The Family Vacation Book II
by Linda Jeanreaux


FOREWORD

It was only the second day of Barbara's vacation, and already she was beginning to 
wonder about her treasured virtue. On that first day, and on the day preceding the vacation, 
she'd innocently allowed herself to consume alcohol in great quantities, and since she'd never 
permitted herself that freedom, her mind had become somewhat befuddled--not capable of 
separating fantasies and dreams from actual events.

Oh, she was no longer under the influence of alcohol, at least not at the moment, and her 
mind was as sharp and clear as it had always been, yet fragmentations of information stored 
away in her id caused her to wonder. Could the sensual and sinful flashes she experienced in 
her mind from time to time be those of dreams?--maybe those of fantasy?--maybe those of 
drunkenness?--maybe a combination of them all?--or could she have, in a drukened and 
weakened state, actually yielded to some suppressed sexual urge of which she was unaware?

Barbara just couldn't bring herself to believe that she'd given her body to someone other 
than her husband, not even in drunkenness; however, even if it did happen, it was too late to 
do anything about correcting her behavior--that was in the past and this was now.

Bill and Polly had gone into town to shop, but after Barbara's husband and her older 
daughter had left on a fishing venture which Barbara felt would turn out to be anything 
except a fishing event. Frank had ogled Susan's near nakedness with hot desire before they 
finally picked up the fishing tackle and hurried out of the house in a frantic effort to disappear
from their presence, then Barbara could almost sense what would happen between them.

She found herself alone in the vacation home when Susan's husband and her younger 
daughter went down to the lake to swim, then, after finishing the housework, sat on the side 
of her bed to rest. From her window she saw Tom and Venus splashing in the cool water of the
lake and decided to join them. After she'd donned the flimsy bikini Frank had given her and 
had run down to the lake, she found her son-in-law and her young daughter in a small 
clearing beside the lake, and what they were doing to each other was sinful and forbidden.

Afraid that they may see her, she slipped back into the bushes and crouched to watch 
them, then before she realized the sensual effect they were having on her morals, she'd 
removed her bikini to become involved with herself in another fantasy. She became so 
involved with her caressing hands and attentive fingers, in fact, that she failed to hear the two 
bearded men when they approached her, and it wasn't until she heard hard, raspy breathing 
that she was aware of their presence, then it was too late.

They led her to their cabin on the other side of the lake, using forceful tactics as they 
introduced her to sadistic but wanton, very sensual pleasures she'd never realized possible.

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CHAPTER ONE

Frank stared at the voluptuous, redheaded sex kitten in his arms, wondering how the hell 
he could've become so involved with his own daughter-in-law. Her sensual lips pouted sinfully
as the soft rise of her pubic mound pressed anxiously at his limp but swollen cockmeat 
through the material of her tight slacks, then he kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, but it was 
a good night kiss, also. Actually, a good morning kiss may more correctly describe it--they'd 
been down at the lake for most of the night and the eastern sky was beginning to lighten 
because of the approaching sun.

"Mum-m-m... Frank... let's go back to the lake and finish what we started... please!" she 
snuggled much closer to him, then her insatiable crotch began to caress at his cock in a back 
and forth churning motion, trying to induce the extreme hardness she'd felt a little earlier.

"I want you so much! God, I'd have never committed myself if I weren't willing and didn't 
need you."

"I know, Polly, and I'm. glad of your desire to be with me like that--sexually, I mean. You're 
so youthful and warm, so vibrant and enticing, so beautiful and sensual, and I wanted you so 
much; I don't know what happened to me out there at the lake, but I must ask you to forgive 
me," He groaned disgustedly as he stared down into her sparkling green eyes, remembering 
that she'd opened herself to him while sprawled out on his outstretched clothes. He'd even 
crawled anxiously between the warm creaminess of those gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old 
thighs to penetrate the willing cleft of her desire-drenched, red-haired pudenda before losing 
his hard-on.

"I guess I was thinking of our unsuspecting mates instead of you, and I'm truly sorry for 
what happened. I'll try to be the man you want me to be if there's ever a next time for us, I 
promise."

"Oh, there'll be a next time; I'll make sure of that," she moaned deeply as her swollen mons
veneris caressed his crotch. Then she remembered his stiff, seven-inch prick as it pushed into 
the seething depths of her uterus before becoming nothing but a limp piece of cockmeat 
against her pulsating tissues. "But I think you worry too much about out mates; they'd enjoy 
having the opportunity you and I had together, don't you know that?"

"Maybe, but I doubt it," he smiled down at her. "Barbara and I have been married for only 
a year, but she's certainly been the wife I wanted her to be; she'd cheat on me no more than 
Bill would cheat on you."

"I really can't speak for Barbara because she passed out at her birthday party a few hours 
ago; however, if I remember correctly, she was in the process of performing a little striptease 
act for all of us." Her sweet voice took on a teasing tone as she winked at him very 
suggestively. "I know for a fact that my husband and Tom's beautiful, brown-haired wife went 
for a walk at the same time you and I did, and if you think your son was with her only for the 
walk then you're more naive than I think you are."

"Jesus, Polly, surely you don't think Bill would... "

"I know he would," she interrupted, then offered a suggestion. "Why don't you give 
Barbara a free rein while we're on vacation and observe her actions?"

"Maybe I will, but I don't think she's capable of doing me any wrong," he smiled 
confidently into his daughter-in-law's wanton eyes. "This is Barbara's vacation, the vacation to 
celebrate her fortieth birthday and our first anniversary; she could never yield to the desires of
someone else. Besides, there's no one here to whom she could yield except her own stepson 
and son-in-law, and that would be impossible for Barbara; she's much too virtuous for that."

"Give her free rein and we'll certainly find out, won't we?" her voice was sinfully sweet and 
she snuggled much closer to him. "In the meantime I'll be figuring a way to get the two of us 
alone like we were tonight, okay?"

"Okay, but I still think you're wrong about your husband and my wife," he found himself 
pleading their case, then couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her sensual lips just one more 
time before saying good night. "Good night, sweetheart, I'll get with you later."

"Yeah, later!" she purred, then pressed the softness of her willing pubic mound hard 
against his crotch. "Kiss me again, and put a little meaning into this one, please!"

His mouth opened and lowered to meet hers, then, as the tip of his tongue teased at the 
soft, yielding, inner lining of her lips, his hands caressed their way down her back to cup the 
tempting mounds of her slightly rotating assflesh. He kneaded her sensual softness and pulled
her needful crotch to his own as their jabbing tongues plunged deeper and deeper into sinful 
submissiveness, then he gently pushed her away from him.

"You're wonderful, sweetheart," he assured her with a knowing smile. "Now, before I return
to my unsuspecting wife, why don't we find out if Bill and Sue have returned from their walk?" 
She opened the door to her bedroom and peered at her sleeping husband, the smiled up into
Frank's wondering eyes. "Your son is sleeping like a baby, but there's a mysterious smile of 
satisfied accomplishment on his lips; I think they did much more than just take a walk in the 
woods," she teased at Frank with her soft words, then became more serious. "You and I are the
only ones awake right now; we can do whatever we want and no one will suspect anything."

"I think we'd better go to our mates while we have the chance," he suggested and pushed 
her lovingly through the open door. "Besides, you've already promised another time for the 
two of us."

"You can count on that," she smiled sweetly, then closed the door between them.

Frank shook his head as he crossed the huge room to his own bedroom, still wondering 
how he could've allowed his daughter-in-law to get under his skin. They'd left the house to go
on their walk beneath the light of the full moon, a walk which had certainly started out 
innocent enough, but when they approached the lake and all that glittering moonlight, 
innocence suddenly became hot, wanton temptation.

He'd stood there ogling as Polly lifted the sweater over her head and tossed it to the 
ground, baring those braless, lovely mounds of gloriously jiggling tittie flesh to his astounded 
eyes, then, as if that weren't temptation enough, she slipped out of her slacks, also. God, he'd 
never seen such alluring nakedness in his life; that voluptuous body with those upturned 
breasts and that sensuously eminent pudenda had sinfully and delightfully modeled itself 
before him in the greatest temptation he'd ever known.

His cock soared to a surging hardness faster than ever before, then, when she came into 
his arms to offer her wanting lips, along with the rest of her body, he found himself removing 
his clothes to spread them on the ground. He'd watched as she sprawled out on his clothes to
open her lithe body for his pleasure. Then, before he realized what was happening, he'd 
crawled between her parted thighs to slip seven inches of hard cock into her hot and willing 
pussy.

He shivered as he reached for the knob on his bedroom door, remembering that, when his
thoughts had turned to Barbara and Bill instead of the lovely pussy he was about to fuck, his 
hard-on just seemed to vanish. He suddenly wondered if there would really be a next time 
with his sexy daughter-in-law, then, hoping he would have the chance to prove himself with 
her, he opened the door and slipped into his bedroom.

He glanced at the bed to see his beautiful wife sprawled out on the covers in a sort of 
spread eagle, gloriously naked with one hand draped over the soft rise of her black-haired 
pussy, then he wondered why she was naked. He and Bill had put her into bed fully clothed, 
then they'd gone out to join the others.

He suddenly remembered that Barbara was in the process of performing a little striptease 
act at the very height of her birthday party; however, she'd passed out before removing even 
one piece of her clothing. He tried to remember her exact words, but couldn't; she'd said 
something about life beginning at forty and that it began gloriously naked, then, after 
mentioning that she was about to be born into the world, invited them to watch her birth. 
She'd stood among them very anxiously, then, after her face had turned white from too much 
alcohol, she'd folded onto the table before her.

Frank sidled up to the edge of the bed, then noticed that her middle finger was buried in 
the sensual slot of her sinfully gaping pudenda. It wasn't penetrating her vagina, but it was 
lying deep enough into her vulva to assure him that she'd been masturbating. He smiled 
lovingly, then frowned at the thought of Barbara playing with herself while he was sinfully 
seeking the pleasures of Polly's willing crotch.

His cock began to throb with desire as he tried to figure out Barbara's nakedness, then it 
began to press at the material of his pants. She must've awaken and stripped for the audience
which was no longer in her midst, then, finding herself all alone, came back into her room and 
masturbated.

He began to remove his clothing as his cock stiffened anxiously, then he noticed the 
several puddles of dried stickiness on the covers. Jesus, had his lovely wife actually spilled that 
much pussy cream in his absence? It was virtually an impossibility, yet the evidence was 
certainly there; she must've been hotter than a firecracker to waste that much cum.

He slipped off his shoes and socks to become as naked as his wife, then crawled into bed 
beside her and removed her hand from her passion-juiced pussy. He glared at her open 
crotch as his cock soared to completeness, then wondered, once again, how Polly could even 
tempt him with her overheated snatch.

He eased between his wife's open thighs and grasped her beneath the knees, then raised 
upward and pushed them wide, opening the slit of her tempting twat. He guided his pisshole 
into the warm slushiness of her cuntal tissues to press anxiously at her sleeping but exciting 
fuckhole, then his pelvis pressed forward to slip his engorged cockhead into the quivering 
center of her vaginal lips. He felt them tremble, then pushed into the depths of her sleeping 
belly.

"Oh... Tom... my darling... you're much too anxious," he heard his wife groan in sleepy 
delirium as her legs surrounded his buttocks and pulled him deeper into her. "You've already 
fucked me one time tonight... isn't it time you fucked Venus? She's a very lovely little virgin."

"Yes, I know; I've already fucked her," Frank groaned an answer for Tom, wondering why 
he'd even answered her stupid question. She wasn't even aware his prick had penetrated her 
pussy; she was dreaming of Tom and her daughter. He throbbed inside her cuntal sheath as 
he thought about her dreams of another's cock, especially the nine-inch monster between her
son-in-law's thighs, then he began to push in and out of her cunt with a kind of mysterious 
lust; she was dreaming of Tom, but it was Frank's cock which was driving back and forth into 
her belly. "I'm now in the process of fucking you one more time."

"Fuck me, my darling, but don't let my husband catch you; he wouldn't understand our 
needs for each other," she sighed sleepily, then her willing crotch churned up at Frank's 
thrusting cockmeat. "He'd never understand our being together like this."

"No, I don't think he would understand our being together," Frank groaned as he 
pounded into his wife's anxious crotch, his nuts tightening with cum as he tried to 
comprehend her sensual dream. Were the spotches on the covers actually from his wife's own 
secretions?--or had she, in fact, allowed Tom to penetrate her hot depths? Had Tom 
deflowered his beautiful stepdaughter on his wife's bed, also? There were certainly enough 
splotches of cum to account for the three of them being together, but he couldn't be 
sure--maybe Barbara was only having a dream, after all. "Fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me before 
your husband finds out about us."

Barbara's crotch suddenly churned into a furious action, then Frank unloaded in his wife's 
spasming depths, his hot cum spurting into the boiling cauldron of her belly. Her eyes 
fluttered open in ecstasy, then, realizing she'd made the dreadful mistake of calling out Tom's 
name, even moaning the words that he'd already fucked her, the blood drained from her face 
to leave it as white as the sheets on the bed.

She gasped in frustration and stared somewhat guiltily into his wondering eyes, then grasp
him much tighter with her legs and pulled him down to her nakedness, allowing her 
undulating crotch to churn more sensual as the spasming membranes of her contracting 
cuntal sheath milked and sucked at his throbbing cock like a vacuum pump. She must 
somehow fake her sinful actions and previous words of self entrapment; she must make him 
think that she'd been dreaming, and really, maybe it was just a dream, after all--she couldn't 
be sure about what happened after she'd passed out, especially with all that alcohol in her 
system.

"Oh... Frank... my darling... I'm so glad you're here and that it's you fucking me," she sighed
and cuddled closer to him, trying to appear happy and relieved as he rotating buttocks 
corkscrewed anxiously upward. "I was having a terrible dream... a... a very sinful dream about 
someone else fucking me. It was so vulgar... so dirty... so ungodly... not like me at all. Oh... 
darling... forgive me for even dreaming such a dreadful thing... please!"

There's nothing to forgive, sweetheart. Knowing that you could never fuck anyone else, 
especially your own son-in-law, I realized you were only having a dream," he smiled down into
her eyes as their mingled cum squished from the grasping tightness of her cuntal tissues to 
flood the sensual valley of her beautiful asscheeks, then he wondered about his wife's virtue 
and honesty, praying that her pussy still belonged to him, only. Polly's red-haired pudenda 
suddenly flashed across his mind, then he realized that his lovely wife had been freed to fuck 
anyone she wanted, even her son-in-law; however, because of his wife's virtuousness, he 
realized, also, she could never become so sinful and wanton. "The only thing which puzzles me
about all this is your nakedness. Bill and I put you into your bed but we certainly didn't 
remove your clothes, nor did we put your finger inside your pussy and make you cum all over 
the covers. Jesus, baby, you must've induced several orgasms with that sinful little finger; I've 
never seen so much cum on anyone's bed."

She smiled sheepishly, then blushed childishly as he cuntal sheath gripped at him in one 
last spasm. "God, I feel so ashamed of myself," her lips pouted devilishly as she stared up at 
him. "I guess I've acted like some sinful little girl experimenting with herself. I don't know 
exactly how it happened or what time it was, but I found myself back out there in the other 
room, and I thought I was stripping for all of you.

"I don't remember going back to bed, but I vaguely remember opening my thighs to play 
with myself. I guess it was the alcohol in my blood, and I hope you can forgive me for 
masturbating, and especially for that sinful stripping."

"Oh, I don't know; it sounds rather exciting and sensual to me," he smiled teasingly as he 
sprawled beside her. "If the others could watch you perform those acts, they'd know my wife is
the best there is."

CHAPTER TWO

Barbara slipped out of bed as he closed his eyes in satisfaction, then took a refreshing 
shower and put on her robe to prepare breakfast. She took one more glance into her 
husband's sleeping face before she departed, wondering if he were serious about her 
stripping and masturbating in the presence of the others, then strolled out into the huge 
room which was the center of everything.

Instead of having hallways, the huge house was designed around this one room. The 
surrounding doors led directly into bedrooms and bathrooms, and this room, itself, was a 
combination of many things; the kitchen was set off in one corner, along with the dining table 
and chairs, and the rest of the room could be living room or party room, whichever the case 
may call for.

This would be her home for a week, the week in which Tom, Bill, and Frank had managed 
to take their vacations in order to surprise her on her fortieth birthday and first anniversary. 
Frank had certainly picked out the perfect spot for their vacation; the house was situated on 
several hundred acres of wooded land and included a very large private lake, the place of 
seclusion and total privacy if there ever was one.

She smiled as she studied the big room, knowing that her husband must love her more 
than anything in the world to spend so much money for one week, but did he actually think 
that she could perform for the pleasure of the others? My God, surely he'd been joking! He 
knew the kind of woman she was and that she couldn't do a thing like that, yet, because of 
the alcohol she'd consumed a few hours ago, she'd been more than willing to perform for the 
whole goddamned world.

Her gaze came to rest on the table, then she shivered somewhat fearfully as a few hazy, 
ungodly, lewd scenes flashed across her mind. There seemed to be fuzzy recollections of a 
card game the night before her husband and daughters arrived at the house, but she couldn't 
be sure. She strained to remember, then it seemed as if she were sitting at the table without 
her sweater, but if that were the case, the card game just had to be that of strip poker.

Had she actually allowed herself to participate in such a game? No, she just couldn't have 
been that stupid, but even if she had allowed herself to become involved in something so 
sinful, it seemed as if Tom were there to rescue her. Had he asked her to dance?--and just in 
time to protect her treasured virtue?

She did remember dancing with her son-in-law but couldn't seem to remember the 
circumstances. It suddenly seemed as if she were completely naked while she thought about 
their dance, but that, also, was an impossibility. She could never allow that kind of freedom 
with her body, not unless the man were Frank.

She shook her head and tried to remember more; somewhere in the back of her brain was 
a gigantic cock consisting of nine, thick, thrusting inches, and it certainly wasn't the one 
belonging to her beloved husband. She must've had some kind of nightmarish fantasy while 
under the influence of alcohol. Yes, that's exactly what it had to be, a nightmare; she wasn't 
the kind of woman who could open her body for the pleasures of just anyone.

Bill was somehow mixed-up in her weird nightmare, also; her fuzzy imagination was 
parting her thighs for him and she was pulling him into her willing body. Even Venus had 
gotten entangled in her dream of fantasy; Tom was fucking her beautiful, virgin daughter right
there on her own bed while she watched.

Her mind was befuddled about everything, but one thing she knew for a fact; Venus wasn't
even out here on that first night--she and Susan had come out the next evening with Frank. 
She suddenly laughed aloud when she realized the whole affair had to be a dreadful figment 
of her imagination, or at least she hoped it was only that.

"What's so funny?" she heard Frank's voice behind her, then turned to smile wantonly into 
his wondering eyes, noticing the fishing rod and tackle box in his hands.

"Oh, nothing! I was just thinking about my stupid dreams of nightmarish actions and 
wondering how I could ever dream of some other man," she strolled over to him and threw 
her arms around his neck, then kissed him passionately. "Are you going fishing?"

"Yes, after breakfast," he smiled down at her, then slipped a hand through the open flap of
her robe to tease at the black curls of her pussy. "Want to come along?"

"No, there's some work to do around the house, especially since the rest of you got here 
to mess things up," she teased at him, then her lips pouted sinfully. "I just hope you don't ram 
that rod into my belly while you're playing with my twat."

"If I ram a rod into that sweet little pussy, it certainly won't be a fishing rod," he slipped a 
finger into the slushy cleft of her pubic mound to massage the delicate tissues of her secreting
there any way in which I can help with breakfast?"

"No, it's ready, but you can call the others to the table for me."

Frank went from door to door, knocking very loudly, then a matter of minutes everyone 
was seated around the table to hungrily devour the breakfast Barbara had prepared.

When through eating, Susan pushed the plate aside, then when her eyes fell to the fishing 
rod and tackle box, a wave of mysterious excitement swept over her. "Oh, wow, someone's 
going fishing," she exclaimed gleefully, knowing very well that the tackle belonged to her 
stepfather. "That seems like an exciting little venture."

"Do you like to fish?" Frank chuckled as he watched the building mystery on her beautiful 
face. "You're welcome to go with me if you want."

"I've never been fishing," she answered, then Frank thought he saw a slight glow of 
wantonness in her eyes, the kind of glow which usually expresses the thoughts of something 
sinful and forbidden. "I don't even have any fishing tackle."

"It doesn't really matter," he studied her excited, twenty-four-year-old features, wondering
if he were misreading that sensual glow, then his groin began to tingle in a kind of lustful 
anticipation. "Why not go along just for the hell of it?"

"All right, I will," she jumped excitedly to her feet as her robe parted slightly, then she 
noticed Frank's eyes drift to the exposed flesh of her naked thigh as his face turned somewhat
red. She quickly closed her robe and wondered; had Frank really been embarrassed at the 
accidental revelation of her creamy thigh?--or had he become a little interested in what he'd 
seen? Jesus, Frank was her stepfather; he couldn't be the least bit interested in her nakedness, 
or could he? Chills crawled up and down her spine as she thought about tempting her own 
stepfather with her body, then she shivered very nervously. "But I hope I won't get in your way
and keep you from fishing."

"You could never get in my way," he assured her, then his eyes lifted to meet her 
inquisitive stare. "Hurry and get dressed, then we'll be on our way."

She'd had intentions of just slipping on a pair of slacks and one of her blouses, but her 
intentions suddenly changed; if Frank had become that interested in her naked thigh, just 
what the hell would he do if he could see more of her body? She'd don the sexiest outfit in 
her possession, then, if Frank could be tempted, she'd tempt him to the very utmost. She 
realized that she couldn't go any further than tempting him, but she'd like to see if she could 
make him squirm with desire at the sight of her nakedness.

She started for her bedroom, then realized she hadn't brought a sexy outfit along--not 
sexy enough, anyway. She suddenly thought of Venus and some of the youngster's very 
alluring, sexy attire, then remembered the shorts and halter she'd found down at the lake 
while she and Bill were taking their walk in the moonlight. She'd picked up the clothes and 
brought them back with her, knowing very well that they belonged to her younger sister, but 
she couldn't, no more then than she could now, figure out how her virgin sister came to be 
without her clothes.

She'd have to find out about that; after all, it was her own husband who had taken a walk 
with Venus, and if she'd taken off her clothes down at the lake, Tom was certainly there to ogle
that lovely little body. A sinful smile crossed her pursed lips as she thought about Frank's eyes 
bulging at the sight of her dressed in that flimsy looking halter, then she glanced back over 
her shoulder and into the innocence of her sister's young face. This would be the perfect time 
to talk to Venus about what happened last night, and to ask about wearing some of her 
clothes, also.

"Oh, Venus, darling, can you come into my room for a moment?" she asked very sweetly, 
then opened her door and went inside. "I need your help."

Venus got up from the table and went into her sister's room, then closed the door behind 
her. "You need my help?" her girlish voice was somewhat inquisitive as she watched Susan slip 
the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor to reveal the completeness of her 
alluring nakedness. "You've never needed my help in getting dressed before now."

"That was because I didn't know your true intentions, Bright Eyes!"

"I don't know what you mean, and you've never called me Bright Eyes!" Venus wondered, 
then fidgeted nervously as she stared at Susan's defying, somewhat triumphant nakedness. 
"Tom is the only one who ever called me that."

"Yes, I know; the two of you have always been very close to each other, and I'm thankful 
for that fact," Susan studied the bewildered look on her sister's youthful, almost childish face, 
then her full lips puckered somewhat suggestively. "However, I didn't realize you were close 
enough to actually remove your clothes in his presence."

"What? My God... Sue... you don't know what you're saying!" her voice quivered fearfully as
she wondered how her sister could know she'd been naked with Tom, then her face flushed 
with guilt. "Sweet Jesus... that's almost like accusing me of... "

"Yes, almost!" Sue interrupted, then managed a mysterious smile as she strolled over to 
the closet and opened the door. "However, certain articles of clothing may prove more 
incriminating than careless words."

"Oh... my God!" Venus groaned defeatedly as she watched Susan withdraw a hanger 
containing her shorts and halter.

"I believe these belong to you, don't they?" She tossed them to the bed and strolled back 
over to the youngster, allowing her rounded hips to sway and dip in a suggestive manner. 
"There's a moral to this story, little one--Don't get caught with your pants down."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Venus wondered as a little natural color came back into 
her face. "You don't even appear to be angry."

"A little hurt, maybe, but certainly not angry," she assured hr younger sister with an 
understanding smile. "Besides, I'm not quite pure enough to condemn someone else."

"Yeah, I know!" a sinful smile suddenly crept across the younger girl's lips.

"Now just what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing!"

"I told you I wasn't angry," the older girl promised as a wondering look wrinkled her pretty
face, "now just what the hell does 'nothing' mean?"

"I can't tell you what 'nothing' means," a wanton ray of sensual excitement suddenly 
glittered in the youngster's eyes, "but I suppose it will be all right to tell you a little tale and let
you figure it out, yourself.

"Once upon a time an unknowing little virgin found herself alone with her handsome but 
older brother-in-law. They loved each other very deeply, but only in a kind of father-daughter 
relationship. He was so suave and experienced compared to her naive virginity, and without 
really knowing it, she needed him desperately.

"The moon was shining very brightly upon the lake while he held her in his arms, her little 
crotch was on fire for something, and her heart was fluttering wildly. The moods were perfect, 
the setting was perfect, and the deflowering of the poor little virgin was evident--everything 
was perfect except the timing.

"She allowed her brother-in-law to remove her clothes and kiss the nakedness of her 
willing little body, then when she found herself being tempted beyond all realms of reality and
was about to yield to the inevitable, she heard the sound of footsteps in the bushes behind 
them."

Venus decided to skip the moments she and Tom had watched Polly and Frank in their 
little episode; there was no reason to bring them into this conversation--she'd start at the 
point where Sue and Bill approached the scene.

"The captivated virgin and her experienced lover slipped into the bushes behind them, so 
frightened and frustrated that they forgot to gather the girl's clothing. They didn't even think 
of the clothing until it was much too late; the brother-in-law's wife and her stepbrother-in-law
had already entered the clearing, and they seemed to be in a world of their own.

"She seemed to be protesting the removal of her blouse to give him the freedom of her 
breasts which she'd, undoubtedly, already promised. The virgin watched, along with her lover, 
as her older sister allowed the removal of her blouse, then, in much fascination, they watched 
as she all but attacked her aggressor. She pushed him to the ground and slipped off the rest 
of her clothes, then jumped on top of him and... "

"Oh.. my God... you were there... spying on me!" Susan's naked body began to tremble 
fearfully before her younger sister.

"No, we weren't spying; we were hiding," Venus answered truthfully. "However, we couldn't
help observing you from our hiding place."

"Sweet Jesus... what did Tom do?--what did he say?" Susan groaned as she shyly covered 
the nakedness of her brown-haired crotch. "He must've been furious."

"No, he wasn't furious," Venus offered sweetly. "I'd say that he was hurt very deeply, 
instead."

"Hun?" Susan wondered.

"Yes, hurt!" Venus managed to smile at her shivering sister. "Not hurt because the two of 
you were fucking each other, but hurt because you'd never shown him that much attention; 
you were almost wild with desire for Bill's cock."

"But I couldn't help it, Venus, I wanted to be fucked so much, and Bill just happened to be 
there for me," she forced a twisted smile as her hands slipped away from her crotch. "What 
can I do, little sister?--how can I get back into my husband's heart?"

"Just show him the same consideration that you showed Bill; it'll take no more than that," 
the youngster promised as her lips pouted wonderingly. "Now why did you call me into your 
room?--I know you didn't do it because you wanted to discuss our affairs." "No, not really!" 
Susan leaned over the bed and picked up the shorts and halter belonging to Venus, then held 
them over her voluptuous, uptilted breasts. "I wanted to borrow these clothes for my little 
fishing trip."

"My God, what do you want to do?--drive Frank out of his mind?" her lips pursed sinfully. 
"The halter may fit you if you don't mind showing the greater part of your bosom, but the 
shorts would never support the fullness of your sensual hips."

"I want my breasts to show, and that's why I want to wear your halter," she cupped her full 
breasts and smiled at her sister, then her caressing fingers outlined the fullness of her rounded
hips. "I know I could never squeeze into your shorts, but don't you have a matching, very 
short skirt?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure it will fit you," Venus stared at her sister's hips and wondered. "Do 
you want to try it on?"

