Daughter's Hot Mouth
by Sherry Murkin
(SC-270)


FOREWORD 

There are readers who might object that the idea of five sets of fathers and 
daughters engaged in incestuous behavior in one small town is straining 
credibility. However, McGiven's Corner is a (fictional) town of about 5,000 
population. 

Alfred Kinsey and his associates found, but did not reveal, in the '40s', 
that an astonishing ten percent of the American public had engaged in 
incestuous acts. Even if one assumed that only a fourth of this group was 
comprised of father-daughter acts (and other authorities have shown that 
such combinations are the predominant ones among those who commit incest), 
in a population of 5,000, there would be 120-odd fathers and daughters who 
had had sex together. In many instances, probably in the majority of them, 
the incestuous act would be performed once or twice. But that would still 
leave more than twenty people who were engaging in such acts on a regular 
basis. Thus, having only ten people in a club of father or daughter 
swappers, cannot be called farfetched. 

There will also be those who will claim incest is a destructive act, 
psychically, for those involved. Again Kinsey's findings, which have only 
recently come to light, disprove the idea. Kinsey and his associates found 
that over half of those who engaged in incestuous relationships felt good 
about them. As Warren Farrell, the man who unearthed the unpublished Kinsey 
information, puts it: "Incest radically changes the adolescent experience. 
Furthermore, incest can lead to a mature adult-oriented and loving 
relationship between parent and child. In such cases, the parent retains 
authority but expands communication." (Quoted by Philip Noble in the June 
1977 issue of High Times Magazine.) 

In the case of the four families which had been incestually active through 
the first two books of this series, there was no woman present in the home. 
The new couple added to the 'Papa-Swappers Club' in this volume is different 
in that the mother is both alive and living at home; she just isn't having 
sex with the man. Furthermore, since the girl belongs to a racial minority, 
she is not looked upon as dating material by most of the boys her age. Thus, 
both father and daughter are ripe for seduction by the group and the 
knowledge that their friends are having intrafamial sex is enough to remove 
the social inhibition which had prevented Louis or Martha from each 
admitting to the other that they desired sex with them. 

Readers of Daughter's Hot Mouth, Books I and II (Surree # RCL 205 & RCL 215) 
will discover that the Tyler's are welcome additions to an old set of 
friends, while newcomers to the series will discover an entire set of sexy 
characters. 

THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Hey, Karen, let's close early today," Ben Lewis said as he walked from 
behind the prescription desk of his drugstore and walked toward the lunch 
counter where the shapely blonde was reading a recent science-fiction novel. 
They were alone in the store and business had been slow most of the 
afternoon. In fact, the only customers they'd had during the past two hours 
had just left. 

Karen Hall looked up and grinned. "Sure," she agreed. She put the book back 
on the rack and moved behind the counter to turn off the grill and 
deep-frier as the boss continued through the store to lock the front door 
and pull down the shade. The eighteen year old knew what Ben had in mind, 
but that was only natural; when you've been a man's mistress for six years, 
you have to get some idea of how his mind works. Ben wanted to take her into 
the back room of the drugstore and screw her. That was okay with the girl, 
she was willing to drop her panties and spread her legs for the forty-four 
year old man any time he desired her. 

"Want to go in the back now, or after we've finished shutting down?" she 
asked as she turned off the coffee pots. 

"It'll take a while for things to be cool enough to clean, won't it? Ben 
asked as he returned to the rear of the store. 

Ahhhhhh, he wants to fuck in a hurry, Karen thought as she finished shutting 
off the equipment behind the lunch-counter and walked along it to join her 
still handsome lover. Ben may have been in his mid-forties, but he was in 
good shape, only a few pounds over what he'd weighed when he'd played 
football in high school and college. Ben had discovered that the best thing 
for making a man keep himself in shape was having four hot-blooded teenagers 
who expected to get screwed good, regularly. The other three men in the 
group had made the same discovery; even Sam had lost most of his pot-belly 
once he'd begun getting some hot teenage ass every night. 

As she passed her boss and lover, Karen felt his hands come around her. He 
pulled her back until her trim little ass was snug against the bar of his 
hard cock, then reached up and cupped her jaunty tits. As his mouth worked 
along the side of her neck, Karen wiggled her ass against his groin, while 
reaching back to grip his ass in her hands and press his cock more firmly 
into the crack of her ass. 

I knew it, she told herself, he's hot because Martha Tyler was flashing her 
ass at him. I thought his eyes were bulging a little every time she bent 
over from the waist. Martha had been wearing a string-bikini with a 
tunic-top over it, and her ass had been visible every time she'd bent 
forward. 

Stepping back from Karen, Ben drew down the zipper on the back of her 
uniform. When it was open all the way, Karen reached back and unhooked her 
bra, then walked ahead of her lover as they moved across the store toward 
the backroom where there was a sturdy day bed. Originally the room had 
contained a couch, but it had collapsed during one of their energetic fucks, 
dumping them onto the floor. 

As she walked, Karen wriggled her scantily clad ass at Ben. One of the best 
things about them being together was that they were both into anal sex. Ben 
liked kissing and tonguing girls' asses as much as Karen liked having a 
tongue, finger, or cock stuck up her butt hole. 

It's funny, she thought, how each of us girls has one thing we like best. 
Deni likes sucking cock best, Brenda likes getting fucked between the tits 
while she's licking and sucking the head of a cock, and Laurie likes eating 
pussy while she'd getting it dog-fashion. No matter what our daddies want, 
there's a girl to give it to him. 

The girl's desire to keep their fathers happy had been the reason the 
Papa-Swappers Club had been born. Karen had been neglected by her father and 
had formed an attachment to Ben. When he had started showing unmistakable 
signs of horniness, the little girl had seduced him. Then the girls had 
brought Brenda into the club and the three of them had seduced her father. 
Alex had gotten Sam and Laurie involved. The Chilton's had already been 
involved in an incestuous relationship and had been into picking up girls 
who'd do threesomes when Alex had given them the word about the 
father-daughter swap group. 

Because of the girls' secret, they had chummed around together all through 
school, and it was only recently that they had begun drifting apart. 

Laurie had been the first to sort of drift away from the group. Of course, 
she had graduated from high school before the others and gone off to 
college. Then Deni had decided not to go to college at all; she had just 
gone to work full-time with Jack in the landscaping business. Brenda had 
just graduated from high school and was planning to go to the local junior 
college in the fall, while Karen would be in her second year of college, 
majoring in pharmacology. Ben's business had almost tripled in the past six 
years and Karen figured she would be getting her degree just about the time 
he needed another pharmacist. She was still as in love with Ben as she had 
been the day she'd sucked his cock when she'd been a virginal twelve year 
old. 

Karen slid the dress and bra off of her shoulders and down her arms, draping 
them over a convenient chair. She reached for her panties, but Ben caught 
her hand and turned her around. 

As she surged up against him, her mouth seeking his hungrily, Ben's hands 
crawled around her tiny waist and onto the firm mounds of her ass. Karen had 
grown to be an attractive young woman with thirty-four-inch tits which 
filled C-cups, a twenty-one-inch waist and a derriere that stretched a 
tape-measure to thirty-five inches. 

Karen pressed her hips to Ben's and rotated her flat tummy against the solid 
bar of his cock as she sucked on the tongue that had poured into her mouth. 
His fingers slithered under the tiny panties and the tips delved into the 
deep crack of her ass. As fingers kneaded the taut flesh of her buttocks, 
Karen felt her pussy start to grow wet. Golly, it's amazing that he can turn 
me on so fast, Karen thought as she rubbed her almost naked body upon her 
lover's. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she rose on tiptoe 
to press her cunt more securely to the ridge of his cock. 

Pulling one hand from behind him, Karen wedged it between their bodies and 
started unbuttoning his shirt. Ben stepped back from her and ducked his head 
as he drew one hand from her ass and brought it up and around her body until 
it was cupping one of her tits. Lifting the jaunty mound, he commenced to 
licking at it as he worked the other hand under her and eased a finger into 
the hot, wet depths of her twat. 

"HHHIIIEEE!" Karen gasped. She drew his shirt from under his trousers and 
undid the last button, then unbuckled his belt. Swiftly, she opened his 
trousers and pushed them and his under shorts down his body. 

Wrapping her fingers around his cock, Karen started to pump along it as Ben 
drew the tip of her tit into his mouth and slashed his tongue across the 
throbbing nipple. "Ohhhhhhh, honey," Karen sighed. 

A second finger worked its way into her twat. As he scissored the two 
fingers about, Karen pushed his tongue back into his mouth and followed it 
with her own. Their tongues danced at each other's as the horny eighteen 
year old began scratching lightly at her middle-aged lover's cock. 

Although she was expecting him to do so, Karen still gave a gasp when Ben 
thrust one of his fingers up her asshole. Her grip tightened around his cock 
and she lifted his mouth from her tit. For several minutes he had been 
shifting his kisses from her mouth to her tit as he'd finger fucked her and 
caused the crotch of her panties to become soaked with her juices. If he'd 
just frig her asshole a little, she'd cum. 

It was too soon to get her cookies crumbled, Karen decided. She caught Ben's 
hand and drew it from her cunt, pulling it out of her panties entirely. 
Swiftly, she dropped to her knees before him and commenced licking at the 
swollen, purplish head of Ben's cock. As her tongue swiped spit over the dry 
skin, her fingers cradled his balls and jiggled them about. With her other 
hand, she worked Ben's shoes and socks off, then removed his trousers and 
under shorts. At the same time, he slipped his shirt off. 

Slowly, Karen worked her lips and tongue along the underside of his cock 
until she reached his balls. For several moments she merely teased him with 
the application of her lips and tongue to the eight-inches of cockmeat 
straining before her face; then she popped the end into her mouth and thrust 
her head down until the entire bar was in her mouth. The head was buried in 
her hot throat and she swallowed, making Ben dance from foot to foot in 
pleasure. 

Her head started bobbing rapidly up and down over the hard cock. But after a 
few moments of that Ben caught her head and pushed her mouth off his cock. 
Catching her under the armpits, he drew her up and pressed his mouth to hers 
again. 

When that kiss ended, Ben turned her toward the bed and urged her to stretch 
out on her belly. Since she knew what was going to follow, Karen was happy 
to comply with his unspoken directions. She let one foot trail off to the 
floor and shivered with desire as she felt Ben's mouth touch the small of 
her back while his hot hands began easing her bikini panties off. She lifted 
her pelvis from the coarse blanket to make it easier for him to get the thin 
nylon down from around her hips. 

While Ben worked her panties down her thighs, his mouth wandered over the 
enticing mounds of Karen's ass. Ever since it had been warm enough, she had 
spent a lot of her free time sunbathing beside the Wilson's pool. Since it 
was shielded from the view of any neighbors, Karen, like the other three 
girls, took the opportunity to sunbathe nude. Her entire body was a golden 
tan and Ben almost wished that she'd left the bottom of her bikini on. While 
her ass was as attractive as it had ever been, there had been something 
erotic about her ass when there had been a small triangle of white flesh 
framing the target. 

Karen shivered as her lover nipped and sucked, licked and kissed the firm 
flesh of her ass. He skimmed the panties down to her knees and she flipped 
her calves into the air to allow him to draw the briefs off. As soon as she 
was stripped, she let her foot fall to the floor again. 

He sat up and stared at her. With her legs parted, the undercurve of her 
cunt was visible, as was the blonde hair which surrounded those swollen, 
carmine cuntlips. He slipped his hand under her and commenced to rub the wet 
meat of her pussy as she let his mouth return to kissing and sucking the 
resilient hemispheres of her buttocks. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Karen sighed as he began rubbing the throbbing bud of her 
clit. Her nipples dragged across the rough cloth of the blanket, adding to 
her arousal. Ben's tongue slid into the crack of her ass, and Karen murmured 
with delight as she felt him drawing a trail between her asscheeks with the 
tip of his tongue. 

Lasciviously, the horny blonde teenager ground her dewy cunt against the 
older man's hand as he wormed his face against the crack of her ass and 
licked at the tight cleavage with his tongue. Karen's nipples were swollen 
and hurt. She worked her fingers to them and rolled the turrets of flesh 
about as he began centering his labial action at the puckered rosette of her 
asshole. 

"Mmmmmm, yes, Ben," she moaned. "Oh, darling, you know I love it when you 
tongue-fuck my ass." 

Ben didn't answer her with words, but his hand pressed at her cunt and 
engorged mons veneris, urging her to lift her ass. As she did so, he worked 
one of her legs forward, then used his free hand to spread the cheeks of her 
ass as wide as he could. 

When his mouth returned to her flesh, however, to Karen's disappointment it 
was her cunt he started kissing. 

Bastard, she thought, not without love, I'll fix you; I'll call Laurie and 
ask her to tease hell out of you before she pops your gun. Just recently the 
four couples had taken to getting together as quartets, with the girls 
taking on each other's father. They still had their big orgies, but those 
were most likely to be on weekends. Actually, they only did the swapping 
thing a couple of times a week. All the girls dated guys they had met at 
school and on those nights they came in and took care of their fathers. 
Well, once in a while, Karen would slip into the Lewis house and spend the 
night screwing Ben, secure in the knowledge that next door at her house Deni 
was getting it on with her father. And all of the girls took part in 
threesomes at times. Just the night before, Karen had balled Sam and Laurie 
simultaneously. It might have had something to do with Ben's horniness, for 
Deni had been out of town with Jack and a broken down truck. I wonder if 
they bothered getting two rooms at their motel? Karen thought as she pressed 
her bottom back to Ben's face and sucked in her breath sharply when the tip 
of his tongue reached her erect clit. 

Karen squealed as Ben's tongue slithered up and down the hot furrow of her 
cunt. She straightened her legs somewhat and elevated her ass higher into 
the air, giving Ben more room to reach her oozing snatch. Damn, he's still 
the best screw I've ever had, she thought. Maybe it is true that the first 
man to have you is always special. 

His tongue roamed over the outer part of her cunt flicking at her swollen 
clit, brushing against the puffy lips of her pussy. Then his tongue reached 
the dilated opening of her twat and stopped its travels. 

The tip of his tongue circled the hole of her cuntal tunnel. Karen snorted 
and thrust her snatch back at him as she pinched her hard nipples and 
snorted. "Ohhhh, God, you're so good, Ben," she moaned. 

His tongue pressed forward, pushing into her pussy. She wriggled it about, 
she ground her throbbing clit against his chin and tugged at her elongated 
nipples. Ohhhh, this is going to be one of the best sessions we've had in a 
long time. 

Karen supposed couples who were married for six years got to know each 
other's sexual foibles as well as she and Ben knew theirs. Unlike people who 
had grown to know each other so well, she and Ben indeed, all of those in 
the group, had added spice to their lessons. To begin with, until just 
recently there had been an air of illegality in what they had been doing. 
Their state still said a girl had to be eighteen before she could screw. 
Some states had wised up and allowed girls to start screwing much earlier; 
Virginia had finked it up so the guy couldn't be more than three years older 
than the girl if she was under sixteen. Karen thought it was crazy. She was 
glad she'd learned about sex from a man old enough to be her father, just as 
she was glad she'd been screwing her father these past six years. 

Sex was a way of making somebody who was important feel good, and who was 
more important to her than her father? Well, Ben was pretty important, but 
if she'd been forced to rank them, she'd have had to say that her own father 
was a little bit more important. After all, he was responsible for her being 
alive. 

Another thing that had kept staleness from creeping into the relationships 
she and the other girls had was they hadn't been involved with just one man, 
nor had the men been involved with just one partner. Unlike the woman who 
fucked her husband because she was supposed to, Karen fucked Ben because she 
wanted to. She could get with Ben, Alex, or her own father if she wanted a 
different type of sex than what she normally got with Ben. Actually, in a 
lot of ways, the group reminded Karen of the ideas she had encountered in 
the books of Robert Rimmer. What they had was the kind of like an extended 
marriage, except they didn't all live in one house. And, of course. Rimmer's 
groups hadn't involved sex across the generation gap. 

Ben's tongue was sawing in and out of her twat, making it hard for her to 
think about the topic on which she'd done a report her senior year in high 
school. It had been a special class where the kids all did a lot of research 
into something they picked and then got together and talked about what they 
were learning. As long as their subject had something to do with American 
society, they could pursue it. 

Her thighs were trembling, and only partially from holding her midsection 
high in the air. Ben's eager tongue was really getting to her. She could 
tell she was a lot juicier than she'd been when he'd started eating her. 

He was aware of that, too, it seemed, for he was drawing his tongue from her 
twat and moving his mouth back into the crack of her ass. Karen shivered in 
delighted anticipation of what she knew was to come. 

It did. Once more Ben's tongue reached her puckered asshole. Now he began 
sucking at the wrinkled opening as well as poking the tip of his tongue at 
it. The anal sphincter yielded easily to the light pressure of the tongue, 
and Karen cried aloud and waved her foot about as Ben's tongue slithered 
into the depths of her rectum. 

As he worked his tongue about in the tightness of her asshole, Ben began 
rubbing the engorged mons veneris and swollen clit with the tips of his 
fingers while he ground the heel of his hand at the oozing opening of her 
heated twat. Karen humped her ass back at him and wiggled her hips from side 
to side. The insides of her thighs were growing wet, so copiously was she 
leaking fluids from her pussy. 

The constant pressure of the fingertips on her clit combined with the 
rhythmic thrusting of the tongue into her ass and she shuddered and squeezed 
her nipples harder. It felt so good to have her ass loved the way Ben was 
loving it. The other men all liked screwing her in the ass and didn't mind 
tonguing her there; but none of them really got off on it the way Ben did. 
Just knowing he was enjoying what he was doing to her added to Karen's sense 
of excitement whenever Ben performed oral sex on her asshole. 

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" she cried as her guts seemed to lurch. She was coming, the 
juices fairly flooding out of her hot quim. "Ben, Ben," she moaned, sliding 
forward until she was flat on her belly on the day bed, "fuck me now, Ben. 
FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEEE!" 

For a moment he kept his mouth working on her asshole. Then she felt his 
weight settling on her and she wriggled ecstatically at the thought of 
having his turgid cock shoved into her butt. 

He disappointed her, however, by easing his cock into the swampy tunnel of 
her twat. "OOOOOHHHHHH!" she squealed. "Ben, I want it in my ass." 

"Your ass is gonna get screwed, baby," he assured her. "I can still keep it 
hard long enough to fuck you good both ways." 

"I want you to cum in my ass," Karen complained. 

"I can keep it hard long enough to get you off this way and finish in your 
cute little rear, baby," Ben said as he pushed his cock deeper into the 
heated passage of her cunt. 

He wasn't bragging, Karen knew, so she accepted the fact that she was going 
to have to wait before having her rectum stuffed with cock. She commenced to 
grinding her ass upward as he ran his big cock into her pussy. In addition, 
she rotated her trim ass cheeks against his lower belly as she hunched her 
hips back to him. Golly, I just love getting screwed by Ben, she told 
herself. I guess if I had to choose between screwing Alex, Sam and Jack, or 
just screwing Ben, I'd stick to him. The boys she had dated in high school 
and during her first year in college didn't even start to offer competition 
to the four men she'd screwed almost from the time she completed puberty. 

The strokes into her cunt were growing in force and speed. Ben knew her well 
enough to realize that, having cum once, she would need less stimulation to 
make her get her cookies crumbled the next time. Usually, Karen would cum 
two or three times from a good fuck, if she had cum before she started 
screwing. 

His balls swung forward and added to her sexual excitement by beating at the 
lust-inflamed tissues of her snatch. Ben ground his loins to her squirming 
ass as he sawed his thick cock in and out of her pulsating twat and Karen's 
toes curled in delight. She had had very few poor fucks in her life, but 
this was going to be one of the more memorable ones she had had. 

She was cumming again, but Ben wasn't slowing his strokes into her one bit. 
Indeed, it seemed as if he were throwing his cock to her at a more furious 
tempo. 

It was only a short time later when Karen came again. Ben had been holding 
his cock as deep in her twat as it could go and flexing his ass muscles to 
make it jump about inside her twat. When she started gripping it with her 
convulsing vaginal muscles, he yanked it out and drove it against the narrow 
passage of her asshole. 

Because she'd been getting screwed in the ass almost as long as she'd been 
getting screwed, he had no trouble breaching her anal sphincter, and Karen 
gurgled with ecstasy as he pushed the eight-inch bar of cock deep into her 
hot ass. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, no longer able to cry, so strained with her 
exertions were her lungs. She was gulping air desperately as she humped her 
ass harder against Ben's loins, but she still felt light-headed. 

He ran his cock in and out of her clinging asshole with the same strength 
he'd fucked her twat, and Karen knew there was going to be a huge wet spot 
under her when they were through. The way he was going, he'd make her cum 
again before he emptied his balls into her rectum. And his cumming would 
make her cookies crumble a final time. 

Yes. She was cumming again, cumming harder than she had before. And, a few 
minutes after her tremors subsided, when she felt Ben's jism spurting into 
her bowels, she trembled violently as her juices gushed once more. 

Slowly, they regained control of themselves. There was a towel handy that 
they wiped themselves with. They kissed several times and lay holding each 
other before dressing to return to the front. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When they finally released each other and started to dress, Ben kept 
reaching out to caress the smooth skin of Karen's ass or the backs of her 
thighs. "God," she sighed, "you're super-horny this afternoon." 

"Complaining?" he teased, reaching up and covering one of her tits with his 
hand as she tried to refit the cups of her bra over the pert mounds. He 
toyed with the nipple for a minute, until Karen slapped at his fingers in a 
playful manner. 

"No," the eighteen-year-old girl replied. "I was just wondering if I could 
get Martha Tyler to come by in the late afternoon more often. If her 
flashing her ass at you excites you as much as it has, then I dig it." 

He didn't deny that looking at the girl's trim little ass had turned him on. 
Even though the best parts of her body had been covered by her bikini 
bottom, the fact that the cheeks had been revealed to him as she'd bent over 
made up for it. It had been almost as if he was getting a glimpse of 
forbidden territory when Martha leaned forward, and it had caused his cock 
to swell and start demanding he bury it in the closest available flesh. 

"I wonder," the young blonde mused, as he followed her down the short hall 
which led them back to the store part of the building, "if I'd have liked 
having my ass played with as much as I do if I'd gotten started in sex with 
somebody else." 

He didn't answer her right away. Instead, he let his mind go back six years, 
to the second time the two of them had had sex, the afternoon he had taken 
her cherry. He had introduced her to the feeling of a tongue working on her 
asshole, but she had already taught herself how to increase her sexual 
pleasure by frigging her asshole while she finger fucked herself. "Yes," he 
replied, "I've got a feeling you would have found out how hot your ass is 
whether I'd gotten involved with you or not. Even if you'd gone along like a 
lot of girls and not gotten into screwing until you were older, I still 
think you'd have ended up being taught how much you like it when a guy 
tongues your ass-or when he sticks his cock up it." 

"Maybe you're right," Karen conceded. "A few months ago, I went out with 
this guy I met at college. The band at the dance wasn't very good and I 
didn't mind leaving early when he suggested it. I didn't mind, either, that 
we went up to his room and started making out. 

"We got each other's clothes off and he started paying a whole lot of 
attention to my ass, so I turned over to give him as much access to my butt 
as he wanted. You know, he didn't do anything else to me, just played with 
my ass and kissed it. But both of us came. And he told me that he'd known 
from the first time he laid eyes on me that I'd have a hot ass, that I'd 
like him taking all that time playing with it. 

"It's funny," she recollected, almost as if she were speaking aloud to 
herself, "but I went out with him two or three times after that and he never 
did anything else to me. It was like he wasn't interested in fucking me or 
getting head from me or anything. All he wanted to do was eat out my ass." 

"Must have gotten boring," Ben suggested. 

She shook her head. "No. He did fuck me in the ass a couple of times after I 
asked him to. I don't think he would have on his own, but he sure jumped to 
stick it in my ass when I told him I liked getting fucked that way. 

"He was pretty good, too," she concluded. "I might go out with him again 
this fall, just to see if I can get him to do something else to me. But if I 
can't get him to eat pussy or fuck the regular way, I won't date him again 
after the next time." 

"Why not?" Ben asked. "If he's as good as you say?" 

"Because then it would get boring," Karen answered. "You know, I like having 
my ass loved, but I like the rest of sex, too. As much as I love you, if you 
started ignoring the rest of my body and didn't do anything but love my ass, 
I'd be so disappointed in you I'd start screwing other men most of the 
nights I would be screwing you now." 

"On the other hand, you wouldn't like it if you got involved with a guy who 
wouldn't play with your ass or just played with it a little," Ben suggested. 
He was tallying the cash register as Karen cleaned the grill behind the 
lunch-counter. 

"True," she admitted. "That's the best thing about you. You never let me 
forget any part of my body. The other men have all eaten my ass, and Sam and 
Daddy have done it without my asking them to, but it's always been because 
they were going to fuck me there or they were being nice to me when we were 
playing slave." 

Slave was a game they had gotten into four years earlier, when the girls had 
thought the men were getting jaded. Whoever had been the 'slave' had to do 
whatever the other said. Once, Karen had to suck off all four of the men, 
one right after the other. Of course, there had been turns when each of the 
girls had had a slave; Karen had once made Alex spend a whole hour doing 
nothing but using his mouth on her feet. She hadn't cum from what he'd done, 
but she'd enjoyed the feeling of dominating him, of making him do something 
he wouldn't have done otherwise. 

"But they did it to me because they were doing something I liked. "You do it 
because it's something you like, and that makes it even better for me." 

Ben crossed to her and slipped his arm around her waist. "I like doing 
anything you enjoy." 

"You do it to the other girls, too, though," Karen countered. "And before 
you say they like it, or the other guys do it to them, too-I know that. You 
do it more than any of the others, and you're the only one who'll eat one of 
our asses and not fuck us up the butt." 

He didn't bother to deny he did get more out of having his tongue in a 
girl's ass than the other men did. He had never cum from tonguing a girl's 
ass, but he had found tremendous pleasure in doing so. 

For years, ever since he'd gotten interested in sex, he had had a great 
interest in the asses of girls. Back in his teens, when he had first gotten 
into dating, he had been attracted to the girls with the cutest asses. Since 
everybody else had been into tits in the fifties, he had had a lot of girls 
who'd gotten excited about dating him and allowed him greater liberties than 
they would have anyone else. During those days he had also been drawn to 
photos in the men's magazines that showed a model's bottom. Other guys had 
drooled over pictures of big, bare tits; he had hunted for those pictures 
that showed a bare bottom. 

Furthermore, the first time he'd ever cum from anything but jerking off, it 
had been when a whole bunch of kids had been in a car and his date had had 
to sit in his lap. She'd let him get his hands under her sweater and as he'd 
squeezed and massaged her small tits, she'd squirmed her ass around so much 
she'd made him shoot off. She'd spent a lot of time sitting in his lap after 
that, and he always suspected she'd been aware he'd been getting his cookies 
crumbled by the squirming of her butt against his groin. 

Later, when he'd gotten to the stage where he was beyond hand-jobs, if he 
was with a girl who wouldn't suck his cock or fuck him, he'd talk her into 
letting him press his cock into the crack of her ass and rub it back and 
forth until he came. 

He hadn't gotten into kissing asses until he'd met his wife, though. Oh, 
he'd nipped at the mounds of girls' asses or licked at them, but he hadn't 
put his tongue into anybody's asshole before he'd met Linda. 

It had been back when they'd first started dating. She had been sucking his 
cock, teasing him, bringing him to the point where he was on the verge of 
cumming, then stopping or switching to something that caused him to cool off 
a little. Finally he had pleaded with her to let him cum in her mouth. 
"Okay," she'd agreed readily, surprising him, because most of the other 
girls he had dated up to then had been extremely reluctant to let him get 
off in their mouths. "I'll suck you all the way off if you'll use your mouth 
on me." 

