of her cunt. 

"Oh, baby!" she moaned. "You really turn me on with your sexy ways. I need 
you, I need a man ... down there ... inside me ... please, put it inside me 
now!" 

"Just what I'm planning on," he answered, yanking her thighs apart. "That 
was some nice head you gave me, virgin mouth. And you'll see how that 
sucking and licking makes fucking so much more fun. I'll send you through 
the roof." 

And without further words, David looped his cock at the mouth of Sherri's 
cunt, stabbing her wet cunt lips with playful jabs, and when she screamed 
for him to get his manhood inside her, he did not hesitate, but roared back 
his hips and let his prick race into her greased fuck-hole. 

"Agggghhhh sweet darling!" Sherri groaned as healthy prick meat swished 
inside her luxurious channel. "Oooo! You're good, so wonderful ... God!! " 

Julie listened to the girl's impassioned pleading and wondered if sex could 
be as exciting as the two lovers made it out to be. Sherri seemed half crazy 
die way she moaned and humped up and down as if the cock inside her cunt 
hole was making her act that way. 

She was also very much aware of Kenny's strong arm on her shoulder and that 
his fingers were sliding down along the small breast bumps on her chest. 
Julie tried moving away, but his powerful grip confined her. If she 
protested too strongly, there was always the chance of being discovered, and 
that she didn't want to happen. So she resisted only a little bit when his 
fingers found her breasts and began stroking her nipples in a very 
passionate way. She set her teeth but found it difficult to resist his 
tender persuasion. Julie actually enjoyed the teasing sensation pounding in 
her breast. In fact the feel of his fingers toying with his rigid nipples 
really turned her on! 

Kenny was not wasting energy as he groaned and wormed around, barely 
containing the primal urgencies of his adolescent body. Julie felt his chest 
shaking against her own excited flesh. He could not sit still and watch his 
sister sexing on the ground. 

"Ohhhh! Faster, darling. Wedge your cock in and fuck me faster," screamed 
Sherri, the terrible unquenchable fires burning in her cunt. "Get it in! 
Stick it in! In! IN!! ! " 

She made guttural sounds deep in her throat as she dug her nails into 
David's muscular shoulders and lifted her pelvis up around his pounding sex 
stem. 

"Ready for my sex! Want my cock shooting bullets in your cunt!" screamed 
David into her ear. She writhed around on the ground, her whole body 
swirling in continuous movement as his dick plugged her rapidly climaxing 
cunt. "More stroking, that's what you really need. More prick strokes 
jamming your cunny." 

Julie felt a spasm within her own vagina as her small tit mounds glowed with 
a pleasurable warmth. She looked over at Kenny, a smile bursting across her 
innocent face, pleased as punch that she felt so wonderful inside. But Kenny 
was in a more agitated state. Sweat poured from his milky white skin and his 
lips were mumbling incoherent words. Julie wondered if he was having a 
mental fit or something equally unusual, when she looked down and saw the 
object of his excitement. For his pants were unzipped and his boyish cock 
stood out fully erect, a long, straight sex instrument that appeared to glow 
in the soft moonlight. His hand trembled as it traversed the shaft's length, 
moving up and down with robot-like movement. 

"Please ... please ... help me," he asked Julie, pulling her closer and 
rubbing her hard nipples with more passion than she thought possible. "I 
need you ... need someone ... Help me!" 

His urgent cries would have been overheard if his sister were not drowning 
out his pleas with her own groans and grunts. 

"I'm there ... almost there ... hurrrry!" she yelled at David pumping her 
muscular thighs and taking his bulging prick deep inside her vagina. 

Julie turned from the heated scene of her step-sister raising her ass cheeks 
off the ground to receive David's thrusting, to the hard shaft quivering 
before her grasp. "Oh, do it, Julie ... go ahead touch me," Kenny said. 

Julie was so surprised by all the sexy things going on around her that she 
didn't know what to do. Her hand crept toward the cock only to pull away at 
the last instant. She wanted to touch his cock, her curiosity, not to 
mention her inner voice told her to touch the shaft, to see what it was 
really like. Her hand crept down on the white shaft and her finger touched 
the skin, moving from the wedge shaped head down to the stem base surrounded 
by pubic hair. 

"Commingggg! ... AAAAIIIEEE! ... COMING!! " screamed Sherri flailing her 
hips in great pumping strokes as David yelled himself and hot his cock cream 
into her cunny. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" 

Kenny was groaning as Julie touched him. She realized that her hand must 
feel good on his prick. She gripped him more tightly and ran her hand up and 
down the shaft as she had seen Kenny do in the bathroom. She jerked his cock 
with increasing speed. She could feel the heat emanate from the skin as his 
hips hunched forward and the shaft flashed in the glowing moonlight tensing 
up and letting loose. Spurt after spurt of white come jetted from the prick 
head. It leapt out into the darkness and Julie was elated as she felt the 
vibrations of Kenny's climax against her hand. She enjoyed making her 
step-brother come. It really was exciting. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It had been two weeks and still there was no answer from her father. Julie 
wondered if the daily activity of running the country had tied him up. This 
had never happened before, she thought. At least his secretary would send 
her letter telling her how much her father loved her. 

There were times, she told herself, that grown ups acted more like children 
than children did. "Anyway," she said. "I'll be seeing him soon enough when 
our class goes to Washington next week." 

Because she was young and knew next to nothing about the real world, Julie 
was looking forward to the Washington trip. She was thrilled at the prospect 
of seeing stuff like the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. She 
would meet her daddy's congressional buddies and maybe, if she was a real 
good girl she might be introduced to the President. She wanted to very much 
meet the President who her father respected so much. She had seen on 
television where the President had accidentally fallen down the White 

House stairs and broken both legs and Julie reasoned that the President 
might want some company after such a nasty fall. 

Julie waited impatiently for the final bell to ring before she jumped up 
from her desk and hurried out the school house doors. 

"Hey, Julie where are you going?" said a familiar voice behind her. She 
whirled and saw her friend Mark Dickson running after her. "You want to play 
baseball or something! We can get a game going." 

Julie wanted to hang around the school yard with Mark. He was two years 
older than she, but because he had to stay back a year in school, Mark was 
only one grade ahead of her. They had met, as children will, at the bicycle 
rack where he helped her with a stubborn lock chain. Now they seemed to run 
into each other quite a lot and frankly Julie didn't mind. She liked him and 
felt warm and cuddly inside when he was near. 

"Oh, Mark I want to," she began, "but mother wants me home early this week." 

"Your mother is a creep," he said flatly, not trying to hide his 
displeasure. "She treats you like a little girl!" 

And Julie couldn't argue with him there. Her step-mother had been acting 
strange with her all right. And there were other things that she didn't like 
about the family. "I promise that I will some other time." Her deep feelings 
for Mark Dickson began to exhibit themselves as her face turned bright 
crimson. 

Mark grabbed her arms and gave her a hurried kiss on the cheek. "It's all 
right to blush around me, sweetie. I'll see you later." 

He turned and started to run off then turned back at her unexpectedly and 
said as a mock warning, "And don't let your old man pass any laws about 
teenage driving. I get my car next week." And then he was off, running hard 
around the building and Julie watched, her breast pounding with strange 
sensations as he disappeared. 

She rode her bicycle around the back door and was pleased to discover that 
her mother was not home. Margaret had been absent quite frequently and she 
wasn't going to argue. Her mother could be a real grouch at times. 

In the refrigerator was some milk and jell-o which she took down and made a 
big sloppy dessert for herself. Placing the tasty treat before her, Julie 
dug in, raising a spoonful of the gelatin mixture to her lips and letting it 
slide down her throat. 

"Hmmmmmm! That looks good," laughed her step-brother Kenny. He walked in, 
wearing only his boxer underwear and Julie could see his genitals through 
the front panel slit. "If you let me have a bit, I'll give you another 
dessert to munch on." 

"You sometimes amaze me, Kenny," she snapped trying unsuccessfully to ignore 
him. "You're really disgusting." 

"You didn't think so last week," he said proudly. "Besides, I know you 
watched me beat off in the John." 

"That's not true!" she shouted defensively. "Only once and that was by 
accident." 

Julie was shocked senseless because until then she had no idea that Kenny 
had seen her at the door. 

"Why didn't you do something," she protested. "Yell, or tell me to go away. 
That's what I would have done instead of..." Her voice trailed off into 
indecision. What would she have done? 

"Go ahead, instead of what," taunted Kenny. He moved closer hugging her 
shoulders with his arm and pressing his boxer undershorts against her side. 
"I didn't ask you to go away because I wanted you to see me beating off. I 
wanted it because I knew you'd enjoy it." 

"That's a lie, Kenny," she snapped, but her voice lost its hard edge, her 
protestations sounding tame and unconvincing. Because she really had enjoyed 
watching him do that crazy flogging of his cock. It was her first time 
viewing a man's penis and since it was new and different her curiosity was 
naturally aroused. 

But Kenny saw the experience differently or at least he wanted her to see 
things in a different light. 

"Here," he said, snapping his cock out from the underwear slit, "just look 
at my cock." 

Julie squirmed in her seat and tried looking away from her step-brother. Why 
was he doing this to her, she thought, he must be mentally sick. She could 
get up anytime and run away and probably that would have ended her 
step-brother's rude advances. She looked unblinkingly at the penis; it 
drooped from his shorts like a short rubber hose, twitching about as if 
slowly awakening from a deep sleep. 

Julie resisted the urge to touch the milky white shaft. A new flush of 
embarrassment spread across her face. She was unsure of her emotions; part 
of her mind told her to flee while another part urged her onward. Since 
their night in the forest preserve, Julie looked at sex from a new vantage 
point. The shock waves of seeing people groaning and carrying on like wild 
beasts now seemed normal behavior. At times it was even exciting behavior. 

The cock was rising fast as Julie watched, the thick head rising up and 
blood pounded through the veiny sex stem. Julie was breathing heavily and 
the pounding in her chest matched the growing sex beats in Kenny's prick. 

"I'm getting big, look at me," he said gleefully as his penis rose to full 
erection. like any woman watching a man flex his sex tool, Julie became 
excited. She had watched his cock and felt it with her hand and she no 
longer felt alien or strange in its company. 

"Please, Julie, touch me! ... touch my cock," Kenny was begging her and 
before she fully realized what she was doing, Julie reached and touched the 
raw pecker skin, rubbing it gently with her fingertips. 

"Touch me harder, Julie, work the skin until I'm really excited." He thrust 
his hips toward her face and Julie responded by obeying him, moving her 
fingers sensually along the taut skin, increasing the prickling sensation in 
the cock muscles by tickling and pulling on his sex. 

"Yesss! Oh, baby sister you're so good," he cried, enjoying the sweet 
embrace of his sister's hand-job. "I love the way you jerk my cock. It makes 
my hot jism boil up." 

Julie giggled at her brother's nonsense talk. She was fascinated by his cock 
and the ability to make it rise and fall at will and she enjoyed doing this 
little chore for him. However when he stopped groaning and turned his prick 
directly towards her, she felt a charge of electricity run up and down her 
spine. Something entirely different was about to happen. 

"I want you to keep jerking me off," he said matter-of-factly, "but as much 
as I like your hand, I want you to jerk me off differently..." 

Julie was not following his line of thought. She wasn't, that is, until he 
advanced on her face. "In your mouth, that's where it feels really good. In 
your mouth so you can suck and lick my prick." 

Oh God! Not there ... that seems so ... awful! Kenny was holding her face 
steady while Julie tried desperately to wiggle from his grasp for he was 
going too far with the sex game. He pushed the rigid prick against her lips 
and when she edged her face away, he kept up the frantic pace, pushing prick 
meat in her lips, against her nose, everywhere to get her used to his shaft. 

"Julie, it will feel good, really it will," he coaxed her, hunching his 
prick against her face. "Remember sis ... how sis loved eating cock ... she 
loved eating cock ... all women do!" 

She felt a lump grow in her throat and for a minute Julie thought she might 
cry. Her tortured mind swirled with ill-defined thoughts for she no longer 
trusted her instincts and wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. The lump 
made her cough, a brief gagging sensation really, but it was all the time 
that Kenny needed. His lips plunged forward and his shaft jammed her spit 
filled mouth. 

"Good, honey. Work your mouth juices around the cock," he said. "I'm gonna 
fuck-your face and you'll really be turned on by the sensation. It's really 
a far-out sex trip." 

The tears of indecision poured from her eyes, but Julie heeded his commands 
and sucked on the long prick flashing in and out of her mouth. 

Kenny was right at home stroking her face with his sex stem. He knew how to 
move the shaft against her teeth and along her tongue and finally letting go 
and jamming her face with prick meat. And because he didn't force feed her 
face all at once, Julie's embarrassment and grief was quickly turned into 
sexual longing. The shaft was not bad tasting, she told herself, licking and 
sucking the trapped invader. In fact she was turned on by the stirrings of 
his manhood plummeting the depths of her mouth. 

"You keep doing that," commanded Kenny. "Imagine that, my baby sister is a 
king hell cock sucker." 

Whatever inhibitions Julie might have had about oral sex, were quickly 
discarded. Once performing the sex act, she went right to work, pleasing her 
mate and herself. She anticipated his male urgencies and when his stroking 
increased, Julie clamped down with her lips and sucked harder on the 
pulsating flesh. 

"Do it! ... DO IT!! " screamed Kenny. He was not content to stick her face a 
few times and shoot his load. He really loved the feeling fellatio gave and 
as he gripped her face to steady her mouth, Kenny rolled his hips and let 
the shaft enter her slippery mouth channel with a variety of tantalizing 
strokes. 

His big cock fished around the moist hole in her face, probing the girl's 
tongue, touching her teeth and palate ... sticking everywhere that sensual 
pleasure seemed to hide. 

"Boy, oh, boy, is my pecker hot," he groaned, his hips now short stroking 
for maximum sex. Her saliva ran freely from her lips and covered his shaft 
and his pubic thatch with its slippery hot message of satisfaction. 

The come was boiling inside his scrotum like hot paste and the harder he 
pumped her innocent face, the more come surged to his prick shaft, waiting 
to explode out into the girl's cunt mouth. 

He's so big. His cock is twice the size when I frig him, thought Julie. Her 
hands had snaked around his waist and now grabbed his ass cheeks as the two 
lovers rapidly reached their sexual climax. 

He promised her that his semen would fill her face and she wondered, now 
that her fear of such raw sexual things had passed, what hot come would 
taste like. It seemed very thick and sticky like vaseline and it could 
easily stick to her throat like spit or phlegm. 

"okay, sweetheart, ready yourself, this is the big one," he cautioned, 
pumping his hips with blinding speed. Julie heard him scream and she 
tightened her grip on his ass cheeks as his body suddenly tightened into a 
shaft of steel and his enormous cock stuttered at the opening of her lips 
before plunging into her face and filling her mouth with hot semen. 

"Aaaaaaahhhh!! ! Feel it! Feeeeel it!" he shouted pumping his spirited cock 
into her sucking mouth. He felt good and his body felt alive and 
surprisingly strong as his sperm shot down Julie's mouth and into the 
undulating channel of her throat. 

There was sperm seed everywhere for Julie and some even slipped out of her 
sucking lips as she tried to drink down every drop of his manhood. He 
drained his balls into her throat and she drenched herself with his nectar 
closing her tearing eyes, and gasping for air as the hot jizz filled her 
stomach. 

"Oh, my darling, you are indeed beautiful," her step-brother was saying, but 
Julie was lost in her own post-sex reverie. She was already wondering, 
though her conscious mind refused to admit such things, what his spurting 
cock would feel like in between her shaking legs, the very heart of her 
sexual longing. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Julie slumped back in the chair, her face showing the exhaustion of her 
ordeal, was hung down against her chest. She remained motionless for several 
minutes longer, breathing deeply through her nose and trying to figure out 
the weird relationship she had with Kenny. Sex with her step-brother. It 
seemed twisted and wrong, yet they weren't actually brother and sister. 
Their relation was much different and she doubted if there was anything 
wrong, at least from a legal standpoint, in what they were doing. 

She raised her head and licked the dried strings of come from her lips. His 
seed had sprayed everywhere and she rose without a sound and stepped to the 
kitchen sink to wash her face. 

"How did it taste?" asked Kenny. He was still seated on the kitchen table, 
his limp cock hanging out from the panel slit a limp symbol of victory. 
"Were you excited by the come in your mouth. You sure acted excited the way 
you sucked me off." 

Julie continued her washing, trying to ignore him. The "rubbery taste of 
jism stuck to her throat like glue. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just 
very different from anything she had previously experienced. She had enjoyed 
the cocksucking after getting the swing of it. But her body had not shivered 
with thundering passion as it had when she fingered her hairy cunt box that 
day in the woods. That sensation was the real meaning of sex; the 
cocksucking and pecker jerking was nice, pleasant ways to satisfy a man. And 
she couldn't help wondering what the prick which had so expertly sodomized 
her mouth would feel like buried between those sensitive cunt lips? 

"You're not answering me," said Kenny. "You liked it, tell me you like it 
fine." 

"I thought it was all right," she answered truthfully. "It was good ... nice 
... I enjoyed myself." 

"But you want more," enjoined Kenny. "You want sex where it makes you 
burning hot, right? You want it between your legs?" 

Julie donned a cool mask of indifference, a thin, protective veneer that 
tried to suppress her pent up desires. That really was what turned her on-a 
male penis wedged between her thighs that would make her hump, and scream, 
and beg for his male seed. 

She wanted good sex, and her increased desires pressed her onward. Through a 
dream-like haze she floated towards Kenny and averting her eyes from his red 
hot stare, dipped her hands down to his genitals. 

"Is he dead or just sleeping?" she asked innocently about the drooping 
penis. She reached for the conical head and pressed the soft skin with her 
fingers. Immediately the paunchy flesh hardened and the shaft flickered 
without warning. 

Kenny was jubilant. Although a good half hour had passed, it seemed like 
only seconds ago that he'd shot his load down Julie's throat. Now she was 
massaging his sex stem once more, pumping life into the limp noodle of a 
cock, which could only mean she wanted more sexy stuff for herself. 

"You want a good fucking don't you, little sister," he said. The girl 
responded only by her continued massaging of his penis and testicles. She 
rolled his big, hairy balls between her fingers and jerked the shaft 
expertly. 

"Well, isn't it?" he snapped, pulling her face up so her eyes looked into 
his. Her eyes stared with an intensity he'd never seen before and her chest 
was gasping for air. 

"Promise it won't hurt," she answered. "I don't want you to get rough my 
first time." 

Oh, Jesus, she's a live one and ready for the hook! He cuddled Julie in his 
arms and began exciting her flesh with slow, rhythmic sex moves. His hands 
explored her fast developing body, the fingers gently rubbing her cupcake 
size tits, then slowly working their way down to her velvet lined thighs and 
the soft slit laying between them. 

"Oooooo! Darling, that's so wonderful," she whispered, grinding her young, 
teenage hips against his exploring hand. She continued humping her sex mound 
against him as she manipulated his penis. 

Julie could not contain the wild passion in her love channel and her body 
begged for greater amounts of sex and when Kenny brought his lips down on 
her hardened nipples, Julie nearly went through the roof! 

"Oh God that's heavenly," she groaned, as his prying fingers found, new, 
uncharted regions of her lusting anatomy. Kenny would not let her loose, but 
continued sucking her titties and probing the moist slit between her thighs. 

"That makes me so bubbly inside," she gasped, as his finger found her 
pleasure button and stroked the tip into a frenzy. "Oh, don't stop that, not 
now!" 

She moaned as his rigid fingers raced in and out of her tight, wetting cunt 
slit. He continued to suck her nipples while he tried widening her little 
hole and as Julie humped against her intruding hand, Kenny could feel the 
cunt walls blossom open like a flower. 

She's so goddamn tight, it's a wonder she can pee! He worked her hole until 
all her lubricant gushed out into his hand, then he left her and grabbed a 
bottle of cooking oil and poured a generous amount over her crotch. 