"Why not?" she stared at Venus, knowing her younger sister realized she wanted to tempt 
their stepfather with her alluring body. "Will you get it for me?"

Venus disappeared from her naked presence, then in a matter of just a few minutes she 
was handing the short skirt to Susan.

Susan examined the flimsy outfit, then stepped into the top of the skirt and forced her 
flared hips into the tight opening, leaving the hem only a few inches below her naked pussy. 
She fastened the flimsy halter around her waist and stuffed her voluptuous tittie-flesh into the
small cups, then glared hotly at her little sister. "Well?" she asked somewhat seductively. "How 
do I look?"

"Jesus, you're almost naked!" Venus smiled knowingly at her older sister. "If you wear that 
halter and skirt without your panties and bra, Frank won't have fishing on his mind."

"That's the whole idea," Susan smiled wantonly, then squatted so that her naked twat was 
flashing before Venus's young eyes.

"You're not going to seduce him, are you?" she wondered. "I mean, Jesus, are you going to
fuck our stepfather?"

"No, I'm only going to tease him a little," she assured Venus.

CHAPTER THREE

Susan and Venus started to leave the bedroom, then, realizing that her naked pussy would
probably be a little too obvious, Susan walked back to the bed and got her panties. She ran 
her fingers over the flimsy material, noticing that her fingers were plainly visible through the 
thin whiteness, then slipped them up the length of her beautifully tapered legs to position 
them over her crotch and flared hips.

"What's the matter, big sister?" Venus's small voice teased sweetly. "Having second 
thoughts about teasing our handsome stepfather?"

"Not at all!" the older girl blushed slightly, then pulled the hem of the short shirt back into 
place. "But my naked pussy may appear too damned conspicuous."

"It'll still be conspicuous," Venus's eyebrow raised wonderingly. "Those white panties won't
hide very much."

"I know, but they'll hide enough to make Frank wonder about me, and with them on I can 
tease at him more innocently."

"I suppose so," Venus watched her sister model the outfit very casually, noticing how the 
creaminess of her alluring tittie-flesh seemed to spill temptingly over the top and around the 
sides of the halter. "Well, are you ready to try out your sensuality on the others?"

"If I don't do it now I may lose all my courage," Susan managed to smile somewhat 
defiantly, then motioned to the door with her hand. "Will you lead the way?"

"Sure! Why not? It'll be like introducing the sexiest queen in the world to her dumfounded,
ogling subjects."

Venus quickly and anxiously covered the distance to the door, then after opening it and 
entering the room where the others were gathered, stepped aside and allowed Susan to pass.

"Holy shit!" Tom gasped as Susan sidled up to the table, then his eyes bulged 
unbelievingly. "This couldn't be my beautiful, virtuous wife, could it?"

"I'm afraid so," she smiled down at him, knowing that the next time she found herself 
alone with him, she'd take her younger sister's advice and enjoy his cock more than she could 
ever enjoy anyone else's. She suddenly felt very sorrowful that he'd observed her anxiety over 
Bill's small prick, then her pursed lips blew him a kiss, trying to relay the message that his was 
the only cock in the world she could really enjoy. "But if this outfit seems obnoxiously bold, I'll 
gladly slip into something else."

"It's more than obnoxiously bold, but leave it on; I like to see you dressed like that," he 
assured her with a tender smile, then his gaze fell to the top of the halter and her exposed 
breasts; if anymore of her were showing, those cute, upturned nipples and those darkened 
areolas would be peeping at them. "I'd suspect Frank had rather see you dressed like that, 
also."

"Humph! Yes... ugh... well... I...!" Frank grunted and dropped his head in an effort to tear his
eyes from the creamy mounds of flesh which the halter was hopelessly trying to cover, then, in
complete surrender, raised his eyes to gaze somewhat defeatedly into the softness of her blue
eyes. "Jesus... Sue... wear what you want! What I'm trying to say is that... well... ah... the sun will 
be hot. Yes... that's it... you could get sunburned."

"I'll take my chances with the sun," her glittering eyes almost smiled down at him. "Are you
ready to take your chances at fishing with me tagging along?"

"Yes, I'm ready," he got up from the table and picked up his rod an tackle box, then, for 
the sake of courtesy and hoping the others would refuse, asked, "anyone else want to come 
along?"

"Polly and I would love to come along," Bill answered as he watched his father's hopes fall, 
then winked teasingly, "but I'm afraid we'll have to wait until another time; we must go into 
town to do a little shopping."

"Same here," Tom smiled and glanced at Venus, "but Bright Eyes and I are going swimming
a little later in the morning. By the way, where will you be fishing?--we certainly don't want to 
disturb you with our loud swimming."

"We're going around the bend at the other end of the lake," Frank answered, knowing that
they'd be out of sight of all human eyes. "I understand the fishing is terrific up there."

"I suppose that'll depend on the kind of fishing you'll be doing!" Barbara smiled teasingly 
at her husband. "And since I have the housework to do, the two of you will be all alone."

Frank smiled somewhat guiltily at everyone, then led the way to the door. He handed the 
rod to Sue, then when he'd opened the door, they scrambled outside like two young kids on a
new adventure.

He allowed her to get ahead of him while on the way to the boathouse, but only so that 
he could view that tempting body and those sinfully swaying hips. He watched the sensual 
roundness of her asscheeks bobble delightfully beneath the very short skirt, realizing that if 
the skirt were any shorter, he'd be ogling her panties-clad buttocks. His scrotum began to 
throb and ache as he stared at his stepdaughter's flank in a somewhat different aspect, then 
his stiffening prick began to push at the material of his pants in hardness. God, it'd been years 
since he'd seen a grown woman dressed in such youthful, tempting attire, and yet Sue wasn't 
really all that old--she'd turned twenty-four only a couple of months ago.

Frank slipped past her as they approached the boathouse, hiding his growing hard-on as 
he did so, then unlocked the padlock and swung the door open. He eased into the darkness 
of the boathouse and flipped on the light, realizing that Sue was a couple of years younger 
than Bill. Jesus, Sue could've been his own daughter instead of his stepdaughter; he was 
almost nineteen years her senior.

He raised the door allowing freedom to the lake, then glanced at Sue as she raised one leg
to get into the boat. His cock soared to complete hardness as his gaze came to rest on the 
open softness of her pantie clad crotch and its inviting sensuality. It suddenly made no 
difference that she was his stepdaughter, or even his own daughter for that matter, she was a 
beautiful female and her crotch was tempting his mind beyond all possible dreams with it's 
fantastically maintained youth. The soft, eminent mound of her pussy with its alluring, 
deep-seated gash was so protuberant and noticeable that his balls began to ache with desire, 
and the few fringing brown hairs sticking from beneath the tight elastic made him wonder if 
she'd donned those very thin panties for his pleasure. Was she actually teasing at him with the
most profuse little pussy he'd ever seen?--or had she, not even thinking about what she were 
doing, accidentally slipped them on in haste?

He watched as she sat in the front swivel chair of the bass boat and turn from side to side 
like some small child trying out the swivel action, her face flushing with excitement as the 
whiteness of her panties flashed back and forth before his ogling eyes, then he decided to 
inform her on the rules of safety.

"You'd better sit on the platform until we get where we're going," he suggested with a 
smile. "It'll be much safer, and the safety laws prohibit sitting on the chairs while the outboard 
engine is in operation."

"Oh, I didn't know that," she muttered, then slipped from the chair and took a seat on the 
front platform, allowing her thighs to part slightly as she leaned back onto the chair support 
and faced the rear of the boat. If she must sit like this while the boat was under power, she'd 
use the opportunity to her best advantage, and she'd place the blame for her innocently 
exposed crotch upon him. "Are you sure about that law?--or did you want me to sit here for 
another purpose?"

"Why else would I want you to sit on the platform?" he wondered as he pushed the boat 
from the boathouse and took his position behind the steering wheel, then when he looked 
forward to notice that his eyes were staring straight at her open thighs, he realized why she'd 
asked the last two questions. "Oh... my God... humph... Susan... I... I'm sorry... really... but you 
can check out the boating laws if you'd like."

"That's not necessary," she smiled somewhat wantonly as she raised her right foot and 
placed it on the platform, making sure that her pubic mound strained dramatically at the thin 
material covering her crotch. "I'll take your word for it; you know more about laws than I."

His stare locked onto the tightness of her panties as he nosed the bow of the boat to the 
upper end of the lake, then his cock lurched beneath his pants as the sun spotlighted the 
profound crease of her bulging mound. Hers was the most tempting little twat he'd ever seen,
especially the way it was framed between the creaminess of her gorgeous thighs while 
peeping at him through that thin, almost transparent material.

He tried to cover his protruding hardness with one hand as the boat rounded the bend in 
the lake which would take them out of sight of the others and provide them with total privacy,
then, after he turned off the ignition and allowed the boat to drift on its own, Susan swung 
her thighs a little wider and smiled very seductively.

"Okay, you may get back into the chair if you want," Frank's voice quivered nervously. 
"We're no longer under power."

"I think I'll just sit here for awhile if you don't mind," she answered sweetly, then raised the 
other leg in temptation, placing that foot onto the platform, also. She could now open her 
thighs a little wider as she nestled seductively against the chair support. "This outdoor carpet 
is much too comfortable to give up right now. I just wish I'd brought along my bikini so that I 
could take a sunbath."

His eyes bulged excitedly as he ogled the protruding, puffy vee of her exposed, 
panties-clad crotch, then he wondered if she'd actually appear more sensual and tempting in 
a bikini. More naked flesh would be exposed, but not in the right places; a bikini top couldn't 
show any more of her breasts unless it showed those glorious little nipples, and a bikini 
bottom could never expose more pussy than he was staring at through those flimsy panties. 
No, a bikini could do nothing at all for her, at least nothing more than the halter and short 
skirt were already doing.

"There's nothing to keep you from taking that sunbath, anyway," he suggested hopefully 
as the boat glided to a stop, then wondered how the hell he was going to get any fishing 
done while trying to hide the hardened, bulging lump beneath his pant's leg. Maybe if he 
turned to the side he could ignore her and hide his surging cock from her eyes. "The outfit 
you're wearing is the next best thing to a bikini, and even though it contains a little more 
material, it... ah... well... it's quite revealing."

She suddenly glared at him like an innocent little child would glare at her father, then 
quickly lowered her feet to the deck of the boat and closed her thighs tightly, pretending 
complete innocence. "Oh... Frank... I... I'm sorry... I've been such a fool... I didn't realize that... "

"Like hell you didn't; you knew exactly what you were doing to me," his somewhat angry 
voice interrupted as he stared at her tightly closed thighs, then his gaze shifted to the childlike
innocence of her sparkling blue eyes and he wondered if she had, in fact, exposed her sweet 
little crotch without even realizing what she were doing. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean that; I 
guess I'm just a foolish old man with young, sinful illusions. I guess I'd better stick to fishing; 
that's why I came out here, anyway. You do whatever you want, and, by all means, don't let me
get on your nerves."

She watched him fetch the fishing rod from the deck of the boat and put on a lure as he 
took his eyes off her, then cast the lure into the still water surrounding a stump. Her plan 
wasn't working at all right now; he was turned to the side, and his eyes seemed to be glued to 
that goddamned lure. Where had she gone wrong?--his eyes had been glaring hotly at her 
breasts and pussy since she'd exposed them to his view, but now he seemed more interested 
in fishing.

She'd had him exactly where she wanted him: gawking at her body with hopes of seeing 
much more. She'd enjoyed his eyes upon her, and he'd seemed to like what he was viewing 
until she'd clamped her legs together. Was that the problem? Had she overplayed the part of 
innocence? My God, she'd just have to correct that little technicality and regain his attention. 
She suddenly realized that, even though she could never allow her stepfather to make love to 
her, she needed the approval of his ogling eyes.

"You're not a foolish old man; Jesus, you're only forty-two, and you're certainly no older 
than your ideas," she suggested, then opened her legs wide to allow the whiteness of her 
panties to glint in the sunlight. "I suppose I'm the one with youthful ideas, for I'd certainly like 
to soak up some of this sun."

"Then soak it up," he agreed as he glanced in her direction, then noticed that her thighs 
were open for his inspection. He swallowed hard when he realized she'd found the courage to 
once again flash that tempting little pussy before his eyes, the forced his attention back to the
lure. "Maybe you should take that sunbath, after all."

"I'd like to, but I'm afraid I can't," she answered, noticing that he'd intentionally turned 
back to the lure in a desperate move to tear his eyes from her teasing crotch. "The width of 
this material would make me look like a zebra, anyway," he chuckled, then gave the tight line 
a slight jerk. "The sun isn't going to quit shining just because you fail to take a sunbath."

"Oh, God, you're right," she gasped as a devilish smile crossed her lips, then a very sinful 
idea crept into her mind; what would Frank say to her taking a sunbath in nothing but her 
panties? "I'll be getting a tan whether I want it or not, and I certainly don't want to look like 
some kind of leprous creature. What am I to do, Frank?--I don't want to look like that!"

"I don't know, but it appears as if you're doomed to have very white stripes around that 
lovely body of yours."

Frank chuckled as he turned to face her, realizing that, even though her voice sounded 
worried and serious, she was definitely joking about removing her clothes. She couldn't 
remove her clothes in her presence; hell, she'd even clamped her legs together when she 
realized he'd been ogling her almost naked, pantie-clad pudenda. He suddenly noticed that 
her thighs were opening a little wider to flash that sweet, sensual little pubic mound before his
sex-hungry eyes, but he realized that it was a childlike gesture and certainly not premeditated.
"You and I know that you could never do a sinful little act like that, don't we?" he smiled as a 
father admonishing his daughter, then turned his eyes back to the lure with intentions of 
concentrating on nothing but trying to catch all the fish in the lake. "You're much too young 
and innocent to expose such tempting flesh to a dirty old man."

"I've already said that you're not a foolish old man; now I'm saying that you aren't a dirty 
one, either, and I know for a fact that I'm anything but young and innocent," she declared, 
then swung her thighs wide as possible. "Look at me, Frank, then you'll know I'm not the 
young, innocent girl you think I am."

"There's no need in looking at you to prove your youth and innocence," he almost smiled, 
then discovered that he was having trouble keeping his eyes from turning to glare at her 
luscious crotch. "I've already seen you in that cute, sexy little outfit, and I need to concentrate 
on catching a few fish."

CHAPTER FOUR

She studied his features as he stared intently at the floating lure on the water, then saw 
him give the line a little jerk. Her gaze drifted to his crotch and that burgeoning lump beneath
his pants, then her cuntal tissues began to itch and throb with a very familiar feeling as the 
stickiness of lubricating secretions oozed onto the lips of her frustrated pussy.

This wasn't quite the way she'd planned the events of the day; she wanted to do the 
teasing while his bulging eyes ogled her body with rising excitement, but now the tables were 
turned--he was suddenly the teaser and she was the ogler. She must do something to reverse 
the action, to once again become the teaser, to force his attention back to her body--but 
what?

Her stepfather seemed so suave and mature at the moment, pretending that his only 
interest was in fishing, but due to the fact that his cock was surging and throbbing with 
complete hardness she knew better than that, or did she? He'd seemed interested in her at 
first, and she could almost sense that he'd wanted to see more of her, but now she wasn't 
certain. Was he really pretending?--was he actually unapproachable?--she must find out 
which.

"Do you really think my flesh is tempting?" she asked wonderingly, then stood up and 
loosened the halter to let it fall to the deck of the boat, allowing the fullness of her youthful 
breasts to burst forth in their gloriously uptilted, naked freedom. "Surely you must've been 
joking."

When he didn't answer and pretended to study the lure with much interest, she sighed 
deeply and loosened the skirt, then pushed it over her flared hips and rounded buttocks to let
it fall to the deck, also. She looked down at her nakedness, then back to her uninterested 
stepfather, wondering where her plan had failed. She stepped out of the skirt and hooked her 
fingers in the elastic of the panties, then as she uncovered the swollen, brown-haired mons 
veneris at her crotch and started to slip the panties down her tapered thighs, wondered if she 
should be so bold as to reveal her total nakedness.

It probably wouldn't make any difference, anyway, because Frank would never notice 
whether she were naked or fully-clothed; however, if for nothing more than to maintain a 
slight degree of decency she pulled the panties back up her thighs and snapped the elastic 
band into place around her belly. "I'm going to take that sunbath," she declared in a very 
sweet but somewhat strange voice, then sprawled onto the carpeted platform on her back in a
sort of spread eagle, her open, pantie-clad crotch turned in his direction, "and I promise not 
to disturb you or the fish."

Yeah, why don't you do that?" he suggested in the form of a question, then wondered if 
he'd actually detected a slight but wanton strangeness in her voice. "You'll be the sexiest zebra
in existence."

"Not anymore!" her cooing voice was hardly above a whisper, then she closed her eyes 
against the bright rays of the sun. "There's no way I can look like a zebra, not now."

Now what the hell did she mean by that? Frank wondered, then trembled at the sinful 
thought which was playing upon his mind.

The only way she could keep from looking like a zebra in this bright sun is to... ! No, his 
beautiful and sexy little stepdaughter couldn't have removed her clothes in his presence, not 
sweet, virtuous, innocent little Susan. God, if that only were so, but what else could she have 
meant by those suggestive words? Could she have somehow found the courage to strip? 
Could she possibly be lying in the sun without her clothes? No, that was an impossible fantasy
which had found its way into his hopeful mind; Susan could never do a thing like that.

He thought of the blanket which had been lying in the bow of the boat, then a 
disappointed smile crept across his knowing lips; Susan had pulled the blanket around her to 
keep the rays of the sun from bearing down on her. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, 
then realized that she could never cover herself with a blanket, not in this heat. He suddenly 
wanted to turn to her, if for nothing more than to satisfy his own devilish mind, but he 
couldn't do that; if she had, in fact, revealed that glorious, voluptuous body in all its youthful 
nakedness, she was probably sitting there watching his every move, just waiting for him to 
turn around so that she could laugh teasingly. No, he wouldn't turn to her, not yet; he'd give 
her enough time to think he wasn't interested in the least, then he'd steal a glance from the 
corner of his lusty eyes.

He fought to keep his eyes locked onto the lure as he thought about the slim possibility of
his pretty stepdaughter lying on the platform, her sensual nakedness glittering temptingly 
beneath the rays of the sun, then his stiffened prick began to throb and ache with a kind of 
animallike urgency. A drop of precum oozed from the slitted tip of his cock and slithered 
down the flesh of his thigh as he realized the possibility of her nakedness was even less than 
slim; Susan may be the type to show off her body beneath very flimsy clothes, but she 
certainly wasn't the type to strip in the presence of a man, especially her own stepfather.

Frank knew that, if the opportunity presented itself, he'd ran his cockhead into the depths 
of her beautiful belly before she could realize what was happening, but he knew, also, that the
opportunity would never present itself. Sue was an idealist, even though she may be 
somewhat of a teaser, and he certainly wasn't one to take advantage of her; if his cockmeat 
should ever find its way between her gorgeous thighs, it would be because of her willingness 
or his complete stupidity, and he certainly wasn't about to rape her. He'd never force himself 
on her, even if he had to turn his back and masturbate.

With his face turned toward the lure, he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, then 
almost choked on the lump in his throat; she was taking the sunbath she'd suggested, and 
with her eyes closed to the bright sun, she was taking it without the halter and skirt. She was 
completely naked except for those flimsy panties, and because of the way her thighs were 
parted, she may as well have been naked.

His cock jerked hard against the material of his pants as it tried to rip itself to freedom, 
then he turned to face the most tempting flesh he'd ever seen. If she'd been wanting to tease 
at him with her nudity, she was doing a damned good job of it; those heaving mounds of 
glorious tittie flesh were jiggling delightfully with her heavy breathing, and that swollen 
pudenda was actually straining at the thin material of her panties, trying to tear its way to the 
warmness of the blinding sunshine in hopes of getting a tan, also.

A gurgling sound escaped his throat as the slushy slot of her seething gash exposed the 
tenderness of youthful but needful tissues beneath the flimsy whiteness of her panties, then 
the sensation of flowing precum trickled stickily down the inside of his thighs. His cockshaft 
jerked in rapid succession as more stickiness flowed onto the flesh of his thighs, then it 
suddenly didn't make any difference whether she were teasing him or not--she'd exploited her
alluring flesh to the point that he could no longer ignore it.

His stare locked onto the protruding mound of her sinfully proclaimed pubic mound as he 
dropped the rod to the deck of the boat and sidled toward her as a piece of metal drawn to a 
huge magnet, then just stood there and stared down at her for a moment.

Her eyes were closed tightly against the rays of the sun and her body was just lying there, 
naked as hell and begging for his devoted attention. He gazed at the quivering mounds of her
tittie flesh, then at the pantie-clad softness of the exposed vee of her crotch. His cock jerked 
with desire, then he could no longer control his emotions.

His breathing became faster and heavier as he stared down at the most delightful female 
flesh in the whole damned world, then he clenched his fists as those swollen areolas with their 
pert nipples pushed proudly toward the blueness of the sky. Her youthful breasts were full and
exuberant beneath the light of the blinding sun, yet, in all their adult and sensual creaminess, 
they retained the sinful firmness of a sixteen-year-old girl. He sighed as his eyes swept down 
the smooth nakedness of her abdomen and stomach to the small indention of her navel, then 
over the alluring curve of her belly to the prominent mound of that sweet, pantie-clad pussy.

A gurgling groan escaped his throat as he ogled the tempting crease of her pudenda and 
how the tight, thin material seemed to imprison her open, tender flesh, even pulling itself 
deep into the straining, swollen folds of her needful labia. God, if it weren't for those damned 
panties he could he staring down into the openness of her delightful little pussy at this very 
moment, and without the panties it would be a simple matter to ease between her open 
thighs and cram his wanting cock into her belly before she could even open her eyes.

He thought seriously about the possibility of forcing his cock beneath the edge of her 
panties and pushing into her pussy without removing them at all, but he didn't really want to 
fuck her that way; he wanted to fuck that voluptuous body in all its glorious nakedness. In 
trying to figure out his next move, he didn't realize that his quickened breath was becoming 
somewhat loud and raspy.

Her eyes fluttered open as she heard his intense anxiety, then, realizing that she'd once 
again become the aggressive teaser, smiled at him tenderly but devilishly. "Frank! You startled 
me; I thought you were fishing," she pretended to be a little shocked as she stared up into his 
eyes somewhat wantonly, then forced her body to shiver nervously. "Jesus, your eyes make me
feel so sinful and naughty about taking a sunbath like this--naked, I mean. I feel like a foolish 
little girl who's been caught with her panties down, and by her own father. Maybe I should slip
my clothes back on."

He couldn't utter a word at the moment; all he could do is stand there clenching his fists 
and licking anxiously at his parched lips as his throbbing cockshaft pressed forcefully at the 
material of his pant's leg, then, finally, his voice chokingly returned. "I-I-I'm not your father--at
least not your real father, neither are your panties down, nor are you naked--not completely," 
he managed to gasp as he swallowed the lump in his throat, then trembled with excited lust 
as he eased closer and leaned slightly toward her prone body, allowing himself to stare 
straight down into her dancing eyes. "Slip them down, sweetheart, then you'll be naked! Take 
the panties off so that you can take a real sunbath, and so that I can feast my eyes on that 
sweet little pussy."

"I-I can't do that, Frank! My God, you don't realize what you're asking," her eyes managed 
to search his in a wondering way as he lips pursed sinfully, then one of her eyebrows raised in 
a beautiful arch. "Surely you don't expect me to get completely naked in your presence; I'm 
not a slut."

"I didn't say that you were a slut; hell, I didn't even infer it."

"But you did ask me to remove my panties."

"Why not?--you've removed everything else!"

"Yes, but that's different!" she found herself trembling nervously, hoping that he wouldn't 
come any closer to her. She wanted to feel his eyes moving across her body, but that's all she 
wanted to feel. She knew from previous experience that if physical contact was made between
them she'd lose all control of herself--her needs would suddenly become greater than her 
resistance and she just couldn't allow that to happen. She must remain the teaser instead of 
becoming the teased, and she must do it without allowing him to touch her. "I couldn't take a 
sunbath in those clothes and you know it."

"Yes, and you can get an even better tan without the panties," he suggested again, then 
dropped to his knees beside her as he allowed his hands to slowly reach toward those 
delightful mounds of heaving flesh. "Now be a good little girl and take them off." "No!" she 
shuddered as his hands came nearer to her naked breasts. "I can't do it, Frank! Don't force me,
please!"

"We're all alone, darling," a tight smile formed on his lips. "No one must ever need know 
that you removed your panties in my presence, allowing my eyes the satisfaction of ogling my 
stepdaughter's glorious nakedness. You've willingly allowed my eyes the freedom of that 
voluptuous body of yours; all I'm asking is that you go a bit farther and reveal that tempting 
little pussy."

"I-I can't... Frank! I-I won't! It doesn't matter that we're alone... I don't like to be forced... 
not into anything."

She watched his approaching hands come to a halt, then her body stiffened as they 
changed their course to move slowly toward the elastic band of her panties. "I understand, my
little angel," she heard the sound of his faraway voice, then her body trembled fearfully as her 
eyes widened in anticipation of his fingers slipping beneath her panties to come into contact 
with her naked flesh. "You want me to remove the panties for you, and rightfully so; I should 
be the one to remove them and uncover that tender little crotch of yours."

"What're you doing, Frank?" her gasping voice took on a somewhat pleading tone as she 
scooted away and got to her knees. "You can't take off my panties... please! My God... you 
mustn't! You just don't understand!"

"The hell I don't understand," he muttered angrily as she tried to scramble to he feet. 
"You're still teasing me with that sinful little body of yours, aren't you?"

"No... Frank... I'm not teasing!" she finally managed to stand, but not before his fingers and
slipped into the back of the elastic band of her panties without even touching her, then she 
lunged frantically forward and away from him in a desperate attempt to escape his clutches. 
"You just don't understand me and my crazy urges. Please... don't pull off my panties... I beg 
you! I'll pull them off if you'll just let go of them... I promise!"

He paused for a brief moment as his hands held tightly to her panties, pulling them back 
away from her and slightly downward to reveal a portion of her naked buttocks and the 
sensual valley of her smoothly rounded assflesh, then he wondered what his beautiful little 
stepdaughter could have on her teasing mind; the only thing she'd promised is to remove her 
panties, and he could easily do that for her. He wasn't about to rely on her promises, not after 
getting such a delightful glimpse of that pretty but teasing little ass of hers.

"I don't need your promises," he proclaimed in assurance, then anxiously jerked the 
panties down to her knees to uncover the most fantastic buttocks his eyes ever had the 
pleasure to ogle. He swallowed another lump in his throat as the smooth roundness of her 
beautifully protruding asscheeks trembled and quivered before his staring eyes in an attempt 
to elude his forceful revelation of their sensual beauty, then he gave the panties another yank 
to force them down around her ankles. "There's no use in fighting me, baby; I'm going to have
a look at that sweet little crotch of yours without your promise, and I'm tired of your 
goddamned teasing."

"But I'm not teasing... not anymore! Oh... God... you'll hate me if you continue! Stop... 
please... before it's too late!" her squealing voice urged in despair as she scrambled forward in 
a last attempt to escape, then her feet caught in the legs of the panties and she fell off the 
platform with a loud thud as her naked body crashed to the carpeted deck of the boat.

Frank lunged to his feet and stared hopelessly down at her trembling nakedness, 
especially at her naked, brown-haired pubic mound and her slightly churning pelvis. Her 
buttocks were probably churning a little because of pain, but they were churning, also, from a 
mysterious fear which, at the moment, he couldn't possibly understand. He jumped off the 
platform and knelt beside her, then reached down and gathered her into his arms, hoping that
he hadn't caused her to break any bones.

"My God, darling, I didn't mean to hurt you," his voice contained a certain amount of fear, 
then he cuddled her lithe body much closer to him as the palms of his hands soothed the silky
nakedness of her back. "Say something, sweetheart--anything!"

"Don't force me... lover... please! Don't make me do anything disgraceful... I beg you!" her 
groaning voice was almost a sinful moan, then he noticed that her eyes were closed as if she 
were in a coma. "You're married to my mother, and I'm married to a very beautiful hunk of 
man, myself; don't force me to fuck you, please!

"It's against the laws of nature for a girl to fuck her own daddy, even though her pussy is 
burning for his cockmeat, and even though she needs to feel his burgeoning flesh slip into the
depths of her needful belly.