"Sure," Ben had agreed. He had licked a few pussies by then; sometimes when 
he was eating a girl, she'd get so wrapped up in what she was feeling that 
she'd sort of forget that she was running her mouth up and down over his 
cock and he'd been able to shoot off in her hot mouth. If Linda wanted to 
play 69, it was more than okay with him. 

But when she'd thrown a leg over him and positioned herself above him, the 
way she'd curved her body had made her cunt almost inaccessible. "Hey," he'd 
complained, "I can't get my mouth to your pussy the way you are." 

"You can get your mouth to my ass," Linda had informed him. "If you want me 
to suck you off, to take all of your cock in my mouth, you're gonna have to 
lick my asshole." 

Ben had gulped. But then he'd thought about it. He liked asses and Linda's 
was one of the best he'd ever seen. 

As his eyes traveled over the white flesh of her ass, she bent her head and 
swiped her tongue across the head of his cock. She'll take it all in her 
mouth, he reminded himself. He had never had more than half of his 
eight-inch cock embedded in a hot, sucking mouth. Besides, he told himself, 
somebody else must have done it to her or she wouldn't know about it. 
Somebody else can do it, I can, too. 

He had spread the firm cheeks of her ass even farther and thrust his tongue 
between them. At first, he had just licked up and down her rear cleavage, 
but as she'd started taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, he'd 
overcome his hesitation and commenced working his tongue tip around the 
crinkled rosette of her asshole. 

To his surprise he hadn't barfed or anything, and Linda had dropped her head 
until her upper lip had been on his balls, so his cockhead had been in her 
throat. Then she'd swallowed and the new sensation had been so much he had 
thrust his tongue out without thinking. 

Incredibly, her anal sphincter had yielded easily to the invasion of his 
tongue. And since having his tongue in her ass had made Linda suck harder on 
his cock, Ben had commenced sawing the tongue in and out. By the time he had 
blasted his jism into her gullet, he had decided tongue fucking a girl's ass 
wasn't bad at all. In fact, he had decided that it was kind of exciting. 

He and Linda had fucked after they'd recovered from their first cum (and Ben 
had been amazed Linda had cum from his tongue fucking her ass), and he 
returned his attention to her ass. Again he had tongue fucked it, but she 
hadn't been doing anything to him at the time. Still, he enjoyed what he'd 
done. Of course, her inviting him to screw her in the ass-something he had 
always wanted to do but hadn't had the nerve to try or suggest-might have 
served to reinforce his idea that tonguing a hot ass was a pleasant 
experience. Stroking his renewed hard-on into Linda's butt had definitely 
been pleasant. He hadn't thought he would be able to cum again, but the 
tightness of her ass had drawn as much jism out of his balls as her throat. 

Ben snapped back to the present as he realized Karen was standing in front 
of him, peering at him wide-eyed. "You were a thousand miles away," she 
said. "What's the matter, didn't fucking me get Martha off your mind?" 

"I was thinking about Linda and about asses," he replied. 

"Want mine again?" she teased, rubbing her hand over the hard bar of his 
cock. 

"I'd better save something for Laurie," he said. "And you better save some 
for Alex." 

"Well, if we're not going to fuck again, let's get out of here," Karen 
suggested. "I want to get home and shower." 

"Yeah. Me, too," Ben agreed. He followed her out the back door and held the 
door of the car for her, then drove out to their edge of town. Luckily, the 
new comers hadn't built close to where they lived, the trains running back 
and forth disturbed them too much or something. Three sides of McGiven's 
Corner had expanded drastically since Ben had come back to his hometown, and 
they were still building on the edges of those three areas. There was 
already a movement underway to change the status of the area from township 
to city. 

On the way home Ben's thoughts turned to Martha Tyler and the discussion 
he'd had with her father. He and Louis had known each other for years and 
had been in the backfield together in high school. There were only a couple 
of Negro families in the area and the Tyler kids had been accepted by the 
others. Louis' father had been the fifth generation blacksmith in the area, 
just as Louis was the sixth. Of course, Louis had gone on to college and 
became a vet, but that had been partially because he had gotten married to 
Juanita Perez, whose stepfather had been the vet. Dr. Perez had been a 
refugee from the Spanish Civil War and had come to the area with an American 
who had gone to fight with the Lincoln Brigade. 

Louis had been at the prescription counter with him when his eyes had almost 
bulged out of his head at the sight of Martha bending forward from the 
waist, hiking her short top up to display the taut cheeks of her ass. 
"That's something, isn't it?" Louis had asked. That's why I want something 
that'll make one sleep; so I can slip 'em to her." 

"Why?" Ben had asked, his eyes still fixed on the crack of the girl's ass, 
where her bikini bottom didn't cover the deep crack. 

"She runs around dressed in less than that, her tits hanging out of her top 
and her shorts or whatever so tight you can see everything they're supposed 
to be hiding. And I know she wants it. I ... I guess she wants it so bad 
she'd even give me some if I acted like I was interested. And, goddamn it, 
it's just about all I can do to keep from telling her I do want some of it." 

"Doesn't she have a boy friend?" Ben asked. 

Louis shook his head. "Oh, she goes out on dates now and then, but there 
isn't anybody she's serious about. 

"Even the guy she screwed wasn't anybody she was serious about." Ben's heart 
had leaped at that news and his cock had swelled even more. Martha Tyler 
isn't cherry! he thought, wondering how he could get to be alone with her 
long enough to see if she was interested in fucking him. 

Louis pulled a thin cigar from his pocket and lit it. "I'll tell you," he 
said, "if she wasn't my own daughter, I'd have had her on her back weeks 
ago. All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see her thrashing around 
under that bastard Branagan, her mouth making all those little cries and 
gasps and all, so I could tell she was enjoying what he was doing to her. 

"You know, that son-of-a-bitch wasn't even using anything! Had the nerve to 
tell me that, what with women's lib and all, he figured it was up to the 
girl to make sure nothing happened if she didn't want to have a kid. 
Expecting a girl that was a virgin to be carrying around something for when 
she finally decided to get laid. I almost busted him right in the face." 

"I don't think I know him," Ben commented. There were a lot of people in 
town that he didn't know. It wasn't like it had been when he'd been growing 
up, or when he'd first come back to town; then, he'd known anybody who lived 
in the area. 

"His father manages that new insurance company place up on the expressway," 
Louis said. "He was a real creep. The only girls who went out with him were 
the ones nobody else would date. I mean, he went with Bill Dwight's 
daughter, the crippled one. And with that Loming girl who's retarded, and 
Robyn Norris. You know how weird she is. Thinks she's a radical or 
something." 

"Who's he going with now?" Ben asked. 

"Nobody," Louis replied. "Me and Bill Dwight and Vern Norris paid a call to 
his father and suggested there was a lot more like us, fathers pissed off at 
the way he was acting. Coming up to the house on that motorcycle of his and 
just waiting for the girl to drop everything and come running to him. Said 
there might be some night riding around here if he stayed in the area too 
much longer." The image of himself as a Ku Kluxer made Louis chuckle. 
"Anyway, the boy's been gone since then. Back to wherever they came here 
from, I guess." 

"I think it'd be better for Martha if she got laid rather than having a 
sleeping pill slipped into her coke," Ben observed. 

"So do I," Louis agreed. "But who's going to lay her?" He leaned a little 
closer to Ben and dropped his voice even more. "I wouldn't mind if she 
started dropping her pants for you or for Jack Hall, somebody I knew. You 
guys wouldn't let her get hurt. You'd have enough sense to keep her from 
falling in love with you. But you'd treat her decently. That damned Branagan 
kid, he told Robyn Norris she oughtn't be mad at him because he went with 
Martha, because Martha didn't count-she was just a nigger. Vern heard him 
say that. He was trying to talk Robyn into blowing him back when she had the 
crabs. Well, maybe you didn't know she had 'em, but that's why Branagan took 
up with Martha. Anyway, she wasn't sure if she still had 'em and wouldn't 
screw, so he was trying to talk her into blowing him, like she was obligated 
to get him off when he wanted to get his gun. 

"But," he added, "how can I say to her: 'Girl, why don't you go into town 
and tell Doc Lewis you need to get fucked 'fore your nerves go bad?' There 
ain't no way, just like there ain't no way I could tell your girl, or 
Jack's, that I needed to get laid real bad to keep from giving my daughter 
what she wants somebody to give her." 

"What if there were a way?" Ben asked, fighting to keep his voice light. 

Louis looked at him quizzically for a minute. "If there was a way, I'd be 
eternally grateful to the man that set my foot on it." 

"Wouldn't Juanita wonder about it if you started doing things differently?" 
Ben pried. 

"Juanita keeps my house clean, my clothes washed and ironed, and she puts a 
meal on the table three times a day. If I'm there, I eat it; if I'm not 
there, she saves it for me. We haven't been in bed together for six years 
and she's perfectly happy. She gave me three kids and she's done her wifely 
duties." 

"I'm not saying there is a way," Ben said, "but, don't make any plans for 
Sunday, either of you." 

Louis looked at him with a searching look. "If you're putting me on, Ben, 
it's a poor joke," was all he said. A moment later, he and Martha had left 
the drugstore and he had suggested to Karen that they close the store early. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"How energetic are you feeling tonight?" Sam asked Deni and Ben as they sat 
sipping coffee in the Chilton living room. Laurie was putting the dinner 
dishes in the dishwasher, but was able to hear what was being said because 
the two rooms were separated by a divider rather than a wall. 

"Oh, I don't know," Deni replied. "Why? What did you have in mind?" 

"Nothing, really," Sam replied. "I was actually hoping we'd have a quiet 
evening, watch a little TV, then you and I could go off and screw and get to 
sleep early. I've got to be up at five to go to the capital; I'm testifying 
about a bill." Sam had been elected an officer of the state restaurateur's 
association the past year and had shown a flair for lobbying. Consequently, 
he had to represent the association whenever a bill that affected the 
industry came up in the legislature. 

"That's okay with me," Deni agreed. "I've been putting in some pretty long 
hours myself." Not only was she still helping Jack Hall with his landscaping 
and lawn care business, but she was in the process of building up his 
nursery and retail sales business. Jack was so pleased with the way Deni had 
contributed to the business that he'd given her ten percent of it. When they 
paid off the bank loan they'd gotten to build a couple of greenhouses and a 
salesroom, she'd get twenty-five percent of the company. Ben had offered to 
give Deni the money, but she'd preferred to do it alone. "It's going to seem 
more like it's really mine if I get it on my own," she'd explained and he'd 
said no more. He could understand her feelings. 

Both men were looking at Deni with appreciation as she gave a back-arching 
stretch, causing the hem of her T-shirt to pop out from under the cloth of 
her shorts. 

Deni was worth looking at. She had grown to five-six and one hundred-and 
twenty-eight, thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six set of curves. Her black 
hair was braided and wrapped around her head. Lately, she had been talking 
of getting it cut, complaining she spent too much time taking care of it. 
When it was down, it reached the top of her ass. Ben knew Deni devoted half 
an hour or more every day just brushing and braiding her hair and, although 
he hated to see her cut the luxuriously black mane, he figured it was her 
head and hair and expected her to return home any evening with it trimmed to 
shoulder length. 

She returned to her perch on an ottoman next to the chair where Sam slumped. 
He was six years older than Ben, but he looked ten years older. 

Laurie crossed the room and stretched out on the couch with her head in 
Ben's lap. "Poor Daddy," she teased, "he can't keep it up like he used to." 

"I can still get it up, though," Sam retorted. They all got a laugh out of 
that. 

Ben looked down at Laurie. Her red hair was arranged in tight curls close to 
her head in a style Ben didn't think was attractive, not when he could 
remember her long, flowing locks. Idly, he toyed with the curls on the side 
of her head as his eyes ran over her body which was only partially covered 
by a thin sundress. 

As had the other girls, Laurie had changed, physically, in the time the 
Papa-Swappers had been in operation. She had added several inches to her 
height, until she measured five nine. At one point she had had the biggest 
tits in the group, although Deni and Brenda had surpassed her in the past 
six years. Laurie now measured thirty-six, twenty, thirty-five. A lot of her 
height was in her legs which were displayed almost in their entirety below 
the hem of the short dress. 

I hope Deni's still horny after balling Daddy, Laurie said to herself as she 
ran her eyes over the other girl. If she is, she'll come in and join Ben and 
I in bed. Contact with the other girls in the club was what Laurie liked 
best, although she enjoyed everything which transpired between her and the 
men, too. 

The cops 'n robbers show ended and Sam switched off the set before the 
preview scenes came on. "I hate that part of these shows," he explained. 
"They show you so much, you can guess everything that's going to happen next 
week." 

Deni rose and stood beside him. Even with her shoes off she was almost as 
tall as he. Laurie could actually look down on her father when she stood 
beside him. 

"Let's go screw," she suggested to the balding diner owner as she slipped 
her arm through his. They said their good nights and left. 

Laurie wriggled seductively against Ben's lap and the couch, causing her 
short dress to slide higher on her legs until there was no more than a half 
an inch of the finely turned limbs hidden from view. Ben's thinking about 
something, she told herself as her sensuous writhings failed to attract his 
attention. "Penny for your thoughts?" she whispered as she shifted her 
position and used an arm around his neck to draw herself up the couch until 
her head was against his shoulder. 

"Oh, I was just thinking about us," he murmured. 

"What about us?" Laurie questioned, hoping he hadn't developed some sort of 
infatuation with her. She liked Ben, liked screwing him, but she didn't want 
to become emotionally involved with him. Besides, it was common knowledge 
that Karen was still crazy about him, and Laurie was perfectly aware that 
Karen had hopes of someday being more to Ben than just the daughter of his 
best friend and a girl he often fucked. 

"Oh, I don't mean you and I us, I meant all of us," Ben answered. "I was 
just wondering whether you girls ever felt taken for granted when things 
like tonight happened, when whoever you were with just wanted to take you to 
bed for a little bit of sex and then turned over to sleep." 

"Ben," she said, "there've been nights when Sam and I haven't even had the 
little bit of sex. I'm not complaining, mind you, because they don't happen 
often, and the nights when Daddy and I do fuck are still great. And, of 
course, there're nights like when Karen was over earlier in the week that're 
really something. So I don't feel neglected. And I don't think Deni would 
feel that way without saying something. So even though we've all gotten to 
know each other so well that the first bloom has gone from the romance, so 
to speak, I don't think any of us are going to complain." 

"How could we put the bloom back into the romance?" Ben asked. 

Laurie shrugged, her tits heaved enticingly. "I don't know," she admitted. 
"Maybe if there was somebody new around, somebody who hadn't gotten used to 
us, it might reawaken feelings in us that have grown dormant. You men would 
appreciate us more, maybe, if you had somebody new to compare us to, and I 
bet we girls would feel the same way. But that's not going to work, there 
isn't anybody else. Even if there were another couple, a father and daughter 
screwing, we wouldn't find out about it to get them into the club." 

He started to say something, but Laurie shifted and kissed him. 
Automatically his arms went around her, crushing her slim torso to his. As 
their lips rubbed and the tips of their tongues danced one on the other, Ben 
allowed one of his hands to travel down the curve of her back and over the 
silky mounds of her ass. Then he was stroking her thighs, his fingers 
exploring the warm roundness of her legs, making her kiss him even harder. 

After he'd caressed her thighs several moments, Ben moved his hand up the 
curve of her hip and waist, then insinuated it between their bodies and 
molded his fingers to the saucy thrust of her tits. As he kneaded the 
resilient flesh, Laurie slid her tongue into his mouth and dug her nails 
into the nape of his neck. Her lips grew more demanding on his, which caused 
him to work his fingers more assertively against the swell of her tit. 

"Mmmmm," Laurie sighed, when the kiss finally ended, "it's been a long time 
since I sat here and just necked with somebody." 

"Necked'?" Ben inquired, squeezing her tit again. 

"Sure," Laurie replied. "Getting your tits felt is part of necking now. It 
only turns to petting when the guy you're with starts opening your clothes." 

"I guess that happens on most of your dates?" Ben murmured as he worked his 
lips over her face. 

"All of them," Laurie conceded, "and very few of them stop at that point. I 
can only think of one date in the past six or seven months where all I did 
was bring the guy off with my hand. He was sort of shy and I think I shocked 
him by giving him a hand-job. He acted like it was something he'd never had 
a girl do before. Maybe it was the first time." 

"You don't mind screwing your dates?" 

"Why should I?" she challenged. "I'm used to getting screwed. Could you go 
back to getting hand-jobs and no more?" 

Ben thought for a minute, then decided he couldn't. Even with Martha Tyler, 
he'd try for more. He shook his head. 

"Well," Laurie continued: "Why should I settle for that? I mean, having a 
guy bring me off with his hand is nice, but I know it can be better if I 
have his cock inside me, so why shouldn't I screw?" 

"No reason at all," Ben agreed. Then he added: "Speaking of which ..." and 
let his voice trail off. 

Laurie got the hint and swung from his lap to her feet. "It's about time we 
went to my room, isn't it?" she suggested. "If we don't, we might end up 
screwing on the floor." 

"Would that be so bad?" Ben teased as he rose and pulled her to him. There 
had been many occasions in the past years when he had fucked Laurie Chilton 
on the floor, either in the very room they were in now, or in the living 
room of some other house. 

"No, it wouldn't be bad, but why not be comfortable?" Laurie insisted. 

He must have agreed with her, for he let go of her and slipped his arm 
around her waist as they crossed the living room and went up the three steps 
to the next level of the house. Ben let his hand move around from her waist 
and held it against the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the feel of her muscles 
shifting as she walked. 

When they were in her room, there was no need to turn on a lamp because the 
side window was unshaded and moonlight filled the room with a soft glow. 
Laurie let him turn her to face him and moved to press herself against him 
as his hands traveled around her body to cup her saucy ass and draw her 
nearer. 

After a long kiss which involved much grinding of their bodies together, she 
shifted her position a little, inviting him to return one of his hands to 
her tits. Her dress buttoned down the front and Ben's nimble fingers soon 
had it parted. They had kissed all through the operation and it was only 
when the last button had been eased out of its hole that he moved his mouth 
from hers. Then he only shifted his lips to the column of her throat. 

She was wearing a stretch-bra without hooks, but Ben knew how to deal with 
it. After caressing and massaging the offered tit which he had neglected 
earlier, he eased the plump mound from the transparent covering and rubbed 
his thumb across the burgeoning nipple. Laurie dug the tip of her tongue 
into his ear and began unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel him shifting 
about, easing his shoes off. 

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, she stepped back from him. "Let me hang my 
dress up?" she whispered, although her father and Deni were in a room 
separated from hers by a guest room. 

Ben watched her as she crossed the room and slipped the dress off her 
shoulders. There was an area a couple of inches wide between the tops of her 
stockings and her panties and, while it was as tan as the rest of her legs, 
it still looked different. He had been glad to note that part of her tits 
were a lighter tan than the rest of her body and realized she'd been sunning 
herself somewhere that had forced her to wear a swim suit as she did so. 

He draped his shirt over the back of a chair, stood on one foot and then the 
other as he stripped off his sock, then removed his trousers. Clad only in 
his shorts, he turned back the bed and stretched out as he watched Laurie 
remove her stockings and pull the garter belt from her panties. With her 
tits jouncing freely she crossed the room and slipped into the bed next to 
him, her arms encircling him as she let him pull her closer. 

It felt good having both of his hands on her tits, which was soon after she 
had pressed herself to Ben's still muscular body. They kissed avidly as he 
tweaked her erect nipples, one through the nylon of her bra. Laurie closed 
her thighs around one of his and rubbed her dampening pussy against it, 
letting him judge her arousal by the fact that her panties were wet. 

When he shifted his mouth back to her throat, she used her hands to free the 
other tit from its confinement, then tossed the dainty scrap of her bra 
behind her. About once a week she gathered her underwear from wherever it 
had landed upon being discarded and laundered it. 

He pushed her pert tits toward each other and thumbed both nipples as his 
mouth moved down to the saucy curve of her tits. 

"Ahhhhh," Laurie sighed as she felt his tongue slither across the upper 
slopes of her tits. 

Slowly, she ran a hand over his flat belly and pushed it under the elastic 
band of his shorts. Catching his solid cock, she stroked the throbbing 
length as she squeezed her thighs around his and rubbed her pussy faster 
against the warm flesh. 

His tongue tip circled her nipples, making her gasp with delight. He lifted 
his head and looked at her. "How would you feel about another couple joining 
us?" he asked. 

"Another couple like the rest of us are couples?" When he nodded, Laurie 
blinked. Another girl around here that's fucking her father? I wonder who? 
"I wouldn't mind," she said. "I imagine you men would like a new girl to get 
with, and I don't think any us of would object to getting a new man in our 
lives-or our pussies." 

Ben didn't add any information at that time. Instead, he sucked one of her 
tits into his mouth and commenced to chew at the resilient flesh as she 
worked his tongue around it. At the same time, he slid his hand down her 
belly and wormed it into her pants, pushing his fingers through the forest 
of russet hair that surmounted her prominent pussy mound. Laurie tightened 
her hand around his cock and moved her fingers faster as she stroked the 
heated bar of flesh. 

When he released her tit and started to shift his head to the other, Laurie 
caught his chin in her hand and looked at him. "Did you have somebody in 
mind when you were asking about a new couple joining us?" 

"Yes," Ben admitted. Then, before she could inquire as to who it was, he 
thrust his middle finger into the wetness of her twat and Laurie allowed him 
set his mouth to work on her other tit. Jesus, she thought, five girls in 
this same area who let their fathers into their panties. Who IS the other 
girl? 

It was hard to speculate with Ben's mouth moving around the saucy hillock of 
her tit while his hand massaged and caressed her cunt. He ground the heel 
against her throbbing clit as he sawed his finger in and out of her quim, 
making it hard for her to do anything but revel in the sensations he was 
imparting to her nerves. They shifted until she was on her back and he was 
partially over her. Laurie spread her legs, opening her cunt farther to his 
exploration, and her hand crept deeper into his shorts until she was 
handling his tightly sacked balls. 

Her ass was shifting on the bed as he continued to fondle her cunt and suck 
on her tit. That was one of the advantages of sex with an older man, Laurie 
thought, they could take their time in getting down to fucking. A guy my age 
would probably have been in me already, or trying to get it in. 

Ben was certainly ready to fuck, the feel of his hard cock against her arm 
told her that. But while he eased a second finger to her twat, he seemed 
content to keep things on the level they were. 

Thinking about having a cock embedded in her twat was making Laurie want one 
there. She shifted and drew her leg from under him, then pulled her knees 
back. Hurriedly, she skimmed her panties over the flare of her ass and 
worked them down until she could kick them free. At the same time, she 
started pushing at Ben's shorts, trying to get him naked, too. 

Using her hands and a foot, Laurie managed to strip the shorts away from 
Ben's body. He was crouching over her, his knees inside her parted thighs, 
his mouth working across her heaving tits as he probed and caressed her 
pussy until her hips were undulating steadily. "You ... you're ... gonna ... 
make me ... cummmmmm," she moaned as she clutched at him, trying to maneuver 
him over her so they could fuck. 

"Don't you want to?" he teased, nuzzling the undersides of her tits. 

"Of course I want to," Laurie retorted. She gave up trying to get him to 
cover her and started enjoying fully the sensations he was creating with his 
knowledgeable fingers and mouth. She writhed on the bed under him as she 
stroked his cock easily. 

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" she cried suddenly as her hips rose and her guts churned 
under the climax he had manipulated her to. 

Her ass hung in the air a minute as her thighs trembled and her whole body 
shook. When she dropped back to the bed, he continued to work his fingers in 
her dripping snatch. Somebody my age would've been in me for sure by now, 
she thought. Ben might bring me off two or three times like this unless I 
ask for more. 

She decided she wanted more than just his fingers in her slippery twat. 
"Come on," she urged, tugging at him. "Let's fuck now." She canted her knees 
outward and drew her heels up until they were resting against her squirming 
ass. 

Immediately, he was over her, his mouth seeking hers and his tongue darting 
forward as he sank his big cock into her with one smooth thrust. Laurie 
lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, driving him a little 
deeper into the warm maw of her cunt. 

For a minute or so they remained locked like that, with Laurie savoring the 
feeling of having her vaginal passage filled with a hard bar of hot flesh. 
Ben commenced to move and she felt her legs relax their grip somewhat so he 
could fuck her the way he wanted. 

He reached back and caught her legs, shifting them until her body was bent 
double. His hips rose up, pulling his cock back until she gasped from fear 
he was going to withdraw completely. Then he slammed downward, driving his 
loins into hers in a way that made her shudder with delight. Each time he 
buried his cock in her twat he tensed his ass muscles, making it jump about 
in the tightness of her cunt and she writhed eagerly under him, loving the 
dramatic way he was screwing her. 

They pounded away at each other until their bodies were wet with 
perspiration. Ben kept himself under control enough to let her cum once from 
his fucking. Then, when she was on the verge of cumming again, he let his 
hot jism burst into her, and that set her off, making her cum even harder as 
she felt his cum trickling down the crack of her ass. 

For several minutes they lay in each other's arms. Finally Laurie asked the 
question that had been in the back of her mind for several minutes. "Who 
else around here is screwing her father?" 

"She's not actually screwing her father yet," Ben replied. "And he says he 
wants her to get laid so she'll stop trying to but he's horny, too. I don't 
know whether finding out we all screw within the family will get them in bed 
together or not, but it ought to get them both laid if we invite them to the 
picnic Sunday." 

"But how?" Laurie insisted. 

When Ben told her, she was surprised-but she thought it was a great idea. 
Louis Tyler was a handsome man and Laurie recalled that Sam had said 
something about Martha being sexy. She was sure he would have no objections 
to welcoming them into the group and promised to ask him in the morning 
since she was going to be fixing breakfast for him. 

By the time they finished their discussion, Ben was erect again and Laurie 
got her cookies crumbled twice before they went to sleep. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Deni, what's this idea of your fathers about us starting to screw blacks?" 
Brenda Wilson called as Deni and Karen came out to the patio to join her and 
Laurie. The latecomers quickly doffed their clothes and dove into the pool, 
then pulled themselves out at the far end and flopped down near Brenda and 
Laurie. 

"I guess you know as much about it as I do," Deni answered as she looked at 
the chubby redhead. Brenda had never been able to slim herself down, no 
matter which diet she followed, and she finally accepted the fact she was 
going to be oversized. Now she was a voluptuous eighteen, with thirty 
eight-inch tits that filled a D-cup. At only five foot two, she was a little 
too short to carry such mammoth jugs, but none of the men-seemed to mind. 
Indeed, they all seemed to enjoy enveloping their cocks in the heated flesh 
of Brenda's tits and sliding the shafts back and forth while she ran her 
tongue and lips over the swollen heads. 

"For Christ's sake, Brenda, you make it sound like you're talking about some 
sort of wild people," Karen shot back. "We've all known the Tyler's for 
years. It's Martha and her father who Ben wants us to invite to parties." 

"Yeah, Brenda," Laurie added, "I thought Martha was a special friend of 
yours. Didn't you say you were palling around with her at school? And didn't 
you even spend the night at her house a couple of times?" 

Brenda blushed. "Actually, that's just what I told Daddy, so I could go out 
with this guy he doesn't approve of. Just because he dropped out of school. 
Daddy thinks he's no good. We were gonna run off this summer, only he split 
all of a sudden a month ago. I don't even know who he is, I mean, where he 
is." The chubby girl blushed again as she realized what she'd said. 

"But, Brenda," Karen interjected, "doesn't that mean you owe Martha a favor, 
sort of? I mean, if you were using her as an excuse to get laid, don't you 
have a sort of obligation to help her get laid?" 

"Yeah, Brenda?" Deni managed to get in. 

"I'll bet your father won't have any trouble balling Martha," Laurie said 
accusingly. "You don't understand!" Brenda almost shrieked, her voice 
actually going up a bit. "I'm not objecting. It's just ... well, it's just 
that blacks are supposed to have such big dicks. I'm afraid I'll get to 
liking it too much, so I won't like Daddy's anymore." 

