Sisters That Share Their Bed
by Dr. Emil Kroner


INTRODUCTION

It is now quite well-established that sado-masochistic tendencies are fairly common in 
human behavior. All human beings at one time or another exhibit some degree of sadistic or 
masochistic traits. While the overwhelming majority of people do not exhibit sado-masochistic
irrationality, the seeds and the soil for its development are there--the seeds are the S & M 
tendencies that potentially exist in any individual, and the soil is the background from which 
the individual emerges and the situational experiences that mold him.

Besides heredity and the family, society and environment are vital components in the 
individual's development. These two basic influential areas are especially vital in the 
individual's most intimate and emotional development--his psychosexual development And it 
is precisely in the realm of sexuality that the most dramatic and powerfully human examples 
of sado-masochistic behavior occur. From Freud on to the key contemporary schools of 
therapy and analysis, especially the schools of group therapy, there has been a growing 
consensus that all sado-masochistic behavior is rooted in sexuality.

Even random acts of sadism or masochism that seem entirely unrelated to sex reveal, on 
closer inspection, their sexual roots. Many individuals who commit such acts are sexually 
repressed. Many authorities feel that sexual energy that is not expressed in a sexually healthy 
way can build up to an explosion of violence. The study of sado-masochistic sexuality, 
therefore, can yield great insights into human behavior of all kinds. Research into S & M sex is 
a microcosmic glimpse of human emotion in its rawest intimacy.

As past literature has revealed, sado-erotic tendencies in human beings are rarely 
expressed to any pathological degree by those who have psychosexually developed to a stage
where they healthily accept sex, usually heterosexual, and most often monogamous, with a 
partner outside of the family in which one grew up. Such individuals usually emerge and 
develop from happy, well-balanced families. The stronger, more destructive, sado-masochistic 
tendencies seem to emerge in people who were brought up in repressive atmospheres that 
breed hostility. The individual who has been started on the S & M path through early 
exposure to cruelty cannot satisfy his sexual needs in the conventional milieus. He (or she) 
seems inevitably drawn toward incestual relationships, lesbianism and homosexuality, 
interracial liaisons--all the "taboo" areas of sexuality.

This volume will explore one area of sexuality that is especially vulnerable in the S & M 
inclined individual--troilism.

The threesome is legendary in the annals of human sexuality. The group orgy may be the 
logical eventual sexual battleground for the extremely sado-erotic personality, but many 
people break down their inhibitions in stages, and the three-group fills a middle-ground need:
one breaks away from the conventional twosome and reaches toward group orgy. The 
following case studies will help us understand the sado-masochistic elements in troilism.


CASE HISTORY - SARAH AND HAZEL

My sister's pussy... I couldn't understand why I was so damned fascinated by the sight of it.
I watched her toss and turn, the covers thrown completely off our young bodies. And always, 
Hazel's thighs would be spread out, the honey-haired pussy directed so close to me.

My pussy... I looked down at my pussy, a full moon and a sky full of stars illuminating the 
scene. So hot and muggy out, I remember that, especially having all our bedroom windows up
in the attic wide open. And still no breeze stirring.

I wanted to touch my sister's pussy--I can still remember how my hands tingled to get the 
feel of the snatch that was so much like mine. I placed my hands on the inner reaches of my 
own thighs, working up towards my moist and sweaty lovemound. I worked fingers of both 
hands up into my love-slit, the hair quite beautifully developed down there at the age of 
sixteen. I made the comparison, looking over at my fourteen-year-old sister's pussy-bush. Her 
hair was forming so thick and rapidly down there, those beautiful blonde ringlets glistening 
with the moistness of the hot and muggy night.

We had always slept together in the attic, and so many times our bodies had innocently 
touched and rubbed. And it had not been so long before that when on many a cold winter 
night we had purposely wrapped our arms about one another, our flannel pajamas and 
bedcovers never enough to keep us warm. We had seen each other in the nude so many 
times, changing clothes and getting ready for baths, but that was the very first time I had 
been so painfully aware of the beautiful symmetry of her body. And it was as though I was 
fascinated by a younger version of my own nude form--the lithe form, the solidly upturned 
breasts so round and full, topped by a Nordic honey-haired look.

I planted both hands up solidly on my pussy, sneaking warm fingers both hands up into 
my tingling and very moist pussy. Looking over I had to bite at my lower lip as I remained so 
damned fascinated by the beautiful indentation of my kid sister's love-slit. I was so damned 
aware of how beautifully it tapered down into the inner reaches of her thighs at the start of 
her buttocks, and I had to jam fingers all the harder into my aching cunt.

I stopped short, the fingers deep into my young snatch, wondering if Hazel was asleep, not
wanting to gamble on calling her name. She had a beautiful smile of sleep on her face, as 
though she was dreaming of so many wonderful things we could never seem to have in 
reality. I worked my eyes back down her beautiful young form, choking back a gasp as I 
studied the perfectly rounded young breasts with the milky white flesh. I had to jam fingers all
the rougher up into my cunt, annoyed at what was happening to me. And yet my eyes 
continued on the delightful trip, really inspired by the flat of her stomach, her navel so inviting
as she tapered down and the concentration was once again on the honey-haired lovemound, 
oh so beautifully accentuated by the wide spread of her thighs.

"Hazel... " I whispered hoarsely. "Hazel?"

I edged up slightly, easing up on the fingers in my pussy. The full moon pouring through 
the opened window was doing a fantastic spotlight job directly on her pussy, and the show 
was driving me wild. I had suggested sleeping in the nude... and I instantly realized that I had 
been staring at Hazel sitting on the edge of the bed in her panties and bra. I remember how I 
had watched her holding the light summerish pajamas, wondering if she would first take off 
her panties and bra, giving me a quick but deliciously great view of her rapidly budding young
body.

"It's too damned hot an' muggy up here!" I had unhooked the clasp of my bra, letting it 
fall to the floor. "I'm sleeping in the raw!"

"What will Ma say, Sarah?" Hazel questioned me.

"I don't really give a shit," I replied, remembering how damned drunk I had seen the old 
lady with her latest boyfriend. In the four years since my old man had disappeared, I had lost 
count of the old lady's boyfriends. "It's too hot an' muggy to sleep with anything on," I 
proclaimed, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties. I remember purposely 
turning toward Hazel, letting her watch me glide my panties downward, royally stepping out 
of them.

"I guess I will, too!" And I hooked my eyes on the beautiful sight of her arching her young 
arms to unhook her bra--that believe me, held just about as much milky flesh as mine did. I 
caught her brief moment of hesitation before she tugged down her little panties, and it only 
made it all the more exciting. Down they came, bringing her honey-haired snatch deliciously 
into sight, and she bounced onto the bed alongside me, our thighs instantly touching, then 
separating.

I felt certain she was asleep, and for a brief moment I entertained the bold thought of 
fingering my pussy right then and there in bed. I knew damned well I had to masturbate, or I 
would never manage to fall asleep. I had to finger-fuck myself while I thought of Eddie and 
how he had excited me down at the swimming hole that very afternoon.

I strained and brought the sensual image to my mind. Eddie had been pushing and 
shoving me, trying to get me to dive into the swimming hole alongside him. I had pushed him
back, and as I did my eyes had gone solidly to the bulging outline of his hard cock covered by 
his soaking wet swim trunks. Long and hard... up against his belly... throbbing and breathing 
before my very eyes... seemingly about to burst through the top of his low-slung trunks.

I had to finger-fuck my pussy to that delightful image, I had told myself. Yeah, Eddie had 
tried to get me off by myself, but I had been too damned frightened. And I had used my sister
Hazel as an excuse. I had to keep an eye on my kid sister, that was what I was forever telling 
myself.

I shoved the fingers back down into my pussy, careful not to make too much noise. I 
would have to quietly get out of bed and go down to the bathroom, I told myself. There I 
could lock the door and finger-fuck myself wildly until I spurted my own hot cream.

I would think of Eddie, and how enormously large that bulging shaft seemed through his 
soaking wet swimtrunks. I'd think of Eddie tugging down his swim trunks and letting his big 
cock jut forward at a perfect angle for grabbing and stroking, his balls dangling free and easy.

Now this is crazy... but I realize it's the very start of this wild three-way kick that carried 
over into total maturity. I never got past the make-believe of Eddie being totally nude, his 
cock and balls exaggerated in size, when I started imagining him aiming his swollen prick 
between Hazel's thighs. I can still distinctly remember sweating all the more, heavy beads of 
perspiration forming on my forehead, as I imagined Eddie positioning his thick cockhead into 
the start of Hazel's young pussy.

I played out a wild scene of make-believe sex, my eyes fixed solidly over at her lovemound 
accentuated by her spread-out thighs. I imagined one of my hands going up to the milky flesh
of her breasts, the other going down to circle her firm buttocks, to urge her up to Eddie's 
throbbing cock.

"Shove it to her... " I found myself inwardly murmuring, frightened that I might wake up 
my sister. "Fuck her, Eddie, fuck her... " I whispered hoarsely.

I bit hard on my lower lip, in reality my fingers jammed up hard into my love-slit. I 
tightened into a ball, wondering why such a seemingly sick thought had actually crossed my 
mind. I tried to erase my sister out of the blackboard of my mind, convincing myself that I only
wanted to feel my fingers up my cunt to the mental image of the outline of hard cock I had 
witnessed imprisoned by his soaking wet swimtrunks that very afternoon.

My sweat grew thicker, the primary concentration remaining totally on my sister's beautiful
snatch. I dug the sight of Eddie's hard cock in my make-believe, but I couldn't redirect my 
fantasy. It insisted on me pushing Hazel's lovemound up to Eddie's throbbing cock, urging 
him to throw her a beautiful fuck. My fantasy insisted on my guiding Eddie's eager cock right 
into my sister's pussy--and not mine.

I would have to get out of bed and go down to the bathroom and wildly finger-fuck my 
pussy--maybe even sneaking a cucumber or something long and thick instead of having to 
use my damned fingers. I would have to... but my eyes remained fixed on Hazel, taking in all of
my kid sister who looked so much like me. I had been jerking myself off since I was slightly 
over thirteen, I told myself, and yet I just couldn't seem to picture my adorable sister jamming 
fingers up into her delicate pussy, pretending it was really cock. I thought of all the times I 
locked myself in the bathroom, using both hands, shoving and ramming fingers up both my 
cunt and asshole.

"Not Hazel... " I foolishly whispered underneath my breath. "She's so delicate and 
adorable... " I tightened, watching Hazel suddenly toss and turn, this time landing flat on her 
stomach, and then over at an angle away from me. I worked myself up into a ball, eyes fixed 
on the moon shining delightfully on her perfectly shaped buttocks. Her thighs were so 
perfectly in position to widen the crack of her ass, and I found myself pulling my fingers out of
my pussy. I had this urge to feel her ass, to let my fingers play delightfully up and down the 
crack of her ass.

I edged over to her, closer and closer, getting up the nerve to actually plant my hands on 
her buttocks, hoping that I would not awake her as I did.

I stopped short, my eyes going to the distinctive welts and bruises on her back that had 
yet to heal. I cursed my old lady under my breath, recalling how she had so viciously punished
Hazel for practically nothing.

The old lady had been stinkin' drunk and pissed off that her boyfriend had not shown up 
in two days. All she needed was the slightest excuse to grab the thick leather strap that always
hung on the kitchen wall, the slightest infraction of an idiotic rule imposed upon us--and the 
bitch was slashing the leather strap all over my kid sister.

"Leave her alone!" I rushed into it, getting the strap hard across my mouth as I did. "She 
ain't done nothing!"

"Stay outa this, Sarah!" my old lady drunkenly swayed back and forth. "Or you'll get yours!"
She kept at it, viciously starting the strap at Hazel's thighs, lifting her dress and letting the 
menacing leather slash across her panty-covered buttocks. I tried to get the old lady to stop, 
begging her in the process, but I got slashed a few more across my knockers.

I edged over slightly, almost placing my nude frame against hers. I gently brought my 
hands up to her bruised back, rubbing the welts gently, as I had done with vaseline right after 
the beating. I worked my hands fully on her back, moving over to her sides, fingers edging 
around to the outer perimeter of her milky breasts.

"Poor little Hazel... " I murmured under my breath, edging my knee up closer to her thigh. 
She turned, murmuring as she did, still seemingly asleep. I tightened, sensing her throbbing 
lovemound up closer to me, my hands so damned close to it.

I could feel the moisture of her cunt.

That beautiful hot pussy.

So beautiful... the thighs widened slightly, accentuating the it a finger instantly sticking to 
the love-slit itself, enjoying the moist feeling down there.

I couldn't stop, not after that. Carefully, I worked my other hand down between her thighs,
a finger going up toward the crack of her ass. She moved slightly, and I stopped short, 
checking and seeming certain that she was ready I continued.

I needed her twat.

I wanted her warm cunt.

Pussy!!! I needed it.

My finger in my loveslit wanted to go wild--it had to settle for action. It had such a warm 
and inviting feeling to it, so much greater than when I ran a finger up into my own pussy. And 
her pussy was so like mine, it was as though it was an extension of me, and I had a special 
right to finger it. Gliding up and down the length of the moist sensation, I jabbed deeper on 
each trip, delightfully digging and jabbing, being less and less careful of possibly awakening 
her.

I'd say I must have been dreaming, or play dumb--or just about any damned thing--if 
Hazel did wake me up and confront me about my actions. I couldn't stop myself, not once my 
finger got glued to her moist and inviting pussy.

Crazy... but I tried to think of the hard outline of Eddie's cock... telling myself that I wasn't 
supposed to think about a girl's snatch the same way as I would any part of a boy. But it was 
my sister's honey-haired pussy that was driving me sensually up a tree, and Eddie's cock was 
something I imagined myself directing into her pussy--anything and everything to please my 
darling, little sister. I started the finger smoothly in and out of her pussy, telling myself I had 
directed Eddie's cock up into the core of her. I jabbed in and out, finally working a second 
finger right up into it, biting at my lower lip in the ecstasy of having a part of me inside her.

If I had a cock... I inwardly lamented, carefully working the fingers in and out of her pussy, 
not wanting to awaken and shock her.

Oh, if I only had a big, hard cock... I imagined myself with a thick prod of cock and heavy 
balls hanging where my cunt was in reality. I thought how wonderful it would be if I could 
mount my kid sister and delightfully work a cock in and out of her sweet little snatch.

The more I thou $it of having a cock, the more frustrated I got, and the rougher I found 
my fingers jabbing in and out of my kid sister's twat. I'd sense her moving all the more, 
seemingly about to awaken--I would hold up, waiting for her to be still again, supposedly 
asleep. Then I'd be at it again, gliding fingers in and out of her delightful pussy that seemed 
just a little smaller and tighter than mine. Again and again, I pictured myself with a long, hard 
cock where my cunt really was. And I agonized over the thought of fucking my sister, giving 
her a real cock instead of only my fingers. Only my fingers... that was all I had to give my 
darling sister, I sadly lamented within myself.

I must tell you how I then imagined Eddie in those damned snug and dripping wet swim 
trunks-- showing off his hard bulge of cock and balls. Only in my fantasy, he humped his torso
forward in Hazel's direction, his hands lewdly suggesting and outlining the throbbing hard 
condition of his imprisoned cock. And then he was laughing at me, telling my kid sister how 
he could satisfy her with his big, hard cock--while I couldn't possibly give her a hard cock.

Laughing at me... I can never forget the cruel fantasy, Eddie pulling down the front of his 
swim trunks, yanking out and waving his swollen prick at Hazel, and laughing at me, 
screaming and yelling that I didn't have a cock to offer my kid sister.

Hazel twisted and turned, pulling me abruptly out of the cruel fantasy of cock-envy. In my 
cock-less frustration, I had jammed fingers all the way up into her cunt, doing the same with 
my fingers positioned at the crack of her delightful ass. I eased up, not wanting to hurt 
her--and especially not wanting to awaken her. I remember her troubled, seemingly 
sleep-induced moans and groans, her continual writhing up, up and further up--stopping the 
exquisite movement of her lithe body when her lovemound containing my fingers was up 
within easy range of my mouth.

I had to give my beautiful kid sister a cock... something stiff and long... and able to dart in 
and out of her moist love-slit. I yanked my fingers out of her pussy, swooping downward, I 
flicked my tongue instantly out, gliding up and down the length of her throbbing pussy, just 
as my finger had first done.

I had to stifle my cry of joy, and I slammed my hand down hard between my thighs, 
working it right up into my throbbing crotch, fingers going magnetically to the hairy opening. 
I held back my cries of joy, trying not to slobber my excitement too loudly as I made a steel 
blade of my tongue and fucked her pussy with it, thrusting it in and out of her tight cunt, my 
fingers working even harder up my own greedy cunt.

I wanted to tongue her pussy deeper and deeper, but I was aware of her light moaning 
sounds, her eyes tightly closed, and I panicked at the thought of waking her up. I slowed up 
slightly, I could sense her supposedly sleeping form writhing up into me, urging my tongue to 
work deeper into the core of her vagina.

Three ways... I went wild working my tongue up her snatch, one hand working up behind 
her, fingering the crack of her ass, my other hand quieting my greedy cunt. I thought I'd swirl 
right off the bed, that I would have to scream out for Hazel to wake up and be a part of the 
wild scene.

My beautiful kid sister... I only wanted to satisfy her... and yet, I wondered if that was 
possible if she were actually asleep. I sensed her continually writhing toward me, throwing her 
pussy up into my face, getting my tongue to really get all the way up there.

Her eyes were closed, all right... but it didn't take much after that to figure out that she was
feigning sleep. Let her pretend... I told myself, gliding my tongue smoothly in and out of her 
moist and very tight cunt. I was always the aggressive one, the starter... Hazel was to be acted 
upon, her beauty to be totally appreciated by an active partner.

My darling, passive beauty... pretending to be asleep... enjoying the feel of my tongue up 
her cunt, my fingers gliding up and down the length of her asshole--made obvious by the 
slight writhing motions she could not refrain from.

I dug it that way--I mean, I really dug making love to my sleeping beauty sister, and then I 
really went to work on her twat, tongue-fucking it wildly, as though it were actually a cock.

My sleeping beauty had to let out a low moan, and along with the twisting of her torso, I 
could sense her urgency. I worked my tongue solidly up her tight cunt and suctioned hard--a 
volcanic flow of hot cream gushing into my mouth. I wanted every last drop of the delicious 
fluid and I worked hard, getting it all down my throat. I finger-fucked my pussy furiously, 
leaving my tongue right up her spent pussy. I could not restrain my moans, and didn't 
attempt to, almost wanting to pay tribute to my kid sister that she had worked me up to such 
a wild point of no-return. I shuddered and buckled, spending my load and struggling to catch 
my breath.

"I love you, sleeping beauty... " I murmured, pulling my tongue out of her pussy, the 
fingers of my hands from her asshole and my pussy. "Oh, how I love you... " I whispered 
hoarsely, taking her in my arms and drawing her up into the warmth of my breasts.

"Sleep, baby, sleep... " I purred, feeling her mouth so moist at the prematurely developed 
cleavage of my young breasts. "I'll always look after you... " I'll always look after you... Let me 
tell you, that was almost my life's dedication to my kid sister. I was always there to shelter her 
from the really hard knocks, to see that she got treated decently, almost to wait on her hand 
and foot.

So that was our first lesbian affair--yeah, two sisters together, but it was so different with 
us. I had to be close to her, I had to protect her from a damned rough slum neighborhood in 
general and my drunken slut of an old lady in particular.

Those teenaged years formed so much of the pattern of our mature lives together. Hazel 
was always the delicate, well-scrubbed young lady. Me--I was the rough and ready one, 
always ready to fight the boys when they made lewd remarks about my sister.