"Wowie!" she exclaimed as the hot oil ran down her cunt thatch and down 
around her ass cheeks. Some oil managed to slip into the ravine parting her 
butt cheeks and she could feel it squishing around as she humped his 
adventurous hand. 

"Fried cock!" he said. "Your cunny's so hot it's going to fry my pecker." 

Kenny was babbling on sounding like a fool, but she didn't care as long as 
he fondled her tits and greased her sex hole with oils. She was going to get 
a good fucking and Julie was so excited by the prospect that she almost came 
right then. "Hurry! Go on, stick it in me, there's room, I just know there 
is!" She was really hot for fucking, but Kenny kept lubing her hole and 
sucking her titties until she was no longer asking for sex, but actually 
begging him to take her ripe, fourteen year old cherry from her. 

His cock was thick and hard, all tensed up and ready for deep penetration. 
With his hand buried into her skinny ass-cheeks, Kenny pulled the nymph down 
to the edge of the table so he could stick his cock into her pussy standing 
up. Her greasy cunt hole glared up at him, emitting a pungent sex odor that 
stimulated his pounding balls. He was going to take her right there on the 
table, in the middle of a giant pool of cooking grease, standing up. 

"Ready, sweetheart, here comes your very first," he said. "I'll go very 
slow, inching into your cunt letting you get used to my cock." With 
deliberate care, Kenny drew back his hips and straining his sexual desire to 
the limits, brought his fierce club to the girl's parted cunt slit. 

"Yaaaaa! IT HURTS!" Julie cried out as the powerful cock stem drilled her 
virgin channel. Her thick, milky lubricants surrounded his cock, but he was 
hurting her. She arched her tiny hips and vainly tried spreading her cunt 
lips open for his penetration. "Don't hurt me ... please," she asked, for it 
felt as if his cock would rip her tiny hole in two. 

"Easy, darling," he told her, withdrawing his prick. She was loosening up, 
but Kenny's cock hurt from pushing against her cunt walls and he wondered if 
getting a girl's cherry was worth all the pain. His throbbing balls 
rejuvenated his spirit and brought new strength to his dick. Fingering her 
cunt for more channel love juice, Kenny forced his hard cock to her opening 
and pushed into her dark, puppy warmth. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!! " Julie's breasts were on fire and felt as if she were being 
attacked by razor blades. Her pelvis seemed to be pulling apart, as the 
cock-gun pushed upward between her trembling thighs into the pit of her 
fomenting passion. 

She wanted to tell Kenny to stop, but the words wouldn't come to her lips as 
she fought back the tears, gripping her fists into tight balls, as she 
plunged onward. She found that by pumping her hips, the pain lessened 
somewhat as her muscles expanded. This is it! Oh, my goodness, my very first 
time at sex, she thought. She lay back on the kitchen table, her body 
slippery from her own sweat, while Kenny grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled 
her onto his pecker. It hurt, oh it hurt terribly, she thought, but the pain 
was endurable and she had the knowledge that every stab of pain brought more 
dick into her cunny. Suddenly, Kenny stopped with his sex tube only halfway 
into her snatch. "No, don't stop it," she begged, humping her charged twat 
around his pole. 

"Can you feel that," he said, his words coming between forceful grunts, 
"I've got your cherry. Here, feel for yourself." 

And Kenny withdrew from her cunny a few inches and jammed his cock against 
her hymen, the hard conical head bouncing off the sturdy membrane. 

"Ouch! What are you doing to me?" she pleaded, feeling the white, hot 
flashes of pain ripple through her. She knew the skin flap was the door to 
her womb and the guardian of her most unrelenting passion and though she 
very much wanted to feel his surging cock meat up every inch of her love 
channel, Julie wondered if she could stand the pain of his cock tearing 
through her hymen. 

Kenny did not hesitate. He had already made up his mind about Julie and he 
was definitely going to puncture her hymen and stick his cock all the way up 
her sex tube. Her tight cunt walls sent a shivering message of delight 
through every muscle in his excited body. He enjoyed busting her hymen as 
much as he had relished her innocent mouth around his prick. 

"I'm going to hurt you Julie, but only for a little while." He groaned as 
she shifted, her weight against his prick, her cunt lips were squishing 
juice around his sex pole as if some maternal instinct was telling the 
girl's youthful body that his cock needed to penetrate and would need 
lubricant when it did so. 

"In! Coming in!" he shouted. He gripped her sweating butt cheeks and jammed 
his manhood into her channel. 

"Nooooo!! " she screamed as her hymen sagged, but did not burst. The pain 
leaped through her tortured flesh like a hail of sparks. She was trembling 
and screaming and afraid of the blood which almost certainly would gush from 
her cunt hole. 

"In!" His prick roared to life as it pounded her hymen. Kenny was going to 
break through it if it took all night! Rolling his hips to maintain a steady 
rhythm, he punched his cock against the resilient flesh. 

"Can't take no more" wailed Julie, as his dick struck again and again. 
Strange visions appeared to her as her mind went to the edge of 
consciousness, then came exploding back as a new luxurious fluid rushed from 
her parted slit, a pungent, thick juice that poured from her womb and 
through the gapping hole in her hymen. 

"I'm there, I'm really there all the way!" cried a jubilant Kenny as his 
plunging cock pumped her virgin cunt full of life. He looked down and saw 
the contented look on Julie's face as the tension oozed from her body. There 
was sweat, and cunt lubricant and even some thick, steamy blood lathering 
both their bodies to a peak of passion. His incensed prick meat was roaring 
up her channel like a freight train, and she was humping him with forceful 
hips, using the full length of her sex hole to suckle his prick. 

"Don't stop on me," she groaned, the horrible pain now having turned into a 
glorious passion. She was alive, and very wet and her whole being glowed 
like a light bulb from his fucking. She pulled her fourteen year-old legs 
back as far as they would go and took his full pecker stroke, his cock 
plugging away at a part of her she'd never know before. 

"Hurry! Hurryyyy. ... " She shivered as his big cock trembled uncontrollably 
and suddenly she was THERE! "Oh! Ohh!! ... Whaaaa..." The cock exploded like 
a cannon as her hips lifted from the table, arching upward as if pulled by 
an invisible string the tender pedals of her cunt licking up his come as it 
shot into her passion tube. His rubbery hot semen gorged her channel, 
climbing deeper into her than she'd thought possible. 

"Feel it darling," cried Kenny as his passion washed out the blood soaked 
tissues of her hymen and filled her with long streams of fuck-fluid. 

Julie was only dimly aware of Kenny's rush of passion, for she had drifted 
off into a silent reverie all her own. Lights swirled magically and the 
table drenched in her body sweat. The table seemed to rise up underneath her 
and revolve at a dizzying pace. 

Kenny continued to feed his sperm load into her cunt, though she was leaking 
badly and most of his fluid dribbled .harmlessly down the ravine in her ass 
cheeks. 

He reached under her and bathed his hands in his own sperm before smearing 
his seed across her ass cheeks and into her cunt fur. 

"Oh, yes, keep doing that," she encouraged. And Julie wondered, if he wanted 
her to take his deflating pecker out of her cunt and clean it with her 
tongue as she had seen done in his magazines. But the thought was quickly 
forgotten as the back door suddenly opened. Sherri walked in followed 
quickly by David! 

Julie was too tired to act surprised, but watching her sister was enough. 
Sherri dropped the grocery package in her arms, sending a bottle of milk and 
orange crashing to the floor. 

"Come in here quick," she yelled, leaning against the wall. And before Julie 
could blink, David appeared through the door. Oh, no, cried Julie as if what 
was happening before her eyes was a nightmare. 

But she was very much awake when David said out loud: "Great fucking Christ 
look at this will you!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Julie was too exhausted to run and too scared to talk back to her older 
sister. The come was still draining out of her cunt, oozing onto the table. 
She couldn't deny what they had been doing on the kitchen table, so she just 
lay there, wallowing in the smells and fluids of their sexing wondering what 
Sherri would do. 

"You little tramp," screamed Sherri. "Pervert! That's what you are. Making 
my little brother do such a horrid thing! The police should arrest you!" 

Julie was prepared for the beating that her sister was ready to inflict when 
David stepped forward and grabbed Sherri's arm. 

"You a little mixed up," he explained. "If anybody is going to be dragged 
down to the station, it's going to be Kenny." 

"I don't believe it. No my little brother." 

David shook his head and tried to inject the calm voice of reason-into the 
chaotic picture. "He's older and stronger and he's the male. That's enough 
to convict him right there. And besides knowing Kenny the way I do, he's 
probably the guilty one." 

Julie raised her head and looked down at Kenny's contented face. They had 
both shared a wonderful experience and they were both equally guilty, at 
least in the law's eyes. 

"But that's incest!" snapped Sherri. 

"No it's not," said Kenny, "she's only my step-sister. And so what. I didn't 
say anything when you were fucking David all those times in the woods." 

"Spy! You little creep!" she snapped, lunging for Kenny. He was up in an 
instant, his muscular body smeared with dried come, and his fist clenched 
ready to strike. 

Julie didn't say a word. David was sticking up for her and she wondered why 
he was sticking his. neck out, risking both the affection of Sherri and her 
mother, just to help little Julie Williams out of a jam. His radiant smile 
filled her with warmth, and she was surprised to see the bulge rising in his 
pants. Why is his penis getting so hard, she wondered. 

"I know lots of things, sis," Kenny was saying. "Like you are the only girl 
friend that David has." He stared at David who made no attempt to deny his 
accusation. Instead, David did a very strange thing by openly admitting the 
relationship existed. 

"Is it strange that your mother finds me attractive?" he said. "Sherri you 
are your mother's flesh and blood and what turns her on must turn you on." 

"That's stupid, she's much older than I am," Sherri said defensively. 

"Thirty-seven is not old," said David. "Remember your mother married very 
young." 

"Yeah, mommy got sex drives just like the rest of us," said Kenny. "And 
nothing's wrong with sex as long as you enjoy it." 

Julie was not sure what to think. While the three of them argued, she 
remained silent. A thick syrupy feeling swirled within her belly. If this 
sensation was sex, she thought, then what was so wrong with sharing it with 
somebody. Certainly it was better than all the bickering and fighting that 
was going on. 

"Well, I think what my brother has done is wrong. They are both sick and 
need psychiatrists," exclaimed Sherri. "And you're not much better, David. 
Fucking my mother without even telling me is disgusting. I have a good mind 
to end this relationship right here this instant!" 

Julie was certainly puzzled by the hardness and intensity of David's blue 
eyes. He seemed to be staring right through her and Sherri and his eyes 
showed a cruelty that frightened her. 

"If I could show you that sex is not something to be hidden but be shared 
and enjoyed as your brother and sister were doing will you believe me?" said 
David. 

"No! You're all sick!" she snapped. The small, determined girl turned her 
back as if to walk into the living room. Suddenly, David's tensed body 
uncoiled as he leaped forward and grabbed her by the arm and turned Sherri 
around. "I'll show you whether ,you want it or not," and with that, he 
reached up and tore the frilly white blouse savagely from her chest. 

"You beast!" she cried, trying to break away. Julie was so surprised by his 
attack, not to mention the weird events following her first bout with sexual 
intercourse, that she could do nothing but watch the strange episode 
unraveling before her. 

Her sister fought hopelessly against the iron-like arms that held her 
captive. Sherri sunk her teeth into the bicep muscle and David screamed 
momentarily releasing her. She glowered at him, her eyes fiery and her 
breasts trembling beneath her tight fitting bra. 

"Bitch! I'll teach you," yelled David. Laughing out, he cuffed her across 
the cheek sending her flying. He yanked the belt at his waist and his pants 
dropped to the floor. His cock Julie noticed was hard and standing straight 
out. 

"You think sex is sick," he bellowed, stepping out of his underwear, "I'll 
show you something about sex. And goddamn you'll remember it too." 

Sherri was sprawled against the floor, her back against the kitchen wall. 
When he approached, she lashed out with her boot trying vainly to catch him 
in the nuts. But he brushed the foot harmlessly aside and grabbed the skirt 
and ripped it viciously from her waist with a loud tearing sound. 

"Don't you come near me," Sherri warned, now reduced to her panties and bra. 
Moving her shoulder and hip, Sherri looked pitiful on the floor as if she 
were trying to crawl up into a fetal position and disappear. 

David was howling with boiling rage and he pulled the girl up to the table 
and ripped the flimsy garment from her terrified body and threw down to the 
table. 

"Your brother's come," he snapped. "Can you feel it on your skin? His sperm 
covering your butt, do you think that's perverted?" 

Sherri acted terrified and her attitude of brave defiance was reduced to 
sniveling cowardice. 

Though Julie felt an inward revulsion at the humiliation David was 
subjecting her step-sister to, she did not try to stop him, nor for that 
matter did her brother. 

"Fuck her David," cried Kenny, "Get her off that goddamn pedestal she puts 
herself on." 

"Better than that," snapped David, his hands working over Sherri's mushy 
cunt hole, "we're all going to fuck her." He slapped her again hard across 
the face. Sherri broke" into tears, cringing as he raised his hand to her 
again. "What I say, you do!" he ordered. "Now get those thighs up in the 
air. Hurry up, do it!" 

And Sherri wasted little time rolling back so her legs pointed towards the 
ceiling and her cunt pie spread often before her like a gleaming, pink 
jewel. David leaned his weight in between the frightened girl's outstretched 
legs struggling to keep his rigid cock from plunging into her hole until the 
exact instant he was ready. 

"Oh, God you're sick," she cried out, "doing this right before the 
children!" 

Exhausted from her own sexual labors, Julie could not find the energy to 
pull herself away from the awesome spectacle before her. She watched as 
David stuck his fingers into the moist cunt hole and worked Sherri into an 
excited state of awareness. 

"Oh! Oh, don't do that," she cried as his fingers made contact with swollen 
opening of her love channel. 

But David continued his ardor, playing her cunt like a magical musical 
instrument, until Sherri was groaning and pleading for the deep penetration 
of his prick. 

"I should fuck you all right," he snapped, his chest heaving with desire and 
his hips balling up into tight knots. "I should really fuck you. Shove it up 
your ass-hole the way you've wanted it all these months." 

"No, oh dear God, I might die if you did that!" 

Julie didn't catch the full meaning of his words at first. It seemed 
impossible that David actually meant to sodomize his step-sister. She 
remembered when riding her bicycle how her ass-hole had twitched excitedly. 
Would he really stick his penis up there, she thought, up the tight 
sphincter which her step mother hosed out regularly with an enema? A flutter 
of nervous sensation pulled her quickly from her daydream. The hot smell of 
sex was all around her and the grunting and groaning coming from David and 
Sherri were the sounds of hot lovemaking. Her little twat still ached from 
the entry of her first male penis and though she had experienced enough 
physical sex for herself, she wanted very much to watch the ardent couples 
squirming up on the table. 

She turned to Kenny and saw he was bouncing up and down and clapping his 
hands excitedly as if he were watching a baseball game instead of the 
intimate side of his sister's life. She noticed how shriveled and limp his 
adolescent penis was, drooping down between his hairless legs, a few 
droplets of semen dripping to the floor. 

In contrast, David's rigid prick seemed five times normal size, a really big 
organ that seemed too enormous to stick up a woman's private hole. But that 
was exactly his intentions. 

"Be satisfied with your cunt, baby," he snapped. And with a blur of motion, 
his hips uncoiled, rocketing between her outstretched legs as his perfectly 
placed cock, slammed through her mushy cuntroom door and drove up her well 
oiled channel to the very depths of her unrelenting womb. 

AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! ! Sherri's well rounded buttocks stiffened into hard muscle 
and elevated off the table as her body received his throbbing penis. 

Oh, boy! Is David ever fucking sis! He's really doing a job inside her all 
right, God, was he ever fucking her hole! She heard her step-sister's grunts 
as the cock was slammed into cunt. It was like a dream to her for she could 
not believe how forceful fucking could be. Sherri's hips appeared to suck in 
the male invader, rolling and pumping away at the hard meat stick, milking 
the cock for its hot male juices. 

"Arrrggghhh, darling I can't stop," groaned David, his fingers digging into 
her undulating ass cheeks and pulling her sweating flesh against his. Sherri 
whimpered as he plunged into her slit, but she was no frightened child the 
way she was using those tempting hips. It was clearly evident that she 
enjoyed the fucking as much as he did. And that awareness, made him even 
more turned on and determined to savor every last drop of her lusty cunt 
juice. 

"Ohhhh, I can't stop you David and I don't want to. Not after your prick is 
inside me and making me hot and excited the way only you know how!" she 
cried, straining for every last bit of enjoyment. "I want you and have to 
have you. All of you!! Keep fucking me and give me your sperm load just 
whenever you're ready!" 

Julie felt relieved to hear her sister use such daring and explicit language 
during the sex act. For she had felt exactly the way that her step-sister 
described it: ravaged, sex hungry, yet in need of the male organ within her 
hole. She could still feel the prodding sensation of Kenny's cock thrusting 
around inside her womb, gliding across the slippery tissues of her 
womanhood, exciting every tingling nerve in her body. 

As the fucking continued at an ever increasing tempo, Julie noticed how well 
Sherri matched her love strokes to David's pummeling cock thrusts. She 
reasoned that the prick went deeper into the vagina what way and made sexing 
more exciting and wonderful. It also really turned them on, for both David 
and Sherri were screaming and groaning at each other as their climaxes fast 
approached. 

"Do it, do it!" she cried, short stroking his cock. "Fuck me and make me 
come! Now!! NOW!! ! ! " 

David felt the sticky batter rising through his cock tube and well up in the 
bulging end. His dick was thrusting in and out of her soft cunny with 
lightning speed, draining the mushy cunt walls of the wetness and 
electrifying her nerves with wild excitement. 

"Jesus baby, you want my hot come and here it is! Thick and gooey just the 
way you like it." The slapping of their flesh came together in a flurry of 
final strokes and the heaving of his penis seemed to draw Sherri's incensed 
cunt upward as his penis exploded and shot tendrils of come squirting into 
her contracting chasm. 

"Aaaaaiiiiiiieeee!!!!!" She came alive with a jolt of excitement and she 
tried sucking in her stomach as the semen filled her cunny and her ass 
cheeks tightened into hard knots, his juice flooding her sensorium with 
goodness and pleasure. 

David sent jet after jet of hot semen into the girl's cunt feeling her body 
wilt under his dominating sex. He was still spurting and coming when she 
dropped down to the table, her flesh now exhausted from her orgasm. His own 
pecker was drained of its male richness, but he still had one last thing to 
do. David had not planned to get so carried away with fucking Sherri, but 
that was the way sex always turned out. He got too excited and forgot his 
plans. But he still had a chance to redeem himself. 

He yanked his dripping dick from the girl's exhausted vagina and motioned 
over to Julie. "Get over here, Julie," he snapped. "Get over here this 
instant." 

Julie jumped to her wobbly feet and innocently walked over to David. "Eat 
it!" he snapped pointing to his prick. "Clean my tool. That's part of sex 
and you should learn about it now!" 

"B-But David, I. . . " she began. He reached out and grabbed her arm, 
pulling the little girl towards him. 

"Eat my come off and shut up!" 

Oh my God, what am I doing, she cried to herself, afraid of David's awesome 
strength and terrified of what he was asking her to do. Nervously she bent 
down between his legs, her nostrils flaring at the smell of her sister's sex 
and David's fast congealing semen. Then she felt her own sweat, the sweat 
from her body's fear, bursting through the skin and in a wild moment she 
bent her face around the dripping cock and stuck the awesome head in her 
mouth and sucked him clean. 

"That's the way, darling," he said. "This is what sex is all about!" 