The other three girls looked at their friend in amazement, then burst into 
gales of laughter. Finally, Deni managed to bring herself to a degree of 
control that let her ask: "Haven't you ever heard the story about driving 
railroad spikes with a tack hammer?" 

"Yeah, but I don't see the point," Brenda replied. 

"It's not cock-size that makes a good lover," Deni said. "I can't think of a 
time I've ever been with your father, and he does have the smallest cock of 
the dads, that he hasn't brought me off fucking me. Even if Louis is hung 
like a horse, I'm not going to stop liking it when I screw your father." 

"Bu ... but what if he likes Martha better than me for awhile?" Brenda 
protested. 

"There'll be three other guys wanting to get with Martha because she's new, 
unfamiliar," Laurie said. "I hardly think you and Alex are going to be going 
steady with the Tyler's." 

"Besides, Brenda," Karen added, "it doesn't matter what we decide, it's all 
up to the dads anyway. They all like Louis Tyler, and you know they're going 
to want to screw Martha if she goes for it, so you might as well accept it 
that you're going to get fucked by a black cock. I have, and I'm looking 
forward to it." 

"So am I," Deni agreed and Laurie nodded. 

"Well, I guess I won't mind," Brenda mumbled. A moment passed and she said: 
"I wonder if his cum'll taste different?" 

"I wonder if her cunt will," Laurie said. 

"Laurie!" Brenda exclaimed. "You wouldn't go down on her, would you?" 

"Why not?" Laurie retorted. "You were thinking about going down on Louis. 
Their color isn't going to come off, Brenda. They aren't even really black. 
Martha's mother is half German and Louis's family has had women getting 
pregnant in it by white men for centuries." 

"I know," Brenda conceded, "but still ..." 

"But nothing," Laurie interrupted. "Maybe they don't like oral sex and all 
this speculation will be for naught." Deni gave a chuckle as she always did 
when Laurie came up with one of her funny words. Deni was as smart as any of 
the other girls and the only reason she wasn't going to college was she 
hadn't found one which taught landscaping and Deni already knew that was 
what she wanted to do, work outside as much as she could with living things. 
But she had sluffed off her last two years of high school, since she'd known 
she wouldn't be going to college. She had passed all her courses, but just 
barely, because she had been too busy being an officer of this or that, and 
on the cheerleaders and in the class plays and on the newspaper. There were 
more activities under her name in the yearbook than any of the other three 
girls' pictures. 

"So how'd you get the afternoon off, Deni?" Laurie asked. 

"Took it," the brunette replied. "After all, I am an owner." Then she 
chuckled. "What actually happened was, one of the trucks has been acting up 
so I took it to the garage and they said it'd be all day getting fixed. I 
did a bunch of stuff at the greenhouse, but there wasn't a full day's work. 
I could just take off if I wanted, though, and Jack wouldn't mind." 

"And this is my normal day off," Karen reminded the group. 

The four of them lay on the aluminum and plastic-webbed loungers, or on mats 
near poolside. After an hour of sunning themselves, they started asking 
Brenda about the guy she'd been going to run off with. Deni had suspected it 
was Harry Branagan and she was proven right. "Brenda, don't you know he was 
a real sonofabitch? Jack and I stopped at this place one time and he was in 
there talking about Amy Dwight and making fun of her because her braces kept 
getting in the way when they were fucking. I think if Jack had known it was 
Amy he was talking about, he'd have hit him. He kept talking about what an 
asshole he was all afternoon. 

"Why," Deni went on, "I'll bet he talked about you, too. And he didn't even 
know these guys. They got in a big truck and drove off as we were leaving. 
He was just bragging, implying he had all kinds of girls chasing after him." 

"It's all right for you to talk," Brenda sniffed. "You don't have any 
trouble getting dates. Last year, Karen and you used to fix me up, but this 
past year was terrible. Other than Harry, I only went out twice." 

"Well, we'll see if we can't do something about that," Deni promised. 
"Meanwhile, how's your love-life been lately, Laurie?" 

"Pretty good," the tall redhead replied. Laurie was taking some courses in 
summer school and stayed at her place in Washington a lot of the time, 
coming home for a day or two during the week and the weekends, usually 
getting in on Saturday and leaving early Monday morning. It was almost a 
three-hour drive, but her first class on Monday wasn't until ten. 

"You dating any interesting guys?" Brenda asked. 

"Not too often," Laurie answered. "Actually, I've been hanging out with a 
bunch of women." 

"You ... you're not running lesbian, are you?" Brenda demanded. 

"I'm sleeping with women more than men," Laurie admitted. "I guess I got 
spoiled for guys our age. Most of them don't satisfy me the way our dads do. 
But I've never been with a woman that didn't get me off real good." 

"You're terrible," Brenda accused. "We screw each other to turn our dads on, 
but you're doing it without any men around." 

"Oh, bullshit," Deni exclaimed. "All of us have eaten pussy when there 
weren't any of the dads around. And I'll bet we all do it again." 

"Yeah, Brenda," Karen commented, hanging her head over the lounger and 
looking at the girl stretched out below her. "I bet if I came over there and 
stuck my pussy in your face you'd eat it before I even got started eating 
you." 

"But girls we don't know?" Brenda squeaked. 

"Did we know those guys we met last year at the fair?" Deni challenged. 
"That didn't stop you from fucking one of them before we even got to the 
party." 

"That's different," Brenda protested. 

"Only because you like guys better," Deni countered. "It seems like Laurie 
doesn't. I'm not going to stop liking Laurie because she digs women best." 

"What's really bugging you, Brenda?" Karen asked. "You're full of hostility 
today." 

"What if Daddy finds out I was lying about staying at Martha's all those 
nights?" Brenda wailed. "He'll kill me." 

"Oh, shit, is that all that's bothering you?" Laurie said. "If he does find 
out, and I bet he won't, well, tell him you were down in D.C. at my place. 
Say you thought he might think it was too far to be going or something." 

"You ... you wouldn't mind lying for me, after what I said to you?" Brenda 
asked, her eyes wide. 

Deni caught Karen's eye and winked. Brenda was a mass of contradictions and 
naive to boot. She probably thought all gay women husky outdoors types like 
Miss Patterson, the girls' gym-teacher. 

"How's your love life been, Deni?" Karen asked. The two of them hadn't been 
able to get together and really talk since the end of the semester. And 
before that, Karen had been busy cramming. 

Deni went out more than the other girls did. But she didn't have homework to 
occupy her a lot of the time. She had finally surpassed her mother's record 
of twenty-seven men, but not by her eighteenth birthday as she had promised 
herself she would do back in the days when her mother had been instructing 
her in sexual technique so she could screw her father after her mother died 
of cancer. Linda Lewis had had a step-mother and hadn't wanted her daughter 
to undergo what she had considered an ordeal. 

"I screwed my thirty-fifth guy last night," Deni bragged. She saw Laurie's 
eyebrows go up and added: "After your pop went to sleep, I went out 
cruisin'. I picked up this guy who was thumbing and gave him a ride. Took 
him to the freeway at Baltimore, too." 

Everybody laughed at that. Then Deni rose to her feet and stretched. All 
this talking about sex is making me horny. And lying here in the sun isn't 
helping any. Anybody want to go inside and screw?" The girls knew she could 
mean that literally; all of them owned dildos that fitted into the twat of 
the wearer and stimulated her clit while she was pretending to be a male. 

"Sure," Brenda agreed. "Come on and fuck me, Deni." 

They left the poolside and wandered into the house and back to Brenda's 
room. As had the rest of the girl's, there was a double bed for times when 
all four families were at the Wilsons'. 

Brenda opened the bedside table and took out the dildo. It was made of some 
rubbery plastic and both cocks were amazingly lifelike, complete to a thick 
vein along the underside. As Deni watched, Brenda coated one side of the 
twinpricked dildo with K-Y jelly. "Want me to put it in you, Deni?" Brenda 
asked. 

"Go ahead," the brunette answered, sitting down on the bed and spreading her 
legs. Brenda dropped to her knees before the older girl and used the fingers 
on one hand to spread the lips of her pussy. Slowly she rubbed the greased 
dildo up and down the other girl's cuntal furrow, nudging it across the 
hidden clit until that tiny bud swelled and became erect. 

Deni was aware that she was getting turned on. Her nipples were erect and 
throbbing and her ass was starting to squirm about on the bed. Brenda's eyes 
lifted to hers and Deni leaned forward, kissing the chubby girl flush on the 
mouth. 

Brenda didn't hesitate about letting her mouth go slack beneath Deni's. Nor 
did she have any hesitation about sucking the tongue Deni thrust forward. 
I'll bet Brenda likes sex between us girls a lot more than she admits, Deni 
thought as she cupped her friend's big tits and squeezed them. She always 
wants to put the dick in you when you're going to screw her. I'll bet she 
wishes she were a man. 

The younger girl was fucking her with the greased dildo, sawing it in and 
out of the entrance to her twat, teasing her with it the way a man might do. 
Deni lifted her mouth from the chubby redhead's and tugged her lips forward. 
Without hesitation, Brenda seized on the pointy tipped tit and worked her 
lips against the turreted nipple. The dildo slipped a little deeper into 
Deni. 

Deni caught Brenda's erect nipples and twisted them, making the chubby girl 
shudder with excitement. Her mouth opened and she sucked more of Deni's tit 
inside, her tongue laving the heated surface of the tit as she caressed the 
other plump mound and sawed the dildo in and out of Deni's hungry twat at a 
faster, harder tempo. There were six inches of plastic to each cock and four 
of them were embedded in Deni. 

As she worked her hands against Brenda's tits, Deni lifted her legs until 
her feet were against the edge of the bed. The move caused her cunt to 
spread and Brenda drove the dildo all the way in, rubbing a pebble-surfaced 
protrusion against Deni's swollen clit as she worked the fake cock about 
inside the older girl's vaginal passage. 

Dropping one hand from Brenda's abundant tits, Deni commenced stroking her 
pussy. The chubby redhead was as wet as Deni imagined she must be, and the 
older girl realized her friend was going to want to fuck in a moment. She 
let Brenda manipulate the dildo in her twat as she eased a couple of her own 
fingers into Brenda's cuntal tube. 

Brenda lifted her mouth from Deni's tit and sighed. "Let's fuck now, okay, 
Deni?" 

"Sure," Deni agreed. She stood up and ran a thin leather strap under her 
body, then passed another strap around her waist. On the second strap was a 
metal snap and a hole on the first strap fitted over it. Once those straps 
were secured, Deni passed a third strap around the other side of her body 
and pressed the receptacle on it over the snap. Now the dildo was securely 
belted around Deni's loins, six inches of plastic cock were embedded in her 
twat and her clit would be stimulated each time she ground her cunt to 
Brenda's. 

The chubby teenager was moving onto the bed, spreading her thighs as she 
waited for Deni to climb onto her and commence fucking. Through the window, 
Deni could see Karen and Laurie with their arms around each other, kissing 
avidly. They would be in one of the beds before too long, Deni imagined, 
probably eating each other. In a way, Deni wished she could trade places 
with one of them; Brenda was a real nerd at times. Sometimes Deni thought 
she and Karen had made a big mistake in seducing Brenda, but at the time 
they had done so, they had wanted another girl to help them keep their 
fathers sexually satisfied. And, if they hadn't seduced Brenda, her father 
would have never brought Laurie and Sam into the group. Laurie was neat 
enough to more than compensate for Brenda's personal inadequacies. 

"Come on, Deni, what're you waiting for?" Brenda asked peevishly. 

Dutifully, Deni climbed onto the bed and moved between the younger girl's 
thighs. The plastic cock affixed to her loins jiggled as a real hard-on 
would've had she been a man. 

With a smile, Deni lowered herself and aimed the plastic cock at the dilated 
opening of Brenda's twat. She gave a hard shove with her hips and drove the 
smooth plastic to the hilt into the younger girl's twat. 

"HHHEEEEEEEEEE!" Brenda squealed as Deni ground her loins into Brenda's. The 
action caused their clits to be rubbed by a pebble-surfaced device that 
stuck up above the shaft of the dildo. Brenda wiggled voluptuously under 
Deni as the older girl rotated her hips between the other's thighs. 

Brenda slid her hand down Deni's body and gripped the firm flesh of her ass, 
pulling her tighter. Deni worked her hands between their bodies and squeezed 
Brenda's abundant tits as she put her mouth to Brenda's and thrust her 
tongue forward, licking at the other girl's tongue. 

Slowly, Deni pulled the dildo back until it was barely lodged in Brenda's 
quim. Then she slammed it forward, driving it all the way into the other 
girl's body. Brenda squealed, the cry muffled by Deni's mouth. As Deni 
commenced to sawing the dildo in and out of her twat, Brenda started 
frigging Deni's asshole. 

Beside them, the bed dipped as Karen and Laurie entered it. Deni looked out 
of the corner of her eye and saw Karen stretching out while Laurie crouched 
over her, her hot mouth traveling from one of Karen's jaunty tits to the 
other. Because she had had sex with both of them on more occasions that she 
could count, Deni knew that Laurie and Karen were finger fucking each other 
hungrily. 

Laurie shifted and dangled one of her tits over Karen's mouth. As the blonde 
sucked on the proffered tit, she met Deni's eyes and winked. Deni winked in 
return and continued to fuck the dildo into Brenda's hot pussy. 

Before long, the bed was dipping and shifting again as Laurie reversed her 
position and swung her body over Karen's. Soon the room was filled with 
ecstatic squeals and slurping noises as the other girls sucked at each 
other's cunt. 

Beneath Deni, Brenda was squirming and snorting, for the hard thrusts of the 
dildo into her twat were getting her more and more excited. Deni had been 
right about Brenda's enjoyment at putting the dildo into her, and the 
friction of the plastic cock in her own twat was adding to Brenda's 
pleasure. 

Deni wasn't going to have to wait too long to cum, either. As she ground her 
loins to Brenda's, her clit was stimulated in a way she knew would make her 
cum. 

She lifted her head from Brenda's and shoved one of the red head's big tits 
upward, then fastened her mouth on it. As she sucked lustily at the abundant 
mound, Brenda plunged a second finger into Deni's asshole. 

It was enough to set Deni off, and she drove the cock back and forth harder 
as she came. Brenda squealed and shuddered violently as Deni's actions made 
her cum. As soon as Brenda and Deni recovered, Brenda removed the dildo and 
strapped it on herself. By then, Karen and Laurie had made each other cum 
and separated, Brenda crawled around on the bed and fell upon Karen, 
sheathing the dildo in her wet twat immediately. Deni and Laurie watched 
Brenda fuck Karen for a moment, then started fondling and kissing each 
other's body. By the time Karen had had enough of the plastic cock, Deni and 
Laurie, but she glanced at the clock and said she had to run. Karen and Deni 
decided they had better get home, too, so they left Brenda working the dildo 
in herself as she waited for her father to come home to fuck her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Where the fuck are we going?? Martha Tyler asked herself as her father 
guided their car through the twisting back roads about fifty miles southeast 
of McGiven's Corner. He hadn't told her anything about what was going on, 
just told her to put on her bikini, bring something to slip on in case it 
turned chilly and come on. Martha had a sweatshirt and pair of jeans in her 
carryall, along with a towel, a book to read, and some lotion. They had been 
driving for over an hour and she still had no idea where they were going. 

Her father was slowing, seemingly checking the number on a road that 
branched off to the left. He turned onto the dirt road, glanced at the 
odometer and started off, with dust billowing up on each side of the car. 
Shit, Martha thought, rolling up her window, I should have stayed home. 

But she knew she would have regretted it if she had. It would mean passing 
up an opportunity to be with her father and that was something Martha would 
never do. As far back as she could remember, she had preferred her father's 
company to that of any other person, and she hadn't changed a bit as she'd 
grown. 

She stretched her long legs out in front of her and scowled. She was a tall 
girl, five ten, and slender. Her measurements were only 34B-20-33. At 
school, the kids-even the girls-had called her Slats, or BP, which was short 
for Bean Pole. Only her dad ever told her how pretty she was. Certainly the 
guys at the high school hadn't acted as if they found her attractive. None 
of them ever asked her for a date, unless it was for something big where you 
had to have a date. Only one guy had ever gotten physical with her, tried to 
kiss her or more. And he ... No, I won't think about him, Martha told 
herself. 

She couldn't help it, her mind kept returning to that afternoon in the barn 
and the awful things Harry had said: Accusing her father of trying to keep 
her pure because he was afraid of having her himself and didn't want anybody 
else to; claiming that she wanted to sleep with her father just because she 
had cried out Daddy while they'd been doing it, saying that while her father 
was standing there trying to pretend she wasn't sprawled naked at his feet. 

And, the teenaged girl thought, the terrible thing is that he was right. I 
DO want Daddy to screw me. I had to get fucked to discover what it was I 
wanted, but I know why I've been so moody for the past few years, why I got 
gloomy or uptight. I wanted Daddy to screw me and I didn't know that was 
what I wanted. 

"What's even worse, Martha added to herself, is knowing what I want and 
knowing I'll never get it. She had been doing everything but taking off her 
clothes and asking her father to fuck her and he'd ignored all her 
overtures. She knew he and her mom weren't screwing, that they hadn't been 
for years. And she was sure he wasn't the type who went to whorehouses. But 
she knew he wasn't having an affair. Had he lost all interest in sex? Is 
that why he hasn't responded to me? Martha asked herself. Could he really be 
too old? 

She didn't think so. Martha had read new accounts about men in their sixties 
and seventies that still had sex; her father was only forty-five. Maybe just 
not screwing for so long has made him lose interest; maybe if he did it 
again he'd want to do it regularly. 

Noticing that her father was checking the other side of the road, Martha 
surreptitiously adjusted the bottom of her bikini, tucking a few pubic hairs 
back into the tiny covering. The swim suit was the most daring she'd been 
able to find and she'd chosen it hoping that the sight of it on her would 
move her father to some action. Even if he spanked me for showing so much, 
it'd be better than him not doing anything, the girl thought as she shook 
her head. Her hair, which she wore in a short Afro, continued to shiver for 
a moment after she'd held her head still. 

Now her father was leaving the dirt road and following what was no more than 
a couple of ruts through a stand of trees. Hey, Martha thought, we're way 
out in the boondocks; I wonder if we're meeting somebody or if they just 
picked a place where nobody'll ever come so he can make a pass at me? 

They drove up a hill and Martha's heart fell as she saw the other cars 
parked under the trees. Damn, she thought, there's a whole party up here. 
Wonder who else is here? 

They parked and her father took a cooler from the trunk. He hoisted the 
cooler to his shoulder and went off up the hill, with Martha beside him. 

When they crested the hill, Martha could look down and see water below them. 
"Far out," she exclaimed, "somebody's got a pond or a lake. They're a lot 
more fun than a swimming pool!" 

As they started down the hill, they could hear people talking below. That's 
Brenda Wilson, Martha said to herself as she recognized one of the voices. A 
moment later and she recognized another. And that's Doc Lewis, she thought. 
Who else is up here? And why? 

Suddenly, she could see a cove below them. There was a stone fireplace with 
a grill and a couple of rough hewn tables with benches. Gathered around, 
either on beach towels or the seats, in addition to Brenda and Ben, were 
Brenda's father and Deni Lewis; also present were Sam Chilton and Laurie, 
and Jack and Karen Hall. The girls were all as scantily clad as she was, 
while the men like her father, were wearing swim trunks. 

"Hey, the beer's here," Jack called, catching a glimpse of them and the 
cooler. The rest of the assembled group waved and yelled as the Tyler's came 
down the hill. 

Her father stayed by the benches with the men while Martha ran down the hill 
to join the girls in the water. She was soon squealing with glee as she 
romped with the other girls. That they were all giving her speculative looks 
was completely lost; nor did she notice that her father was deep in 
conversation with the other men. Somehow, the sylvan setting was preventing 
her from thinking of her surroundings as the scene of a debauch. 

Martha's first inkling that something unusual might be going on under the 
surface of the picnic came when the girls started insisting that their 
fathers join them in a game of horse-wrestling. None of the girls climbed on 
their fathers' shoulders. Martha felt a stab of jealousy as Laurie clambered 
up her father's back. 

Then she realized Ben Lewis was to be her mount and she was suddenly shy. 
Martha thought Ben was extremely good-looking and the idea of his cheeks 
against her bare inner thighs was almost more than she could stand. Still, 
she climbed up his back, and almost fell into the water when he reached back 
to give her a boost, for his fingertips slid into the space between her 
thighs and touched her cunt as she shoved against the pert mound of her ass. 
When she was securely on his shoulders it wasn't much better. With every 
step he took, his neck pressed against the gaped cunt her bikini bottom 
barely covered. Martha felt giddy at the idea of him touching her there, 
even in such an innocent manner. 

The five men started maneuvering around in the water as the girls grabbed at 
each other, trying to throw each other into the water. 

Karen, riding on Sam's shoulders, was the first to be dislodged. Brenda and 
Jack came up behind them and yanked Karen backward so hard Sam ended up 
sitting on the bottom, too. 

Brenda's feeling of elation was short-lived, however. She and Jack were off 
balance as a result of ducking Sam and Karen. Thus, when Deni gave Brenda a 
shove, she and Jack went toppling. 

Laurie and her father were coming toward Martha and Ben. The two girls 
grabbed each other as the men sought firm footing. For several moments they 
tried to dislodge the other, without either gaining any headway. Then Martha 
saw Alex and Deni coming up behind her father and Laurie. "Look out," she 
cried. As her father turned so Laurie could meet the new attack, Martha 
leaned forward and shoved. Laurie went flying, grabbing Deni and dragging 
her and Alex into the water. We win," Ben yelped, as excited as the girl on 
his shoulders. 

The ten of them continued to play in the water for another hour before 
heading for the lunch. At that point Martha was struck by the fact that the 
girls were all with their piggy back partners. Almost as if we were all on 
dates, she thought, glancing at Ben. 

He caught her glance and smiled at her. "Going off to learn to be a vet like 
your Dad, I hear," he said. 

"This fall," Martha replied. "How's Deni liking her job?" 

"She's as happy as a drunk locked in a distillery," Ben answered. "I thought 
she'd decide to go to college this fall, but she's going to keep working 
with Jack. She's already made a deal with Sam to come out here this winter 
for ground pine and holly, says she knows where she can sell it. And next 
spring she says there's a lot of wild plants here she'll transplant for 
retailing. I think she's found herself a niche." 

"I like Deni," Martha confessed. 

"I'm sure she likes you, too," Ben replied. "Maybe we ought to get to know 
you better," he added. "But that can be arranged." 

Is he trying to tell me more than it seems? Martha asked herself. 

Alex was dropping pork chops on the grill and the nearby table was being 
covered with food. Fried chicken, potato salad, a three-bean salad, several 
types of cheese, pickles, olives and radishes, celery stalks, stuffed with 
peanut butter, a huge mound of fresh biscuits; even a chocolate cake. "I'm 
not sure about that cake," Ben announced. "Deni insisted on baking it from 
scratch." 

"It's okay, Ben," Karen piped up, "she got A's in Home Ec." 

"I remember," Ben said. "Only 'A's she got all through high school. No, I 
take that back, she got an 'A' in bookkeeping once." Martha, as she heard 
that, was forced to wonder if there was any truth to the story Brenda had 
told her about Deni's getting that 'A' because she'd sucked off the teacher. 
Looking at Deni, as she bustled about filling glasses with beer, Martha 
decided she looked too innocent to be the type that would do such a thing. 

But then she was forced to ask herself: Do I look like the type of girl that 
would let her father screw her? Martha knew she was that type of girl, but 
she didn't think anyone could ever tell it merely by looking at her. 

Her father was passing out the beers as Deni filled them and Martha was glad 
he didn't hesitate when it came her turn. She didn't drink much and her 
father knew it, but he hadn't said anything. She wondered if they were all 
going to get tight. If she and her father did, it might be easy for her to 
seduce him on the way home. If anything happened, they could blame it on the 
beer and not feel guilty afterward. Not that she would feel guilty about 
letting her father screw her, if he did, instead she would feel exhilarated. 

By the time the pork chops were done, everybody had finished their beer and 
taken refills. They all ate too much, as people are want to do at picnics, 
and they'd all had a couple of more glasses of beer by the time they 
finished their lunch. Ben had brought her the fourth and Martha had been 
dubious about accepting if, for three was normally her limit. But all the 
other girls were taking a fourth and she accepted the beer with a smile. 

This is it for me, Martha thought as she finished the fourth beer, I'm 
starting to get sleepy. She wasn't quite able to muffle her yawn. 

To her surprise, nobody laughed. And Jack Hall yawned himself. "I'm gonna 
take a nap," he announced, moving over to the shade. To Martha's amazement, 
Brenda followed and curled up on the same blanket. Am I going crazy, or is 
something funny happening here that I don't know about? Martha asked 
herself. All of the girls were pairing off with their partners from the 
horse wrestling game. 

She looked over at Ben, but he was lying with a hat over his face and she 
couldn't see his expression. She looked around and frowned at how close to 
her father Laurie was lying. She didn't want to make a scene, so she 
stretched out next to Ben. Within a moment, she was fast asleep. 

Several moments later, everybody else sat up. Ben rose and tiptoed away from 
her. "She's out good," he announced, his voice low. The others smiled, 
except for Louis. 

"That stuff won't hurt her, will it?" he demanded suspiciously. 

"Louis, you ought to know Ben better than that," Jack said. "He said it 
would just knock her out for a half hour and that's all its gonna do. It'll 
give us enough time to get hidden and let Ben get back about the time she 
wakes up." 

"She doesn't have a watch, so she won't know how long she's slept," Alex 
reminded the slightly worried father. "She'll never know she was slipped a 
mickey." 

"You didn't want to tell her," Ben reminded his friend. "This is the only 
way we can guarantee that she finds out about it by accident." 

"Okay, you're right," Louis agreed. "Let's go find our places before we run 
out of time. 

"Now, remember, don't go starting in on things, serious things, until you 
hear them calling us," Karen added. It had been her idea that Martha and 
whichever of the men drew her should stumble upon the other couples while 
they were having sex of some sort. The idea was that she would understand 
her father was giving her the go-ahead to get laid herself. Supposedly, 
watching the other four couples fucking or screwing each other would make 
Martha hornier than normal and, thus, easier to screw. They had drawn straws 
that morning and Ben had been the lucky one chosen to initiate Martha into 
the club and the benefits of screwing older men. 

The others all found fairly secluded places where they could be "spied upon" 
with ease, and settled down as Ben hurried back to the cove to stretch out 
beside Martha. 

He lay on his side, the hat rolled away from his face, as if he had turned 
over in his sleep. Through slitted eyes, he observed the even rise and fall 
of Martha's tits and the thought of getting his hands on those tits made his 
cock stiffen drastically. 

Carefully, Ben eased his hard cock into a new position, one that was more 
comfortable. She ought to be waking up soon, he thought. Sure enough, Martha 
was twitching and making small movements that told him the drug was wearing 
off. 

He pretended to be asleep, until she sat up and looked around, then reached 
over and touched him gingerly. "Ben! Doctor Lewis! Wake up. Wake up." 

"Huh? Whatsit?" he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. 

"Everybody else has gone off and left us," Martha complained. "There isn't 
anybody in sight." 

"Mmmmmmph. You're right," Ben said, pretending to look around. "Shall we 
wait for them or go hunting for them?" 

The teenaged mulatto didn't have to think twice about that. "Let's go see if 
we can find them," she suggested. She felt a little funny to be alone with 
Ben, but it wouldn't be as bad to be wandering around through the woods with 
him as it would to be sitting in the cove. 

Sure, she thought, out in the woods he could make a pass at me, but he won't 
really try to do anything. Not with the others wandering around. And, in the 
woods, they could hear anyone else coming, so they could halt whatever they 
might do. Martha had no idea whether Ben would even try to kiss her, much 
less do anything else, but she had already decided that if he tried to kiss 
her, she would let him. She might even let him do more than just kiss her. 
Since she had been sort of thrown with him, she had begun wondering what it 
would be like to let him kiss and caress her. 