"It's wrong for us to fuck each other, no matter how much we need to; that's why you 
must force me to fuck you. No, you can't do that, but you must; otherwise we'd never realize 
the sensual pleasure of each other's body.

"Your cock is so hard, and it's hard because of me. You must force me to fuck you, to 
thrust that engorged cockmeat into my pussy, to enjoy its thrusting pleasure, but you can't do
it, can you? No, you can't force me to fuck that beautiful cock against my will. I must have it 
inside me, but I can't allow it. Yes, I must not."

"Sweet Jesus, I did hurt you," he groaned as he listened to her very confusing words: words
which proclaimed her desperate need for his cock, yet, in the same sentence, words which 
warned against force. She was actually begging for his cock and refusing to accept it in the 
same breath. Not really knowing what to do at the moment, he allowed his hands to slip lower
on her naked back to soothe the false pain in her pelvis as his fingertips explored the top 
portion of her rounded buttocks. "I've forced you into some kind of coma, a coma within 
which you want to be fucked against your will, and a coma within which you think I'm your 
real father. I'm not your father, and I'd certainly never fuck you against your will. I'll admit that 
I'd like to fuck you, more than anything in the world, but, my God, I'd never force you to do 
something like that--hell, I'll never force you to do anything, not ever again."

"Mum-m-m... yes... you are my daddy... and you're forcing me to do this--to lie in your 
arms while those wonderful hands force me to fuck you."

He stared down into her closed eyes, wondering what the hell her befuddled words could 
mean; his hands weren't forcing her to do anything. He was holding her in his arms, true 
enough, but his hands were only massaging the area of her alleged pain while the tips of his 
fingers swept gently, barely even noticeably, across the smooth and silky flesh of her rump. 
"My God, you are in a coma," he choked, then noticed that her buttocks were churning with 
more determination and anxiety, even pressing anxiously backward in their quickened rotation
to assure firm contact with his fingers. "I'm not your daddy, and I'm not forcing you; you've 
got to understand that. Wake up, darling, please!"

"I'm not asleep... Daddy... and I'm not in a coma," her eyes suddenly fluttered open to 
reveal a glittering wantonness he'd never seen before, not in anybody's eyes, then he saw 
them become red and fill with tears as she began to sob mysteriously. "Why must you fuck 
your own daughter? Why must you take advantage of me like this? Couldn't you have been 
satisfied in just looking at my body? Did you actually have to touch me?--to caress my 
body?--to play with my ass?--to fondle my breasts?--to force your cock into my needful 
pussy?--to force me to do things I don't want?

"I told you not to take off my panties; I actually warned you! Oh, God, I knew you'd hate 
me!"

"I don't hate you, sweetheart; I could never hate you for letting me view that beautiful 
body of yours," he managed to smile at her through worried eyes, then realized that, in all the 
excitement of her dreadful fall, he'd missed the opportunity of allowing his eyes to absorb the 
glorious beauty of her delightfully naked pussy. "However, I must correct you on two points: 
breasts and pussy. No matter how much I'd like to, I haven't touched them."

"But you want to; I know you do," she trembled in his arms, then, as the tears began to 
flow down her flushed cheeks, her body jerked with the frantic sobs. "In a few moments you'll 
force your hands to your little daughter's bosom in hopes of exciting her, then, if that doesn't 
work, you'll spread her little legs apart and cram your cock into her pussy. You'll take 
advantage of me; I know it."

He suddenly wished he had the courage to do the things she'd suggested, but he could 
never do it against her will, especially since she'd proclaimed herself to be his daughter. She 
seemed to enjoy playing the role of his daughter, but then so did he; he'd never had a 
daughter of his own. "I've always wanted a daughter as beautiful as you," he admitted, then 
kissed her tenderly on the forehead, "and since you've already accepted me as your father, 
how could ! possibly molest you? No, my darling little baby daughter, that would be too much
like incest."

Her body jerked and trembled fearfully as she stared innocently up into his eyes, then the 
flooding tears trickled like a small brook down her youthful face. "You... you kissed me... 
Daddy... oh... God... you kissed me! You shouldn't have done that," she cried as if she were a 
broken hearted youngster in a stranger's arms. "Your next move is to fondle my breasts... isn't 
it? Don't do it... Daddy... please! Don't touch my titties... I beg you!"

"I'm not going to touch your darling little titties, angel," he assured her. "You're my very 
own daughter, remember?"

"Yes... but you're going to touch them... fondle them... I just know it! I can see it in your 
eyes!"

She turned slightly in his arms and slid upward, allowing those firm but creamy mounds of
uptilted tittie flesh to jiggle delightfully before his astounded eyes as her pouting lips nestled 
against the flesh of his neck, then her broken sobs became much worse. "You can't keep your 
eyes off them... can you? You feel an urge to touch them... but don't do it... please; I can't allow
that," she whimpered like a beaten puppy, then her right hand reached behind her back to 
grasp one of his wrists and tug it gently but somewhat forcefully along her side, guiding his 
reluctant fingers in the general direction to her heaving, quivering breasts. "No... Daddy... 
lover... don't do this to me... please! You're forcing me to yield to your ungodly desires! Don't 
fondle my wanting flesh... please... my husband would never understand why you forced 
yourself on me... neither would your wife! Oh... God... your wife is also my mother; we can't do 
this to her... to my husband... to each other... we just can't do this... it isn't the moral thing to 
do!"

Frank could do nothing but stare down at the lovely creature in his arms and allow his 
heart to beat faster and harder as she guided his hand along its course, then he wondered 
what was happening to her; she was protesting her own actions with her pleading voice, but 
he hand was guiding his toward and voluptuous body which seemed to be screaming for 
forbidden passion. Was this the mysterious force which she'd mentioned, earlier?--a force 
which would cause her to lose all control of her emotions and body?--a force caused only by 
the simple touch of a man other than her husband?

He gazed at the luscious powder keg in his arms and realized she'd explode at any 
moment, and only because her fuse had been lit by the tender, almost unnoticed, touch of his 
fingers upon her buttocks. Yes, she was fearful of her own desires, not his; hell, he hadn't 
forced her to do anything except remove her panties, and he hadn't even touched her while 
doing that.

His arm muscles suddenly tightened, then he found himself straining against the tugs of 
her hand; he must find out if she were truly the hot little firecracker she pretended to be at the
moment, and he certainly hoped so. He'd never seen such a beautiful female lose control of 
herself like Susan was doing, nor had he heard one so desperately protesting her sinful 
actions in order to partially cover the wanton nature of her seductive heart.

His hand finally stopped moving, then he felt her soft, moist lips nibbling and sucking at 
his neck, sending chills of hot desire racing through his body to shoot along the entire length 
of his throbbing cockshaft; a few more sensations like that and he'd be unloading hot semen 
in his pants. "Ooh... God... baby... don't do that!" he groaned, then felt his arm weakening 
against her frantic tugs. "You've just become my very own daughter!"

"Uhm-huhm... I know... that's why you mustn't play with my breasts," she moaned hotly 
against the tender flesh of his neck, then clasped her other hand around his forearm and 
forcefully maneuvered the palm of his hand to her bosom, working it in a circular motion 
upon one of her sinfully hardened nipples to cause the swollen areola to wrinkle and harden, 
also. "Mum-m-m... Daddy... my sweet lover... don't do me like this... please! Oh-h-h... yes... so 
good... so beautiful to fondle my flesh... but you can't... we mustn't... it's sinfully wrong!"

His heart beat wildly as he listened to her frantic words of suggestion, then his breath 
began to come in short, fast gasps; he wasn't fondling her breasts, yet her voice inferred he 
was. Was this delightful little bundle of sex-crazed joy inviting his hands to fondle her glorious
tittie flesh? He'd just have to find out about that possibility.

His fingers suddenly enclosed about her heaving, creamy flesh, then he gently kneaded 
the fullness of her firm breast as her body stiffened with anxiety. Gurgling moans suddenly 
escaped her throat as if she were a kitten purring in contentment, then her parted lips 
explored their way along the flesh of his neck to his chin, nibbling anxiously as they 
approached the corner of his mouth. She kissed very gently as her swollen lips slipped into 
position upon his, then, when their mouths were perfectly aligned, her tongue slipped very 
sinfully into the wetness of his soft palate, squirming and jabbing its way into the depths of his
throat.

The sensual thrusting of her tongue sent another series of chills up and down his 
backbone, then, as he started a gentle sucking, her body began to squirm and writhe in a 
heated passion with which he wasn't familiar. Hers was the most yielding, desirable female 
flesh he'd ever held in his arms, and because she was compelled by a force she couldn't seem 
to control while insisting that she was his very own daughter made this moment even more 
attractive and inviting--almost like a beautiful and wanton fantasy of forbidden but very 
needful incest. Wondering how it would be to fuck one's own child, he found himself wishing 
that she were his daughter, then decided that it didn't really matter one way or the other; 
Susan was his daughter in every way which counted.

His hand itching to caress the eminent beauty of that slitted, brown-haired pudenda 
between her creamy thighs while his fingers dipped wantingly into the delicacies of the 
desire-drenched honey pot at her crotch got the best of him, then he realized that he must go
all the way with this little sex kitten of a daughter if possible. His groping hand released the 
thrusting, heaving mound of her firm but pliable breast to explore the velvety skin of her 
stomach and abdomen, but, before his wandering fingertips could reach the area of her navel,
she pushed his hand away and eased higher in his arms, allowing their lips to part as her 
hands surrounded the back of his head and pulled his mouth to her bosom.

"No... lover... I can't allow you the freedom of my body... don't you realize that? I know 
what you're trying to do: play with my pussy until I'm so hot and bothered that I'll allow you 
to suck my titties. You're a smart little cookie, all right, but your daughter's much smarter; 
Mother wouldn't like it at all if you sucked her little girl's titties. I'm sorry, Daddy, but we've 
got to stop this before it's too late," her sinful moan was hardly above a whisper as she 
pressed his lips firmly onto one of those passion-hardened nipples and ground it anxiously 
between them. "Ooh... Daddy... don't do that... please! You mustn't suck my tittie; Mother will 
hate you; she'll hate me; and we'll all hate each other. Don't open your mouth and suck my 
tit... please! Yes... open your mouth... Daddy; you've got to open your mouth for me... for my 
bursting breast. Oh-h-h... God... no... you can't... you mustn't; it's wrong... dreadfully wrong!"

No power in the world could have kept his mouth closed after realizing she needed those 
words of protest in order to free her body from idealistic morals and totally cast herself into 
the needs and desires of this adulterous moment, especially since those delightfully hardened 
nipples were grinding anxiously and sinfully at the crease of his lips.

"You're right, my lovely little daughter, no man should desire his own child's breast," he 
mumbled in agreement, his hot breath bathing her swollen areola and that yielding mound of 
thrusting tittie flesh as he tried to match her confusing words of protest, then his lips parted 
willingly as the tip of his tongue fluttered gently but teasingly upon the stiffened pertness of 
her bursting nipple. "Incest is almost unforgivable, especially with someone of your 
unsuspecting innocence; that's why I can't suck your pretty little tittie. I mustn't partake of my 
own daughter's sensual body."

She groaned hotly as her breast pressed anxiously against his wanting mouth, then he 
sucked her yielding flesh into the wet channel of his mouth, pulling her areola and nipple 
against his tonsils as his throat contracted upon her breast, trying to pull it into the depths of 
his hungry stomach.

Her sleek body vibrated dramatically as she drug his groping hand to the prominent rise 
of her undulating mons veneris, then, when her thighs had parted sufficiently, she thrust his 
fingers into the warm submissiveness of her open crotch. "Oh-h-h... no... darling... you can't 
play with my pussy; it's off limits," she purred sinfully, then pressed his hand onto the fullness 
of her frothing but frustrated crotch as her profuse twat pushed needfully up into his palm. 
"Sucking my titties is bad enough, but fondling my husband's private pussy is unthinkable."

"Yes, sweetheart, it's unthinkable," he mumbled through a mouthful of gorgeous, churning
breast as two of his fingers parted the desire-dampened crevice of her overheated labial lips 
while another worked its way into the seething membranes of her vulva, then the tip of his 
exploring finger caressed and teased at the thin, tender elasticized lips of her frantically 
contracting vagina. He reamed the resilient tissues of her fuck hole for a brief moment, then 
slipped his searching finger into the slushy cauldron of her burning belly to tease her very 
soul. "Your pussy belongs to your husband as much as my fingers and my cock belong to my 
wife, and it's too bad; no matter how much we want and need each other, we just can't allow 
it to happen."

"I know... and it's terrible," she managed to slip high enough to push him back onto the 
carpeted deck of the boat and get on top of him, then her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and 
pulled it open. She lowered her head and sucked one of his small, hairy nipples between her 
lips to flick at it with the tip of her tongue as she loosened his belt buckle and parted the flaps
of his pants. "We could've meant so much to each other if it weren't for our demanding mates,
but we must abide by their moral codes. We are married, after all is said and done."

"Yes, we are," he agreed as her fingers unsnapped his shorts to allow her fingers to curl 
around the thickness of his throbbing cockshaft, "and no matter how beautiful it may have 
been between the two of us, we can't allow ourselves to weaken and fall short of our marriage
partner's expectations."

"You're right, darling, we must never fall short, not in anything," she gurgled hotly, then 
lifted her grinding buttocks high into the air, allowing his reaming finger to slip from the 
slushy heat of her grasping cuntal sheath. She stood abruptly, poised boldly and unashamedly
above him with a foot planted well on the outside of each of his knees, her creamy, tapered 
thighs parted wide to allow his astounded eyes the complete freedom of her open crotch, 
then squatted a little and thrust her pelvis forward as her stare locked onto his bulging eyes, 
her face flushing with an animallike lust he'd never known as the swollen slit of her eminent 
pudenda suddenly gaped sinfully to expose the reddened, desire-drenched tissues beneath. "I
really don't mind you looking at my body like that... Daddy... but I'm afraid you won't be able 
to control yourself after I expose myself with such generosity. I'd even be willing to open my 
pussy and allow you to examine it at very close range if I weren't fearful you'd take advantage 
of me."

He stared up at the voluptuous figure of sensual perfection which was silhouetted against 
the blueness of the sky, then, after viewing the hourglass-type sensuality of her youthful and 
very alluring nakedness, decided she was correct in her assumption--he'd never be able to 
control himself if she opened up the sweet little pussy which was framed between those 
gorgeous thighs. "Open it... sweetheart... please!" he somehow found the words as his freed 
cockshaft jerked in anticipation. "I've just got to view that virtuous little pussy of yours... and if 
I should lose control of myself... I'll masturbate while you watch! I won't take advantage of 
you... I promise!"

A devilish smile formed on her pursed lips as her fingertips slipped to the parted slit of her
dramatically protruding, brown-haired bush, then, after digging deep into her gaping flesh, 
she pulled her hands apart to expose the innermost delights of her tempting treasure.

He stared in wanton disbelief as those sensual labial lips opened before him to expose the 
tender redness of the inviting sanctuary at her crotch. His eyes bulged with desire when the 
passion-darkened folds of her labia began to swell and bud rapidly, then, as the pinkness of 
those delicately thin but very flared petals folded back as if they were imitating the full-blown 
beauty of a flowering tulip, he somehow remembered his promise not to take advantage of 
her.

He found himself shivering when he realized his quivering fingers were only an inch from 
the delicacies of that tempting little pussy and its profuse, tender fuck hole, then stared very 
guiltily up into her glittering, childish eyes as he dropped his hand to his own crotch and 
cuddled his stiffened prick to begin a back and forth, masturbating motion.

Her gaze followed his hand to his crotch, then, as a glob of translucent precum emerged 
from the slitted tip of his cock to slither clingingly onto the blood-engorged flesh of his 
crown, the sensual glitter in her eyes was replaced by welling tears of hurt and frustration. 
"Oh... Daddy... why did you do that?" she asked wonderingly as her body began to tremble 
mysteriously above him, then flooding tears flowed freely down her reddened cheeks to 
sparkle like diamonds in the glittering sunlight. "Why do you force me to do this?--to suck 
your cock?--to fuck you? I shouldn't do it!--I mustn't do it!--oh... God... I just can't do it! I hope
you'll understand and forgive me for not doing what you want."

Her broken sobs were that of a baby; her pleading, protesting voice was that of a very 
young girl, but her jerking, trembling body was that of a very sensual woman as her naked 
rump dropped onto his ankles, then her tearful eyes glared apologetically at his wondering 
face as her groping fingers reached for his hips. "No... Frank... don't! We can't fuck each other,"
her body began to tremble even more, causing her naked breasts to dance and jiggle sinfully 
as the tears continued to flow, then, with all the force of a frustrated mare, she sprang to her 
feet and yanked his pants down his legs and off his feet. She stood over his confused body, 
glaring hotly down at him with the primitive-type excitement of an animal in heat, then 
stooped to grasp the legs of his shorts in her hands. "Don't force me to fuck you... please! 
Think of my mother... my husband... anything! Don't ram that beautiful hunk of hard cock into 
my pussy... I beg you! It's wrong... dreadfully wrong... and you'll hate yourself if you rape me; 
more than that, you'll hate me for allowing you to rape me!"

She pulled upward on the material in her hands, lifting his pelvis completely off the deck 
of the boat, then yanked her hands apart very forcefully as a tearing sound filled his ears; 
she'd ripped his shorts completely off him, all the way from the hem of the legs to the top 
band, even splitting the crotch to hold a piece of his shorts in each of her hands.

His naked buttocks fell back to the deck of the boat as her hands reached triumphantly for
the sky, each of them holding an equal half of his torn shorts as her naked breasts pushed 
boldly, gloriously forward and upward in victory, then she tossed the relinquished material 
over the side of the boat and into the water before lowering the heaving mounds of her 
creamy tittie flesh onto his thighs.

Her pouting lips hovered anxiously and excitingly an inch above the swaying, inflamed tip 
of his precum-covered cockhead, then parted hotly and willingly as her gentle fingers steadied
his throbbing, jerking shaft. "Mum-m-m... Frank... darling... you're so forceful... so persistent... 
so demanding!" she cooed sweetly but sinfully as the tip of her searching tongue sampled the 
clinging slipperiness upon his hot, velvety flesh, even curling underneath the swollen crown to
tease and caress the sensitive, tightly-stretched cord of passion to force his stiffened rod into 
a series of frantic jerks. "This is wrong... sinful... disgraceful... unforgivable... but... oh... God... I 
know that I must do what you want... otherwise you'll hate me! I don't want my own daddy to 
hate me... not ever! Don't hate me... Daddy... please! I'll do it for your sake... because of your 
need... your force... for any ungodly reason... just don't hate me when it's all over... I beg you! 
Ooh... yes... Daddy... I'll do it for you... but... uhm-huhm... only for you!"

Even before he could assure her of his love and that he understood the pathetic necessity 
of placing the blame for her wanton actions on someone else her open mouth had engulfed 
his quaking cockhead and the tip of her tongue was needfully flicking at the tiny but gaping 
slit, drawing more precum from the yielding inferno of his wildly jerking shaft. He could do 
nothing but gasp and groan in contented amazement as the hot wetness of her hungry 
mouth devoured the complete length of his extended rod of quivering steel into the depths of
her throat to wedge his blood-engorged crown between her contracting tonsils, then, as the 
softness of her lips pressed hard against the hairy pubes at the base of his shaft, her uptilted, 
rotating buttocks scooted quickly around to his shoulder. He stared at the luscious cheeks of 
her beautifully rounded assflesh for a brief moment, then shivered with lust when her left leg 
lifted with necessity to straddle his face, permitting the sensual delights of her naked, 
widespread crotch to dance and dip excitingly down at his ogling eyes as her pelvis churned 
anxiously.

A deep gurgling noise sounded in his throat when he saw the tender membranes of her 
gaping pussy quiver needfully, the reddened, open tissues glistening with juices of passion as 
if they were covered with the morning dew, then he wet his lips in anticipation; honey clinging
to its comb couldn't have looked more appetizing and tasty at the moment, and he must 
sample the delicacies of her forbidden sweetness.

The tip of his tongue reached anxiously upward, desperately trying to make contact with 
any part of his step daughter's alluring, undulating crotch, then, at the precise moment he'd 
given up hope of reaching his goal, that sweet little slitted mound of gaping pleasure lowered 
itself fully onto his waiting lips.

The puffy bud of her clitoris pressed needfully against the wet membranes of his warm 
tongue, then swelled to become a knotty mass of sheer delight as he lapped and caressed its 
fullness. His lips enclosed about its pulsating stiffness as the tip of his tongue slipped into the 
entrance of its sheath to flick hotly at the tender sensitiveness of the blood-engorged clit, 
itself, then her rotating buttocks suddenly lurched forward and downward to grind the 
quaking little mound deep between his nibbling teeth. She growled around the base of his 
throbbing cockshaft like some animal which had submitted to its surrender as the widespread 
membranes of her pussy pulsated and contracted with her every quickened heartbeat, then 
her teeth tightened gently about his stiffened thickness as her mouth bobbed furiously up 
and down his length, their sharp edge tenderly scraping his tender flesh as her soothing 
tongue healed the pain, even lapping the fullness of his swollen, aching crown on the upward 
strokes.

Boiling jism swirled in his scrotum as her teeth suddenly bit anxiously into the sensitive rim
of his crown while the tip of her tongue darted into the small but swollen slit at the end of his 
cock, then when the telltale slipperiness of warm pussy cream trickled onto his chin to slither 
onto his neck, he realized the gorgeous little sex kitten who was hovering above him was 
cuming; that sweet little pussy was experiencing a delightful spasm and he was allowing it to 
waste its tasty juices on his chin.

His attentive mouth released that throbbing clit as his hands grasped the trembling 
mounds of her assflesh and pulled her crotch down to him, then, as hot jazz filled the small 
channel of his cockshaft, he sucked her raw, orgasming pussyflesh deep into his wanting 
mouth to thrust his tongue into her fuck hole and drink the overflowing nectar of delicious 
ecstasy.

His cockshaft stiffened in anxiety as his crown swelled upon her searching tongue, then he 
exploded with all the power of an erupting volcano in her willing, waiting mouth.

Hot sperm found its way past the tip of her jabbing tongue to find its way to her taste 
buds as his rod of steel began to jerk demandingly, then spewing semen sprayed her thirsty 
throat in frantic spurts as his forceful load quickly filled the channel of her mouth. She swished
his erupting cum anxiously in her receptive mouth as his volcano continued to explode, then 
hungrily devoured his spewing semen into her waiting stomach.

Her naked body twisted and writhed in excited fury as she drank the last of his dribbling 
sperm, then she jerked her squishing crotch from his face and turned around, squatting 
precariously above his nervously jerking but passion-stricken hard-on as her gaping, 
overheated tissues lowered themselves to him.

"No... sweetheart... I can't fuck you!" she gasped as her fingers guided his burgeoning 
cockflesh into the open folds of her slushy vulva, centering his pisshole at the entrance of her 
spasming vagina, then she lowered herself onto him, forcing his stiffened flesh to penetrate 
the grasping warmth of her willing belly. "That beautiful penis just can't slip into my pussy... no
matter how much I need it. We can't allow ourselves this pleasure... not now... not ever!

Oh-h... no!"

"Oh... yes... sweetheart! That hot little pussy of yours has engulfed my cockmeat... already...
and you guided it there... yourself!" a delighted groan of accomplishment gurgled from his 
throat as the puffy halves of her parted pudenda pressed anxiously at the protruding, hairy 
pubes which were surrounding the thick base of his cock, then he reached out to cuddle the 
relinquished flesh of the alluring breasts which were thrust outward so proudly and defiantly. 
"That we can't-allow this to happen... that we're both married to someone else... that you've 
accepted me as your real father... and the fact that I'm married to your mother has suddenly 
lost all meaning where the two of us are concerned; your delightful little crotch is impaled on 
the full length of my cockmeat and that's the only thing which matters at the moment.

"Maybe I'm wrong in thinking like I do, but when sexual demands become as strong and 
frantic as yours seem to be, wouldn't it be more sensible and fulfilling to relax and yield to the 
inevitable? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to fuck without useless protest?--to willingly 
succumb to the hard prick which has already found its way inside the sanctuary of that 
needful pussy?

"I know we're going to fuck... baby... and you know it, also. There's no need in prolonging 
action which will cause only suffering by waiting; go ahead... sweetheart... fuck me... do it 
now... FUCK!"

"No-o... oh... no-o-o! I can't fuck you... I just can't do it!" she whined as renewed tears of 
frustration trickled down her cheeks, then, as she removed his hands from her subdued 
breasts and placed them around her hourglass-type waist, her heaving breasts slowly lowered 
themselves to his hairy chest while her captivated pelvis shuddered into a sensual churning, 
undulating motion, allowing her submissive cuntal sheath to grasp and milk at the complete 
length of his cock in a grinding tightness which could represent nothing but fucking at its very
best. "Your cock couldn't be inside my pussy! It... it just isn't possible! There's no way I could've
shoved your prick into my pussy! Oh... my God... I couldn't have done something like that!"

He Would've reminded her of the delightful facts and the very aggressive tactics she'd 
used in seducing him, but the softness of those pouting lips were already nestling 
demandingly against his own, and, what the hell, she was in the process of giving him the best
fuck in his life; that spasming little cunt of hers was, even now, gripping his throbbing prick in 
the highest peak of orgasm while curdled cum flooded the small channel of his cockshaft.

His hands left the smallness of her sensual waist to cuddle the silky fullness of her rotating 
buttocks, then slipped downward to fondle that engorged pudenda and that puckered anus. 
One of his fingers slipped into the grasping heat of her rectal sheath, all the way to the third 
knuckle as the fingers of the other hand cuddled her swollen mons veneris at the point of his 
entrance, then, together, they exploded.

Her crotch lurched downward to swallow the completeness of his erupting prick as boiling 
jism spurted into the depths of her quivering but receptive belly, then, when their cum had 
mixed and mingled inside her, his finger slipped from her asshole and they cuddled closely, 
shivering and trembling in the throes of total fulfillment as their gooey mixture squished from 
the tight grasp of her frothing pussy to flood his spent balls.

They held each other tightly as her searching lips reluctantly released his probing tongue, 
then he moaned in contentment. "You were wonderful, darling," he smiled up into youthful 
eyes which seemed innocent and somewhat startled; it was almost as if Susan were unaware 
of what had actually happened. "That was the best fuck I ever had."

"Yes... Daddy... it was good... so good!" she purred like a contented kitten as her soft lips 
pecked teasingly at his, then her body suddenly stiffened in anxiety. "Oh-h... my God... we've 
actually fucked each other... Frank! My mother will hate me... my husband will hate me... and 
you will hate me... also! I shouldn't have done this... Frank! Oh... God... what am I to do?--"

"You don't have to do anything, sweetheart, and you shouldn't worry so much about our 
mates; they need never know how good we are for each other," he smiled assuringly as her 
body relaxed, then he cuddled her nakedness to him.

"Mum-m... yes... lover... so good for each other," she moaned softly, "but this must be our 
last time; it's just too risky."

CHAPTER FIVE

At that precise moment their mates didn't even have Frank and Susan on their minds. Tom 
and Venus had strolled down to the lake after Bill and Polly left on their journey into town to 
do some shopping, and Barbara had gone into her room to start the cleaning chores in there; 
she'd already finished the rest of the big house.

"Whew!" she breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at her watch as she put the final touch 
on straightening the bedclothes. It had taken her over three hours to get the house in order, 
and since it was already past noon she decided to do nothing except relax for awhile; no one 
would be coming back to the house for lunch unless, of course, Tom and Venus had finished 
swimming and were hungry.

She sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window at the lake, watching the 
sunlight dance and sparkle on the rippling waves, then she saw them; Tom and Venus were 
splashing and swimming in a small cove at the lower end of the lake. Maybe she should've 
gone swimming with them, at least she wouldn't be so tired because of the housework.

A smile crept across her full lips as she thought about the cool water of the lake 
surrounding her famished body, then she got up and slipped off her robe to don the yellow 
bikini Frank had purchased for the vacation. She suddenly needed the cool water more than 
she needed the rest and relaxation, and if she hurried, maybe she could make it down to the 
lake before her son-in-law and her daughter finished with their swim.