She licked his cock and then his balls, gulping down the hot jism with loud 
swallowing sounds. It wasn't all that bad, she thought, not all that bad. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Dear Congressman, Daddy why don't you write me? Maybe you thought that I 
would be in Washington already. Well, I'm not because the school trip 
doesn't start until next week. I really want to be with you daddy because I 
have so many things on my mind. I'm so confused the way Kenny ... that's my 
step-brother remember? ... and Sherri and this guy you don't know named 
David are acting ... I thought you might like to know that we've been doing 
a lot of sex things together ... Isn't that incredible, you're own daughter 
is all grown up. Well, almost anyway. I've learned a few things about myself 
and about life that I so very much want to talk over with you ... I'm 
bursting to tell my story to someone, but it's just so damn (excuse my 
French) hard in Braley to keep a secret that I haven't even said a word to 
Mark Dickson (that's my boyfriend, another guy you don't know). I want you 
very much to write me, but if you don't then I'll tell you everything when I 
see you in Washington. Say hello to the President for me (just kidding, 
really I am). 

I love you very much daddy and I hope you love me. 

Yours Always, Julie (that's me!) 

Julie was beginning to worry about her father. Her second letter had gone 
unanswered and she wondered if something bad had happened to the 
congressman. She was half tempted to call him long distance, but she quickly 
dismissed the idea. He had warned her about taking up the taxpayer's time, 
by using his private extension. He had explained to her that congressmen 
were elected officials and were servants of the taxpayers. It would look bad 
for him, he told her, if voters in his district found out he was using his 
precious time to talk with his family when he could be doing the public's 
business. It seemed silly to her that a grown man could not devote a few 
minutes of his time to the members of his own family, but he was so adamant 
about phone privileges-it was an election year, he said-that Julie decided 
to abide with his wishes. 

The Washington trip was only a week away and Julie was content to drop the 
letter into the post box and hope that her father might find some 
non-taxpayer time for her. And if he didn't, well, Julie could go to Mark 
Dickson and perhaps explain to him what was troubling her. He seemed like 
such a nice boy and she enjoyed the time they spent together, playing kick 
ball with the rest of the school kids or just riding bikes after school. She 
always had things to do with Mark Dickson and she could hardly wait until 
the evening meal was over because she had a date with Mark for the very 
first time. 

It was a special occasion and one which she prepared for by wearing her new 
white slacks and low cut blouse. Julie also decided against wearing the 
small cup bra her step-mother had bought her at the ten cent store. She 
wanted her small, nicely shaped breasts to show when she bent down. There 
was also the matter of lipstick and make-up which her sister all too gladly 
helped her with; rubbing in the powders and various eye liners so she would 
look her sexiest for Mark Dickson. 

Julie had expected some unsolicited advice from her step-mother, but she was 
surprised when her step-mother agreed with her plan to date Mark Dickson. 
"You've been brought up in a good family and you are old enough to make your 
own decisions," her step-mother advised. "I won't give you a curfew hour and 
I certainly will not wait up for you, Julie. That's your business." 

Her step-mother kissed her on the cheek and when Mark honked the car horn 
outside, both Sherri and her mother wished Julie the very best of times. 

"Thank-you both," blushed Julie, bolting up from her chair. She put on her 
dress coat and with a final look in the mirror, she was through the front 
door and down the cement walk to the car waiting for her at the curb. A long 
pause ensued, then the engine roared to life and they were off, the smell of 
Julie's perfume lingering in the living room as a faint reminder of her 
former presence. 

"That should do it," said Mrs. Williams, finishing a steak bone on her 
plate. "Call up David. It's about time we all got together again." Sherri 
nodded obediently and rose from the table while Mrs. Williams reached for 
her purse. "And here, dear. Amuse yourself with this letter." 

"Julie is still writing?" Sherri asked. 

"She thinks the congressman doesn't have time for her," laughed Mrs. 
Williams. "She of course doesn't realize that her letters are getting no 
further than the mailbox. Now run along and get David." 

Margaret Williams felt a new pride flowing through her as she stood before 
the assembled group and carefully revealed her plans. David was lounging on 
a stool and Sherri and Kenny were both sitting Indian style at her feet. 
Despite the importance of what she was about to say, Margaret could feel the 
old stirrings of sex between her thighs. David was staring directly at the 
thrust of her breasts and that only increased her passion. She had taught 
him well, for David instinctively responded to the secret yearnings of the 
female body. 

"I'll put it bluntly," began Mrs. Williams. "You're doing a good job. Julie 
has made the sexual transformation without suspecting what we are up to." 

"This is the kind of work I enjoy," laughed Kenny. 

Margaret shot him a hard glaring look that quieted her son. She then 
continued, clicking off the accomplishments of the group. 

"Julie has been subjected to the most intimate forms of sex," she said. 
"Just one incestual relationship for a fourteen year-old girl can have life 
long effects. And Julie has had repeated relations, isn't that right Kenny." 
She watched the bulge rise triumphantly in her son's pants. 

"That it is momma," he grinned. "She's watched David and you and Sherri here 
get it on and she's done a number on me too. Eating, sucking and fucking. 
Everything you wanted." 

"I still don't see the point," said David. "She's had a lot of sex. Big 
deal!" He was unimpressed with the plan, but that was David's way, good with 
his cock and slow with his brain. 

"David," said Margaret patiently, "when we're through with Julie, she's 
going to need sex like a junkie needs a fix. To have all these intimate 
relationships and suddenly be denied them will prove too much burden for her 
developing body. She'll go to any extreme to satisfy that sexual itch." 

"Anything could happen," interjected Sherri. "A nervous breakdown, 
nymphomania, anything at all. And needless to say think how embarrassing 
politically it will be for the congressman when he finds his young daughter 
is a sex junkie." 

"A real scandal," said Kenny. "And even if he hushes it up somehow and wins 
the election, he'll still have to have her committed to a mental 
institution." 

"Of course, we deny any hint of incest," said Margaret coolly. "And what 
doctor is going to believe a fourteen year old girl over her stable, loving 
family." 

David rose from the stool and moved over to the seat beside Margaret. "okay, 
I get the picture. We blackmail the congressman or collect on the girl's 
trust fund if she cracks up. Either way we win." Margaret watched his steely 
eyes roving over her tempestuous body and a dull aching sensation up her 
anal channel made her scream with delight. "Well, let's adjourn this 
meeting." 

"And get down to some fun," grinned Kenny. He grabbed Sherri and brought her 
teasing mouth between his legs. "How about a Wesson oil party, I could get 
into some heavy grease action." 

Margaret's chest was pounding a mile a minute; David was rubbing her taut 
breasts, his hand snaking about her bosoms with eagerness few men had 
equaled. 

Her thin nylon panties were drenched with her savory fluid and her fingers 
were shaking as she reached for the buttons of her blouse. 

"Come on, baby," said David, slipping his tongue around her exposed breasts. 
"That must feel good on your titty. See how hard and firm the nipple is." 

"I don't have to be told what turns me on," she snapped. "You know perfectly 
well that just looking at you makes me come. Why do you think I've put up 
with your stupidity and selfishness in the past." 

"Because this turns you on," he jeered, whipping his hard cock from the vent 
in his pants. "This and the way I use it has kept us together." 

What could she say? The handsome boy knew that he was right, that he did 
know how to use his god given gifts like no man had ever used them. 

"Ohhh, David," she groaned, falling into his arms, feeling the full thrust 
of his cock throbbing at her cunt doors. She wanted his hard, muscular body 
on top of her, his pink skin cock pounding her open slot. She was wet and 
slick and ready for whatever sexual excitement he had in store for her. 

"But in front of the children?" she giggled. The thought of pouring cooking 
oil over her children and over David and then the three of them rolling in 
their oil, the sound of thrusting penises and sucking mouths stimulating 
their sex crazy group in one orgasm after another was overwhelming. She 
wanted hot and heavy sex and she wanted it right that instant! 

Quickly, for her children had already gone before them, Margaret was out of 
her clothes and standing nude before David. Her breasts, hard and tight from 
David's mouth stroking, protruded like sturdy water filled balloons, defying 
gravity laws by standing out almost fully erect. 

She loved her tits, loved having them caressed and sucked, and when she 
exhibited herself in such a free and uninhibited manner, her fur lined cunt 
tingled with wonderful excitement. 

Sherri was almost as lovely as her mother, though she still had some growing 
up to do. Her breasts were not quite as symmetrical, nor did her hips have 
the voluptuous curve as did her mother's. Yet Sherri possessed the most 
beautiful pair of milky white thighs to be found anywhere. Her radiant 
beauty was not lost on David who loved the animal magnetism of both daughter 
and mother. His cock was hard and tense and he did not want to miss a single 
glorious minute of fun with either woman. Margaret was steaming hot, he 
could see that, and she taunted him with wicked thrusts of her hips, egging 
him on with her feminine charms. Her hand pressed against his and suddenly 
she was on him, her tongue slipping down his throat while his prick nestled 
anxiously between her cunt lips and her pointed breasts suck into his hairy 
chest. 

"I need you," Margaret whispered, "don't let me down. I need you more than 
I've ever needed a man." She readied for his swollen sex stem and rubbed her 
fingers through his throbbing balls and into his crotch hair. 

Margaret had great confidence that David would take care of her sexual 
desires. He was so good, so sure of his sexuality, she thought, spreading 
her thighs apart and feeling him dip down into her snatch, his teeth 
grinding at her sensitized cunt mound. 

"Good! Yes, you're so wonderful!! " Her groans of ecstasy were almost 
drowned out by her two rambunctious children who, stripped naked were 
busying themselves by lathering up in the Wesson oil. Margaret tried to 
ignore them as David's wet mouth found her slit and his tongue darted up her 
channel like a small lizard crawling into its hole. Her thighs quivered and 
her hips rolled spontaneously as hot flashes from her twat rushed through 
her trembling body. 

"Oh God! That's luscious! Beautiful!" she encouraged him though David did 
not need her kind words. As her lover, he knew Margaret well. From fucking 
her on a regular basis for almost two years, he knew every erotic sensation 
in her body. Her sexual tastes varied and he had to change his style, 
stimulating one part of her glorious anatomy before going on to the next 
level of sexual awareness. 

Her cunt was dripping wet. He could taste her rich feminine oils pouring 
from the womb itself and the smell was rich and terribly strong. He licked 
viciously at her cunt doors, making Margaret groan and moan like a teenage 
girl on her first date to the drive-in. He wrapped his arms around her so 
his hands were filled with her butt-cheeks and he planted a big sloppy kiss 
on her clitoris. She let out a whoop and nearly came unglued as his tongue 
fastened onto her pleasure button. 

"Jesus, you make my cunt so goddamn hot!" she screamed. "Let's do it. I 
don't care how, but I need your cock inside me this very instant!" 

David smiled warmly at her. It was hard to get his mind off her lovely 
crotch. The thick, slimy walls of her cunt channel held endless pleasures 
for him, but this was not to be, for David had other things planned for 
Margaret. 

"She doesn't fully realize what she wants," he thought, "but I do. When 
Margaret gets right down to business and let's me suck her cunt first off 
that means her ass button is just begging to be pushed." 

His dick ached at the thought of plunging into her ass channel. He had 
entered her this way only a few times and his endeavors had proved less than 
total successes. Yet intuitively he knew she wanted him THERE. Her cunt 
could wait, for his prick was going to find the sweet, ripe meat of her 
butt! 

"Sherri get over here," he snapped. The teenage girl was busy rolling on the 
kitchen floor with her brother and was not happy about getting up just for 
David. Still, she did not want to suffer the consequences of his wrath if 
she did not do as she was told. 

"Okay," she said. She pranced over to David, her lean body smeared with 
grease. 

"Now Sherri, take that oil and pour a heaping handful into your mother's 
crack," he commanded. 

Sherri recoiled at his order to lubricate her mother's bunghole. "That's 
terrible, David. I never heard of such a thing!" 

Margaret's mind was in terrible shape. She could only think of sex and David 
was the key, the part that she desperately needed. "Do what he says, dear," 
she asked of her daughter. "David knows what mommy-likes." 

"This makes me ill, but I'll do it if you want, mother," said Sherri. And 
like the obedient child that she was, Sherri parted her mother's ass cheeks 
and poured a generous portion of oil down the ravine. Placing the bottle 
down, Sherri then went to work rubbing the oil into the soft tissue and 
fingering oil into the sphincter muscle. 

"Ohhhh! That's wonderful darling," groaned Margaret. She was having an 
extremely good time for Sherri was reaming her ass-hole while David was 
eating her cunt! Her flesh was inflamed with sexual throbbing and it was no 
longer a question of making love. She had to have sex that instant or feel 
the consequences of her denied body breaking up into millions of pieces. 

"Stick it in me!! ! " she pleaded. "Do it to me now!" 

"You're ready," teased David. "I hurt," she groaned. "I can't stand it any 
more." 

David knew his cue and immediately pulled away from her cunt and made 
Margaret squat down on all fours while he positioned himself behind her. 

Looking down he saw the huge part in her butt cheeks. And right in the 
middle was a fleshy pink sphincter eye staring back at him. 

Sherri had pulled her fingers out of her mother's ass-hole and as she 
staring watching David ready to mount her, she abstractly began sucking on 
her sticky fingers. Christ, I never seen them get it on like that! Wow! she 
thought. 

His cock would take the brunt of the attack and it wouldn't be easy. He was 
used to the sloppy cunt channel and her tight butt would fight every move he 
made. Yet he was going ahead, regardless of the pain. Because he wanted her 
like this, in the butt, his cock plunging her shit channel with long 
powerful strokes. 

"DO IT!! DO IT!! ! " Margaret was screaming and her thighs were shaking 
uncontrollably and her ass-hole seemed to squirm backwards as if pleading 
for his cock. 

"Yeah, then here goes!" warned David. He pulled his hips back until they 
almost touched his heels, then pausing, David took a deep breath and sent 
his cock roaring into her ravine and into the pink bunghole eye. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!! ! Margaret felt as if her whole insides had collapsed. The 
pain in her rear was immense as if someone were shoving a red hot poker up 
her rectum. Her cheeks closed down on his member, but the prick head had 
gotten through and his hips were driving home the shaft, drilling it into 
her insides. 

"You're too big!! " she screamed. Her legs shot backward and she collapsed 
to the ground bringing David with her. His dick continued working deeper 
into her insides, thrusting and rutting about in her channel, driving ever 
deeper into the hot warmth of her bung. 

"Tell me you like it!" he commanded. "You like your ass-hole pried open and 
jammed with cock? Tell me you do!" 

"Oh yesss ... dear God I do!! " mumbled Margaret. He was in deeper his prick 
searching the depths of her soul and then she felt the soft assurance of his 
thighs slapping against her rump. 

"I'm in all the way darling," said David overjoyed at his success. Her 
channel was stretching all the time and his stroking was easy as his hips 
quietly pumped her hole full of hot meat. In and out, harder and harder, 
went his cock. Margaret was hunching him with all her strength, her hips 
doing cute rolling rhythms. 

"You're goood!! " she screamed. Her channel inflamed by the invasion of his 
cock meat. She felt her whole body lift off the ground with every powerful 
stroke and the excitement sent her reeling. She had never felt such pleasure 
and she wanted to go all night, to suckle his cock with her sphincter-lips 
and churn the white cream in his nut sack. She wanted to do all these things 
and at the same time never let the invading cock leave her holy ass-hole. He 
was fucking her hole with long, hard strokes that made short, slapping 
sounds as his prick buried itself into her hole. The pounding of oily flesh 
meeting flesh in ever increasing waves of sensation and sheer delight. 

"Ohhhh! Darrrlinggg!" she screamed, her bung-hole now tired and her body 
exhausted from hunching against her hot poker. She was breathing hard, and 
her skin was a mountain of gooseflesh and the room swirled before her eyes. 
She could faintly hear David groaning behind her, his rhythm increasing as 
the cock went in and out of her at a blinding pace. 

"COMING!" he screamed. Then without warning, his hips reeled backward and 
then rushed forward as his hot semen sped through his cock and shot into her 
tortured ass-hole. 

"OOOOOOOHHHH! AAAAIIIIEEEE!! " Her body convulsed as the hot cream 
lubricated her butt channel. She felt her whole intestinal tract swish about 
as if it were going to flush out her ass-hole. Her stomach shuddered and her 
mind went blank. And then the blinding flash of her own orgasm swept over 
her with sudden fury. 

"DARLING," she screamed, her butt sucking in his juice like a parched mouth, 
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. JUST BEAUTIFUL!! " 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Margaret was smoking a cigarette" wondering where her step-daughter was. She 
inhaled the acrid smoke deeply into her lungs and paused, letting the 
nicotine line her lungs before exhaling a cloud of blue smoke. 

She lay in bed entirely naked, her breasts hanging down against her ribs. 
Beside her was David, his muscular back turned towards her while he snored 
loudly in his deep, untroubled slumber. Margaret looked down at her trim 
belly and counted the times that her muscles rose up with every breath she 
took. The warm afterglow of their heated sex continued to burn within her. 
Every rise of her belly made her sphincter tremble with delight. It was as 
if the thick sex stem was still wedged safely inside her channel, funneling 
cock cream up her tight willing hole. She squirmed in the bedding, rolling 
her hips back and froth so that the bunched muscles tightened and relaxed in 
her rectum. A trickle of man juice continued to find its way out of her butt 
hole and onto the silk sheets. God, he had been good up there, she thought, 
stomping out the cigarette in the nearby ashtray. Her cunt, the barometer of 
her female passion had betrayed her. Her vagina lips shuddered into one 
orgasm after another as the hot man cream rushed up her butt. It was an 
experience she would long remember and now, only her sweet, innocent young 
step daughter kept her from enjoying a good night's rest. 

But she was not to be denied long. Outside the window, the roaring of 
unmuffled exhaust pipes destroyed the evening's stillness. An explosion of 
light from the car's head lamps flashed across the window glass. 

Finally she had returned, thought Margaret. She pulled back the covers and 
pulled on a dressing robe. David groaned as she left the bedside, still 
oblivious to the living world as he snored on. Margaret was, however, very 
much alive and she crept stealthily to the top of the stair landing as the 
front door clicked open and Julie appeared. 

"I hope you enjoyed the movie, Julie," said Mark Dickson. Margaret couldn't 
see if the boy was holding her hand or not, but there was no doubt from the 
velvet richness of his voice, that Mark enjoyed the evening. 

"Mark, I'm so happy," bubbled Julie. Then she unexpectedly grabbed him 
around the neck and planted a fat, wet kiss across his lips. "This is the 
happiest moment of my life." 

"I-I-I think I'm in love," Mark whispered "L-l-look, I gotta go. You, 
y-y-you promise me right here and now that y-you'll be on that train to 
Washington." 

"Oh, of course I will," she said. "My step-mother has already said I could 
go." A moment of silence came between them, then Mark bent forward, kissed 
the cherubic looking girl good night, and slip quietly from the living room, 
into the warm evening darkness. 

Something clicked inside Margaret's mind as she witnessed the tender moment 
shared by the two teenagers. She had let Julie go out so she could hold the 
meeting with her children. But clearly allowing the girl such freedom had 
been a mistake. Julie was acting much too independent for a girl allegedly 
under the hypnotic spell of her family. 

She would have to do something to correct this oversight. And it had to be 
done tonight! 

Margaret untied the robe so it hung open slightly and descended the stairs, 
looking for her step-daughter. 

"Dear, is that you," she said, walking into the kitchen where Julie stood 
staring into the open refrigerator. "I heard you saying good night to that 
ruffian." 

Julie was surprised at the strange, stilted language her mother was using. 
And when her eyes picked up on the pink flesh "showing through the slit in 
the robe, she was really surprised. 

The parting moments with Mark had been the most important moment of her life 
and she did not want to cheapen that flush of true love by knowing her 
mother had witnessed the whole thing. 

"It wasn't that way at all," she protested, following Margaret into the 
living room. "He was very good to me." 

Her step-mother was not apparently concerned with Mark, noted Julie for once 
slumping down on the couch, she changed the subject immediately. She made no 
effort to close her robe or to hide her exposed breasts and thick thatch of 
crotch hair. Seeing her step-mother partially nude, making no effort to hide 
her womanly charms, was disturbing to Julie. She wanted to avert her eyes or 
leave the room, for it was embarrassing to see Margaret that way. 