"Little Miss Stuckup-twat!" was one name the boys gave her. And right along with that 
went the line about her thinking that her crap didn't stink.

Yeah, and every so often I'd get damned annoyed at the airs Hazel would put on, and I'd 
ask myself who in the fuck did she think she was? Someone special?

Yes, very special, indeed... I would have to give in. My adorable Hazel was a very special 
human being, and it was as though I was put cm earth to look after her and serve her.

Let me tell you, after that first time that we'd had our fling in bed, I really dug taking care 
of her in bed. She continually played the sleeping beauty role, giving me all sorts of broad 
hints when she wanted to have her pussy satisfied. And I was always right there to take care of
it for her.

Maybe Hazel was younger, but she got fucked by a boy before I did. I continually told 
myself that I had to look after her, and so I didn't have much time to fool around with boys. 
The truth was that I was so in love with her, making out like crazy with her pussy and knockers
just about every night, that I didn't really give a damn about boys at first.

Competition... I could sense that they were all out to steal Hazel away from me, all the 
boys in the neighborhood. I stuck close to her, but I couldn't remain glued to her side forever. 
I remember every detail of the first time a boy took Hazel away from me, and how I felt as I 
watched her getting fucked.

Yeah, it might sound sick, but I hid, watching every detail of it. And I'll tell you the wildest 
sensation, I got my kicks through Hazel's sensual actions, however she reacted to the boy.

There had been a gang of us, all playing around the old abandoned brewery. More and 
more, as we grew up, the boys started pairing off with certain girls. The boys who once played
stickball and continually wrestled me, were finding their girls, sneaking off to be alone most of
the time.

Eddie had his eyes on Hazel... and he was forever trying to get me out of the way. 
Wherever they'd go, I'd find an excuse to be right alongside them. Yeah, after a while, I 
realized that I could only do that by pretending to be interested in a boy myself, pairing off 
with him and making the scene together. I got stuck with a gawky kid named Pete.

"Hey, Pete," I'd hear Eddie whisper to his buddy. "Take Sarah someplace by yourself. Man, I
wanna make it alone with Hazel!"

I made it clear that I didn't want to separate and go off with Pete, that we should all stick 
together. I still thought of it as my duty to keep an eye on the kid sister, to protect her from 
the neighborhood boys. Well, I got it loud and clear from Hazel--she didn't want to be 
protected any longer.

"I can take care of myself," Hazel whispered to me. "I like Eddie and he wants me to be his 
girl. So go with Pete!"

Well, I went for Pete, but not for long. After one awkward attempt to make out with me, I 
shook free of him, running away and shouting that I was going home. But I didn't... I sensed 
exactly where Eddie and Hazel would be... right up in the abandoned office in the brewery, on 
the large, red leather couch.

I sneaked up the back stairway and edged up close to the glass-enclosed office, knowing 
exactly where the broken glass would be, affording me a perfect view inside the office. I got 
down on my knees, edging continually closer to the best vantage point, my heart thumping as
I heard their muffled voices and giggling from Hazel. I'll tell you how naive I still was. Since it 
was still afternoon, and daylight streamed through the many large windows, I thought for 
certain that they wouldn't try anything really wild. That was something I associated with the 
middle of the night, up in our bed in the darkness. Sex was a very quiet matter, I thought, 
since Hazel always pretended to be asleep while I made passionate love to her pussy, asshole 
and breasts. I thought I might catch Hazel and Eddie just hugging and kissing.

Like a painting hanging on your wall... I'll always have it etched on the blackboard of my 
mind... my first view of Eddie and Hazel on that old red leather couch. Yeah, they were 
hugging and kissing, all right. But I had an instant sic feeling down deep in the pit of my 
stomach is I zoomed in on Hazel's hand brazenly unzipping Eddie's fly and tugging out his 
enormously thick hard-on. She let out a low, guttural cry, grinding her mouth harder into his, 
instantly stroking his cock up and down as though it were the most natural movement in the 
world.

"Oh, Eddie! It's so big and thick!" she gasped, shocking me as I always thought of her as 
the silent, passive partner in lovemaking. "Feel my pussy, Eddie, feel it good!" She took his 
hand and shoved it right up under her skirt.

Her mouth was instantly glued to his, and those moans and groans were in their own way 
louder than her words, demanding more and more of him, her hand tightly fisted on his 
throbbing cock all the while.

I watched her thighs spread out the limit as she sat sprawled out on the couch. My mouth 
watered, thinking of how many times I had worked my tongue up into her honey-haired 
snatch. But Eddie was crudely working his fingers up where I had always made gentle and 
warm love to my sleeping beauty sister. I pressed up against the glass enclosure, needing 
support as I watched her panties being shoved aside by his fingers, all the while my sister 
moaning and groaning loudly, gyrating her thighs the limit for him to jam fingers up into her 
snatch.

I caught that wild gleam in Hazel's eyes as she edged her mouth away from Eddie's long 
enough to fix her greedy glare solidly on the long, hard cock fisted so tightly in her hand. I 
was so damned jealous of Eddie's swollen prick, and I angrily shoved a hand up underneath 
my skirt, jamming fingers up into my slit right through my panties. Hazel was so damned 
fascinated by that cock--something I could never give her.

"Oh, wow!" Hazel tightened, Eddie's fingers jamming more deeply up into her twat, one of 
his hands working feverishly on her knockers. "You're terrific!" she shrilled, bringing her open 
mouth instantly back to his, their tongues obviously slobbering wildly together. I ran my 
tongue lightning-like over my parched lips, wanting so much to feel my lips solidly on Hazel's. 
Then a really wild thought raced through my mind. Hazel wanted a boy's lips, and if that was 
what pleased her, I at least wanted to be kneeling down there at the wide sprawled-out V of 
her thighs. And instead of Eddie's fingers up her cunt. I'd have my tongue eating out the 
delicious core of her. I had to gasp back my excitement, the saliva freely dripping out of the 
comer of my lips. Yeah, and I had to work fingers deeper and deeper into my own noisy cunt.

"Let's get undressed!" Eddie excitedly shrilled. "Please, Hazel."

"Watch me take my clothes off, Eddie," Hazel got up on her feet, arching her back and 
performing for him.

That certain royal air about her as she arched her shoulders, jutting out her firm breasts... 
she had done that so many times in our bedroom, when she was certain my eyes were fully on
her. I watched in total rapture, just as Eddie did from his better vantage point, really getting 
turned on by Hazel's performance as he tugged off the form fitting sweater, revealing her 
bra-imprisoned breasts. I had to bite at my lower lip, Eddie letting out a pained groan as she 
purposely ran her hands up over them, slowly gliding them down her lithe form to get at the 
button and the short zipper at the side of her mini-skirt.

"Do you like my body, Eddie?" she hesitated, hooking her fingers into the skirt and halfslip 
at the same time.

"You're so beautiful!" He grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands, his legs sprawled 
out wide in his sitting position on the old, ripped couch. "You drive me wild," he gasped, 
watching her tug down the two cover garments together, the powder-blue panties tightly 
hugging her lovemound. "Oh, wow!"

I had to choke back my delight from my hiding place right outside their trysling spot, 
unable to comprehend why Hazel's strip act seemed so much more sensual than the countless
times I had watched her undress in our bedroom, with just the two of us there. Eddie... a male 
in the act... that was the big difference, anyway as far as Hazel was concerned.

I watched in total fascination, Eddie stroking his cock up and down in frustrated anxiety as 
Hazel slowly kicked off her sandals, then even more slowly hooked her fingers into the 
waistband of her panties, standing directly in front of Eddie.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" she persisted.

"You're fantastic!" he stroked his cock harder, the noise of it coming clearly through to me,
making me all the more frustrated that I didn't have a cock to offer her. "Oh, wow!" he 
gasped, expressing in words that I had to feel silently from my hiding point as she tugged 
down the bikini-panties revealing that beautifully pear-shaped lovemound accentuated by the
loveslit.

"I can't wait to fuck you!" Eddie started to get up, but Hazel really gave a performance, 
urging him to remain seated, his legs sprawled out wide.

I couldn't believe my eye'; as I watched her kneel down between his outstretched thighs, 
her hands going expertly to the heavy belt buckle. She undid it, then the top button. She 
seemed to take special delight in parting his trousers and urging him to lift his rear end as she
pulled them off him, working hard to get the tight denims off his ankles.

"It's so big," she giggled, brushing her lips up against the thick cockhead as her hands 
went to the buttons of his light summerish shirt. I watched the way her eyes were fixed on his 
anatomy running up and down him--yeah, exactly as my eyes were fixed on the smooth flow 
of her body. I was damned fascinated by the semi-clad condition of Eddie, that thick prod of 
cock jutting out of the fly of his jockey shorts--but mostly as I thought of how he would be 
fucking Hazel.

Hazel had his shirt and socks and shoes off in no time, and lingered with her hands 
hooked into the waistband of his briefs, using it as an excuse to let her mouth brush up 
against the thick cockhead throbbing before her.

"Kiss it--kiss it--" Eddie moaned, lifting his rear-end up, waiting obviously in agony until 
she pulled off his shorts. "Do it, Hazel--"

"I can't!" She giggled, playing it cute, just managing to get her hot breath down on the 
living, breathing shaft of hard meat. "I don't do things like that," she slowly started to edge his
shorts down, making him remain suspended with his buttocks up off the leather couch.

"Oh, c'mon!" he got overanxious. "I'm dyin' to fuck you!"

"It's so big... " Hazel continually brought down his briefs at her pace, finally pulling them 
off over his feet and tossing them aside. "Be easy at first--"

"Get down here, baby!" he agonized, getting up and working her down on the couch. "Just
spread out wide--" He hovered over her, his cock suddenly seeming more like a baseball bat 
from where I was crouched down on my knees on the other side of the office partition.

"It's so big--" Hazel giggled, placing a hand on the massive shaft.

And big it was!

I trembled, lurching forward, my mind was playing tricks on me. exaggerating the size of 
his cock out of all human proportions. Like a horse's prick I had once seen out in the country, 
a stallion in heat, his prod of cock like a baseball bat. I trembled all the more, unable to stifle 
my emotions, thinking of the horse's stud-cock on Eddie about to rip my kid sister apart, 
making her a bloody mess.

"Don't hurt her, please!" I cried out, unable to control myself, giving myself away.

"Oh, shit!" were Eddie's first words as he spotted me "Why didn't you go with Pete?"

"You're built too big for her!" I screamed, coming out into the open. "You'll tear her apart-"

"Don't be jealous, Sarah!" Hazel giggled, jumping up to a sitting position, urging Eddie to 
sit alongside her by means of grabbing his cock and stroking it fully.

"Can't we ever be alone?" Eddie lamented.

I moved slowly into the abandoned office, my pussy so damned moist as I worked my eyes
back and forth, from Hazel's loveslit accentuated so beautifully by the wide spread of her 
thighs--and Eddie's lucky cock. A thousand perverse pictures clicked through my mind, like a 
dirty movie of all that thick prick being jammed in and out of such a tight and beautiful cunt. I 
had to run my tongue over my parched lips, unable to pull my line of sight away from the 
cock and pussy positioned side by side.

"Tell her to go--" Eddie worked a hand over Hazel's lovemound. "An' to keep her mouth 
shut--"

"Let her stay... " Hazel knowingly giggled, tightening her fist about Eddie's cock, widening 
her thighs all the more. "She might wanna have some fun with us."

Then I remember how Hazel looked up at me, all her sleeping beauty routines suddenly 
such a mockery. "Sarah likes to use her mouth... don't you, Sarah?" She seemed to be directing
Eddie's cock toward me. "C'mon, Sarah, let's have some real fun, put Eddie's cock in your 
mouth, and then you can fool with my pussy!"

My eyes were glued to the pussy and cock, positioned side by side on the couch. I had to 
choke back a gasp, watching her thighs spread out all the more, her hands fisting tight and 
low on the living, breathing prod of cock. She had that certain gleam in her eye, and I moved 
slowly up to them, seemingly hypnotized by the thick cockhead, running the movie through 
my mind how that lucky shaft of meat would get right inside Hazel, scorching in and out of 
her tight cunt. Down I went, right on my knees, Hazel nodding her head continually, Eddie 
totally dumbfounded, his hand planted solidly on her beautiful, honey-haired snatch.

"Go back an' forth... " Hazel placed her free hand on the top of my head. "C'mon, we can 
all have so much fun together," her words had a wild effect on me, urging me on to work my 
mouth any damned way she wanted it.

I took Eddie's hand away from her lovemound, instantly replacing it with mine, my fingers 
even more, instantly gliding up and down the length of her throbbing pussy. Eddie went wild, 
unable to control the deep moans coming from down deep in his throat, and he jammed the 
side of his thigh up close to Hazel, tilting up into the action as my hand automatically replaced
hers on his shaft of hard meat. I tightened at the double ecstasy, enjoying even more the feel 
of my knees on the hard floor. I widened my stance, my knees hurting more and more, a sliver
getting into the hard flesh there. I worked my two hands together, the fingers of one 
deliciously gliding up and down the length of my sister's pussy, the other hand tightly fisted 
to fully stroke her young lover's cock.

Fingers gliding, jabbing in and out of the moist slit...

Hand tightening, harder and harder, stroking swollen prick.

I widened my thighs, feeling the pain scorching right up through to my cunt, my panties 
suddenly seeming glued to me, my fully clothed body perverse and exciting in contrast to 
their total nudity spread out before me. My hands were so busy--both of them servicing my 
sister's cunt, her young lover's hard cock--I had no way of quieting the thudding and 
thumping of my cunt on fire down there, about to erupt into thick hot cream.

"Use your mouth... " Hazel whispered hoarsely, working her way fully into Eddie's arms. 
"Both of us... Eddie first--" her words became insistent like an order to be obeyed. "Sarah... " I 
jabbed my fingers deeper and deeper into the cunt I knew even more intimately than my own,
that I had searched and explored and satisfied so many times. I brought my mouth down 
closer and closer to Eddie's cock, the thick cockhead looming large, living and breathing and 
seemingly demanding to be sucked. I trembled, not certain at first if I could use my mouth on 
a cock as excitedly as I had always done on my sister's cunt.

Cock... cock... cock... my frustrated inner self murmured, tightly fisting and stroking what he
had--what I envied so. Cock... cock... beautiful lucky cock about to explore the inside of my 
darling kid sister, getting right up into her cunt, going deeper and deeper, making her squeal 
with delight as my tongue could never totally do.

I brought my mouth down on the tip of it, kissing it fully, in essence saluting what my 
darling Hazel would soon be getting. I strained all the harder, flicking kisses all about the thick
cockhead, telling myself in a wildly perverse nature that I could experience fucking Hazel with 
a cock through her young male lover. Crazy, I know, but the mind plays strange tricks on us, 
and I went wild over Eddie's cock, slobbering my tongue up and down as I flicked kisses up 
and down the length of it--all to the tune of those wild grunts and groans coming from Eddie.

I felt a certain nudge from Hazel, and she didn't have to use words, it told me that I should
pay homage to her pussy, too, to get my tongue right up there. I trailed my mouth away from 
Eddie's throbbing shaft, edging it between them, getting a wild sensation at the precise 
moment my tongue departed from his male flesh and crossed over to her delicate female 
anatomy, moving smoothly over to her honey-haired lovemound. I sucked first on the velvety 
curls of hair, getting a wild kick out of having a few hairs come loose and remain inside my 
mouth. I used my hand to widen her delicate pussy-lips, getting my face down flush, instantly 
flicking kisses about the pulsating love-slit. And then my tongue--getting that low click to rise 
out of her throat, giving me a measure of satisfaction that I had pleased my darling sister.

I fisted my other hand all the harder on the throbbing cock that would thrill to the inside 
of my sister, stroking it fully, appreciating it fully as my substitute. I sensed that I could 
vicariously dig every cockthrust Eddie jammed up into Hazel's cunt. I had to get the big cock 
ready, moist and totally lubricated, and so I eased my tongue out of Hazel's tight twat and 
trailed it across to his flesh. I opened my mouth wide and lunged right down hard on the thick
cockhead.

"Oh, do it--" was all Eddie could groan and a quick upward glance told me that they had 
brought their mouths together, their tongues obviously slithering wildly together. They 
worked their mouths so fully together, reacting to my fingers gliding up and down the length 
of her moist and ready cunt, my mouth going down the limit on his thick and very swollen 
cock.

All the way down... I thought of my mouth as a cunt fucking his cock, anticipating the 
reverse when I would be watching his cock fucking her pussy. All the way down, I slammed my
mouth the final fraction, the thick cockhead, lodged tightly at the start of my throat, making it 
rough and raw. But I heard those pleased moans of ecstasy coming from Hazel, her mouth still
locked with Eddie's, and I suctioned harder on the cock that would soon be all hers.

Their animal cries mingled, making a wild and perverse melody for me to suck her young 
lover's cock, lubricating it thoroughly, my fingers getting the love-trail ready. I sucked harder, 
going wild over the fantastic taste of cock, knowing that I would love anything that would be 
inside my precious, darling Hazel.

I did my cocksucking thing too good, and the grunts and groans from Eddie spelled out 
his urgency.

"Up--up--" he moaned, placing his hands on my head and urging me to move my mouth 
up off his swollen prick. Hazel really went wild, positioning herself flat on her back on the 
couch, widening her thighs instantly, her toes pointed up to the ceiling. Everything swirled 
wildly about me, and I seemed to be losing control as Eddie so automatically moved into 
position between the wide spread of her thighs, her pussy seemingly screaming to get his 
cock.

Cock to cunt--I witnessed the rapid link-up, the thick cockhead aimed directly into the 
start of her anxious cunt. I thought I'd erupt my own hot juices right through my panties, as I 
watched Hazel use both of her hands to widen her snatch the limit, making a superhighway 
for Eddie's thick cock.

Her scream was so loud and piercing, the very moment the full length of his cock was 
buried deep inside her cunt. She smiled faintly at me, her hands at his back motioning for me 
to move up close to her. He started his cock into a series of wild lunges and her cries were all 
the more shrill and piercing.

Her mouth beckoned me, I could sense it, and I moved right in, crashing my open mouth 
down on hers. I could feel her teeth biting at my tongue, harder and harder. I did not back 
away, running my hands up into her hair, letting her teeth sink into my tongue, all the while so
painfully aware of Eddie's cock thumping loudly in and out of her noisy cunt.

Fucking her... that was what I wanted to be doing, exactly what Eddie was doing to her, 
cock thrusting her with everything he could muster, slamming a lot of hot cock into her cunt, 
his low-slung balls slapping down into the inner reaches of her thighs.

I pressed my open mouth up into hers, letting her teeth dig into me, hurting me, more and
more, enjoying every bit of the agony.

"Kiss me back there--" she agonized, finally edging her mouth up away from mine. "Make 
me feel real good--" she offered me a faint smile, her hands directing me to move to the rear 
of the couch, where his ass was bouncing up and down rapidly over her spread out thighs.

I moved back there, the picture of his buttocks spread out wide, her thighs opened to the 
point of revealing the crack of her ass, still vivid on my brain. And what I'll never forget was 
the exciting close-up of his enormously long and thick cock drilling in and out of her cunt, 
beads of sweat flying in all directions as the pace maddened, wilder and wilder. I heard a 
certain moan down deep in Hazel's throat, and her hands pounding at Eddie's back seemed to
be tapping out a message for me back there.