She slipped the halter-type top around her shoulders and tied the sash at the back, then 
pulled the tight, flimsy material away from her chest to let the creamy fullness of her globular 
breasts fall naturally into place. When she'd pulled the thin, vee-shaped bottom up her 
beautifully tapered legs to snap it into place over her flared hips and rounded buttocks, she 
stared unbelievingly at the sinfully exposed creature in the full-length mirror.

My God, this couldn't be her own image; not with those naked boobs which were spilling 
excitingly and voluptuously from the sides and top of the halter; not with those pert, pealike 
nipples which were turned proudly and temptingly upward; not with the protruding 
roundness of those fleshy asscheeks which weren't quite covered; and certainly not with that 
eminent pudenda which was straining so forcefully at the thin material, actually outlining the 
swollen, impressionable halves of her mons veneris and its profuse, deep-seated gash. Sweet 
Jesus, the impression of her pussy and the dark sheen of her raven-haired crotch was so 
visible that she may as well have been completely naked--she could never wear this outfit 
swimming, not in the presence of others.

A knowing but sinful smile crossed her pursed lips when she remembered how Venus was 
dressed for the occasion; the youngster had donned her very flimsy, sky-blue bikini, and it was
probably even more revealing than the one Barbara was wearing. She glanced at the near 
naked image in the mirror, then decided to join the small swimming party--hell, they wouldn't 
even notice her body, especially since her voluptuous young daughter was wearing a bikini, 
also.

She scrambled out of the house and sprinted toward the lake and the small cove which 
was partially hidden by the wooded area and the beautiful, low-hanging bushes. She was 
quite surprised when the cove disappeared from her line of vision, then wondered how that 
could be possible.

She came to a complete stop and took a bearing on the landscape around her, noticing 
that there was a slight downward slope from the house to the lake, then she noticed, also, that
she was breathing quite hard. She'd run almost two hundred yards, already, and there were 
still about fifty yards to the lake.

She glanced at the house, then turned to face the general direction of the cove and 
started walking slowly, being careful not to scratch herself on the bushes. After several 
minutes of walking and careful detouring around bushes and trees, she came into a small 
clearing beside the lake.

She didn't see them at first, then after strolling closer to the water, saw them wading out 
of the lake to enter another clearing, a clearing which was separated from the one she was in 
by at least sixty feet of bushes. She started to yell at them but changed her mind when she 
saw a small pathway leading to the other clearing; she'd surprise them with her uninvited 
presence.

She strolled briskly down the pathway, knowing that her daughter and her son-in-law 
would be excited and happy to see that she'd come down to swim with them, then, as the 
clearing loomed brightly before her, she stopped short and ducked into the shadow of the 
bushes.

Her mouth fell open in surprise, then her hand covered her shocked lips to stifle an 
unwanted gasp--they were kissing each other as if they had nothing to hide, and they were 
doing it in the openness of the bright sunlight.

A little color finally came back into her face, then she almost giggled aloud; there wasn't 
anything unusual about Tom and Venus kissing each other--hell, they did it all the time. Tom 
was like a father to her eighteen-year-old daughter, and it certainly wasn't uncommon to see 
them kissing; however, it was a rare thing to see them cuddled so closely, their lips clinging 
almost desperately as their hands soothed and caressed the nakedness of each other's back.

Barbara had almost made up her mind to make her presence known and join them, then 
slid farther back into the underbrush when she saw Tom's hands cup the fullness of her 
daughter's rounded buttocks.

Was this actually happening before her astounded eyes? Was her mind playing tricks on 
her?--God, she'd certainly imagined many crazy and ungodly things the last couple of days 
because of the alcohol she'd consumed. She wasn't a drinker, and because of the whiskey her 
mind had become befuddled and confused; it was getting difficult to distinguish dreams and 
nightmares from actual happenings. Surely this playful action was in total innocence; she was 
being just too naive at the moment to think straight. She'd wait a little longer, then after 
surprising them and confronting them with her stupid suspicion, they could laugh together.

She watched Tom's hand wander up the naked smoothness of her daughter's back to toy 
with the loose ends of the bow which was holding the top half of her bikini together, then 
swallowed the lump in her throat as he slipped the knot free to let the string-type material 
dangle at her sides. She suddenly realized that she couldn't make her presence known, not 
now; there would be nothing but embarrassment if she revealed herself to the unsuspecting 
couple this late in the game, especially since Tom was already slipping the bikini from those 
youthful but voluptuous breasts. She wished that she'd made her presence known a little 
earlier--now it was too late to do anything except remain where she was and watch, hoping 
them wouldn't see her.

She squatted beneath the bushes as Tom dropped the bikini top to the ground, then 
shivered when she saw his hands cuddle the fullness of Venus's heaving, willing breasts. Jesus, 
her youngest daughter seemed to be enjoying the older man's advances, then she noticed 
that Venus was making advances of her own; her inexperienced hands were anxiously and 
excitedly caressing the bulging, overgrown lump which was pressing noticeably against the 
material of his swimsuit.

A low but knowing moan escaped Barbara's trembling lips as she stared at the enormous, 
elongated bulge protruding from Tom's crotch, then a familiar tingle shuddered through her 
loins as the faint recollection of a sensual dream formed in her mind. She squatted lower and 
tried to remember; somewhere in the back of her brain was a gigantic cock measuring exactly 
nine inches--a thick, throbbing nine inches which she'd encountered in one of her drunken 
fantasies.

Her head was spinning crazily, almost as if she were in a daze, then she saw Tom's hands 
slip down Venus's hourglass-type body to tug gently at the bottom half of her bikini, working 
it slowly over the roundness of her hips and buttocks to reveal the blond curls of that 
protuberant, virgin pussy.

She glared at the familiar curls of her daughter's crotch as her head continued to spin, 
then wondered why her daughter's little pussy seemed so damned familiar. Her cuntal tissues 
began to twitch and burn as she searched the innermost recesses of her forgotten fantasies, 
then the crease of her itching pudenda became damp with lubricating juices of passion as 
Venus's virgin crotch loomed picturesquely in her mind, teasing her virtuous morals as it 
squirmed closer and closer in some kind of sensual fantasy. Her mind was suddenly opening 
her young daughter's pussy, examining the tender but swollen petals of her labia before 
exploring the slushy folds of her vulva, then it examined the tender fuckhole to notice that the
delicate membrane of the hymen no longer existed--but that was impossible! Venus was still a
virgin, wasn't she? Barbara suddenly wondered about her crazy fantasies, wishing that she 
could remember something!--anything!

She temporarily pushed her thoughts aside to watch her daughter anxiously push Tom's 
swimsuit down his thighs to uncover that manly bulge, then her eyes widened in disbelief as 
she saw it--the huge, nine-inch cockmeat which had been dominating her fantasies! It was 
sticking straight out in throbbing hardness, wobbling back and forth, just as she vaguely 
remembered in her fantasy, but that, also, was impossible. Impossible! Hell, it was absurd! 
How could she know the beauty of Tom's monstrous cock?--even in some drunken fantasy?

Her head was now spinning out of control, wobbling crazily between the realm of reality 
and fantasy, then she saw that gigantic cock slip between the creaminess of Venus's parted 
thighs as his hands cupped her slightly churning asscheeks and pulled her closer, allowing his 
engorged cockhead to extend a couple of inches beyond her buttocks. They were still 
standing, and they were gently rocking from side to side as if they were performing some kind
of sensual dance, then, as she saw Venus's thighs open wide to squat upon the thick cockmeat
which was caressing the crease of her pussy, it suddenly seemed as if she were the one in 
Tom's arms instead of her lovely daughter.

Her pussy began to throb and ache with pulsating desire as she tried to recall such a 
dance with Tom, herself. It suddenly seemed useless to recall something she was sure had 
never happened, yet, if it had never happened, how could she remember certain details so 
well?--especially the detailed description of Tom's gorgeous cock and her daughter's lovely 
little crotch? The same thing must've happened to her!--but when?--how? Barbara had always
been much too virtuous to fall into the clutches of such sin, and especially to be unfaithful to 
her husband of only a year. She could never cheat on Frank, not even for a hunk of cock like 
Tom's--or could she? Could she have, in the weakened state of drunkenness, allowed him to 
seduce her? Maybe she'd seduced him, instead! God, she wished she could remember the 
facts and forget about the fictional fantasies.

She watched Tom lay her beautiful and naked daughter on the towel they'd brought 
along, probably for the purpose of performing the action which was about to take place 
before Barbara's staring, ogling eyes, then she saw Venus's creamy thighs part willingly as Tom
lowered his knees between them, his hands guiding the tip of his cock up and down inside the
tiny gash of her young, undulating pussy.

Barbara found herself wishing she was much closer to the action so that she could hear 
what they were saying to each other. She could see well enough, but because they were lying 
over a hundred feet away from her she could hear absolutely nothing. She couldn't have 
heard their conversation if they'd been talking at the top of their voices.

Her heart began to pound wildly as a mysterious but very familiar urge tingled and 
reverberated through the throbbing, desire-drenched tissues of her needful pussy, then, as 
she watched her daughter guide the tip of Tom's burgeoning cock into the grasping tightness 
of her vagina, Barbara's quickened breath became quite frantic and raspy.

Her body seemed to be burning with some kind of wild lust as she watched Tom's cock 
slowly disappear into Venus's churning, frantically undulating crotch, then it was as if she were
standing right beside them, glaring hotly down at the action and wishing she could take part 
in it. Jesus, she'd even crawl between her daughter's open thighs and lap that profluent little 
pussy to get just one delightful taste of that overgrown cockmeat. Maybe even the taste of 
Venus's juicy crotch would be satisfying at a moment like this, who knows? One thing for sure,
Barbara would be more than willing to try any kind of sex right now. Her cuntal tissues were 
itching and throbbing so badly that she could hardly stand it any longer.

She was suddenly brought back to reality by a small but shrill scream of ecstasy, then 
shivered needfully when she saw Venus throw Tom off balance and get on top of him to drive 
her corkscrewing crotch up and down on his extended shaft. His thickened cockmeat lurched 
upward to drive furiously into the depths of her young belly, then Barbara realized her 
daughter and her son-in-law had reached the heights of orgasm. His hot jism was 
undoubtedly spewing into her spasming belly at this very moment to mingle with her youthful
cum.

She watched their vigorous action as they continued in frantic orgasm, then realized that 
this was only the first of many such orgasms to be enjoyed between them--hell, if they could 
maintain even a portion of their present pace they'd be fucking each other for most of the 
afternoon.

She was suddenly aware of the perspiration which had covered her forehead, then, as one 
of her fingers slipped into the open, slushy folds of her naked pussy, she became aware of 
something else, also? her bikini bottom had been slipped down to her ankles, and the flimsy 
top portion was lying on the ground beside her. She was completely naked and in the process
of masturbating, yet couldn't remember removing the skimpy swimsuit.

She flushed with embarrassment, then ogled the two naked bodies which were writhing in 
pleasure upon the grass of the clearing. Since her daughter and her son-in-law were enjoying 
themselves, and since she was already naked and playing with her profusely secreting pussy, 
she may as well try to bring herself off with her thrusting fingers.

Trying desperately to push her few remaining morals aside, she clasped a hand over the 
fullness of her protruding pudenda to gently knead its swollen softness as she watched Tom's 
pounding cockmeat drive in and out of Venus's grasping cuntal sheath. She eased two fingers 
into the slushy heat of her own contracting vagina and squatted a little lower so as to get the 
full benefit of her roving fingertips, resolving to bring herself off by any means, but secretly 
wishing that a beautiful hunk of hard cock was slamming in and out of her pussy, instead. 
God, she'd give almost anything for a thrusting prick right now, and it wouldn't really make 
any difference who the hell it belonged to. If there were ever a time she could be unfaithful to 
her husband, it would certainly be at this very moment.

Barbara had become so involved with the fantasies playing across her mind that she failed 
to hear the telltale crunch of footsteps coming down the pathway behind her. Even when the 
crunching stopped and the intruders were standing beside her, she was unaware that her 
sensual, self-disciplined actions were being observed by piercing, sex-starved eyes.

CHAPTER SIX

"Well I'll be damned! What have we here?" a gruff, faraway voice seemed to intermingle 
with her very deep thoughts as she crouched lower to drive her thrusting fingers deep into 
her pulsating membranes. "This sexy little dame is literally begging to be fucked."

"Yeah! Isn't that something?" a younger voice answered in response as heavy breathing 
resounded in her ears. "Can I fuck her first, Greg? Please! God, I've never seen such a beautiful 
woman, not even in the movies. My dick's just aching to fuck her! I've got to stick my dong in 
her pussy before I cum all over my pants. Can I do it first? Please, Pa, I've just got to do it first!"

"Sure! Why not?" the older, gruff voice answered. "The way I see it, Brad, her pussy's hot 
enough to fuck the hell out of both our peters. Hell, that teasing little bitch will probably fuck 
us to death before she turns us loose. I'll bet she could even take us on at the same time."

"Maybe so, but she's not a bitch; she's a very beautiful woman," the younger voice chimed 
in. "Hell, she must be the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"Probably!" the gruff voice muttered. "But she's still a bitch in heat; her hot pussy is 
burning for a hard dick!"

Barbara's eyes fluttered open to reveal the two bearded men who were standing over her, 
their eyes glaring hotly at her nakedness, sweeping over her body in a kind of wild, animallike 
lust. They were breathing heavy, and their piercing eyes seemed to be stabbing into the very 
depths of her soul.

She gasped as the blood drained from her face, then shivered fearfully as she jerked her 
fingers from the slippery depths of her seething crotch and stared up at them. "Wh-Wh-Who 
are you?" Barbara's startled voice quivered nervously as her stare shifted from the man in his 
fifties to the man in his thirties. "Wh-Wh-What do you want?"

"It doesn't matter who we are, but I think it's obvious what you want, young lady," the 
older man answered as a thin, tight smile formed on his hair-surrounded lips. "Look at her, 
son; have you ever seen such a pretty little thing all alone in the woods?--squatting there on 
her haunches and wishing she could be fucked by a couple of hard peters?"

"I've never seen such a pretty little thing!--not anywhere!" the younger man sighed as his 
breath quickened. "Lord, she's so pretty!"

"Yeah! She's pretty, all right, but even the pretty ones like to be fucked," the older man 
gently squeezed at the growing lump beneath the crotch of his overalls.

"Let's fuck her, Greg!" Brad loosened one of the straps on his overalls. "I want to fuck her 
before I cum all over myself!"

"No... oh... God... you can't fuck me! I'm a married woman... and my husband is on the 
lake... fishing; he'll be back at any moment!" Barbara protested, realizing that she shouldn't 
have pushed her morals aside to masturbate beneath the bushes. It was more than obvious 
what the two thugs had on their minds, and the sad thing is that she'd actually lured them 
into wanting her by her own sinful actions. Her mind whirled crazily as she tried to think of 
some solution to cope with this situation, some way to get their minds off fucking her.

The whole damned thing was ironic: a few moments ago she'd been wishing for a hard 
cock, and now that two of them were at her disposal she could do nothing except tremble 
fearfully and think of rape. She stared at them hopelessly but knowingly; unless she could 
think of something fast, the two bearded, sex-starved monsters would ravishing her naked but
unwilling body and she'd be screaming rape. That was the answer! Only one piercing scream 
would bring Tom and Venus to her aid.

She glanced at the bodies which were still writhing in pleasure upon the grass in the 
clearing, then opened her mouth to utter the scream which would bring Tom and Venus to her
side--but nothing happened; there was no piercing scream. Barbara couldn't bring Tom and 
Venus to her aid when nothing had actually happened; besides, this whole damned thing was 
her own fault, anyway. If she hadn't been so free with her nakedness, and if she hadn't 
stooped so low as to play with her own pussy, the strangers wouldn't have those throbbing 
hard-ons, and they wouldn't be talking about fucking her.

She suddenly felt a little sympathy for the two strangers, knowing that Tome would 
probably kill them if he knew they were standing over her like this, glaring at her nudity in 
heated lust, then on the other hand, it could be Tom who would be killed. After thinking the 
situation over, she decided to use another approach, saving the scream as the very last resort 
in preventing her rape.

"You can't fuck me, no matter how much you want to," she stared defiantly up at them as 
the corners of her lips swept upward in a teasing smile, then she nodded toward the clearing. 
"We have company, or haven't you noticed?"

"Well I'll be damned! Look at those two fuck!" the older man muttered as he and his son 
stared at the clearing. "They're fuckin' like wild rabbits! Who the hell are they, anyway?"

"It's my daughter and my son-in-law," Barbara's smile became more wanton as she saw 
the excitement on their startled faces then wondered just how long it'd been since either of 
them had done any fucking, themselves. "I think you'd better go before they realize you're 
here, don't you?"

"I don't want to go, Pa! I want to fuck this pretty lady, please!" Brad's voice took on a 
pleading tone. "I've never fucked anyone so pretty!"

"Shit! I doubt if you've ever fucked any kind of lady," Greg suddenly chuckled softly as he 
stared at the hard-on which was pressing against the material of his son's crotch. "It's not like 
fuckin' one of the cows behind the barn."

"I know, Pa!" Barbara saw Brad's eyes lower because of embarrassment, then wondered if 
the younger man had actually fucked cows. "You remember Sarah, don't you? I fucked her one
time."

"Hell, Brad, Sarah moved away when you were thirteen," Greg teased his son with his 
giggling voice. "You were too young to know what you were doing."

"Aw, Pa, I wasn't too young, either," Brad's shy eyes stared at the ground. "Besides, Sarah 
was twenty when she showed me how to fuck."

"Then why is it you fucked her only one time?" Greg continued to tease Brad. "A young 
sprout that age should've been fuckin' her every day after she showed you how to do it."

"I couldn't fuck her anymore," his saddened eyes lifted to meet Barbara's wondering stare, 
then it was as if he were talking to her instead of his father. "She moved away on that same 
day and I never saw her again."

Barbara thought she saw a tear trickle down into the younger man's beard, then she found
herself extending more sympathy. "But there must've been other girls in your life, later on, I 
mean!" she heard the faraway sound of her voice exclaiming, then wondered why she was 
allowing herself to become involved in their crazy conversation.

"No, not really! Oh, there were other girls around, but they weren't pretty like you," his 
eyes seemed to smile softly. "All the girls I knew were ugly, and they were scared to fuck. They 
weren't at all like you; you're so pretty and willing."

"Now wait just a damned minute; I may be pretty, but I'm certainly not willing," she stared 
defiantly at him, then felt an urge to ask him one last question. "Is it really true that you 
fucked cows?"

His head dropped in shame, then she knew; there wasn't even a need to hear his answer. 
"Yes, but I haven't fucked one in a long time," his answer was barely audible, then he gazed at 
her hopefully. "I haven't fucked a cow since I was nineteen, and my dick's just aching to fuck. 
Let me fuck you, please! I won't hurt you, I promise! Oh, God, I've just got to fuck someone!"

"Well you're certainly not going to fuck me," Barbara declared, wondering why her heart 
was pounding wildly because of the challenge the younger man offered. Here was a man in 
his thirties who had been fucked only one time in his life, except for the cows; she could 
certainly show him a thing or two about sex if it weren't for the fact that she was a married 
woman and true to her husband. "If you make one wrong move toward me, I'll scream; my 
son-in-law will be here in a flash second."

"Oh, pretty lady, I don't think you'd want to do that," the older man patted the gun in his 
arms as he smiled down at her, then she noticed that both of them had a gun. They must've 
been local jerks who were hunting out-of-season, and it seemed rather odd that she hadn't 
even noticed the guns until this very moment. "We've never shot anybody, but I'm sure you 
don't want to take the chance of us doing just that. My son isn't going to hurt you; he just 
wants to admire that hot little pussy of yours, that's all."

"But... but I'm married... I have a husband... don't you understand?" her voice trembled as 
she stared fearfully at the older of the two.

"It doesn't matter, lady!" he held an extended hand down to her in invitation. "You're still a
beauty in heat who desperately needs to be fucked. Let's get away from here, away from your 
husband and the two wild rabbits in the clearing. We'll go to another place, a place where we 
can have more privacy."

Barbara could've easily called out for help; the two strangers wouldn't shoot anyone and 
she knew it. On shrill scream from her startled throat and they'd have vanished as if they were 
never there. It would have been an easy matter to get rid of them, but, instead, her trembling 
hand reached out to the stranger, accepting the invitation, whatever the consequence.

She allowed him to lift her to her feet, then decided that she must be crazy as hell to go 
along wit their sinful, seductive plans. However, some wild animal inside her soul was 
prompting her onward, forcing her to breathe harder and faster as she tried to forget about 
being married to a wonderful man. The demon inside her body was suddenly screaming out 
for the primitive love the strangers were offering. A wanton smile formed on her full lips as the
two strangers ogled her total nakedness, then she trembled in mysterious anticipation.

"Pick up her skimpy clothing, Brad," Greg muttered as his bulging eyes came to rest on her
upturned nipples, then she shivered again. "She may need them when we're through with 
her."

"But she still has some of them on," Brad pointed to the bottom half of the bikini which 
was clinging tightly around her ankles. "How do I get them off?"

Barbara suddenly found herself smiling at the younger of the two, then willingly stepped 
out the flimsy material to leave it lying on the ground beside the top portion. Greg led her 
down the pathway, away from Tom and Venus, then she looked back to see Brad gather the 
two small pieces of material into one hand.

"Where are we going, Pa?--farther into the woods?" Brad asked excitedly when he'd 
caught up with them.

"No, I don't think so," Greg muttered and rubbed his week-old beard as if he were in deep 
thought. "We're going to take this little lady home with us; it'll be much safer to fuck her in 
complete privacy."

"But Pa, our cabin's on the other side of the lake," Brad offered in protest.

"It doesn't matter," Greg's voice was stern and serious. "I've never shot anyone, and I don't
intend to start by having to shoot this woman's husband should he stumble upon us fuckin' 
away under some bush. Our cabin is the only safe place to give this naked lovely what she 
wants."

"I can't wait until we get to the cabin, honest; my dick's throbbin' like crazy!" Brad stuffed 
the bikini into one of his pockets and squeezed at the hard lump beneath the crotch of his 
overalls. "Besides, you're going the wrong way."

"We've got to work our way past those two rabbits back there in the clearing, haven't we?"
Greg's question was almost a statement as he veered slightly to the left and entered another 
pathway which would take them around Tom and Venus to lead them onto the other side of 
the lake. "You just hold onto that cum until we get this hot little firecracker into your bed, 
okay?"

"Okay, Pa, I'll try!" Brad answered between gasping breaths, then closed the gap between 
himself the sensual woman so that he could ogle the roundness of those bobbing, churning 
buttocks at closer range.

Barbara listened to the two of them talk as if she were one of the cows they were about to 
fuck, then some very bizarre and sadistic scenes formed in her mind. Something mysterious 
and exotic had prompted her to wander away from the safety provided by Tom and Venus's 
presence, but now she was extremely worried about what these two had in store for her. 
Escape seemed to be the foremost thought in her mind right now; she must make a break 
from then and run through the woods. She stopped suddenly, then her body tensed; the smell
of freedom was strong in her nostrils. She lunged to the right in an attempt to leave the 
pathway and the men far behind, but she was entirely too slow.

Brad had noticed her anxiety and had managed to trip her with his foot; she went 
sprawling headlong beneath the bushes. She turned quickly onto her back and opened her 
mouth to scream, but, again, she was too slow; his huge hand was clamping tightly over her 
mouth. "I told you, Pa!" he gasped as his hand continued to tighten upon her mouth, actually 
twisting her face into a painful contortion. "We should've fucked her while we had the chance! 
I figured she'd try something like this!"

"There's no harm done, Brad! Treating her a little rough will make her enjoy it more; don't 
you know that's why she's doing this?--to make us want her more?" Greg glared down into 
her wildly frightened eyes and shook his head as if to tell her that she shouldn't have tried to 
escape. "Tie her hands and stuff that flimsy outfit of hers into her mouth so she won't scream. 
It won't make any difference if she does scream after we round the next bend; no one will hear
her, anyway."

Brad quickly jerked the bottom half of her bikini out of his pocket with his free hand and 
stuffed it into her mouth before she could fill her lungs with enough air to scream, and that 
was her very last chance to bring someone to her aid; she was now at the complete mercy of 
the thugs who'd captured her. They could do whatever they wanted and she could do nothing
about it.

"I've got her gagged, Pa!" Brad giggled as he worked her hands behind her back, then 
nudged her heaving breasts with his nose as if he were a child with a new toy.

"Good! Now tie her hands!"

"What with?" the captor turned to stare up at his father, then playfully nudged at her 
breasts again.

"Damn it, Brad! Use the rope in your hunting pouch!" Greg suggested somewhat angrily. 
"You always keep one in there, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah! I remember!" Brad giggled again as he produced a six-foot rope from his 
hunting pouch, then yanked Barbara to her feet and tied her hands behind her back. "You're 
so pretty, lady! Can I touch your pussy?" he waited a moment and pretended to be listening, 
then continued. "You didn't say I couldn't; I guess that means I can, doesn't it?"

Barbara closed her eyes tightly when his hands moved down to the protruding mound of 
her pussy to toy with the black curls. She wanted to withdraw her pelvis in retreat, but what 
the hell good would it do?--he'd only make another attempt, and her certainly had the 
advantage. His finger found the slippery groove of her pudenda and bolted into the slushiness
of her subdued vulva, then she couldn't seem to keep her swollen, needful membranes from 
grasping and contracting upon his searching fingertip. She wouldn't have had that happen for
anything in the world, but even his animalistic method felt good to the sensitive tissues of her 
pussy.

"Hey, Pa, you're right!--her pussy's hot! God, is it ever hot!" he grunted like some beast as 
his quickened breath became faster and harder.

"And it's sucking at my finger like crazy! I think she likes me, Pa!--I really do!"

"That's enough, Brad! Let's go!" Greg urged very sternly, then turned to lead the way to 
the cabin. "You can play with that overheated little pussy all you want when we get into your 
bedroom, but don't do it here."

Brad reluctantly pulled his finger from the grasping heat of Barbara's pussy, then they fell 
in behind Greg, Brad bringing up the rear. The pathway veered to the right and around a hill, 
taking them away from the lake and all humanity, then Barbara saw it; the small cabin in the 
wilderness which was called their home.

Barbara found herself trembling beyond all control as Greg pushed the door open for 
them to enter, then as they walked down the hallway and turned to enter Brad's bedroom, she
was almost at the point of passing out.

"Pa? What is that woman doing in our house?" Barbara heard the faraway sound of a 
youthful, feminine voice. "Why is she naked?--and why do you have her all tied up and 
gagged?"

"Humph!--Sally!--my sweet angel!" Greg's voice faltered as if he were losing his speech. 
"This... ah... lady is naked because she wants to take a bath with us... and... ah... she's tied and 
gagged because she did us a wrong and needs to be punished; we're going to punish her in 
Brad's room and you're to pay no attention to what you hear--do you understand? What are 
you doing home, anyway? I thought you were going into town."

Barbara turned to look at the young girl who was standing at the end of the hallway, then 
her heart fluttered wildly; it was as if she were staring at herself, only a few years in the past. 
The girl was dressed in a very simple, one-piece dress, and her long black hair hung all the 
way down to her buttocks. If it hadn't been for the long hair, Sally could've very well been 
Barbara when she was seventeen or eighteen. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to make
the youngster understand, but all she could make were muffled, incomprehensible sounds 
through the material of her bikini. "Humph! Mum-m-humph!" Barbara desperately tried to tell
the pretty young girl she needed help.

"I did go into town to get the groceries, but I skipped the movie and came back home," 
Sally answered, trying to study Barbara's face beyond the ruffled bikini. "What did this woman 
do, Pa? Why must you punish her?"

"It doesn't matter, little one!" Greg's voice softened as he assured the girl. "You just go on 
with your chores and stay away from this room; Brad and I will give her the punishment she 
needs."

"Don't whip her, Pa!--please! A grown lady shouldn't be whipped!" Sally pleaded, her eyes 
narrowing as she studied Barbara's very worried and frightened features. "Besides, if she's 
going to take a bath with us so that we can conserve our water, she must be a nice, 
understanding lady."

Barbara didn't understand the bath and water bit, but it made no difference; she had 
other, more important things whirling in her brain right now.

"What are you staring at, girl?" Greg saw the youngster's building interest in the lady who 
had come into their home. "Why are you looking at this woman in such a strange way?"