"Darling, what I want to talk to you about has nothing to do with Mark," she 
began, crossing her leg so her step-daughter had a good look at her cunny 
and the dark, red ravine of her ass cheek. "Come sit by me, dear, and I'll 
tell you what's on my mind." 

Reluctantly, Julie obeyed her, sinking into the soft sofa cushions and 
feeling the uncomfortable arm go around her shoulders. 

"What I want to talk about concerns what happened in the kitchen with you 
and David and 

Sherri and Kenny," she explained. Julie groaned silently as if an enormous 
weight were pressing down on her shoulders. Her stomach pulled at her inside 
and she felt as if she was going to be sick. 

"Mark had nothing to do with that," she protested, "he was really good and 
nice with me." 

"Get Mark out of your mind," snapped Margaret. "I'm talking about sex, 
Julie. Sex with your brother and sister. Sex that society says is against 
the law, a punishable crime." 

She let the words sink in to her step-daughter's terrified mind before 
continuing. Margaret was already feeling her second wind and her breath was 
coming in short, sucking gasps. 

"I am not a prude when it comes to sex," said Margaret. 

"Incest is just part of sex and a very common one at that. Kenny and Sherri 
have told me everything." She shifted on the couch, her robe draped only 
loosely on her shoulders as the ample curves of her womanly figure thrust up 
at Julie's startled eyes. 

"Do you feel you've done anything to be ashamed of?" Margaret leaned forward 
as she spoke so her body was touching Julie's and her wandering arm was 
stationed just above the girl's pouting nipples. Her finger nails stroke the 
soft rise in Julie's breast mound, exciting the nipple to the end poked 
through her flimsy blouse. 

"Please, mother," she said, trying to pull away from her. Margaret was 
really acting strange, thought Julie. 

"You must tell me everything," Margaret insisted. "What is it like to go 
down on your own brother, to feel his excited penis in your mouth and up 
your virgin cunt." 

"Mother!" 

Margaret was holding Julie closely now her finger openly caressing the 
girl's nipple, sending pleasure waves spiraling through the girl's excited 
nervous system. Her strong arms wrapped around the quivering body of her 
step-daughter and brought her face against her breasts. 

"Did you enjoy your brother's cock," she continued, "did you like him 
between your thighs"-her hands now stroking Julie's thighs"was he good in 
there, did your cunt ache with pleasure?" 

Julie could not get away. Every movement only brought her mother closer, the 
strong fingers now under her blouse, stroking her tit mounds, flicking the 
nipples until Julie moaned out of pure joy. 

Margaret pulled the blouse off her daughter and hugged her trembling naked 
chest against her own so that their breasts touched at the nipples and the 
passion of her mother ignited her step-daughter, Julie's head was spinning 
with increasing delight as her mother stripped the Levi's from her body and 
dipped her hand into the girl's pubic bush. 

"Ohhhh! Pleaseeee not there," cried Julie, trying to control her hips as 
they cavorted against Margaret's caresses. She closed her eyes and lay back 
in the protective grasp of her mother's arms, her mind floating in erotic 
images of lovemaking. She had come of age under Kenny's prodding insistence 
and her body tingled from the close intimacy of her step-mother. 

This is awful, she told herself, yet found it impossible to break away from 
her mother's grasp. Her step-mother was making love to her! She was sticking 
her hands into her twat and around her taut breasts and down along the 
groove in her butt cheeks, whipping up a passion storm that threatened to 
explode. 

Margaret watched with glee as her flashing stab at her stepdaughter's 
budding young clit aroused her plump teenage body with convulsive jerking 
spasms of excitement. Her ass cheeks arched into the air as Margaret wormed 
her fingers into the girl's firm slit and slithered freely in her pussy 
juice. Margaret could feel her own excitement building and she curled one 
leg over the sexually distressed girl and sunk her tongue into Julie's 
active slot. 

"Ahhhhhh, mommy! Ahhhhh, wowwww!" she groaned as the fleshy tongue burrowed 
into her channel. Cunt lubricant seemed to gush all at once onto the waiting 
tongue as Margaret licked up every drop with lascivious licks and sucks. The 
boiling furnace that was Julie's cunt channel had roared to life. It fueled 
her passion and over loaded her nervous system with throbbing sensations. 

Margaret increased her tongue licking and finger stroking until the smell of 
hot cunt drove her to wild extremes. Faster and faster her tongue dove into 
Julie's sex hole, lapping up the frothy sex honey that swelled within her 
parted slit. She also was aware of her own sexual stirring: the sensation of 
David's incessant cock jarring her ass cheeks had not left her. His residue 
still dripped from her bunghole. She harbored wild, terrible ideas that made 
her head giddy with guilt. But there was no turning back, for she had become 
a prisoner of her own devious plans as well as a willing victim of unbridled 
passions. Once clicked on, her body had a mind of its own which Margaret 
faithfully followed. 

The message from her cunt and from her dripping ass channel funneled through 
her nervous system and ignited sparks at the core of her womanhood. She was 
dripping and sloppy with ass juice from all her passion holes like a giant 
sieve leaking pungent smelling lubricant and from the throbbing in her 
chest, Margaret knew what she wanted from her daughter. 

"Baby darling," moaned Margaret, lifting her face from the girl's wetting 
twat, "help me, I need you now, desperately." Her ass cheeks shimmied in the 
air above the girl's astonished face. The odor from her ripe channel filled 
Julie's nostrils. Her step-mother was no longer the domineering woman she 
had grown to hate. She was just another woman, a lusty, pleading woman who 
wanted sex in the most desperate of ways. Julie's child like hands reached 
up to the butt and gently massaged the deep ravine. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!! ! Do it wonderfully. My cunt's alive, it's screaming with 
life" Margaret shouted, overcome by the girl's knowledge of sex in all its 
varied forms. She felt the fingers toying with her ass-hole and sinking 
deeper to flicker away at her aroused clit and juicy cunt lips. Margaret was 
alive with passion, a firecracker ready to explode. She could feel the 
wonderful secretions churning inside her body. Her juice was flowing from 
all her holes as Julie prodded her. Margaret was gasping and groaning and 
begging for it to all come together right that instant. She slowly lowered 
her parted ass-hole ass cheeks down on Julie's face, hoping that she would 
get the message, for Margaret did not possess the courage to ask her 
step-daughter for the thrill that would kindle her orgasm into a roaring 
bonfire of delight. 

Margaret bit her lip and then busied herself in the girl's cunt. She licked 
the tiny clit nub and dove into the wetness of the girl's twat. 

Then suddenly Margaret screamed out in demonic fury. Her hips boiling with 
passion and her face crimson red with delight and the feeling of 
achievement. For Julie's tongue was sucking her ass-hole! She was lodging 
her organ up the very channel that only hours ago had been gorged with 
David's hard cock. 

Margaret yelled and she humped her daughter's face feeling her ass cheeks 
slide over the girl's mouth while the small nose seemed to bury itself into 
the fevered ravine. 

"Ooooooooo! Ream me, darling! Ream my ass-hole, suck it and make your mother 
happy!" she groaned, humping and flailing her hips. Suddenly her body 
stiffened as the last drop of David's cock cream found the tip of Julie's 
searching tongue. Her hips arched upwards stiff with her orgasm, and her 
tits froze up like granite cones and the fluttering in her cunt seemed to 
spread out and ignite the deeply buried passion of her child like soul. 

"Coming! AAAAHHHHH! Dear God I'M COMING!! ! " She moaned as every muscle in 
her body seemed to release at once. Her hips pounded Julie's face and her 
ass-hole burned with the desire that she knew was there all along. 

"I love fucking children," she admitted to herself, as the orgasm played out 
its sweet music within her tortured, passion filled body. "I love the 
feeling of little children in my passion holes." 

Julie felt the sudden urge to pee. She was sucking her mother's ripe 
ass-hole and fingering her slimy cunt and the intensity of her excitement 
was overwhelming. She was squirming and thrusting her hips up into her 
mother's licking mouth and her bladder was ready to explode. She felt 
renewed and alive and though she was about to experience her second orgasm, 
Julie could not shake the over riding sensation that deep down her 
step-mother was sick in the head. Julie wondered how Mark was doing and she 
froze up in fear momentarily at the thought he might know what she was doing 
with her adopted family. 

"Please, not him," she said. Then her whole body tightened up into a knot 
and a wave of explosive sex roared to life and she buried her tongue into 
her mother's ass-hole and the whole world went spinning into a wild frenetic 
scene. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

In the morning Julie woke up, not to the numbing ring of the alarm clock, 
but to the muffled voice of her mother on the telephone. 

"I'm sorry," Margaret was saying, "but Julie and my two children Kenny and 
Sherri will both be staying home. Julie is very sick and can hardly sit up 
in bed." 

It was an outrageous lie as Julie well knew. But why her mother was 
determined for her not to attend school puzzled her. Ironically it was the 
one day in her life that she looked forward to. For she had promised to meet 
Mark after school and go over to his house and watch the baseball game. Now 
that plan was squashed and she felt badly about it. 

Her mood quickly lifted, however, and Julie was bouncing out of bed and 
running down the stairs to the kitchen where, she run smack into her mother. 

"Oops!" she giggled, and like the little girl that she was, Julie blushed, 
her face turning bright crimson. A deadly silence lingered in the room. 

Margaret's thin face was stern and commanding. Behind her was Sherri and 
Kenny. David was lounging against the ice box eating an ice cream cone. 

"Don't worry, kid," he said, slurping on the melting ice cream, "you're not 
going to school. At least for now." 

"Dear, did you want some orange juice," said Margaret, handing Julie a small 
glass. "It's very good." 

Silently, she took the drink and swallowed a mouthful of the tart tasting 
juice, wondering at the same instant why everyone was staring at her. She 
was also wondering why the juice had such an unusual bitter taste. 

Her step-mother's mood had changed considerably, thought Julie. 

"Come children," said Margaret, "we go to the other room." 

Julie didn't have the vaguest idea what her step-mother had in store them. 
Kenny was grinning sheepishly at Sherri and she noticed how intent Margaret 
was staring at David. A fluttering sensation deep in her stomach brought her 
mind back to reality. Margaret certainly had something important to say, she 
thought. Julie could not help remembering the savage attack made on her body 
only a few hours earlier. Now that she had returned to her senses, Julie 
thought her step-mother was the most repulsive person she'd ever met. If her 
father ever found out, and she was going to make a point to tell him of the 
strange things going on in the house during his absence, she knew he'd make 
trouble for his step-mother. Sex was perhaps a subject worth discussing in 
the house, but certainly not a rightful one to pursue, especially with 
members of the same family. 

But there was no time for dwelling on past deeds, for Margaret was 
commanding their rapt attention. 

"I feel there is no point in disguising our sexual proclivities any longer," 
she said. "Julie and I had a long talk last night. I know everything. About 
the heavy sexing in the kitchen, the running out to the forest preserve. I 
know about these exploits and we shouldn't hide them from ourselves any 
longer." 

Julie was listening intently to Margaret's long winded speech about morality 
and the right of human beings to have sex with each other, when she felt the 
drug hit home. The orange juice, she exclaimed. They put something in the 
orange juice! Her vision was terribly distorted and she had a hard time 
controlling her movements. The room appeared to be whirling around in space. 
The voices of Margaret and David stood out blasting her ears like thunderous 
echoes bouncing back off canyon walls. She had the wild urge to run from the 
house and the sick people who lived there before her sanity disintegrated 
into ashes. Julie responded to her urges by standing unsteadily to her feet 
and turning towards the entry way. 

"She won't get far," snapped Kenny. Then there were hands covering her 
breasts and cunt as she was pulled back into the living room. 

"What is this?" she said. "What are you doing to me?" Julie saw that a time 
lapse had occurred in her memory for looking through the fog that appeared 
to shroud her eyesight, she could make out all the family members, all 
leering and grinning at her like insane people. 

"Julie, we're all going to have fun. Just like last night," said Margaret. 
She rose before Julie like an Amazon, her quivering breasts standing out 
defiantly. Her legs were spread proudly displaying her dripping pubic bush. 

"Let me go first," Kenny pleaded. He rose up. He was as hard as iron and 
Julie screamed for his massive shaft seemed wildly distorted to her 
drug-crazed eyes. Instantly her cunt walls began to ache and she imagined 
the prickhead sliding up through her velvet pussylips. 

"No, you fool," said Sherri. It was evident that her sister had other plans 
for the hard cock. She reached between his thighs and stroked him gingerly. 
He groaned as her fingers touched his balls and he turned to her so her wet 
lips could properly suck him off. 

"I love it, sis," he yelled bucking his ass cheeks so the thick shaft found 
the moist recesses of her most willing mouth. 

While Julie tried controlling her senses, she had another visitor, this time 
David. "We had so much fun together in the kitchen," he said, as if to 
remind the girl about her initiation into sex. "So tight between those 
thighs. God, you make me hard just to think of those times." 

David unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes still riveting her attention and when 
she looked away, Julie discovered that he too was naked. She examined his 
hard, rigid cock and her heart began pounding like a hammer. Her drug addled 
mind was sensitive to everything around her and the spectacle of so much raw 
sex in one place stimulated her sex organs. 

Time seemed to hold still and the room swirled with glorious colors. David's 
penis appeared to grow and shrink at the same instant. The thick, bulbous 
head reached out at her like an ugly club, its thick, powerful length 
challenging her timid cunt. 

"Are you wet? Do you want it?" he was asking her, his voice booming in her 
ears. Julie was so confused she didn't know what to do. Her heart throbbed, 
and her breasts ached to be touched, and a tingling developed between her 
moist cunt lips and Julie thought for a moment that her whole body might 
explode. She was a small child swimming in the grown up world of sex, and 
she hadn't yet discovered the ways to channel her built up energy and sexual 
longing into direct action. 

"I won't force you to love it," said David, advancing slowly so his rock 
hard cock was only inches from the girl's trembling twat. He wanted to enter 
her ripe love channel in the worst way, but David realized the importance of 
going slow. He wanted to fuck her and come inside her vagina and feel her 
teenage softness clamp hold of his sensitive shaft. 

"Don't you want to touch me," he coaxed. "It's really lots of fun. Look at 
Sherri and Kenny. See how they enjoy having sex together." 

Through the mass of distorted and pulsating images that made up her drug 
induced world, Julie watched her step-brother rear back his hips and slam 
into her sister's cunt. 

His penis slid inside with one powerful stroke and Sherri seemed to take 
off, her body lifting from the floor and pumping furiously against the penis 
crammed inside her. 

"So good! So fucking good, baby brother," she squealed as the sound of their 
hips grinding and slapping together became music to Julie's ears. 

That looks good, and undoubtedly is good, she thought. They were stroking 
hard now, Julie raising her hips rudely to accept the plunging joy stick and 
the air was filled with the scent of the special kind of lovemaking. Almost 
out of instinct, Julie spread her legs apart and David picked up the 
subconscious cue and moved quickly forward so he could rub her moist cunt. 

"Ooooooo! This is not right," she groaned. But Julie did not have the 
strength to resist the hand stroking her willing cunt. The fires of her twat 
were ignited and her whole body seemed engulfed in their flames. David 
stroked her cooze until her feminine lather made his fingers slick and wet. 
He worked her clit and her cunt lips and the groove running back to her 
bunghole, and finally, he dropped to his knees and began eating her. 

The hot sparks exploding through Julie's nervous system were not quenched by 
the fat, moist tongue lapping at her cunt door. Her passion was only 
accelerated. Julie felt her muscles go limp and she squatted down on David's 
tongue. Her tits begged for sucking and like magic she felt a tongue licking 
her nipples. 

"Oh my God! I'm going crazy," she squealed. She closed her eyes afraid to 
look at the hands and the tongue and big cock surrounding her. 

Margaret moved over to help David arouse the little girl. Her cunt was on 
fire-it was always in a state of sexual activity-but she found stroking 
Julie's tit mounds was very satisfying. She was young and not fully 
developed and the small, sprouting half globes were sensitive and responded 
to her quivering tongue. She licked the red nipples and sucked them gingerly 
and felt the small buds hardened like cherry pits as she worked them into a 
frenzy. 

"I can't take much more," Julie said weakly. Her legs bucked under the two 
tongues working her crotch and her breasts and she was swaying to the 
pulsating delight that cascaded through her young flesh. Then she started 
falling backward. Julie screamed as she fell away, her eyes tightly shut, 
her arms reaching desperately for support. And suddenly she felt hands 
holding her. Soft, sensuous hands that gripped her by the ass cheek and held 
her firm. The hands belonged to Kenny who reluctantly had quit fucking his 
sister and now was doing his part to seduce Julie. He pressed his body 
against her flesh, reveling in her sweat and nervous excitement. His cock 
was very hard and was coated with the cunt drippings of his sister. He 
wanted badly to fuck Julie, but that was out of the question, at least for 
the time being. But his dick demanded some satisfaction and with her legs 
spread out he dropped down and let his penis slide between her ass cheeks. 
Julie yelled as her whole body thrilled to his cock stem. He worked his 
dripping stick up and down her butt ravine, letting her ass cheeks press 
against his crotch while he slide his dick down the flesh channel and across 
her bunghole. 

"Jesus, it's wild fucking this way," he grinned, unable to suppress his joy 
at finding a new method of having sex. "Her cheeks grip you hard." 

Julie was groaning now for some satisfaction of her own. Her flesh blared 
the alarm. Her breasts were rigid and her cunt was slick with drippings and 
now a penis ran through her ass ravine. There was hot, tempestuous sex 
everywhere she moved. It surrounded her with its hot, exciting smells. It 
groped at her sex holes and it was all hers for the asking. 

"Please ... help me ... satisfy me," she pleaded. "I can't take much more." 

The stroking and the licking continued unabated by her cries of urgency. 
Though the whole family was hot and excited-as stimulated as Julie-they 
continued to work her passion spots. Despite her cries for fulfillment and 
her demanding screams for satisfaction, the family ignored her and kept up 
the steady pace. 

Julie was going out of her mind. David had dived into her thick pubic hair 
and Kenny was roaring through the hot, pink flesh of her rump ravine. And 
she couldn't forget Margaret's hot, kissing mouth glued to her sensitive 
nipples. 

She felt herself being lifted off the ground, her legs now floating from 
underneath as if gravity had disappeared and just when she thought that her 
mind was completely blown, Julie heard David's soft voice speaking to her. 

"You want a good fucking," he said, "You want my hot penis between those 
slippery cunt lips, spreading my manhood strength through every pore in your 
body?" 

She groaned as the words seemed to paralyze her. "Oh, that's what I want," 
she whispered. "Dear God, I want that giant cock meat more than anything!" 

Julie felt Margaret's mouth licking her again and again. Her strength had 
been nearly exhausted. She felt the cock plunging away between her ass 
cheeks and wished that Kenny had applied vaseline to his pecker before 
rooting about in that sensitive flesh. 

She strained her twat and realized the prick she so badly wanted between her 
thighs was only a scant half inch away. She could feel the tip striking her 
coiled pubic hair and that only further incensed her passion. She was 
huffing and puffing for air and her whole body seemed alive with sexual 
activity. 

"I need it ... want it badly," she cried out in desperation. Squirming her 
hips, she could actually feel the cock's misshapen head at the gooey entry 
to her love channel and for the first time she broke out into tears. "God, 
give it to me right this minute," she cried. "Yes, now!" 

"Just relax, darling," David told her. "My cock is so big and your cunt is 
so small, though very juicy I must admit, that it will take a little time 
getting used to." 

Holding her legs firmly, he inched his cock into the parted lips of her 
passion hole. The pungent smelling juice lubricated his entry and he felt 
Julie twitch as excess fluid ran down her twat mound. She was enormously 
wet, he told herself. 

"This will be a glorious fuck," he whispered. "And don't feel guilty because 
it's me. After all sex is sex and it doesn't matter where it comes from as 
long as you get your share. Right?" 