Ben rose and held out a hand to her. Martha let him pull her to her feet and 
she wasn't surprised at all when the force of the pull brought her snugly 
against him. She looked up at him and fluttered her eyes as she ran her 
tongue over her suddenly dry lips. If he'd tried to kiss her right then, she 
wouldn't have made any attempt to stop him. 

He didn't try to kiss her, however. He stared down at her face while holding 
her hand. Her pert tits rested against his chest and Martha could only think 
about how easy it would be for him or her, to remove the top of her bikini 
so her tits would be naked against his bare chest. But neither of them made 
any move to undo her bikini bra. 

"Did you try calling them?" Ben asked. Martha shook her head as she took a 
step back from him. "Daddy!" she called. "Brenda!" 

"Deni!" Ben yelled. 

There was no answer. "Well, shall we go looking for them?" Ben suggested. 

Martha nodded. As they started across the clearing, he took one of her hands 
in his. It felt so natural, and so good, to have her hand held by a man, 
particularly one as handsome as Ben Lewis, that Martha didn't think of 
removing her hand from his. 

They entered the woods and started wandering about, apparently in an aimless 
way. Then Ben stepped closer to her, so close that his hip touched hers. 
"When we find one of them, let's not make any noise until we see what 
they're doing, okay?" he whispered conspiratorially. 

Again Martha nodded. She didn't have any idea of what the others might be 
doing, but the idea of sneaking up on them sounded like fun. 

As they moved along a little ridge, Martha caught a flash of movement and 
stopped. She and Ben were behind a leafy tree. By parting a branch, they 
could look down into a small depression. What they saw almost made Martha's 
heart stop. 

Her father was there below her, his arms wrapped around the nude body of 
Laurie Chilton. And, as Martha watched, the girl finished pushing her 
father's trunks off. 

Martha felt blood rush to her face as she stared down at the scene below 
them. Laurie had used her foot to push Louis' trunks down his shins and over 
his feet and one of her hands was gripping his taut cock. In the position 
they were in, Martha couldn't see one of her father's hands, but she was 
almost certain he was running it over Laurie's tits. His other hand was 
plainly visible as it caressed and explored the girl's ass. 

We ought to go away and leave them some privacy, Martha said to herself. But 
she made no move to leave. Indeed, it was almost as if she were rooted to 
the spot. 

Laurie rolled to her back and Louis maneuvered himself until he was 
half-above her. His hand slithered around her body and moved up to join the 
other hand at Laurie's tits. Their mouths were fused in a hungry kiss and 
Martha felt a sudden surge of jealousy and desire. 

Ben was standing right behind and her and Martha was acutely conscious of 
the fact that his cock was hard. She could feel it hot and firm with only 
his trunks and her bikini bottom keeping it from nudging against her ass. 
Unconsciously, she pressed back against his loins as she watched her father 
and the girl below them. 

Louis shifted his head, moving his mouth from Laurie's. He licked at her 
throat, then tongued his way down her tanned body. As her father's tongue 
drew closer to Laurie's heaving tits, Martha sensed her own nipples swelling 
within the confines of her bikini bra and her pussylips commenced to swell 
as blood poured into them and her juices began to flow. We really ought to 
go, she told herself, but she made no move to turn away from the tableau 
below her. 

Laurie was still caressing her father's cock before Martha's widened eyes. 
As he reached the apex of one of her tits with his mouth and circled the tip 
of his tongue around the spiked nipple he slid his hand down Laurie's flat 
belly. She moved her thighs even farther apart, opening her pussy to the 
gaze of the hidden watchers. 

The inner part of her cunt didn't stay visible for long. To Martha's 
disappointment, Laurie's hand covered the wet gash of the girl's pussy and 
started to massage the inflamed flesh. "Ohhhhh, yesssssss," Laurie hissed, 
pressing Louis' head tighter to her tit. He was proving to be as exciting a 
lover as she had ever had and she was glad she'd been the lucky girl to 
initiate him into the group. 

One of his fingers eased into her twat and her hips popped into the air. 
Above her, Martha was aware that her father was starting to fingerfuck the 
other girl and that Laurie's hand had begun to pick up speed around Louis' 
cock. 

I knew he wasn't too old, Martha told herself as she saw her father suck 
most of Laurie's attractive tit into his mouth. The slender redhead's face 
was contorted with passion as she pumped her fist around the solid bar of 
the older man's cock. Martha's jealousy increased, but so did her horniness. 
Without her being aware of it, her hips started to undulate, rubbing her 
trim little ass against Ben's loins. 

"Mmmmmm, that's soooo good, Louis," Laurie murmured, her words reaching 
Martha's ears. I wish he was doing that to ME, the bemused almost-virgin 
thought. 

Then her father was lifting his head from Laurie's tit and moving around on 
the grass. What's he going to do? Martha asked herself in bewilderment. 

She didn't have to wait long to find out. Louis lowered his mouth to 
Laurie's eager pussy, then his head slipped lower on her body. Laurie gave a 
squeal and turned her head. Martha's eyes bulged further as she saw Laurie's 
tongue extend itself and lick at the head of her father's cock. 

Louis used his hands to maneuver Laurie as they shifted about until he was 
on his back and she was curled above him. To the ears of the hidden watchers 
drifted the sounds he made as he sucked eagerly at the hot, wet pussy of the 
twenty-year-old- girl. Laurie, meanwhile, ceased licking at the head of his 
cock and stuffed the stiffened bar into her mouth, then began bobbing her 
head. 

Ohhhhhhh, I wish it were me instead of her, Martha thought. She wanted to 
stop watching, but she wasn't able to pull her eyes away from the lascivious 
scene being played below her. 

Sam'll kill him, she thought, but she was unable to do anything but turn and 
go up the hill under the prodding of Ben's hands. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As he herded the trembling girl up the hill, Ben was aware that she was 
excited by what she'd just witnessed. Yeah, she said to himself, she wants 
to screw Louis. The only question that remained to be answered was whether 
she wanted to screw so badly she would give herself to someone other than 
her father. 

"Sam'll kill them," Martha whispered to him as they moved quietly through 
the woods. 

"I don't think so," Ben answered. "I think Sam's probably too busy to worry 
about what they're doing." 

Then he stopped and halted Martha. They sneaked forward and peered around a 
thickly-branched holly tree. Again, Martha's eyebrows shot up at the sight 
before them. 

Sam was rocking back to sit on his heels as he pulled three of his fingers 
from Karen's wide-open cunt. He lifted the fingers until they were under his 
nose, then sniffed loudly. A moment or so later and he was thrusting the 
fingers into his mouth, licking Karen's cuntal fluids from them. Below him, 
stretched out on her back, Karen writhed sensually as she pumped her hand 
around Sam's cock. "Come on," she urged throatily, "come on, Sam, fuck me." 

"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" Sam chuckled as he reached out and 
tweaked one of her erect nipples. 

Ben sensed Martha trembling beside him. Sssshhhhhh," he whispered as he 
stepped behind her and rested his palms on her shoulders. Martha made no 
move to stop him as he commenced to massage her thin shoulders while 
pressing his loins into her ass. 

"Haven't I always been a hot little bitch?" Karen asked Sam. He chuckled and 
nodded, tweaking her other nipple as he withdrew the fingers from his mouth. 
"Come on and fuck me," Karen implored. 

"How do you want it?" Sam asked, straightening and pulling his cock from her 
hand. Before him, Ben could tell Martha was getting an eyeful of Sam's fully 
exposed cock, for he had felt her stiffen when it had been displayed. 

Actually, it was only the fourth cock Martha had ever seen; and her father's 
had been the third. Harry Branagan's cock had been the first Martha had ever 
handled, but she had watched her young brother masturbate once or twice when 
he'd thought he was alone in the barn. 

Sam's cock was almost as big as her father's, and both were a lot bigger 
than Harry's. But Martha knew her twat would stretch to take either of them 
with ease. 

"You said I was a hot little bitch," Karen was saying to Sam, "how do you 
think I ought to be fucked?" 

He beamed. "Okay, on your elbows and knees then." As Karen scrambled to get 
into position, Ben wondered if Martha was aware of what was going to happen. 
He had no way of knowing that the girls traded around sex-novels and that 
Martha had perused all she could get her hands on. Because Karen was 
screwing regularly, she hadn't brought home any of the books after she'd 
read a couple; she had decided that it was more fun fucking than reading 
about somebody getting fucked, and, if there hadn't been another couple at 
the house, there had usually been her father. None of the girls had ever 
gotten into reading sex-novels for that matter, they had all had active 
sex-lives and hadn't needed anybody else to create sexual fantasies for 
them, if their imaginations hadn't been enough, they had had memories. 

Martha, on the other hand, had reread some of the books two or three times. 
There was even one. She Ate The Whole Team, that Martha had read four times. 
While her experience with sex had been extremely limited, her theoretical 
knowledge of the subject was extensive. Martha not only knew about different 
positions for fucking, she knew about Lesbianism, anal intercourse, and 
spanking as a form of sexual arousal. Not only had she read about them, she 
had fantasized about them while working her fingers into the heated flesh of 
her cunt while twisting and squeezing one of her tits with the other hand. 

In the small clearing, Karen was in position and Sam was getting into place 
behind her. Ben's fingers continued to work on Martha's shoulders as the two 
of them watched Sam take his cock in his hand and put it against Karen's 
twathole. Then his hips thrust forward. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Karen sighed 
lustily as Sam filled her with hot cock. 

Ohhhhhhhh, Martha thought, as her tits began to swell and her pussy started 
itching again. Ben's fingertips working on her bare skin just above the out 
thrusting of her tits wasn't helping her keep herself under control. Martha 
began to wish she had the nerve to reach up and move Ben's hand down to her 
tits. God, do I wish I had that much nerve, Martha exclaimed to herself. I 
want somebody to play with my tits so bad I can taste it. 

Before them, Sam was draping himself over Karen's curved body and reaching 
under her with his hands. Martha could watch as one hand started stroking 
Karen's dangling tits and she realized that the other hand must be caressing 
Karen's clit. 

Ben knew Martha was getting more and more turned on as she watched Sam 
humping his cock into Karen's twat. They could hear the slap-slap of Sam's 
belly as it beat against Karen's wildly gyrating ass. Martha was trembling 
so hard Ben was afraid he was going to have to grab her to keep her on her 
feet. Time to move on, Ben decided. 

He knew he could just find a clear space and seduce Martha right away. All 
the signs were there that she was about to explode with pent-up desire. But 
it had been agreed he would wait until the girl made some overt move to tell 
him she wanted sex with him. 

Touching her on the shoulder, he steered her away from the couple they had 
been watching. As they almost staggered down the trail, Ben could understand 
why Martha was acting as if she were in a daze. While seeing other people 
fuck was nothing novel to him, the idea of peeping at someone who 
was-supposedly-unaware they were being watched was a super turn-on. Ben was 
as excited as Martha. 

I'll bet all I'd have to do would be touch her tit or her cunt and she'd cum 
like crazy, Ben thought as he walked beside Martha. I can have her right 
now, if I want to make the first move. But he restrained himself, for he was 
an honorable man and kept his word when he'd given it and he would wait for 
Martha to make the first move. 

They walked a little farther, but nowhere near long enough for Martha to 
have been able to start cooling down from the two scenes she'd watched and 
been aroused by, when they heard a moan from the other side of a clump of 
bushes. 

Ben pressed against Martha's shoulders and she dropped to her knees 
obediently. She hadn't even needed his urging to get into place to watch 
whoever was on the other side of the bushes. All Martha had needed was the 
knowledge that someone else was having sex and she could watch what they 
were doing. 

As Ben settled himself behind her, he placed one of his knees so that it 
kept hers apart. Martha peered through the lower branches of the bush in 
front of her and almost gasped aloud. 

Not an inch from her face was one of Brenda's feet as it waved about in the 
air. Brenda was flat on her back and her chubby body was covered by Jack 
Hall's. Martha had a perfect view of the short redhead's cunt as Jack sawed 
his big cock in and out of it. 

Jack had been throwing his cock to Brenda hard and fast as Ben and Martha 
started watching, but shortly after they began to spy on him, he began 
pulling his cock out of the writhing teenager with almost exaggerated 
slowness and to run it back into her at the same tempo. Martha bit at her 
lower lip to keep from crying aloud as she watched the eight-inch cock plow 
back and forth in and out of the wet maw of Brenda's hot cunt. 

Martha ran her tongue over her lips and tried to swallow as she watched the 
big cock moving in and out of her friend's red and swollen pussy. She could 
see Brenda's cunt glistening with moisture. It was the first time she'd ever 
had a good look at a cunt and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. 

Ben felt Martha's nails bite into the flesh of his thigh. He slipped his 
arms around her lightly and rested his hand on her heated, 
perspiration-slickened flesh and waited to see what her reaction would be. 

It was almost as if she weren't aware of his touching her. Ben let his hand 
rest a little more assertively on her bare thigh and pressed the other 
tighter to the underside of her pert, high-set tits. All Martha did was 
quiver harder in his embrace. 

Jack started wriggling about as he plugged Brenda's twathole to the hilt 
with his cock. Martha and Ben could hear the squishy sounds emanating from 
the wet quim as Jack ground his loins into it. Brenda's mouth was sealed 
under his so she couldn't cry out, but the way she kicked her feet about 
left no doubt she was enjoying having Jack Hall fucking her. 

Ben began working his fingers idly against Martha's skin, edging one set of 
fingertips closer and closer to the barely covered cunt. Martha's ass 
wriggled harder against his loins as the sensation of having her sensitive 
inner thigh stroked got to her. 

I wonder what she's thinking? Ben asked himself. 

If he'd been able to read Martha's mind, he would have found that she was 
wishing that she were getting fucked by her father. No, she corrected 
herself, I wish I was getting fucked. She wanted her father, but she needed 
a cock. 

Ben felt Martha stiffen and held his hands where they were. Am I going too 
fast for her? he asked himself, not knowing Martha had reacted to her 
realization she was horny, that she wanted to fuck more than she wanted to 
fuck her father. 

Jack was reaching back and catching Brenda's thighs, folding her legs back 
across his body. He shifted his mouth away from the eighteen-year-old 
redhead and she squealed. "OOOOOOHHHHH! Jack! JACK! OH! You fuck so good, 
honey, fuck so good! Give it to me, giveittome, giveittome!" 

I wish somebody was giving it to me, Martha thought. Then she realized she 
could get fucked if she wanted to ask Ben to screw her. She knew he was 
excited from what they'd been watching-she could feel the rigid bar of his 
cock against her ass. If that wasn't enough, there was the sneaky way he'd 
been feeling her up while she was engrossed in what she was watching. 

Behind the bushes, Jack had shifted and commenced to licking at one of 
Brenda's big tits. As his tongue circled over the tan mound, Brenda dug her 
fingers into his arms. "Oh, bite it, Jack, bite it. You know that makes me 
cum like crazy." 

Martha shivered at the lewd words her friend was uttering. But, she also 
knew exactly how Brenda felt. She wanted to be made to cum as much as she'd 
ever wanted anything in her life. 

When he felt Martha's hand worming it's way between them, Ben shifted a 
little in hopes that she were reaching for his cock. To his delight, she 
caught it and pressed her hand firmly to the rigid bar. It was enough 
encouragement for Ben to lift one of his hands and close it over one of her 
out-thrust tits, while the other edged forward and pressed against her 
swollen slit. Eagerly he slipped his fingers under the material at her cunt 
and Martha had to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a cry of delight as 
he dug his fingers into the juicy furrow of her snatch. 

As Ben had expected, his touch made Martha shudder convulsively in his arms. 
He shifted slightly and brought his head forward. As if she knew exactly 
what he wanted, Martha leaned back and turned her head until their lips 
could meet. 

It was a heady kiss, for Martha was obviously not practiced, but the sheer 
eagerness with which she attacked his mouth infused Ben with pleasure. 

Ben squeezed his cock even tighter as her body trembled again. Then, when 
she started to work her fingers into his trunks; Ben broke the kiss. "Let's 
leave," he whispered against her ear. 

Although it was obvious that she didn't want to stop what she was doing with 
him, Martha released him and rose. She and Ben hurried down the path until 
they were a couple of hundred yards away from Jack and Brenda. Then they 
stopped and clinched, kissing each other fiercely while Ben worked his 
fingers against the taut flesh of her firm little ass. 

"How long has all this been going on?" Martha asked as she and Ben broke 
apart. 

"How long has what been going on?" Ben countered. 

"This getting together and you guys going off with somebody else's daughter 
and screwing her?" Martha stated. 

"What makes you think it's happened before?" Ben asked. 

"Oh, you weren't surprised when you took me to where Daddy and Laurie were 
eating each other," Martha said. "And then there was what Brenda said to 
Jack. That he knew something made her cum. The only way he could know was if 
he'd done it before." 

"Got it all figured out, haven't you?" Ben teased as he ran his hands over 
the jutting mounds of her tits. They felt every bit as good as he had 
imagined they would. 

"Not all of it," Martha confessed. "Like I don't know if you-all switch 
around, or whether you would have been with Laurie if I hadn't been here." 

"We switch around," Ben admitted. 

"You still haven't told me how long you've been coming up here and screwing 
each other's daughters," Martha said. 

"We've been coming up here ever since Sam bought the property, which was 
four years ago. We'd been screwing together for two years before that." 

"My God," Martha sighed. "Six years! I can't believe that Brenda's been 
fucking for six years. Why on earth did all this happen?" 

Ben explained to her how the group had been formed, telling her about Deni 
blackmailing Karen into eating her, he and Karen caught in bed by Jack, the 
three of them imitating Deni, then Deni and Karen recruiting Brenda. "All 
the girls had no mother," he concluded. "At least, there was no woman 
present. Karen's mom was in the hospital, Laurie's mom was working and not 
commuting; Deni and Brenda's mothers were dead." 

"But why did you fuck them?" Martha demanded. 

"Because they wanted us to," Ben retorted. "They knew men needed sexual 
release and they decided they'd rather provide it and have us stay home 
nights than they would have us go out looking for somebody who would ball 
us." 

"And how did you happen to decide to get Daddy and I into your little 
group?" Martha asked. 

Ben explained about the conversation he had had with her father and the 
resultant invitation. 

"Well, let's go," Martha said, when he was finished. 

"Go where?" Ben asked, catching her by the waist and pulling her close to 
him. Martha came easily and didn't flinch when he skimmed a hand over her 
body and between her thighs. She pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly 
as she pressed his fingers to her heated snatch, while his other hand traced 
the curves of her ass. Keeping one arm around his neck, she dropped the 
other hand and started rubbing his hard cock once more. 

"Where're we going?" Ben teased as she stepped back from him. 

"It's obvious we're supposed to screw," Martha said. "It ought to be obvious 
that I want to get screwed. So let's find a place where we can do it." 

"I have a place in mind," Ben assured her as she slipped his arm around her 
waist and steered her down the path. I didn't expect you to get as turned-on 
by now as you have, or to be as perceptive as you've been. The place I'm 
thinking of is past where Alex and Deni are. I thought we might end up 
sitting there talking while I seduced you." 

Martha laughed. "Isn't it going to bother you, to see Deni getting fucked, I 
mean?" she asked. 

"It never has before," Ben replied. "I've never been jealous when I saw 
Karen getting screwed by somebody else, either." 

"How about Deni?" Martha questioned. "Does she get jealous when she sees you 
fucking?" 

"Did you get jealous watching Laurie and your father?" Ben countered. 

For a moment, Martha said nothing. Then she answered: "In a way, I did." 

"Well," Ben replied, "I guess the difference between you and Deni is that 
she, like the other girls, have fucked their father-you haven't. 

Martha stopped and stared at him. "Deni and you have fucked?" 

"So have Jack 'n Karen, Sam 'n Laurie, Alex 'n Brenda. What do you think we 
did, have orgies every night?" They walked along with Ben explaining a 
little more of how things were handled. Then, suddenly, he paused. "Quiet," 
he whispered, "they're just ahead." 

They dropped to their bellies and crawled up to where they could look over 
the crest of a ridge. There was Alex on his back, with Deni curled over him. 
Ben smiled as he saw that they were positioned in such a way as to display 
their sexual union. He dug his fingers into Martha's saucy ass as he watched 
Deni working her cunt over Alex's cock. 

Martha was interested, he could tell, but she was also getting hornier by 
the minute. Just then, Deni sat up and commenced to lift and lower herself 
over Alex's straining cock. The shaft would come into view, glistening with 
Deni's moisture, then it would disappear as the brunette squirmed her twat 
down around it. 

Deni arched her back and moaned as she twisted her hips about over Alex's 
loins. He had his hands on her tits and was pinching her nipples as she 
jounced up and down over his cock. 

Ben eased his hand into the bottom of Martha's bikini and she ground her ass 
into his loins as he started stroking her wet cuntal furrow. His other hand 
circled her tits once more and he felt her press her ass harder against him. 
It was unmistakably a signal that she had seen enough. 

Still, before they could move away, the tableau before them changed again. 
Deni dropped back down and leaned forward until one of her tits was hanging 
over Alex's mouth. As he seized on it and sucked, he ran one of his hands 
down Deni's side and over the jaunty curve of her ass. Then, to Ben's 
delight, Alex ran a finger into Deni's asshole. 

Martha staggered back a step and almost ran, so eager was she to get to 
somewhere where she could relieve the desire building within her. After 
admiring her ass a moment, Ben caught up with her and led her towards the 
glade he had selected for her first fuck of the afternoon. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As she walked through the woods with Ben Lewis' arm around her trim waist, 
his fingers resting against the naked part of her ass, Martha was smiling. 
In a few minutes she was going to get fucked. 

No, she corrected herself, I'm going to be fucking. Ben's not going to be 
doing things TO me, he's going to be doing things WITH me. For Martha knew 
she was as anxious to have sex as Ben was. She wanted his mouth to work upon 
hers and her tits, she wanted him to caress her tits and pussy. Most of all, 
she wanted him to stick his cock in her twat and ride it there until they 
both came and came hard. 

But, she asked herself, what if he wants me to suck his cock? 

I'll suck it, she decided. If Laurie and Brenda and the rest of them can 
stand to suck cocks, I can, too. I won't even mind if he shoots his stuff in 
my mouth. And I'll let him lick me between the legs, if he tries to. 

She looked sideways at the man who was going to be fucking her before too 
much more time went past. He was handsome, as she had noted, and his cock 
seemed big. 

I'm glad he drew the short straw, Martha told herself. Somehow she sensed 
Ben would be a good lover. Not that she had any idea that any of the other 
men wouldn't be able to give her a good fuck. But she seemed to feel she 
knew Doc Lewis better than she did any of the other men. Sam probably 
remembered her as a girl who'd had braces and pigtails. Alex she had met 
only once, and she'd never talked to Karen's father before that morning. So 
she was glad Ben was going to be the man to get into her pants. 

Almost first. She had almost forgotten the one time she had been fucked. She 
had been so excited about the idea of giving herself to Ben Lewis she had 
almost forgotten it wasn't a wholly virginal body he was getting. 

They walked along and her mind went back to that day a month earlier when 
she had lost her cherry ... 

* * * 

Martha opened her eyes, sat up and stretched. Her pert tits stood out 
proudly from her chest as she pulled her arms and shoulders back and she 
looked down on them with pleased surprise. For years she had had practically 
nothing in front and then, suddenly over the winter, she had grown a nice 
set of tits. Not big ones, but still nice and springy under her hands. She 
cupped the solid mounds and jiggled them, then brushed her fingers over her 
rising nipples. A shiver coursed through her and she considered 
masturbating. 

She didn't consider it for long. It was Saturday and it was warm outside. 
Spring had finally arrived with a vengeance. Martha hopped from her bed and 
stretched again, grinning at the sight of her nakedness in the full-length 
mirror. 

Martha wriggled into a pair of bikini panties and wondered what to wear. 
Then the answer struck her. Grinning even more broadly, she opened a drawer 
and took out a halter she had made months ago. She slipped her arms through 
its side holes and dropped the hoop over her head, then drew the cups over 
her tits and fastened the two buttons in her cleavage. As she had expected, 
the halter was too small for her now and she decided the way she spilled out 
of it was exactly how she wanted to look. In the halter, she looked like a 
ripe fruit, and that was how she felt-ripe and full of hot juices just 
waiting for the pressure of a mouth to be released. 

She took an old pair of jeans and hacked the legs off high, then slipped 
into the abbreviated shorts. Shit, she thought as she pulled the shorts up 
around her hips, I've cut them off too much. A quarter-inch of panties was 
visible below each side of the shorts. I'll have to cut-off another pair, 
she told herself. Or take off your panties and wear these, she answered. 

The choice wasn't hard to make. Off came the shorts and panties, back on 
went the cut-offs. Martha turned and looked over her shoulder. A good inch 
of each of her asscheeks was exposed below the line of her new shorts. 
"Dyno-mite!" she breathed as she surveyed herself. "Sexy! Sexy! Sexy!" 

Dashing downstairs, Martha grabbed a couple of doughnuts and a banana. 
Cramming them into her mouth, she poured a glass of milk and drained it, 
then went outside. Both cars were gone. Her dad was out at Wolfeson's farm, 
she remembered. And the absence of the other car meant her little brother 
and sister had gone somewhere. Little brother and sister were sixteen and a 
half and fifteen respectively, but Martha still thought of them as kids. 

Well, shit, she thought. She wanted to go into town and the only way she 
could get there now was to walk or ride her bike. It would have to be the 
bike. She pulled it out of the storage shed, called through the window to 
her mother to tell her she was going and started off. 

When she got to town, she locked the bike onto a rack and began hunting for 
some of the kids. To her disgust, there was no one around she knew. Even 
Sam's Diner was closed, something she had never heard of on a Saturday. 

Finally, she wandered into the drugstore. At least Karen was working. "Where 
is everybody?" she asked, as she perched on a stool. 

"Tri-county Olympics," Karen replied. 

"Oh, shit," Martha said, "I was gonna go to that. I knew I wanted to get up 
early for some reason, but I went back to sleep." 

"You've done enough for the school," Karen assured her. During the past two 
years, Martha had been the star on the girls' basketball team and they had 
gotten to the quarterfinals in the state tournament twice. They had been the 
only small-town team to make it, and the team that had beaten them had been 
the state champs. Both teams had had easier times beating the opponent in 
the finals than they had with McGiven's Corner's team. 

Martha hung around the drugstore for about an hour. That was one of the nice 
things about Doc Lewis; he didn't mind if people hung around stretching a 
soda and reading the magazines. It was only if they got crowded that he or 
Karen would suggest some of the kids leave so paying customers could sit 
down. And since the counter was pretty long, it was unusual for them to have 
to run all the loafers away. 

After Martha had been in the drugstore for awhile talking to Karen, some guy 
came in and Martha almost creamed her jeans. He was about the most handsome 
guy she had ever seen in her life. As if it were almost a mystical 
experience, Martha knew he was going to be the guy who changed her from a 
girl to a woman. Her breath got short and she could feel his gaze being 
drawn to her heaving tits. Knowing he was studying her tits made the nipples 
rise and push against the thin fabric of the halter. She swung her legs out 
in front of her, knowing it would draw his gaze to them and thence up to her 
hips and the abbreviated shorts. Martha knew he wasn't having any trouble 
imagining her in the nude. 

"I thought everybody had gone to the games," he said to Martha. "I 
overslept," she explained. "How come you're not there?" 

"I don't like those kind of games," he answered, his eyes traveling over her 
scantily clad body leaving no doubt what sort of game he liked. 

Karen served him a cola and moved to the other end of the lunch counter to 
wait on a couple of ladies. "What kind of games do you go for?" he asked 
Martha, his eyes still running over her near-naked body. 

"I haven't had much experience with games," Martha answered. Don't let him 
think I'd be a waste of time because I don't know anything, Martha prayed. 
"I spend most of my time helping my dad with the animals." 