"I don't know!--really! She reminds me of someone... someone in the past... someone 
whom I should know... and I know she's a sweet woman; I can feel it in my heart," the girl's 
eyes softened as she gazed wonderingly into Barbara's face. "She looks vaguely familiar; I wish
you'd take that thing out of her mouth so that I could get a good look at her face, and I wish 
you wouldn't whip her, Pa! She's much older than I, and you don't even whip me anymore, not
since I graduated from high school. You just can't whip her, please! Promise me you won't do 
it!"

Greg thought for a moment about the promise, then decided it would be all right to 
promise his daughter that much; hell, they didn't intend to whip this pretty lady, anyway. 
"Okay, angel, you win! We won't whip her, but she still needs to be punished," Greg smiled at 
his daughter, knowing that he couldn't take the gag from Barbara's mouth, at least not right 
now; she'd scream like hell. "Maybe you'll get a chance to look at her face without that thing 
in her mouth a little later, but after we go into Brad's room to punish her. You can go about 
your chores with a smile on your face, though; we won't whip her."

"But we surely are going to give her the punishment she's been begging for," Brad's voice 
was quite excited as his bulging eyes roved up and down Barbara s nakedness. "Wow! You 
should've seen he out there under the bushes, beggin us to punish her while she was playing 
with her... "

"Shut up, boy! Don't dare talk like that to your little sister!" Greg exclaimed angrily, then 
slapped Brad hard across the mouth.

"I'm sorry, Pa!" Brad groaned as he rubbed his mouth, then opened his bedroom door and
went inside. When Barbara and Greg entered the room, also, he closed the door and gazed 
apologetically into his father's angry eyes. "I forgot about Sally not knowing anything about 
fuckin'! I should've remembered you telling me that she'd learn about such things when she 
gets married; it won't happen again."

"Just make sure that it doesn't!" Greg mumbled, then glared at Barbara and pointed to the
bed. "Okay, young lady, get over there!" his eyes caressed the eminent rise of her mons 
veneris, then he smiled teasingly and continued. "It's time for your punishment!"

Barbara just stood there and stared at the unmade bed, her body trembling and jerking as 
her knees began to weaken and buckle.

"Get over there, I said," he grasped her arm and pushed her toward the bed. "I promised 
not to whip you; don't make me forget!"

A belittled defenseless Barbara staggered drunkenly, then lost her balance and fell 
headlong into the bed on her face. She tried to get up, but Brad was right there to push her 
back down, then she began to thrash wildly, hoping that she'd cause enough disturbance to 
arouse Sally's concern. She suddenly wondered about the young girl who had already 
graduated from high school; were these two thugs actually naive enough to think that she 
knew nothing at all about sex?--to think that the youngster didn't know what was happening 
in Brad's bedroom at this very moment? Either they were extremely naive or they were 
outright stupid; any elementary student in the present school systems is well informed in the 
subject of sex, and Greg's daughter was certainly no different from anyone else, no matter 
what he thought.

Barbara finally managed to turn onto her back, her legs flailing in futile attempt, then she 
made the mistake of kicking wildly at Brad's lusty eyes.

He grasped her ankle and raised her leg much higher, actually lifting her buttocks slightly 
off the covers, then swung her leg playfully from side to side, allowing the creamy flesh of her 
thighs to open and close teasingly as he ogled the slitted mound of her raven-haired crotch. 
"Look, Pa! Look at her sweet little pussy! Have you ever seen such a pretty little snatch in your 
life?" Brad gurgled as he continued to swing her leg from side to side, actually forcing the 
juice-filled crease of her pudenda to gape and close as if it were hotly anticipating some kind 
of wild excitement. "Look at it, Pa! It's winking at me! I think it wants my dick!"

"Damn it, Brad! Cut out the horseplay and fuck her!" Greg eased to the side of the bed and
stared down at Barbara's writhing, trembling nakedness as his surging, eight-inch thickness 
pressed anxiously at the material of his overalls.

"This hot little wench is aching for a hard dick; either give her yours or get the hell out of 
the way so that I can give her mine."

"I know she wants to fuck me, Pa, but I'm going to tease her a little before I do it," Brad 
loosened the straps of his overalls with one hand and let them fall down around his ankles, 
then pushed her leg outward and glared down at her fiery crotch as his hand slid to the inside
of her thigh and caressed the warm creaminess of her quivering flesh as it moved slowly and 
cautiously down to the deepened hollow beside her protruding and swollen, slightly gaping 
pudenda. His fingertips teased sinfully at the silky, hollowed smoothness between her inner 
thigh and the soft rise of her pubic mound, causing her to tremble with tear and passion at 
the same instant. "She'll be screaming for me to fuck her in a few moments."

"Well don't take all day!" Greg knelt in the bed beside her and cupped her heaving tittie 
flesh to notice that her pert nipples were already bursting with engorged hardness, then he 
fingered the stiffened buds beneath the flesh of his fingertips, causing her to tremble and 
shiver even more than she was, already. "Hell, boy, she's ready to fuck us right now; don't you 
know that?"

"Yeah! I know!" Brad's eyes widened with delight as he stared down at Barbara's crotch, 
then he smiled wantonly as his soft hand tenderly covered the warmth of her vibrant mound 
to knead its softness. One of his fingers slipped into the top of her saturated groove to toy 
with her swollen clit, then eased into the warmth of her pulsating membranes to circle her 
contracting fuckhole. "I just want to play with her pussy for awhile; I think she likes it that 
way--to play before fuckin', I mean."

Oh, God, these two monsters were talking as if Barbara were enjoying their abuse, and 
maybe she was--she was trembling uncontrollably. They were even suggesting that she 
wanted them to fuck her, and maybe she wanted that, also--her cuntal tissues were secreting 
and contracting like crazy. She suddenly thought of her husband, then it seemed to make no 
difference what was happening to her; she could enjoy this kind of sex to the fullest extent 
because it was being forced upon her. It wasn't as if she were asking to be fucked; they were 
going to fuck her, anyway. She could accept this kind of fucking without feeling any regrets; 
this was a forced situation which she could do nothing about. She could enjoy fucking in a 
situation such as this and feel no guilt at all; the two molesters staring down at her were really 
the guilty ones, the ones who were handling her body and forcing her to submit to their 
desires.

Her pelvis lurched upward as Brad's finger entered her vagina, then her receptive crotch 
accepted the full length of his probing fingertip as her pussy gobbled up his searching 
member. She was certainly a married woman, a woman who was deeply in love with her 
husband, but she couldn't prevent what was happening to her right now, could she?

She groaned in complete surrender as Brad's engorged crown found its way through the 
opening of his shorts to press blindly at the outside edge of her slightly churning pudenda, 
then it began to probe and jab anxiously as it sought the slushy, overheated entrance to her 
forbidden belly. Barbara couldn't seem to keep her crotch from corkscrewing upward in hot 
desire as the tip of his throbbing cock worked its way closer to the quivering slit of her pussy, 
then she wondered what the hell was happening to her. She suddenly felt lower than some 
dog in heat, a dog which was seeking the penetration of every hard cock in the 
neighborhood, but this wasn't like her at all. She was a very happily married woman, and she 
still had a few morals left in her relinquished body; the least she could do is to fight back at 
her two molesters and escape their clutches if at all possible.

She squirmed frantically, then discovered that Brad had tied the knot loosely upon her 
wrists; her hands were twisting and turning in the rope, and they were almost free. If she could
actually slip her hands free of the rope, nothing could keep her from removing the bikini-gag 
from her mouth and screaming at the top of her voice.

She worked furiously with the rope at her back as Greg smiled down at her and loosened 
the straps of his overalls, then swung them over his shoulders to let the overalls fall down his 
legs, exposing the tremendous hardness which was pressing forcefully against the material of 
his shorts. She stared at his pulsating stiffness as she continued to work with the rope, then 
her hands slipped free at the same instant Brad's inflamed crown found its way between the 
trembling, passion-soaked lips of her needful pussy. She yanked the gag from her mouth and 
took the deep breath needed for a scream as Brad's hard cockmeat ripped through the 
yielding tissues of her frustrated vaginal entrance to slip eight inches into her quivering belly, 
then it was too late to scream; all she could do is shiver in anticipation and stare up at Greg's 
engorged crotch.

"Mum-m-m... this is beautiful... so beautiful!" she purred in contentment as her legs 
surrounded Brad's thrusting pelvis and pulled him deep as possible into her willing depths, 
then reached out and unsnapped Greg's shorts, grasping his throbbing, eight-inch hardness 
in her anxious hands as it burst to its freedom. "I'm being fucked and I can do nothing about 
it. There's two gorgeous cocks at my disposal, and they're being forced upon me. I must do 
what any woman would do in this predicament: yield or be tortured."

Greg smiled sinfully as she pulled his engorged stiffness to her hungry mouth, then 
groaned when the tip of her tongue fluttered at the small but gaping slit. He watched as the 
softness of her pouting lips nibbled anxiously at the tip of his swollen, blood-engorged 
cockhead, sampling the velvety texture of his purple flesh as if it were a delicacy, then his 
pelvis eased slowly downward to press his flattening but extended protuberance hotly against 
her persistent mouth.

Barbara gasped in frustration and disappointment as Brad's cockmeat stiffened to the 
utmost and exploded inside her belly, then she swallowed five inches of Greg's surging 
thickness and began to suck wildly as her needful crotch corkscrewed up onto Brad's jerking, 
erupting shaft. Her receptive cuntal sheath began to spasm in frantic desperation as she tried 
to reach orgasm while his hot sperm was spurting forcefully into her quivering womb. She 
wanted to cum at this very instant; oh, God, she must cum before these two beautiful cocks 
were totally spent. She suddenly needed to cum more than at any other time in her life; her 
frothing, pulsating cuntal tissues were actually screaming for release.

Brad had managed to cum too quickly; hell, his cock was spending itself before it had 
made even one plunge in and out of her pussy. He'd rammed furiously into her willing belly, 
then started unloading his semen before his cock had settled in her depths. She suddenly 
remembered Brad saying that he hadn't fucked since he was nineteen, and even at that time 
he'd fucked a cow. It was no wonder that the bereft man had unloaded so quickly; Barbara 
was the first real fuck he'd ever had. Oh, he'd fucked some girl in the past for one fleeting 
moment, but that was when he was thirteen.

Barbara found herself wondering just how long it had been since Greg fucked a woman. 
Would he, like his son, shove into her pussy and reach a premature climax? Oh, God, she 
hoped not! She mustn't let that happen!--not twice in the same afternoon!--not twice in just a
few moments!

Her rotating pelvis kept grinding upward as her pulsating cuntal sheath milked and 
grasped wantingly at Brad's cockshaft, desperately trying to retain its hard state, then she 
stopped sucking so frantically at Greg's extended stiffness; these two cocks must remain hard 
if she were to reach a climax of any kind. These two men had forced themselves on her, and 
now, damn it, she needed to be fucked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sally had always respected her father's judgment about most things, but bringing a 
strange woman into their home for punishment was something she questioned. She'd taken 
her father's advice and started her chores, but she couldn't get the beautiful and familiar lady 
off her young mind. Who was she? Why was she naked? Why had they taken her into the 
privacy of Brad's bedroom?--certainly not to punish her; they could have punished her in 
Sally's presence. Why were her hands tied?--and why was she gagged?

The youngster continued to do her housework as the questions played back and forth 
across her mind, then nothing seemed to make any sense to her. She knew that her father had
forced the strange lady to come here; that's why she was tied and gagged. She knew, also, 
that they were in Brad's room for a purpose other than punishment. She suddenly wondered if
they could be interested in the lady's naked body. Could they, at this very moment, be 
handling her private parts?--maybe even trying to fuck her against her will?

She frowned at her accusatory thoughts, knowing that her father and brother would never 
lower themselves to become involved in the sinful act of fucking. They'd never mentioned sex 
in her presence, and so she'd assumed that the enjoyment of sex was not only sinful but also 
disgraceful.

She suddenly remembered that the other girls at school talked about how nice and 
pleasant it was to fuck, but she'd assumed that they were sluttish creatures who didn't know 
any better--that they didn't have parents who loved them as her father loved her--or that they
just didn't want to obey their parents, anyway. Sally wasn't like the other girls at all; she always
obeyed her father. If sex were a lawful act and pleasant to enjoy, her father would've talked to 
her about it--or would he? She somehow remembered Brad's bulging eyes and excited voice 
when he started to say something about what the lady was doing to herself under the bushes,
but then her father had slapped him across the mouth before he could complete the 
sentence. Why hadn't her father allowed her to hear what Brad had to say? Was it just some 
vulgar word he didn't want her to hear?--or was the lady actually enjoying what she'd been 
doing? Were they going to enjoy it, also?--in the confinement of Brad's bedroom?--not 
wanting her to know what they were doing to the lady?--but why? If it were sinful to fuck, her 
father and brother wouldn't be doing it; and if it weren't sinful, why couldn't they be a little 
more open with her?

Sally completed the task of sweeping the floor and started dusting their few pieces of 
furniture as her mind wandered to the bedroom and her father. She loved him very much and 
she knew that he loved her, but she couldn't understand why he hadn't discussed sex with her,
even if it were sinful. He could've told her about it, then warned her not to partake in its 
pleasures because of sin.

She was suddenly a very confused little girl: was sex, after all, a pleasurable act?--an act 
which wasn't quite so sinful as she thought?--an act which her father had kept hidden from 
her all these years for a reason she didn't understand?

She glanced at the picture on the table, then picked it up and stared down at the image of
her mother as her eyes filled with tears. The youngster never got the chance to know her 
mother; she died when Sally was born. "Oh, Mother, I need you desperately," she sighed as a 
tear trickled down her young, innocent, uninformed cheeks. "Pa's a good man and I love him, 
but there's so much he hasn't told me. I need to know about those things, Mother!--why does
Pa continue to hide them from me?"

You're speaking about sex, aren't you? Sally could almost hear the softness of her mother's
concerned voice as she stared at the picture through tear-blurred eyes, then her sorrowful 
heart yielded to the beautiful voice in her mind. Your father loves you, and you should never 
doubt that fact. I love you, also, darling, and I realize that a father can never take the place of 
a mother. Your father hasn't told you about sex because he doesn't really know how to discuss
such things with a young girl, especially his own daughter. He hasn't brought up the subject 
because he's somewhat fearful of the questions you'd probably ask; questions which he 
wouldn't know how to answer. Don't worry about sex, sweetheart; you'll learn all you need to 
know much sooner than you may expect--I'll see to that! Study my picture very closely, little 
one, and you'll understand what I'm saying--the knowledge of sex is at your fingertips! I love 
you!

Sally found herself staring at the picture of her mother as the tears flowed freely down her 
cheeks, then as the words of her mother seemed to ring in her mind, she wondered what they 
could mean. How could the knowledge of sex be at her fingertips? No one could inform her of
the things she needed to know about sex--only an older female could do that. She suddenly 
wondered how studying her mother's picture could help--just what would it prove?

She gazed into the brownness of her mother's eyes, noticing that, for the first time in her 
young life, those beautiful eyes seemed to dance and sparkle with a happiness she'd never 
seen, then she studied the glistening sheen of that flowing raven hair as she searched for the 
mysterious secret of which her mother's urgent voice had assured. She studied the complete 
picture, then gazed sadly into the very beautiful image of her mother's face. The image 
somehow seemed disappointed that Sally hadn't discovered its hidden but meaningful secret.

Sally stared hopefully at her mother's picture, then dropped her eyes in defeat. "It's no use,
Mother," she sighed helplessly, then lifted her eyes to study the picture one last time as the tip
of her finger outlined the image of her mother's full lips. "I'm sorry, but I just can't understand 
what you're trying to tell me."

She saw the understanding in her mother's face as the gag in the stranger's mouth 
suddenly flashed across her mind, then her finger covered her mother's mouth. Her heart 
pounded wildly as she covered the lower portion of her mother's face and stared at the 
picture, then she gasped and tried to swallow the growing lump in her throat. "Oh, my Cod! 
Mother! She's you! You're her! You're the beautiful stranger in Brad's bedroom!" Sally finally 
managed to swallow the lump as renewed tears filled her eyes, realizing that her mother had 
somehow sent the stranger across the void of space and time to fill a need in her young 
soul--to be the mother she never had. "You've come back to me as another person, to tell me 
the things I need to know, and to love me as your daughter," her pounding heart leaped with 
sudden happiness, then fluttered in frustrated anxiety as she gasped, "oh, Mother, you're in 
Brad's bedroom, and they're taking advantage of you; I just know they are. Maybe you 
planned it that way and don't want me to interfere, but I've got to stop them, Mother; they 
could be hurting you and I can't allow them to do that, even though they are my father and 
my brother. Forgive me if I do the wrong thing, please!"

The frustrated but concerned youngster grasped her mother's picture tightly and ran 
down the hallway, then, not even considering the possibility that she could be whipped or 
punished for barging into the room, opened the door and slammed it back against the wall as
she rushed to the side of the bed.

"What the...!" Greg gasped in shock when he realized his young daughter was standing 
there ogling the sensual performance, then he felt nothing but shame.

"Don't hurt her, Pa!--Brad!--please! This woman is my mother!" Sally sobbed, knowing that
the naked stranger wasn't actually her mother, but knowing, also, that a portion of her 
mother's spirit had found it's way into this lovely lady. "How could you not recognize 
her?--you should've known my mother wouldn't let me down, not when I need her love so 
desperately."

Greg stared at the picture his daughter was holding in front of her as he remembered his 
beautiful wife in all her splendor, then his gaze drifted down into Barbara's blushing face as 
her swollen lips slipped shamefully from the tip of his extended hardness. "Oh, my God! What 
have I done?" his thick stiffness seemed to wilt as if by magic when he saw the resemblance, 
then Brad saw the likeness and his cock went limp, also. "Something about this lady attracted 
me when I first saw her, even back there beneath the bushes, but I didn't know what it was, 
not until this very minute," Greg's eyes welled with tears and overflowed, making two wet 
trails down his cheeks, then he pulled away and stared upward before continuing. "I've been 
so damned stupid! Forgive me, Barbara, my darling! I didn't know! I didn't realize!"

Barbara shivered mysteriously when Brad's limpness slipped from her frothing, pulsating 
cuntal tissues. She'd wanted and needed those two cocks desperately, but when she stared up
at the young girl who had forced her way into their midst, she trembled fearfully, realizing that
the youngster had deeper needs, more desperate needs, and certainly more urgent needs. 
Barbara's folly could be postponed for awhile, but Sally's needs couldn't wait, not for a 
moment. She suddenly remembered that the youngster had referred to her as being her 
mother, then shivered even more fearfully when she remembered that Greg had called her by 
name--she hadn't revealed her name to them at all. "Flow did you know my name?" Barbara 
stared at Greg, then closed her thighs and covered her naked pussy with her hands in an 
attempt to hide her crotch from the innocent girl.

"I don't know your name, lady," Greg lowered his eyes and stared wonderingly into her 
puzzled face.

"But you just called my name when you asked me to forgive you!" she wondered, then it 
seemed as if she were in some kind of supernatural daze.

"I wasn't asking you to forgive me," his lips twitched nervously as he gazed into the depth 
of her brown eyes. "I was asking my wife to forgive me; she died eighteen years ago when 
Sally was born."

Barbara's face took on a ghostlike appearance as the blood drained from her head, then 
she stared at the bereaved man as if she were in a deep trance. If it weren't for the week-old 
beard he'd have looked very much like her first husband, the husband who had died shortly 
after Venus was born. The hair color was the greatest difference between the two of them: 
Greg's hair was black, an extreme contrast to the whitish-blond hair of her late husband. "But...
but that's my name, also!" her faraway voice quivered mysteriously, not sounding at all like her
own. "My name is Barbara!"

Her last statement seemed to resound throughout the room, reverberating in their minds 
like an echo from the spirit world, then they stared wonderingly down at her as Sally's heart 
pounded with wild excitement. "Oh, Mother, I knew you wouldn't abandon me, not 
completely," she stared at the picture in her hands, then gazed hopefully into the softness of 
Barbara's eyes. "I... I love you!--I need you so much... so very much!"

Barbara's heart fluttered out of control as she gazed into the young girl's anxious eyes, 
then her mind began to spin crazily as she visualized Sally's frightening dilemma. Standing 
before her was a beautiful girl who had been denied the love and understanding of a mother; 
a girl who had been reared in a well-hidden cabin by a misguided father and an uninformed 
brother, a girl who, obviously, needed the assistance and guidance of an older female; and a 
girl who, no matter how fantastic it may seem, looked enough like Barbara to be her own 
daughter.

A weird set of circumstances played upon Barbara's mind as she studied the radiant glow 
on the youngster's face, then she found herself trembling mysteriously: the girl was the same 
age as Barbara's youngest daughter; her mother had died only a few weeks prior to the death 
of Venus's father; Greg, like Barbara, had reared his children without the aid of a marriage 
partner; and, whether coincidental or by some twist of fate, Greg and Barbara greatly 
resembled each other's deceased partner.

Barbara tried to clear her befuddled mind as she realized that Sally was actually begging 
her to be the mother she never had, then a godly spirit stirred in her body to touch the 
deepest recess of her soul. Tears oozed from the corners of her eyes and trickled down into 
her ears as her heart softened, then she could no longer fight the inevitable. She moved her 
hands from her naked crotch to open her arms in invitation to the young girl, then yielded to 
the spirit in her soul as her eyes sparkled with the pureness of true love. "I... I love you... too... 
darling!" her voice was soft but assuring.

The youngster gladly responded to the invitation and fell into Barbara's open arms, then 
her body began to jerk with frantic sobs as the warm softness of her puckering lips caressed 
and kissed the quivering flesh of Barbara's neck. "I... I want my mother... lady... please!" her 
sobbing breath seemed extremely hot on Barbara's neck as her broken heart proclaimed its 
forlorn need. "I need her love! I... I need your love! Oh Barbara... I need someone's love! Love 
me... please! Be my mother for just a little while... I beg you!"

Barbara found herself trembling fearfully as Sally's searching lips climbed over her chin 
and neared the corner of her mouth, then when the young girl boldly but innocently kissed 
the fullness of her own parted lips, the trembling became that of wanton passion. She 
immediately pushed her own desire aside to kiss the tender lips as a mother should kiss her 
daughter, but then she felt those braless mounds of youthful firmness brushing teasingly 
against her own breasts through the thin material of Sally's dress, forcing her nipples to stiffen
sinfully. Knowing that the youngster's advances were only an innocent display for needed 
affection, she ignored the fire of hell which was racing through her loins until she felt those 
pert little nipples stiffen anxiously against her own, then her arms surrounded Sally's body as 
she began to yield to the girl's desperate need. Even though she may not realize it, Sally was 
begging for something more than love--her virgin, uninformed body was screaming for sexual
attention. "Yes... darling... I'll love you! I... I need your love... also!" a low moan escaped 
Barbara's throat, then the tip of her wet tongue outlined the youngster's willing but trembling 
lips as her hands gently caressed the naked smoothness of that young back beneath the thin 
material, the tips of her fingers creeping slowly downward until they came in contact with the 
protruding rise of those delightfully rounded buttocks. "I... I'll be your mother... Sally!--for as 
long as you need me! I'll be anything you want or need... anything!--just don't be fearful... not 
while you're in my arms!"

"I need many things but I've grown to fear most of them because Pa and Brad won't 
discuss them with me. My father and my brother have forced me to feel evil and sinful about 
things other girls my age seem to enjoy, yet I can't just close my mind to those thoughts. Oh, 
God, I must be the most evil-minded girl in the world,' Sally raised her head and stared 
innocently into Barbara's loving, understanding eyes, then the jerking sobs subsided as her 
young body began to tremble and quiver mysteriously. "It's nice to be in your arms like this. 
You make me feel wanted and needed, but you make me feel something else, 
also--something I can't quite explain; I'm tingling all over and I don't know why. Oh, Barbara, I 
hope you'll always be my mother; may I call you Mother?--please!"

"Yes, my darling daughter, I'd like that!" Barbara answered sweetly as her fingertips played 
along the lower portion of the girl's spine, then she noticed that those youthful eyes were 
ogling the creamy mounds of her breasts, especially the swollen, hardened nipples. She saw 
the tip of Sally's tongue wet her parted lips in a kind of innocent anticipation, then when she'd
almost made up her mind to guide the youngster's lips to her bursting nipples, she thought 
about Greg and Brad standing there watching them. She hesitated for a moment, then 
decided to push the two men from her mind and pretend they weren't even in the room. 
They'd never mentioned sex in Sally's presence because of their own ignorance, and that was 
a great mistake on their part; the young virgin in Barbara's arms needed more sexual attention
than Greg and Brad could realize, and watching her make love to Barbara's adult, female body
would certainly make them know they'd failed the youngster. She studied the young girl's 
excited face and smiled assuringly. "You're not an evil-minded girl, and don't worry about the 
tingling in your body; that's a natural thing when you want to have sex with someone you 
love," she whispered so that Greg and Brad wouldn't hear her, then continued in a whispering 
voice. "Do you want to make love to me, darling? Do you want me to make love to you?"

"I... I think so!" Sally stared into the depths of Barbara's loving eyes, then trembled 
excitedly when she glanced back to those lovely mounds of flesh on that feminine chest. She 
licked at her anxious lips and continued in her soft, moaning voice. "Yes... oh... yes! It would be
nice to love someone like you! You're so beautiful... so understanding... so wonderful to be 
with."

"So are you!" Barbara assured her, allowing her hands to wander over the roundness of 
her buttocks to cup her youthful asscheeks. "I think I'd like to have you make love to me, and I
know I'd like to make love to you. You're looking at my breasts, darling!--what do they make 
you want to do?"

"They make me want to cuddle close to them... close to you," she whispered without 
hesitating, then shivered somewhat fearfully. "But what about Pa?--Brad? they're watching us!"

"Don't worry about them," Barbara's soft voice gurgled needfully. "They've ignored you 
long enough; this is your chance to show them a thing or two about sex--to show them how 
much you know, even without their help and guidance."

"Oh, Barbara, you do understand my needs, don't you?" Sally lowered the side of her face 
to Barbara's chest, the channel of her ear devouring one of those swollen nipples as her 
trembling lips breathed hotly on the other one. "I want you so much, and I don't care who 
watches us. Make love to me, please! Make me know what it's all about."

"I will, my sweet darling! I'll love that beautiful little body of yours until you beg me to 
stop," Barbara's fingers found the crease of that tempting little ass beneath the material, then 
followed its fissure from one end to the other, "but you must make the first move; you do 
understand what I'm saying, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand, Mother! Brad and my father wouldn't understand you making love to 
me unless I made the first move," Sally whimpered a little, then allowed her wanting lips to 
creep a little closer to that tempting areola. "They could never understand you making love to 
me if I didn't want you to."

Before Barbara could answer, those parted lips had found their way to her bursting nipple 
to kiss gently, then Sally sucked her tittie flesh into the back of her contracting throat as her 
youthful pelvis began churning anxiously downward to grind her virgin pudenda caressingly 
against the soft rise of Barbara's protruding pubic mound. The low moan of passion which 
escaped Barbara's trembling lips resembled the sound of a contented purr, then she felt 
herself yielding to the suppressed desires of the lovelorn girl who was begging for her 
affection.

"Well I'll be damned!" Greg muttered unbelievingly as he watched his little daughter's 
hungry mouth upon Barbara's adult, female breast while her youthful buttocks shuddered into
a jerking, rotating motion toward Barbara's yielding, opening crotch, then he stared at his 
astounded son. "What the hell does she think she's doing?--she's not supposed to know 
anything about fuckin'! Hell, we've never told her anything about sex, not a damned thing!"

"That may be true, but she's sure as hell fuckin' that pretty ladies pussy like it was a hard 
peter," Brad groaned his answer as his cock began to throb and harden, then smiled 
somewhat timidly at his father before turning his attention back to the two engrossed females
on the bed. "I don't understand how Barbara can just lie there and do nothing; hell, if Sally 
were on top of me like that I'd have my dick in her pussy before she knew it."

"Shut up, boy!--you're talking about your little sister!" Greg stared defiantly at him, then 
lowered his eyes to the two trembling bodies on the bed. "You could never fuck Sally!--that's 
incest!"

"It doesn't matter what you call it, I'd have to fuck her if she were on top of me like that," 
Brad stared hotly at his sister's churning buttocks, then felt his cock jerk to a total stiffness. 
"Hell, Pa, she's got a pussy just like any other female, and she seems to know why it's there. If 
Barbara had a dick it would be inside Sally's belly by now."