"Ohhhhhh! ... yes ... Hurrryyyy!" she was pleading and begging and with him 
so close, the thought of his leaving seemed unbearable. 

She felt the big head of his cock between her cunt folds, felt it rubbing, 
then heard David catch his breath and felt his sex stem rush up her love 
channel. 

"Ooooooo! Soooo goooood!" she groaned, her hips now pumping crazily, 
enjoying his big cock, rubbing her channel walls around his surging pecker 
flesh. Behind her, Kenny was out of her ass ravine, but that did not stop 
him from fingering her bunghole and massaging her butt cheeks. 

"I'm going to make you so fucking hot," he screamed, "you'll come all over 
the place." His fingers plunged into her willing flesh, working the 
sphincter muscle opened so he could penetrate her ass tube with two finger 
insertions. 

"Oh, please don't stop!" She was excited and her passion holes opened up 
like flowers blooming in springtime. She experienced the sensation of having 
her cunt fucked and her ass-hole reamed out at the same instant. 

"Oh nice ... Jesus, it's nice ... don't leave," she pleaded. The drug only 
increased her awareness to their sexual attack and her whole body was 
throbbing like a giant heart muscle. 

Her screaming and humping made her a better fuck. David had screwed lots of 
women before, but this teenager was giving him the workout of his life. His 
balls were already boiling hot and his pecker was harder than it had ever 
been before. He felt like fucking her all night, but his nuts wouldn't stand 
for such masochism. He had to come and right away. He grunted and groaned as 
his shaft reached deeper into the wet sleeve of her womb, scooping out more 
hot cunt cream as he pistoned stroked her channel. Kenny was doing a job on 
her ass ravine and David knew how sore the little girl would be in the 
morning. But that wasn't his worry. Right then he wanted nothing more than 
to dump his come load inside her. 

"Do you want it? ... Do you want my white, gooey come," he asked. 

The girl tried to answer but her throat was full of phlegm and she admitted 
only a gurgling sound. 

Her cunt was moving up and down, back and forth, like a giant sucking clam. 
His balls were straining and his cock was shooting blanks when David found 
out he could hold back his climax no longer. 

"This is it! ... White hot come, just the way you like it," he screamed as 
his hips reared back then pistoned forward in a final lunge. His jizz 
reached through his cock and spurted inside the little girl's climaxing 
pussy. Her cunt hugged his cock stem and the silvery cream filled her hole. 

"Aaaaiiiieeee!! ! " Julie screamed, feeling the come race up her tube and 
into her hot womb room. Behind her she could feel Kenny working her ass-hole 
and screaming to himself. "I'm coming, look at this." Then she experienced 
his hot juice racing all over her butt as he masturbated his prick. 

"Oh, God ... wonderful," was all the excited girl could say. She humped and 
flung her gorgeous hips about, sucking in David's joyous come and greedily 
hoarding the fluid up in her womb. 

Julie was happy as the sexing reached a peak. For wild as the scene was she 
realized through the drugged haze of her mind, that this was only the 
beginning. There was lots more sex where this was coming from! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Julie had heard the word conundrum before. It meant puzzle or something like 
that. Anyway, she felt as if she had been thrown into a conundrum. 

For the past several days she had been locked in the house a virtual 
prisoner. Margaret had forbid her to go outside which meant she had to 
confine her activities to the small house. 

Not that she minded because there was plenty of sex. David made love to her 
at least once a day and when he was through Kenny took over. It wasn't very 
long before she learned everything there was to know about sex. 

Julie wondered how much longer her stepmother was going to keep her penned 
up. She wanted to get out and go back to school and see Mark Dickson. At the 
drive-in he had hinted at all sorts of things and she wanted to show him a 
few things she had learned from her family. Yet she doubted if Margaret 
would approve of their dating again. "Mark is a bad boy and you are hot to 
date him anymore," she told Julie. 

Tears had flooded her eyes when her step-mother tried to end their budding 
romance, Julie was determined to continue their relationship. 

But how she was going to do it? Julie didn't know. But she knew that was she 
had to get out of the house. If she didn't leave soon, Julie felt she might 
go crazy. Besides, the high school trip to Washington was leaving the next 
day and she wanted desperately to be on that train so she could see Mark. 
She had lots of gossip to tell him. 

But whatever feelings of hostility Julie felt, she was careful to hide it 
from her family. Every morning Margaret brought her orange juice, which she 
pretended to drink, at least until their backs were turned and she had a 
chance to throw it out. Gradually the woozy feeling in her head subsided and 
she gained more strength in her arms and legs. Her heart that day was 
pounding furiously as she decided to break out of the house and go see Mark 
Davidson. Margaret and David were spending most of the time in the bedroom 
together and were not keeping an eye on Julie. 

"She's too doped up to go anywhere," laughed David once when he thought she 
was not listening. Well she'd show them all right. She packed her clothes in 
a small plastic bag and when she heard the bed springs groaning in the 
master bedroom, she crept downstairs and into the basement. All the doors 
and windows were locked from the inside, but Margaret had overlooked the 
basement window. Her foot hit an old floor board halfway down the stairs and 
for an instant, she feared that Margaret would come running out. But her 
step-mother was too busy fucking and Julie was down the stairs and out the 
window in a second. 

"I will not go back," she told herself later that night. The air had turned 
bitterly cold and she had forgotten to pack a jacket. Her flesh was blue and 
she was afraid of freezing to death. She was standing outside a telephone 
booth where she had just finished talking to Mark. 

Hurry, she told herself, hurry or I'll turn into a block of ice. 

Her cunny was tingling and wet with excitement when she saw the headlights 
come flashing around the corner. The old Chevy pulled over to the curb and 
she recognized Mark's good looking face smiling back at her when he opened 
the door. 

"Say, darling," he said, "what brings you out into the night air." 

"Just drive, I can't explain," she said. "And let me have a coat. I'm 
freezing to death." 

She was happy to see Mark again. So happy that her first impulse was to grab 
for his pecker which she could see was rising up in his trousers. "Let's go 
to the drive-in," she suggested, hoping he would catch the subtlety of her 
remark. 

"My folks want me home," he said, the despair showing in his voice. "Maybe 
some other time." 

They rode on in silence before Julie explained to him that she had run away 
from home and was going to Washington with an important message for her 
father. 

He listened contently before showing any emotion. "Christ, then I've got to 
hide you for the night," he said. He drought for a moment, then his face 
brightened as an idea popped into his mind. "How about the barn. I can sneak 
you some blankets and stuff and then you can come with me to the train 
station in the morning." 

"Yeah, far out," she said. "On the condition that you come visit me." She 
smiled pertly and reached for the rise in his pants. His cock was thick and 
hard like a coiled garden hose. He groaned with delight when she reached 
inside and began stroking his prick. 

"Sure thing. I'll sneak out after dinner and bring you the stuff," he said. 
Suddenly they were in the driveway of Mark's house and Julie had to 
reluctantly draw back her hand. 

"Don't forget me," she pleaded. "It's very important that I get to 
Washington." 

"How could I forget!" he exclaimed. He got out of the car and showed Julie 
the path out to the barn in back. It was used mostly now to store hay, he 
told her, and she could make a comfortable bed for herself. He took a thick, 
ragged quilt from the trunk and gave it to her to sleep in. 

"Goodnight," he said, planting a kiss on her cheek and walking into the 
house. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Her mind felt porous like a 
piece of Swiss cheese and she had difficulty keeping her thoughts straight. 

The only certainty was seeing her father in Washington. After explaining to 
him all her troubled thoughts, he would know what to do. He might even have 
enough sense to dump Margaret and get a wife that really loved him. 

As the cold winds whipped through the barn, the beginnings of an idea began 
to grow at the eye of her conscious mind. The events of the past two weeks 
were tied in somehow to the powerful job that her father held. 

She had been too occupied with the budding sexual needs of her body to see 
the overall picture, but there was no doubt in her mind now that all the 
wonderful sexing was serving an ulterior purpose. She realized that her 
escape had been made just in time. 

Margaret had used sex to get at her, thought Julie. It was not entirely by 
accident that Kenny had lured her to the woods where they stumbled onto 
Sherri and David. And when Kenny had forced his sex upon her in the kitchen, 
it was not by chance that Sherri and David happened to walk in on them. 

A creepy sense of dread shrouded her thoughts. Her family, she realized, had 
set out to abuse and humiliate her. They were evil people who had nothing 
less in mind than total domination of her mind and body. Perhaps they wanted 
her to join them, to be the younger version of Sherri. Or maybe the darling 
sycophant who endlessly followed the sexual whims of Margaret. 

It did not take genius to see the treachery that lay beneath the good 
manners and friendly veneer that so aptly described her step-mother and 
children. Julie was only fourteen years old, but she'd grown up quickly 
since that day her bicycle seat had sparked the awakening of her sexuality. 
If that had not happened, if she had been ignorant of her sexual urges, 
perhaps Julie would have caved in to the brutal demands of her adopted 
family. As it was, she had learned the magical secrets of sex and kept her 
identity. Now, she had to find out the motive lurking behind Margaret's 
treachery. She had to find out for herself and also for her father. 

She wrapped the thick quilt around her tightly and lay back into the hay. 
The day had been long and sleep rushed to fill her tired mind. Tomorrow was 
a new day, she thought. She had learned a few things about herself and the 
world and so armed she would be ready to face the awful demands that the 
adult world places on the shoulder of its youth. 

But more than that, she would also have Mark at her side. She would not be 
along, she realized, and then a smile crossed her lips as she drifted off 
into a peaceful sleep. There would be his big, muscular body at her side-and 
more importantly on her thighs-to help her along... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Julie had never seen a penis so large before. It parted her thighs and 
shimmied up her erotic triangle and slipped into her cunt channel like soft 
clay. It filled her with tingling warmth and made her scream with 
unmentionable pleasures. And as her hips rotated in joyous ecstasy, sucking 
the pulsating male organ into the deepest recesses of her vagina, she felt 
another pole, equally thick and wonderful oozing into her ass channel. The 
pole rippled through her butt hole up into her like a giant wave of pleasure 
and she slowly felt herself being lifted off the ground as the two sex poles 
throbbed like wild fire inside her holes. 

It was the best dream Julie ever had and when Mark woke her up in the 
morning her cunt was glistening with joy juice. A wet dream, she thought, 
and it had left her so horny for a big throbbing penis that she nearly 
pulled Mark down beside her. 

Mark did not readily understand her fervid desires and quickly back off. 
"Come on quit acting crazy," he snapped, "we've got a train to catch." 

She clambered from the bed and hurried out to the waiting car. Her cunt 
itched for sex in the worse possible way and the smell of her excretions 
filled the car with animal aromas. She hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Dickson would 
not smell it. 

She thought it strange that the Dickson's did not appear curious to her 
sleeping overnight in their barn. They seemed oblivious to her, interested 
only in getting to the train on time. 

The old Chevy sedan roared up to the station with a few minutes to spare. 
Julie suddenly realized that she was without a ticket, but Mark nudged her 
arm and when they walked up to the ticket booth, Mr. Dickson paid for two. 

"Nothing's too good for the Congressman's pretty daughter," he said proudly, 
giving Julie a tuck under the chin that only increased the flow of lubricant 
into her panties. "Now children have a good time and don't do anything I 
wouldn't do." 

He let out a loud chuckling laugh. Julie wonder what he meant by the remark. 
The conductor opened up the passenger entry and the children hurried out to 
the platform where they were met by their school chums. 

"This is certainly going to be something," said Mark. And Julie could only 
agree as she clutched his arm and rubbed unselfconsciously up against his 
thigh. 

"Yes, it is," she said. 

She found that the passenger car was large and comfortable and they had no 
trouble finding a place to put their things and settle back for the brisk 
trip to Washington. 

"This is beautiful," said Mark, lounging in the soft train seat. "A nice 
place to rest and a pretty little chick that I really dig to keep me 
company." 

Julie couldn't resist the temptation to snuggle up on his lap and place her 
head on his chest. She noticed his blood was racing through his veins a mile 
a minute and his hands trembled as they stroked her flaxen hair. 

He's as excited as I am, she said to herself. He must be aware of how sexy I 
feel. 

Julie had the opportunity to stop, for she was sure Mark was too much the 
gentleman to make advances. But that was not her style, at least not anymore 
since she had experienced the wonderful pleasures of sexual fulfillment. 

Gingerly she rubbed the bulge in Mark's pants. First the rubbing, then the 
licking and sucking, she thought. 

Mark was going out of his mind. He suppressed the urge to groan like a 
wounded bull. Her fingers ignited sparks through his muscular body and it 
was all he could from sticking his hand into her pants and playing with her' 
wet mound. He had fucked a few girls, but never had the sex been so blatant 
and as exciting as the cockrubbing this fourteen year-old temptress was 
giving him. 

"Jesus ... you gotta stop that," he groaned brushing her hand away. "Keep 
that up and I'll take drastic measures." 

"I wish you would," she replied impishly. She was staring into his eyes and 
there was no way Mark could misinterpret the warm lust mirrored in her blue 
eyes. "Just for once don't act like a gentleman. Act well, you know ... like 
an animal!" 

Mark turned his head. There were kids and teachers all around them and even 
if he said to hell with modesty and started balling Julie right in the coach 
seat, they would be pulled apart. 

"Christ," he snapped. "Come on follow me. Hurry up!" 

He nearly took her arm off as he pulled Julie from the seat and they hurried 
down the aisle to the small washroom compartment at the end of the car. No 
one was looking their way and he pushed Julie inside and locked the door 
after him. 

"You're so brave hot stuff," he mocked. "When you've got an audience. But 
now there's just me and what are you going to do. Put up or shut up?" 

Julie smiled meekly at her boyfriend before setting out to put her words 
into action. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly freeing the 
coiled penis. Julie gently reached for the cock stem and stroked him 
passionately. She worked the big head of his cock then grabbed his stubborn 
penis and placed it between her two lips. 

"Oh Jesus," he gasped. "That's just wonderful!" he was grinding his 
ass-cheeks in rhythm to her cocksucking and only after she'd been sucking 
diligently for several moments did he realize what a hot chick he had. His 
cock was acting stubborn in his first bout with mouth sucking, but Julie was 
licking him and making the hot sex stem come alive. 

"Do you want me to stop licking you?" she teased him. "Your cock is having a 
hard time standing at attention." 

"I'll show you a thing or two about hard cocks," he snapped. Mark was fired 
up over the girl's taunting remarks and ripping his dick, now hard and 
greasy from her sucking, from her mouth, Mark pulled roughly at the buttons 
on her pants. 

"Here, let me help," she insisted, for there was nothing that Julie wouldn't 
do for him now. Wearing a beaming smile of pride and shaking only slightly 
from the throbbing of her sex glans, Julie slid out of her rumpled slacks 
and rolled off her panties. 

Mark stood back and watched impassively as her cunt triangle was bared in 
all its glorious beauty before his disbelieving eyes. She was built all 
right for a young girl, and her cunt gleamed like a rare jewel. She was 
beautiful in every detail and his penis was jerking about like a fire hose 
full of water. His first two fucks had been less than satisfactory affairs, 
but this time he was going to get all the pleasure and satisfaction that he 
wanted. He kneeled before the hairy cunt and grabbing her ass cheeks with 
his hands pulled her snatch before his outstretched tongue. 

"Yaaaaaa! You can eat me anytime at all," she gasped. His tongue was licking 
her cunt lips and sticking into her fetid channel and she once again felt 
hot and sexually excitable. 

She rolled her hips and humped her crotch against his defiant tongue and 
when the hot pussy juice dribbled from her hole he was there to catch every 
drop. She was hot and excited and her steamy cunt hole stirred them both 
into passionate lovemaking. 

Mark's inexperience was no handicap. He resisted the temptation to push 
things and lay back, continuing to suck the girl's hot twat while his 
fingers dug discreetly into her ass ravine. 

Her cheeks were supple and wildly exciting to his touch and earthy smells 
drifted up from her crotch and her butt slit. In the course of his twat 
eating, Mark discovered her rigid clitoris and this too he sucked with 
wonderful results. 

"Ooooooo!! ! " she exploded. He was barely able to control his excitement as 
sucking turned to thrusting. Her body willingly gave in to his commanding 
tongue and when she pulled his face away, her cunt was drenched in spit and 
pungent lubricant. 

"I make you happy ... everywhere ... tell me what makes you happy," she 
groaned. Mark loved eating her tempestuous cunt, but his cock was making 
intolerable demands on him. The young thing had sucked his tool and he had 
eaten her sex organs. Her fragrance covered him, making his head spin with 
her sex and her womanly excitement. 

"I want you ... please ... I want you everywhere," he pleaded. The warmth of 
her mouth still throbbed inside him. He could dig coming down her throat, 
that would really turn him on. And Julie was more than willing. She'd slop 
down his sperm seed like a trooper and not think anything at all about it. 
But his mind drifted down to the inviting hole between her legs. It was the 
black hole covered with fur that intrigued him. It oozed syrupy-like 
lubricant down into her hairy bush. He wanted to thrust his penis into her 
lubricant. It was hot and moist and would cover his inflamed member like 
bath oils covering tired muscles. 

His hand slipped to her crotch hair and rolled around in the curly 
follicles. Without hesitation, he slipped a finger into her hole and fucked 
her that way, with gentle strokes. Julie's groaning and humping did not stop 
him from his duties. Her slime drenched his hand and in a splurge of fantasy 
he slipped his cunt-soaked hand underneath her legs and jabbed incessantly 
at her ass-hole. 

"No, no, not that," pleaded Julie. She was not prepared for his inventive 
lovemaking. She pressed against his hand without success and with a sudden 
jolt of force, Mark buried his finger into her sphincter muscle. 

"Aaaaiiiieee!! ! " Julie was shocked at his sudden penetration and her body 
began doing strange things. It bucked and humped against his plunging finger 
at a rapid pace. The finger slashed at her ass-hole door and she responded 
by hunching her bunghole up and down his finger. They grunted and groaned in 
luxurious delight at the discovery of their new source of pleasure. 

Mark was grinning at her and she was smiling back as their body began the 
ancient dance of love. 

"Stick me with it," she pleaded. "I want you here, in my cunt. Give it to me 
... I want it, damn it ... I need it here inside where my pussy can fuck 
your cock." 

"Keep it up darling," he laughed. "I like it when you talk dirty. That 
really turns me on." 

He continued jabbing away at her ass-hole with a torrid series of flashing 
penetrations that left Julie breathless. "Oh God, that feels strange, you 
putting your finger up there. It hurts but I love the feeling." 

Her cunt was squirting like a squashed orange, and the smell was 
overpowering. It drifted up from her crotch and clogged their noses with its 
pungent aroma. For an instant, the odor overpowered Mark and he felt 
surfeited by the richness and the excessiveness of her drool. 

"Hurry! You must hurry, darling," she begged, now groaning and humping and 
begging him for the virgin penis that he withheld from her. 

Every atom of her flesh tingled with desire and as he slowly advanced, his 
penis now rubbing against the thick sporan of pubic hair, Julie began to 
scream and pull madly at his body. 

The animal desire had overcome her tiny, uncomprehending mind and she 
growled at him like a cornered bitch protecting her pups. Mark could sense 
the underlying violence and though he wanted to tickle and tease her some 
more, his own sexual stirrings would not allow it. 

He pulled the finger from her ass-hole and rudely wipe it clean in her 
crotch fuzz. Julie's face was contorted in pain. Her eyes were closed 
tightly as mucous poured freely from her nostrils and her trembling lower 
lip. Her ripe breasts were balls of knotted flesh. Her every muscle was 
straining with expectation, her nerves tight as piano wire. From die back of 
her throat came the pleading voice that made his heart pound from the very 
innocence of its sound. 

"Mark ... I love you ... I want you." It was the voice of a tiny girl grown 
up in a world she did not understand. She was a ball of molten fire slowly 
disintegrating before his gaze and Mark knew he could not let this happen. 
Not to this girl anyway, the one he loved and knew so well. 