I jammed my head right down in there, starting at the wide spread of her delicate, sweaty 
thighs. I moved my mouth into the inner reaches of her thighs, flicking my tongue up into the 
start of her asshole. She gyrated wildly upward, throwing a lot of cunt up to his pistoning 
cock. My blurry vision fixed up on the cock servicing her cunt, I jabbed my tongue up all the 
harder into her asshole, not giving a damn about my awkward and uncomfortable position. It 
was all for Hazel's satisfaction... whatever my darling sister wanted... and I tongued up into her
asshole all the harder, moving my mouth into position to be able to suck... p at the outer edge
of her twat, getting a quick taste of cock everytime he pistoned it upward, hesitating slightly 
for the downward jam.

Asshole, pussy-edge... faint taste of cock... I really went wild, working my flicking tongue 
anywhere and everywhere an opening presented itself, getting all those wild tastes, putting 
them all together, using my nose to appreciate them all.

Hazel's hand was reaching for my face, a little groan coming from her lips, and I saw that 
our eyes both stopped up on the wide spread of Eddie's buttocks, the crack of his ass 
dominant as he thrusted cock into her. Her groans grew louder, and I sensed her order--an 
order I had to obey to please my sister.

I worked my slobbering tongue upward, away from the inner reaches of her thighs and the
pistoning of hard cock in and out of cunt, all the way up to where his ass was riding wildly up 
and down on all the cockthrusting action. I got directly behind them and swooped my tongue 
right down, gliding it up and down the length of his asshole, my head bobbing downward 
each time he thrusted hot cock into her cunt. I went wild at the great taste of him up there, 
especially the feel of his hairs starting up there on the teenaged youthfully manly asshole.

I jammed my tongue deeper and deeper into his asshole, listening to their combined low 
guttural sounds, telling myself that I was sucking out her pussy, since his cock was so damned 
busy inside it in reality.

"Eddie! Eddie!" Hazel screamed, digging and clawing her nails into his back. "Eddie!" she 
screamed, shuddering and buckling, erupting her thick cream.

"Now--now!" Eddie roared, joining her in the orgasm, my tongue still digging into the 
crack of his ass.

"Oh, Eddie!" she repeated his name, making me feel so damned left out. I lowered my 
head, my eyes going to thick cock buried inside her cunt, heaving and throbbing into a spent 
stillness. The sight of her pussy with all that spent cock inside it, their juices obviously flowing 
together, made me shudder. I jammed my hand roughly up underneath my skirt, solidly on 
the crotch of my panties, and I spurted out my hot juices, making my panties all sticky with 
the thick stuff.

So that was how the three-way sex started. Just a happening that first time, when I got 
carried away and gave away my hiding place. I was foolish enough to believe that it wouldn't 
ever happen again, that I would return to pleasing my sleeping beauty night after night. 
Believe me, that was the turning point in our relationship. After the three-way fucking and 
sucking spree with Eddie, Hazel didn't play the sleeping beauty very often, continually pulling 
away from my embraces in bed.

Hazel finally brought Eddie right into the house, when she was damned sure that the old 
lady was on a three-day drunken binge, and staying at her boyfriend's pad. Right into the bed 
I always shared with her.

"We can have a ball together," Hazel came right to the point. "A real ball--"

"Just as long as I get my cock sucked by Sarah," Eddie was even more blunt. Yeah, I had to 
continually go down on his cock, with Hazel brazenly holding my head down, shoving me up 
and down on his throbbing prick, encouraging me on with the lewdest of words and shouts.

Hazel ran the sexual sprees, leading Eddie around as she damned pleased, using me as a 
slave to the two of them. She had a wild imagination and the parties really got terrific. She 
rarely had to use specific words, she had a way of leading us exactly where she wanted.

I really dug fucking her cunt with my tongue, while Eddie's swollen prick was jammed up 
her asshole. I can distinctly remember the very first time we swung it out that way. I had been 
running my tongue all over the two of them, straying back and forth, licking cock and licking 
pussy, trailing over their thighs as I did.

"Let's try something new--" Hazel suddenly shrilled, getting on her side and urging Eddie 
to position his hard cock at the crack of her ass. "Get it good and moist up there for me, 
Sarah," she worked her charm on me. Tongue it hard up my ass--so Eddie's cock won't hurt 
me."

I spread the cheeks of her ass out wide, flicking out my tongue and running it moist up 
and down the crack of her ass, digging and probing right up her shit trail, using all the spit I 
could muster to lubricate her the natural way.

I could feel Eddie's cock at one side, anxious to get up into her asshole, and I fisted my 
hand tightly about it, my tongue digging deeper and deeper in frustration of not having a 
cock.

A hard cock... I wanted a hard cock between my legs more than anything else in the 
world--then I could shove it to precious Hazel and take Eddie's place.

I felt Hazel's hand on the side of my head, tapping out the message that my tongue had 
lubricated her asshole enough and that she longed to get the real thing up there--what I 
didn't have--Eddie's swollen prick. I had to edge my mouth to one side, getting a close-up 
view of Eddie's smug masculine air as he positioned his cock, dripping wet from my 
cocksucking moistness, up at the start of her asshole.

"Up here--" she tightened, directing me to get my face up flush to her cunt. Up on her 
side, she worked one hand back to Eddie, the other up to urge my mouth over her 
lovemound, letting out a squeal of delight the moment my tongue found the loveslit. "Oh, 
give it to me... " she writhed, gyrating on her side, jamming her pussy up to my anxious 
tongue. "Give it to me--" she moaned and Eddie jammed his cock right up solidly into her 
asshole, thrusting her right up into my face, my tongue buried deep in her cunt.

I ran my hands up and down her sleek sides, meeting Eddie's in the process. I hooked 
them solidly onto the high rise of her milky breasts and hung on tight, not letting him take the
prizes away from me. I worked harder on her cunt, shoving my tongue all the way in, each 
time his cock banged her asshole up into me.

I mauled and massaged her lush mounds, adoring my prizes, feeling a little ahead of Eddie
as I captured and worked her cunt and breasts the best I could without a cock.

Eddie slammed hard cock up into her ass, harder and harder, making her writhe and 
gyrate wildly, until she tightened her hands into my hair and pulled hard, screaming and 
yelling as she did.

I could feel the sharp pains at each and every root, my head burning up. And still she 
yanked and pulled harder, seemingly wanting me to screech and yell along with her. I jammed
my tongue harder and harder up her love-trail, my hands growing even more tender on her 
lush mounds, accepting the scorching pain of her hands yanking at my long strands of blonde
hair.

"Oh, give it to me!" she yelled at Eddie, getting him to bang rougher cock up into her 
asshole, seemingly splitting her apart. And she yanked and pulled harder and harder on my 
hair, the more sadistically Eddie fucked her asshole.

"Now--now... " she finally shuddered, spurting a volcanic stream of hot cream into my 
mouth. She worked both hands like a vise on my head, forcing me to swallow every last drop, 
Eddie shuddering and buckling at her rear, flooding her asshole with the hot stuff.

"Oh, wow... " Eddie gasped, pulling his spent cock out of her asshole, struggling to catch 
his breath.

I was about to explode, for even though Hazel no longer pulled and yanked at my hair, the
scorching pain lingered there. I had to jam fingers of both hands up into my cunt, my thighs 
wide open, my legs aimed toward the ceiling. I had to finger-fuck myself to a fast and wild 
completion before I thought I'd go out of my mind.

"No, don't... " Hazel hooked her hand about my wrists, urging me to pull my fingers out of 
my throbbing cunt. "You don't have to do that yourself--" She looked over at Eddie, openly 
giggling.

"I'm beat-"

"Let me do it this way, Hazel, please--"

"Eddie can have it hard enough to shove in your pussy in no time," she giggled. "If you just
help it a little--"

"No, Hazel," I started to plead, but Hazel's hands seemed suddenly so strong and insistent 
at the back of my head, urging me right down on Eddie's spent cock, fresh out of her asshole. 
"Get it hard for him," she screeched, a new tone in her voice, one that suddenly worried me.

I did it, working my mouth down on his spent cock dripping wet with his hot cream and 
the moistness from the crack of her ass. I lunged down totally on it, sensing a powerhouse of 
strength in Hazel's hands--a strength hard to comprehend in someone seemingly so delicate.

"Get it hard--" she hissed, leaning right over for a close-up of my mouth pistoning up and 
down on Eddie's rapidly re-hardening cock. "Hard enough for fucking!"

"Give it to her!" Hazel screeched, pushing my mouth up off the re-hardened cock. "Fuck 
her cunt," she hissed, her hands growing in strength as she positioned me flat on the bed, 
instantly spreading my thighs wide apart. I looked up, panic buttons sounding loud and clear 
as Eddie straddled me, his thick cockhead positioned at the start of my pussy. I didn't want it 
that way, I told myself, a perverse thought always taking hold of me that I didn't want to 
experience in my cunt what I had been denied. I wanted a cock where my pussy was--not 
inside it, getting fucked by it.

I clenched my fists tightly, feeling a cock being driven into the very core of my vagina for 
the very first time in my life. I looked up into Hazel's face, suddenly frightened by her glazed 
expression of sadistic pleasure as I groaned in pain. I had to widen my thighs, trying to let all 
of the thick cock thrust in and out of me.

"Take it--take it--" Hazel quickly positioned herself where the action was, taking her hands 
and hooking them up underneath my buttocks. "Shove it up to him--" she hissed, as though 
not satisfied with my performance. "Throw your pussy!" she jammed her hands upward, 
working my buttocks upward each time his cock slammed viciously into the core of me.

I took his cock, letting myself go limp to everything but the firm grasp of Hazel's hands 
wrapped about my buttocks, the fingers crawling up into my asshole, the nails digging into 
the flesh there.

"Let's make it--really make it--" she hissed, rolling us over, Eddie's cock remaining within 
me all the while, never missing a cockthrust. "Right up on top--" she tightlipped shoving me 
down on top of Eddie.

"No... " I whimpered, feeling her readjust her hands, locking them into my trim waist, 
humping me up and down, slamming my cunt hard and raw over the upward jut of Eddie's 
iron-like cock.

My cunt was fucking Eddie's cock, harder and harder, Hazel working me like a play-doll, 
jamming me up and down, shoving my aching cunt continually down over his cock. The pain 
rolled away into a numbness, and a perverse sense of pain-pleasure took its place, all pivoted 
around the strength of Hazel's hands gripped about me, shoving and ramming me harder and
harder down on the hard jut of cock. I orgasmed once, hoping that Eddie would shoot his 
stuff, too, softening the hard pole my cunt was being jammed down on. It was his third time 
around, and it seemed as though he might last forever, moaning and groaning his ecstasy, 
having my cunt fucking his straight-up cock. He finally shuddered and buckled, having his first
orgasm to my third. I could feel his cock go limp and I collapsed on him the moment Hazel 
stopped humping me down into him.

I could tell you about so many other wild times with Eddie and Hazel, always inventing, 
forever coming up with new and different three-way variations. Hazel always the leader, Eddie 
the follower--yeah, and I was the slave.

I could also tell you that I should have wised up to Hazel back then, when we were still 
growing up together. But I didn't--mostly, I believe, because I didn't want to. I couldn't bring 
myself to believe that she was a sadistic, selfish bitch. So damned early in life she had 
introduced me to three-way sex, and a new brand of pain that I found myself enjoying. Yeah, 
whenever she rammed my mouth down on her boyfriend's cock, or humped my pussy on his 
throbbing meat, the sadism was there, oozing out of her every pore, and I derived pleasure 
from it.

Hazel could tell a lie with a straight face, usually getting me in trouble with the old lady. 
And more often, I got the strap from my old lady simply because Hazel wouldn't speak up, 
and she knew damned well I would never turn against her.

Black and blue... my back was bruised and welted, ugly black and blue stains for over a 
week, when my old lady got through using the strip on me in one of her drunken rages. And 
all because she had seen Eddie hurrying out the kitchen door, as she had entered the front 
door returning from one of her many drunken jaunts about the neighborhood bars.

"Who was that boy?" she drunkenly swayed.

We both remained silent; fortunately the old lady had not caught us having one of our 
usual three-way sex binges. Only there was a difference in Hazel's well-calculated silence. She 
could perform that certain look of complete innocence, and sure as fuck get away with it.

"Which one of you dragged that boy in this house?!" My mother screeched all the louder, 
turning and glaring directly at me. I can still remember how she glanced only briefly at Hazel's 
picture of innocence before deciding that it was all my fault.

"You slut!" the old lady screeched, the spit flying in my face. "I don't want no daughter of 
mine making a whorehouse out of our home!" she yelled, reaching for the leather strap. "An' 
right in front of your baby sister!"

I only glanced once over at Hazel, but she avoided me, edging continually away from the 
loud sound of the old lady snapping the thick leather strap. I closed my eyes and clenched my
fist tightly. Now I remember distinctly that I did not try to cover up or resist the old lady.

I fixed myself, almost statue-like, welcoming the first barrage of heavy leather slashing all 
over my body.

"You tramp!" My old lady's free hand savagely hooked into the back of the collar of my 
blouse, yanking hard and ripping it apart. "You filthy tramp--don't you ever bring another boy 
in this house while I'm out!"

I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to know if Hazel was still there. I welcomed each and 
every cutting slash across my bare back, equating it to the fierceness of Hazel's hands in 
forcing me into so many wild and perverse sexual encounters between Eddie and her.

I wanted to feel the strap all over my body--I wanted it to pour down on me, hard and 
heavy. I didn't even cringe, taking slash after slash, telling myself that I did not want them to 
end until Hazel would cry out begging my old lady to stop it--as I had done for her whenever 
she had been punished for other things.

I could hear the old lady's breathing coming hard and heavy, deeply troubled, the strap 
falling with less and less impact.

"That'll teach you... " she finally whispered in a hoarse tone, bringing the beating to an 
ending. I waited, standing my ground, eyes still closed, but not a sound out of my sister.

"Go to your room!" my old lady screeched. "An' you're not to leave the house at night for 
the rest of the week! An' God help you if you ever bring that boy back in this house when I'm 
out!"

I had to open my eyes... straining through the blur of my brain, so weak I thought I would 
topple over. I looked about the kitchen, straining hard, peering into the living room as I 
stepped forward on damned uneasy footing.

Hazel was nowhere in sight.

"I'm sorry--" Hazel gave a grand performance when I had finally made it up to our 
bedroom. "I was so frightened by her... " she seemed ready for tears. "I just ran--when she 
started that dreadful strap all over your back... I had to run!"

Yeah, so I let her con me, I just took her in my arms and soothed her. Shit, I was black and 
blue, and there I was soothing her phony feelings. But I couldn't force myself to see it like it 
really was back then.

Troilism... the sado-masochistic scene... both so solidly implanted on my way of life directly
because of my perverse fascination for my kid sister. And so then came my introduction to 
another first. Yeah, the first time I ever sold my body. The first of so many times after that, 
whenever I had to scramble out for the money she needed.

Along about that time, while I was swinging with Eddie and Hazel, I was too damned 
stupid to realized that she was playing on the side with a few other boys. Eddie didn't catch 
on either, at first, while she was really having a ball. She always wanted to be so popular at 
school, and she somehow managed to get just about the handsomest kid on the football 
team to ask her to the school prom.

Hazel wanted a new gown--all we had was an old hand-me-down from one of the old 
lady's fat sisters. Shit, by the time it was tailored down to fit Hazel's lithe form--it looked pretty
damned bad.

"I need another twenty dollars to buy something decent," Hazel continually lamented to 
me, after I had given her my life's savings of five dollars and change. "I've just got to have a 
decent new gown to go to the prom with Jock! Oh, Sarah!" she performed, "I'll just die if don't
have a new gown.

So once again she snuggled up into my arms, crying out her problems, getting me to 
pledge to do anything and everything to help her.

"Would you really do anything to help me get a new gown?" she pursed her lips, brushing 
the side of her face against my breasts.

"Anything, Hazel, anything--" I held her close to me, really hoping that the day would 
come when she would be through with boys and I could have her all to myself.

"Oh, my darling sister!" she suddenly flicked wet kisses all over my face. "There is a way to 
get the money--and you'd have the nerve... " She gave one of her finest performances, 
bowing her head slightly, pouting. "But I'd never have the nerve to do it... " Then she 
tightened, and shook her head vehemently. "Oh, no--no--I could never ask you to do that for 
me--" Yeah, and all a part of her award-winning performance, when I insisted on knowing how
I could get her the money, she kept insisting that she shouldn't even have thought of such a 
horrible thing. Of course, she finally allowed me to force it out of her, since I had pledged that 
there wasn't a thing in the world I wouldn't do for her happiness.

"Well, Sarah... you know what all the kids say about Ralph down at the candy store... " 
Yeah, I knew only too well what the kids said about the proprietor of the narrow candy and 
news store down on the comer. And to back it up, it was a known fact that the stooped-over 
gray-haired man was on probation for "impairing the morals of a minor." I also knew 
first-hand that Ralph was forever hinting that I could have whatever I wanted in the store, if I 
wouldn't mind sneaking into his living quarters in the rear of the store once in a while.

"Ralph likes you," Hazel was actually trying to con me. "It would be so simple for you to tell
him that you need twenty dollars for something special... " She let it hang there, as though 
testing me, wanting to know if I really thought she was that special.

"But he'd want to--"

"It wouldn't take long," she nonchalantly shrugged. "You could just let him do it to you 
real quick--and he'd give you the twenty dollars, I just know he will!"

"I hate the sight of him--" I shuddered, thinking of how the old widower's eyes would 
pierce right through me. And even with my back to him, bending over to pick up a newspaper,
I could sense his beady eyes crawling up my thighs, trying to look underneath my dress.

"I'm sorry I asked," Hazel dropped her head, brushing it more firmly against the high rise 
of my throbbing breasts. "I'd just be too frightened to do it myself... and I guess I couldn't 
really expect you to do it... though he's forever saying how pretty he thinks you are... " She 
hesitated, finally pulling the side of her face away from the warmth of my breasts. "Just forget 
it--I'll have to go to the prom in that old hunk of rags--"

"No, Hazel--" I quickly drew her back close to me, dreading the thought of ever losing her.
"I'll do it for you-"

"Oh, precious Sarah!" she hugged and kissed me, flicking her tongue out so close to my 
lips. "You'll be able to manage it--I just know you will!"

Yeah, I managed it, all right, that very same night.

I went to Ralph's candy store late at night, minutes before I knew he'd be closing up. I sat 
on the last stool, closest to the curtain leading to his living quarters in the rear, and ordered a 
coke. I took my time, sipping it slowly, hating the feel of his cruddy eyes crawling all over my 
anatomy.

"How's Hazel?" Ralph beamed, peering over the counter, one hand rubbing his crotch. 
"How come she's not with you?"

It was obvious that he preferred Hazel over me, but since we looked so much alike, I'd 
serve as a substitute. I forced myself into small talk, letting him treat me to a refill on the coke.
Then I let him go into his usual spiel about how lonely it was for him since his wife had passed
away. Only this time I actually listened to him, waiting for my opening to ask for twenty 
dollars.

"I'm gonna be closing now," he came around from his side of the counter, his eyes going 
on a straight line to the hemline of my extra-short mini. "It's been a long time," I heard a click 
down deep in his throat, his hands going close to his crotch, nervously rubbing his thighs. 
"Just watch a little T.V. all alone... " he whined, nervously looking out the plate glass window 
up front, checking for passersby. "You and your sister are so very pretty--" he bit at his lower 
lip, his crotch obviously starting to bulge as he glanced down at my exposed thighs.