"That's possible, but she's no kin to Sally," Greg glared hotly at his son. "You're her brother,
j though, and you could never fuck her."

"Are you sure about that?" Brad glanced at his father, then turned his attention back to 
Sally and Barbara. "Just take one good look at those pretty little asscheeks of Sally's, then tell 
me that you wouldn't be more than happy to fuck her, yourself."

Greg stared at his son unbelievingly, then glanced down at the churning little buttocks of 
his daughter and choked on the lump in his throat. Barbara's fingers were slipping the hem of 
her dress upward to uncover the perfectness of Sally's rounded half-moons, then he choked 
again as he ogled his daughter's panties-clad assflesh, but he couldn't seem to keep his cock 
from coming to an erect stiffness. His bulging eyes stared at a point between his daughter's 
slightly parted thighs, then he neglected to answer his son, altogether.

He watched as Barbara's fingers found their way beneath the band of Sally's panties and 
pushed them very skillfully over the roundness of : her young buttocks and hips to slip them 
down her creamy thighs, then he ogled the tempting slit of his daughter's raven-haired pussy. 
His cock lurched to a throbbing hardness as he stared at Sally's alluring crotch, then he 
remembered wishing he could see the complete length of her little gash each and every time 
they took a bath.

He ogled his daughter's delightful virginity, then wondered if his son's statement could be 
correct--would he be more than happy to fuck Sally, himself? He watched her young assflesh 
quiver and vibrate needfully as it undulated in a circular motion to force Barbara's thighs wide,
then their naked pussies seemed to tantalize each other's soul as those swollen clits caressed 
teasingly. Even though he couldn't visualize the actual contact of their crotches, his bereft 
mind could comprehend the sensual procedure of such an affair: open pussyflesh of two 
needful females coming into contact, caressing and pulsating with hot desire as their bursting 
clits pressed anxiously forward in hopes of reaching forbidden orgasm.

He watched as Barbara worked Sally's dress upward between their bodies to free those 
youthful breast, then his cock surged to an aching hardness he'd never known as she slipped 
the dress over his daughter's head and tossed it to the floor at his feet. His engorged 
cockshaft began to jerk with demanding madness as he stared lustily at the needful maturity 
of Sally's alluring nakedness. He'd imagined fucking her many times after he'd spanked her, 
even masturbating in the privacy of his room, but he'd always assumed her to be an innocent 
little girl. He'd never seen her like this: her body draped hotly over a female lover in a very 
needful way, those stiffened little nipples dangling slightly down to tease at the trembling 
breasts beneath them, those youthful but yielding lips parting to anxiously cover the female 
mouth below them, and that vibrant but virgin pussy receiving sexual pleasure from the hot, 
undulating, feminine crotch of a more than willing partner.

Greg's prick felt as if it were going to split open with passion as he ogled Sally's lewd but 
sensual display with her female lover but, no matter how much his cock needed to part her 
virgin tissues, he could never allow himself to partake in the pleasures she had to offer--she 
was his little girl, and because of that fact, her virgin but willing pussy was forbidden to him. A 
helpless groan gurgled from his throat when the sudden reality of his daughter's actions 
rebounded in the back of his brain; she was making love to another woman, another 
forbidden act within his small circle of friends. He must pull Sally from Barbara's voluptuous 
nakedness before other, more sinful acts crossed her young mind. God, her little body was 
nothing short of fantastic, and what the two ladies were doing to each other forced his eyes to
bulge with wild excitement; he'd better separate the two of them before their tempting and 
inviting actions caused him to change his mind, completely.

His trembling hands reached slowly down to Sally's rotating hips to jerk her from Barbara's
yielding crotch, but Barbara saw him and knew what he was going to do. She must stop him in
some way; they'd only begun to tease at the two men with their sensual acts of love and were 
beginning to enjoy the torment they were causing. They must continue their lewd lovemaking 
and drive Greg and his son out of their minds with wanton desire, especially since Sally had 
been reared as an innocent little girl by two unthinking people who assumed that she should 
know nothing at all about sex. Barbara suddenly saw the building excitement in Greg's eyes 
and decided to take a chance with a few chosen words; she must lure him onward and prove 
just how much his cherished daughter knew about sex, even without his help and 
understanding. "Yes... Greg... that's it! Those panties are interfering with Sally's movements!" 
Barbara suggested hopefully as one of her fingertips followed the sensual crease of her young
asscheeks, causing them to vibrate with passion before her father's astounded eyes. "Take off 
your daughter's panties... Greg... and relieve her of all previous inhibitions! You must be the 
one to uncover her complete nakedness if she's ever to forgive you for rearing her in sexual 
ignorance. This is your chance to make an amend... Greg... and it will probably be your last 
chance. Your daughter wants you to remove your panties! Don't fail her again... not as you've 
done in the past! Take off her panties and prove that you're the man she hopes you are."

His hands had already enclosed about his daughter's hips with a tight grasp, then for 
some unknown reason--maybe it was Barbara's urgent plea and maybe it was his own 
desire--his fingers moved over the roundness of her buttocks and slipped to the inside of 
those firm but silky thighs and worked their way slowly down to the panties which were 
clinging tightly to her legs. He grasped the elastic band and eased the panties down his 
daughter's tapered legs to jerk them from her feet, then glared wonderingly at the wet 
somewhat sticky crotch.

He brought the dampened material to the tip of his nose and sniffed his daughter's virgin 
juices of passion, then his cock jerked with animallike anticipation as he dropped the panties 
to the floor.

He stared down at his loving daughter's churning rump, then, remembering the tantalizing
scent of her panties and the warm firmness of her inner thighs, his cock began to throb with 
an aching urgency. Before he could stop the movement of his hands, his fingers were 
kneading and caressing her trembling assflesh, then it was too late to stop. Precum oozed 
from the tip of his cock as his searching fingertips eased into the crack of her asscheeks to 
tease at her puckered anus. Oh, God, he shouldn't be doing this at all, not to his own 
daughter, but her young flesh was certainly the most tempting flesh he'd ever fondled.

He noticed a flashing, jerking movement from the corner of his eye as he continued to 
fondle his daughter's virgin flesh, then realized that Brad had crawled into bed and was 
masturbating, the tip of his burgeoning cock aimed straight at his sister's ass, and from only a 
few inches away. Almost by the time he noticed what Brad was doing to himself, white globs 
of sperm was spewing from his jerking cock to splatter onto Sally's grinding buttocks.

He waited until the last of Brad's semen had dribbled onto Sally's rump, then worked the 
slippery globs of goo into the crease of her asscheeks with a massaging motion to lubricate 
that wrinkled pucker. The tip of one finger slipped easily into her tight entrance, then he 
pushed into the heat of her rectal tunnel, all the way to the third knuckle.

"Oh-h-h... Pa! Mother!" Sally groaned as her pussy lurched forward at Barbara's open 
crotch, then her youthful cuntal fluids began to trickle into Barbara's open pussyflesh. "I... I... 
I'm... ooh... God... what's happening to me? It suddenly feels so good!"

"You're cumming... darling! Don't worry about what's happening... it's only natural to 
experience this in sex," Barbara assured her, then wrapped her legs around the youngster's 
quaking, unknowing body. "You're having your very first orgasm, and I'm glad you're having it 
because of me. Just let yourself go and don't hold back; you'll enjoy it more."

"You mean I... I'm actually cuming?" Sally's quivering voice was somewhat inquisitive and 
excited. "I thought the girls at school were joking about this; I didn't realize it could actually 
happen, not to me."

"It's happening, my little lover, and this is only the first of many," Barbara assured her as 
she flipped Sally onto her back and got on top of her, forcing Greg's finger from his 
daughter's grasping asshole, then she turned around an straddled Sally's head with her crotch
as she stared hotly at the quivering virginity beneath her. "I'm going to make you cum all over
the bed, and, before I'm through with you, you'll want to make me cum, also."

Barbara's hands circled the open thighs beneath her, then her fingers opened the small 
but tempting slit of the raven-haired pudenda below her watering mouth, revealing the 
reddened tissues of Sally's pulsating virginity. She lowered her parted lips to the unexplored 
territory of Sally's youthful crotch, sniffing the youngster's sex excitedly, then sucked the raw 
but willing pussyflesh in to the wet channel of her mouth.

Her probing tongue pushed into the small opening of Sally's virginity, the lapped the 
flowing juices of passion, Barbara's lips moved up that sensual little gash to the budding 
clitoris at the top to nibble and lap at the entrance of it's tiny sheath. It swelled and pulsated 
with desire as Sally's hips shuddered into a grinding, undulating action, then, when another 
climax was evident, her asscheeks vibrated and jerked uncontrollably as an abundance of 
glistening cuntal fluids flowed from her virgin, orgasmic membranes.

"Mum-m-m... aah... uhmhuhm... M-o-t-h-e-r! I... I'm doing it again! I... I'm cuming so good!
Oh-h-h... yes... so good!" Sally groaned contentedly as she felt that hungry mouth slip deep 
into the open, pulsating folds of her cum-dripping pussy to gobble the flowing nectar, then 
her passion-stricken eyes stared hotly at the alluring raven-haired crotch which was churning 
temptingly above her face. The swollen lips of Barbara's puffy pudenda were gaping sinfully to
expose the desire-drenched, reddish-pink pussyflesh beneath, then Sally noticed that the 
tender, passion-darkened membranes were quivering needfully--even the delicate, tulip 
shaped petals of that juice-filled labia were parted to resemble the fluttering wings of a 
butterfly as they vibrated in anticipation of youthful, searching lips. Sally licked anxiously at 
her parched lips, then she knew what she must--no, what she wanted to do.

Her hands reached up to the rotating mounds of Barbara's buttocks, then, grasping them 
firmly beneath her kneading fingers, she pulled that velvety but slushy pussymeat to her 
watering mouth. The heat of the feminine crotch which was covering her face was 
overwhelmingly delightful, and the lively scent of stirred up female sex was more than just 
tantalizingly stimulating to her sense of smell.

Her parted lips quivered anxiously, then dived into the open furrow of Barbara's prominent
mons veneris to French kiss the depths of her squishy vulva. The tip of her inexperienced 
tongue probed and jabbed at the contracting entrance to Barbara's overheated vagina, then 
slipped into the seething depths of that mature but tightly grasping cuntal sheath to lap and 
flutter with childish but animallike urgency. The unknowing young girl had no way of 
comprehending the telltale symptoms, but the spasmodic membranes of Barbara's 
impassioned, juice-filled pussy was on the very brink of orgastic explosion.

The beautiful and feminine crotch which had engulfed her girlish face vibrated suddenly 
and jerked out of control, then lunged downward to drive the ecstatic, pulsating membranes 
of that open, overflowing pussy deeper into her young but willing mouth. She frantically 
gnawed and sucked on the raw pussyflesh which had been thrust between her teeth, then 
swallowed the sweet but somewhat tangy nectar which flowed freely into the back of her 
hungry throat.

Barbara's attentive mouth seemed hotter on her virgin pussy as those warm lips and that 
searching tongue wandered frantically over her open pudenda to explore and caress every 
erogenous nerve in her sensitive and vibrating crotch, then her own pelvis shuddered into 
action, driving her profuse virginity hard into Barbara's wanting mouth as a small brook of 
pussy cum flowed into the crack of her churning asscheeks.

Barbara's tongue lapped the tasty juices from that sweet little overflowing well of passion, 
then dived into the sensual valley of those alluring little asscheeks in search of the cream 
which had been wasted. The tip of her tongue fluttered across the wrinkled but swollen 
pucker of Sally's small anus, then pushed slightly into its contracting tightness in a brief, 
experimental gesture.

They removed their mouths from each other's crotch and quivered in the last throes of 
orgasm, then Barbara became aware of manly breathing.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Barbara stared up into their bulging eyes and trembled excitedly as Brad, already 
completely naked, crawled into bed and eased around to her upraised buttocks. He and Greg 
were totally hard at the moment, their cocks surging and pulsing with renewed vigor, and 
their very hard breathing sounded more like frantic gasps. She noticed that Greg's wondering 
eyes were glaring hotly at Sally's saliva-saturated crotch with much interest then she 
wondered if she could possibly lure him into bed and coax that throbbing cockmeat into his 
daughter's virgin pussy--the daughter from whom he'd kept the knowledge of sex hidden.

She glanced down at the youthful buttocks below her to see the pucker of that tempting 
asshole wink and contract excitedly, then knew that she must, sometime in the very near 
future, explore its delightful possibilities. She'd do it at this very moment but there was an 
urgent and intervening plan to perform: she must introduce Greg's needful cock to his 
daughter's inexperienced but flowering virginity.

"Pull off your clothes, Greg!" Barbara encouraged as her nimble fingers separated the 
gaping tissues of Sally's slippery membranes to reveal the tiny fuckhole and the delicate 
hymen which was partially covering its entrance. "She's ready for you! Your daughter wants 
you to fuck her!"

"No-o... Mother... Barbara... not Pa... not even Brad... please!" Sally protested feebly but 
couldn't seem to keep the tissues of her anxious pussy from quivering and pulsing with 
unknown anticipation. "They're not interested in me and what I could do for them if they'd 
only allow me to prove myself. Oh... God... they've never told me anything about 
sex!--absolutely nothing! They think I'm so stupid and ignorant; you do understand why I 
can't permit them to fuck me... don't you?"

"I understand your feelings, but your feelings are certainly no excuse to resist human 
needs and requirements," Barbara assured her. "You need sex just as your father and your 
brother need sex, and besides, you're not the one who's stupid and ignorant; they're the ones 
who are stupid and ignorant for not informing you about sex when they should 
have--something like several years ago."

"She's right about several things, angel: you need sex just as we do, and I hope you'll 
forgive us for not rearing you properly; I should've told you about sex when you were a little 
girl, but I was frightened because I didn't know how," Greg's voice became choky as he tried 
to explain his failure. "Barbara's wrong about that other thing, though; no matter how much 
we need sex, Brad and I could never fuck you."

Sally suddenly felt as if she were a repulsive creature who was unsightly in the eyes of her 
own father, then her eyes filled with tears and she began to sob. "Oh... Pa... what's wrong with 
me? Why do you hate me so?" she stared wonderingly up at him from beneath the curvature 
of Barbara's uptilted rump, then the tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and made a 
wet trail down to her ears. "You didn't tell me about sex when I was young, and now that I'm 
older I understand why: you... you think that I'm homely!--that I... I'm ugly! I... I want to be 
beautiful for you... Pa! I want you to like my... my body and my... my... ah... my pussy! Oh... Pa... 
I'm sorry I said that... and I'm sorry I'm not pretty... but I... I can't help it! All my life I've tried to 
be pretty for you and Brad but you never noticed; not once have you really looked at me, not 
the way I wanted you to."

"Oh... my God... baby! My beautiful little darling! You're not ugly! You're the most beautiful 
girl in the whole world... and... and., you're also the sexiest one in existence," he groaned 
boldly when he realized that Sally had wanted him to notice her flourishing body for the past 
few years, then he smiled assuringly into her tear-filled eyes and continued in a broken, 
uncertain voice. "You'd be surprised at the many times I've stared at that lovely body of yours 
without your knowing it, actually wanting to reach out and touch your nakedness at times. I... 
I'd ogle that... that sweet little... that sweet little pussy of yours until I thought I'd lose my 
mind... especially when you'd make the mistake of raising your leg too high... allowing the 
tender lips of that tempting little crotch to open so that I could view your pussy in the 
revealing manner I'd always imagined. Yes... sweetheart... I've opened that little gash of yours 
many times in my mind, and I've found myself lusting after you just as often. You're very much
like your mother in every way, and if for no reason other than that, you should never doubt 
your sensuality--your mother was a beautiful sensuous woman."

"Then why won't you fuck me, Pa? Why won't you look at my pussy right now?--it's open, 
just as you've seen it in your mind!" she wondered, trying desperately to understand the 
hidden lust in her father's heart. "I don't see the difference in thinking about something and 
actually doing it," she offered sweetly, then continued with a seductive smile when she saw the
somewhat haunting glow of past fantasies in his eyes. "Have you ever imagined that you 
were... well... that you were fucking me? You... you have... haven't you... Pa? I can see it in your 
eyes!"

He dropped his eyes in shame and tried to proclaim the hidden truth in a broken, 
somewhat stuttering voice as his face glowed with blushing redness. "YY-Yes... angel... I have... 
many times... but it's not the same as actually fuckin' you! It just isn't proper for a man to fuck 
his own daughter!" Greg explained softly, then trembled nervously when his gaze shifted to 
her open crotch to stare at the inviting crease of her virgin but willing pussy. "You were 
wondering why I won't look at that pretty little pussy of yours, but you could never be more 
mistaken about that--I've been staring at that alluring crotch for the past thirty minutes, 
wondering how good it'd feel to my aching dick."

"Fuck me... Pa!--please! I want you to fuck me!" she pleaded sweetly and seductively, then 
opened her creamy thighs wider in temptation. "I'm certain it'd be proper to fuck me if I were 
a willing daughter!--if you were a willing father!"

"No, it could never be proper, not even though we may be willing," he protested weakly, 
then his throbbing cock jerked vigorously when those open membranes pulsated hotly before
his astounded eyes. "Oh... baby... don't do that! You'll have me comin' all over the place! God...
that sweet little pussy looks so good!"

"Then fuck it... Pa!--please! Fuck my pussy!"

"No... darling... I just can't fuck my little girl's pussy!--not ever!"

Barbara had been listening to their sensual needs and Greg's continued refusal to submit 
as her gaze wandered from that surging hunk of hard cock to that small pussy, making the 
delightful journey several times during the course of their frustrating conversation. She must 
lure him into bed with her under false pretense, then it would be quite an easy matter to feed 
that gigantic, eight-inch cock into Sally's willing virginity.

'Take off your clothes, Greg, then you can get between Sally's legs and look at her 
tempting little pussy while I suck you off," she suggested, then patted the cover between 
Sally's widespread knees. "You can't object to doing that much for your daughter, can you?"

"No, I suppose not," he answered excitedly, then quickly stripped off his clothes and 
crawled into bed, positioning himself between his daughter's knees as he stared into Barbara's
hopeful eyes. "You do understand why I can't fuck my own daughter, don't you?"

"No, not really, but that's your own hang-up!" her cooing voice was somewhat firm with 
him as she kissed the engorged tip of his cock, then raised her head to study his agonized but
fantasizing features--he was already imagining that his cock had penetrated that tight little 
pussy. "I'd like to tell you about my youngest daughter while I'm playing around with that 
gorgeous hunk of cock," she smiled at him as her fingertips reached out to the inflamed rim of
his extended shaft and began to tantalize him with gentle circular motions, then continued 
when his stiffness jerked anxiously. "Venus and Sally are the same age, probably only a few 
day's difference in their birth. Of course Venus is blond and your daughter's hair, like mine, is 
raven. Sally, in fact, looks more like me than does my own daughter. What I'm trying to say, 
Greg, is that my daughter has experimented in the pleasures of sex and yours hasn't. She 
knows what it's all about, but I don't need to tell you just how much she knows--you saw her 
back there in the clearing with my son-in-law."

"Yeah, but that's different!" he groaned as if in torment, then stared helplessly down at his 
daughter's widespread creaminess. "Sally's my little girl, my very own daughter; but that man 
out there in the clearing is married to your daughter--you even called him your son-in-law!"

"He is my son-in-law, but he's married to my other daughter; you saw Venus with her 
brother-in-law, not her husband," Barbara explained as the tip of one finger eased beneath 
the head of his cock to torture his cord of passion, then the frantic jerking of his cockshaft 
sent a glob of glistening precum from the slitted tip. "My husband is fishing with my other 
daughter, and God only knows what they've done to each other--probably the same thing 
Venus and Tom were doing."

"My God, are you trying to tell me that your daughter was fuckin' her own 
brother-in-law?--that your husband would fuck his own daughter?" Greg grumbled in disgust 
as he ogled Sally's tight, virgin pussy, then realized that Barbara was trying to lure the tip of 
his throbbing cock closer to the youthful, open crotch before him--the crotch which belonged
to his little girl. "I can't believe that; a man just couldn't fuck his own daughter, not even his 
own sister-in-law."

"You're slightly misunderstanding me," she admitted as she tugged at his cock, pulling the 
slitted tip against the pulsating hardness of Sally's youthful but excited clitoris. "My youngest 
daughter was certainly fucking her brother-in-law, but my husband is in no way kin to my 
oldest daughter; I've been married to my new husband for only a year; however, she is my 
daughter so it's actually the same difference--it's almost the same as it he were tucking his 
own daughter."

"Yes, it is!" he groaned defeatedly as Barbara guided his burgeoning crown over the tender
tissues of Sally's willing labia. "I just don't understand how anyone could do such a thing as 
that."

"I don't, either!" Barbara gurgled as she guided his pisshole to the very entrance of his 
daughter's virgin vagina. "It's disgraceful, sinful, and uncalled-for!" she felt his cockshaft jerk 
suddenly in her hand when Sally's crotch began to churn and undulate slowly but anxiously, 
then she smiled seductively up at him and continued as her experienced and tantalizing 
fingers masturbated his cock in the same churning and undulating motions, making it appear 
as if his daughter's pussy was actually grasping and sucking at his surging cockmeat. "It seems
so foolish for a man to fuck his own daughter, even though her little pussy is burning for his 
cock and he wants to fuck her more than anything in the world. Look at Sally's pussy, Greg; 
doesn't it make you want to shove your prick into her sensual little belly?--not because she's 
your daughter, but because she has the most alluring, most willing pussy you've ever seen. If 
she weren't your daughter you could enjoy fucking her right now and I know it; however, I 
understand your feelings--you could never fuck your own daughter; her pussy just wouldn't 
satisfy you at all."

"I... I didn't say that!--and I certainly didn't mean for it to sound that way!" he stared down 
at his daughter's youthful crotch, then noticed that her tiny but elasticized vulva had engulfed 
his enormous cockhead, hiding it completely from his view. "That sweet little pussy between 
my daughter's thighs would satisfy anyone in the world, including me; however, she is my 
daughter and I can't fuck her--I thought I made that point clear!"

"Oh... you made that point very clear," she milked at his cock in a very sensual way as she 
wedged his pisshole into the small opening of Sally's contracting vaginal sheath, forcing her 
hymen to stretch and yield to his engorged circumference. "I was just saying that you could 
enjoy fucking her if she weren't your daughter; you could fuck that willing little pussy if it 
didn't belong to Sally, couldn't you?"

"Oh... God... yes!" he ogled the openness of his daughter's crotch and that hot pussy 
between her young but creamy thighs, then his cock jerked excitedly. "If my daughter were 
anyone else I'd hunch and hunch until my dick was buried deep inside her nymphomaniacal 
tissues. I'd slip past those virgin membranes and be inside her belly before she realized what 
was happening," he groaned hotly as his mind imagined his cock entering Sally's widespread 
crotch, then realized that his pelvis was actually thrusting forward in a corkscrewing motion to 
drive his throbbing shaft somewhat deeper into his daughter's pussy, deep enough in fact, to 
burst the membrane of her cherry; her hymen split with shattering force, causing temporary 
fire of hell as very painful stinging shot through the tissues of her yielding pussy, then when 
the thin covering slipped aside to reveal the tender gateway to her virgin treasure, his 
thrusting momentum carried the burgeoning rim of this throbbing cockhead just beyond her 
tight entrance and into the extreme heat of her contracting vaginal sheath. He finally 
managed to stop his forward motion, but it was much too late; his imagination had caused his
elfish cock to break his daughter's delightful cherry to probe slightly into the small entrance of
her sensuously hot but virginal vagina, then he heard her jerking sobs and knew that she was 
suffering the pangs of a first entrance.

"Oh-h... Pa... my wonderful Pa! You... you're doing it... aren't you? You... you're going to 
fuck me!" Sally bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out; she couldn't allow him to know 
that he'd hurt her, that her little pussy was stinging like hell because of his thick penetration. 
All she could think about was fucking his surging cock to completion, satisfying his every 
dream and fantasy of her virgin but willing crotch. "I know you are because I can feel that 
beautiful tool inside me!"

"Oh... God... baby... I didn't mean to do that to you! I didn't mean to deprive you of your 
virginity! My god... what have I done?" he groaned pitifully, then jerked backward, yanking his 
cock from the tightness of Sally's youthful crotch and Barbara's experienced hands. He took 
one look at the trickle of blood which had slithered into the cheeks of his daughter's ass and 
fell back onto the covers at the foot of the bed on his back, his eyes and cockshaft pointing up
at the ceiling. "Forgive me, Barbara! I've failed you and our daughter! I've broken her little 
cherry because of my ignorant selfishness, and I was on the very brink of fuckin' her! Forgive 
me, darling, but I actually wanted to fuck our daughter; I wanted to push my dick into her little
belly and cum inside her. It's been so long since I've fucked anyone, sweetheart!--too long! I 
couldn't help what I did and I hope you'll forgive me! I hope Sally will forgive me!"

"I'll forgive you, Pa!" Sally wriggled from beneath Barbara's body and scrambled around to
her forlorn father, then threw one of her legs across his belly and mounted him as she stared 
down into his tear-filled eyes. "Mother forgives you, also! She sent me into Brad's bedroom to 
be with you; I realize that, now! She used this nice lady to bring us together so that I could 
take her place in bed; she wants you to have sexual satisfaction, Pa, even though she's not 
here with you." She lowered her flowering breasts to his chest and scooted downward as her 
youthful buttocks raised high into the air, allowing her open but blood-filled pussy to tease at 
the extended tip of his cock, causing it to jerk with incestuous passion. "Mother wants us to 
fuck each other, Pa, and you can't deny that fact. You admitted that you wanted to fuck me, 
but you couldn't quite go through with it. I want you to fuck me, also, and I can accomplish 
what you couldn't--I can get that beautiful hunk of cock into me without any help at all, and I 
can do it because Mother wants me to. You can't ignore the wishes of my mother, can you?"

Barbara didn't hear Greg's answer, but only because Brad's fingers were kneading the 
willing flesh of her asscheeks in a very mysterious manner. "Ooh... yes... Brad... that's it!" she 
groaned, anticipating the stiffness of his throbbing cockshaft slipping into her hot, contracting
vaginal sheath. "Fuck me from the rear!--that's the only way to fuck!"

His burgeoning cockhead slipped into the quivering valley of her asscheeks, then his 
inflamed pisshole pressed anxiously at the wrinkled but excited pucker of her contracting 
anus. "I'm glad you want me to fuck you from the rear," he groaned as his pisshole found the 
center of her dilating rectum. "I always wanted to fuck a beautiful woman in the ass!"

"No! Oh... no! You can't fuck me in the ass! You just can't; it'll hurt me! I... I've never been 
fucked in the ass!--never!" she moaned in weak protest, yet couldn't seem to keep her 
buttocks from parting anxiously and raising higher for the anticipated entrance, then 
someone else's hard cock flashed suddenly across her mind, causing her to remember 
segments of some dream or drunken fantasy of being fucked in the willing asshole. Was it 
really in her mind?--or had she actually lost her rectal virginity?--and to whom? Bill and Tom 
were the only men with her on the first day and night preceding their vacation, and she, along
with Bill's wife, had become so drunk that they couldn't know what they were doing. If anyone
had fucked her virgin asshole it must have been one of them, maybe even both of them. Hell, 
a studhorse could've fucked her rectum on that first night and she wouldn't have objected. 
The more she thought about it the more her rectal entrance dilated and pressed up at Brad's 
surging cockhead, then she felt certain that someone had already slipped into her rectal 
cherry. "Jesus, maybe I have been fucked in the ass, after all; but you can't fuck me there, Brad,
not without proper lubrication. My rectum would split open if you shoved that hunk of 
cockmeat into my dry ass."

His inflamed knob pulled away from her contracting asshole and made its way into the 
widespread membranes of her pussy, caressing the length of her juice-filled gash and 
gathering an abundance of slippery cuntal cream before finding the path back to her 
delightfully contracting, tight asshole. "I wouldn't hurt you, Barbara, not intentionally!" he 
worked his cockhead all over her upraised rectum, smearing the natural lubrication onto the 
tender tissues of her rectal lips before centering them with his pisshole. "Sarah taught me the 
importance of lubrication, especially in a very tight or first sex situation."