"Oh, yeah. You're the vet's daughter," the boy exclaimed. "I don't know 
nothing about animals. We always lived in town, and we moved so much I never 
had a pet. I guess they're okay, though. If I got to be around animals, I 
bet I'd like them." 

"Want to come out to the house and see some?" Martha invited, her heart 
beating faster. "We've got two or three sort of rare ones there now." (What 
they really had was a boa constrictor, a western cow pony and couple of 
wolfhounds. Martha thought they ought to be exotic enough for somebody who 
didn't know much about animals.) 

"Sure," he agreed, finishing his cola. "I can follow you out, I guess." 

"I ... I'm on my bike," Martha spluttered, sure he was going to think she 
was too young for him. But he didn't seem to mind, he merely suggested 
putting the bike in the back of his car. It was soon done and they were on 
their way out of town. 

Harry, as he'd introduced himself, seemed too good to be true to Martha. He 
not only ran his eyes over her often, he seemed to like what he saw. Martha 
wasn't used to guys thinking she was attractive and the interest Harry 
showed in her was enough to turn her head. 

After they'd unloaded the bike and looked at the pony, who had come on cue 
and eaten carrots from their hands, they wandered into the old barn that had 
been converted into an animal hospital and boarding kennel. Harry made all 
the proper responses, playing with the dogs and cats a little and letting 
the snake circle his arm. Then he nodded toward a ladder. "What's up there?" 

"A hayloft," Martha answered. "During the winter, we board horses for five 
or six people." 

"A real hayloft," Harry exclaimed. "I don't think I really believed they 
existed anymore." 

"Oh, it exists," Martha assured him. "With real hay in it and everything." 

"Let's go up," Harry suggested. "Come on," he urged, reaching out his hand 
to her. Martha didn't think much of climbing into the loft until she 
realized they'd be alone up there and it was dark. Maybe he'll think it's 
romantic, she told herself as she started up the ladder. Harry came right 
behind her, so close that she could feel his breath high on her thighs as he 
exhaled. 

She reached the top of the ladder and hesitated a moment. Then she felt his 
hand on her bottom, on the bare flesh of her ass, as he pushed at her, 
urging her to venture into the dimness of the room. 

Martha turned and sat on the dusty floor of the loft. As Harry climbed the 
ladder, his sides brushed her inner thighs and his body slid over hers. His 
mouth grew closer and closer to hers, until he was standing on the bar that 
put him snugly against her. 

One of his hands cupped her chin and tilted her head back a little, until he 
could look down at her. "Are you playing games with me?" he asked, his voice 
husky. 

"No," she whispered. She wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but it 
wasn't playing. Harry stared at her for a moment, as if considering her. 
Martha ran the tip of her tongue over her dry lips and returned his stare. 

After what seemed to her to be the longest time, his mouth began to descend 
on hers. She gave a delighted squeal and threw her arms around him as his 
lips pressed to hers. 

Her lips were parted and the pressure he applied to them with his own lips 
kept them that way. She felt his tongue slither across her lips and 
shivered, then darted her tongue forward to touch his. An electric current 
coursed through her and she hugged him tighter as his tongue dipped into her 
mouth and traveled over her slimmer tongue. 

Martha's knees swung toward each other until her thighs were pressing hard 
to his sides. He put his free hand at the small of her back and pressed 
himself to her, his loins snug against her barely covered pudendum. His lips 
twisted and moved against hers and his tongue foraged in her mouth in a way 
that soon had her feeling giddy. I'll let him do anything he wants, the 
horny teenager thought as she squirmed against him. 

Since she wasn't resisting his kiss, he didn't need to keep his hand on her 
chin. He let his fingers trail down her body, moving them matter-of-factly 
over the pert curve of her tit and across her bare belly. After sliding his 
hand over the slight curve of her hip, he brushed his fingers across her 
thigh until he was cupping it. Then he lifted her leg, hooking it over his 
hip. His fingers slid down her thigh and commenced to massage the crescent 
of naked flesh beneath the back of her shorts. Her cunt pressed against the 
rigid bar of his cock and Martha could feel herself growing wet and itchy as 
his tongue continued to delve into her mouth. Ohhhhh, the bemused girl 
thought, I want him to do EVERYTHING to me. 

Both of his hands were at her waist and he was urging her to move back into 
the hayloft. Reluctantly she broke the kiss and started to rise. 

As her tits came level with his head, he caught her around the waist and 
nuzzled his face between the two warm mounds. His tongue delved into her 
cleavage and Martha suddenly felt weak. Her legs trembled and she dug her 
nails into his arms. 

He released her and she got to her feet on the loft floor. As she staggered 
backward, Harry came into the loft and caught her by the wrist. "Come here," 
he growled, tugging at her. 

She let him draw her up until they were pressed together from knee to mouth. 
His hands cupped her trim ass cheeks and dug into the resilient flesh as she 
thrust her tongue forward and allowed him to suck on it. Her tits felt 
heavier than she could remember and the nipples ached they were so strained. 

They started shuffling sideways, until they reached a pile of hay left from 
the winter. Without being really conscious of what she was doing, Martha 
allowed herself to be maneuvered until she was reclining on the soft pile. 
Harry was atop her, his firm body pressing to hers as he continued to excite 
her with the play of his tongue against hers and the movement of his hips 
against hers. 

His hands were still cupping the saucy mounds of her ass. As he kneaded the 
taut flesh, he caused Martha's pussy to move up and down against the rigid 
bar of his cock. The teenager was beside herself with passion and she ran 
her hands up and down Harry's broad back as he continued to move his lips 
upon hers. 

When her legs locked around him, pressing his hard cock more firmly to her 
wet slit, Harry brought his hands away from her ass and dragged them up her 
sides. He lifted himself somewhat and brought his hands between their 
bodies, closing them over her swollen tits immediately. 

Another girl might have resented the speed with which he was progressing, 
but that girl probably would have had some dating experience. Martha's was 
almost nonexistent, and the idea that a male, particularly a handsome one, 
was paying attention to her was more than she could cope with. 

He moved her tits around on her chest, his fingers working demandingly on 
the resilient flesh of the pert mounds. Martha made no move to stop him 
until he tried pushing his hand into the halter. Then she merely pushed his 
hands away, moved one of her hands between them and undid the two buttons 
that held the halter together. 

Harry lifted his mouth from hers to stare at her naked tits. Martha watched 
through slitted eyes as he licked his lips and squeezed the bare flesh he 
had uncovered by flipping the cups of her halter away from her proud tits. 

His fingers caught her nipples and tugged at them and Martha's hips surged 
upward as she started cumming. Harry rolled the hard nipples about and 
ground his encased cock against the puffy lips of her pussy, making Martha's 
cum even better. 

She caught at his T-shirt and yanked it up, baring his torso as he continued 
to caress her naked tits. He lifted each hand in turn to aid her in removing 
the T-shirt, then rested upon her once more, his bare chest flattening her 
pert tits somewhat as he began rotating his pelvis against hers, rekindling 
the flames of lust within her virginal cunt. 

When her legs started to rise to tighten around him once more, he shifted 
and came up on his elbows and knees. One of his hands continued to chase 
around her heaving tits and his mouth began licking and kissing at her 
shoulders and throat, working toward the taut hillocks of her breasts. The 
other hand slithered down her writhing body until it was on the tender inner 
surface of one of her long thighs. 

Martha sighed and urged his mouth further over the conical mound of her 
tits. As he slashed his tongue across her erect nipple, she moaned with 
pleasure and dug her nails into his hard biceps. Harry dragged his 
fingertips higher on her thigh. 

The sensations he had already produced within her dimmed to almost 
nothingness when compared to the sensations she felt as his fingers pried at 
the damp cloth covering her crotch. As she felt his fingers nudging her 
swollen pussy lips, Martha began to gasp and squirm in his embrace. 

After far too short a time, Harry pulled his fingers away from her heated 
snatch. But his fingers didn't stay gone from it for long. Expertly, Harry 
opened her cut-offs and inserted his hand into her cunt from above. Martha 
spread her legs as far apart as she could get them and sighed as he stroked 
the slippery furrow of her snatch. 

Again he moved his hands from her cunt. This time he caught the top of her 
shorts. Immediately, Martha lifted her ass into the air in an invitation to 
him to remove her last garment. Harry was quick to drag the abbreviated 
shorts down to her knees and Martha kicked them the rest of the way off. 

Even as she was ridding herself of her shorts, he was undoing his trousers 
and pushing them down his hips. Martha gave a gasp of delight as his rigid 
cock sprang into view. Eagerly the teenager grabbed the stiff rod and 
stroked it as she watched him wriggle out of his trousers. 

He shifted around a little as she stripped and he came to rest in a position 
that had his cockhead just inches away from her lips. Harry reached out both 
hands, pressing one over her cunt and slipping the other under her neck. As 
he lifted her head and brought her mouth closer to his shiny cockhead, he 
ground the heel of his hand against her swollen clit and pushed a finger 
into the still tight tunnel of her twat. 

Any hesitation that Martha might have had about using her mouth on his cock 
disappeared as he started to finger fuck her in earnest. She stuck out her 
tongue and licked at the head of his cock, inhaling the musky fragrance of 
his loins as she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock. 

Martha hitched herself up and circled his waist with one arm as she licked 
greedily at the rigid bar of his cock. He was still massaging her snatch and 
frigging her as she swiped her tongue along the sensitive under side of his 
cock. 

It was the lewdest thing she had ever done, licking a guy's cock. But Martha 
was too far gone to think about anything but the fact she was naked, with a 
man who was naked, and both of them were aware they were going to fuck 
before much more time went by. 

For a moment after Martha slipped her mouth around the bulbous head of his 
cock, he thought about having her bring him off with her mouth. He sensed 
she would be easy to persuade to do so. But his exploring fingers detected 
her hymen, and he gave a sudden lurch that drove his cock a little deeper 
into her wantonly sucking mouth. Jesus, he thought, she's cherry. 

He pulled his cock free from her mouth and settled her back on the pile of 
straw. Quickly he was atop her once more, his hips holding her legs apart. 
The slippery head of his cock rode up and down the slick furrow of her cunt. 

He's going to fuck me, Martha thought with delight. She felt the mushroomy 
head of his cock settle against the dilated opening of her twat and hunched 
her trim ass upward in an effort to get him inside of her where she felt so 
empty. 

For a second, time froze. Then his cock was knifing into her, driving deep 
and hard into the tight tunnel of her vagina. She gave a cry that was more 
of pain than passion, but he ignored her, dragging his cock almost out of 
her twat, then he rammed it inward. 

Once more pain shot through her, but it was considerably less the second 
time and a sense of pleasure was creeping into her awareness along with the 
hurt. Once more he withdrew and thrust his cock into her, tearing the last 
shreds of her maidenhead away in the process. Martha clung to him and worked 
her hips as best she could in answer to the demanding thrusts of his hips. 
As he worked his turgid cock in and out of her painfully stretched twat, the 
pleasure grew faster and the pain receded. By the end of his fourth or fifth 
stroke into her, she was over the discomfort and was responding to his 
fucking as eagerly as she'd responded to everything else he had done to her. 

Her head was reeling and there was a roaring in her ears. She beat a tattoo 
on the hay with her trim ass as she humped her cunt up to meet his downward 
thrusts. "God, God, GOOOOOOODDDDDDD!" she cried as his hammering cock 
brought her off once more, making her cuntal muscles pulsate around his 
cock. 

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Martha screamed as she felt his hot jism spurting into her 
twat. She clawed at him in her lust as she bounced her hips up and down in 
an effort to get him to continue throwing his cock to her. 

Unfortunately, her father had arrived home just in time to hear her cries. 
Investigating, he had discovered Harry fucking her, and an ugly scene had 
followed, with Harry accusing her father of wanting her for himself. Even as 
she'd lain in the hay, her hands trying to shield herself, Martha had 
realized that Harry was closer to the truth of the matter than he realized: 
It wasn't that her father wanted to screw her, it was that she wanted him to 
screw her! And, she resolved, somehow I'll get him to do it to me. Somehow 
I'll get him to fuck me. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Martha chuckled aloud as she thought: How ridiculous, here I am about to get 
fucked and I'm thinking of the past instead of anticipating what's going to 
happen. 

She felt Ben's arm tighten around her as he chuckled and she turned her head 
to look at him. He was a handsome man, despite being in his mid-40s. His age 
wasn't a handicap so far as the girl was concerned, for she thought mature 
men were more interesting. Furthermore, she had spent a lot of time with her 
father and was more at ease with men his age than she was with boys like 
Harry. 

"How much farther?" she asked Ben as they strolled through the woods. 

"We're almost there," Ben replied. Then he stopped and stepped onto a fallen 
tree. Reaching out his hand, he helped her up onto the trunk with him. The 
tree lay behind a holly and they moved along the trunk, edging around the 
prickly leaves of the other tree. 

"Ohhhh," Martha exclaimed as she saw where Ben was leading her. Behind the 
holly and the fallen tree was a glade carpeted with soft moss and completely 
hidden from anyone who might pass by. Even the sides of the glade offered no 
vantage point, for there were a number of trees whose branches hung over the 
depression. It was a perfect spot for them to make it the first time. Martha 
knew she would be fucking in full view of others if she and her father 
continued meeting the rest of the group, but she wanted to get used to 
fucking before that happened-although she wouldn't have let the presence of 
others stop her from getting screwed. 

Ben hopped down from the trunk and caught her around the hips, lifting her 
and swinging her through the air to set her on her feet. His hands stayed at 
her waist and she slid her arms around his neck as she pressed herself to 
him and rose on tip toes to seek his mouth with hers. 

As they kissed, Ben's hand shifted from her tiny waist to the rounded mounds 
of her ass. Her bikini bottom left most of her asscheeks exposed and his 
fingers kneaded her bare ass as he ran his tongue across her lips until she 
thrust her own tongue forward. 

He beat his tongue against hers as she pressed her trim body to him. She 
could feel the heat from his cock radiating through his swim trunks and the 
briefness of her bikini bottom. God, she thought, but I want that thing in 
me. 

Already, her body was preparing to receive the big cock. The sexual action 
she had witnessed the others indulging in, plus her memories of getting 
screwed, had aroused her almost as much as a man's caressing her body would 
have done. Her saucy tits felt too big for her bikini bra, and her pussy was 
already wet and hot with desire. Ben could have stretched her out, removed 
her minimal covering and screwed her immediately and she would have accepted 
it without protest. 

Ben wormed the fingers of one hand into the bikini bottom and rubbed the 
tips along the bottom of Martha's rear cleavage. The nubile mulatto 
shuddered as she introduced her to new sensations and her flat belly rotated 
against his as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and back. 
She had never expected her bottom to be so receptive to a man's caresses. 

As one of his hands explored the smooth roundness of her ass and the 
mysteries of the deep crack between the firm cheeks, his other hand slid up 
her back. A moment later and Martha felt the bikini bra go loose as Ben 
undid the knots of the strap across her back. She shifted a little, making 
it possible for him to pull the minuscule bits of cloth away from her 
sharp-pointed tits. As he pulled the tiny halter higher, they had to break 
the union of their lips. 

Not that Martha cared. He was undressing her, which was more exciting than 
kissing her. He got the bikini bra out of the way and feasted his eyes on 
her tits. As he ran his eyes over them, Martha drew back her shoulders to 
make the twin projectiles stick out even more spectacularly. "God, they're 
beautiful," Ben whispered. 

Martha's insides seemed to melt at his words. She had been afraid that he 
wouldn't like her tits, since they were the smallest of any of the girls'. 
Even Karen, whose tits were no larger than hers, seemed to have more because 
she was shorter and that made her tits seem proportionately larger. Ben 
reached out his hands and placed the palms against the jutting little 
mounds, then circled his hands about, drawing her aching nipples into 
further erectness. 

Martha wanted to be completely naked before him. She caught the bikini 
bottom and shoved it savagely down from her slim hips. Halfway to her knees, 
gravity took over and the tiny garment fell to her feet. Quickly, she 
stepped out of them and posed wantonly before the older man, letting him get 
a good look at her nubile body. 

Her skin was the color of peanut butter or caramels, her hair the red of 
rusty iron, her nipples and cuntflesh the red of foxes. Her tits hung firmly 
with the areola low and larger than those of the other girls. On the other 
hand, her ass was higher and more compact than any Ben was used to. The way 
it felt under the pressure of his fingers was unfamiliar with more than 
newness. Even after he had familiarized himself with the feel of her ass he 
would be able to recognize it through the differences alone, while he wasn't 
able to differentiate between Deni and Karen's asses by touch alone. 

Lifting her hands above her head, she pirouetted about, giving him a good 
look at all of her nakedness. Again, Ben was struck by the sexiness of the 
tufts of hair growing in her armpits. None of the other girls ever had more 
than a stubble there and Ben was of the opinion that Martha was, somehow, 
more sensual because she allowed all of her body-hair to grow naturally. 

He reached for her, catching her by the wrist and drawing her to him. She 
came swiftly, almost throwing her body against his. As his mouth descended 
on hers, she pressed herself to his trim body and rubbed her entire form 
against his. Her mouth was open and waiting for his tongue as their lips 
met. 

Ben cupped her trim little ass in his hands and pressed her flat belly 
tightly to his as he plunged his tongue into her hot mouth. Martha sucked 
greedily on his tongue as she ran her hands up and down his back while 
wriggling her shoulders to make the hard tops of her tits scoot across this 
chest. 

He worked one of his hands into the crack of her ass, then slid the 
fingertips down until he was caressing her cunt from behind. Martha moaned 
aloud against his ravenous mouth as he traced his fingertip up and down the 
slickened surface of her cuntal furrow, nudging her swollen clit 
occasionally. 

God, he's getting me sooo hot, Martha thought. Her pussy was dripping fluid 
and the inner surfaces of her thighs were wet from the juices that had 
poured from her heated twat. Martha was on the verge of cumming and she 
shuddered as she realized in a matter of moments he would be bringing her 
off with his expert fingers. 

However, she had reckoned without taking into account the fact that Ben 
could recognize the signs of her incipient cum. And she hadn't taken into 
account the fact he knew the longer a girl was stimulated without being 
allowed to cum, the harder she would cum when finally brought to a climax. 

Lifting his mouth from hers, he ducked his head and commenced to rain kisses 
across her pert little tits. "OOOOOOOHHH!" Martha squealed as he licked and 
kissed and sucked at her heaving tits. He continued to fondle her quivering 
ass, but his fingers abandoned her cunt for a moment. 

One of his hands trailed around her trembling body and cupped one of her 
tits, lifting it until he could slide his tongue across the turreted tip. 

"Ahhhhh," Martha sighed as he commenced to suck greedily at her tit. Her 
awareness shifted from the terrible hot itching in her pussy to the 
sensations now coursing through her tit. Harry had used his mouth on her 
tits but it hadn't felt as good as it was feeling now with Ben mouthing 
them. 

With her tit in his mouth, he didn't need to hold the compact mound. His 
hand shifted to her other tit and the fingertips dug into the resilient 
flesh. His other hand was still kneading the flesh of her ass, dipping 
occasionally into the deep cleavage between the taut mounds or crawling over 
the highset hemispheres. 

It was getting harder and harder for Martha to remain upright. Her knees 
were watery and her legs shook. She raked her nails down Ben's back as he 
drew the rest of her tit into his mouth and beat his tongue against her 
swollen nipple. "OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she squealed as she shuddered and fought to 
keep from collapsing in a heap. 

Sensing how weak she was, Ben began lowering her to the ground. It didn't 
take long for him to have her stretched out on the soft mosses. He knelt 
between her open thighs, his mouth still working on her tit, his hand still 
squeezing and fondling the other pert hillock. But as he continued to excite 
her heaving tits, he moved the other hand from under her and started moving 
his fingers up and down the wet surface of her inner thigh. 

He let the wet tit slip from his mouth and shifted his lips to the other 
tit. Now he nibbled and licked as he moved his mouth around the pert mound. 
On her thigh, the hand grew closer and closer to the hair-framed wetness of 
her cunt. 

"Ben," she moaned, "get undressed now. I want to see your cock, see that 
wonderful thing you're going to stick in me." 

He hopped to his feet and shoved his trunks off. His cock jutted out from 
his loins and Martha's head reeled as she saw just how big it was. Ohhhhhhh, 
she thought, it'll stretch my insides something fierce. But, she knew she 
would be able to accommodate the stiff pecker into her twat, that she would 
accommodate it and love the feeling of her twat stretched and stuffed by the 
bigness of Ben Lewis' cock. If Karen could take that thing into her when she 
was only twelve, I can certainly take it now, she told herself. 

Her hands reached out and closed around the solid bar of his cock as soon as 
he was back on his knees. Even with both of her hands fisted around the 
shaft of his cock, the red glands still extended beyond the enclosure. 
Martha licked her suddenly dry lips and stared up at Ben as she caressed her 
heaving tits once more. I'll go crazy if I don't get fucked in a hurry, she 
told herself and she tried the convey the urgency she felt by pumping her 
hand around his hard cock. 

"You want it, don't you?" he teased, for she was sure he was aware of just 
how badly she did want his cock. 

"Yessssssss," she hissed as she moved her feet away from each other, opening 
her cunt even more to his gaze and touch. "Come on, Ben, put it in me. Put 
it in and screw me as hard as you can. I ... I need to get fucked, Ben." 

For a moment, she thought he was going to refuse, that he was figuring on 
taking more time playing with her. "You ... you can do anything else you 
want later," she promised him. "I'll let you put it in my mouth; or put your 
mouth on me if you want. But I've got to get fucked now. I've got to!" 

He stretched himself out above her, holding his body off of hers with his 
knees and elbows. His cock angled down to touch her pussy and she leaped as 
an electric current seemed to shoot through her. "Yesssssss," she hissed as 
she threw her arms around him and tried to hug him tightly to her writhing 
body. 

Again, he tormented her. He used one hand to steer the spongy head of his 
big cock up and down the spread furrow of her cunt. When he nudged her clit 
with the glands of his cock, she gave a shrill cry and kicked her feet about 
in the air, much the way she had seen Brenda doing as she'd been screwed by 
Jack Hill's cock. 

"Please," Martha whimpered, "please." 

That seemed to make him have pity on her. He guided the head of his cock to 
the dilated opening of her twat and pushed his hips forward. Martha sobbed 
with pleasure as she felt the spongy head of his cock slip into her tight 
cuntal cranny. 

Once he was securely lodged in her twat, Ben adjusted himself until he was 
lying atop her. Their mouths met in a torrid kiss and Martha writhed beneath 
him as she tried to get more of his big cock into her aching twat. 

Ham it into me, she pleaded silently, fuck me as hard as you can. But, 
although she twisted her hips about erotically and dug her nails into the 
solid muscles of his ass, he pushed the cock in slowly, giving her no more 
than a half-inch with each lazy trust of his hips. Martha sobbed against his 
mouth and heaved her trim ass up in an attempt to get more of the big cock 
buried in her heated vagina. 

Ben's hands slipped under her and cupped the trim mounds of her ass as he 
pushed farther and farther into the tight, clinging tunnel of her twat. Each 
time he pulled back, she thought he was going to withdraw completely, but, 
always at the last moment, he reversed his direction and sent the massive 
prick back into her body. Her belly rippled and she shuddered under him as 
he fucked her skillfully, forcing her to contemplate the rhythm with which 
he was giving her his cock. 

Her twat was getting wetter and hotter by the second. Already, the crack of 
her ass was slippery with her juices. He began to move his cock a little 
faster as he rode it in and out of her hot, clinging pussy. Martha twisted 
about under him, moving her tits about on his chest as she lifted her legs 
and crossed them over the small of his back, driving him deeper into her 
vaginal tube. 

When his cum-filled balls slapped at her ass, she sensed he was going to 
start screwing her harder and she was correct. His cock moved faster and 
more forcefully as he sawed it in and out of her twat and she thrust her 
tongue deep into his mouth as her ass started beating the ground in 
counterpoint to his thrusts. 

God, this is soooooo gooddddddd, Martha thought as she felt herself drawing 
near to a cum. Then he ground his loins to her completely open pussy and she 
shuddered as her vaginal muscles began convulsing around his prick. 

"HHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as she twisted her mouth from under 
his. He began ramming his cock into her with much greater speed and force 
and the excited teenager realized he was going to make her cum again before 
long. 

Her pussy walls clung to his cock like a glove as he fucked her steadily, 
his balls slapping her ass each time he drove the massive cock into her. 
Their bodies were wet with perspiration and their breath was labored as they 
humped their hips together and screwed each other as hard as they could. 

Then he froze with his cock embedded in her twat to the hilt. Martha felt 
his cock expanding and was bewildered for a moment until she felt the first 
hot gob of jism spurt into her twat. It was enough to set her off once more 
and she clawed at his back as he shot gob after gob of jism into her. Her 
fluids mixed with his arid gushed out of her tightly packed twat to trickle 
down the crack of her ass and coat his balls. 

"Jesus," Ben sighed as he rolled away from her. She turned and pressed 
herself to him, rubbing her trim body to his as she rained kisses over his 
face. "I hope Daddy starts coming around regularly," she whispered. "I know 
I want your cock in me again." 

"I want to put it in you again," Ben assured her. She ran her hand over the 
sticky cock, massaged it until it was erect once more. "Not now, baby," Ben 
whispered. "We have to go back to the others. Somebody else is supposed to 
screw you today, too." 

But though she pleaded with him to, he wouldn't tell her who her next fuck 
was going to be with. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The other four couples had regrouped at the cove by the time Martha and Ben 
returned to it. Although all of them were wondering if the delayed absence 
of the other two meant they had been screwing, no one had gone to hunt for 
the young mulatto and the druggist. Brenda had suggested doing so, but no 
one else had been interested enough and she hadn't felt like wandering away 
by herself for fear the rest of them would get into something without her. 

It was Brenda who saw the missing couple approaching the cove. She hopped to 
her feet and sped towards them, for the fact that Martha was carrying her 
bikini was enough to convince the chubby redhead Ben had been successful in 
his attempt to fuck the tall, brown skinned girl. 

"How was it?" Brenda asked as she hugged her friend. 

"Just great," Martha answered, smiling at Ben as she slipped her hand into 
his. Her other arm hugged Brenda for a moment, then she asked: "How come you 
never told me about this?" 

"Couldn't," Brenda mumbled. "It's a rule we have. Nobody new finds out about 
the group without the group wanting them to know. You can understand, can't 
you? I mean, if I'd told you and you had told your father, he could have 
thought it was terrible and gotten us all in a lot of trouble." 

"You could've told me not to say anything to Daddy and I wouldn't have," 
Martha protested. 

"Would you have had sex with another girl?" Ben asked. 

Martha stopped dead in her tracks. "With another girl?" she repeated, her 
eyes going wide as she stared at her chubby friend. 

Even through her tan, Brenda's blush was completely visible. "Well if it was 
just you who joined, there'd either be a girl left out, or two girls and a 
man would have to get together. All us girls have done it to each other when 
two of us were with a guy, but could you do that?" 

The mulatto girl looked bewildered. "If two of you were with one guy, that'd 
leave three guys and two girls. What'd they do?" 

"Oh," Brenda explained as if the answer were perfectly obvious. "One girl 
took on two guys at once." 

There was an audible gulp from Martha as she digested that bit of news and 
she looked at the other girls with renewed respect. Who would think it of 
any of them? she asked herself. I never would have imagined that any of them 
was screwing her father, or doing things with another girl, or fucking two 
guys at the same time. 

"How about it?" Brenda insisted, as she and Martha dropped back a little and 
walked slower than Ben. "Could you do it with another girl? Could you take 
on two men at once?" 

"I don't know," Martha admitted. "I guess I'll be finding out if we keep 
coming around. And I hope we do keep coming around. 

"Why?" she asked suddenly. "Are you suggesting that you and I ...?" 