"Baby, your prayers are answered," he said somewhat pompously. "I'm coming 
in you right now. Right this very instant!" 

Without another word, Mark rolled his hips, pulling back his giant cock so 
the head stuck firmly between her wetting pussy lips. Suddenly his hips 
blurred with forward movement and the sex pipe went roaring into her cunt 
folds. He felt the skin squish against her juicy flesh and experienced the 
glowing satisfaction of his penis parting soft flesh as it traveled up the 
length of her love channel. He was overjoyed and extremely excited as his 
cock dove deeper and deeper into the tight slit. Juice and smells poured out 
from her holes and the deeper he went the softer and more sensitive her cunt 
walls became. 

"OOOOHHHHH!" Julie could not believe how good it felt inside her. His 
plunging prick took her breath away and she gasped for air, her lungs 
heaving as if filled with sawdust, while Mark jostled her snatch. The prick 
went in and out of her twat with jackhammer precision. She had never felt so 
much sexual intensity before. She wondered if she could handle such deep 
penetration. Already her thighs were wobbly and her whole body felt heavy as 
lead weights. Desperately, she grabbed his broad shoulders and hung on while 
he pile drived her cunt. 

"I want your cunt, darling," he said, his confidence returning as he worked 
away on her twat. "I love you and need you and I'm going to fuck your hole 
until you come a thousand times!" 

That was all right with Julie, for her whole abdomen heaved with the 
stroking of his cock. In the wild fantasies that filled her mind during the 
act of sex, Julie could see her cunt lips open up and her guts drop away 
like so much raw meat. 

"Oh God ... it's here already," she moaned, her butt slamming against the 
wall of the washroom compartment. "Feel it ... I ... amm yess! Oh YES!" 

From within her bowels roared the voice of her screaming orgasm rising like 
a mysterious voice to the parted slit of her cunt face. Julie squirmed her 
hips against the bucking prick shaft as his hard meat sent jolts of pleasure 
through her nerve train. She was into it now, screaming and yelling and 
hunching and fucking with all her might. 

"FUCK ME!! ! FUCK ME ... OH! OHH!! ! OHHH!! ! GOD FUCK MEEEEE!! ! " She was 
half goddess and half animal to Mark and he couldn't wait to drench the warm 
sex pit that so wonderfully held on to his sex pole with long stringy gobs 
of semen. The hot fluid gushed from his sack, into his prick shaft. The 
muscles surrounding the cock head tightened down to hold back the sperm 
load. He groaned with every stroke and cursed himself that he could not put 
off the inevitable any longer. A feeling of profound relief passed through 
his mind as the hungry cunt tightened up ort his cock and he grinned broadly 
as he brought his hips back in a final surge of energy before slamming his 
spurting shaft deep into the girl's sex hole. 

The sperm shot forward like hot taffy into her slot and he roared with 
delight as Julie sucked up all of his seed. 

"Hey, what's going on in there," said an angry voice outside the 
compartment. "What are you kids doing. I've got a key and I'm coming in 
right this minute." 

Mark's cock was draining into Julie. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz found its 
way to the depths of her secret womb. The energy drained from his tired 
muscles and the world seemed all in one piece for once. He heard the voice 
as did Julie, but his thoughts were drifting miles away by then. 

"No matter what the school does," he said, as his sperm continued soaking 
her hole, "I love you and I'll take care of you." 

He put out an arm to give her assurance, but the prick which bound them 
together was more than enough security for Julie. "Fuck the school," she 
said. "I'll have daddy get the Fed's after them if they fuck around with 
me." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The compartment door opened abruptly and through the opening the young 
lovers saw a plump looking man with a walrus moustache and a glaring pair of 
deep set eyes that stared through both of them. 

He said nothing at first and he really didn't have to. The dark blue uniform 
worn for decades by the train conductors told them everything. Julie was 
fascinated by the gold watch chain that spread across his vest and by the 
highly polished brass buttons that held the vest tightly across his bulging 
stomach. He seemed like a character out of an old Western movie come back to 
life. It was funny in a way, but the joke was short lived for the conductor 
was in no laughing mood. 

"Zip your pants boy," he snapped. A crowd had begun to gather outside the 
narrow passageway and the conductor sternly told them to move on while he 
attended to official business! He stepped forward and closed the door behind 
him. "I will not have this moral degeneracy on my train, is that clear." 

Julie's pants were pulled down to her knees and her bush still glistened 
with the afterglow of their prepubescent mating. Her tiny breast mounds 
flushed from the explosion of her orgasm and the nipples stood out hard as 
small red rubies. She was a young girl barely in her teens, yet her flesh 
reeked of sex. All of these things were not overlooked by the stern faced 
conductor; she had the charms of a punk kid and the experience of a woman. 
His cock responded to her nudity, growing like a coiled snake within the 
billowy space of his underwear. 

He turned his attention away from the girl and focused on Mark Davidson who 
by now had zipped up and stood flattened against the wall quaking like a 
small boy ready for his first spanking. "I abhor school trips young man," he 
sneered. "I get this sort of cheap behavior all the time and this will be 
the end. Report to the principal right now. He wants to see you. And I mean 
RIGHT NOW!" 

Mark ran from the compartment as if his life depended on it: "I'm sorry 
Julie," he managed to squeak before disappearing out the door. The door 
closed and the sound of his footsteps were heard faintly in the closed 
compartment. 

Alone and naked with a strange man Julie wondered what happened next. The 
conductor's burly girth was only inches away from her and the strong smell 
of his breath sent a chill through her body. She stared at the gold watch 
band and noticed how his stomach rose and fell with increasing rapidity. 
He's gasping for breath, she thought, like he just ran an endurance race. 

"You're coming with me, Julie," he snapped, putting his hand on her arm. 
"There's somebody to see you." 

He watched with growing intensity as she pulled up her cotton panties and 
zipped her Levi slacks. His eyes never left her pouting breasts as she 
buttoned up the frilly blouse. She was young enough to be his own daughter 
yet the blood swelled his head like a ripe melon at the thought of taking 
her right in the car. 

Julie felt the burning gaze of his eyes and for the first time she felt fear 
burning through her brain. "Hey, do you really work for the train, Mister?" 

As he stepped closer, his rising cock stretched out so his pants bulge 
nestled against her waist. She tried to push the big man away and her finger 
alighted upon his cock. 

"You like that, don't you," the gruff talking conductor said. "In here 
fucking the young boy when what you really wanted was a grown man." 

"Get away from me," she begged, now terrified as the overwhelming desire to 
flee filled her body. "You're a phony and I'm going to tell." 

The conductor whipped a small handkerchief from his pocket, filled it with 
solution from a small vial and pressed it against her face. The girl 
squirmed valiantly, but he held her tightly while the chloroform took hold. 
Then her body went slack in his arms, and though not completely unconscious, 
she was tractable and would cause no problem getting her off the train. 

However, before he opened the compartment door there was a small matter to 
clear up first. His guts had been aching since he'd spotted her from the 
picture he carried in his pocket, ached in the worst way and with her lithe, 
girlish body limp against the wall he had his chance. 

His trembling fingers found the buttons to her pants and quickly opened them 
up. He slid them down to her knees and they were quickly followed by the 
panties. The Walrus moustache twitched with anticipation; his sex weary eyes 
brightened like rare jewels at the sight of her exquisitely formed twat. It 
shone and glistened from past desires and eagerly he pressed his face into 
her cunt goo and whipped his moustache into the fast congealing cunt wash. 

Julie groaned and in her half asleep trance she was only dimly aware of the 
fingers which now probed her cunny. She realized something felt terribly 
good inside her and the pleasant collage of wonderful dreams which clouded 
her unconscious only stimulated her pleasure spots. Faster and faster the 
finger slide into her channel and then their hot activity was followed by a 
pause. 

"Whaa ... Are youuuuuu..." she spoke through numb lips, the words spilling 
out like those of a drunks. She felt her butt cheeks leave the ground and 
then in the airy stillness a new sensation filled her. Something was 
stirring between her legs, something big and strange and very exciting. She 
was too drugged from the chloroform to resist the advances of the conductor. 
His cock was out of his pants, hard as an iron bar, and he had pulled her 
hips upward so his prick could awake her sleeping cunt hole. He grinned to 
himself as the cock head slipped into her defenseless opening. It was like 
fucking a girl in her sleep. Or better yet like fucking a dead one in the 
morgue, something he had tried only once and found the experience to be more 
exciting than anything he had tried before. 

"Margaret will kill me if she finds out," he said to himself, as his hog-leg 
prick thrust in and out of her firm cunny. There was plenty of residue 
lubricant to suckle his cock and his nut sack filled immediately with his 
seed. Harder and harder he pumped her twat with long love strokes of excited 
cock. 

He was groaning and humping and his deep penetration seemed to breathe life 
into the girl for she smiled warmly and managed even to buck her hips in 
time with his powerful hip thrusts. 

"Jesus, what a hot one," he exclaimed, then the rapturous joy of release 
flooded him and a feeling of contentment flushed from his brain to the depth 
of his bowels as the sperm spurted forcefully from his penis into the 
sucking maw of the girl's womb. Spurt after spurt of excited jizz filled her 
gaping hole and when his balls were emptied he fell over her slumped body 
and kissed her hard nipples until she groaned. 

"Wonder ... ful. . . " she managed to say. Then the room went dark and the 
dreams of her drugged sleep took over. Julie slipped into unconsciousness. 

When her eyes batted open, the walls were still white and the smells 
entering her nostrils were the same mixture of sweat, stainless steel and 
cleaning polish. She thought for an instant that she'd been left in the 
train washroom. But once her pupils had adjusted to the light, she realized 
that the room was larger and much different. 

Julie could not move her arms as they were tied to a table with leather 
thongs. She managed to raise her head and in the corner she saw the familiar 
outline of Margaret's naked body. She was standing calmly looking down at 
her with that intense unblinking stare Julie had learned to dread. 

"I see that you're awake, sweetie," she spat. "It's been several hours. 
That's the way chloroform works." 

Julie pressed against her bonds, but she was bound securely to the table. 
Her legs were spread out to the corners with her feet overlapping the edge. 
She'd been stripped completely of her clothes and a draft of cool air sent 
goose bumps spreading across her rump. 

"How ... how did I. . . " she began. 

Suddenly the portly man in the conductor's suit loomed over her. Though this 
time he wore a white shirt and slacks. 

"Meet Arthur," said Margaret. "I guess you have a right to know each other. 
Arthur works for the railroad, but he also works for me. Today was his day 
off, but when I discovered you had gone last night, I figured you would be 
on the train. So Arthur went back to work for just a few hours." 

Her mind flashed back to the compartment and the strangeness of their 
meeting. Had he really fucked her while she was half unconscious? Julie 
couldn't be sure. The whole cock-eyed scene was too weird and anything could 
have happened. She also wondered what had happened to Mark? Had he really 
left her for good in the hands of these people. She shuddered for the hoax 
had been very convincing. Right that minute Mark was probably on the train 
wondering what had happened to her and the mysterious conductor. 

Margaret was walking about mindless of the fact that she wore no clothes. 
She turned towards the girl and smiled benevolently. 

"Dear, in a few hours, your father is going to walk right through that 
door," she said. "And when he does I want you to be ready for him." 

She laughed wickedly and the shiver of terror rippled through Julie's body. 
The last thing in the world she wanted now was to have her father see her 
tied up and stark naked on a table. 

"Daddy, will fix you, Margaret," she cried. "He'll make all of you wish that 
you'd never been born." 

"We'll see," she snapped. "But in the meantime, we've got some time to 
kill." Margaret turned to the door behind Julie and yelled for someone Julie 
had never heard of. 

The door opened and heavy footsteps approached the table. A hearty laugh 
ensued and Julie wondered what was going on when suddenly she felt a 
shearing pain in the center of her sphincter muscle. 

"OUCH!! ! " she screamed. Her hips thrashed on the table but she was secured 
to the table and there was no means of escape. She realized that she was at 
the mercy of her captives and that the only way to survive was to do what 
they wished her to do and somehow hope for a miracle. 

"W-W-What are you going to do to me," she cried helplessly as a finger 
massaged the button hole to her rectum. "What is it that you want." 

"Why darling," said Margaret approaching the head of the table, her thick 
twat bush only inches from Julie's scared face. "We're going to have some 
fun with each other. Just like old times." 

She looked up over Julie's head. "Aren't we Alfredo?" 

A terrible raucous laugh split the air. It was the laugh of a crazy man; the 
voice of a man used to violence and pain. It scared her to the very core. 

"A wonderful time," said Alfredo. "You will like." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

The anguished flames of pain that centered in Julie's bung hole died down to 
embers. Whatever had hurt her so badly had been removed, but there was a 
lingering dread that the agonizing sensation might return at any moment. 

She was tied securely to the table, her limbs stretched out so all her 
passion holes were readily exposed. Julie couldn't fight her attackers and 
she couldn't escape. For the first time in her life, the helpless feeling of 
blind terror filled her body. She was a reservoir ready to be drained off or 
to be pumped full of secretions until the liquid overflowed its banks. She 
felt small and helpless and terribly afraid. 

A heavy set man in a white Panama suit smoking a smelly cigar walked into 
her view. Stretching her neck Julie could barely make out his face: swarthy, 
pock-marked skin masking cruel Indian features. A small moustache crawled 
across his upper lip like a caterpillar. 

"Your father and I are old friends," he told her. "He be so happy that you 
are in my hands." A hideous laugh burst from his thick lips. Alfredo walked 
away from her in a circle, admiring her developing young flesh like a horse 
owner would admire a young colt. 

"You are most beautiful," he said with true admiration. "A fine girl a 
beautiful girl that would honor my own family." 

"You wouldn't be sticking things in my ass-hole if I were your daughter," 
she snapped. The dreadful sound of his hyena laugh filled the room. 

"And quite right," he said: "I reserve those special pleasures for only my 
good friends like yourself. My daughter ... I would take her in the front 
... how do you Americans say it ... the cunt!" Another uproarious laugh 
split the still afternoon air. 

They had the beginnings of a nice dialogue which Julie hoped to keep up as 
she tried to think of a way out of her situation, but Margaret cut in 
abruptly. 

"I'm glad you two like each other," she said. "But let's get down to 
business. The congressman ... my husband if you will ... is going to be here 
shortly." 

"Porque no?" said Alfredo. "I make a little conversation, to put the 
muchacha at ease." 

Julie wondered why her step-mother was so disturbed at their talking. She 
seemed impatient if not mildly jealous if that was the right word for the 
curt way she was acting. Certainly Margaret here all the right cards and had 
no reason to feel jealous of anyone at the moment. But that changed quickly. 
Julie felt a hot rush of air tickle her bunghole. 

"Wowwww!" she gasped. Hot searing pain which had only moments before left 
her screaming with pain had been replaced by this other feeling. It felt 
like a small wet animal curling up in her crack and only when the slithering 
flesh probed her prune shaped sphincter did Julie realize that it was 
Alfredo's tongue. 

"Jesus, how can you suck a girl's ass-hole," taunted Margaret. "That's 
really vile." Yet Margaret's carping seemed only half in earnest as a tone 
of envy crept into her commanding voice. 

Alfredo pressed his fat lips against the ring of bunched channel muscle and 
licked the pink eye that stared indifferently back at his fat face from the 
ravine of her ass cheeks. His tongue licked and sucked and slurped wads of 
slimy spit into her ass channel until the pink muscle softened up. 

Julie was groaning with savage delight; the greasy vegetable oil used to 
soften her ass channel before paled in comparison to sensuous feeling of 
human spit lodged in her butt. She coiled her hips and rolled them against 
Alfredo's face while his tongue continued to work its magic inside her butt 
hole. 

"You're so good and creamy up there," she told him. She loved his steady 
reaming of her hole and the way his fingers dipped into her coppery pubic 
bush and stroked the tense clit button standing at attention. 

"Yeeeeoooowwww!! ! " The tongue and finger stroking kindled sparks in her 
nervous system. 

But at the very peak of her passion when another second of stimulation would 
have sent her cascading over the edge into an orgasmic flury, Alfredo 
removed his tongue from her ass channel. 

"No, don't stop now," she begged. But the moment was lost and there was no 
bringing back his glorious stroking, at least for that moment. For Alfredo 
had other sexual tricks up his sleeve. 

"You tasted so sweet and innocent," he laughed, his fingers stirring up 
magic feeling between her quivering thighs. "I could feel the orgasm right 
at the tip of my tongue. But no, we do other things, very sexy things my 
sweets." 

Alfredo was talking gibberish as far as Julie was concerned. But she was 
willing to go along with his perverse ideas about sex because he certainly 
knew how to turn a girl on. 

"Goddamn it you fucking spic, stick the tool into her hole," demanded 
Margaret. She cursed and spit out her venomous words at Alfredo who seemed 
indifferent to insults. Julie heard him whistling behind her as if he didn't 
have a care in the world. But as the lilting tone of his musical whistle 
lulled her to sleep, another explosion ripped through her love channel. Her 
ass-hole screamed with pain and her butt cheeks tensed up as Alfredo 
assaulted her shitter with what seemed a hot iron shaft. 

"What's ... that," she complained, her mind jarred abruptly back to reality. 

Alfredo didn't answer at first, but continued sticking the hot 
poker-actually a long stainless steel shaft-up her butt hole. He had worked 
her hole into a relaxed state and the device slid easily up inside her. He 
paid no attention to the girl's urgent pleading, but concentrated on filling 
her hole with his electronic invention. And when she was filled and the 
shaft was stuck carefully up where it could not work itself out, Alfredo 
stood back and laughed out loud. 

"This is the really big one," he giggled like a school boy. As a boy roaming 
the back streets of Tijuana, Alfredo had learned many things about sex and 
he had carried this knowledge over into the field of scientific invention. 
What he had now was nothing less than an electrically wired dildo. The wires 
streaming from her butt connected to a plug. 

"This is no vibrator," he told her. "It connects directly to the nerve 
endings and sends out a constant electrical charge." 

He paused and looked down at her hole. "I know because a very wise Turk told 
me so." 

Margaret was fuming at Alfredo. Her cunny was hot and sweaty and she wanted 
him to switch on the device so she could get some fun of her own. 

"Turn it on! Make the fucking thing work!" she growled. Margaret turned her 
attention to Julie. Pulling her head up by the hair she stared down into the 
girl's frightened blue eyes. 

"When that buzzing starts roaring through your ass-hole, I want you to eat 
this," she snapped, pointing Julie towards her crotch. 

God, that's really sick, thought Julie. But just then, a tremendous jolt of 
energy exploded in her rectum. It was a glowing, sensuous explosion to be 
sure but it hit with the impact of a sledge hammer coming down on the big 
toe. Julie's hips rose up in the air then slammed down on the table with a 
tremendous slapping concussion. 

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! " she cried out as the electric dildo whizzed through her 
ass. The spark of electricity sent her muscles into spasms of activity. She 
flipped and hopped around on the table screaming and hunching and begging 
for sex like an enraged elk in the nit. 

"Fuck me ... oh, God take it out and fuck!" she screamed. Her insides 
twisted and jerked about and the trembling doors to her cunt womb emitted a 
strange pungent smelling drool. Sweat burst from her pores and her nipples 
swirled into iron hard pleasure nobs. 

The dildo was filling the pleasure void of her ass channel with continuous, 
throbbing pleasure. It was like a living thing inside her flesh wiggling 
with demonic fury to be released. It excited every cell in her body and 
spread a glowing warmth through her butt cheeks as the batter thick sex 
cream oozed from her ass-hole. 

Julie was screaming and humping and thrashing about. She eyed her mother 
step-mother's pubic brush thrust out before her mouth and greedily she bit 
into the hair, sucking the passion stained muff into her mouth. 