"Oh, Ralph--" I tried to play it coy--even though I knew I couldn't pull that bit off one-third
as good as Hazel could. "You're an old flatterer!" I almost choked on my line, widening my 
thighs as I wheeled toward him on the stool. Believe me, then I really gave the old guy 
something to get excited about, since I was damned certain he could see the crotch of my 
powder-blue panties. "I'll just finish my coke," I lingered, feeling his eyes scorching right up 
through my sheer panties. "But I could hurry if you have to close now--"

"Take your time!" he almost lurched forward, for a brief moment rubbing his bulging 
crotch, as though he wanted it to stop aching and throbbing. "I'm really all by myself so much 
of the time, once I close the store--" I couldn't go any further with the phony crap that never 
was my bag. I came right out with it, telling Ralph that I desperately needed twenty 
dollars--and he could take me in the back room and have a good time with me.

"I--I don't understand... " he visibly trembled, as though he wasn't certain he had heard 
correctly.

"I've got to have twenty dollars desperately!" I repeated, getting damned annoyed and 
wanting to get it over with, one way or the other. "Let me have twenty dollars and I'll let you 
fuck me!" I actually roared. "Oh, please, Ralph... "

"Okay... okay... " You never saw such a nervous old guy double-checking the inside lock of 
his store, pulling down the blinds, and sneaking the curtains at the rear open for me to duck 
into the back.

"Your sister drives me crazy!" he shoved his hand right up underneath my dress, fingers 
rough on the crotch of my panties. "She's so beautiful and exquisite!" He roughly kissed me all
over my face, his breath heavy with stale cigar smoke. "I'd give her anything if she'd let me 
play around with her--anything!"

"Just do it to me--" I angrily shook free of him, hurriedly undoing the top button at the 
side of my skirt and unzipping it. I wiggled out of my skirt and half-slip lightning-like--I turned
slightly, not wanting to watch him pull and tug anxiously to remove his trousers and 
underwear. He almost stumbled, stopping short to remove his shoes.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties, hurriedly tugging my panties down, 
anxious to get it over with. I turned to ask him to turn the lights off, but stopped short, 
amazed at the enormous length of his thick cock. It seemed so incongruous to see such a 
thick, throbbing cock hanging from those spindly, varicose-veined thighs.

"Could you get me your sister like this--" He jerked his meat off, urging me toward his 
unmade and filthy-looking bed.

"No!" I roared at him. "She wouldn't do this-"

"I'll pay her anything."

"No, she won't," I had to stifle my anger. "Now do you want to do it to me for the twenty 
bucks or not--"

"Okay--okay... " He worked me down on the bed, getting my mouth up flush to my snatch,
angling to get his hard cock up close to my mouth.

"I don't use my mouth," I lied. "You can just fuck me, Ralph--" He was an instant sea of 
moans and groans, sliding right down on his knees at the edge of his bed. I tightened, feeling 
a fantastically fast tongue glide right up and down the length of my pussy, the tip of it like a 
steel-blade, jabbing and digging right into my love-trail, making me writhe in anticipation. 
And all the while I could hear him loudly pounding his meat, harder and harder.

Trembling, his tongue finally darted upward on my stomach, his entire body hunched over 
and hovering into position between my thighs. His knees jammed sideways, widening me all 
the more, his thick cockhead throbbing at the start of my pussy. I closed my eyes, trying to 
think of making love to Hazel, trying desperately to not think of old Ralph actually fucking me.

I could feel the thick cockhead throbbing incessantly at the start of my pussy, and I wanted
to scream out for him to shove it into me, to work his thick prod hurriedly in and out of me 
and get it over with .He tightened his trembling hands down about my buttocks, the fingers 
edging into the crack of my ass.

"Tell me how your little sister looks with no clothes on," he shrilled into my ear. "You 
must've seen her--"

"Please, just fuck me--"

"Sometimes I've been able to look up her dress, and I've seen her panties," he breathed all 
the harder, the thick cockhead still aimed at the start of my pussy.

"Don't talk about her," I pleaded, almost wanting to shove my pussy up, gyrating wildly 
enough to get him to start the fucking, to cream his load and get it over with.

"I'll give you an extra five dollars any time you can steal me a pair of her panties," he 
breathed heavily, his chest solidly on my milky breasts. "I'd love to have a pair of her panties 
to just touch and hold--can you get me a pair?" His voice was so damned sickening. "I'll give 
you money--"

"Those are her panties!" I lied, pointing down to the floor on the side of the bed. "That's 
why they were so tight on me!" I fabricated further on the lie, just wanting him to start 
thrusting his cock into my cunt, and get it over with. "You can have 'em!"

"Are they really?" He swooped a hand down, picking them up and bringing the filmy 
garment close to his lips. "Are they hers?"

"Yes--yes!" I grew impatient. "I didn't have a clean pair, so I borrowed hers."

"Your little sister's panties--" he almost screeched, and then I had to close my eyes, not 
wanting to watch him kiss the filmy material all over, finally putting most of it in his mouth, 
letting the saliva drip all over.

I heard a loud choking gasp, and suddenly he lunged his thick cock deep into the core of 
me, making me tighten at the instant flash of pain. He thrusted me hard, gasping for breath all
the while, the panties he thought belonged to my sister filling his mouth. I could almost have 
counted the fast cockthrusts, until he shuddered and buckled, flooding my pussy with hot 
cream.

So that was the first time I sold my body, and I turned it all over to my extremely delighted
sister. Not just the twenty--but the extra five for the lie I had told about the panties belonging
to Hazel. The irony of it all was that even in the process of my first fucking for money, the 
customer had really wanted Hazel, and I had served as the available substitute.

Hazel had not been there in body, behind the drapes at the rear of the candy store, but 
with old Ralph's fantasy churning wildly, I had actually gone through the perverse feeling that 
she was there. Three of us... even in spirit when not actually in body.

That once--and only once--I had given old Ralph his money's worth. Value for value 
received--even if it did go directly to Hazel for a prom gown. It didn't dawn on me until much 
later, but my precious kid sister had conned old Ralph out of free candy, ice cream and sodas 
by forever teasing him, spreading her thighs out to give him a hard-on while he sneaked 
glances up at her panties. That, and supposedly innocent rubbing UD against him. But when 
she needed a chunk of money, and he would have wanted something solid for it in 
return--she sent me to please the dirty old man.

A lifetime... that's how long ago it all seems that I went through all those perverse growing
up stages with my kid sister, the pivotal point in my life. But it wasn't really so long ago... I was
only nineteen, and she was months away from turning eighteen, when we finally left home, 
telling the drunken old lady to go fuck herself.

Five years back... I had seen all the signs on the wall, I should have known enough to go 
my separate way.

"We'll always stay together!" Hazel hugged me, our two pieces of old luggage at our feet 
on the side of the road. "No matter what--always together, Sarah--promise me!" And I would 
be the one to put my thumb out, to sit in the middle up front, serving as a buffer between 
Hazel and dirty old men with crawling hands. But when it turned out to be a young and 
handsome stud, precious Hazel would work her way into the middle, edging continually closer
to the guy.

Always together... the two of us making it with the lover of her choice, for one day, a week,
or a month. "Suck his cock, Sarah, get him hard again, I want to get fucked!"

Always the unspoken... the reminder that I could do just about anything and everything to 
please her--except throw her a real, living, breathing hard cock. Yeah, I had bought a dildo, 
the lifelike variety you strap on, but Hazel laughed at it, rolling on the bed as she couldn't 
control her giggling at the sight of my penis-substitute.

"Let's go get the real thing!" she would continually mock me. "There's plenty of 'em 
around."

I tried making it on my own, more than once. But I'd forever return to Hazel. I even tried 
moving in with an older woman, a rough and ready lesbian, but Hazel came looking for me, 
crying that she didn't want me to end up that way.

I would have been better off, I realize that now. I'm in a three-way bind again with her that
I'm sure will be my downfall. This time, it's not just a quick boyfriend intrigued with three-way 
sex for a few weeks or even months. Oh, Hazel really went and done it this time--she actually 
got married.

So it's precious kid sister Hazel and me--and Ned makes three. Ned is big, black and 
beautiful--and hung like a stud horse. Oh, we had swung three ways with black lovers before, 
but I always thought it was just a kick, I never thought she'd marry a black stud.

That first time with Ned... Hazel had been gone from the pad we shared for a few 
days--which she did quite frequently--and had brought Ned back with her. She had been 
obviously drinking quite a bit, and she came in bragging about her new lover: "Black and 
beautiful, and hung like a horse!" were her exact words. "So let's have a ball--the three of us."

I had to watch Hazel getting his swollen prick jammed up her cunt, I had to watch every 
movement as Hazel clung to me and held my face up close to the cock pistoning in and out of
her sweaty love slit.

I watched in total fascination, my mouth went right down there to get in on it the best I 
could, sucking around the inner reaches of her thighs, kissing at the outer edges of her pussy. 
And lightning-like, I'd get my lips to touch the black studmeat on its upward movement, 
losing it to Hazel on the downward plunge.

Sarah, darling," Hazel finally caught her breath. "Give Ned a big kiss!" she urged my mouth
back up to his. I did, feeling his tongue crowding my mouth. "We got married last night! So, I 
hope you really like your new brother-in-law!"

That's exactly how it all started, the three of us living--or should I say existing together. 
What I didn't find out until a few weeks later was that Ned was a pimp, only his last working 
white girl had run out on him. "Hazel could never cut it out on the street," he informed me. 
"So, Sarah-baby, it's you!"

Yeah, so I'm out on the street hustling to support his dope habit and Hazel's drinking 
problem. I want out--desperately. I've got to cut out of that three-way hassle--out of all 
three-way scenes.

CASE HISTORY - SHEILA AND HELEN

My sister Helen--my cousin Marty--we first started making together that very beautiful 
summer. In everyone's life there is that very special summer when you first really come alive. It
was the summer that I had turned eighteen, waiting to go off to college that fall. Marty and 
Helen were both seventeen and my age and they made me the leader of the pack. Marty's 
parents had gone off to Europe, leaving him at our summer home on the beach.

"Marty's real handsome!" Helen had shrilled, after we had not seen him in over a year.

"He's also your cousin," I reminded her and myself as well, noticing how tall and muscular 
he was for his age.

"He's still handsome!" my kid sister sighed.

I thought again.

"Cousin or no cousin!" That was exactly how I silently felt, my eyes fixed on the rising bulge
at the crotch of his white denims. It was an instant turn-on, and I had a moist snatch to prove 
it. I moved in ahead of Helen and got the first hug from him, instantly placing my lovemound 
right up against the perfect V of his thighs. I shrilled my delight at seeing him again, 
accentuated by the feel of an outline of semi-hard cock.

I bit at my lower lip, thinking of the many fantastic ways I could get his cock totally hard. 
Helen moved in for her greeting, and I could tell that she did a great job of jamming her pussy
up against his bulging white denims. Then and there, I decided that it might be quite an 
interesting summer on the deserted stretch of sandy beach and all the trails leading up to our 
secluded summer home.

Marty had arrived late in the day, and by the time we drove back to the beach, my mother 
and father sitting up front, Marty sitting between the two of us in the back seat, it was time for
dinner. Crazy--but I can distinctly remember being annoyed that I would have to wait until the
next day to get to see him in a pair of swim trunks. I hoped that he wouldn't wear the baggy 
boxer type--I actually imagined him in a pair of sleek, form-fitting racer-trunks that would 
highlight his masculine bulge down there.

The three of us went for a walk that night, since we were so anxious to show him the 
beach, the many trails and especially the natural caves of stone along the way. I can remember
how I grabbed his hand while walking, as though it was the natural thing to do. Helen, 
following the leader, took his other hand, and we did a terrific job of getting reacquainted. He 
towered beautifully over us, his thick black hair in contrast to our long strands of straight 
blond hair.

That night, necessity brought about a new twist of events, all building up to the three-way 
affair that has endured all these years. My mother gave Marty Helen's room, moving her in 
with me--and for the very first time in our lives we had found ourselves in the same bed.

"It's too hot for pajamas," Helen instantly giggled, undressing and flaunting her 
bra-imprisoned breasts in the mirror. "I think I'll sleep in just my panties!"

"I will, too," I shrugged, unable to take my eyes off my sister's knockers, amazed at how 
much they bad grown over the past year. I had to admit that they were as lush and firm as 
mine, and I had to choke back a little gasp of delight the moment she undid the clasp and let 
the milky flesh bounce forward.

My eyes remained fixed on the perfectly rounded knockers, and I couldn't totally 
comprehend why my mouth watered and my fingers tingled so delightedly. I'd fooled around 
a number of times with one girlfriend, whenever I had stayed over at her house. We had 
rubbed our snatches together, feeling up each other's knockers and soul-kissing, each one 
pretending that the other was a boy. But Helen was my kid sister, and I sensed that I shouldn't
feel that way about her. I caught the smug look on Helen's face from her mirrored image, and 
the way she ran her hands up underneath the mounds, obviously accentuating them for my 
benefit. She had caught me staring at them, and so I turned to get at my undressing.

"My boobs are as big as yours!" she giggled, aiming them in my direction. "Or didn't you 
notice?"

"I noticed." I kept at my undressing, tugging down my shorts and getting instantly at the 
clasp of my bra. I undid it with a certain amount of flourish, jutting my breasts right out at her.
"Maybe we'd better wear pajamas--"

"Why?" she purposely seemed to be posing in my direction, her honey-haired bush 
peeking through the filmy material of panties. She playfully shrugged, widening the V of her 
thighs and I could clearly make out the petite indentation of her love-slit. I couldn't seem to 
pull my eyes away from her, especially how her panties--the bikini-type--were so low-slung 
below her perfectly-shaped navel.

I turned out the light, moving about close to her in only my panties, but that didn't make 
much difference. A full moon and a lot of stars were shining through the open window. I was 
about to draw the shade, but stopped short, wanting to enjoy the sight of my kid sister's 
beautifully lithe form. Yeah, and thoughts of playing around with her, since I was so damned 
hot and bothered at the thoughts of my cousin Marty sexily playing around in my brain.

"Sheila!" Helen giggled, jumping on the bed and stressing the throwing off of any and all 
covers. "Have you had a boy go all the way with you?" I looked at her in amazement, stopping
short as I had one knee on the bed. I caught her eyes scorching right up into the filmy crotch 
of my panties, making my cunt moist and throbbing. "You know--" she knowingly giggled. 
"Getting screwed real good!"

"That's for me to know, and you to guess." I jumped into bed, carefully keeping a slight 
distance from the delicious-looking thigh perched in my direction. I wasn't about to tell her 
about the three boys at school who had fucked me, one of them shoving it to me quite 
regularly on all dates. Once, even on the back porch--standing up, while Mom and Dad were 
waiting for us in the living room.

"I got screwed!" she delighted in telling me, getting up on her side, as though she was 
proud to direct her snatch toward me. "And I'll let you in on a big secret--" She hesitated, 
edging the fingers of both hands playfully inside the waistband of her panties. "It was by one 
of the boys who fucked you!"

I looked at her, totally dumbfounded, unable to believe her story in the first place, and 
definitely not believing that I had actually heard her choice of explicit four-letter words, but it 
was contagious, and my mind rolled around, fucking, sucking, cocks and pussies, my eyes 
going right down to the filmy crotch of her little panties. My curiosity mounted, but I couldn't 
bring myself to ask which boy. "Helen, don't talk like that--"

"Aren't you curious to know which one?" she teased me. "I caught the two of you doing it 
in his car by the old pond."

Dave... my steady young lover during the last semester of school, the one with the 
penchant for a quick fuck anywhere at any time, seemingly enjoying the danger element. I 
knew Helen was telling me the truth about getting Dave's cock in the front seat of his car by 
the old pond. We must have fucked there at least five or six times.

"Dave... " I finally eased up, smiling at her, almost happy to know that I had shared 
something with her. "Very many times?" I was curious to know, suddenly imagining Dave's 
slimjim, long cock pistoning in and out of her honey-haired snatch. "How did it happen?"

"Just once--" she seemed sad to not be able to boast of more times. "I really blackmailed 
him!" she squealed in delight. "I told him that if he didn't screw me, I'd squeal on the two of 
you!"

The conversation suddenly hung there, both of us leaning up on our elbows, listening to 
the steps of Marty going from his room next to ours to the bathroom directly across the hall. 
The shower spray was noisy and we both seemed to be listening intently to it.

"I'd love to soap him up!" Helen shrilled, her fingers digging a little deeper inside her 
panties. "Wow--outa sight!"

"Go to sleepy--" I tightened, burying my head in my pillow, closing my eyes and straining 
to imagine myself soaping up Marty's hard cock and balls. I clutched my pillow all the harder, 
building on my fantasy, convincing myself that I was right there in the shower with him, right 
down on my knees. I gripped harder on the pillowcase, straining the limit to imagine my 
soapy hands stroking a long length of thick cock, throbbing hard and ready to go--longer, 
thicker and more masculinely beautiful than Dave's cock, or the other boys I'd had one-time 
flings with.

My pussy tingled, the moistness swelling it; I twisted and turned, suddenly annoyed that I 
didn't have my bed all to myself. Yeah, alone I almost always fingered my pussy to an orgasm 
before falling asleep. I would recall a certain wild fucking Dave had thrown me, or the sight of 
a new boy I was hot to make it with. With Helen in the same bed, I couldn't very well start 
fingering my cunt like crazy, making the bedsprings jump up and down. I'd wait until she was 
asleep, I told myself, to hurry to the bathroom and jerk myself off to the make-believe of 
getting fucked by cousin Marty.

The shower spray was still loud and clear, and Helen was right alongside me. I couldn't still
my noisy cunt, and yet I dared not sneak my hands down there inside my panties. Even the 
panties were driving me wild, the more I thought of Marty's nude frame being hit by the 
shower spray. I could feel the filmy material caught up the crack of my ass, scorching the inner
reaches of my thighs and cutting into my greedy cunt that refused to stay still.

I slowly worked my hands down to my breasts, at least placing them on the outer edges of
the lush mounds, pressing continually inward, giving me a great feeling up there. I tossed and 
turned, not wanting to start a conversation with Helen, and yet her closeness was adding to 
the fuel in my loins, and I had to edge slightly away from her, frightened at what might 
happen if our thighs brushed too closely.

Sleep... I tried to sell myself a bill of goods that would be the easiest way out of my hot 
and bothered dilemma. Sleep... and I played a delightful little game of counting cocks, all sorts
of cocks--thick ones, long ones, circumcised and uncircumcised pricks. Cocks--pricks--hard 
meat--I counted them instead of the proverbial sheep, thinking about anyone and everyone 
who had ever turned me on.

I stopped briefly to concentrate on the cock I had known most intimately--Dave's thick 
and perfectly-shaped prick. Only I found myself imagining him fucking Helen, bouncing wildly 
above her, thumping thick, hard cock in and out of her delicate young snatch. I imagined 
myself running a finger up and down the crack of his ass, counting the cockthrusts he worked 
into her, double-checking my count by the number of her squeals of delight at each cock-trip 
within her pussy.

Sleep... sleep... such a blurry thing...

I twisted and turned, telling myself that I was having a beautiful dream--one of those 
dreams where the hot cream oozes out of your hot twat all by itself. A beautiful dream--of a 
long, slender cock being brushed up and down the length of my moist pussy, teasing me with 
little inward jabs, continually promising me more and bigger things to come.

I twisted upward, throwing my snatch upward, spreading my thighs wide apart. I felt the 
steel-like object darting deeper into my cunt, driving me to widen my thighs all the more. I 
humped upward to the tune of the pleasurable dream, going wild at the feel of that foreign 
object working wildly into the core of my vagina.

Hands... I could feel the soft, smallish hands gliding up my thighs, past my trim hips and 
the flat of my stomach. I tightened, feeling the hands crawl up the high rise of my breasts, 
capturing the rigid tips, mauling and massaging, loving them fully.

Thighs... I could feel soft thighs pressing against the edges of mine, rubbing firmer and 
firmer, seemingly motivated by the action of that gliding object inside my pussy. And the hot 
breath poured down over my snatch, making me twist and turn and appreciate my dream all 
the more.