"Oh... yes... baby... my ass is lubricated perfectly," she groaned hotly, then opened her 
asscheeks wide as possible and thrust her open crotch high into the air as her swollen asshole 
nibbled wantingly at his pressing cockflesh. "Fuck it before I change my mind! Fuck it .while it 
needs a cock so badly! Fuck it while it's willing to be fucked!"

He pressed downward, putting his full weight on the extended shaft of his stiffened 
cockshaft, then felt her asshole yield to his weight. "Okay... baby... you asked for this," he 
groaned as his inflamed crown slipped into the grasping heat of her rectal lips and eased into 
the contracting membranes of her tight sheath. "I'd be more than happy to fuck your pussy, 
but that little asshole is so tight and hot. God, I'm so glad you want me to fuck you in the ass; 
I need something tight... something hot... something different!"

"It's tight, hot, and different," she groaned as his thick shaft slowly penetrated her rectal 
sheath, searching for the very depths of her belly as his cockhead wedged its way through her 
throbbing, burning tissues. "Fuck me, Brad! Fuck the hell out of my asshole! Fuck it like you've 
never fucked anyone... not even the cows!"

"Ooh... baby... LOVER... THAT'S DEEP... SO-O-O DEEP!" she gasped as his huge balls ground
into the open flesh of her widespread pussy, then the overheated membranes of her rectal 
sheath began to grasp and milk at his cockshaft in a corkscrewing motion as his hairy pubes 
pressed hotly at the tender, swollen lips of her ass. "Oh-h yes... uhm-huhm... your cock feels 
good in my ass... sweetheart! Fuck me, my anxious lover! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Make 
me cum all over your bed!--please!" He grasped the flared firmness of her uptilted hips for 
support as the length of his surging prick began to slip in and out of her rectal tunnel with 
long and powerful strokes, getting faster and harder until he was fucking her contracting 
assflesh with the fury and vigor of a wild buck. "I'll fuck you, pretty lady!" he pounded into her 
anus with the force of a pile driver, causing her to tremble and jerk with an unknown and 
animallike urgency, then his hands eased beneath her hips to caress the quivering flesh of her 
belly, eventually finding their way to the prominent mound of her pudenda when his body 
had lowered to fit the contour of her back. "I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked, but 
you're not going to waste that sweet female cum on anybody's bed--my hand will catch every 
beautiful drop of your cream."

"Yes... oh... yes! Don't waste my cum! Catch every drop!" she shivered excitedly at the 
thought of spilling her juices into his caressing hand, then found herself wondering. "But why 
do you want to catch my cum? What are you going to do with it?"

"You'll see!" he groaned as he kept pumping away at her ass, then one of his hands found 
its way to those heaving, jiggling mounds of tittie flesh as the other eased into the open folds 
of that hot and slushy furrow at her crotch. The muscles in his arms tightened, pulling her 
closer to him as the hand at her breasts concentrated on one of them, cuddling its fullness 
firmly while the tips of two fingers pinched her bursting nipple, then the hand on her crotch 
began to move in a delightful masturbating motion, his fingers delving deeper into the 
secreting folds of her open flesh while the heel of his attentive palm caressed teasingly at her 
inflamed, pulsating clit. "God, you're so wet and juicy down there, so slushy and slippery inside
your pussy, and it's throbbing and pulsating on my hand--are you sure that you haven't cum, 
already?"

"I haven't... but... oh... my God... I... I'm suddenly burning all over... especially in my ass and 
my pussy," she squealed excitedly as a series of jerking spasms shuddered through her loins, 
then she could no longer retain the gathered juices within her frothing pussy. Her pelvis 
lurched frantically upward as the rest of her body slumped in complete submission to the 
delightful and steady pounding of his thrusting thickness, then ecstatic orgasm shot through 
her body to ripple and tingle like electricity in the flooding membranes of her captivated and 
sinfully yielding crotch. "Oh... no! It can't be... but it is! I... I'm cuming... sweetie... and it's so 
good... but it's just too fast! I wanted you to fuck my ass forever... but I can't hold back any 
longer... it's just too good! I've got to cum... and... mum... uhm-huhm... am I ever cuming! I've 
never juiced like this... not so completely! God... baby... it feels as if my whole being is oozing 
from my pussy!"

"Let it ooze, pretty one!" he clasped his hand firmly over the orgasmic membranes of her 
profusely secreting pussy and formed a small cup in his palm. "Spill everything you have into 
my hand... even your soul!"

"I am!--oh... I am!--even my soul!" she gasped for breath as her orgasm continued with 
greater intensity, then the spasming tissues within the extreme heat of her firmly grasping 
rectal tunnel suddenly became more than his thrusting prick could accept. She felt his thick 
hardness expand inside her to become even thicker and harder, then the frantic jerking of his 
exploding shaft seemed to rock her very soul as erupting semen spurted into the spastic 
depths of her more than receptive belly. "Oh-h-h... yes... baby... sweetheart... you're cuming... 
also! Fill me full of hot cream!--run me over! please! That hot sperm spewing into my rectum 
like that makes me want to unload everything I have in my body! God... it's wonderful that 
we're cuming at the same instant!"

Brad would've answered, assuring her that this moment was more than just terrific, but he 
could do nothing except hang onto her submissive body and gasp for breath as his jerking 
cockshaft expended itself inside her rectal sheath.

Their organs emptied themselves in total ecstasy, then his cock went limp as they quivered
in the last throes of fantastic fulfillment. Brad allowed his spent cockmeat to slip from the tight
confinement of her trembling asshole, then removed his hands from beneath her body, being 
careful not to spill the glistening aftermath of her frantic orgasm from his cupped hand.

Barbara toppled onto her stomach before him and rolled onto her back, smiling like a 
temptress when she saw him ogling the sticky substance in his hand. "What are you going to 
use that for?--a topping for a cake?"

"Yes, the most beautiful cake in the world," he reached over and covered the lower portion
of her face with his cum-filled hand, then worked the pussy cream over her lips before 
lowering his mouth to hers.

CHAPTER NINE

He kissed her hotly, then gathered the pussy cum from her lips with his tongue and 
plunged it deep into her mouth. Barbara accepted his probing member and willingly sucked 
the tangy juices he offered--her own spent fluids of passion. She shivered when she realized 
that she was devouring her own cum and enjoying it, but then remembered the manner in 
which it was offered: on the tongue of her newfound lover. She wasn't really drinking her 
cream because of the delightfully different taste--she was only kissing Brad, and that would 
certainly be a good excuse to enjoy the delicacy of female cuntal juices, even though they 
were her own, and even though they had already been spent.

"That's it... Pa! You won't have to do a thing except just lie there and enjoy this," the 
thrilled sound of Sally's youthful voice brought them back to reality, then they turned around 
to watch the young virgin seduce her father. "I'm glad you finally realized that Mother wants 
us to do this... that I want to do it... and that you want to do it, also."

Sally had been teasing at Greg's cock with her small pussy while Brad and Barbara had 
been fucking, trying to persuade him that fucking her was the proper thing to do, and now 
that the delighted youngster had seemingly won the argument, they positioned themselves to
become voyeurs of the sensual performance.

"It still doesn't seem proper to fuck one's own daughter, especially when she's so young 
and her little pussy's so tight," Greg moaned in weak protest, then relaxed in submission as 
one of her hands worked his fleshy cockhead around in the open folds of her slushy pussy 
while the other cupped one of her flowering breasts and offered its full but youthful firmness 
for his pleasure. He found himself staring at her delightfully pert nipple and the small but 
perfect mound of creaminess in her hand, then licked anxiously at his trembling lips. "Your 
breasts are a picture of perfection, child! God, they're gorgeous!"

"They're too small, though--not at all like Barbara's beautiful breasts, not even like 
Mother's!"

"Your mother didn't have large breasts, darling," he smiled assuringly, then realized that he
was trembling excitedly but nervously. "Your mother's breasts were perfect, just like yours, and
they were only slightly larger. You look so much like her, lying there holding your breast in 
your hand in temptation; she always liked to tease me with her titties, just as you're doing. 
She'd tease at me until I'd take them into my hands and fondle them, then she'd beg me to 
suck them until I did it--she knew that's what I wanted to do, anyway. Yes, sweetheart, you're 
so much like your mother that it makes me tremble."

"Take my breasts into your hands, Pa! Fondle them like you fondled Mother's... please!" her
glittering brown eyes stared hopefully into the wondering depths of his own. "Let me take her 
place in your life; I think she'd like it that way--yes, I know she would."

"Is that what you want, Barbara?" he stared at the ceiling as his trembling hands reached 
out for the youthful, tennis ball-sized breasts his daughter had offered. "Do you want our 
young daughter to take your place in my life?--even to the point of lying beside me in our 
bed?"

His mind searched for the answer as his groping fingers enclosed about her youthful tittie 
flesh, then he smiled knowingly at the ceiling above them as he cuddled Sally's willing breasts,
fingering her nipples to a bursting stiffness. "This is your answer, isn't it, darling?" he smiled up
at nothing, then kneaded his daughter's willing youthfulness. "Brad will just have to get used 
to the idea of our lovely daughter sleeping in our bed." His gaze lowered to catch the 
interested and sparkling stare of his daughter's eyes, then he continued, but this time he was 
talking directly to Sally. "You win, little one; your mother wants you to take her place in every 
way--do you mind?"

"Oh... Pa! I'm so happy!" She scrambled forward as he guided one of her hardened nipples 
into his mouth, pushing his cockshaft forward over his belly so that his inflamed cockhead 
could remain inside her needful vulva. "I knew that Mother wanted this; I've known it for quite 
some time, but I just didn't know how to explain it to you."

"There's no need for explanations, not anymore, not since I realize your mother's wishes," 
he groaned as he nibbled anxiously at her hardened nipple, then flipped her onto her back 
and opened her youthful thighs as he guided his pisshole into the tissues of her gaping, 
blood-filled pussy. "You can fuck me after you've been broken in properly, but, right now, I'm 
going to fuck you as if I were fuckin' your mother--that's the way she'd want me to fuck you."

"Ooh... yes... Pa! Mother would want it that way!" she felt his burgeoning cockhead force 
its way very slowly into the tight entrance of her ravenous fuck hole as he desperately fought 
the urge to plunge into her virgin depths--he didn't want to hurt her any more than he had, 
already. The penetration of his huge crown into that small vagina was a very tight fit and 
somewhat difficult; however, since her hymen had already been ravished, it was an almost 
painless task. "She'd want you to fuck me as if you were fucking her. Do it... Pa! Fuck me as if I 
were Mother!--as if I were your wife!"

"Oh... sweetheart... my little baby!" he groaned as her hot virginity nibbled anxiously at the 
tip of his throbbing cock, trying to pull it deeper into her contracting, pulsating membranes. 
"That sweet little pussy is so tight... so hot... so good! God... I've never felt anything so fantastic
as that ravishing pussy of yours sucking my dick so forcefully, not in my entire life. Sweet 
Jesus... you're going to be every bit as good as your mother, and possibly better."

Sally sighed contentedly as the rest of his erect shaft slipped somewhat easily into the heat
of her virgin womb as his inflamed pisshole sought the very depths of her nervously quivering 
but very willing belly. As if she were experienced in the art of lovemaking her legs 
automatically surrounded his buttocks and pulled him deeper into her young body, then she 
thrilled at the idea of beginning her new role in life: playing the part of her mother to become 
the only woman in her father's life, especially in his bedroom. Her own bedroom would surely 
become an unused room in the cabin: just a forgotten room to clean and take care of when it 
was actually no longer needed.

Her widespread crotch began to churn anxiously upward in an undulating fucking motion 
as Greg's thick cockmeat slipped in and out of her profuse virginity with long, slow strides, 
then she wondered if she'd truly be the only woman in her father's life. She knew for a fact 
that he'd like to fuck the beautiful lady who'd been sucking his cock a little earlier--Barbara, 
the lovely woman whom she'd readily accepted as her mother--and she knew, also, that her 
own vivacious and ravening little pussy would gladly accept the thrusting cockmeat of her 
brother.

She thought about the delightful possibilities which fate had cast upon her, then it 
suddenly made no difference if she were the only woman in her father's life, not as long as she
were the important one--the one whom he truly loved.

Her life had suddenly changed to become more fulfilling and promising, and she owed it 
all to her mother's picture and to the voluptuous beauty who had become a voyeur to her 
very first fuck. Her young heart pounded wildly when she realized Barbara and Brad were lying
there with their eyes bulging as they ogled this first time affair, then something about the 
manner in which they were staring hungrily at her receptive crotch, almost as if they were 
anticipating a fast climax, forced the tingling membranes of her grasping cuntal sheath into a 
series of uncontrolled spasms. She could hold back no longer; the passion-drenched, 
profusely secreting tissues of her vibrant pussy suddenly shuddered into a trembling, volcanic 
action, then exploded in orgasm.

"Oh-h-h... Pa! I... I'm... ooh... yes... God... yes... I am!" she gasped excitedly as her crotch 
slapped firmly and furiously against his cum-filled balls in a vibrating and jerking, very 
demanding corkscrewing motion, then, her arms and legs pulled him tightly to her thrashing 
nakedness, her quaking little volcano erupted and began to pulsate and suck at his thrusting 
stiffness with all the maddening fury of a young but vivaciously ravening nymphet. "I... I'm 
cuming... Pa! I... I'm... ah-h-h... mum-mm. That's so good! so-o-o good! I've never felt anything
like this... never! You... your dick feels good inside me... Pa! Yes... ooh... yes... it does!"

The ecstatic, orgasmic tissues of her grasping pussy suddenly seemed tighter around his 
subdued cockshaft as the slippery warmness of oozing cuntal juices flooded his bursting balls 
before trickling into the childlike crease of her beautifully rounded and intensely vibrating 
asscheeks, then he understood and appreciated the added pressure upon his surging prick; 
his little daughter was certainly experiencing her first coital orgasm which accounted for a 
portion of the sudden tightness, but it wasn't the principal factor: that sweet, orgastic little 
pussy between her receptive thighs was bringing him off, forcing his cock to swell and surge 
to explosive stiffness, and that's what he really understood and appreciated--Sally's responsive
young body could make him respond, also.

"Oh... God... baby... I... " Sally's parted, receptive lips covered his mouth to stifle his words. 
He'd wanted to tell her that he loved her pussy and that it was forcing him to cum, but it 
didn't seem to make any difference at the moment--her searching tongue was already 
exploring the lining of his willing mouth while his jerking prick sent more than an abundance 
of boiling cum into the depths of her youthful belly in drastic, very forceful spurts. She knew 
he was cuming without being told, and she was receiving his gushing sperm with all the 
happiness of a young child on the morning of Christmas, opening her new toys and delighting
in every one of them.

His frantically jerking prick continued to explode, time after time, filling her hot, trembling 
belly with globs of jism he couldn't have known were stored in his body. God, it'd been such a 
long time since he'd unloaded his cum in great quantities inside a ravishing pussy--over 
eighteen years to be exact; his departed wife was the last woman he'd fucked until this very 
moment, and he was certain his daughter's pussy was receiving more cum at this moment 
than he'd ever shot into any other female at any time in his life.

Oh, he'd masturbated many times after going to bed at night, especially after ogling his 
daughter's nakedness while they took their bath. He'd think of her for only a brief moment 
before his cock throbbed with hardness, then he'd imagine she was in bed with him and that 
he were fucking her. Within a matter of moments, hopeful fantasizing would bring him off and
he'd unload on the covers; however, it wasn't quite the same as actually fucking her as he was 
doing right now. He'd never unloaded his semen so thoroughly, so completely, then his 
tongue plunged into that willing little throat as he realized he was accomplishing it with his 
very own daughter--the daughter whom he'd neglected to instruct in the knowledge of sex.

His cockshaft jerked a few more times, even after the cum had stopped flowing, then went 
totally limp inside her quivering cuntal sheath and slipped from her cum-filled depths as their 
mingled juices of satisfied passion gushed onto their crotches. His lips finally pulled away from
hers as their sparkling eyes studied the relieved and knowing features of the other's face, then
she smiled confidently but hopefully up at him. "Did you like it, Pa?" she trembled suddenly 
beneath him. "Was I good?--I mean really good?"

"You're the best, angel!--the very best!" he smiled assuringly into the depth of her eyes, 
then she knew he wasn't lying, not about anything. "You're the most terrific fuck I ever had, 
and that's the truth!"

"Oh... Pa.. I'm so happy!" her eyes glittered passionately and somewhat seductively. "I'm 
moving into your room right away!--is that permissible?--is it what you want?"

"After that sensual performance of your unlimited capabilities, and after what I 
experienced with you only a moment ago, you'd better move into my room right away," he 
threatened jokingly, then winked at her. "I'd hate like hell to drag you to my bed, then, after 
spanking that pretty little naked bottom of yours until it was red and stinging like fire, pry 
those creamy thighs apart just so that I could fuck that tempting pussy."

"I know you like to be teased, Pa! You even mentioned that Mother used to tease you with 
her breasts until you did what you wanted to do, anyway!" she smiled knowingly, then winked 
back at him as she allowed her thighs to close tightly upon his limpness. "Don't worry, I'll 
tease you more than you've ever been teased. I'll drive you out of your mind with lust for me."

His eyes glowed with excitement at her promise to tease at him, then sparkled with a 
mysterious wantonness Sally hadn't seen since the last time he whipped her with his bare 
hand. "Oh, yes, I do like to be teased! I like it very much!" he assured her, then stared 
somewhat hopefully into her smiling eyes. "And I wasn't joking about that spanking; I'm sure 
that pretty little bottom of yours will need correcting from time to time."

"But you haven't spanked me in a couple of years, Pa!" her eyes widened as she stared up 
at his wild excitement. "You haven't forgotten the last time you whipped me, have you?"

"Oh, God, baby, how could I forget that last spanking?" he trembled suddenly. "I could 
hardly contain myself while my hand was slapping that little ass. I even promised myself that 
I'd never spank you again, and I haven't."

"But you want to spank me now, Pa!" she wondered as she studied his somewhat sadistic 
features. "I... I don't understand!"

"You're older now, sweetheart, and you can understand the pleasures of receiving a good 
spanking," he smiled devilishly into her wondering eyes. "We've gone all the way with each 
other and there's nothing left to hide; I can spank you without wondering about the 
sensations it will produce."

"But, Pa, I... "

"No buts, my little angel! You'll enjoy my spankings much more than before," he assured 
her, then winked again as he kissed her puckered lips. "You'll probably think I need a few 
spankings, also, and I'll expect them from you."

CHAPTER TEN

Barbara trembled suddenly, then wondered if her brain had received Greg's words in the 
right context. She'd heard of people who got their kicks from a vigorous spanking but had 
never come into contact with any of them, not unless Greg was, indeed, one of those persons 
who enjoyed an extra attraction. Her cuntal tissues began to quiver excitedly as warm 
secretions flowed onto the flesh of her thighs, then she wondered how it would feel to be 
spanked into submission, herself. The frustrated membranes of her pussy began to burn and 
itch with an animallike lust, then she found herself hoping that Greg would, in fact, spank his 
daughter's tempting little buttocks. Her cuntal sheath began to throb desperately as she 
wondered if anyone could actually obtain sexual gratification from such sadistic methods.

Sally, on the other hand, was certain her brain had received her father's words in the right 
context; she could remember the many spankings she'd received by his naked hand while 
lying across his lap, some of them she was positive she didn't deserve. He'd always turn her 
across his lap and start slapping at her cloth-covered rump, then she'd become aware of the 
hardening bulge at his crotch. The bulge would grow beneath her churning, thrusting crotch 
until she became acutely aware of a throbbing, pulsating sensation against the soft rise of her 
young pubic mound, then the spanking would end somewhat abruptly and her father would 
make some excuse and go into his bedroom.

Sally now understood what her father had meant by receiving pleasure from the spankings
and why he sought the confinement of his bedroom when he'd finished spanking her; his 
powerful hand would drive her youthful and prominent pussy onto his crotch until his hard 
cock was throbbing with lust for her, then he'd hurry into his bedroom and finish the task of 
ejaculating by masturbation rather than take the chance of losing complete control and 
possibly raping her.

Her little pussy began to burn and twitch as she remembered that last spanking in detail, 
then her heart fluttered wildly when she realized just how close she'd come to orgasm while 
her virgin and unsuspecting pudenda was twisting and grinding at the pulsating hardness in 
her father's lap. The crotch of her panties had become soaked in the process of that last 
whipping and she hadn't understood why at the time; she even passed it off as being so 
frightened that she'd pissed on herself, but now, after seeing the wanton excitement in her 
father's eyes, she realized the real significance of the spankings she'd received, and especially 
the last one: she'd enjoyed it so much that she almost spilled orgasmic fluids into her father's 
lap, and if he'd slapped her rump a few more times before rushing off to his room she'd 
probably have done just that.

She found herself smiling at him sinfully and somewhat sadistically, then heard her own 
faraway voice as her raven-haired pussy pressed anxiously up at his spent cock, causing it to 
stir with renewed energy. "Did you spank Mother, Pa? Did she enjoy your spankings?"

"Yes, little one, she enjoyed my spankings very much!" he sighed as he remembered his 
first encounter with spankings, then explained that first encounter to his wondering but very 
excited daughter. "Your beautiful mother, in fact, was the one who introduced me to the 
delightful pleasures of sensual spankings.

"One night when we were preparing for bed she stripped off her clothing, all except her 
panties, then stared hopefully down at me. She literally begged me to spank her for some 
crazy thing she'd done--not putting away the ironed clothes, I think.

"Anyway, I looked confidently and lovingly into her brown eyes and assured her it was all 
right that she'd forgotten to put away the clothes, then persuaded her to get into bed. I 
couldn't know it at the time but your mother was aching for the sensation of my naked hand 
falling across her pantie-clad rump.

"Night after night she'd find another flimsy excuse for me to whip her, and each time she'd
have on nothing except those sexy panties. I withstood the temptation long as possible and 
told her that I was going to beat the hell out of her the next time she goofed and mentioned 
spanking."

He suddenly became silent, then her excited eyes searched his face. "What happened then,
Pa?" her small feminine voice was quite inquisitive. "Did Mother goof again?"

"The very next night, and it was the most inconspicuous goof of them all," he continued 
when he saw her interest and wild excitement. "Your mother had failed to wash one of my 
lousy handkerchiefs and insisted that I spank her for the mistake.

"I remember grasping her wrist in anger, not because of my handkerchief but because of 
her constant needling about the spanking, then I drew her across my knees and commenced 
to slap at her pantie-clad buttocks.

"Before I realized what was happening your mother had become a wild beauty of 
thrashing pleasure on my lap and I'd jerked those flimsy panties all the way to her knees as I 
slapped at her naked asscheeks, driving the sensual heat of her churning crotch farther onto 
my throbbing hard-on as we lost ourselves in a kind of animallike passion, then, without 
actual penetration, we experienced the most fantastic orgasm we'd ever known.

"We managed to climax at the same instant, and even though our cum was wasted on 
each other's thighs, it was a very needed orgasm. I spanked her often after that first 
experience, and each spanking seemed to bring us closer together. No one has ever made me
cum so completely, not until a few moments ago; you made me spill more cum than I've ever 
spilled at any one time in my life, and that includes the times I spent with your loving mother."

"Oh... Pa... that makes me feel so good!" she groaned her gratification as she studied his 
hopeful features. "I... I like your spankings... really.;, and you can spank me anytime you feel 
the need to do so. You can spank me when I'm clothed or when I'm naked, it doesn't matter. I 
don't have on my clothes at the moment, Pa!--not even my panties! Would you like to spank 
me right now?"

He sat back onto his heels and stared down at her nakedness, then a frown formed on his 
lips. "I remember spanking a very innocent little girl who was fully clothed, a sensual little 
teenager who excited the hell out of me," he managed to smile into her wondering eyes. "It 
wouldn't produce the same sensations if I spanked you right now, not while you're lying there 
in all that naked glory."

Sally sat up in bed and studied his hopeful features, the features which were now faintly 
glowing with slight embarrassment, then smiled a little sinfully as she tried to maintain a 
certain look of innocence. She suddenly understood her father's desire--he wanted to spank 
her little rump, but he wanted to start in total innocence--he wanted to spank the fully 
clothed, virgin daughter he'd spanked in the past, the one who had tantalized his hardening 
cock with the sweet mysteries of her hidden, cloth-covered private parts.

One hand and arm timidly covered her exposed breasts while the other hand anxiously 
slipped into her parted thighs to hide that willing little crotch of hers from his interested stare,
then she eased out of bed and turned her back to his wondering face. "Ooh... Pa! You... you're 
staring at my body!" she cooed with the quivering innocence of a young, unsuspecting virgin, 
donning her panties and dress so rapidly that it appeared she were ashamed of her 
nakedness, then, pretending childlike embarrassment, turned to face her father, knowing it 
would take more than just donning her clothes to invite a spanking--she must goof in some 
manner and induce anger in her father, the same anger which had produced spankings for her
mother. "You shouldn't do that, Pa! It isn't proper for a man to stare at his daughter's 
nakedness, not with lust in his eyes."

"Lust! What the hell are you talking about?--Lust... my aching ass!" his voice seemed quite 
disturbed as he stared at the sudden innocence in her eyes, then his arms opened and his 
hands reached hopefully out to her. "Come here!" he urged but she didn't move. "Damn it, 
girl, we've already fucked each other! Doesn't that mean anything to you?--anything at all?"

"Yes! I'll always cherish what happened between us; it was good, but it shouldn't have 
happened at all," her eyes dropped in pretended shame as she smoothed her dress over her 
lithe body, then stared defiantly at his astounded face. "It wasn't proper, Pa, and we mustn't 
let it happen again, not ever."

"The hell you say!" he blurted in anger and reached out for her hand as she stepped back 
and eluded his grasp. "You surely don't expect me to never fuck you again, not after what we 
found together! Damn it, Sally, you're the best fuck I ever had, don't you understand that? I 
can't stop fuckin' you, not now!--hell, I'd lose my mind if I didn't have you to fuck!"

"I'm sorry, Pa!" she smiled timidly and allowed a little fear to creep into her eyes as she 
stepped back two more paces. "This is the way it must be!"

"Bullshit and be damned if that's the way it must be!" he glared at her, then got out of bed
and stood there clinching his fists as his eyes roved over her clothed body. "You're beginning 
to sound and act just like your...!"

"just like my mother?" her purring voice asked teasingly when he failed to finish the 
statement, then she began to tease at him threateningly but suggestively as he watched his 
excitement and anger build to the near boiling point. "I'm not exactly like my mother, at least 
not in that respect; I'm not going to fall down and spread my thighs simply because you 
threaten me with one of your silly spankings. Oh, no, I'll never be a pushover for your 
pleasurable moments, for your... "

"My silly spankings!" he exclaimed hotly, interrupting her feminine but threatening voice, 
then took a couple of steps toward her as she backed away. "Do you really think your mother 
opened her thighs because I threatened her with a spanking?--that she was some kind of 
pushover?--that she didn't enjoy pleasurable moments because of my spankings? You seem 
to forget that she was the one who taught me about spanking, and now, goddamn it, I'm 
going to teach you what your beautiful and loving mother taught me."

"I didn't mean that about Mother; I meant it about myself," she lied, knowing that her 
mother wouldn't mind her using objects of the past as a method of seducing her father, then 
she ran to the other side of the bed and glared at her father. "This isn't going to be an easy 
task, Pa!--I'll run and scream if necessary, even screaming at the top of my voice. You may 
eventually catch me and spank me, but you can't force me to fuck you!--that would be 
nothing short of raping your own daughter, and you're not capable of an act such as that."

"Call it what you want, but I'm going to fuck you!" he assured her as he rounded the bed 
and forced her into the corner. "I'm going to beat the hell out of that little ass of yours and 
show you why your mother enjoyed my spankings. Before I'm through with you, you'll be 
begging me to fuck you--you'll see."

"I'll scream, Pa! " she forced herself to tremble as his arms opened wide, blocking any 
possible escape on either side, then felt the urge to use a little profanity and possibly anger 
him even more. "I'll scream rape, goddamn it! I'll let the whole world know that you're going 
to fuck your own daughter."

"Scream as loud as you want, little girl," he closed the gap between them. "No one will 
hear you, anyway!--the nearest neighbor is over two miles away."