"Not really," Brenda assured her. "Oh, I would," she hastened to add. "I 
don't mind eating another girl's pussy. And, if you close your eyes, you 
can't tell who's eating you. But I like fucking better than I do fooling 
around with another girl. We all do," she added, giving Laurie the benefit 
of the doubt, since the older girl's preference for other women hadn't been 
evidenced in the group setting. 

"That's good," Martha answered. "I guess I'll find out if I can do it to a 
girl, but I'd rather get fucked by all the guys here before I turn to any of 
the other girls." 

"Well," Brenda said, "You better hope nobody mentions it was my birthday the 
first of the week then. See, we have this thing that whenever a member has a 
birthday, everybody else kisses them. We might not do it today because you 
and your dad are here. But my dad might mention it just to see what you do." 

"Oh, I could kiss you," Martha assured her short, chubby friend. 

Brenda gave her a funny look. "I'm not talking about a kiss on the mouth," 
she finally said and it was Martha's turn to blush. 

"Don't worry," Brenda said, taking the other girl's hand and squeezing it. 
"If my dad suggests it, I'll say you and your dad don't count as members 
yet, because you haven't screwed each other yet. You haven't fucked your 
dad, have you?" she suddenly asked. 

"No," Martha admitted. "But I want him to fuck me," she confessed. 

Just then the two girls reached the others. Everyone else had a fresh glass 
of beer and Martha and Brenda filled theirs. 

"To our newest members!!" Karen suggested, raising her glass. There were 
cheers and everyone but Louis and Martha drank. 

Brenda could see that her father was about to say something but she 
forestalled what she was sure he was going to suggest by saying: "Let's hope 
they become full members by the next time we get together, so they can take 
part in all of the things we do." 

Everyone looked at Martha, who smiled and stared at her father. Louis, on 
the spot, shrugged. "We'll let you know," he assured the others. "Right now, 
though, I'm in the mood to keep making up for the past few years of no sex." 

He rose from his place at the table and stepped towards the two standing 
teenagers. "How about it, birthday girl?" he asked Brenda. "Think you could 
be persuaded to get it on with me?" 

"Sure," the chubby redhead answered quickly, again forestalling her father's 
attempt to discover whether Martha would eat pussy. Her father had been 
developing an interest in voyeurism lately, Brenda knew. On several 
occasions he had had her finger herself to orgasm while watching her and he 
had been talking about getting a videotape machine so they could record 
themselves having sex with each other or with others. Not that Brenda minded 
that her father liked to watch; she enjoyed it herself, although she 
preferred being watched to watching. 

Louis held out his hands to her and she took them, letting the husky 
veterinarian pull her toward him until their bodies were touching. As Louis 
bent a little, Brenda rose on tiptoes and slid an arm around his neck, 
pulling his mouth down to hers. He kissed her fiercely, his mouth demanding 
on hers as his hands cupped her abundant titties and started to knead the 
pliant flesh. The girl dropped her free hand and scooped his limp prick into 
it, then caressed it as she sucked on the thick tongue that had driven into 
her mouth. Golly, Brenda thought, he sure hasn't forgotten how to turn a 
girl on, even if he hasn't gotten laid for a long time. 

As her father and Brenda embraced, Martha walked past them to join the 
others. Are we all going to stay here and fuck where everybody can see what 
everybody else is doing? 

Apparently they were. Deni was lowering herself to Sam's lap and he was 
squeezing her perfectly formed breasts as they started kissing. They were on 
one of the beach towels and Laurie, who was on another, was holding out her 
arms and saying: "Come on over here, Ben." 

He crossed the clearing and dropped to his knees before the wantonly 
sprawling redhead, his hands shooting out to close over her breasts even 
before he started to stretch out upon her. Martha felt a tingle start in her 
pussy as she turned to the three people still sitting at the table. She knew 
that Karen wasn't going to be her partner, which left Jack Hall or Alex 
Wilson. And while Martha thought that seeing a father and daughter screwing 
might make her father receptive to the idea of fucking her, she still hoped 
it wouldn't be now, for she liked the looks of Jack a lot better than she 
did those of Alex. In addition, Jack had a bigger cock than Alex, and she 
wanted to get used to being entered by a big cock, since her father was more 
than adequately endowed in the penis. In fact, her father's penis seemed as 
big as Ben and Jack's. 

Then Karen swung down from the table top and stood in front of Alex. "Come 
on, lover," she whispered huskily. "Let's get going." Alex rose and followed 
Karen as she made her way to another of the blanket-sized beach towels and 
sank to her knees on it, her shoulders back to emphasize her small 
breasts-which were small only in relationship to those of the other girls. 

Jack was grinning at her as he saw her staring at his cock, which was only 
half-stiff. "Think we can figure out something to do with that?" he teased 
as he reached out and caught her by the wrist, tugging her toward him. 

"Sure," she agreed, letting him pull her up until she was standing between 
his spread thighs. He ran his hands over her willowy body in a deliberate 
gesture, tweaking her nipples and tracing the curve of her cuntal furrow, 
making her hiss with anticipation. "Could ... could we do it with me on my 
hands and knees?" she asked as she reached out and wrapped her fingers 
around his semi-hard cock. 

"If you want," he agreed. 

"I don't know much about sex," she told him. "If I watch what the others are 
doing, I'll learn something." 

"Already learned something, haven't you?" he teased as he began rubbing her 
clitoris. Martha could only nod and gasp as she felt her pussy grow wetter. 
Good, she thought, noting that the only vacant beach towel was the nearest, 
I'll be able to watch everything that goes on! 

Still, it would be a while before she and Jack actually got down to fucking, 
just as the others would indulge in foreplay. She squeezed his cock, which 
had been stiffening and stretching out to full erectness as she'd held it. 

As she slid her hand up and down around the thick barrel of his cock, Martha 
looked Jack squarely in the eyes, then leaned forward as she pursed her 
lips, inviting him to kiss her. He ran a hand around her and pulled her 
closer as his mouth met hers and he started nibbling at her lower lip. It 
was a new sensation for the inexperienced girl and she clung to him as he 
chewed lightly on her mouth. 

One of his hands was on her tits and the other, behind her, was crawling 
over the jaunty curve of her ass, then easing itself between her parted 
thighs. Martha snorted as she felt him commence to explore her pussy from 
underneath and her hand stroked faster and more suggestively around his 
cock. 

Behind her, one of the girls cried out in passion. I wish I could see what's 
going on, Martha thought as her trim hips began to undulate. Jack, 
apparently, sensed her desire, for he pulled his mouth from her, took her 
waist in both hands and began twisting, urging her to turn her back to him. 
She kissed him once more in gratitude, then made a half circle and stared at 
the other couples as Jack pulled her back to him and resumed his exploration 
of his body. 

To her left, her father was licking and sucking on Brenda's big tits as she 
ran her hands over his torso and upper thighs. The chubby redhead's eyes 
were tightly closed and her legs were scissoring together even though she 
wasn't being touched anywhere but on her tits. The truth was that Brenda 
could come if her big tits were played with long enough, or skillfully 
enough. From the way Louis Tyler was treating her tits, she thought he might 
be one of the people who could be skillful enough to bring her off just by 
working on her tits. At the moment he was nibbling at the pliant mounds, 
biting the inner surfaces while his hands squeezed and kneaded the outer 
surfaces and his thumbs rubbed across the hard nipples. She reached under 
Louis' crouching body and grasped his stiff cock, her nails scratching 
lightly at the underside. It doesn't feel any different than any other cock 
I've ever held, she told herself. 

On the next towel, Deni was still sitting in Sam's lap, but she was lying 
back partially and he was licking at the jaunty mounds of her breasts. She 
had one hand flung out behind her to support herself, and the other was busy 
caressing Sam's hard cock. He had one arm around her, aiding her in staying 
in the air and the other was rooting in her open cunt, teasing her by 
stopping on its upward journey just before it reached her swelling clit. 

Swinging her eyes to the right again, Martha saw that Ben was kneeling 
before Laurie and that the girl's legs were draped over his shoulders while 
his head was bent forward. Oohhhhhh, he's eating her and she's not doing a 
thing to him, Martha thought. She noted that Laurie was squeezing her own 
tits harshly, twisting pert mounds almost savagely as she moaned under the 
expert tongue that was laving her swelling pussy lips. 

Alex was standing before Karen, who was on her knees before him, her mouth 
working on his spindlely legs with her hands slowly caressing his cock. From 
the way he had his fingers tangled in the sensual blonde's hair, Martha 
sensed he was trying to get her to take his cock in her mouth. Karen didn't 
seem ready to start sucking his cock, however, for she was scooping his 
hairy balls forward and tonguing them lewdly as she jiggled them in her 
delicate hand. 

Behind Martha, Jack was whispering in her ear: "You ever gone down on a 
guy?" His hands were roaming over her body, not pausing anywhere, slithering 
from her pert tits to the top of her thighs, slipping up and down the crack 
of her pussy or over her flat belly. Her ass was grinding against the heated 
bar of his cock and she had one hand behind herself to caress his head with. 
The other was at his hip, stroking the hollow where his thigh joined his 
torso. 

"Just a little bit," she answered. "I'm looking forward to the first time I 
do it long enough for the guy to cum in my mouth." 

"Good girl," he chuckled approvingly, his fingers spreading her pussy open 
and one thumb brushing her clit while the other probed the entrance to her 
vaginal passage. 

Louis had managed to squeeze Brenda's tits together in a way that put the 
nipples close to each other, then he had taken both of the turreted buds in 
his mouth. As he sucked greedily on both nipples at once, he commenced 
massaging the chubby redhead's wet cunt and she ground her generous ass into 
the ground and sighed with pleasure. Suddenly it no longer mattered that he 
was of a different race than she; if he kept up what he was doing and made 
her cum from his labial attention to her tits, he could ride his cock 
between them and she'd mouth the head of his cock until he wanted to fuck 
her mouth fully, which she would also allow. 

After all, Brenda told herself, he did choose me. He could have had Deni or 
Karen, but he chose me. That was the way the second round had been set up: 
Louis was to pick who he wanted and her partner was to get Martha, with Ben 
taking over with Laurie and the other two men trading girls for their second 
sex-bout. 

Louis released his hold on her tits and let them spring apart but he kept 
his mouth firmly set on one, then started drawing as much of the resilient 
mound into his mouth as she could. At the same time, he started squeezing 
her other puffy nipple as he rolled it about on the large mound it 
surmounted. Brenda squeezed her thick thighs together, keeping his hand from 
moving more than a tiny bit on her cunt. She didn't need to be fingers, and 
the touch on her pussy was distracting her from the feelings emanating from 
her heaving tits. A little more loving of them and Louis would crumble her 
cookies good. 

Keeping his arms tight around Martha, Jack worked his way back until he was 
seated firmly on the tale. The girl was on her tiptoes but she quickly 
rearranged herself so she was seated on his lap, with his cock bent under 
her, the meaty shaft rubbing between the lips of her cunt at the bottom of 
it. He was squeezing both of her tits at that moment and his tongue was 
licking at her ear. 

Deni had her forearms and her feet solidly on the ground and her body arched 
into the air as Sam drew his legs from under her. He was using his arms to 
keep her in the air and his mouth was working across her belly towards the 
thicket of black hair that covered her mons veneris. "Sammmmmmm," Deni 
moaned, "let me down and get over me; I haven't sucked your cock in a long 
time." 

The baldheaded little restaurateur complied, swinging his leg across the 
undulating body of the most experienced of the five girls-although only 
Deni's extra-group activities made her more experienced than the others. And 
it could be argued that the period when Sam and Laurie had been into picking 
up girls of threesomes made Laurie as experienced as Deni-and pushed her 
thighs back alongside her writhing body as she commenced to suck eagerly at 
the bulbous head of his cock. 

Of all the girls, Deni was the only one who didn't mind being on the bottom 
in a sixty-nine; the other girls liked to feel they had some control over 
how much cock they took in their mouths, even though they were all 
accomplished deep-throaters. 

"Put your hands on my legs and push yourself up as high as you can go," Jack 
whispered to Martha. Bewilderedly, the girl complied, taking her attention 
from Sam and Deni to do so. Once she had pushed herself up, she understood 
why he had had her do so; his cock lifted and the spongy head lodged against 
the entrance of her twat. "EEEEEEEEE!" she squealed as she began to lower 
herself and the cock started easing its way into her hot, wet vagina. Jack 
lowered one hand to her cunt and commenced to strum her erect clitoris as 
she humped downward, her tight twat spreading slowly around the massive cock 
she was impaling herself on. As she fucked herself onto his cock, Martha 
could watch the others and get fucked at the same time. 

Jesus! Ohhhhh, sweet Jesus! Martha thought as she wriggled her cunt down 
farther over the massive cock. Jack was caressing her jaunty tits with one 
hand and strumming her clit with the other and she was rubbing her trim 
little ass into his loins as she went lower and lower over his cock, 
thrilling as it poled higher into the hungry maw of her snatch. 
"Oooooooooooooh," she hissed in delight as she returned her attention to the 
others. 

Ben was still holding Laurie's hips high in the air and his mouth was still 
working between her legs as far as Martha could tell. Laurie was kicking her 
feet about and squeezing her tits savagely as her head lolled back and forth 
on the beach towel. Her face was contorted with pleasure as a result of what 
Ben was doing. 

"Bennnnnnn," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhh! Don't you want to put your cock in my 
ass now? You've made me cum with your tongue there." 

Immediately, he lowered her writhing body to the beach towel and pushed her 
legs back over her body as he moved to cover it with his own, the bulbous 
head of his cock pressing into the deep crack of her ass. Laurie caught his 
face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue shooting forward 
to explore the familiar interior of his mouth as she started pressing the 
blunt head of his cock at the tiny puckered opening of her anus. 

"Oooooooh," Martha squealed. "He's not really going to fuck her in the ass, 
is he?" 

"Yep," Jack answered, his fingers still squeezing her tit and massaging her 
swollen clitoris. "All of us have fucked all the girls in the ass at one 
time or another. Karen can cum from being fucked in the butt without having 
her pussy played with," he added proudly. 

Jesus, Martha thought as she rocked and wiggled her hips about over his 
massive cock, in the ass. When did you start doing it to them?" she asked. 

"Karen got it her the night I caught her and Ben screwing," Jack answered. 
Oh my God, Martha thought, since she was twelve! She shuddered. "What's the 
matter?" Jack teased as he tugged on her throbbing nipple. "The idea getting 
to you?" 

Martha wasn't sure. On one hand she thought having a cock poked into the 
narrow opening of her asshole would hurt like the devil, but on the other 
hand the fact Laurie had asked for cock up her ass indicated it was an 
enjoyable experience. "I never even thought of it," she explained, although 
that wasn't really true; she had read about anal intercourse. However, she 
had always assumed it was something like sex between women and dogs, a thing 
that had been dreamed up by the writers of porno books out of their 
imagination but not something real people did. 

Learning that Karen could actually climax from being fucked in the ass made 
her look at the girl. Karen's face was buried in Alex's loins and Martha 
could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked on his cock. Alex was bending over 
her, his hands on Karen's bent back and he was crooning sensually to her as 
she worked her mouth back and forth over his cock. 

As Martha watched, Karen backed her head completely off of the stiff rod. 
"Lie down," she instructed Alex. "I want to sit on your face awhile." To 
Martha's surprise, Alex stretched out and allowed Karen to squat over his 
head, her blonde-fringed cunt coming down over his mouth. He reached up and 
cupped her taut ass cheeks, pulling her down closer to him as he commenced 
licking at her heated pussy. 

At the other end of the line of towels, Brenda was gasping in delight as 
Louis' mouthing of her tits combined with his sensual massaging of her cunt 
made her cum. His ass lifted into the air and quivered violently as she 
keened a cry of ecstasy. 

When Louis started to swing over her body as it collapsed, she surprised him 
by swinging her thighs together. "Si ... sit on my belly," she gasped. "Fuck 
me between the tits." 

He dropped his eyes to the generous mounds and smiled as she straddled her 
and rested his cock in the deep trough between the large mounds. As hot as 
his cock was, her tits felt hotter as she pushed them toward each other and 
smothered his cockshaft in soft flesh. "Fuck me now," she murmured, her 
tongue flicking out of her mouth toward the end of his cock. Louis smiled 
and began hunching forward and back. Each time his cock rode up her writhing 
body, she slashed her tongue around the sensitive head. 

Martha's eyes widened at the sight of her father working his big cock 
between the girl's tits. It was something she knew she would never 
experience, for her tits weren't big enough. Then Jack lifted his hand from 
her cunt and caught her free tit with it then pushed the boobs together. To 
her delight, Martha realized she could be fucked between the tits after all. 

With his hands on both of her tits and his cock buried in her twat, Martha 
found she didn't miss the stimulation he had been giving her clit. She 
continued to grind her ass against his belly and thighs as she whispered: 
"Keep your hands on my tits for a while, please." The tightening of his 
fingers on the conical mounds told her he would comply with her request. 
Smiling, she reached down and cupped his balls with one hand as she rose and 
fell over his throbbing cock. 

Sam and Deni were curled tightly to each other, with one of her strong legs 
hooked across his shoulders, pressing his face into her cunt. Even ten feet 
or more away from them, Martha was aware of the slurping sounds made by his 
sucking of her pussy. She watched his skinny buttocks rise and fall as she 
slid his cock in and out of Deni's mouth. She was digging her fingers into 
the slabs of muscles of his buttocks and gurgling around the solid bar of 
his cock. Sam had a couple of fingers pushed into her asshole and was sawing 
them back and forth, scissoring them when they were as buried in her butt as 
they could be, then drawing them slowly out to jam them back in again as 
hard as she could. 

Ben had Laurie's legs bent back over her body so her heels were hooked over 
his shoulders and he was screwing her steadily, lifting his rump as he drew 
his massive cock out of her tight asshole, then pushing it slowly back in 
and grinding his loins to her upturned pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" 
Laurie grunted as the big cock worked its way in and out of her tight anal 
opening. Karen was grinding her pussy against Alex's face as he ran his 
tongue in and out of her twat. Suddenly she cried out with pleasure: 
"HOOOAAAHHH!" 

Lifting herself a little, she scooted backwards over Alex's body, one of her 
hands reaching under her undulating hips to grab his stiff cock. As soon as 
the bulbous head of it touched her swampy cunt, she steered it to the 
dilated opening of her vagina and thrust down hard over it, absorbing all of 
the thick cock into her pussy with one shove. 

Louis had the head and a couple of inches of the shaft of his cock buried in 
Brenda's greedy mouth, and she was sucking lewdly on it as she kept her 
generous tits wrapped around the rest of the shaft. Her cheeks were 
hollowing as she tongued the underside of the throbbing prick. He was 
rubbing and squeezing her nipples as he rocked easily back and forth above 
her writhing body. 

Martha's pussy made squishy sounds as she raised and lowered it faster and 
faster over the impaling spear of Jack's immense cock. Her guts felt like 
they were on fire and she knew she was going to cum any moment. Jack's 
breath was hot on the side of her neck and he was licking at her ear as he 
twisted and squeezed her tits while she rocked her hips back and forth as 
she rose and fell over him. It hadn't taken her long to discover the best 
movements to give her pleasure, and she concluded by the way Jack was acting 
that he was enjoying what she was doing. 

Without warning, she felt his cock swell and begin spurting hot gobs of jism 
into her twat. "AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed as she commenced cumming herself. 

Her father was moaning and holding Brenda's head as far over his cock as he 
could get it while he spurted his jism into her hotly sucking mouth. It 
doesn't taste any different than other cum, Brenda thought as she swallowed 
greedily and sucked for more. 

The others were all cumming, too; Ben was squirting his hot cum into 
Laurie's ass and her juices were coating his balls. Sam and Deni were 
sucking each other's cum lewdly and Karen was pouring fluids from her twat 
as Alex shot his load into her. 

None of them moved for several minutes after they had finished cumming. Then 
Sam rolled off of Deni and lay on his back, gasping air into his lungs. 

That was the general signal for all of them to break apart. Louis toppled to 
one side of Brenda and cradled the chubby redhead against his heaving chest; 
Ben pulled his cock from Laurie's ass and rolled off of her and Karen let 
herself collapse face down on the beach towel, one of her legs still across 
Alex's body. Only Martha and Jack stayed as they had been and that was 
because she was so overcome by her climax that she could hardly move. 
Indeed, if Jack hadn't been holding her, she would have fallen forward 
without being able to stop herself. 

Deni was the first to break the silence that had fallen once the shrill 
cries of orgasm had died away. Unsteadily, she rose to her feet. "I'm gonna 
get one last swim in," she announced. "Anybody want to join me?" 

"I will," Karen murmured as she pushed herself up and got to her feet. 
Martha managed to disengage her body from Jack's and staggered towards the 
other two as they started down the hill. A moment or so later they were 
joined by Laurie and Brenda. 

The cool water revived the girls and Martha was hoping she would get fucked 
again, but it was drawing close to dusk and the others started gathering the 
things they'd brought in preparation for the return trip to McGiven's 
Corner. 

Martha saw that the other girls were all dressing in something other than 
their bathing suits, so she slipped into her jeans and sweatshirt, stuffing 
the dry bikini into her bag. 

Jack and Karen were talking quietly and then Karen raised her voice: "Hey, 
everybody, you-all come to our place Wednesday for a party." 

"Party or orgy?" Laurie asked, teasing. 

"Is there any difference in this crowd?" Ben retorted. 

"I hope not," Laurie confessed. 

Everyone laughed and they all started up the hill towards the spot where 
they had left the cars. 

Once at the clearing where they had all parked, the girls moved around, 
kissing all the men good-bye. Martha accepted Sam's tongue gladly and then 
moved to Alex, who slipped his hand under her sweatshirt and caressed her 
tits a minute as he drew her hot tongue into his mouth. "I'm gonna count the 
minutes 'til Wednesday," he whispered. "You and I have things to do to each 
other." 

What followed was another ritual, and the first thing that had happened that 
day that alarmed Martha; the girls all kissed each other. When Karen put her 
tongue in Martha's mouth, the taller girl almost pushed her away, but she 
saw Deni and Laurie were kissing with their tongues, so she accepted it and 
discovered that it was enjoyable kissing another girl in a sexy manner. By 
the time she had finished kissing all the girls, she was almost ready to ask 
somebody to fuck her right there. 

However, she climbed into the car with her father and they headed down the 
rutted trail, since they had been closest to the road. Horns beeped and 
headlights flicked on an off as the five father-daughter couples took their 
leaves of each other. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When they reached the macadam road, Louis looked over at his daughter. 
"Shall we go on home or would you like to run over to Gettysburg for 
supper?" he asked. 

"Oh, Daddy, let's go to Gettysburg," Martha exclaimed. "I really want to be 
alone with you for a while." 

"Okay," he agreed, turning in the correct direction and accelerating. There 
was a restaurant in Gettysburg where they were known and where her attire 
wouldn't be a problem since the place was owned by a guy who had been a 
classmate of her father's at college. 

"Did you have a good time?" Louis asked as they drove through the gathering 
dusk. 

"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Martha answered. "How about you?" 

"I have no regrets about coming out here," he answered slowly. "In fact, the 
only thing that bothered me about the whole idea was how you would react. I 
was afraid you'd think it was disgusting or something." 

"Why?" Martha challenged. "Because everybody was fucking or sucking? Hell, 
Daddy, I may not be experienced, but I'm not dumb. I knew about everything 
that I saw. The only thing that surprised me was that all those men had been 
screwing their daughters for so long and nobody knew about it. But, I guess 
it's not the sort of thing anybody would talk about, not unless they were 
awfully sure whoever they talked to wouldn't repeat it." 

She was silent for a moment, then asked suddenly, "How did we happen to get 
asked out there? I mean, do they think you and I ...?" 

"No, nothing like that," Louis was quick to assure her. "But I did tell Ben 
that you were acting like you wanted to ... with me, I mean. When he told me 
about what was going on, I almost shit in my pants. I had the idea that he 
and Karen were doing a thing and it was going to be the four of us, with Ben 
taking you off and Karen putting out for me. 

"I guess I was as surprised as you were to see all the rest of them there." 

"I was sure surprised," Martha agreed. Again there was a moment of silence. 
Then she asked: "Are we going to become full members of the group?" 

"I caught that reference," he admitted, "but I don't know exactly what they 
mean." 

"They mean people who've had sex that're related," Martha told him. 

"You're kidding." Louis answered. "You are kidding, aren't you?" 

"Not at all," the teenager replied. Then she told him what Ben had told her 
about the group and its origins. "You were the only man there who hasn't had 
every kind of sex there is with your own daughter." 

"I will be damned," Louis exclaimed. "For six years! I'd never have expected 
it. I don't think I would've believed it if somebody had suggested it." 

"They've been very careful," Martha said. "Everybody goes and leaves a 
different way, so nobody notices a lot of traffic to Sam's place up here. 
And they're real careful about getting together in town." 

"I should hope so," Louis exclaimed. "The laws against fornication may not 
be enforced regularly but they'd throw the book at anybody they caught 
having sex under those circumstances." 

"Do you really think so?" Martha asked. "Or would they just hush it all up, 
considering who the people are and all. I mean, Mister Bolton, the 
prosecutor, used to play football with you and the rest of them." 

"I really don't know what Toby Bolton would do," Louis replied. "He might 
think a scandal like that would be a good thing politically, get a lot of 
free publicity. You know how a lot of the farmers in this area are, they'd 
be incensed if they thought anybody was getting away with something and 
they'd sure vote against whoever let somebody get off." 

They were close to Gettysburg before Martha spoke again. "Are we going to be 
full members?" she repeated. 

Her father looked at her for a long moment, then answered: "I don't know 
yet." 

The next day, Martha dressed in a pair of shorts that actually covered part 
of her thighs and a T-shirt that belonged to her brother; she also wore a 
bra for the first time in months. Her father's eyebrows went up as she 
walked into the kitchen, but he didn't say anything until late that evening. 
"You know," he confessed, "I might have bitched about how little you've been 
wearing lately, but I find now that I was enjoying seeing you almost naked." 

They were in the barn, having finished checking on a bitch who had whelped 
just before supper. Martha looked at him and said in a husky voice: "You can 
see me naked any time you want, Daddy. You can do more than look at me, 
too." 

"I know," he answered. "But, is it because the other girls have sex with 
their fathers?" 

"Shit no," Martha replied. "I wanted to fuck you long before I found out 
about them. And getting fucked yesterday only cured my physical desire. I 
could've been had by all four of the men we were with and still spread my 
legs for you." Suddenly she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly 
to her willowy form. "Daddy, it's you I really want. I'll let Ben and Jack 
and the rest of them have any way they want, but I'll always be wishing it 
was you doing whatever was being done to me." 

Louis was silent for a moment, his hands at his sides clenching tightly. 
Martha sensed he was still trying to make up his mind about whether to have 
sex with her. Boldly, she decided to help him decide and to try to influence 
his decision toward the source she wanted their lives to follow; she reached 
down and pressed her hand against his crotch. He flinched but didn't move 
away from her as she rubbed her hand against this soft cock until it started 
to stiffen. "Ohhhh, Daddy," she breathed against his face as she reached for 
the zipper of his trousers and drew it down, then slipped her hand inside 
his clothing to wrap her slim fingers around the thick bar of his cock. "If 
... if you don't want to fuck me, please let me suck it for you?" 

His resolve broke then and he pulled her even tighter to him as his mouth 
claimed hers. His hands roamed feverishly over her slender back and trim 
haunches, cupping and kneading the half-moons of her ass, then caressing all 
the way up to her shoulders. She wriggled and squirmed against him, her hand 
sliding warmly up and down the shaft of his cock as her tits rubbed against 
his chest. Their tongues danced against one another's hungrily and she 
dragged her nails down the back of his neck as her legs felt as if they were 
going to turn watery. 

Jesus! Ohhhhhhhh sweet Jesus! I'm cumming! Martha thought. She sagged 
against her father she felt the hot fluids puddling in the crotch of her 
panties. "Are you alright, baby?" her father asked anxiously. 