I heard a groaning sound of delight, suppressed, but still audible--I opened my eyes 
slightly, still telling myself that it had to be a beautiful dream.

Helen was my beautiful dream--up on her knees in the widened V of my thighs, her 
tongue gliding so fantastically in and out of my moist and eager pussy. I could sense my 
panties bunched up down around my ankles, and I wondered how she had managed that feat.

Pretend you're asleep... I told myself, wanting to enjoy the beautiful dream my kid sister 
was giving me. But I closed my eyes one moment too late, instantly after I had glared directly 
up into the widened love-slit at the highlight of her honey-haired bush. I had to bite on my 
lower lip and gasp back my delight, the beautiful impression planted solidly on the blackboard
of my swirling brain.

"Sheila?" Helen whispered, her tongue up only a fraction of an inch from my cunt, her 
breath scorching right into the pit of me. "Sheila--are you awake?"

"Oh, yes--yes!" I couldn't control myself, swooping downward as she moved her head 
upward. My open mouth clamped instantly to t hers, my tongue slobbering and twisting j 
hers--just as Dave had done to me so many times.

The sexual aggressor... I really dug it, I working my hands around her back, lowering them 
to conquer her trim buttocks. I jammed my tongue further into her mouth, getting the I 
fingers of my hands right up into the crack of her ass. She gyrated wildly to the feel of my 
fingers running wild up that crack, and her mouth suctioned even harder, making me feel her 
teeth sinking into my tongue. Her hands really went at it then, showing me how to do 
it--hooking one up into my lovemound, the other at the crack of my ass. I had to join her wild 
gyrations, feeling so fuckin' many fingers working up my cunt and the crack of my ass at the 
same time. My kid sister had actually taught me how to get the ultimate out of fingers, and I 
put the lesson to work--getting fingers of one hand up her cunt, leaving the fingers of the 
other hand solidly up her asshole.

"I couldn't help myself," Helen finally gasped, our mouths parting, still remaining close. "I 
got so fuckin' hot thinkin' about Marty in the shower!" she honestly shrilled, I jabbing the 
fingers of both hands further and further up both my love holes. "I'll bet he's got a real big 
cock!" she exclaimed, really setting me in motion.

The move was so easily done, as though it just had to be that way. My kid sister flipped 
herself about, while I lowered myself at the best angle, both of us on our sides. And my mouth
was on an even line with her honey-haired pussy--her breath coming hot and heavy on my 
anxious twat.

Crazy... but you couldn't really tell who started first, maybe a second or two apart, we were
at the wildest sixty-nine action ever, sucking up hard and suctioning on cunt as though we 
had done it a thousand times before.

I really dug the feel of her soft hands on my buttocks. I responded, working my hands fully
on her buttocks, seemingly keeping time with my tongue up her cunt, to her tongue-action 
on my hairy slit. Writhing to the perverse action, my fingers continually crawled to the crack of
her ass, something inside me wanting to explore every last bit of her back there.

That certain low groan--I heard it and responded, telling her that I was just as close to 
erupting my hot juices. Close--close--and then right there, spurting hot cream into her mouth,
suctioning hard and swallowing all of her delicious stuff.

"We shouldn't have done that," I muttered, drawing back from her, knowing damned well 
that I had loved every minute of it.

"We wouldn't have to," Helen giggled, "if we had Marty--"

"Go to sleep," I found myself telling Helen for the second time that night.

"I'll bet he'd love to fool around with us--" she persisted, turning around again and facing 
me, her breasts up close to my face. I was about to tell her to go to sleep again, but only 
shrugged, edging slightly away from the milky boobs aimed right at my mouth.

"Sneak into his room, Sheila," she shrilled in my ear, her breast right smack against the side
of my neck. "Get him to come in here an' we'll all fool around--"

"Go to sleep--" I turned away from her, getting turned on again at the wild idea. I buried 
my head underneath the pillow, trying desperately to not think of actually gambling on 
Helen's idea--with Mom and Dad sleeping right across the hall from us. My Dad was pretty 
damned straight and narrow, and he'd give us the strap for the slightest infraction of his rules.
If he ever caught us fooling around with Marty--'he'd have slashed us up black and blue.

I tried to sleep again, and I didn't dare try counting cocks again. Helen snuggled up to me,
her twat up tight to my sweaty ass, and I allowed her to bring her arms about me, tightening 
them over my throbbing breasts. Somehow or another, we finally made it to sleep that way.

All that really sticks in my brain about the start of that next day was hurrying out of my 
room and bumping solidly into Marty, I looked down, taking in all of his beautifully tanned 
and lean frame, clad deliciously in only a pair of snug racer's swimtrunks. We awkwardly 
uttered good mornings, but I could tell that his eyes were feasting on me in my gaily colored 
bikini, just as I worked my eyes on the trim waistline accentuated by the low-slung trunks, 
making the pouch seem all the heavier with his cock and balls.

My kid sister was right behind me, her bikini even more daring than mine, and Marty's 
eyes flip-flopped, racing back and forth between the two of us. It was a tie, I thought, he 
seemed to be equally turned on by the sight of both of us.

Crazy... but from that very moment, especially after the wild fling I'd had with my sister, I 
never once thought of her as a competitor for cousin Marty. Maybe if he had not been so 
closely related to us, I would have thought of her as a competitor, but every phase of it was so
much in the realm of "The Forbidden Fruit," that it was more like a joint conquest, both of us 
willing to share the rewards.

We had a ball in the water, just the three of us on a very deserted stretch of the beach. We 
really went way out, making damned certain that we could have Marty all to ourselves. I didn't
have to exchange words with my sister on the plans, it just seemed as though we were 
beautifully in cahoots from the very start.

Playing around in the water, we had his cock rockhard and bulging beautifully at the 
crotch of his swimtrunks in record time.

Stretched out on the blankets after the first dip, Helen was the boldest one, hooking her 
eyes solidly on the perfectly shaped outline of his hard cock through the black trunks. Hell, 
you could even perfectly define his huge balls through his soaking wet swimsuit. She would 
continually wrestle him, getting her knee right up against that pouchful of obviously hard 
meat and delightfully huge balls.

"Let's go in the water again!" Marty moaned, jumping up and splashing his way hard and 
heavy into the ocean spray. My sister and I had that one beautiful moment before we followed
him, giving each other that all-knowing glance that we had him really spinning and ready for a
fantastic tumble.

"All the way in!" he yelled, grabbing me in the water, and then I got the shock of my life. 
He jammed his hand right up into my crotch, his fingers roughly outlining my cunt through 
the bottom piece of my bikini. He was right up against me, supposedly playfully wrestling me, 
but I was only aware of his bulging outline of hard cock pressed up against my ass. Helen got 
into the action, and by a number of expressions on his face, I knew damned well that Marty 
had done a great job of feeling up her snatch under the water.

He never once made an effort to separate us, as though he was going along with our plan 
from the very beginning, so natural-like--three kids about to romp at everything light and 
easy--including our share of sexual sprees.

We played the day out, finally heading back for the summer house, single file on the 
narrow trail, with Marty walking in the middle. A sudden summer shower came full blast and 
taking up the lead I hurried into the safety of the nearest cave at the foot of a hill.

Out of breath, we fell to the stone floor, Marty sitting with legs sprawled out wide on a 
large rock. We came down alongside him, hooking arms about him from both sides.

A living, breathing, almost thudding crotch that bulged the limit was the highpoint of our 
gathering. We didn't need a damned word, my hand moved from his navel down--my sister's 
hand moved from the inner reaches of his thighs upward, capturing the throbbing bulge that 
wanted to scream out its urgency to the two of us.

"Like, wow--" he whistled low, sliding his arms both ways, getting his hands planted solidly
on both lovemounds simultaneously. I edged up closer to him, joining Helen all the way in the
firm massaging of his crotch area--my hand on the thick cockhead, hers working the base of it
and his huge balls. I edged up all the more, thighs brushing, letting him trace a finger 
delightfully up and down the length of my moist snatch, right through the scanty material of 
my bikini.

He turned my way first, and I could see his mouth opening, beckoning to mine. I worked it 
right up to him, feeling the hot breath coming into my mouth, right along with his slithering 
tongue.

"Oh, wow!" Helen exclaimed, busily tugging his long shaft of hard cock out of the leg of 
his swimtrunks. "Like, outta sight--" she eagerly started stroking the thick, hard meat.

"Marty's tongue tapped out his urgency within my mouth, the finger gliding up and down 
my bikini-covered love-slit was even more frustrated. We parted long enough to claw into the 
scant swimwear that suddenly seemed so damned heavy and cumbersome.

Only seconds... the garments strewn about the rocks of the cave, and we were so 
beautifully nude, the dark bush of hair about his cock and balls in fantastic contrast to the 
honey-haired bushes about our moist and eager cunts.

Marty started a hand on Helen's breasts on one side of him, doing the same thing to me. 
He ran his equally down our stomachs, reaching up under and planting his hands on our 
sister-cunts, fingers working wildly both ways.

Helen's hand was faster than mine, capturing the base of his throbbing, hard cock. I 
grabbed right up there, too--my fisted hand fitting snugly there, with most of the thick 
cockhead protruding beautifully through both of our hands. It was the wildest scene ever, 
cousin Marty fingerfucking the two of us, both of our hands massaging and rubbing the 
enormous length of his thick prick.

"Outta sight, girls! " he beamed, and it was obvious that cousin Marty had picked up some
experience along the way. He tightened, pushing his front out all the more to the feel of our 
hands jointly planted on his swollen prick. "You're both terrific--" he worked his hands off our 
cunts, back up our sides and directly to the backs of our heads.

He didn't have to use a damned word, his hands were rough and insistent and quickly 
urged us to drop right down on our knees. Even quicker, the hands tightening all the more 
about our head, he jammed his throbbing meat right up close to our lips. I hesitated slightly, 
but swung right into the mood of it as I watched my kid sister flick out her tongue and run it 
up and down and around the thick cockhead.

"Oh, do it--" he tensed, working his hands harder at the back of our heads. "Eat me right 
up--" he groaned to the feel of Helen's tongue doing wonders to his cockhead.

I felt a special urgency in the hand clamping down at the back of my head and I swooped 
down lower than my kid sister, instantly finding my lips down underneath the base of his thick
prick. I worked my tightly pressed lips all over the living, breathing flesh down there, the side 
of my face brushing up against his low-slung balls. I really dug the wild, masculine aroma of 
cousin Marty down there and I opened my mouth, letting my tongue slither out to massage 
his cock as I had seen my kid sister doing to the head of his meat.

Sister-cocksuckers--the two of us slobbering and going wild on the same cock--Helen at 
the tip of it, me at the base of it, swooping down at the inner reaches of his thighs. I could 
sense that Helen had opened her mouth wide and was jamming it down on the swollen prick, 
going the limit until she banged into where my mouth worked in circular motions about the 
heavy base of it.

I tightened at the initial pain of Marty's hand sadistically shoving and pushing at the back 
of my head, I adjusted to it, sensing a perverse sensation of pain-pleasure form it, so in 
keeping with having my mouth down at the base of a cock.

Cousin Marty's low-slung scrotum, containing two huge balls-- I could sense that the 
roughness of his hands on my head were directing me to get right down there and run my 
tongue all over the hairy scrotum, licking tenderly on each ball.

I lapped my tongue all over his balls, hearing that certain click of delight from down deep 
in his throat, his hand easing at the back of my head. Yeah, and then I was aware of Helen's 
greedy mouth traveling the distance, going all the way down to the very base of his hard cock.
I could hear those low moans of suppressed pain each time she slammed her mouth all the 
way down, the thick cockhead obviously lodging into her throat. I could feel her saliva 
dripping freely all over me, while I tongued and loved up his balls with my mouth.

Cousin Marty's hands became sadistically rough at the back of my head again, urging me 
to move further down, down, down and up around to his rear. I had to reposition myself 
behind him, my mouth on an even line with the crack of his ass. I didn't need his hand at the 
back of my head anymore, not the very moment I got the feel of his firm buttocks with both 
of my hands. I sensed that up front he had hooked both of his hands into Helen's hair, urging 
her to new heights of frenzy in her cocksucking thing.

"Eat--eat--eat!" he roared, widening his stance, making a beautiful path for my tongue 
that seemed to dart out all by itself. Up and down--I glided my tongue smoothly along the 
crack of his ass, my hands parting the buttocks, wider and wider. I thought I'd go bananas, 
really loving the taste of his asshole, gliding my tongue up and down, deeper and deeper in 
each time. Then I really got hooked on the taste of male asshole, jamming the tip of my 
tongue wildly up into the shit-trail, deeper and deeper, not ever wanting to stop until all of my
tongue was buried right up into the rear of him.

I could feel my kid sister's mouth slamming into him, each time taking the full length of his
swollen prick so solidly into her mouth, her aching moans and groans telling of her wild 
pleasure. I tightened my hands about his buttocks, working my tongue furiously, .

seemingly in search of the taste of his shit. Then I got the added kick of feeling my kid 
sister's hands hooking about him more tightly, closing in on mine, clutching them warmly. I 
jabbed my tongue deeper and deeper into his asshole, each time feeling my kid sister's 
cocksucking action up front shoving me backward. And then I would have to shove my 
tongue up that delicious asshole all the harder, feeling Helen's mouth going upward on the 
prized cock in her mouth.

"Like, wow!" Marty suddenly spun about, forcing both of our greedy mouths away from 
him. "I've gotta fuck!" That was all he had to utter, his blurry gaze going from sister to sister. 
Helen looked at me, seemingly smiling, telling me that since I was the eldest it would only be 
right that I took the first fucking.

It's almost unbelievable how sign language can work at a moment like that, but Marty 
fixed his line of sight on me, giving me the same look, seemingly saying that the oldest got 
the cock shoved up her cunt first.

"Oh, yes--" was all I could whimper, letting my kid sister actually help me get flat on my 
back. Marty moved right in on me, directing his swollen prick to the start of my moist and 
eager pussy, his knees jamming and spreading out my thighs.

I felt the pain, and almost wanted to cry out. Cousin Marty seemed to change in the throes
of sexual heat. Gentle and considerate before, he seemed to be purposely trying to hurt me 
with his knees jamming my thighs wide apart.

The sadistic aura seemed to have spread from my cousin to my sister, her hands clawing 
roughly at my wrists, spreading my arms out as widely as my thighs.

"Fuck her pussy!" Helen screeched, pulling and tugging viciously on my arms. "Oh, give it 
to her--" I tightened, soaring to the wild sensation of pain-pleasure as he thrusted the full 
length of his swollen prick solidly into my cunt. I buckled under, feeling him give it that last 
jam, all of his thick prick lodged into the very core of my vagina, seemingly just about ready to
tear me apart.

"Oh, wow--" my kid sister gasped, and I realized that her moist and dripping cunt was 
moving in over my head, directly up above from my mouth.

"Oh, take it--" Marty went into a wild frenzy of cock-to-cunt action, and I found myself 
gyrating wildly, twisting and turning to the jamming of his hard cock. Yeah, and my mouth 
kept moving up closer and closer to the kid sister's moist and dripping cunt. I flicked my 
tongue upward, hooking it right into her cunt, and with a heavy grunt of approval she came 
right down on it, almost sitting her cunt right on my tongue.

Hard cock coming at me, coming strong--I felt his hands going around my buttocks, each 
time raising me higher and higher, his fingers clawing into the crack of my ass. And each time, 
I could feel my kid sister lowering her cunt more and more on my steel-like tongue that 
scorched right up into the core of her.

A long hot summer... I writhed in ecstasy, right between my sister's cunt and my cousin's 
cock. I gyrated wildly, getting the fullest measure of both, jamming my cunt up to meet 
Marty's thrusting cock, my tongue shoving right up into Helen's hot twat coming right down 
at me. The cock was slamming into me harder, harder--with a greater urgency, and Marty 
moaned that he was ready to orgasm, his fingers clawing harder at the crack of my ass, urging
me to join him.

I thought Marty would explode as he shuddered and trembled and spurted a steady flow 
of hot cream inside me, I clung to him, feeling my volcano starting, flooding and mingling 
with his river of hot stuff. I had to push Helen up off me, unable to take her at the same time. I
held onto Marty, feeling his spent cock coming to a rest within me.

"Oh, wow--what a sight that was--" Helen moaned, getting right down close to us, her line
of vision fixed on where his spent prick was still within me. "I can't wait--" she couldn't hold 
back her anxiety.

Marty was still struggling to catch his breath, when he worked a hand over to my kid 
sister's anxious pussy, running a finger up and down the love-slit. She writhed and twisted, 
about to take off with the frustration that Marty's cock was still deep in my cunt, but so totally 
spent. I twisted and turned, feeling his semi-hard meat within me. I suddenly pulled back, 
letting the overworked prick out of my snatch. I instantly fisted my hand about it, stroking 
fully back and forth to get it hard again. I wanted my kid sister to get her kicks as I had, and 
just as soon as humanly possible. I'll also have to admit that I had a perverse desire to watch 
her getting fucked. We looked so much alike, lithe, honey-haired girls, that it would be like 
watching a younger version of myself taking his big, hard cock. Getting fucked--watching my 
younger likeness getting fucked--the perverseness of it had me jerking his cock off harder and
harder.

"Oh, do it--" Marty moaned, tightening on his thighs, his fingers running wildly in and out 
of Helen's anxious twat. "Do it hard--harder!"

It needed more than my hand--and I swooped my face right down there to the very 
masculine V of his thighs, flicking my tongue down all over his cock. I felt the response, the 
throbbing kicks of his prick almost jumping right up at my mouth. I tongued it up and down, 
and caught the underside. I opened my mouth wide and rammed it right down over the thick 
cockhead. Maybe I had been fucked before--but that was the very first cock I had ever taken 
in my mouth, and I got a kick out of knowing that I had done it for my sister as much as for 
myself. Yeah, it was doing the job, all right, getting his cock hard as a rock again, and still I 
rammed my mouth up and down the full length of it, slobbering wildly over the new joy.

"Like-wow! outa-sight!" Helen shrilled, suddenly grabbing me, hooking her thighs up into 
mine, our bare lovemounds locking tightly. I grimaced and tried to move away from the 
splattering piss, but my sister pushed me right up to her, her mouth coming down heavy on 
mine, her tongue slithering and twining mine.

It was wild, my body grinding with my kid sisters, our tongues madly making it 
together--and Cousin Marty's steady stream of hot piss pouring all over our faces, trickling 
down our knockers and off the flat of our stomachs. Drops oozing down between our 
snatches snug together--I swirled about in a drowning sea of perversity.

The last drop shaken from the tip of his cock, he laughed loudly, Helen joining him. We 
looked outside the cave, saw no one was in the way from where we were to the water--and so 
we just held onto our bathing suits and rushed into the water, washing the piss off of us.

"Oh, wild--wild!" Helen shrilled, splashing water at the two of us. "I love wild things!"

I felt the same way; I couldn't deny that, but I was afraid to express it so damned openly, 
wondering just how far Marty could and would go in the continual search for kicks.

I'll tell you something really wild. The longer Marty went without getting a letter from his 
mother on her travels throughout Europe--the more he'd get on the "kicks-kicks" binge, 
willing to try just about anything and everything.

I knew it had to come, he sneaked a Leather Cult Magazine into our room one night, 
giving us the damned night with it, letting us repeatedly go over the color photos of women 
tied and bound in chains, guys in leather boots and jockstraps standing over them with whips.

"Kicks--kicks!" went up the battle cry, and I prepared myself for the S & M route, not fully 
able to comprehend the soaring pain-pleasure sensation of being treated so brutally.