Greg had forgotten about Brad and Barbara who were cuddled on the bed, hovered at the
opposite end while they anxiously awaited the outcome of this event: Brad's cock throbbing 
with hardness while Barbara's profusely secreting cuntal tissues burned with an animallike lust 
she'd never known. They'd known from the very start what Sally was trying to do: get her 
father angry enough to slap her willing rump with the naked flesh of his hands so that she 
could yield to the hard lump at his crotch. They cuddled closer, trying to hide in each other's 
arms as they watched the sensual procedure.

"This won't be easy, Pa!" Sally gasped, then scrambled fearfully along the wall to his right, 
allowing him to grasp her outstretched hand. She tried to pull away from him, but yielded as 
he yanked her to his naked body and held her very tightly. "No, Pa, please!" she squealed 
loudly, pretending to fight off his advances as he backed to the bed and sat down, then 
yanked her across his naked lap. "You can't spank me, not while you're this angry! Oh, God, 
you'll kill me! Please don't spank me!--don't beat me!--don't fuck me! You could never rape 
me, could you, Pa?--not your own daughter?

Her pleading but suggestive words seemed to tantalize his brain with pleasant thoughts of
forcing her to fuck him, then he positioned her squirming crotch upon his limp but stirring 
cockmeat and tried to pull the hem of her dress over that thrashing, pantie-clad rump. The 
flesh of her thighs were pressed so tightly against his own that uncovering those beautifully 
rounded mounds of trembling temptation seemed an impossible task--he must release his 
grip on her wrist and use both hands on her dress; however, should he do that, she'd surely 
pull away from him and run like hell. Maybe he could spank her into submission before 
releasing his grasp; after two or three hard whacks across that sweet little ass she wouldn't 
dare pull away from him--hell, she'd probably even be helping him slide the dress up her legs.

He raised his right hand high, then slapped her sharply across the soft but delightfully firm
flesh of her asscheeks as the loud thud of palm upon tight material resounded throughout the
cabin, followed by a loud scream as the force of his hand drove her crotch hard upon his cock.

"No-o-o! Oh-h-h... Lord! No-o-o!" she shrieked as the terrible pain from his palm brought 
tears to her eyes, then felt the soft flesh of per protruding pudenda being forced onto a cock 
which was now hardening with anticipation. The stinging fire of hell seemed to race through 
the subdued flesh of her rump as the tender mound of her pussy lurched down at his 
stiffening prick in a grinding, evasive maneuver; her pubic mound enjoyed the sensual 
demands of his growing prick, but her rump couldn't withstand the abuse of his hand, not like
that first whack across her flesh. "I can't stand that! God... it hurts! Don't hit me so hard, 
Pa!--please!"

Almost before the words had left her mouth, his hand had fallen across her churning 
assflesh again, but not quite so hard this time. Even in his anger, he realized that his first slap 
had been entirely too hard. He'd really hurt his daughter and he knew it, but that's not what 
he wanted; he wanted to spank her into submission, not into the hospital.

Her swollen mons veneris pressed anxiously at the completely hardened cock which was 
throbbing with lust for her youthful crotch as the gathered tears flowed down her cheeks, 
then she found herself pretending pain because that last slap hadn't hurt her at all. "Oh... Pa... 
do whatever you want!" she almost giggled at her beautiful performance of playacting, 
allowing her pussy to press somewhat harder at his cockflesh as warm secretions flowed freely
onto her panties. She'd force his move, then, when he'd released his grasp upon her wrist, 
twist from his clutches and evade him. She wasn't going to be an easy lay for him at all. Oh, 
no, she'd elude him long enough to make this seduction the most sensual and interesting fuck
in history. "Play with my pussy!--fuck it!--just don't hit me so hard!--please!"

Greg's cock lurched to total stiffness as his hand fell across her rump in an almost friendly 
gesture, then he released her wrist and reached for the hem of her dress.

Sally suddenly twisted to the opposite side and fell off his lap and onto the floor, then 
rolled free of his groping hands and got to her feet. "You're not going to fuck me, Pa!--at least
not so easily!" she assured him as she backed away, then raised her dress so that he could 
view her pantie-clad pussy. "Look at it, Pa! Take a good look at my pussy!" she teased at him 
like a little nymphet. "This is one pussy you'll have to catch before fucking it!"

He jumped to his feet, standing like some challenging giant between her and the door, 
then began to close the gap between the two of them as if he were daring her to escape.

She crouched very low, then made a mad dash for the door, trying to duck his 
outstretched hands. His fingers caught in thin material at her neck and ripped the dress half 
off her body, then she ducked lower and escaped his clutches, but not before tearing her 
dress all the way to the hem and leaving it dangling in her father's grasping hand. "You... you 
tore my dress, Pa!" she stopped halfway to the door and glared hotly at him. "Why did you do 
that? What do you want?"

He stared at her small but perfect breasts, then lunged past her and barred the door with 
his back as he ogled her pantie-clad body. "You know damned well what I want! " he gasped 
as he stared at the swell beneath her panties. "I want that sweet, juicy little pussy between 
your thighs, and, goddamn it, I'm going to get it, even if I have to throw that little ass of yours 
on the floor and rape you."

"They you'd better prepare to rape me," she threatened as she started toward him. "I'm 
going to walk right past you if you allow me to do so."

He smiled devilishly and stepped aside when she reached for the doorknob, even allowing 
her to swing the door open. She stared at the throbbing cock which was rocking back and 
forth with complete hardness, then wondered why he was allowing this chance for escape. 
After gazing into his wildly excited eyes to notice the sparkle of challenge, she realized what 
her father wanted; the moment she dashed through the open door in an effort to elude him, 
he'd fall in behind her to begin a delightful chase throughout the cabin. Oh, he'd catch her 
after a few evasive tactics, then, at the very spot she'd choose, the chase would be over and 
she'd be in his clutches once again.

"Catch me if you can!" she smiled sinfully, then darted through the open door and ran 
down the hallway.

"I will!" he promised, then followed in rapid pursuit, gaining slightly on her with each 
stride. "And I'm going to beat the hell out of that pretty little ass when I do."

Barbara and Brad jumped out of bed to follow the action; they didn't want to miss any of 
the sensual activities which were taking place elsewhere in the cabin.

Sally squealed wildly and excitedly as she ran into the kitchen and rounded the table, then 
pulled one of the chairs from beneath the table and tossed it behind her to slow the pace of 
her father's longer legs. She mustn't allow him to catch her in the kitchen; it was the wrong 
room for such a wanton and sadistic endeavor--maybe her own bedroom would be the 
appropriate place.

She ran past Barbara and Brad, then darted into her bedroom and slammed the door 
behind her. She suddenly realized that this was the wrong room, also; the only room in the 
cabin where such a sensual spanking should take place was her father's bedroom, and upon 
the same bed her mother had received her spankings--the bed she would be sharing with her 
father from this moment, on. She backed against the wall beside the door facing, hoping that 
she could possibly elude her father one more time; she must evade him and get to the bed 
which had once belonged to her mother--her profusely secreting pussy was already burning 
and twitching with thoughts of being spanked in the same manner as that of her mother, and 
upon the same bed.

The door slammed against the wall as Greg barged into the room, his momentum carrying
him well into the room and past the point where Sally was pressed against the wall. She 
slipped through the open door and scrambled toward her father's bedroom, breathing 
frantically and having the glow of accomplishment upon her wildly excited face as she passed 
by Barbara and Brad again, then slowed her pace when she threw the door open, trying not to
appear obvious as she allowed her father to close the gap between them.

"Aha! You've trapped yourself in my bedroom with no possible chance of escape," he 
smiled triumphantly and lurched toward her as she backed somewhat fearfully, purposely 
losing her balance to fall across the bed upon her back in a sinful spread eagle, her thighs 
open wide so that he'd notice the wetness on the crotch of her panties and realize her 
extreme excitement. He stared at the soaked area on her panties, then his eyes widened with 
incestuous lust as he rubbed his palms together. "Well I'll be damned! You're already enjoying 
this little venture, aren't you?" he glared hotly at her pantie-clad crotch, then ogled the small 
but perfect breasts as they heaved anxiously with her gasping breath. "It's almost as if fate 
brought us into this room for your first seductive spanking, and, don't worry, angel, you're 
going to enjoy it more than you can realize at the moment. Those panties of yours aren't wet 
at all right now, not like they will be by the time I jerk them off your body; hell, you'll be 
cumin' all over yourself before I'm through with you."

He reached down and grasped her wrist, then jerked her from the bed and sat down on 
the covers before pulling her across his naked thighs. He gripped her hips tightly and worked 
her crotch into place on his lap, positioning the soft swell of that pantie-clad pudenda on his 
throbbing hard-on so that the warm wetness of her passion-drenched mound pinned his cock
between her pussy and his slightly parted thighs, then the spanking began.

He slapped the fleshy mounds of her protruding asscheeks hard the first three times, then 
they weren't protruding, not anymore; they were twisting and grinding as she screamed out in
pain, lurching frantically downward in evasive maneuvers, trying to escape the palm of his 
hand as her pubic mound churned furiously against the stiff shaft of his cock, driving it farther 
into the crease of his pressing thighs, then she felt a demanding tingle deep within her dulled 
but sensitive cuntal tissues and couldn't seem to keep her pulsating pussy from unloading its 
frothing juices.

Her buttocks shuddered into a sinful and vigorous undulating motion in his lap, rising and 
falling in a corkscrewing fashion as her twitching pussy drove harder and more determinedly 
at his cock, then her father's flailing hand introduced a new and very sensual fact as she 
creamed in her panties; his forceful palm had driven her seething pussy hard against his 
cockshaft to release her of any and all inhibitions she may have had in the past, and to release,
also, more fluids of passion from her orgasmic cuntal tissues than she realized possible. This 
was one climax she couldn't have avoided, at least not after she managed to let him catch her;
he'd forced this orgasm on her, relieving her of any guilt feelings she could possibly have 
about the two of them partaking of sexual pleasures, and that fact, alone, was enough to 
cause her juices to flow freely.

Her father had been correct about two things: the crotch of her panties were soaking wet 
at the moment, and she was certainly cuming all over herself. "Oh... Pa! Spank me harder... 
please! I deserve this spanking!" she wailed pathetically but needfully as her flooding mound 
caressed his swollen cockshaft, smearing warm pussy cum all over his thighs and his slowly 
thrusting prick. "Yes... oh-h-h... yes... you should spank me hard! I deserve anything you give 
me! I've been a bad little girl... Pa!--very bad!"

"Yes, you have, haven't you?" he whacked her two more times, then jerked the panties 
down her legs and off her feet. He stared at the swollen redness of her buttocks for a brief 
moment, then began to pound away at her naked flesh. "You've been such a bad little girl, in 
fact, that you deserve more than just a simple spanking; maybe you should be raped--that 
would teach you a thing or two about manners and talking back to your father like he was 
some kind of dog. Yes, that's exactly what you need--forced rape!"

Her creamy but youthful thighs swung open suddenly, allowing his lengthy thickness to 
plop upward between them, then she closed her legs tightly, capturing the side of his 
extended cockflesh in the warm folds of her slushy furrow. "Yes! That's it, Pa!" she gasped as 
the spastic membranes of her pussy continued in delightful orgasm, her warm cum beginning 
to ooze onto his sperm-filled balls to trickle into the crevice of his asscheeks. "That's what I 
need and deserve--forced rape, but even that doesn't seem sufficient punishment for such a 
bad little girl."

"No! It doesn't seem to be a drastic punishment," he agreed, then slapped her rising and 
falling buttocks hard as possible, being very careful not to slap the cockhead which was 
protruding beyond the lovely cheeks of her rounded ass flesh. Her pelvis lurched frantically as 
her grasping pussy pulsated and throbbed with renewed and intensive orgasm against his 
slightly jerking shaft, then his cock stiffened to the utmost and began to jerk furiously as the 
slitted tip gaped and erupted. He watched the first spurt of jism shoot into the air in a small 
arch to eventually find the receptive crease of her alluring buttocks, then his fingers parted her
asscheeks to expose the wrinkled bud of her anus as he turned slightly to the side, allowing 
the remainder of his semen to spend itself on the tiny but contracting opening. "Aha, my 
darling little beauty, I know what you need!" he gurgled sinfully, then ogled the winking 
mystery of her virgin asshole. "If a very bad little girl must be punished, what could be more 
appropriate than being raped in her virgin ass?"

"Oh... no... Pa! Please! You can't fuck me there! It'll hurt me!" her small voice quivered with 
anxiety as she experienced real fear for the first time since the spanking started. She tried to 
imagine that thick, eight inch cock penetrating her tight rectum, but all she could imagine was
the anticipated pain of a torn asshole. "Oh... God... you'll rip me open! Do anything to me, but 
don't fuck my ass... please!"

"I must fuck that sweet little ass of yours; god, it looks so tempting and inviting," he held 
tightly onto her assflesh when she tried to twist free. "Don't fight against it, baby; it'll do you 
no good, anyway. That tight asshole must experience the sensations of my hard, thrusting 
dick, and, who knows?--you may enjoy it."

Barbara and Brad had been watching the delightful episode from close range, 
experiencing climax after climax as Greg and Sally brought themselves off. Two of her fingers 
were buried in the gushing membranes of her spasming pussy while she crouched in a 
squatting position, her mouth and tongue working furiously upon his jerking cockshaft as she 
drank him dry for the third time. She slurped the last drop of sperm from his pisshole and 
stood beside him, then coaxed Brad closer to the bed, wondering if Greg actually intended to 
fuck his daughter in her tiny rectum.

She suddenly remembered that Brad had fucked her in the willing rectal sheath, and the 
sensations she experienced had been more than just delightful. Maybe Greg could, in fact, 
enter Sally's tight asshole, but he'd need proper lubrication. She glanced down into the parted
cheeks of the youngster's ass and saw the natural lubrication which Greg had deposited in 
great quantities, then smiled sinfully, knowing that, once Greg's slick cock was inside her tight 
tunnel and was slipping in and out of her belly, Sally would thoroughly enjoy her assfucking.

"But... Pa... please... I beg you...!" Sally protested weakly as Greg eased from beneath her, 
then she felt her hips being drawn to the side of the bed as he raised her rump high into the 
air and positioned her knees on the very edge of the covers, spreading them wide as he stood
on the floor behind her. "Did... did you ever fuck Mother there?--in... in her... in her ass?"

"No... sweetheart... never! This is my first time, also!" he answered nervously as he 
wallowed the shaft of his cock in the cum-filled crease of her trembling ass, smearing the 
slippery substance over the length of his stiffness, then guided his inflamed pisshole to the 
center of her pucker and pressed against her resisting tissues gently. "I'll be very gentle with 
you, and I won't hurt you at all, I promise! I won't rape you, not like I first suggested, but I 
must fuck that pretty little ass--I hope you understand."

"I... I understand!--at least I think I do!" her voice quivered, then her heart began to pound 
faster when she realized her father had never fucked a female in the ass--her ass would be the
very first one to receive her father's thrusting cock, but he must penetrate her tight asslips 
before slipping into her virgin heat. She suddenly found herself hoping that he'd manage to 
get his burgeoning cock inside her rectum, then discovered that her rump was pressing 
anxiously against his surging hard-on as her tiny entrance dilated and nibbled at his extended 
tip. She must help get that huge cock inside her; she must satisfy her father completely in his 
first assfucking attempt; her rectum must be the first one to build her father to the point of 
explosion and suck the spewing geyser of erupting cum into her belly. Nothing seemed so 
important at the moment than to feel her father's thrusting prick inside her rectal sheath. 
"Push... Pa! Push hard! It'll go inside me! I know it will!"

Her frantic desire and urge caused a quickening process in the dilating tissues of her 
rectum, then she felt her asshole yield to his pressing cockhead as it stretched to 
accommodate all except the engorged rim of his crown. Greg stopped pushing when he felt 
her tiny hole open rapidly to devour more than half his cockhead, then froze in that position; 
he thought his thick cockmeat had ripped her asshole. "No... Pa... don't stop... not now! It'll fit! 
I know it will!" she urged anxiously, trying to show no pain as her pelvis lurched back to him in
a furious corkscrewing motion. "It... it'll go... Pa! It'll... oh-h-h... it's going! It... it's slipping into 
me! It... it's... ooh... yes... God... yes...!"

The resilient tissues of her thin asslips slipped suddenly over his giant rim and snapped 
into place upon his thick cockshaft, then he felt the tremendous heat of her rectal tunnel 
sucking demandingly at his captured cockflesh. "It... it's there... Pa! Inside me!" she groaned 
triumphantly as her rump continued to churn back at him, her hot rectum engulfing more and
more of his burgeoning shaft. "Push it in... all the way... then fuck my ass! Fuck me hard... 
please!" Greg eased into her, all the way to his swollen balls, all the way to her willing belly, all 
the way to her young soul, then he felt her hot membranes grasping at his cock with a sensual
tightness he'd never know as her hands slipped beneath her belly to cuddle his dangling balls 
into the slushy warmth of her gaping, pulsating pussy. She played with his cum-filled balls 
while fingering her needful pubic gash, then when her body rocked and quaked in sudden 
orgasm, the gripping hand upon his balls and the spasming membranes of her tight rectal 
sheath was too much for him to bear. His cockshaft stiffened demandingly inside her as she 
squeezed the cum from his balls, then, as his jerking prick began to erupt, he slammed back 
and forth into her uptilted anus with each and every frantic jerk, sending his spurting semen 
deep into her receptive belly.

"Oh... God... baby... I'm cumin' inside that lovely little ass of yours," he groaned, then thrust
hard into he belly and held his prick deep as his hot sperm filled her soul with warmth. They 
spent themselves completely as he held tightly onto her hips, then his prick lost its hardness 
and slipped from her conquered asshole. "I said it before and I'll say it again: you're a terrific 
little fuck. It seems to make no difference what we do, you always manage to bring me off 
better than anyone else could. One of these days you must bring me off with that sensual little
mouth of yours, and you must swallow every drop of my jism."

"Just name the time and place, Pa" she cooed contentedly and glanced at him over her 
upraised buttocks. "I'm ready when you are!"

"Later, sweetheart!" he smiled. "My dick's had it for the moment!"

Barbara spilled her flowing juices into her attentive hand as she swallowed Brad's warm 
sperm, then his cock went limp in her mouth.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Greg sat on the edge of the bed as Sally turned around to sit beside him, then they saw 
Brad and Barbara before them; she was just lifting from a squatting position as Brad's 
limpness slipped from her mouth. "Oh... wow!" Sally gasped, then giggled in a childlike 
manner. "It looks as if we missed some very sensual action, Pa!"

"We didn't miss anything, angel!" he smiled at her, then gently kneaded the youthful flesh 
on her inner thigh. "We were the action, not them!"

"Well what the hell did you expect us to do?--just stand here and cum all over ourselves 
without doing anything about it?" Barbara smiled through swollen, satisfied lips. "Sweet Jesus, 
that was the most fantastic performance I ever saw; nothing ever made my juices flow so 
freely. Hell, I even reached my first orgasm without touching my pussy at all; I realized Sally 
was cuming after those first three whacks across her little buttocks and my cum began to flow 
down the inside of my thighs like a river--I'd cum all over myself before I could do anything 
about it."

"Yeah!--and my dick was spewing all over the floor at the same time," Brad pointed to the 
wet spot just inside the door, then smiled at Barbara. "This pretty lady, thank God, didn't allow
me to waste another drop after that first time, though."

Sally glanced inquisitively into her father's eyes, then smiled somewhat seductively. "I 
thought mother... ah... I mean... Barbara came here to take a bath after you finished punishing 
her!" Her small but feminine voice teased, then she smiled somewhat sheepishly at Barbara, 
knowing that the sexy and voluptuous lady had thoroughly enjoyed her so-called punishment.
"Shall I fill the tub?"

Barbara's face turned slightly red when she realized the youngster's question was directed 
at her instead of Greg, then the thought of taking such a sensual and wanton bath with two 
men and a younger female seemed to excite the innermost part of her soul--hell, she had 
nothing left to hide from them, anyway. "Why not? I'm sure we need a good bath after all that
sensual activity," she answered, then glanced from Greg to Brad. "Isn't there someway we can 
persuade these two to shave?--they'd be quite handsome without all those whiskers."

"I can sit on them while you shave them!" Sally giggled.

"That may prove interesting," Greg found himself smiling wonderingly but somewhat 
sinfully at the two ladies. "Brad and I were going to shave, anyway, but I like Sally's idea much 
better," he turned to his daughter and winked teasingly. "What part of me are you going to sit
on, young lady?"

"Any part that'll please you, Pa!" she assured him, then winked back.

"What about me? Brad ogled her naked youth hopefully. "Are you going to sit on me, 
also?"

"I said I would, didn't I?" she stared at the limp cock hanging from his hairy pubes, then 
wondered if her brother could fuck as good as her father. "What part did you want me to sit 
on?"

"Now hold on there, goddamn it, enough is enough!" Greg's voice quivered nervously and
angrily. "You can sit on him all you want, but you sure as hell aren't going to fuck each 
other--you're my woman, not his."

' But, Pa, that's not treating Brad right at all!" bally protested sweetly in her brother's 
behalf. "Hell, he gets lonely just like everyone else. It shouldn't be difficult to understand that 
he needs love and sex as much as you and I."

"Let him find his own woman!" Greg suggested.

"He found a woman today, but she's not exactly his, is she?" Sally was quite firm with her 
father. "Mother belongs to... ah... I'm sorry... Barbara!"

"It's all right, sweetheart, I want you to call me Mother if you don't mind doing it. I thought
we both understood each other on the that point." Barbara reached out and took Sally's 
hands in her own and smiled seriously. "I love you and I feel as if you're my very own 
daughter, already. Now go ahead and finish what you were saying."

"I was just going to say that you belong to your husband, not Brad! " Sally finished her 
statement as she squeezed Barbara's hand lovingly.

"Our daughter's right, Greg," she stared into Greg's protective but guilty eyes. "Sex has 
nothing at all to do with who belongs to whom. Just because she's now your woman doesn't 
prove that she can't be fucked by someone else. Hell, look at yourself! You and Brad were in 
the process of raping me, and you didn't seem to give a damn who I belonged to. The only 
thing you were interested in is the pussy I have between my thighs, and you could've fucked 
me with no regrets; ask your son if he has any regrets about fucking me, about my belonging 
to... "

"None at all!" Brad interrupted. "I could fuck you anytime my dick gets hard, and I'd never 
have a regret about it."

"See what I mean!" Barbara smirked at him, but in a very serious manner. "You could've 
fucked me, also, and cared less that I actually belong to another man. Just because Brad has 
fucked my willing pussy doesn't give him the claim to me. I enjoy fucking Brad and I'm sure 
we'll fuck each other many times after today, but I'll never belong to him; I belong to Frank 
West, and I'll remain his woman, always--can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah! I understand what you're saying, but I'll have to think about it for awhile," he 
rubbed his whiskered chin. "Nobody touches my little girl in a sexual way until I'm sure about 
how I feel; maybe in a day or two I'll be willing to share her with Brad."

"I touched her in a sexual way!" Barbara jarred his memory, then glared triumphantly at 
him. "I even forced her to cum before you'd made up your mind to fuck her, yourself."

He stared at her for a moment, then smiled. "But that's different!" he said, trying to assure 
himself more than Barbara. "You're a woman!"

"It was still sex!" she reminded him, then glanced over his shoulder at the darkened 
window and gasped fearfully. "Oh... God... no!"

"What's the matter?" Greg demanded when he saw the blood drain from Barbara's lovely 
but startled face.

"It... it's dark, already!" a frown crossed her pursed lips as she glanced at her watch, then 
realized the light in Greg's room was shining brightly, preventing the telltale signs of 
approaching night. "Damn... it's eight o'clock!"

"So!" Greg exclaimed wonderingly.

"So my husband and family are at the big house and I'm not; so they're probably worried 
about me; so I should be there, already!" Barbara answered nervously, then began to fidget.

"Does that mean we're not going to take our bath?" Sally asked with a glum look on her 
pretty face.

Barbara thought seriously for a moment, then smiled at the young girl. "No, it doesn't 
mean that at all; I wouldn't miss this bath for anything in the world," she assured them. "My 
family left me alone in the house this morning, so why the hell should I feel guilty about 
leaving them this afternoon and part of the night. The one thing that worries me about the 
darkness is how the hell am I to get back to the house?--I'll lose my way for certain!"

"Don't let that worry you," Greg answered with an assuring smile. "Brad and I know every 
pathway leading through this forest; one of us will walk you home."

Barbara gazed at the three of them as an interesting thought entered her mind, then her 
heart pounded hopefully. "I have a much better idea: after we've finished our bath and have 
played around in the tub for as long as we want, all of you can walk me home," she suggested,
her eyes glittering with anticipation as she wondered if her family would like her newfound 
friends, then decided they would. How could her family not like the three people whom she'd 
learned to love?--even though they'd met through very frightening circumstances? "Let's get 
the bathwater running, Sally!--I'm anxious to see how four of us are going to fit into one tub!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about the size of the tub; I made it, myself, and it's at 
least half the size of the bathroom," Greg assured her as his face wrinkled in a worried 
manner.

"Then why do you look so worried?" a puzzled look formed on Barbara's face.

"I'm worried about something else, entirely!" he stared seriously into her sparkling brown 
eyes. "You sounded as if you were inviting us into your home!"

"I was doing exactly that!" she exclaimed wonderingly, not quite understanding this 
sudden worry. "And why shouldn't I invite you into my home?--hell, I've been inside yours all 
afternoon and part of the night. Come, Sally! Let's go into the bathroom. I'm not going to 
stand here and listen to your father's nonsense all night; we're going into my vacation home 
and that's final--I'm not accepting 'no' as an answer."

"But, Barbara, you don't understand what I'm trying to say," Greg muttered when he and 
Brad had followed them into the bathroom. "What will your husband and family think when 
we follow you into the house? How will you explain the three of us to them? My God, they'll 
think the very worst!--they'll suspect what we've done!"

"Then they'll be suspecting the truth, won't they? You seem to forget that my husband and
daughter went fishing today, and I certainly suspect them. You should've seen how they were 
ogling each other; it was almost as if they couldn't wait to get away from the rest of us; and 
you know what my son-in-law and my youngest daughter were doing to each other--you 
even saw it for yourself," she related the facts with a devilish smile upon her lips, then turned 
to study the bathtub as it filled with water. Greg had been correct: the sunken tile tub was half
the size of the bathroom, and it was about three feet deep. "I don't see how this tub could 
possibly conserve water," she wondered as Sally turned the water off; the tub was now filled 
for their bath. "It certainly holds more water than does three normal tubs; you'd actually 
conserve more water by taking separate baths."

"I know, but this tub was a damned good excuse to get my daughter to take a bath with 
me, wasn't it?" he smiled somewhat sheepishly and guiltily, then became more serious. "Are 
you sure that your family, and especially your husband, won't be angry should we visit with 
you?"

"I'm a big girl, now and my family is very understanding! You couldn't possibly know it, but
just this morning my husband hinted that he'd like to see me indulge in a little striptease and 
masturbating act for them at a party in the future." she smiled seductively and modeled her 
naked body as if she were dancing to silent music, even twisting her rump and thrusting her 
pelvis forward like a professional burlesque performer. "I'm certain a party will be in progress 
by the time we get there, and if I can manage a little courage, I may do that performance 
tonight--would it embarrass you?"

"I feel the same about that performance as you do about this bath: I wouldn't miss it for 
anything in the world," he assured her, then stared as she stepped into the tub and raised her 
leg high, allowing him to see her open crotch in the manner he'd always wanted to see Sally's 
when she got into the tub in the past. "Who knows what may happen?--maybe your family 
will like us, after all."

"I'm sure they will!" she exclaimed as they got into the water with her to begin bathing one
another's nakedness, and especially those sensual and private parts. "This one night may 
possibly produce more sexual knowledge and enlightenment than any of us could realize in a 
lifetime, and there's one thing of which I'm certain: it'll be a night none of us will soon forget."

Barbara's hands found their way between Greg's thighs to fondle his stiffening cock, then 
sighed wantonly as she slipped deeper into the warm water. The party would be tonight, after 
she got home, but that was still in the future. This was happening at the moment--it was now!

The party would certainly be a great one, and it was something she looked forward to--all 
of them did, but there's so much which should happen before curtain time. She was taking a 
bath with two very handsome men and a beautiful young girl; the sexual possibilities were 
numerous, and she'd make them happen, all of them. There'd be even more delightful 
possibilities at the party, and she'd make them happen, also. At this particular moment in her 
life Barbara could make anything happen--anything!


THE END