"Unnnnnnhhhhhhh," she moaned as she shuddered harder for a moment. As she 
started to recover, she found that she had been squeezing her father's big 
cock as hard as she could. "Oh, did I hurt it?" she asked fearfully. 

He smiled at her. "Nothing that a kiss wouldn't make well, baby," he assured 
her, as he gazed down on her pert face. "I guess you have had the hots for 
your dad, if just kissing me could set you off that way." 

"I almost feel embarrassed," Martha murmured. She didn't need to hold onto 
him for support now and she started to drop to her knees before him, intent 
on sucking his cock, which she was still caressing. 

He caught her by the arms, the heels of his hands brushing against her 
jaunty tits as he pulled her to her feet. "Not here," he whispered hoarsely. 

Her heart lurched. He's going to fuck me! She thought exaltedly. Ohhhhhhhh, 
my Daddy's going to fuck me. "Wait 'til everybody's asleep, then come to my 
room," he said. Since he and his wife had stopped having sex, he had been 
sleeping in a first floor bedroom, while the rest of the family slept on the 
second floor. Martha hated the idea of waiting, even if only for a couple of 
more hours, but she agreed. 

There was a dim light in her father's bedroom when Martha slipped into it an 
hour or so after everyone had gone to bed. She had tiptoed to the door of 
her brother's room and heard him snoring, and she knew it was almost 
impossible to wake her sister in the morning, much less the middle of the 
night. Her mother took sleeping pills and would be out for hours, so she was 
positive there was no chance of her being surprised in bed with her father. 

"That's a pretty gown, baby," he said as he looked at the diaphanous cloth 
that billowed around her slender body, obscuring it but slightly. 

"You gave it to me for Christmas last year," she reminded him. 

"I must confess," he said with mock solomness, "that you mother does all my 
Christmas shopping for me. It saves me remembering clothes sizes and gives 
her a reason to get out of the house." 

He had been sitting up in bed, smoking a small cigar, with the sheet drawn 
up to his waist. Now he kicked the sheet away to reveal that he was naked 
under it. Martha quickly undid the string at the top of the gown and let it 
fall to a pile at her feet. As naked as he, she stood before him, letting 
him run his eyes over her. Slowly, she turned in a circle to let him see 
every inch of her willowy body. "Beautiful," he breathed as he stubbed out 
his cigar and held out his arms to her. 

"Do you really think so?" she whispered as she slipped into his bed and his 
embrace. "Nobody else does." 

"You'll find somebody else who'll think you're beautiful," he assured her. 
"Then I'll lose you." 

"Never, Daddy," she promised. "Never. I'll always be your girl." He kissed 
her at that point and she pressed herself to him lewdly, rubbing her 
nakedness against his as her hand sought his cock. She wrapped her slim 
fingers around it and commenced to stroke the rapidly thickening and 
lengthening bar. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth and one of his 
hands kneaded the taut flesh of her ass as the other fitted itself to one of 
her pert tits. All Martha did was move her hand faster on his stiffening 
cock. 

"God," he moaned as he buried his mouth against the hollow at the base of 
her throat, "I've wanted this for so long." 

"Why didn't you say something?" Martha replied. "I would've let you fuck me 
years ago if you'd asked." 

"I didn't know that," he murmured as his lips started tracing the curve of 
one of her tits while his hand squeezed and massaged the other. Both tits 
started to swell immediately and Martha let a sigh of contentment escape 
from her throat as her father's hot tongue slithered over the conical mound. 
His other hand was exploring the contours of her ass, delving into the deep 
crack between the firm cheeks or kneading the taut buttocks themselves. 

She caressed his cock as his lips seized on one of her nipples and drew it 
into the heat of his mouth. As he masticated the elongated bud, he rolled 
the other nipple about between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it enough 
to send a shiver running through her trembling body. She closed her thighs 
around one of his and rubbed her rapidly dampening young pussy against the 
hairy thigh as he squeezed and stroked her tit and her buttocks. 

Martha hugged his head to her tits as he continued to suck hungrily at one 
and caress the other. Her hand was no longer sliding up and down around his 
cock, now she was caressing his tightly sacked balls and the funny ridge she 
discovered behind them. Daringly, she let her fingers wander farther back on 
her father's body, until she was caressing the crack of his ass as lewdly as 
he was exploring her rear cleavage. 

Suddenly, he rolled her flat onto her back, bringing his hand out from under 
her as he did so. He immediately began to rub her cunt, spreading the 
swollen pussy lips and massaging the depths of her cuntal furrow with his 
fingertips as she thrust her ass high into the air in delight at the 
intimate touch. "Daddy!" she whimpered, "Ohhhh, Daddy, I love you so much." 

His mouth lifted from her tit and claimed hers once more but it was her 
tongue that shot forward to explore the unfamiliar interior of a mouth. Her 
father tasted of tobacco and the shot of rye whiskey he always had before 
going to bed, and Martha thought it was the most exciting thing she had ever 
tasted as she worked her tongue around in his mouth. 

He was massaging her cunt greedily, all of his fingers working in it, 
smearing the juices along the heated crevice of her snatch as she wove tight 
little circles with her ass and her open thighs trembled. 

"Goddddddd," he sighed, "I'm as eager as a kid on his first date. You'd 
better not play with me much more or I'll cum on your belly." 

"Could ... could I make you do it with my mouth?" Martha pleaded. 

"Do you really want to?" he asked, a slight bit of amazement in his voice. 

"I want to do everything with you," she replied. "Jack said all the other 
girls get fucked in the ass even. I want you to teach me about that and 
about getting my pussy licked and ... Ohhh Daddy, I just want you to love 
me." She wrenched herself free from his arms and, before he could stop her, 
she had twisted about on the bed and stuffed the bulbous head of his cock in 
her mouth. 

Down, down, down her mouth went, until she gagged at the depth his cock 
reached. She hoped he hadn't noticed it, but she didn't remove his cock from 
her mouth, just backed off of it a little and started sucking. "Use your 
tongue against it, baby," her father whispered as the almost searing heat of 
her innocent mouth on his cock removed any scruples he might have had that 
would've led him to stop her. She wants to do it, he told himself. I won't 
deny her pleasure. If we keep meeting the others, she'll be sucking cock 
anyway, so she might as well learn on mine. 

Martha curled her tongue around the shaft of his cock and licked steadily at 
it as her head bobbed up and down over the pulsating rod. Her cheeks 
hollowed, returned to normal and hollowed again as she sucked at the stiff 
flesh. Jesus, she thought happily, I'm finally sucking Daddy's beautiful 
cock. 

His hands tugged at her body and she spread her legs to allow him access to 
her swollen-lipped pussy. Two of his fingers drove into her tight vagina and 
she shuddered harder as he started to saw them back and forth. His thumb was 
pressing against the tiny opening of her asshole and she gurgled around his 
cock as she mumbled: "Put your thumb in me, too." 

It took him a second or so to realize what she was asking. Then he sank the 
heavy digit into his daughter's rectum, feeling her quiver with increased 
delight. God, he asked himself, why didn't I take her when she first started 
offering herself? If I'd have any sense, I could've been screwing her for 
months now. 

Her mouth was untutored but still effective. "I ... I'm gonna cum, baby," he 
gasped, trying to lift her mouth from his cock. The wanton girl wrapped her 
arms tighter around him and sucked even harder on his throbbing cock. Okay, 
he thought, If you want it, you can have it. Then he started spurting his 
thick, salty jism into her lewdly sucking mouth, hot thick bolts of creamy 
delight laving his daughter's moving tongue. 

With her lips squeezing his cockshaft, she let her cheeks bloat in an effort 
to contain the hot load he was shooting into her mouth. She swallowed as 
fast as she could, but he shot off faster than her throat could work and her 
mouth stayed full of his cum for a short time after the last spurt erupted 
from the tiny hole in the end of his cock. 

Louis was a relatively unsophisticated man, despite his being a college 
graduate. This was only the fifth time he had had his cock sucked, and the 
first two times had been with prostitutes in the first year after his wife 
had stopped having sex with him. The very idea that the daughters of his 
friends would let him cum in their mouths had been enough to ensure his 
interest in the group and now the discovery that his own daughter would do 
the same erased any hesitation he might have had about allowing her to join. 
Shit, he thought, she's old enough to know what she wants; who am I to stop 
her from getting it? 

He pulled her up and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue dipping into the 
cavern of her mouth. When Laurie had kissed him after sucking him off, he 
had been reluctant at first, but had soon discovered there was nothing 
unpleasant about kissing a mouth that had just been filled with jism. Now he 
worked his tongue lasciviously in Martha's mouth as he rolled her onto her 
back and came up on his knees between her spread thighs. 

One of his hands returned to her firm tits, the other massaged her swollen 
heated pussy again. "Ohhhh," she sighed as his mouth traveled down her body 
and roamed across the taut rise of her tits, then ventured lower onto her 
flat belly. The aroma of her aroused cunt reached his nose and he sniffed 
deeply as he nipped at her stomach. 

When his tongue reached the coarse hairs of her pubes, he did something he 
had done only once before in his life, he slid it into the wet heat of an 
aroused cunt. His wife had refused his attempts at oral sex, and he had 
never considered going down on women he was paying to screw him; thus 
Laurie's had been the first cunt he'd ever eaten. 

All of the wonder he had discovered while eating Laurie was present in a 
stronger form as he nuzzled his face between his own daughter's sleek 
thighs. Martha moaned and tilted her pelvis to bring more of her cunt to his 
mouth and he slid his tongue up and down the sizzling flesh of her pussy as 
she slipped his hands under her squirming ass and raised her hips into the 
air to make her whole cunt accessible to his ravishing mouth. 

His lips, tongue and teeth worked against his daughter's pussy until she 
tangled her fingers in his hair and forced his hungry mouth even tighter to 
her cunt. He could feel the hot juices oozing out of her twat and sucked 
lewdly at them, swirling the thin fluid around in his mouth. Eagerly, he 
thrust his tongue into her twat and licked at the soft wall as he pushed a 
finger into her butt. All she did was moan a little louder and hunch her 
pussy harder into his face. 

"Now," she groaned suddenly, as she planted her feet against the bed and 
arched her hips higher. "Ohhhhhh, Daddy, fuck me; fuuccckkk meeeeeeeee!" 

He levered himself over her, his mouth sealing hers to prevent any more 
cries from issuing from her corded throat. As his tongue drove into her 
mouth, he slammed his bloated cock deep into her heated wetly clasping 
pussy. Dammmmmnnnnnn, he thought as the bulbous head of his cock spread the 
tight passage of her cunt. 

Martha kicked her feet high into the air, allowing him to sink his massive 
cock deeper into her anxious cunt. As she felt the swollen rod pressing 
farther and deeper into her heated pussy she wiggled her ass about 
licentiously, adding to the pleasure they were feeling. 

She waved her feet about in the air and wiggled her trim ass violently as 
his cock hammered into her and his loins ground upon hers. Ohhhhhh, Jesus, 
she thought, Jesus, he's just as good as I thought he'd be. She heaved her 
pussy up to meet his cock each time it descended and her arms hugged him 
tightly to her heaving tits as she sucked lewdly on his tongue. Her cunt 
made squishy sounds each time he rammed his massive cock into it but the 
obscene noises only served to spur her desire to greater heights. Daddy! she 
thought. Ohhhhh, Daddy, you're finally fucking me. I've wanted you to for so 
long and now you're doing it. Its sooooo goooooddddd, Daddy, I just love 
your big cock plowing into me. 

It took only half a dozen strokes to bring her off again and Louis snorted 
as he felt her twat contracting around his swollen cock. His balls slapped 
the crack of her ass each time he rammed his massive cock to the hilt in her 
pussy. He tightened the muscles of his ass and made his cock jump inside of 
her tight twat as her juices flowed out around it and coated his balls with 
the warmth. "Don't stop, Daddy," Martha moaned against their kiss. "Please, 
don't stop." 

"I won't," he assured her, not breaking the union of their lips. His hips 
rose and fell effortlessly, his cock riding easily through the drenched 
tunnel of her twat. His dock had never felt as big nor as hard as it did now 
that it was hilted in his daughter's tight little pussy and Louis knew he 
would cum again, maybe twice, before he was finished with her for the night. 

He reached a hand beneath her and started frigging her asshole as she 
stroked his massive cock in and out of her pussy. Martha arched her hips up 
from the bed and her buttocks quivered hard as the finger and the cock rode 
in and out of her at the same tempo. His tongue was also working back and 
forth from his mouth to hers, duplicating the in and out motion of his cock 
and finger. 

Before long, he was jetting his cum into her and it mingled with her own 
abundant juices then flowed out of her twat and down the crack of her ass. A 
puddle of sexual fluids formed beneath her but she didn't even notice. All 
that mattered to the lust driven girl was that her sweet Daddy was finally 
screwing her good. 

"More," she moaned against his mouth. "Give me mooorrreee!" 

He did. 

When he finally eased his cock from her, Martha had been so well screwed 
that she wasn't even aware of him leaving her embrace. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Damned fine dinner, Karen," Alex said as he set his plate aside. The five 
couples were gathered in the back yard of the Halls' and had just finished 
steaks grilled on the barbecue Jack had recently finished. In addition to 
the T-bones, they had had fresh corn on the cob and homemade bread as well 
as a salad. "What's for dessert?" Alex added. 

"How about me?" Karen replied, smiling at him. She sensed he had hoped to be 
first with Martha, but she knew how fast he always came the first time 
around and wanted to spare the new girl that. Let Martha get used to orgying 
first, she thought, then our little shortcomings and foibles won't matter as 
much. 

Alex looked disappointed but agreed. "Sure," he said. "You're sweet enough 
to be dessert." Karen winked at him as she looked around to see if anyone 
was still eating. No one was, so she rose. 

"Come on everybody," she invited. "Let's go downstairs." 

"Downstairs?" Deni Lewis exclaimed. "Are you flipping, Karen? There's 
nothing downstairs at your house or mine that's worth seeing unless you like 
cobwebs." Both families lived in old houses, and the basements had 
originally been root cellars in each. 

"Come on, Ace," Jack said to Deni, using a nickname he had derived for her. 
She gave him a funny look but followed the rest into the kitchen and down 
the stairs to the basement. As she got to the bottom of the stairs she 
stopped and her eyes widened in surprise. 

"How do you like our 'nothing'?" Karen teased her best friend. The basement 
of the Hall home had been transformed. Where there had once been an earth 
floor and cinder block walls, there was now a solid floor with thick carpets 
and walls that gleamed with paint. The rafters were no longer visible, and 
the lighting was indirect. Hung on the walls were blown-up pictures of the 
members of the group in various sexual acts. In the center of the room was a 
king-size water bed and there were large pillows scattered about, as well as 
a couple of chaise lounges. Karen stepped to one side of the door and 
flipped a switch and music began to fill the air. 

"My God!" Deni breathed. "This is fantastic! When did all of this happen?" 

"We've been working on it all winter," Karen revealed, "but we just finished 
Monday night. Daddy and I've been keeping it a secret until it was ready to 
use." 

Laurie had kicked off her shoes and started walking across the floor. "This 
damn rug is so thick your toes disappear," she exclaimed. 

"I wondered what you were going to do with these blowups," Alex said, 
stepping forward to inspect one of the prints Karen had had him make. 

"Not with your shoes on," Karen squealed. Alex smiled an apology and removed 
his as the others took their shoes and socks off before venturing into the 
luxuriously appointed room. The floor gave under their feet and Sam wondered 
aloud about that. "We put foam rubber under the rug," Karen explained. "I 
got tired of fucking on a hard floor," she explained offhandedly. "When 
Daddy and I decided to fix this room up for all of us to party in, we 
decided to make it as comfortable as we could." 

"Made it pretty sexy, too," Sam murmured as he eyed one of the chaises which 
was covered with fake fur. 

"That water bed looks big enough for everybody to get on it at once," Brenda 
suggested. 

"We're planning to see how many it'll hold," Jack assured the chubby 
redhead. "It's supposed to hold twenty people without developing a leak, but 
I don't know whether that's active people or just people that're sitting." 

"Are we all gonna get on it now?" Martha asked anxiously. 

Karen shrugged. "Anybody who wants to use it can," she said. "Where you and 
Sam end up is up to you." 

Sam beamed at the tall girl as he put his hands on her waist. She was four 
inches taller than he and, mischievously, she kissed his balding head. In 
retaliation, he pulled his chin down to his chest and nuzzled the mounds of 
her tits as he snaked his tongue into the cleavage revealed by her shirt 
being unbuttoned to the third button. At the same time, he slipped his hands 
around her and cupped her trim buttocks. 

As Karen walked toward Alex, she was aware that Deni was moving to Louis' 
side. "How about it?" Deni asked. "Are we going to screw on the water bed or 
somewhere else?" 

"I think we'll pass on the water bed," he answered. "Until I get to know 
you, I don't want anything else unfamiliar distracting me. You understand, 
don't you?" He smiled at her and Deni nodded. That's the kind of man I like, 
she told herself, somebody who puts first things first. Deni had been fucked 
on water beds before and knew they could be distracting until one got used 
to them. Louis lowered himself to an oversized pillow and Deni curled up in 
his lap, her arms slipping around him as she gave him her mouth. 

"Well, I'm gonna screw on the water bed," Jack announced. "Come on, Laurie, 
let's see how it is." Karen watched as her father and the tall redhead 
melted into a torrid embrace while Ben and Brenda also moved together. 

"Where're we going to fuck?" she asked Alex. 

"On your new floor," he suggested and she smiled as she sank to a seated 
position on the soft, rug-covered floor. Alex dropped to his knees before 
her, chuckling at the way he had to steady himself as the foam rubber gave. 

As hostess, Karen had dressed in a lounging suit. Deni had taken the 
opportunity to wear a blouse and skirt; Martha and Laurie both had on shirts 
and slacks, and Brenda was wearing a halter and shorts since she was rarely 
dressed up. 

Alex kissed Karen hungrily, his hands slipping up from her waist to her tits 
almost immediately. Just before she shut her eyes to lose herself in the 
headiness of a kiss, Karen saw Sam steering Martha to the fur-covered 
chaise. Something had told her he would use it, he loved to fuck on the fur 
rug before the fireplace at his house; he always remained in the living room 
when the group met at his house, even if the others went off to the 
bedrooms. 

"Oooooooohh," Laurie squealed as Jack toppled her onto the water bed and 
clambered onto it to drop down beside her. The impact made her roll into his 
arms and he wrapped them around her as he rolled her onto her back and came 
to rest atop her. Ben and Brenda were a little less enthusiastic about 
jumping around but were soon on the yielding surface and kissing hungrily. 
The chubby redhead liked screwing Ben better than the other men because he 
always treated her as if she were somebody special rather than just another 
girl he was fucking, which was how she imagined Jack and Sam regarded her. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Deni sighed from the corner where she and Louis were cavorting 
on a bean bag pillow. He was licking at the side of her neck and one of his 
hands was exploring under her skirt, stroking the firmness of her thighs. It 
had been a long time since someone had caressed her legs without playing 
with her tits first, but Deni didn't care; she was easily aroused and she 
knew Louis would get around to her tits before he fucked her. As his tongue 
entered her ear, she pulled his shirt free and slipped her hands under it to 
massage his chest. 

Karen's arms and back weren't covered by her outfit, which was modeled on a 
coverall principle, with a strap around her neck to keep the front in place. 
Alex was already untying that strap and Karen shifted to allow him to lower 
the top of her outfit and bare her tits to his fingers. He started tracing 
the jaunty curves with his fingertips as he sawed his tongue in and out of 
her mouth and she set about unfastening the buttons on his shirt. It's been 
a long time since I undressed somebody who was stripping me, she thought as 
she nimbly undid the buttons of Alex's shirt. It's sort of sexy and I wish 
it happened more often. It was only because they'd eaten outside. Usually, 
when they got together in someone's house, everybody stripped right away, 
even before they chose partners. 

As soon as she got his shirt unbuttoned, she eased one sleeve down his arm. 
He lifted his hand from her tit and aided her in getting it free of the 
shirt, then worked the other hand free by himself. Karen ducked her head and 
seized on one of his tiny nipples with her teeth, making him moan with 
passion as she bit and sucked at the hardening nubbin. 

He started tugging on her nipples, stretching them to the utmost. As he 
squeezed the elongated buds, she ran one hand over his flat belly and began 
unbuckling his belt. In a moment or two she had his trousers open and her 
fingers were curling around the stiff bar of his cock, rolling it back and 
forth across his belly as she caressed the heavy shaft. 

Alex lifted her head and kissed her again, his tongue flirting with hers 
until she thrust it into his mouth, where he trapped and sucked on it. His 
fingers commenced kneading the pliant flesh of her tits, massaging the pert 
mounds vigorously as she continued stroking his throbbing cock. 

I wonder if Louis has discovered Deni doesn't believe in underwear? Karen 
thought. It must have been obvious to him the brunette hadn't been wearing a 
bra from the way her tits had moved as she'd walked, but Karen knew her best 
friend wouldn't be wearing panties, either. The only time Deni would wear 
anything under her clothes was when it was cold out and then she tended to 
don long Johns or pantyhose. 

Louis was just making that discovery. He had been caressing Deni's thighs as 
they had kissed and his hand had gradually worked its way up to the base of 
her abdomen, where he had encountered the silkiness of her pubic hair. Well, 
I'll be damned, he thought as he toyed with the curls surmounting the 
brunette's pussy while she opened his fly and extracted his stiff prick. 

Alex shifted and started working his hungry mouth over the pert mounds of 
Karen's tits. As his tongue laved at the heated hillocks, she opened her 
eyes and surveyed the room. Brenda's halter had been discarded and she was 
supporting herself over Jack's supine form as she dangled a heavy tit into 
his mouth and pumped her hand around the massive cock that rose from his 
open trousers. Next to them, Ben and Laurie were stripping themselves, the 
tall redhead's legs sticking straight up as she worked her linen slacks off. 
Both of them were bare to the waist already. 

Karen turned her head and saw that Sam's shirt was off and that he was 
easing Martha's blouse down her arms as he sucked greedily at one of her 
tits. To Karen's surprise, the mulatto girl was squeezing her other tit 
herself as she caressed the back of Sam's neck. I'll bet that's turning him 
on like crazy, Karen thought. She had been Sam's slave once, and all he had 
wanted her to do was masturbate before him. Karen had thought it was kinky, 
but she had done so, even to using a dildo in herself as he watched. He had 
finally jerked off as she'd driven the plastic cock into herself and his cum 
had splattered all over her tits. 

As Martha's blouse dropped to the floor, Sam started removing his trousers. 
The brown-skinned girl reached for the waistband of her own slacks, but 
before she could start removing them, Sam caught her hands and stopped her. 
"I'll do it," he whispered, and she allowed him to return one of her hands 
to a saucy tit and the other to his back. It didn't matter to Martha who 
took her slacks off; she knew they would be removed and she'd get screwed, 
so she could wait if that was how Sam wanted it. 

Karen let her head roll back the other way. Her father was working Brenda's 
shorts down her thick thighs and she was undoing his trousers as she shifted 
and fed a large tit to him. Ben had grabbed Laurie's ankles and was holding 
them together as he kissed the soles of her feet, which was making the tall 
redhead quiver and squeal with delight. Laurie claimed she'd found a couple 
of other Gemini women and that their feet were as sensitive as hers and 
Karen knew-as did the others in the group-that the redhead could cum if her 
feet were licked and kissed long enough. 

"Woooooooo," Deni squealed as Louis thrust two fingers into her vaginal 
passage and started scissoring them against the slick, hot walls. Her ass 
bounced up and down on the bean bag and she pumped her fisted hand faster 
around his cock. God, he's hung! she thought as she wormed her fingers into 
Louis' trousers and began rubbing his tightly-sacked balls. He still hadn't 
touched her tits with anything but his chest. 

Suddenly, he withdrew his hands from her body and commenced tearing at his 
clothes. Deni shoved her skirt off and began unbuttoning her blouse. Before 
she could get it off her arms, he was naked and drawing her to him, one of 
his arms circling her body as the other hand started circling the twin 
projectiles of her tits. His mouth claimed hers and she shuddered as she 
felt the bulbous head of his cock push between the already puffy lips of her 
cunt. 

Alex had all of one of Karen's tits in his mouth and was sucking lustily at 
the compact mound. At times Karen was sorry her tits weren't bigger, but she 
always remembered Ben had said more than a mouthful was surplus and she had 
enough to fill the mouth of anyone who wanted to suck her tits. And when 
they were being sucked, she felt sorry for girls like Brenda who couldn't 
know what it was like to have their entire tit submerged in a hotly sucking 
mouth. 

He started pushing at her one-piece outfit and Karen raised her ass into the 
air and used a hand to assist him in ridding her of it. I wonder if he's 
disappointed that I still have panties on? she asked herself as she doubled 
her legs back and allowed Alex to get her lounging suit over her feet. If he 
was, he gave no sign and as soon as the coverall was removed, he slipped his 
hand under the bikini panties and began stroking the heated slit of her 
pussy. Karen opened his trouser and worked them down as far as she could and 
Alex squirmed out of them, then reached a hand down to strip his sock off. 

She arched her ass into the air again, inviting him to rid her of the last 
garment she wore. To her delight, Alex swung between her legs and doubled 
them over her body as he worked the tiny panties off and his mouth moved 
across her belly as he bared her cunt. He kept her thighs pressed to her 
writhing torso as his hot mouth moved between the quivering legs and his 
tongue began to flail at her erect and throbbing clit. She tangled her 
fingers in his hair and pressed his hungry mouth closer to her cunt as she 
watched Ben throw Laurie's legs apart and drop upon her. 

"HHHIIIEEE!" Laurie cried and Karen knew Ben had drilled his big cock all 
the way into her with an initial penetration. She opened her eyes wider as 
Laurie wrapped her long legs around her partner and commenced to heave her 
hungry cunt up to receive his forceful thrusts. 

Louis was also moving, but he was maneuvering Deni, too. He rolled her over 
onto her belly and covered her squirming body with his as his cock slid 
under her and the head burrowed along her heated cunted. The brunette 
wriggled her shapely ass against his loins as he reached under her to cup 
her dangling tits. One of her hands reached down and grabbed his cock, 
steering it to the dilated opening of her twat. With a groan of delight, she 
hunched herself backward, pushing her twat around the massive cock until the 
mushroomy head reached the soft tip of her cervix. Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed as 
she ground her firm ass into his loins. 

Jack was working his trousers and shorts over his feet, but Brenda was too 
impatient to wait. She swung one of her legs across him and settled herself 
astride his hips, her hand catching his massive cock and steering it to the 
oozing hole of her twat. With a lusty sigh the chubby redhead sank her 
heated cunt over the towering prick. Jack got his clothing off and brought 
his hands around her body. From the way his arms were arranged, Karen could 
tell he was working one of his hands against the chubby girl's tits and that 
the other would be flicking against her swollen clit. Brenda was leaning 
forward, her hands against the water bed, and her ass rose high each time 
she lifted it, then slammed down as she impaled herself on the massive cock 
once again. 

Alex wormed one hand under her doubled legs and closed his fingers around 
the pert mound of a tit, while the other slid down and started caressing the 
full moons of her ass, the tips exploring the deep crack between the taut 
cheeks. As his tongue slashed across her clitoris, he began pushing a finger 
into her asshole, making her shudder with ecstasy. 

Her head rolled the other way and she watched as Sam worked Martha's slacks 
and panties off. The balding restaurateur was nipping at the mulatto's long, 
finely turned thighs and she was moaning in anticipation. Her clothes came 
over her feet and Sam urged her to stretch out full length on the chaise 
then lay next to her, with his feet pointing the opposite direction from 
hers. 