"This is crazy--" I started to protest, actually letting Marty tie a length of rope about our 
ankles, linking us together.

"It's just for kicks," Helen took up his argument. "Marty won't use the strap too hard, if we 
can't take it."

Thank heaven he didn't have one of those cat-of-nine-tail whips like they used in the 
magazine photos, but his leather strap was thick and could really slash a rear-end.

"Not our hands--" I cut the protest short, actually letting him tie our hands together. 
Going limp, trying to close my sound system to Helen's wild laughter in anticipation for the 
"kicks--kicks!"

Marty fixed us on our stomachs, our rear-ends sticking upwards on a rounded hunk of 
rock on the cave floor. I heard the strap snapping in his two hands and from the comer of one
eye I caught a certain glazed look on Marty's face that really worried me.

"Easy, please--" And that seemed to do it, he started the strap down across our buttocks, 
managing to catch some of both asses with each slashing thrust. If he was over more on 
Helen's ass on one slash--he would guide the strap to get more of my buttocks on the next 
slashing of the strap.

"It hurts--" Helen cried out. "Not too hard, Marty, please--" I bit at my lower lip, 
determined to take it without a whimper, a very perverse sense of daring coming over me. It 
was as though Marty sensed it, and he directed almost all of the strap-slashings toward my 
buttocks, going wildly up and down, catching my thighs and moving it right up toward my 
back.

And then, just as suddenly as he had started it--he tossed the strap aside, and hurriedly 
untied our hands and feet. He laughed and joked, repeating how it was all for fun and games 
and kicks. And then he was his old gentle self again, running down to the beach with us and 
romping playfully about in the water.

Whenever we went a few days without a new kick--I sensed something brewing in the 
back of Marty's head. Something different... something really far out. It was new and different 
all right, the day this older guy, probably in his middle thirties kept strolling back and forth 
where the three of us were on our blankets. He kept staring over at us, grabbing glances at 
our anatomy clad in our skimpy swimsuits, then hurrying along, trying not to be obvious 
about it. But he had a bulging front on his swimtrunks that gave him away. And I could feel his
eyes scorching through me, from the high rise of my halter-imprisoned breasts down to my 
swimsuit-covered snatch.

Crazy... but I sensed that he was doing the same thing to Marty, that he was turned on by 
the sight of him, too. Finally, I made a remark that the guy was starting to get on my nerves. 
Helen only laughed and giggled, actually posing for him after a while. The more I'd tell her not
to do that, the more Marty would encourage it.

I had a thing about older men, but I had always kept it to myself. For the longest time I 
secretly went wild over my father, forever trying to kiss and hug him, always brushing up 
against him. Of course, as I started to really mature, he seemed to hold me off more and 
more, seemingly embarrassed at brushing up tight to my rapidly budding anatomy. I never 
told anyone this, but I then started finding all sorts of excuses to see him with as few clothes 
on as possible, and my biggest kick was the few times I would catch him with a bath towel 
wrapped around his midsection, the outline of his cock and balls obvious through the wet 
towel.

"We'd better get home... " I let my words trail off, knowing Marty would win out.

"Which one of you is gonna pick the guy up--"

"Sounds like fun," Helen giggled.

"What's the password?" Marty played around with her.

"Kicks-kicks!"

"One of your girls picks him up--see how good you are at playing up to an older guy all 
hot and bothered " Then Marty beamed his winning smile, slowly letting us in on his idea of 
fun and games, and kicks-kicks. "Then you lead him up to the second cave on the path up to 
the house--the one with the rocks in the back. "

"But why?" Helen asked, though I had already figured it out. Marty wanted to be in hiding, 
watching the guy fucking one of us.

"Which one of you girls is the greatest actress?" he laughed, getting up on his knees, 
rocking back and forth more in my direction. This may sound crazy, but whenever he did that, 
swaying his fantastic crotch before me, it almost had a hypnotic effect on me. I really dug 
getting my eyes hooked on the outline of his cock and balls imprisoned beneath the 
formfitting swimtrunks he always wore. "So two of us can get a great show of the old guy 
fucking!"

"You won't hurt him?" I found myself asking, the words tumbling out by themselves.

"Hell, no--" Marty managed a very hurt expression, as though he couldn't possibly be 
capable of being sadistic.

"I'd rather not," I tried not to tremble, the thought of finally having sex with a totally 
mature man, a father-substitute really turning me on. "I don't think we should--"

"I'll do it then!" Helen glared at me, moving closer and closer to Marty, seemingly telling 
him she'd go the limit for him. "I can pick him up!" she giggled.

"How about you, Sheila?" Marty fixed his gaze on me. "I thought you were our leader, 
always first in kicks-kicks?" He stared me down, putting me to the test.

"Okay..." I gave in, watching the older man at a distance down by the water. "I'll do it-" 
Marty and Helen playacted the bit of hurrying away, leaving me behind. They really hammed 
up their hand-holding and shouting goodbye to me for the guy's benefit. Marty had left me a 
whole string of instructions, to get the guy to start making it with me on the floor just before 
the heavy rocks, where they would be able to watch the action and not be seen.

Alone on my blanket, trying not to glance over in the guy's direction, I really started to 
panic. I had one moment where I told myself squarely of the madness of it all, sensing 
something frightening in Marty's "little game." I was ready to run, to grab my blanket and 
follow up the path for the house.

The guy started walking up the beach but really coming continually toward me, and I 
seemed to be frozen to my spot on the blanket. I didn't have to ham it up and play up to him. 
I didn't have to spread out my legs and jut up my knockers for him as Marty had told me to 
do. Believe me, the guy was drawn to me just as I was.

A man at least double my age... I started to panic. A man old enough for me to play out 
my father-fantasy, of having my father make love to me, to shove his hard cock into his little 
girl's pussy and give me what I had imagined so very many times--what I had masturbated to 
over and over again alone in my room.

"They left you behind--" His first words seemed shaky, as though he had forced them out 
to get a conversation going. "They go steady?"

I nodded the lie that they did, telling myself that it was really only a half-lie. And then I 
shocked myself, spreading my thighs wide apart and jutting my breasts upward at the older 
guy--just as Marty had told me to do.

I was really surprising myself. Doing as I was told and doing it well!

"Don't you have a steady boyfriend?" he asked, shifting his weight about uneasily from 
foot to foot. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to be all alone," he smiled, my eyes going 
up at that certain angle to hook into the masculine V of his thighs. I was staring right up at his
crotch and I couldn't stop myself from running my tongue over my parched lips. I had 
performed the exact movement Marty had told me to, but not purposely, I just couldn't seem 
to help myself.

The small talk continued for a while, and he got bolder and bolder by my unplanned 
actions on my blanket. I was imagining the handsome craggy faced man at least ten years 
older than he actually was, and playing out my own game--that he was actually my father, but
that I had never met him before. And I dug my line of vision more and more on the 
continually rising bulge of his crotch.

"I have a room at the motel up on the highway," he suddenly made the switch from the 
build-up small talk to the real action. "Would you like to come--"

"No, I couldn't." I arched upward, certain he could look right down into most of my 
knockers throbbing above the scanty halter. "I mean--I wouldn't dare... " And then the words 
seemed to tumble right out of me. And not because they were Marty's words drilled into me, 
but because it seemed the thing to do in the heat of the moment. "I know a cave up on one of
the paths."

He nodded, and he was following me, and I could sense that he was just as nervous as I 
was. Right up to the entrance of the cave--I suddenly stopped short, just picturing Marty and 
Helen hiding behind the rocks. I wanted to hurry away from there, something telling me of 
trouble brewing. But I knew I didn't want to call the potential tryst off with him--my first 
mature male, and I didn't even know his name.

The guy slipped his arm about my waist, instantly leading me inside the cave, and the 
feeling of his rugged frame hugging mine rendered me powerless to change the plans. I 
instantly felt him work me into the warmth of his arms, his mouth coming down solidly on 
mine--and I forgot about Marty's fun and games, Kicks-kicks. I was aware of being beautifully 
locked within the embrace of a mature man, his mouth on mine, his tongue slithering out and 
twining mine.

I was aware of his bulging front pressed up against my thighs, centering in on my madly 
throbbing lovemound. I was even more totally obsessed with his hand, so big and strong, 
moving up and down my lithe sides.

"You're so young and pretty--" He shuddered, his hands hooking solidly into the clasp of 
my halter. "You've been driving me crazy!" He undid the clasp, letting my breasts tumble forth 
freely.

I forgot that it was a part of Marty's fun and games, that my cousin and sister were behind 
the rocks, listening to every word, every moan and groan. I was too deeply submerged in my 
own thing, tightening to the feel of his hot breath suddenly pouring down on the high rise of 
my breasts. I thought of the many times my father had been so close to me there, and yet a 
million miles off. But closing my eyes, gasping heavily at the first suctioning of his mouth on a 
rigid tip, I traveled that forbidden million miles into my thing about my father making love to 
me. Oh, Daddy! I let it chum inside me, writhing to the open mouth moving from breast to 
breast, the tongue doing wonderful things to my young cleavage. Oh, Daddy... the very real 
substitute hands moved down my sleek side, fingers edging right up into my skimpy bathing 
suit. Oh, Daddy... I had to struggle to not actually mouth it aloud, to throw all inhibitions to 
the wind and play out my daughter-father lovemaking fantasy.

I tightened all the more, letting him take my hand and placing it solidly on the high rise of 
his bulging crotch. He didn't have to keep his hand on mine for long. The feel of his fingers 
playing the length of my moist pussy, and the sensation of his open mouth on my knockers 
was all I needed to motivate my hand into massaging the outline of his imprisoned cock, so 
hard and throbbing.

I could feel my mature lover's mouth sliding continually downward, tongue flicking down 
my stomach, and as he did, I sensed him going lower... down... right down on his knees. 
Down... down... right down in the position of total worship, his mouth on an even line with my 
bikini-covered lovemound. I tightened all the more, fisting and unfisting my hands, not certain
what to do with them as I felt his big, bony fingers hooking into the waistband of my scanty 
bikini bottom.

"So beautiful... " he murmured over and over again, flicking kisses through the sheer 
material of the bikini bottom, scorching right through and reaching the indentation of my 
loveslit. Such a small piece of material--and yet it seemed so cumbersome, stifling my 
freedom of movement, coming between the reality of my aching pussy and my mature lover's 
ready mouth.

Yank it down! That was what I wanted to scream, but something inside me told me to hold
down my animalism and be reserved for my Daddy-substitute. I never once thought of not 
shouting out my various lusts because of Marty and Helen in hiding behind the rocks at the 
back of the cave. It was as though my cousin and sister had never existed. It was as though I 
had suddenly returned to the normalcy of one lover at one time, one person worshipping me, 
right down on his knees.

Down... down... I could feel his fingers tightening in the waistband, and my bikini bottoms 
came edging down, and my entire body shuddered with delight as I was aware of my cunt 
being freed, the moist hairs seemingly standing rigid, awaiting the feel of his mouth all over 
me down there.

"Oh, please--" I tensed, widening my thighs to the feel of his determined hands. "Oh, 
please--please... " I whimpered, his tongue darting out and gliding up and down the length of 
my moist loveslit. My thighs widened all the more, and his big fingers pried apart my pussy 
lips, widening them the limit, making a smooth road for the tip of his tongue to dive 
continually in and out, doing sensually great things to my throbbing clit, standing hard and 
rigidly at attention.

I glanced downward, watching a hand leave my pussy long enough to yank his hard and 
throbbing cock out of the leg of his swim trunks. I bit at my lower lip, the saliva dripping out 
of the comer of my lips, wanting to bend right down there and tightly fist the unbelievably 
thick prod of swollen prick.

I can remember his tongue so expertly darting in and out of my cunt, making the passage 
so moist and ready to shoot heavy cream. I wanted so much to bend down and grasp his 
cock, but the fantastic tongue-darts up my cunt kept me rigid, tense with wild desire and 
anticipation.

"Oh, please, please... " I moaned, not wanting to come right out and beg him to get me on
my back and shove his cock into my cunt. His tongue had me beautifully ready for anything, 
even the sudden, maddening first drive of his cock to the very core of my vagina--my first, 
really mature man's cock, my Daddy-substitute, I wanted it so desperately up my cunt.

"Please, please... " I stared down at the ground. "Please--please... " I was ready to beg all 
night, telling myself that I couldn't yell out my lust to get fucked, to get cock shoved up my 
cunt. I wanted the man to play the role of my Daddy to the hilt, and a Daddy wouldn't want to
hear his precious little girl shouting and screaming to get fucked, to get hard cock shoved up 
her cunt.

I heard the certain click in his throat, a sense of reluctance as he finally edged his tongue 
out of my moist runway at the center of my honey-haired bush. Then it all happened so fast, 
he tugged off his trunks as he got up on his feet, the thick and swollen prick aimed right at 
me. He didn't really have to use his hands, I was slightly ahead of him, anticipating him all the 
way, and down on my back I went, my buttocks hurting to the feel of the small stones on the 
ground. I ground them in all the more, going wild at the sight of him hovering over me, his 
beautifully thick cock coming right down into position at the wide spread of my thighs. His 
hands beckoned it, but I was slightly ahead of his urgings, throwing my thighs wide apart, 
stretching the limit and shoving them upward, seemingly wanting to touch the ceiling of the 
darkened cave in welcome of the thick cockhead suddenly brushing up against the start of my
lovemound.

Cock-to-pussy... the beautiful feel of animalism... the mature man about to thrust all of his 
masculine self into the young female. I'll tell you the wildest thing about being ready for my 
Daddy-substitute to fuck me--I didn't know his name, and he didn't know mine.

Man... girl... strangers, and a thick, big cockhead about to thrust into cunt. I gyrated wildly, 
unable to control my anticipation of what was in store for me. He took the cue, driving all of 
his thick cock solidly into my cunt, stopping only for a brief moment for my first groan to 
subside. And then my hands at his back urged him to go right into it, he started the swirling 
cock-to-cunt action all the way.

I edged my hands downward, hooking onto his firm buttocks, hanging in there to the 
maddening pace of his body humping up and down, thrusting hot and heavy cock into my 
cunt. I could feel his hands continually tightening about me, frenzied to the time of his 
pistoning cock, driving harder and harder, all in time to the groans coming from deep down in
his throat.

I closed my eyes, tensing for the full impact of the first solidly mature cock fucking my 
pussy, telling myself that it just had to be my Daddy giving it to me. I gyrated my snatch all 
the wilder, playing out the make-believe that my Daddy had caught me staring at the front of 
him with only the bath towel wrapped about him. When my stranger on the beach had 
actually pulled off his swimtrunks, I had told myself that it was Daddy yanking off the bath 
towel. And when the very real cock bobbed up at such a beautiful angle, throbbing to fuck 
me, I played it out all the more that my handsome Daddy's cock was hard and ready to fuck 
his little girl.

"Oh, do it... " I moaned, holding back my perverse desire to cry out: Daddy! Daddy! And I 
had to dig my nails into the firm flesh of his back, taking his full cockthrusts that came faster 
and faster, the beads of perspiration flying like sparks from the cock-to-cunt union.

It happened so fast... Marty came flying out of his hiding place, savagely yanking the 
beach stranger off me, calling him dirty names and pounding his fists into his face.

"What are you doing to her!" Marty's fists smashed into the bewildered stranger's face, 
making his nose and mouth instantly bloody. "You leave her alone--" He pounded the 
stranger harder and harder, shoving a knee right up into his groin.

"Marty--don't!" I screeched, sensing that it was more than just a part of a game. But I 
stopped short, my fists tightly clenched before my face in total frustration. I wondered if I was 
going mad, watching Marty beating the stranger up, and all the while my kid sister laughing 
and actually applauding cousin Marty.

"Marty, don't--" I caught hold of my senses again, suddenly rushing between the boy and 
man. "You're crazy!" I snarled at my cousin, running and positioning myself before the 
stranger who had been caught so completely off guard. Needless to say, in a fair fight and not
being caught in such a compromising position, the man certainly could have handled Marty. 
"Marty... what's the matter with you?"

"And you--" He suddenly turned on me, crashing the fist of one hand into the 
outstretched palm of the other hand. "You're a cheap tramp! A no-good slut!"

I saw that certain glazed look in his eyes, and I knew he wasn't really talking to me, since it 
was someone else he imagined having sex with another man--his mother. I could see his fist 
start to come toward my face, and only then Helen stopped laughing and screamed out his 
name.

Marty stopped short, his fist only inches away from my mouth. In the moment of 
hesitation, the stranger, his once fantastically hard cock now totally limp, grabbed his swim 
trunks and ran out of the cave, still obviously totally bewildered.

"Marty... " was all I could muster up, suddenly feeling a surge of pity for him. I wanted to 
take him in my arms, to plead with him that he was sick and needed help. But he made the 
most abrupt change, right before my eyes, he became his old gentle self, laughing and joking.

"Wasn't that a ball?" He snapped his fingers, as though he had decided to bring the fun 
and games to an end at that precise point. "Wow, did we ever scare that character!" he 
playfully grabbed Helen and started dancing around with her. "Was it fun? Fun and games? 
Kicks-kicks!"

"Yeah... yeah... " My kid sister was completely fooled, suddenly dancing around with Marty, 
hugging and kissing him. "We've got to do that again! Only next time--I wanna go pick up a 
guy!"

"Did you see how we scared him?" Marty playfully poked me in the ribs. "It was just in 
fun... that's all... just a lot of fun, Sheila."

Just a lot of fun... maybe for them, but it was sheer frustration for me, coming so close to 
completing my fantasy of having sex with my father, and then having it so brutally thwarted 
so close to the windup. Cousin Marty's idea of fun and games had made me aware of having 
sex with a mature male, any and all father-substitutes, and I just couldn't suppress my urges in
that direction after that.

Fun and games--kicks-kicks... It got wilder and wilder, and I really started to worry where 
the summer was taking us. So many strange twists and turns... with Marty you never knew 
what was next.

Along the way of a lot of routine sex and thrills, you could always expect the unexpected 
from Cousin Marty. It was as though a certain demon within him did nothing but chum up all 
the most perverse ideas imaginable. And the slightest word, thought or action might trigger 
off a wild idea that he would not stop until it had become reality, at any given moment.

I shuddered at the thought of this.

My Daddy had to go to the city for a few days--he just had to interrupt his vacation to 
handle a few important matters at his office. I remember distinctly the very moment that my 
mother had pulled out the car to take him to the railroad station. I remember even more 
distinctly how Daddy had brushed a quick kiss on first Helen's cheek, and then the same to 
me.

The car was barely out of sight when Marty had reached down to where I was sitting next 
to my sister. He planted a hand on each crotch, shoving down hard on the material of our 
hotpants.

"Who's in the mood for a real fast fuck?" he pressed both snatch-areas, chuckling since he 
knew damned well that it would take my mother less than ten minutes to leave him off at the 
village train station and return home.

"Well, which one of us is the best lay?" Helen got into his spirit of adventure, "Tell us," she 
persisted.

I absently looked up, enjoying the sight of his bulging outline of cock imprisoned beneath 
the white denims. White was much too innocent a color for him, and the outline of hard and 
throbbing cock was really a wild sight. I didn't want to speak out my thoughts, but I was 
suddenly just as obsessed with the thought of knowing which one of us he really preferred to 
fuck.

"You really wanna know which girl I'd like to fuck most tonight?" he teased us, looking 
down first into my face and then intently into Helen's, his hands equal on our crotch-areas. 
"You really wanna know?"

"Tell us--" Helen gave him the satisfaction he wanted.

"Your mother," he matter-of-factly exploded his time bomb. "I'd love to fuck your mother! 
And you know what--" he shrugged. "I think I'll do it tonight--fuck your mother's hot cunt!"