"Gooood!! ! " screamed Margaret as her daughter licked away at her cunny. 
Her slender hips pumped her cunt right up to her daughter's lips and humped 
away feeling the torrid jousting of Julie's tongue slashing at her enlarged 
clit. Whatever was going on in her daughter's ass channel was certainly 
doing wonders for Julie's sexual appetite. The little fourteen year old had 
been turned into a monster and she really digs eating thought her 
step-mother. 

The hunching and cunt eating accelerated at an unreal speed and Margaret 
felt her body screaming for relief as the womb juice deluged from her slit. 

"WONDERFUL DARLING ... FUCKING WONDERFUL!! ! " She gripped Julie's blonde 
hair and pulled her face into her cunt. The most intense climax in sex 
occurred when two women made love, thought Margaret. She loved fucking men, 
but she held back a little something when it came to climax time. Some 
people called her cold and even her few close friends noticed the cool 
facade she put on for the public. Only with women could Margaret unleash the 
terrible, all consuming passion of her body. And when that woman happened to 
be her own step-daughter, a fourteen year-old sex machine that ate her 
aristocratic cunt to within an inch of her aristocratic life ... well, that 
was something to celebrate. 

"COMING!! ! OH GOD! Eat mc quick," she screamed. The slobbery tongue 
slithered through her cunt for a final rush of stroking then landed on her 
clit where it vibrated against the stick like appendage. 

Margaret clutched her daughter's hair and froze hard as cement as her flesh 
tightened against Julie's mouth before coming unglued and exploding with 
sexual satisfaction. Suddenly the hands that had held her so tightly drooped 
lifelessly to her sides and the cunt lips parted and her life giving come 
juices poured from her womanly slit onto Julie's tongue. 

Crazed by the dildo plunging the depths of her ass-hole, Julie lapped up 
Margaret's sex batter without thinking and when her step-mother's orgasm 
reduced her to jelly, Julie thought nothing of it. For the mechanical cock 
was making intolerable demands on her body and she would do anything to 
satisfy the awful machine. 

"I think you have enough," said Alfredo, pulling the plug. The energy 
charged body of Julie Williams dropped lifelessly to the table and only a 
whimper escaped from her lips as Alfredo removed the metal prick from her 
ass-hole. His cock hurt from the intensity of his erection and as he circled 
in front of her he remembered the comment about his daughter. 

"Yes, muchacha," he said unzipping his pants so that his rigid prick could 
be free. "I wouldn't do to my daughter what I do to you." 

He pointed his cock towards her mouth and hunched the tip through her parted 
lips into the soothing warmth of her palate. He hunched and thrust the shaft 
in and out of her face and when she finally managed to gather up the energy 
to start a good sucking job, Alfredo's over-stimulated penis was ready to 
erupt. 

"Ahhhh!! ! ! " he laughed as his cock spurted come. The milky substance 
splateed in the girl's face, causing rubbery strings of come to hang from 
her nose and lips. 

"You like," he said, draining his balls. "My come is very good no?" 

Julie couldn't answer but she didn't avert her face as the semen formed 
intricate spider web patterns on her face. If she had turned her head just a 
bit she would have been wildly surprised. 

At the window looking down at the trio's amorous labors was Mark Dickson. He 
didn't look pleased. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Mark Davidson watched helplessly as the greasy Mexican spurted jism on the 
exhausted face of the girl he was going to marry. Tears of anger formed at 
the corners of his eyes. He would get his revenge for what those awful 
people had done to his girl, he thought. He balled his fists tightly, his 
mind already formulating a plan. 

In a matter of a few hours Mark Davidson had grown up to become a man. Years 
of time had been telescoped into a few intense hours. He had done many 
things to get to the hotel window from which he viewed the perverted scene 
below him. Driven by his love for Julie and his own ingrained sense of 
obligation, Mark had lied, cheated and forced his way into the shabby hotel 
at the center of town. 

Mark pulled his face from the window and sat down on the fire escape to plan 
his next move. He knew from the drift of conversation that the congressman, 
the one man Julie looked up to, was the key man to the plan. He was the 
reason Julie had been kidnapped off the train and it was for his benefit 
that this bunch of perverts had gathered to abuse his daughter. So until he 
discovered what the game plan was he would sit back and wait for his 
opportunity. Then he would strike, he thought, strike to revenge himself and 
the honor of his woman! 

Mark crawled off the fire escape and back into the room which he had rented 
for the evening. Or rather Rita, the red-haired hooker had rented it for the 
evening. After jumping the train, Mark had paid a cabbie to follow the man 
in the Walrus moustache. The driver looked at him suspiciously, but a twenty 
dollar bill changed his tune. The cab snaked in and out of traffic following 
the battered dark brown sedan driven by Julie's kidnapper until the driver 
stopped in front of the Senator Hotel. 

"You want here?" the toothless driver asked. "If you do kid, I have to warn 
ya. That Senator Hotel isn't no church. It's all hookers and they're all 
hungry." 

Mark watched the tan car disappear into a garage and then after a few 
anxious moments, the man with the Walrus moustache appeared with Julie 
walking unsteadily at his side. 

"Here's great," he said and jumped out. His heart was pounding away when he 
climbed the cracked granite steps to the hotel lobby where an equally aged 
and cracked desk man gave him a once over. 

"Let's see some ID," he growled. Mark nodded his head diligently and pulled 
another twenty from his pants and handed it across the desk. It was taken 
from his grasp and eyes suspiciously before the old man rang the bell and a 
dark-haired woman with a Junoesque figure appeared before them. 

"This young man wants something," the desk man answered solemnly. "Find out 
what it is and give it to him." 

The bulge sprung up in Mark's trousers as they climbed the stairs to her 
room. She was old enough to be his mother, but her ample hips and plunging 
cleavage made his nuts ache. A big woman with plenty of energy would not be 
bad right now, he thought. 

"Here it is honey," she grinned opening the door to her room. It was small 
but surprisingly clean and once inside with the heavy wood door shut tight, 
Mark wasted no time with the girl. Their clothes came off in a rush of 
buttons, snaps and zippers. Her thighs were surrounded his hips and her 
soft, hairy twat was sucking up on his pumping cock before Mark was hardly 
aware that he was fucking good, sexy pussy. 

"Hey, this is all right!" he whooped, thrusting his sledge hammer cock home. 
She was a whore and used to soaking Johns for cash, but Mark came on like a 
surprise. He was young and virile and the hooker was not used to boys like 
Mark who knew all the facts about manly sex. She tried a few fake orgasms 
and when his cock didn't ignite, she started groaning and humping her ass 
cheeks for real. For the first time in months the hooker felt alive and in 
need of good, hungry sex. 

"Jesus, boy you really can do it!! " she gloated, feeling his hot lure 
bobbing in and out of her snatch. Their bodies clung together in a sweaty 
embrace and as her meaty thighs trapped his flailing cock and his relentless 
thrusting and humping drove his dick in deeper and deeper, a strange 
sensation rippled out of the girl's awakened twat. The pounding of his young 
body renewed her aging flesh. It rejuvenated her nerves and stimulated her 
jaded pleasure zones. 

"God I can feel it! Feel it in my cunt!! " she screamed at one point as Mark 
continued his relentless place. His mind was following a single track and 
nothing could deter him from fucking the hooker with every atom of energy 
that his body contained. The sperm boiled up in his nut sack and he felt 
secret tuggings at the enlarged prostate gland, but he continued his 
mission. Not even when she screamed and fought with him, raked her pointed 
nails across his back and gingerly pulled on his swollen balls did Mark give 
in to his animal demands. Sweat poured from his pores and his thighs ached 
with the intensity of his fucking strokes. 

The girl screamed with delight as the waves of pleasure rolled over her 
flesh. She was fucking and thrusting and rocketing her fleshy hips and the 
thunder stick continued to jam her cunny walls. The boy was built like a 
machine, all sinew and great powerful muscles that gripped her with fervor 
and desire. She groaned deep in her throat and, as the first orgasm washed 
over her exhausted body she felt a sudden change in the way her cynical mind 
worked. 

For an instant she thought she saw God. But it was only the explosion of 
white hot light blinding her vision and as her cunny reeling from the 
pummeling of the penis inside, tightened around the invading shaft. 

"Aaaaiiieeee! Shoot it in meeee!! " The hooker felt so good saying those 
words. In the swirling excitement of her imagination she could not remember 
when the last time sex had felt so good. This young boy had fucked her cunt 
into a wonderful orgasm and he was still not through with her. His cock was 
still stuffing her twat glove with wonderful pleasure. 

Unwillingly to let him go, the hooker rolled her hips free of his surging 
meat train and turned to face him on her hands and knees. She growled and 
snapped at him like a dog and lunged at him, her face only a blur to Mark's 
surprised eyes as her soft mouth found his hard, raw shaft. 

"Goood!! ! " he shouted, the whore's tender mouth slopping his tool with 
spit. Mark fell back into a squatting position and let the whore-beast 
continue her adventuresome sucking. Her tongue lashed out viciously, 
surrounding his cock head with gobs of spittle then poking at the enlarged 
prickhead with the raspy tongue tip. Her throat was a reservoir of warm 
slime and comfort and when she yanked on his balls and pushed the neck of 
his prick deep into her throat, Mark felt a sudden rush of dangerous 
excitement that tore at every nerve in his body. 

"Oh Jesus," he cried out, genuinely surprised by the simple sucking tongue 
of a hooker girl. "You really turn me on with your tongue!! " 

The semen welled up and slide into the chamber of his cock and unable to 
control the mood of their lovemaking anymore, Mark thundered his hips 
against her face and let his tortured cock feel the moist bed of spit before 
shooting his juice into her face. 

"Coming! Coming so hard!! " he bellowed, the same words he had used when his 
seed had spilled into Julie's wonderfully tight slot. 

Julie! 

He had forgotten about her in the midst of his heated lovemaking. But, as he 
drained his balls into die whore's mouth, Mark remembered what he had sent 
out to do. He looked down into the pleasure-contorted face of the hooker. 
Sperm seed dribbled from the edges of her happy smile and her dark, 
mysterious eyes were closed as she received jet after jet of come juice. 

When at last he'd finished and Mark had retracted his fast wilting cock from 
the hooker's mouth, he turned over and thought about Julie and the man with 
the Walrus moustache. The whore rested comfortably against his arm, her 
throat still gulping down sperm. She nestled against him and slowly tickled 
his wilted cock with her hand. 

"I need your help," Mark said evenly. She didn't respond at first and Mark 
was afraid that he had misjudged the girl. His hand tightened into a fist; 
he would knock her out if necessary and find the girl alone. But the hooker 
gave him the trouble by opening her eyes and staring up at him as if he were 
a modern day savior and she his only disciple. 

"I'll do anything," she giggled. "You made me feel life all over again and I 
owe you everything." 

Mark grinned and pinched her still rigid nipples. "There's a man who came 
here with a young girl," he said. He described the man to her. "I have to 
find him soon. It's urgent." 

The girl could be tricking him. The man might be a big wig in the hotel for 
all he knew and the girl was leading him into a trap to save her own skin. A 
thousand ideas passed through his mind. He was crazy to be following this 
slut around like a dog on a chain. Yet he knew no other way of finding Julie 
and rescuing her. Besides the girl seemed to be genuinely interested in his 
well being and he started to wonder if the potency of his ripening sex had 
anything to do with her loyalty. 

"The man you want is very bad," she said to him as they climbed two flights 
of stairs and headed down the narrow, dimly lit halls in search of Julie. 
"Very bad, you're girl in deep trouble." 

I don't want to hear this, he told himself, now clutching her hand for the 
strength to continue on. He turned and asked who the man was. 

"I do not know," she said simply. "All the girls know of the man, but we 
learn early not to ask many questions. He has partner, very ugly man with 
big moustache and they bring girls up here. Very young girls. And sometimes 
there is a woman that comes with them." 

They hurried down the hallway and when they had passed the doorway, the 
hooker stopped Mark and pointed towards the door. "He in there," she 
whispered. Then directly across the room hallway was another room which she 
pointed to. "That is also his room. Sometimes they use only one and 
sometimes both." 

In the chilling stillness that had enveloped them, Mark wondered if he were 
making the right move. He might get killed or have Julie seriously injured 
if he did something stupid. Christ, I'm just a kid and I don't know what the 
hell to do, he thought. Turning to the girl he asked: "Do you have a gun?" 
She shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. 

"Do nothing," she warned. "I show you where they are. The people you want. 
Now I must go." She bent forward and pushed her huge breasts against his 
chest. 

Suddenly there were footsteps coming up the stairs. They stared at each 
other frozen in fright, unable to move. Then the girl whispered to him: 
"door lead to fire escape. You can see all from there." And she gave him a 
push in the direction. Mark hurried out the door and crawled onto the iron 
fire escape. He heard a voice with a heavy accent-a man he would later see 
shooting sperm into Julie's mouth-laughing in the hallway. He crawled out to 
the window and then settled down to watch her girl friend get savagely 
fucked and humiliated by strangers. 

One thing for sure, he told himself. I will get even with those bastards for 
what they did to Julie. They will pay for what they did. He turned his eyes 
and looked on as the last spurt of come landed on Julie's face. 

His cock grew hard in his pants. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

In the never-never world of the semi-conscious when dreams suddenly become 
the reality, strange things can happen to the mind. 

Julie found herself in such a state. She was still stretched out on the 
table and having dozed off, imagined her father standing up before the 
Supreme Court arguing a legal case. 

"There is such a thing as having a little sex and having a little girl," he 
was explaining in her dream. "But when the little girl is my very own ... 
well, that's a whole new ball game." 

The congressman wasn't making sense, at least not to her, but she felt proud 
that her father was standing up for her. There were voices in the room and 
Julie was awakened from her dreamy state to feel the heat of hot, overhead 
lamps burning into her flesh. She had no idea how long she had been passed 
out. Opening her eyes, Julie felt a wave of relief pass over her. The table 
on which she'd been staked out was gone and she found herself lying in a bed 
with clean sheets and thick wool covers. The lights shone with blinding 
intensity and though she recognized the room she wondered what had happened 
to her captors. The room was bare of furniture and her clothes were gone, a 
last bit of protection in case she tried escaping. The thick doors muted the 
sounds of voices coming from the other room and she rose up and in three 
steps she was at the door bent down so her ear was at the key hole. 

She recognized her step-mother and Alfredo, but the third person was a 
stranger to her, though the voice did sound familiar. Suddenly her heart 
began pounding furiously as she recognized the third person as being her 
father! 

"Goddamn it, if word gets out," her daddy was saying, "that my daughter is a 
sex pervert and has been shacking up with my wife and two kids, that's it. 
Kiss the election goodbye." 

He sounded bitter and dangerous and his angry words brought tears to her 
eyes. Julie had not only been sexually molested and humiliated, but she was 
being blamed for sabotaging her father's campaign for re-election. 

"The girl is unbalanced," her step-mother answered. "She jumped off a train 
and ran to a whore house for safety for God's sake." 

"All right, I'll take your advice and have her committed," her father 
snapped. "She's a ripe little thing and I hate to see good looking chicks 
locked away. Especially when it's my own daughter. But you can't have your 
cake and eat it too." 

Julie could hardly believe her ears. Her own father was going to commit her 
to a mental institution to save his fledging career as a congressman. She 
clenched her fists and bit down on her lip to control her anger. The man she 
had known always as "daddy," the one person she'd hoped would save her from 
the hands of her step-mother was double-crossing her. He was destroying the 
sacred trust of father and daughter. And what made the pain even more 
unbearable was the knowledge that she could do almost nothing from 
preventing it to happen. No one would believe her over her parents; she was 
only a girl after all. 

She stopped the sob from creeping out of her throat and reluctantly returned 
to her bed. Why was it that adults had to behave in such strange, 
unreasonable ways. 

"Goddamn, I will not do any such thing!" Her father's voice reverberated 
like a pistol shot in a high ceiling room. "That's the sickest suggestion 
I've heard yet." 

Her step-mother talked next and though she talked with force and conviction 
her tone was tempered with the chilling opacity. "Dear, it's not so 
unreasonable. All father's are secretly after their daughters. It's only 
icing on the cake as far as we're concerned. Your career is ruined even if 
you refuse." 

"But my daughter. My very own daughter," he protested. "You want me to have 
... sex, for Christ's sake with my own flesh and blood." 

Margaret's throaty laughter cut through his feeble argument. "It's an 
acquired taste. And believe me you get used to it." In the ensuing pause 
that followed, Julie felt the knot of tension growing between her thighs. 
She took in slow deep breaths to vent the tingling glow of excitement which 
thrilled her chest. She could smell the aroma of sex juice stirring within 
her moist passion hole and the smell only enhanced her sexy feelings. 

"They're going to make daddy go to bed with me," she warbled to herself. Her 
childhood dreams of helpless, dangerous situation were coming alive. Her 
daddy was going to mount her body and stick his pole deep into her cooze. 
That was the reason for her being brought to a sleazy hotel and it explained 
a great many things to her. 

Margaret was blackmailing her father. She already had the power to ruin his 
career as a politician. But add incest to that list of social offenses and 
she would have him completely under her control. 

And what really made the hurt was her father would go along with them. 
Politics was his life, as she well knew, and to ruin his political career 
was the same as ruining him. 

She guessed that Margaret had thought up the plot. Since additional 
blackmail evidence was unnecessary, Margaret was pushing her father into 
incest because of her own quirky, sexual hang-ups. She thrilled to vicarious 
pleasures and nothing would please the sick, deranged woman more than to see 
her proud, confidant husband rooting around between the trembling legs of 
his very own daughter. 

"Do this one thing," she promised the congressman, "and your political 
future is assured." 

Julie closed her eyes. Please, she prayed, don't let my step-mother push 
daddy around. 

But that was not to be. Her father's singsong voice hit her like a rifle 
shot. "Eh! Eh! A hard cock has no conscience," he joked. "Incest is best." 

"Shut up and get in there," snapped Margaret. "Don't keep your daughter 
waiting." 

Julie pulled the covers over her head. In the snuggly warmth of blankets and 
sheets, she pulled her legs up against her chest and hugged her clasped 
hands with her thighs. Despite his shocking news of her father, she did not 
feel afraid. The thought of making love to her very own father did not 
horrify her. Margaret was to blame; she had planned this scene, it was her 
idea. 

The door creaked open and footsteps approached the bed. Julie tightened her 
grip on the covers while her father stood in front of the metal bed frame 
looking down at his daughter. 

Julie felt the tension building to a peak and she rubbed her hands against 
her twat to vent her nervous excitement. In the tension of silence that 
gripped them both, Julie remembered an old family saying which her real 
mother had told her. "If a man is going to rape you, Julie, and there is no 
way to avoid it, then just lay back and enjoy yourself." 

The congressman was not going to rape her, but the dictum applied. Could she 
actually make herself enjoy an incestual relationship with her very own 
father? Could she receive his cock with the wild abandon she reserved for 
David and Kenny? Could a woman lay back in the sweet sweaty arms of her 
father and beg for the thrust of his organ up her twat? Could she really go 
through with it? 

"Darling you must believe me," the congressman was saying. "This is not my 
doing ... I-I-I have been forced into it. There's no choice or I wouldn't be 
here before you now." 

The rustle of clothes dropping to the floor filled the room. Julie drew a 
mental picture of her father: first the shirt and tie were discarded 
followed by the loud rasp of his zipper and the shedding of his pants. 
Unable to withstand the tension, Julie whipped back the covers and stared at 
her congressman father. 

"Jesus, look at you father," she said, pointing at his erect cock. "You're 
hard as iron." 

The congressman stared down at the symbol of his manhood. His cock was 
wrist-thick and standing straight out like a wood bat. 

The idea of incest did not seem so perverted. At least not when the 
congressman's cock was hard with excitement and Julie's cunny glistened with 
love juice. 

It mattered little that they were father and daughter, not when their organs 
were inflated with sexual stirrings. Julie rolled back so her legs pointed 
towards the ceiling. She dropped her thighs down to her chest so the 
canoe-shaped through parting her butt cheeks was exposed. 