One of Martha's arms went over the curve of Sam's hips and started caressing 
the back of his thighs as he draped one of her legs over his shoulders and 
pressed his mouth to her heated, wet pussy. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!" Sam moaned and Karen knew that Martha had started using her 
mouth on his cock. She had played sixty-nine with Sam enough to know what 
Martha was feeling, an eager tongue slithering around her pussy and soft 
hands caressing the fullness of her ass. 

They rolled over, maneuvering carefully so they didn't fall off of the 
chaise lounge. Once Sam was on his back, Martha let her head drop until all 
of Sam's cock was in her mouth. Karen saw the mulatto's eyes widen, as if 
she were surprised to find herself with all of the erect prick in her mouth. 
She probably was; she had confessed, rather proudly, to the others at supper 
that she and her father were full members of the group and had recounted the 
details, including the fact she had sucked her first cock. Although she had 
wondered aloud about that, since the guy who had taken her cherry had put 
his cock in her mouth. But, considering how inexperienced she'd been then 
and how short a time the cock had been in her mouth, everybody agreed it 
hardly counted. 

Karen turned her head and saw Louis staring across the room at the chaise 
where his daughter was busily sucking the cock of the man who was licking 
her pussy. He sensed Karen's gaze on him and met her eyes, then winked as he 
continued poling his big cock into Deni's upturned cunt. Only one of his 
hands was on the brunette's tits and, although she couldn't see the other, 
Karen knew it was busy at Deni's cunt, strumming her erect clit as the big 
cock ran in and out of her pussy. Karen was glad she'd sprayed all the cloth 
in the room with moisture-proofing; there were going to be cum puddles in 
several parts of the room before the night was over. 

Alex stuck another finger into her asshole and drove his thumb into her twat 
as he sucked greedily at her swollen clit. She squeezed her tit in time to 
his squeezing of the other one and rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled 
his face against her cunt and brought her closer and closer to hard cum. 

Keep it up! she thought. Ohhhhh, make me cum this way, Alex. Make me cum! 

Suddenly he seized her swollen clit in his teeth and tugged at it. 
"HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Karen screamed, glad they had done the room with 
acoustic tile, even though there were no other near neighbors but Deni and 
Ben. She always felt hesitant about giving vocal proof of her cumming at the 
Wilsons because they did have neighbors. 

She was still shuddering through her cum when Alex levered himself over her 
and sank his cock into her swampy twat. He kept her legs doubled over her 
body and ground his loins into her hot, puffy-lipped cunt as he professed 
his mouth to her and thrust his tongue forward. She sucked wantonly on it as 
he drew back and rammed his cock into her again, grinding his loins to hers 
once more at the end of the stroke. That's right, she thought, fuck me hard 
and make me cum again. 

Her eyes had closed as she'd started cumming, but she could tell Laurie was 
getting her cum because she recognized the gurgling sounds that were filling 
the room. Then she heard Brenda commence a high keening sound and realized 
the chubby redhead was cumming, too. 

A moment later and Deni started uttering cries which signified she was 
getting her cookies crumbled. Then muffled grunts and moans from the other 
side of her told her that Martha was getting a mouthful of jism. 

Alex pounded away at her cunt, slamming his broad cock into her 
relentlessly. Karen sucked on his tongue and beat her heels against his ass 
as she sought to get off a second time. He was breathing hard into her 
mouth, and she realized he was about to unload his balls. Just a little 
more, she pleaded silently, just a little more, please. 

As if he were reading her mind, Alex continued to drive his cock into her 
writhing body. By the time he started jetting jism into her heated twat, 
Karen was ready to climax again and the feel of his cock pumping its load 
into her was enough to set her off. She raked at his shoulders with her 
nails as her twat convulsed around his embedded prick and he ground himself 
against her. 

OOOOOOHHHHHH! She thought. That's one of the best fucks you've ever given 
me, Alex. 

He collapsed upon her in a way that prevented her from lowering her legs, 
but she didn't care, her body was still rippling in a series of minor cums 
and she hugged him tighter as she felt the sex juices trickle out of her 
pussy and down the crack of her ass. Damn, she thought, why can't you fuck 
that way all the time? 

Alex finally rolled off of her and she opened her eyes and looked around. 
Brenda was still pumping herself on Jack's cock, but Laurie and Ben were on 
their sides, merely holding each other. Deni had pulled herself off Louis' 
cock and twisted around to kiss him again. Martha had lifted herself off of 
Sam and slipped to a seated position on the floor next to the chaise and her 
head was turned to kiss the balding restaurateur. 

It took a long time for them to return to the state where they wanted to 
move, and Brenda had pumped her way to a second cum by then. 

As she tumbled off of Jack to lie face down on the water bed, Ben asked: 
"What do you have to do to get a drink around here?" 

"Ask," Karen replied, sitting up and rising to her feet. She crossed the 
room to a corner and opened a door to reveal a small refrigerator with a 
collection of bottles and glasses over it. "Louis, you and Martha are the 
only people whose preference I don't know." 

"Rye for me," Louis answered. If you've got it." They did, and Karen mixed 
him a drink, then turned to Martha. She looked across the room at her father 
and he nodded that it was okay for her to have a real drink. 

"I don't know," Martha answered. "I've never had anything but beer and 
wine." 

"Screwdriver," Karen said, taking a pitcher full from the refrigerator. It 
was Brenda and Sam's drink, too, so she'd made plenty. Her father and Alex 
both wanted what Ben was drinking Deni came over to the small bar and began 
mixing Tequila Sunrises for herself and Laurie as Karen fixed a gin Bloody 
Mary for herself. 

"This must've cost you a bundle," Deni said, referring to the room. 

"Most of what I saved from working for Ben," the blonde admitted. "But I 
think it was worth it. And a lot of the stuff I got at discount houses." 

They put the drinks on a tray and distributed them, then seated themselves 
on a fluffy pillow to drink their own drinks. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

It was still early when they'd finished their round of drinks; a small 
window near the ceiling of the room showed that dusk had not completely 
fallen. Without being asked, and without asking, Karen and Deni mixed 
another round for everybody. "You're gonna have a lot of dirty glasses," 
Deni commented. 

Karen shrugged. "I'm gonna take 'em all over to your house and run 'em 
through the washer," she explained, adding: "That's another advantage of 
having you live next door." 

"Besides the fact that my father and I are sexy?" Deni teased. 

"Besides the fact your father and you are sexy," Karen agreed. 

Deni rolled her eyes in a gesture of pseudo-excitement. "Kiss me, you fool!" 
she exclaimed melodramatically. 

Playing along, Karen slipped an arm around the other girl and allowed her to 
lean back in a mock-swoon as she lowered her mouth to Deni's. They kissed 
lewdly for a moment and Karen caressed the older girl's tits for a brief 
instance before they broke apart, grinning at each other, to deliver the 
drinks. Karen noticed that Martha took hers with a dubious look. "Don't 
worry," she assure the mulatto, "it's early. And screwing will sober you up 
some." 

"Go ahead, baby," Louis said. "I'll have plenty of help if you have to be 
carried out to the car. And I guess we could get a cup of coffee to sober 
you up if we needed one." 

Martha sipped at the orange juice and vodka and smiled. Karen was glad there 
was no self-consciousness about the girl; she was sitting on the floor next 
to the chaise where she'd played sixty-nine with Sam and her entire body was 
on display to anyone who cared to look at her. It wouldn't have done the 
mood of the group much good if Martha had been inhibited, if she had tried 
to hide her pussy when she wasn't involved sexually. 

I wonder just how uninhibited she is? Karen asked herself. 

She wasn't the only one wondering that. "Martha, have you ever fooled around 
with another girl?" Laurie asked suddenly. 

"No! Of course not," the mulatto replied. "What do you think I am?" 

"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest you were gay," Laurie was quick to assure her. 
"None of us are, but the rest of us girls've all had sex together." 

"You have?" Martha asked, her surprise evident. 

"Sure," Deni answered for Laurie. "Sometimes when two of us are with one 
man, so neither gets left out. But sometimes, too, when there wasn't any man 
around. Karen and I taught Brenda about sex when we were getting her and 
Alex into the group." 

"In fact," Alex added, "the first I knew about what the Hall's and the 
Lewis's were doing came after I caught Karen and Deni and Brenda in bed 
together having sex. I thought all three of them were virgins and I balled 
them. Most fun I've ever had in my life-three horny girls and me." 

"Well, I've never done anything with a girl," Martha replied somewhat 
defensively. Then her voice softened a little. "But I guess if you've all 
done it, it couldn't be bad. I mean, it could hardly be worse than fucking 
your own father. I ... I just don't know whether I could or not." 

"Think you could let a woman make love to you?" Laurie challenged. 

Martha gulped. "Do you mean you want to make love to me?" 

"Yes," Laurie replied. 

There was a long silence and Karen found herself holding her breath as she 
waited for Martha's reply. Looking around the room, she could sense the 
expectation that had arisen among the men. The silence continued as Martha 
turned her eyes toward her father. "It's up to you," Louis said. 

"Wha ... what about Alex?" Martha almost whispered. 

Before he had a chance to say anything, Laurie said: "I'm sure Alex wouldn't 
mind if you did him with your mouth while I was eating you. And whoever 
would be doing me wouldn't have any trouble; they'd just do it to me 
dog-fashion." 

"Lots of times we've put on shows for the dads," Brenda piped up. "Men get 
really turned on watching two girls do each other or watching one girl do 
another! I'll bet your dad got excited watching Deni and Karen fool around 
just from the idea." 

"Not really," Louis countered. "But I knew they were just clowning, it would 
be different if Laurie was really making love to Martha." 

All eyes were on the nubile mulatto. She gulped again, then said:"Well, I 
could try." 

Laurie rose and held out her hand to the other girl. "Let's get on the water 
bed and get started then." Addressing Alex, she added: "Don't move in on us 
until I start eating Martha. Okay?" 

As Martha rose and started toward the other girl, Karen shifted until she 
was sitting next to Louis. "You and I can be on the water bed, too. It might 
make it easier for Martha if you were where you could caress her when she 
was getting head from a girl the first time." 

Louis slipped an arm around her and started fondling one of her tits as she 
nodded agreement. 

"Brenda," Ben suggested, "if you get on top of Sam, Deni can ride me and the 
two of you can neck with each other." 

"It's okay with me," the chubby redhead answered and Sam nodded his 
agreement. As Deni moved to cuddle up next to her father, Sam and Brenda 
moved over until they were close to them. The two men who were going to be 
joining Martha and Laurie moved to the edge of the water bed and perched on 
the frame as Karen and Louis scooted across the floor to a better vantage 
point. 

Martha entered the water bed on her knees, as Laurie had done. The older 
girl caught the mulatto by her shoulders and drew her closer, then lowered 
her mouth to the other girl's. Everyone knew when Laurie's tongue entered 
Martha's mouth, for she started to tremble at the lasciviousness of the 
kiss. Then Laurie slipped her hand down from Martha's shoulders to her tits 
and started caressing them as Martha's arms, as if of their own volition, 
rose and she hugged Laurie tighter to her. Her hands roamed over Laurie's 
back as the other girl began flexing her strong fingers against the gourd 
like tits of the younger girl. 

Louis' hand tightened on Karen's tit and she dropped a hand to his groin and 
curled her fingers around his stiffening cock. Resting her head on his 
shoulder, she whispered:" You know all of us have had cocks up our asses?" 
He nodded and she continued: "Well, I like it there better than the others 
do. I'd really like it if you did me that way. And I could neck with Alex if 
you did." 

"You'll get it there, then," the handsome mulatto male assured her, causing 
her pussy to grow damper. She sped up the pumping of her hand around his 
cock, knowing there was no chance she could make him cum that way and also 
knowing he would enjoy the sensations she would create by her fondling of 
his cock. 

On the water bed, Laurie was maneuvering Martha to a reclining position and 
settling atop her. Abandoning the younger girl's tits for a moment, the 
redhead adjusted Martha's legs until her knees were elevated and canted 
outward and her heels were against her already squirming ass. This brought 
their cunts into close contact and Laurie ground her pussy into the soggy 
maw of the other girls' vaginal area, making Martha tighten her embrace. 

Laurie lifted her head a little and teased Martha's tongue out of her mouth, 
then dueled her tongue against it in the air. She could tell the other girl 
was getting excited by what was going on, but whether it was because of what 
was being done to her or the fact that she was putting on an exhibition for 
the others was still not clear. 

She felt Martha's hands voyage lower on her body until the mulatto was 
caressing the taut mounds of her ass and pressing her cunt downward to rub 
more firmly against her own up-tilted cunt. At that point, she wedged her 
hands between them and resumed her caressing of Martha's tits, feeling the 
nipples swell as her tits themselves seemed to grow. 

To Laurie's delight, as she withdrew her tongue into her mouth, Martha's 
followed it. She kept her head up long enough for the other's to see 
Martha's tongue enter the heat and warmth of her mouth, then lowered her 
lips to the other girl's once more. As she did so, she commenced tweaking 
and squeezing the younger girl's nipples, making Martha's hips undulate with 
greater desire against her own. 

Louis reached his other hand across his body and closed it over Karen's free 
tit, brushing his thumb across her swelling nipple. Deni was sitting between 
her father's spread legs and he had a hand against her pussy and a finger 
inside of it while his other hand was circling her tits. Sam and Brenda were 
using their hands on each other and, as Karen shifted her eyes to the end of 
the water bed, she saw that her own father was stroking his cock slowly 
while watching the two girls as they performed their lewd act for the 
benefit of the watchers. 

Laurie would've loved to have hours to spend kissing Martha, who was getting 
much more into the spirit of the Sapphic act than either of them had 
expected her to, but she knew the others would be impatient if she spent as 
long as she wanted in just kissing Martha while practicing tribalism. 
Reluctantly, she broke the union of their lips and pushed herself up on her 
knees and elbows. With her hands still cupping Martha's tit, she rocked back 
as she ran her mouth down the corded throat of the reclining girl. 

"OOOHHHHHH!" Martha moaned as Laurie's hot mouth began moving around her 
tits. 

Her hand wandered over the other girl's back and, when Laurie whispered: 
"Play with my tits!" she hesitated only a moment before reaching between 
them and closing her hands on the saucy mounds dangling over her lower ribs. 
As she tightened her finger against the pliant mounds, Laurie began tonguing 
an erect nipple and Martha gasped again with delight. 

The water bed dipped as Jack entered it and started caressing the kneeling 
girl's trim ass. Laurie wriggled her hips about as a sign that she didn't 
need any additional stimulation but gave up when Jack didn't move his hand. 
If he wanted to caress her, she wasn't going to stop him. 

"HHHHAAAAAAA!" Martha sighed as one of her tits was drawn completely into 
Laurie's hot mouth. The tongue slashed across it and she shuddered and 
squeezed the other girl's tits harder. Sometime I'm going to try this when 
there's just me and a girl involved, Martha promised herself. If the others 
like it, there can't be anything unpleasant about doing it. 

Laurie worked her mouth around Martha's tits for several minutes, then 
started them working lower, licking and nibbling at the mulatto's rippling 
belly. The water bed dipped again as Alex got onto it and offered Martha his 
mouth Jesus, the teenager thought, this is the wildest! I love it! I really 
do. 

Martha couldn't reach Laurie's tits without straining, so she abandoned them 
and used one hand to fondle Alex's stiff cock while the other caressed the 
top of Laurie's head. 

Jack's hand slipped between Laurie's thighs and commenced to caress her 
pussy, which was already dripping fluids so excited was the young woman. 

She shifted her mouth to the inner surface of one of the mulatto's thighs 
and continued kissing and biting at her succulent flesh. Martha moaned 
against Alex's mouth and pumped her hand faster around his stiff cock as she 
felt the heat of Laurie's breath on her gaped pussy. Golly, she really is 
going to do it to me, Martha thought. 

The water bed dipped for the third time and Martha tore her lips from 
Alex's, then turned her head to see Karen kneeling beside her with her 
father poised behind the bowed body of the blonde. Her eyes met her father's 
and he winked at her as she undulated ecstatically under the stimulation of 
Laurie's mouth and hands, one of which had returned to her tits and the 
other which was caressing the quivering mounds of her squirming buttocks. 
"Are you liking it, baby?" Louis asked. Martha didn't trust herself to 
speak, but she nodded her head vigorously. 

"Ooooohhhhh," Laurie moaned suddenly and everyone knew Jack had thrust his 
cock into her heated twat. His hands were on the taut surfaces of her 
buttocks and she wiggled her hips lewdly as he pushed his massive cock 
deeper into her writhing body. 

Alex caught Martha's shoulders and lifted them, then slid his body under 
her. The excited mulatto turned her head and saw his cock pointing at her 
and seized it in one hand as she felt a hot tongue push into the heated 
depths of her cuntal furrow. An almost electric thrill coursed through her 
and she cried out her delight as Laurie's tutored tongue flicked against the 
straining bud of her clitoris. 

Using her hand to guide Alex's cock, she commenced to lick at the bulbous 
head. He reached down and closed a hand around one of her tits as Laurie 
slipped both of her hands under Martha's quivering buttocks and lifted her 
midsection into the air to make her pussy more accessible. The knowing 
tongue slithered up and down between the puffy lips of her cunt and Martha 
snorted with delight as she licked frenziedly at the underside of Alex's 
cock. 

"OOOOOOOOOOHH!" Karen squealed suddenly. "OH! YEEESSSSSSSS, Louis, 
YESSSSSSSSS! Do that, do THAT!" 

"Wha ... what's he doing?" Martha mumbled, her lips and tongue still busy at 
Alex's stiff prick. 

"He's tonguing her asshole," came Jack's voice. Ooohhhhh, Martha thought, 
how perverted. But is it? she asked herself immediately. No, I guess it 
isn't, she concluded, not if it makes Karen feel as good as she sounded like 
she feels. 

Karen's mouth was sealed by Alex's and he reached under her to cup one of 
her dangling tits, squeezing it the way he was doing to Martha's tit. Karen 
braced herself on her forearms and angled one until the hand was cupped over 
Martha's free tit, with the erect nipple sticking up between two of her 
fingers so it was stimulated each time Karen flexed her fingers. 

God, the nubile blond thought, Louis likes tonguing asses as much as Ben 
does. And he does it just as well. She could feel the puckered opening of 
her asshole spreading under the pressure of Louis' tongue and she jerked her 
hips spasmodically as he put his hand on her pussy and thrust two fingers 
into the clutching tunnel of her vagina. 

Martha reached a hand blindly behind her and encountered Karen's other tit 
and commenced caressing it as she brought her mouth back to the head of 
Alex's cock and slipped it into the heat of her mouth. "UUUUUUNNNNHHH!" she 
heard him groan against Karen's mouth as she sucked wantonly on the spongy 
glands of his cock. 

The water bed dipped as Louis pulled his face from the crack of Karen's ass 
and came up on his knees behind her. She shifted her ass down a little when 
he pressed the small of her back. As she felt the broad head of his cock 
nudge against the puckered rosette of her anus, she tightened her hold on 
Martha's tit. 

Louis' right hand went under Karen and commenced massaging her engorged mons 
veneris and upper cunt as he pushed his big cock forward. For a moment there 
was resistance to his pressure but then the anal sphincter yielded and he 
sighed with pleasure as he felt the spongy head of his cock embed itself in 
the heat of the writhing girl's rectum. Since Martha and Alex were caressing 
Karen's tits, it left Louis with a hand free and he started stroking his 
daughter's thigh with it as Laurie continued to work her greedy mouth 
against Martha's sopping pussy. 

One of Martha's legs rose and crossed over Laurie's back to press the 
redhead's face tighter to the heated wetness of her cunt. Jack draped 
himself over Laurie's curved body and seized Martha's big toe in his mouth, 
sucking on it as he reached under Laurie and started caressing her untouched 
tit and the upper part of her cunt. Laurie moaned with delight and worked 
her tongue up and down Martha's heated cuntal furrow at a faster tempo as 
the younger girl's ass squirmed in her hands. 

"Jesus! Ohhhhhh, Jesus Jesus Jeeeeeeeeesusssssssss!" Martha thought as she 
started her head to bobbing over Alex's stiff cock. This has got to feel 
better than anything I've ever experienced. Oohhhhh, this is too much! I'm 
gonna cummmmmm! 

Laurie felt the increased tremors in Martha's writhing young body and 
shifted her mouth, centering it over the girl's spasming twat, then started 
sucking lewdly as Martha's cuntal fluid began to flow copiously. Godddddddd! 
Martha thought, she's sucking my cum! How can she stand to do it? She must 
like it or she wouldn't be doing it, but ...! 

Suddenly, Laurie's tongue shot forward, drilling as deep into the younger 
girl's vaginal tunnel as she could. As she wiggled her tongue around inside 
of Martha's twat, she ground her ass against Jack's hammering loins. 

Louis looked down at Karen's perfect little bottom and thrilled as she 
watched his broad cock pushing deeper and deeper into the dry heat of her 
rectum. She was wiggling her buttocks and heaving them back to him as he 
strummed her swollen clit and she was about to cum herself. Alex was 
pinching her nipple and sucking voraciously on her tongue and Karen twisted 
Martha's tit as her ass was buffeted by Louis' driving rod. Shit! Karen 
thought. Oh! Shitttttttt! It's so good this time, sooooo gooooodddddddd! 

Jack squeezed Laurie's tit and massaged her engorged mons veneris as she 
stroked his massive cock in and out of her heated snatch. He could tell she 
was close to cumming and he ran his cock into her farther and harder as he 
sucked lewdly on Martha's toe and watched her head move back and forth over 
Alex's cock. 

Martha's lips brushed against the wiry hairs in Alex's loins and shuddered 
harder as Laurie's tongue continued sawing in and out of her cunt. I didn't 
know I could cum like this, one time right after another, she thought as her 
belly rippled again in orgasm. Perspiration coated her writhing body and she 
grunted deep in her throat as she sucked harder on the stiff cock in her 
mouth while squeezing Karen's tit. 

Off the bed, Deni and Brenda were locked in a passionate embrace as they 
lifted and lowered themselves over the stiff cocks on which they had impaled 
themselves. Brenda's tongue was in the other girl's mouth and Deni sucked 
wantonly on it as she and the chubby redhead caressed each other's tits 
hungrily. Their cunts made squishy sounds as their hips rose and fell 
effortlessly over the throbbing pricks of the men they were screwing. 

Both Sam and Ben were fingering a swollen clitoris, but each was touching 
the other's partner. Deni ground her soggy cunt into her father's loins and 
Sam clenched his buttocks as he rammed his hips up to meet Brenda's 
descending pussy. 

The four of them had watched the action on the water bed until they had been 
unable to stand mere voyeuristic pleasure and each other's caresses any 
longer. Then the men had stretched out and their girls had swung atop them 
and stuffed their pussies with hard cock. They had started to kiss each 
other even as they had begun lowering themselves onto the towering erections 
of their partners. 

Brenda pulled her tongue from Deni's mouth and shifted, her head ducking as 
she lifted one of the other girl's tits. "Ohhhhh! Suck it, Brenda, suck my 
tit," Deni crooned as she tweaked the heavy set girl's nipples. She rocked 
her pelvis back and forth as she lifted and lowered herself over the 
throbbing cock in her twat and worked her vaginal muscles around her 
father's prick. 

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, your cock is so wonderful," Deni moaned as she slammed her 
twat down over it again and again. She was halfway in love with Jack, but 
she still liked fucking her father best of all. Actually, this was true for 
all the girls. 

With her mouth busy on one of Deni's tits, Brenda had a free hand. She 
reached around the voluptuous brunette's body and began caressing the taut 
flesh of her ass, then sent her fingers questing into the deep cleavage 
between the firm cheeks. "EEEEEEEEE!" Deni squealed as Brenda drove a finger 
into her asshole. 

Laurie was sucking hungrily at Martha's convulsing pussy once more and the 
mulatto was grinding her cunt into the other girl's face as she sucked 
harder at the straining cock in her mouth. Alex was exploring the interior 
of Karen's mouth with his tongue and she was wriggling frantically on the 
big cock in her ass as she sought to cum. Jack's belly slapped against 
Laurie's squirming buttocks as he raced towards his cum and Louis was 
gulping hard and about to shoot off himself. 

"Suck, Martha, succckkk!" Alex cried, wrenching his mouth free from Karen's 
as he started jetting gob after gob of hot semen into the mulatto's lewdly 
working mouth. Martha swallowed frantically and sucked even harder as her 
own juices poured into Laurie's greedy mouth. 

The knowledge that his daughter was swallowing another man's cum was enough 
to set Louis off. "AAAA WWWWWWW!" he cried as he started flooding Karen's 
bowl with jism. He ground his loins into her quivering buttocks and 
tightened his hands on her shuddering body. 

"HHHHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Karen screamed as her cuntal fluid poured over the 
fingers Louis had been sawing in and out of her twat. She twisted Martha's 
tit violently as her own tits were squeezed. 

Hearing the orgasmic cries of the others set Jack off and his massive cock 
jerked inside of Laurie's convulsing cunt as it spurted its load into the 
redhead's writhing body. Laurie grunted as her thighs grew wetter from the 
cum oozing out of her pussy. She sucked harder at Martha's cunt and wished 
that the wild sex-session could go on and on and on, although she knew it 
was about to end. 

"HHHHHAAAAAAA!" Sam cried as Brenda's twat received his load. Brenda had her 
mouth filled with Deni's tit and couldn't make any sound but she was 
cumming, too. And, Deni was screaming loud enough for both girls as Ben shot 
off into her pulsating twat. 

"Dammmmmnnnnn!" the druggist cried. 

For several minutes no one made a sound except for rasping breath. The two 
girls who had been riding their partners had fallen away from them and the 
group on the water bed had collapsed into a tangled heap. 

Finally they untangled themselves. "Ohhhhh," Martha sighed, clutching her 
stomach, "I think I came so hard I busted something inside." 

Brenda chuckled. "You'll be ready to fuck again in half an hour," she 
assured her friend. 

"I don't know about that," Martha retorted. "It might take forty-five 
minutes." 

Her statement produced a laugh from everyone. 

"Hey, Martha," Karen asked, "you want to spend tomorrow with Ben and I?" 

"I'd like to," the girl answered. "But what would Daddy do?" 

"He could come visit Sam and I," Laurie invited. 

"Don't you worry about me, baby," Louis assured his daughter. "I've had more 
sex so far this week than I was getting in a couple of months, earlier." 

"And, I'll come spend Friday night at your place," Karen offered to Martha. 
"We can both take care of your father then." 

"Spend tomorrow night with her and Ben," Louis suggested in a voice that 
showed his anxiousness to have another girl in bed with him and his 
daughter. 

"Okay," Martha replied. I'll have to do her, she thought. Well, I won't HAVE 
to, but I will. If there's her and me and Ben, there'll be times when if I 
don't do her she won't be getting anything. I just hope I can handle eating 
her. But, as she recalled that Karen had eaten pussy before, as had Brenda 
and Deni, she was sure she could put her mouth to another girl's cunt. It'll 
just be different, she told herself, but no worse than having a man shoot 
off in my mouth. 

"There's ways two girls and one guy can make it that don't require sex 
between the girls," Ben assured her. "We can teach you those if you've got 
any hesitation about doing- things to Karen." 

"I ... I don't know whether I do or not," Martha replied. 

"You will be at the lake Sunday, though?" Laurie inquired. 

"Oh, sure, we'll be there," Martha answered for them. 

Alex was starting to get into his clothes. "Who's coming home with me?" he 
asked. 

"I guess I am, Daddy," Brenda said as she crawled towards her clothes. 

Ten minutes later, there was no one in the room but Karen and her father. 
Deni had taken the glasses with her and promised to return them when she 
came to get Jack for work the next morning. 

"Well, Daddy," the nubile blonde said as she looked at her father, "are you 
going to sleep by yourself tonight, or shall I come in after I've showered?" 

He slipped his arm around her and fondled her pert little ass as he 
answered: "Why don't we decide whose bed to use after we get out of the 
shower?" 

Karen thought that was a good idea and said so. With their arms around each 
to her, they went up the stairs ... 


THE END