He glanced over at me, waiting anxiously for my reaction. I tightened, but didn't want to 
give him any satisfaction on that score. I always imagined Daddy fucking me, shoving it right 
up to my pussy--and always blocked out any images of him ever possibly having sex with my 
mother.

"You're crazy--" Helen giggled, as though that had to be the greatest put-on of our wild 
summer. "It's crazy to think about screwin' Mom--"

"Is it " he shrugged, working his glance steadily between us, both of his hands still playing 
about our crotch-areas. "Your father fucks her all the time--maybe I'll get to take his place 
while he's in town."

"I wonder what it's like--" Helen let her words trail, crossing her arms and hugging her 
own breasts. "I mean, Mommy and Daddy screwing--I wonder what it's like when they do it-"

"Pretty damned wild," Marty beamed, aiming it directly at me. "I know, I've watched them 
a few times already."

"You what!" Helen registered her surprise in words. Believe me, I was just as surprised and 
even more curious, visions of my nude Daddy fucking wildly dancing all about the blackboard 
of my brain. Only it wasn't Mommy, not in my imagination--it was me getting all that hot 
cock.

"You're kidding us," Helen laughed, figuring it had to be a put-on.

"Follow me," he shrugged, getting up and charging to the rear of the summer home. "I 
rigged up something really great!"

Crazy--but it was so much like following the Pied Piper, the two of us ready to go just 
about anywhere he might lead us in search of new kicks. And right up into the attic he took 
us, moving over to a section of low-beams directly over my mother and father's bedroom. He 
slid one board over and gestured for us to take turns looking down below. I did, getting in 
ahead of Helen and was surprised to see the fantastic view of my mother and father's bed at a
perfect angle below us.

"Wow!" Helen gasped, fixing her sights downward on her turn to look. "You really saw 
them fucking, Mary!"

"And sucking," he shrugged.

"Don't talk like that," I cut in, clenching and unclenching my fists, not wanting to think of 
my father having sex with my mother. "Just stop it--"

"Hey, you've got quite a hang-up--"

"Shut up, Marty!" I cut in the moment he had hit my raw nerve.

"Tell us all about it," Helen persisted, giggling. "Tell us how you saw Daddy shove it into 
her--"

"You can see for yourself some night," Marty shrugged. "But how would you like to see me
having sex with my dear Aunt Clara tonight?"

"You fucking Mommy?" Helen still couldn't believe his words, though it was obvious that 
the perversity of it all was turning her on. "How could you get to do it?"

"Stay up here, she'll be coming back in just a little while. I'll tell her one of your girlfriends 
came over, and you'll be out for quite a while--then just watch me do my thing!" he laughed.

"I'd love to see it!" Helen suddenly hooked her arm about mine, her breasts brushing up 
against mine. "That would really be wild!"

"Okay--" cousin Marty turned toward me, seemingly seeking approval. "Fun and games--"

"Fun and games--" I approved the idea, keeping my real thoughts to myself. All those 
thoughts of my mother actually having so much fun in bed with my father were churning 
wildly in my brain, and I suddenly had a perverse sense of revenge of watching cousin Marty 
get the best of her. And I knew damned well he could do it, too.

I had seen my mother with her eyes getting .

greedy whenever she glanced at Marty in a pair of formfitting cut-off shorts and a T-shirt 
molded to his chest. And more than once she'd give him a big hug and call him her favorite 
nephew. My eyes went down to the V of their legs, and I could tell how my mother would 
manage to get her snatch right up flush to his well-packed front.

Marty could do it all right, and I was anxious to see her getting fucked, like a real slut. 
Don't ask me how or why, but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I could somehow 
use it against her to get Daddy all for myself.

Crazy--I know--but that was the most unbelievable summer of my life, and what molded 
so much of my sexual life style in the years after that.

Helen and I waited up in the attic, as Marty had instructed us to do. He had pulled the 
boards back the limit and we had a perfect view down to my mother's bed. Laughing it up, 
Marty hurried downstairs and started taking off his clothes by the side of her bed, looking up 
at us.

Helen had a ball laughing it up, giggling as Marty gathered up his clothes in one hand and
stroked his rapidly hardening cock with the other hand. Then he disappeared from the 
bedroom for a while and Helen wondered aloud how he could be so sure that he could get to 
fuck Mom. In words, she expressed exactly what was on my mind. He seemed too damned 
sure of himself, so damned cocky.

I heard the car pull up into the driveway, and something told me to get out of there and 
run downstairs and spoil the entire game. I made the first move, when Marty playfully ran into 
my mother's bedroom downstairs, a bath towel wrapped around his midsection. I could see 
that he had a few tricks in mind, since he obviously had turned my mother on so many times.

"Stay--let's watch," Helen fisted her arm tightly about my arm. "I want to see her getting 
screwed by Marty," she shrilled, the sickness that had overcome us bubbling up to the front.

I looked at her crouching down, getting the best possible position to catch any potential 
action downstairs, and it was so obvious the perverse hold Marty had on her. At that point, 
she no longer doubted whether or not Marty could get to fuck Mom, she took it for granted. 
If Marty said he could--that's all there was to it. Well, while one part of me wanted to see the 
old lady getting fucked--the other part of me hoped that Marty would fail, that he wouldn't 
have something else to brag about.

I could hear my mother moving about downstairs and Helen's hand tightened on my arm, 
beckoning me to remain still, to watch the happening downstairs.

"Are you sure Sheila and Helen won't be back right away?" my mother's voice started 
nervously, obviously in the hallway, right outside her bedroom.

"They'll be out quite a while, Aunt Clara," Marty moved into the bedroom, the bath towel 
still draped about his midsection. "We've got time," he stressed his words loud enough for us 
to hear from our hiding place up above. And then I could tell that he moved right alongside 
the bed, picking the best vantage point where we could watch it all.

"We should be careful--" my mother's voice was shaky. "We shouldn't take such chances--"

"If you don't want to--" Marty widened the stance of his feet, seemingly inviting her to 
come right up to his bulging front.

"I want to," Mom hurried up to him, throwing her arms about him, flicking kisses about his
chest, up the side of his neck and all about his face. "You're so handsome and rugged--I just 
adore you, Marty. But Marty, you made me take such a dreadful chance going to your 
bedroom last night--if Uncle Henry ever caught us--" I could sense Marty smirking down 
there, and it was all so clear how he could be so sure of getting Mom. He had been making it 
with her right along, probably from the very beginning as he had with me and my kid sister. 
Helen's hands suddenly started crawling up to my knockers, seemingly showing their surprise. 
Downstairs, Mom's mouth suddenly crashed down on Marty's and you could just about make 
out the groans and moans of anticipation from where we were, and the way she wantonly 
kept grinding her body up against his semi-nude frame was openly visible.

Helen tightened her hands on my breasts, obviously turned on by the sight of Mom and 
cousin Marty soul-kissing down in her bedroom. My kid sister let out a low grinding sound, 
then tightened all the more, holding back any runaway sounds of her rising emotions. My 
mother's mouth still solidly on Marty's down there where our eyes focused through the open 
boards, Helen suddenly cupped my chin and brought my mouth over to hers, shoving her 
tongue instantly within my mouth.

Marty moved to one side, offering us the most fantastic view of my mother's greedy hand 
going down beneath the bath towel to grab and stroke his hard cock. And with that better 
view, Helen's mouth really went wild on mine, the tongue slithering wildly.

"Oh, Marty--" Mom shrilled, finally edging her mouth away from his. And at that moment, 
Helen edged her mouth away from mine, peering over closer, straight down into the sex arena
below. "You really drive me wild--" she tugged the bath towel off him.

She worked both of her hands brazenly down on his masculine equipment, using one to 
cup his low-slung balls, the other to fully stroke his hard cock. "I'll miss you so when the 
summer comes to an end--"

"Let me move in with you this fall, back in the city, Aunt Clara," he ran his hands up and 
about her fully clothed breasts. "I could go to school with the girls--"

"I could talk to your mother," her hands kept it up at his cock and balls. "And, of course, it 
would have to be okay with your Uncle Henry--"

"Maybe you don't want me to stay with you?" he gave a great performance, holding his 
hands still on the precise high rise of her breasts. And then and there, I realized how he was 
planning to stay with us all the time. We had discussed it before, the three of us, then I knew 
how he was actually working on it. "I hate going to military school--"

"I'll do my best, Marty," she fisted his cock tightly, stroking it back and forth. And as Mom 
did that to his cock, Helen's hand tightened up my thigh, moving right up snug to my crotch. 
"But we'd have to be so careful, my precious nephew, we can't take the chances we have. I'd 
die if your Uncle Henry ever found out--and the girls, they must never find out--"

"If you're so afraid," he shrugged, feigning pulling away from her. "Maybe I could get to 
fuck Sheila or Helen--"

"Don't talk like that, Marty, please don't!" Mom cut in, as though it was ridiculous to think 
of us as sexual partners.

"Hey, maybe I could get to fuck both of them," he laughed, really giving it to her.

"No, Marty, they don't know anything--don't talk like that--" And she wildly flicked kisses 
at the soft of his neck, going up to bite at the lobe of his ear. "They must never know about 
us, you'll have to promise me that."

"You might get a kick out of watching me fucking them together!" he laughed, and I was 
certain I caught him taking a quick glance upward in our direction.

"Oh, precious Marty--you mustn't talk like that--please, just be my secret lover!"

"Then do what I like most," he hooked his hands into her hair, edging them to the back of 
her head. And even from up there at our hiding spot, I could sense the strength in his hands. 
"You know how you please me the most--"

"Oh, yes, Marty, how I love to do it to you--" she slid right down on her knees, getting into
the cock-worship position, aiming the perfectly shaped phallus toward her mouth.

Helen's hand tightened on the crotch of my hotpants, making them feel tighter than they 
actually were, the very moment Mom's tongue flicked out wildly and trailed all over Marty's 
hard and throbbing prick. I could feel my own juices chum up and for a moment I had the 
perverse sensation of running downstairs and getting in on the action, even yelling and 
encouraging my own mother to suck that cock, to get right down on the full length of it.

"I love your cock!" Mom agonized, opening her mouth wide and lunging right down on 
the thick cock head, going the limit, her head instantly bobbing up and down, the slobbering 
noises coming through loud and clear.

Up in the tight hiding spot the two of us shared, Helen really went wild over viewing Mom 
sucking Marty's cock. Her hands fumbled with the side button and zipper of my hotpants, 
instantly tugging them downward, bringing my bikini panties, too. I writhed and twisted, 
making it happen all the faster. And then Helen had shifted her position, her mouth on an 
even line with my moist and throbbing cunt. She had her tongue darting instantly into it, 
gliding up and down. And yet, I was certain that she had her eyes wide open and angled down
to catch the cocksucking action downstairs.

Helen's tongue slowed up, remaining at the start of my loveslit the very moment Marty 
pushed my mother's mouth back off his cock. Mom's groans grew louder, seemingly begging 
to let her go back on the cock to slobber it all up.

"I want to fuck you now--" he glared down at her. "Let me see you take your clothes off. 
You know how I like to watch you undress, the way you do it just for me, Aunt Clara."

"Yes, Marty--" she struggled to catch her breath, getting back on her feet. "Whatever 
pleases you, my precious nephew." And she was instantly at her undressing thing, posing and 
arching her back and strutting her panty covered snatch.

Down to her panties and bra, Helen really got wild on my snatch, digging her tongue all 
the way in, her hands making love to my buttocks. The moment Mom undid the clasp of her 
bra, letting her lush and milky mounds tumble forward, Helen could barely hold back her 
delighted gasp. Then it almost seemed ritual-like, Mom hooking her fingers into the 
waistband of her panties, but not pulling down on the final garment. Instead she got flat on 
the bed, spreading her thighs out the limit. Without saying a word, as though they had done it
so many times before, Marty shoved two pillows under her ass, raising her panty-covered 
snatch the limit.

"Hurt me--hurt me--" Mom whimpered. "I love it when you hurt me--your Uncle Henry is 
too gentle with me, too weak and gentle--hurt me--hurt me--rip me, lover, rip me!"

I tightened, feeling Helen's tongue go berserk up my cunt, eyes fixed on the wild sight 
downstairs as Marty hooked his hands into Mom's panties and yanked hard, ripping the filmy 
material to shreds. He mounted her, instantly positioning his hard cock at the spreadout V of 
her thighs. And through it all, my mother kept shouting and screaming the most lewd 
demands, gyrating her cunt wildly up on her two-pillow throne.

"Take it--" Marty tightened, suddenly slamming hard cock into her, thrusting animal-like, 
the room downstairs swirling wildly about--while my sister's mouth and tongue drove me wild
from my crouched position. The tongue-darts grew wilder and sharper up my cunt, seemingly 
in time with the wild cock-to-cunt action down below us.

"Now--now!" my mother screeched, throwing her cunt all over the place, her nails digging 
into the firm flesh of his back. I could see them both shudder and buckle, obviously erupting 
their loads of hot cream. I joined them, going wild to the feel of Helen's tongue scorching my 
cunt. I suddenly realized that I had worked fingers up into her cunt, and could feel them 
getting all sticky, her mouth suctioning hard on my love juice.

Now--now--my mother's urgency remained vivid with me. And later that night I couldn't 
erase the total hypocrisy of it all when the four us sat around as though we were the most 
normal human beings in the world.

Now--now--my mind churned much like Marty's would, and I was determined to go to 
bed with my father.

Go to bed--I ran that phrase over in my mind, telling myself to tell it like it really was. I was
determined to have sex with my father--to get fucked and sucked by him. Everything, just as I 
had seen my mother go wild with Marty.

That summer was all of five years ago--and Marty moved right in with us. Yeah, and he got
around to having Mom watch us getting fucked by him. He had the three of us right where he
wanted us. And in time, he'd bring outside women into his captive fold.

All these years--so many times that I've practically thrown my bare pussy right up at my 
Daddy, wanting what I thought I had a right to, since Mommy was so unfaithful to him. But 
Daddy could never cross that intangible line into the perverse world of "Everything Goes."

He was aware of me, and the desire is still there--but he drinks a lot, more and more.

It all started with that summer five years ago--and now everyone needs help of one kind 
or another. I know I do, and then maybe, I might just be strong enough to move out of my 
sick, little world of "fun and games--kicks-kicks!"

CASE HISTORY

After my wife died, I found that my sexual appetites were as apparent as ever. In fact, as 
time went by they seemed to increase with the additional time I was forced to spend alone. 
Because I was no longer committed to marital fidelity, I found myself experiencing the urge to 
experiment with every possible avenue of sexual behavior.

At first, due to my limited personal contacts, I refined my masturbation techniques. I had 
started the practice of "Jacking-off" at about the age of seven and had continued with it even 
through my years of married life. When I found myself alone once again, I increased the 
frequency of masturbation while searching for better ways of heightening the erotic 
atmosphere.

Standing naked before a full length mirror while jacking-off proved to be a desirable 
variation. Creating a mental fantasy in which an attractive neighbor, a widow, ate me added to
the impetus of the orgasms.

Having exhausted the possibilities of purely mental stimulation, I remembered a book I 
had purchased while serving in Germany in the Armed Forces.

The book told about the personal sex habits of a great many bachelors, widowers and 
male homosexuals. It categorized the attempts of these individuals to produce peak 
sensations in the prick, both for extended masturbatory pleasure and for prolonged orgasm.

It said that nature, in the creation of the cunt, had brought about a tool which could be 
imitated to a limited extent. The smooth walls of the orifice, the sustained heat, and the 
muscular contractions and expansions could all be reproduced.

The book also revealed the possibilities surrounding the common cucumber in that 
respect. The first case history involved a prisoner serving a life sentence in jail.

The man was sentenced to a lifetime of solitary confinement for the murder of his 
mother-in-law. While in his cell he asked for, and was granted, the privilege of raising his own 
vegetables.

According to the book, the prisoner lined his cell with boxes and filled them with soil. 
Relatives sent him seeds and young plants which he nursed until he produced his first crop of 
vegetables.

Those cucumbers proved to be excellent masturbatory aids for himself and his fellow 
prisoners. After some first failures he found that by carefully hollowing out the soft center of 
the vegetable he could then use the outer shell as a receptacle for his prick. Further 
experimentation revealed that preheating the vegetable increased the similarity between the 
cucumber and the cunt.

The prisoner found that it was necessary to bore a hole near the hollowed base of the 
vegetable before inserting his prick. Several first insertions resulted in the trapped air splitting 
the vegetable before he could develop the necessary friction to bring about his orgasm. With 
the advent of the air escape hole, he found that the same vegetable could be used again and 
again.

Keeping this in mind, I purchased several prime cucumbers and set to work. I carefully 
hollowed the shaft of the largest, a vegetable approximately eight inches in length, and 
preheated it to my particular satisfaction. After boring the air hole, I stripped myself naked.

The book had said that a light greasing of the prick with warm oil, either vegetable or 
mineral, before insertion, heightened the cunt illusion. I followed the instructions to the letter.

After wrapping the now ready cucumber in a large absorbent towel, I held it under me, 
straddling it much as I would a naked girl. I held the orifice of the vegetable tilted and inserted
the head of my hard cock. To my surprise and delight the sensation was quite like the initial 
entry into a cunt. I pressed on and found that I could drive my cock into the hollowed shaft all
the way to my balls.

Screwing the cucumber with the necessary movements proved to be a matter of personal 
choice. I found that I could manipulate the vegetable as well as my cock, in such a way as to 
gain the peaks of sensation desired. I could drive toward a quick orgasm, or, prolong it to my 
own satisfaction. I did find that unless the towel was preheated to a high degree the vegetable
would soon cool to the point where masturbation would have to be interrupted to reheat it. 
Submersion in hot water proved to be the most sensible means of bringing the cucumber to 
the desired temperature without damage.

Now blessed with two methods of self relief, jacking off and my copied invention, I found 
that both were highly acceptable as means of obtaining normal orgasmic release while 
reestablishing my social life. I suppose that everyone at some time is forced to retrench in that
respect, but for me it was an exceedingly difficult time.

By a stroke of luck I met two young widows who quite often occupied the sexual fantasies 
that aided me in the pleasures of jacking-off while naked before my mirror. They proved to be
agreeable to my initial advances and we started going out on dates. We were all mature 
enough to realize that each of us had the desire and the tools to satisfy our basic needs, and 
before long we were ready to engage in love play.

As we lay petting on a couch in darkness, I found that they were both much like new 
brides, a trifle shaky and nervous.

"How long has it been since you last fucked?" I asked one, quite nervous myself at the 
coming encounter. We were in her home.

"Not since my husband was killed over a year ago," she replied, feeling my rising cock with
her fingers, "I feel--strange, almost like I did on my wedding night," she added, putting a voice
to my thoughts.

Our conversation had to be quite subdued, her twelve-year-old son was asleep upstairs. I 
wished that I had been more forceful in my suggestion that we fuck in my apartment. I was 
well aware some women accompany screwing with a variety of moans, grunts and squeals 
which tend to heighten the ecstasy of the moment.

This one's cunt was as tight as a bride's. She had more than a little difficulty adjusting to 
the mature girth of my cock, and even more difficulty taking the length. However, as I fucked 
her, her cunt lubricated itself and I soon found myself penetrating her to my balls. She clung 
to me as if her life depended on it, subduing her desires to make vocal the pain and pleasure 
of the moment. While I fucked her, the other one sucked my ass.

I found myself in difficulty in attempting to bring about a first orgasm in the woman. She 
seemed to try to come, but some factor prevented that most desirable of occurrences.

"Can't you come?" I asked her, feeling a little inadequate in the situation.

"I'm trying but I've been so long without a man," she replied.