I want it! I want something in my cunt! And I don't care how it happens, I 
just want it there, inside me, right this very minute! 

Julie knew the screams were only inside her head. But there was no hiding 
the pleading look on her face, nor the salty tears streaking down her face. 

"Oh daddy ... I know this is terrible," she cried. "But let's just do it and 
get it over with." 

To her young eyes her father seemed the symbol of the calm, rational being. 
Even in his embarrassing position. Even now, standing naked before his 
daughter, his cock standing straight out like an iron poker, the congressman 
looked and acted like a natural born leader of men. 

But appearances can be deceiving. For at that precise moment, his thoughts 
were riveted to the curly-haired twat that peaked at him through the thighs 
of his only daughter. 

Margaret was right, I really do want to fuck my own daughter. That's a nice 
looking twat ... a good fucking twat ... jizzing her hole would be a real 
trip! 

For an interminable length of time the two stared at each other, their 
panting breath forming the only communication between them. Their bodies 
trembled and shook with expectation and they might have stood that way 
forever until Julie spoke up. 

"Fuck me daddy! Just stick your dick into my cunt as hard as you possibly 
can!" 

She rolled on the bed seductively, squirming her hairy twat as a tastey 
enticement. She bounced and wiggled trying to draw him towards her. There 
was no turning back for her now. The black passions boiled to life inside 
the lips of her snatch. Her tiny tit mounds rose like hardened gelatin 
globes and begged to be touched by strong, masculine hands. 

"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!" Her words seemed to bounce off the stoic presence 
of her father. Only a shivering in his hands gave any hint at the passions 
bottled up tight inside his mind. 

The congressman watched his daughter teasing him with her prepubescent 
charms, wiggling and thrashing about the bed like a nympho high on dangerous 
drugs. His cock throbbed with an urgency he never thought possible. His 
oversized glans pumped his flesh full of demonic energy and when he could 
resist temptation no longer the energy exploded all at once. 

He leaped onto the bed and with a circular motion parted Julie's thighs and 
thrust his finger's deep into her cunt well. She screamed with delight as he 
plunged her hole. His fingers became sticky with her juice and he reveled in 
her cunt fluid, licking the sticky substance from his fingers as he punished 
her crotch. 

"Oh Jesus! That's it! That's really where it's at." The congressman buried 
himself in her cunt jam and hurriedly rolled her back on her shoulders so he 
could shove his pecker into her butt through. 

"Like that darling," he said, shoving his tool along her ass ravine. "That's 
what your mother liked. She used to groan and go wild when I fuck my shaft 
across her shitter." 

Julie was hysterical. "I can see why! It feels so goood!" Julie reveled in 
the slow, sensuous cockstrokes. The penis made her whole body come alive 
with tingling warmth. She cranked her butt up and down driving the shaft up 
deeper into her swollen cunt. 

"Keep stroking me daddy," she urged. "Don't stop now." She tried vainly to 
reach for his nut sack which dangled back and forth between his legs. Her 
vagina flooded with musky juices and the horny urgent wanting grew in her 
belly. 

"Oooooooo!! ! ! " The rippling muscles across her abdomen tightened down on 
her cunt walls. Julie was humping and thrusting her hips and hot flashes of 
pleasure were spreading out from the center of her cunt. 

Julie was not the only one enjoying their incestual trysting. Her father 
rollicked in the tight grasp of his daughter's cunt. He could feel her 
girlish tightness the tip of his cock to the end of his prostate. Her 
seductive powers were turning his iron will into jelly and as he jammed her 
cunny with turgid cock meat, a feeling of triumph came over him. 

"I like fucking my own daughter ... No guilt, no remorse, just wonderful 
pleasure ... I wouldn't mind fucking every night... 

Though he could never find the words, the congressman realized he loved his 
daughter's taut, lissome body very much. Fucking his own flesh and blood 
revitalized the old stirrings of youth in his jaded soul. 

"Harder baby, pump your hips hard against my cock!" 

He found himself sinking off into the dreamy land of his childhood. He was 
all of fifteen years old when a young girl from a nearby farm copped his 
virginity. It was impossible to forget the first time when his cock had 
spurted come into a girl's vagina. He looked down at the struggling body of 
his daughter and realized that she very much resembled that girl of his 
childhood. 

"Goddam, yeah, fuck it!" he bellowed. 

He thrashed about between her parted thighs and felt her melted cunt butter 
spreading across his crotch. The intense smell of her deepest organs rose to 
his nostrils and sent his blood racing all the faster. 

There seemed to be no end to the teenager's sexual acrobatics. Every 
movement of her cunt brought new feeling to his rigid cock. He realized that 
fucking his own daughter carried its own special thrills and delights. His 
own sperm had created Julie and now it was as if she were returning the 
favor by heating up his balls with passion. 

His cock was planted deep, taking half inch piston like strokes. Her cunt 
recoiled at the incessant stroking, the womb walls squeezing tightly against 
his pecker to prevent further penetration. It was a tremendous drain of 
strength on his cock, but he kept plugging her quim until it released him. 

Then the real fucking began. Julie reared her hips backward as the 
congressman came straight down across her hips, sluicing his tool into the 
gushing fountain of cunt juice. 

Blood gorged his monstrous club and he jammed it into her passion hole with 
demonic fury. His sweat poured from his exhausted tissues and it was all he 
could do to keep working his tool into her wet crease. Thick come streamed 
from his balls and pressed against the tortured cock head. He was slamming 
his cock home with the urgency of a mad man. His orgasm was so near that he 
could taste it in his parched mouth. His whole pumping body trembled like 
watery jello. 

"Hurry daddy! Hurrry!" It was the distant voice of his daughter Julie 
calling him. He looked at her chest and saw that her skin had broken out in 
a pink rash. Her nipples stood erect like tiny spearheads. Her cunt smell 
filled the room and the squishing noise of his cock inside her cunt box 
echoed in his ears. 

Oh, do it to me daddy ... fuck me now ... I want your come ... need it 
inside me ... God, don't make me wait ... Shoot me with your hot male juice! 

It seemed that the long waited climax would never happen. The congressman 
rolled his hips frantically pushing his sex club into the sucking maw of her 
shining twat, but without making her orgasm. Passion fires kindled his raw 
nerves. He could wait no longer and as he pulled back on his hips for a 
final plunge he realized it didn't matter. Because the most important moment 
of his life was voiding his nut sack of hot jism. 

"Ugh! Dear Christ almighty! Jesus Christ I'm coming!! " In a shuttering 
finale, his hips roared into the girl's flashing slit and then dilated open. 
A wave of relief flashed through his mind and his muscles went slack and his 
hot juice bubbled out of his cock and flooded the sweet meat of her cunny. 

"AAAAIIIEEEE!! ! ! " Julie's hips reared up in the air to receive her 
father's fetid sperm. His penis bucked in her cunt, filling her hole with 
thick juice. She was panting and humping and milking the big cock for every 
delicious drop when her flesh froze up in fear. The cock seemed to lift her 
off the bed. Her nerves tightened into little knots as the first glorious 
waves of satisfaction cascaded across the skin. 

"Oh ... Ohhhhhh!! ! ! " She squeezed her eye lids shut and pumped her hips 
against the spurting cock and lay back to feel the waves of satisfaction 
roar through her cunny. 

The enchanting screams of happiness filled the starkly lit bedroom and the 
couple's happiness brought a tear to Margaret's eyes. She watched while the 
congressman drained his balls into Julie, then a smile broke out on her face 
as the two collapsed into each other's arms. 

"Hurry up, dear," she said. "It's our turn next." 

And with that David and Margaret advanced on the exhausted couple. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Wonderful pleasures poured from Julie's cunt with devastating effect. Her 
shouts of joy reverberated inside her skull. 

Yet another part of her adolescent brain felt abused and humiliated. Her 
father had enjoyed himself immensely! She could see his contentment written 
all over his smiling face. It did not offend him that the buttery hot cream 
trickling from her cunt was his. Or that she had been forced against her 
will. Nothing seemed to upset the congressman. 

"Daddy, I just don't understand you sometimes," she said. 

The door opened and her step-mother walked in followed by Alfredo. Julie 
stared at the wired dildo which he carried in his hand. 

"Isn't this peachy," snorted Margaret. "Reunion of father and daughter. 
Really touching. Just like the old country." 

She looked down at the round curve of Julie's buttocks. So beautiful and 
wonderful to have under your command, she thought. There was no point in 
hiding her love for Julie's body. She had lived the great lie, pretending to 
enjoy the stirring of male cocks in her vagina when really she much 
preferred the heated passion of a woman's tongue! Margaret wanted her 
daughter again, wanted her tingling mouth glued to her cunt folds seeking 
out her feminine delights. She threw Julie a look of longing as if only the 
teenage girl could understand the depth of feeling that bonded women into 
Lesbian love. 

"Margaret, this is it!" snapped the congressman. "Our agreement is complete. 
It's over." 

"Shut up!" Her voice cut through his objections like a knife through butter. 
"I don't give a good Goddamn about any agreement. I've changed my mind." She 
stared unblinkingly into Julie's upturned face. There was definitely fear 
lurking there, Margaret thought. But that can be changed. 

She slowly unzipped her pants, her eyes never leaving the frightened child. 
God she was wet! Her ripe, sex fruit gushed its fertile reward out on her 
pubic fur. It lathered her crotch with sweet perfume. 

She humped her hips unconsciously to the mysterious rhythms of her sex 
calling. That come now dripped from her step-daughter's cunt did not concern 
her. Men were always doing that to women, she thought. Jerking their hog 
legs into a woman's cunt and spurting their hot juice up inside the tender 
flesh. A man cared nothing about a woman's sex satisfaction. Sex was only 
good when that hot milky juice dribbled home. They were no better than 
beasts of the jungle. 

As a woman she understood the secret desires that went unfulfilled with 
members of her own sex. Sometimes it took gentle persuasion to unleash this 
pent up passion, but once free from suppression a woman never wanted sex any 
other way. 

The old saying went through her mind. "In the beginning, God created woman 
... for other women!! ! " 

Julie was too young to think about such things. But now was the time to 
break her in, to educate her in the ways of love. "Alfredo insert your metal 
cock!" she ordered. She looked over at Julie measuring the horror that 
registered on her face. 

"Jesus, I married you for your money," the congressman said candidly. "I 
never thought that I'd get a. . . " 

"Pervert!" she spit the word back at him. "That depends on your definition, 
congressman. To me, a pervert is anyone that runs for political office. You 
have to be sick and depraved to want to rule other people's lives." 

The congressman looked down impassively at his wilted cock and at the dried 
semen on the tip. "Jesus what a fucked up day!" he said. "I start out on an 
act of mercy and end up fucking my own daughter to keep my job." He turned 
to his wife and added briskly, "but I hold the public trust and I'll be 
goddamned if I'll sit back and let a sick woman like yourself call me a 
pervert. 

"You'll do as you're told," she retorted. In a battle of wits both sides 
were badly armed, but with the threat of blackmail hanging over his head, 
the congressman relented to his wife's commands. 

He turned his attention to the greasy Mexican who positioned himself behind 
his daughter's outstretched legs. 

"You like my little machine, muchacha?" he said to her. He dangled the crome 
plated dildo before her eyes and a still hush came over them. "Do not try to 
get away little woman for it will only make it hurt worse." 

"Oh must I, daddy?" cried Julie. "Do I have to?" 

"I'm afraid so dear," he said wearily. "It looks like your step-mother is in 
charge." 

"All right." The metal projectile slid through her ass cheeks like a sub 
churning through the ocean depths. Instinctively, she hunched up her butt 
cheeks and opened the ripe fruit of her butt hole. The metal cockhead 
slipped in several inches before meeting the full resistance of her 
sphincter muscle. The girl screamed in pain and the dildo retreated from her 
butt. 

"Still tight aren't you," snapped Alfredo. Again the dildo was pushed up her 
rectum. Julie groaned. Exhausted from the vigors of fucking her father and 
drained of her juice and sex, she was in no condition to fight off the metal 
cock. She could only wiggle her pert ass buns against the silver shaft as it 
crept up inside her channel. 

"See how easy it goes up," said Alfredo. His prized machine was a good foot 
inside her channel when he stopped. Now came the fun. He took the cord end 
and giving Margaret the okay sign, he plugged her end to the wall socket. 

"WHAAAA!! ! ! " Julie's body roared with sex. The dildo prodded her ass-hole 
and fired her loins with heated sex. The electric current jarred her butt 
into action sending her hips into wild pumping thrusts of action. 

Quickly, Margaret stepped before the girl's open mouth and jammed her cunny 
against her teeth. "Suck me, suck my twat!" she demanded. 

Julie did as she was told for the dildo was making intolerable demands on 
her sex organs. She pulled her mother's hips against her face and swished 
her wet tongue around her excited clitoris. 

"HEAVENLY GOODNESS!! " shouted Margaret in luxurious delight. Gripping the 
girl's head, she pumped her hips against the outstretched tongue, so the 
moist, raspy end sunk deep into her twat. 

"What the fuck is this!" shouted her astonished husband. It was bad enough 
to have fucked his daughter, but now his wife was getting into the act. 
"This has got to stop!" 

Julie was too busy eating hot pussy to worry about moral implications. Her 
body convulsed as a flurry of sensations spread through her body. She felt 
like a sex junky waiting for a fix. She wanted her cunt to be eaten and 
sperm to be shot in her face. She wanted sex in all its bizarre forms and 
she was yelling and begging for her father to join in. 

"Fuck me daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Ohhhhhh!! ! ! " Margaret was mad 
enough to scream. She desperately wanted her step-daughter to love and 
worship her cunt and instead the little bitch was crying for her father's 
cock. 

The congressman felt a stirring in his balls. His cock hardened up and his 
nuts bounced with hot boiling come. He wanted to feel the warm sleeve of her 
mouth sucking his cock. He was sweating and heaving and groaning as he 
watched his daughter begging for his penis once again. His whole body 
reverberated with sexual longing. 

"Don't you touch that girl," screamed Margaret, "don't you lift one finger 
to her. She belongs to me. 

But the congressman was not going to be stopped for love or country. He knew 
how much he loved his daughter. But first he had to take care of Margaret. 
Feeling like a man for the first time in his life, he whirled on his wife 
and sent a fist smashing into her face. The percussion rocketed her face and 
sent her body slumping to the floor. 

"You've tooled me around your finger every since we were married," he said 
dropping his pants. "And now it's my turn." He pulled her ass-cheeks up 
abruptly and starting pounding his cock away at her shitter. 

"AAARRRGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Years of slow penetration into her anus opening had 
not prepared Margaret for the forceful stroking of the congressman's cock. 
Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she was deafened by her own screaming. 

The pecker penetrated slowly upward into the ass channel. It forced its ugly 
head through her sphincter and into her rectum. 

The congressman was excited with lust. "Don't fight me, my lovely," he 
coaxed. "Roll your hips upward and learn to enjoy my fucking. All you girls 
secretly want your butts reamed out and I'm one man who doesn't say no to a 
woman." He plugged her butt with a forceful stroke and was relieved when 
Margaret sucked up his cock. "Chivalry is not dead!" 

"No more!" she begged him. "I can't stand another second." In truth, she was 
no where near the end of her stamina. But she refused to admit that her 
husband's cock could have such a jolting effect when jammed up her butt 
tube. But that was not to be. For his cock was turning her on! 

From the bed Julie watched her mother's split rump receive her father's 
swollen shaft. The shaft slammed home with short popping sounds as his 
crotch slapped against her perfectly shaped rump. The sweet odor of her sex 
mixed with the strong fragrance of her butt lubricant. Her rectum squished 
around as the electronic prick raised her to the peak of passion. 

"Ooooooo! Thick and creamy, just the way it's supposed to be." 

Alfredo laughed hideously as he watched his chrome cock work away at her 
butt. He was beyond the age of fucking woman, but he still enjoyed himself 
as a spectator of the great indoor sport. 

Both mother and daughter were hunching and thrusting their butts against 
rigid cocks and both were getting the good fucking of their lives. He had 
figured Margaret for a dyke, but the congressman's hot wand was making a 
liar out of him. "Jesus, stick it to her," he giggled. "That's what I call 
good, hard fucking. Go ahead congressman, jizz her ass-hole. Make her soft 
and gooey inside." 

"I-I'll blackmail you," Margaret cried. "Your career is ruined. I'll have 
you thrown in jail." 

He pounded her hole with savage insistence and from the way his wife humped 
back there was no doubt that she loved her anus being fucked. 

"Maybe," he cried, "but right now I'm calling the shots. And I'm going to 
bring you to your knees, sweet thing. My cock is going to make you act like 
a woman." 

He had forgotten about his daughter and about his job. All that mattered was 
making the fires inside her rectum come alive. And in that, the congressman 
was succeeding. Margaret was hot with passion. She corkscrewed her butt down 
on his prick and hunched up and down with a fury seldom seen. He shoved his 
cock into the tunnel like hole and felt her flesh firmly grip hold of the 
shaft. 

"Goddamn it hurrryyyy!! ! NOW DO YOUR FUCKING COME THING NOW!! " And when 
his seed was not forthcoming the woman hysterically tried to force it from 
him. She squirmed and fucked with her butt while she desperately tried to 
scratch him with her nails. But the congressman lay forward and pistoned 
fucked her butt while holding on to her tits for security. 

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! " The intensity of her excitement was clearly expressed by 
her hard stroking hips. She cried and whimpered and swore like a sailor 
before her flesh shuddered with her orgasm. 

"Ohhhhhhh!! ! ! " The hot passion fires kindled around his shaft as her body 
jerked and shimmied in the air. She begged for his come, craving his hot 
seed like a nymphomaniac suddenly discovering sex for the first time. Even 
after her spent body collapsed at his feet he refused her. 

"Not yet cunt," he snapped. "Not until you prove yourself to be worthy of my 
cock." 

Rudely he pulled out of her butt and turned to his daughter who was still in 
the throes of her climax. 

He raised himself to mouth level and pulled her head back. "Eat darling," he 
said, "Lick it clean, Julie. like a good little girl." 

Quickly she grabbed the rigid pecker and slurped down the steamy butt 
lubricant that surrounded the shaft. Her father groaned with sensual delight 
at her expert tongue licking. A stirring sensation crept into his balls and 
suddenly he felt the ripe, sexy urge to shoot his wad. 

"Ahhhhh!! ! " he exclaimed thrusting his hips forward so his wad shot nicely 
down his daughter's throat. 

Margaret watched from the floor as her husband drained his ball into Julie's 
mouth. She wanted him in the worst way, and she would have to prove herself 
worthy of his respect if she were to get his come. 

"Monkey see, monkey do," laughed the congressman. "I hope you have learned 
your lesson, Margaret." He shot a look at her face. 

"I have darling," she said. "I promise to be a good wife." 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

It was a hot day in Washington. The trees were in bloom and the grass was 
thick and green. Spring had definitely come to the nation's capitol. 

His election day was not far off and the congressman was clearing his desk 
to make plans for the long campaign when his secretary told him a young man 
was on the telephone. 

"Hi, I'm Mark Davidson," he said. "You might not remember me but I remember 
you." He explained that he'd spent an interesting night in the Senator Hotel 
at the same time that the congressman had visited the venerated hotel. 

"Interesting," the congressman replied. He was shaking visibly. And his 
nerves weren't any better after he heard the boy out. 

"I'd like to marry Julie," he announced. "I know she's only fourteen, but 
hell we love each other. And the trust fund will more than tide us over 
until I get a job." 

The congressman looked down at his election campaign notes and sighed. 
Politics was a two way street. For every Margaret there was a Mark 

Davidson to take her place. 

"I don't want to hurt your re-election plans," he said. "So the marriage can 
wait ... at least a week!" There was a long pause. 

Finally the congressman answered the boy in language that the kid could 
understand. 

"I've never seen you, kid," he said. "But if it's all right with her, it's 
okay with me." 

And then he hung up the phone and looked out on the Spring day in 
Washington. 


THE END