I repositioned her, spreading her thighs and pressing both her feet back by her head. Then
I repositioned myself with one foot on the floor. Even though the couch was a poor place to 
fuck, I did succeed in obtaining a greater area of movement. After another twenty minutes of 
sustained thrusting she did come with soft, strange squeals of delight.

Her first orgasm proved to be the log that broke the dam. She went off three additional 
times in the next few minutes and I felt vindicated.

Due to my regular schedule of masturbation by jacking-off and cucumber, I was under no 
physical pressure to come at once. I continued to fuck the young widow, fondling and kissing 
her while the passion peaked in both of us. And all the while, my ass was getting the licking of
its life.

"Do you take the Pill?" I whispered to the woman beneath me, feeling the juices building 
in me.

"Yes. I intended to resume relations with the opposite sex at some point or other," she 
replied, seemingly pleased at my concern for her well being.

Assured of the safety of coming in her cunt, I gradually brought myself to a thoroughly 
exquisite orgasm with slow, calculated strokes. The gripping spasms of thrills swept over both 
of us and I let my semen slip freely into the depths of her cunt in hard, warm streams.

"Oh, shit!" she startled me by saying, gluing her pelvis to mine and bringing the length of 
her naked body against me as she experienced the full injection of shooting sperm. Because 
of the way she held me trapped, I couldn't have withdraw had it been necessary.

Following that first night, the young widows and I fucked on an average of five times each 
week. I never again experienced difficulty in bringing either of them to a first orgasm of the 
evening. They both seemed to slip back into a schedule of regular sexual intercourse as if 
there had never been an interruption.

As our lovemaking progressed we had become intimate in every way. One confided in me 
that she had continued with the practice of masturbation started as a very young girl, even 
after and during her marriage. The other said she had perfected techniques of 
self-gratification including the use of the cucumber.

I was interested in her use of the vegetable. She told me that she cut the firm outer rind of 
the cucumber, exposing the pliant inner meat between the skin and the soft inner core. She 
also said that she was forced to use smaller vegetables rather than the larger variety. To add to
the erotic nature of the invention. She tapered and carved one end of the skinned length to 
the likeness of the head of a prick.

Heat also played a part of the finished product. She not only submerged it in hot water, 
but pumped the soft inner core full with a syringe. After placing a slit in the head-like tip, she 
would squeeze the vegetable after insertion and be rewarded with jets of warm water at the 
appropriate moment.

We all agreed to hold bisexual sessions on occasion. We did this by each of us 
masturbating while the others watched. This heightened our erotic lusts prior to sucking and 
fucking. The end result was a most satisfying relationship which continues to this day.

Having sampled the pleasures of exotic masturbatory methods and the services of tight, 
young cunts, my sexual interest turned to the heretofore unsampled secrets of sucking a male 
cock. Professional investigators, including Kinsey, say that every human male experiences at 
least one contact with a member of his own sex. I never had and I found myself deeply curious
about the physical sensations involved.

Because of the stigma surrounding homosexual activities, I found myself at a loss as to 
how to begin. Although the whole subject was definitely new to me, I certainly wanted to 
experiment at least once with a member of my own sex, either "straight" or a bisexual.

Doctor Kinsey made the comment in one of his publications that individuals "experiment 
according to the opportunities that present themselves." Following his line of thought I 
decided that if I wished to find another man or boy I would have to expose myself to 
situations which were conducive to meeting such an individual.

I picked a dance hall as the perfect place to make the acquaintance of someone with 
similar desires and interests. In doing so, I was minimizing the possibility of meeting a 
homosexual. In all probability the males that I would encounter who were sexually oriented 
would be bisexual in nature.

At first I contemplated taking my young widow friends with me, thinking that they might 
attract possible new acquaintances much better than I could. I decided against it, however. It 
was more probable that any males we might meet would in all probability be looking for a 
piece of ass rather than a blow job. I decided to go it alone.

Conversations are started quite easily and naturally at a bar in a dance hall. I found, just as 
I had suspected, that there were a great many stags hoping for an encounter with a single girl 
or a bored wife out on the town. Because such stray females are in great demand, the majority
of guys around the bar were out of luck.

I had a couple of drinks while eyeing the men on either side of me. All of them were either 
too old or too drunk and all of them were straining their necks to see the mini-skirts and big 
tits that swung by on the dance floor.

Patience was the key to my search. I sat there two hours before a young guy came in and 
sat directly across from me. At first he looked to be in his early twenties but as I studied him a 
little more I realized that he was probably in his late teens. There was something about the cut
of his clothes and the way he grimaced after taking his bourbon and gingerale that pegged 
him for an inexperienced but willing character. He openly ogled the girl's legs, especially the 
bared thighs, and he blushed when one would catch his eye unexpectedly.

After having his third drink I could see that the liquor was taking hold of him. I slid off of 
my stool and walked to the men's can on the pretext of taking a piss. When I returned to the 
tap room, I took the seat next to him and struck up a conversation. "That redhead is just 
asking for a fuck," I said, laughing and nodding toward a dancing couple who were necking 
heavily.

"Yeah. I've been watching her. That's a lucky cat she's with. He'll get his nuts for sure after 
the dance," he agreed, giggling a little foolishly from the influence of the bourbon.

"I wouldn't dirty that pussy with a prick; I'd lay her back on the dining room table and have
lunch instead," I said, laughing knowingly.

"Hey! That would be great! I wonder if the asshole she's with has got sense enough to get 
her off that way?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and grinning at the thought.

"That big red mouth of hers tells me that she'll probably give him the idea by sucking his 
prick for him first," I replied.

"You think she'll do that to him?" he asked, surprised as only the inexperienced and 
immature can be at times.

"Hell, boy! That's the best part of it, the sixty-nine I mean! There's nothing like having your 
prick sucked by either a girl or another guy!" I exclaimed, slapping him on the back and 
motioning for the bartender to fill the glasses up.

The din in the place covered our conversation. Even so, I leaned over to talk into his ear 
and he did the same. After the little thunderbolt I had thrown struck home, he kept grinning 
foolishly.

"Did you ever suck a prick?" he finally asked. I knew with a thrill that I had him interested.

"Sure, now and then. I like clean boys and hot girls," I replied, winking knowingly. "It's nice 
to mix them up now and then just for kicks,"

"I wouldn't have the guts to ask either a boy or a girl!" he said, flushed and wiggling on 
the bar stool.

"Well, if you'd like to fool around, let's go to my place and I'll give you a blow job.

You'll never pick up a broad here tonight and neither will I," I said nodding to the long line
of studs at the bar.

"Gee, I dunno! I've never given it much thought," he blurted, gulping his drink hurriedly.

"it's not something you think about. Remember Doctor Kinsey said in his book that you 
pick up most blow jobs on the spur of the minute," I yelled into his ear over the increasing din 
of the combo.

"Did Kinsey say that guys did that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprised interest.

"Sure, most men have at least one party in their life that way. It's right in three of his 
books," I told him.

He bought us a round and was pretty high when he said that he'd give it a first try. I 
fought down the excitement and drove the guy to my place.

He was self-conscious and so was I when I locked the door behind us. I mixed us a drink 
and hoped his headache wouldn't be too bad the next day.

"Have you got Kinsey's books where he says that about guys sucking each other off?" he 
finally said after we'd talked awhile.

"Sure, right here," I replied, showing him the exact passages.

He read them carefully. "Well, I'll be damned! He says that a few blow jobs doesn't make a 
guy a homo at all!"

"Naw, it's just getting the most out of sex, I guess. There's the bathroom; take a shower 
and then I will. Let's see how it feels to you," I laughed.

He belched and excused himself. Then he got up and made his unsteady way to the 
bathroom. In a few moments I heard the shower running.

After I had finished I walked naked into the living room and joined him on the couch. He 
was on his back with his prick sticking up and as I eyed it I knew that I had been right about 
his age. It was all of seven inches but it was a smooth, ivory white with a delicate pink head. I 
doubted that the young stud had ever had a piece of ass.

The time for talk was past. I leaned over and took the head of it into my mouth and tasted 
the soap. As he stiffened and threw his legs open, I ran my lips down the shaft.

"Wow!" he grunted, grabbing my head and pushing his prick against the roof of my 
mouth. I let him move as he liked but rolled with his thrusts to keep him from choking me. 
With my heart pounding as madly as it was I had a difficult time getting enough air.

As I sucked the young guy, I tried to capture all the sensations that were so new to me. I 
realized that I had lost, at least temporarily, the inner feeling of disgust connected with the 
thoughts of a homosexual act. Now my main concern was experiencing everything the act had
to offer me in the way of excitement and lust.

He was spread out like a man crucified when he came in my mouth. I jerked with the 
sudden alien taste and sensation, even though I was acutely aware of the impending orgasm. 
Transfixed with my rampant emotions I could only open my mouth and let it run down his 
throbbing shaft to the cushion. I did retain enough control, to record the excitement of the 
moment and to finish my task.

I was more than ready to change places with him and within a few moments was holding 
his head as he sucked my prick. My sole intention in bringing him to the apartment had been 
to suck him off but then I found my own passion and desire at its peak. I stretched out and let 
him bring me to an orgasm, coming against the roof of his mouth with no further ado.

Afterwards, we both remained naked and finished the remainder of my whiskey. There was
no petting or fondling such as two homosexuals are prone to do, just an intense discussion of 
what had taken place between us. Although both of us were more than a little drunk, I believe 
that we both appreciated the fact that we had experienced a milestone in our continuing sex 
lives.

I now felt I had explored sex completely.

CASE HISTORY - MARSHA & BECKY

I went wild the very first time I saw my sister with a dildo strapped about her waist. Becky 
was tall and thin-boned and maybe her knockers weren't very large, but they were rockhard, 
the rigid tips jutting right out at you.

"Pretend it's Ray's cock--" she aimed it at me, hovering over the edge of the bed. "Put your
hand on it, stroke it back and forth, Marsha!"

I brought my trembling hand up to the rubbery shaft, instantly amazed at the seemingly 
lifelike feel of it. Becky placed her hand on mine, urging me to stroke it back and forth, just 
like you would jerk off a real cock. Her other hand went down to my bare snatch, fingers 
gliding up and down my flaming red-haired snatch. I writhed and twisted to the feel of both 
delights, only wishing that I could be as aggressive as my sister.

"Loosen up--" she purred, running first one, and then two fingers up and down, in and out
of my moist and dripping ready cunt. "I'll get you ready for my cock--" I wondered where and 
how she got hold of it, in such a small town and no way to get out of it. Yeah, we were 
virtually prisoners, and would be for the next two years to come. Becky was already nineteen 
and I had just turned eighteen. We had both just been released from a girl's reformatory and 
placed on probation. Believe me, we were walking a tightrope all the way around. We had to 
live in a "morally" approved boarding house, and we both worked at my uncle's clothing store.
And once a week, every damned Tuesday evening, our probation officer called on us--a guy 
we had nicknamed "Big Mike."

I really dug the sight of Becky standing tall before me, that dildo strapped on, taking the 
place of her dark-haired cunt. I didn't bother to ask her how or where she got the damned 
thing, since she was the cunning one, the one who forever worked out the angles and 
shortcuts.

Becky's angles and shortcuts--that was exactly what had landed us in the Reform School 
for girls in the first place. We started skipping a lot of school in the city where we had been 
living at the time. We hustled around with a cycle gang who fed us and kept us in money. 
When we got picked up for truancy from school--that was when they discovered that my old 
lady had taken off with one of her boyfriends, leaving us behind to take care of ourselves. As 
for my old man, my old lady used that corny story about him getting killed in Viet Nam at the 
very beginning of the trouble over there. Shit, she didn't have the slightest idea who our 
father might have been.

But I'll tell you something crazy--Becky and I always sensed that whoever the fuck it was, 
he had fathered us both. We were just too damned much alike in more ways than just our 
looks. Maybe I was more filled out and had larger breasts than my older sister, and maybe she
was always a lot rougher than I was, but there was that unbreakable bond between us, that 
just had to go beyond having the same father In fact, when we were younger, we used to 
make a game of describing him, telling each other what he must have been like. Of course, we
made him out to be the most perfect human being in the world, especially since my old lady 
was such a sadistic bitch, forever taking the strap to us.

Well, like I was telling you, that fuckin' miserable small town was turning out to be more of
a prison than girls Reform School was. Out there, we could taste and smell real freedom, and 
yet it was just beyond our grasp, as we had to toe the mark while we were on probation.

On probation--I fisted my hand tightly on the cock-substitute, tensing at the delightful 
feel of my sister's fingers deliciously fucking me. At least they couldn't take that away from us, 
not once we locked our bedroom door at night and pulled down the shades. That helped a 
little to ease the tension, even though we didn't have a variety of other girls to make it with in 
three, four and even five and six way sex parties.

On probation--thanks to a bulldyke captain of the guards who had put in such a glowing 
account of our good behavior at the Reform School. I'll have to call her Miss Doe, since she's 
still in charge of the security up there, and I wouldn't want to get her in trouble.

Miss Doe had her big greedy eyes on me from the very beginning, and I can never forget 
how frightened I was the very first time she had chosen me to clean up her personal living 
quarters. I was sweeping up the floor of her combination living room-bedroom, and her big 
eyes never once left a portion of my anatomy alone.

"I could look after you," Miss Doe purred, coming from behind me, hooking her hands up 
on the throbbing of my breasts. "Give you all sorts of extra privileges--"

"Don't--" I pulled away from the touch of her. 'My sister looks after me," I cringed out of 
her reach. "Leave me alone--" Well, that put me back to work in the laundry and the kitchen 
and just about every crap detail in the place. And yet, old bulldyke Miss Doe never gave up, 
forever giving me a big smile, but I just couldn't seem to return it.

Once the lights went out, Becky was forever into the swing of wild making-out between 
the girls. At first, I was frightened by one of the girls reaching for my breasts, instantly shoving
her open mouth on mine. But Becky was always there, getting the girls to back off. But 
whenever my sister wanted to get in good with a girl who really had her eyes on me, she 
would encourage me to get in on the lovemaking.

So that was how the lesbian thing started, and grew and grew, the more we were stuck in 
that damned Reform School. That is, until Becky suddenly got in thick with old bulldyke Miss 
Doe.

"We could get out on probation in just two or three months," Becky hugged me one night,
holding me close to her and starting to cry. "I want to get out of here--" Becky made me get it
out of her, piece by piece, and I couldn't believe my ears at first. She said that if I gave in and 
let Bulldyke Miss Doe go down on me whenever she wanted--she would recommend us for 
probation.

"Only if you're there with me--" I cringed, sensing that was the only way I would be able to
go through with it. And I wanted out of that fuckin' hole as much as Becky did.

So that was how the three-way action really got hold, Becky and I with either another 
female partner, and then once we were free, with a third guy.

Two months of swinging with old bulldyke Miss Doe--almost every night, feeling her 
hands pawing all over me, her greedy mouth continually suctioning hard on my cunt and 
asshole. But with Becky there, loving me up, kissing and necking with me, I had made a big 
game of it. And this may seem crazy, but while the older woman was in charge of us by 
day--at night, during our sexual sprees she actually became our prisoner.

"Sit your pretty cunt right on my face--" she'd groan, actually urging me to piss in her 
mouth. And the old bitch would continually beg me to take the whip and slash it across her 
ass. I just couldn't do it, but Becky obliged her more than once, slashing it hard across her ass 
while she tongued out my pussy like crazy.

On probation--shit, we had to be in the boarding house by ten o'clock at night.

Becky edged herself on the bed, pulling me out of my thoughts of the recent past, 
bringing me smack up to the present and the dildo fisted tightly in my hand that had to be at 
least ten inches long and so beautifully thick and lifelike. Beneath it, right up snug to Becky's 
thighs, there was a pair of almost lifelike balls, hair and all.

"Spread 'em--" Becky's knees urged me to widen my thighs, the thick dildo-head instantly 
positioned at the start of my love-slit. I threw my arms about her back, running them right 
down to her smooth buttocks, pressing down hard in wild anticipation of getting a lot of 
make-believe cock.

"Pretend it's Ray's cock--" Becky repeated, her voice coming heavy now, obviously in one 
of her moods to really play out the male's role. "Tell me all about it, Marsha-honey--did it look
real big to you?"

I tensed, delightfully, edging my fingers all the way up into the crack of her ass, thinking 
about the quick glimpse of Ray's cock earlier that evening.

Ray's cock--I concentrated fully on the tall, lean-framed boy a year or so older than I was. I
really dug his handsome face and the thick crop of dark hair. I wanted him--and I knew he had
his eye out for me--but his sonuvabitchin' old lady ran the boarding house and watched us 
like a hawk.

"They've been in trouble," I had heard her whisper to Ray on more than one occasion. "The
authorities asked me to put them up--so it's my duty, just as long as they behave. And you 
stay away from them no-good girls!"

Ray was a Mommy's boy, that became apparent after the first few days at the boarding 
house. He didn't stray too far off from his mother's apron strings. He slept in the room right 
down the hall from us, but his mother's room was right alongside his. The old bitch was 
forever lamenting about how her no-account tramp of a husband had deserted them. Well, 
shit, I could easily understand why any guy would take off to not have to put up with her. And 
I wondered why Ray put up with it, why he actually seemed afraid of her.

I had caught Ray staring at me in that certain way continually, his eyes straying from the 
high rise of my tightly sweatered breasts down to the hemline of my mini. And in my 
frustration, believe me, I twisted and turned more than once, giving him a straight-up view of 
the crotch of my panties. I couldn't be mean, but I found myself doing that more and more 
when I sensed his old lady had her big eyes hooked on us, protecting her darling son from a 
tramp like me or my sister Becky.

Becky went our of her way to turn on Ray, really pressing and shoving up against him 
every time she had a chance, always making it appear to be an accident. Like I said, I always 
wished I had my sister's nerve.

Ray's cock--semi-hard and dangling down over the toilet bowl--he was shaking it, 
supposedly getting the last drops of piss out of it. I had opened the bathroom door, and it 
wasn't locked. I hooked instantly into the beautiful sight of Ray holding his long and thick 
cock, shaking it up and down. He looked at me, hesitated, and only then did he turn away 
from me.

I started to mouth the idiotic words that I was sorry--when I sure as hell wasn't--but they 
just stuck there, somewhere down in my throat.

I slammed the door closed in a hurry, rushing to my room, slamming that door closed 
even faster. Becky had stared at me, using the line about my looking as though I had seen a 
ghost. She roared with' laughter, falling on the bed when I blurted out that I had seen Ray's 
cock.

Ray's cock--I closed my eyes, returning to the reality of my sister positioned in the saddle 
between my outstretched thighs, the head of the dildo started into my loveslit. I let out a little 
groan, a starting click and Becky drove the strapped-on dildo right into the core of my vagina.
I bit at my lower lip, closing my eyes tighter and tighter, the image of Ray standing there 
shaking his long reel of cock coming in loud and clear on the blackboard of my mind.

Animal sounds--that was all we needed, my thighs spreading wider and wider, Becky 
continually thrusting the dildo in and out of my aching cunt. I wanted to shout and scream for
her to give it to me, to really throw me a wild dildo-fuck as a substitute for the sight of Ray's 
cock that I really wanted so badly.

I wanted to get fucked by the real thing--I found myself churning wildly, accepting the 
steady thrusting of the dildo while that was all I could get. I dug my hands even firmer about 
Becky, fingers digging into the crack of her ass, grateful that she was taking care of my 
frustrations the best she could.

Cock--Ray's cock--a lot of other very real cocks--getting a steady pistoning of the dildo, I 
looked forward to a fantasy future of all the fantastic cock I would ever want. Cocks in all sizes 
and shapes, circumcised and uncircumcised. Thick ones--long ones--cocks, cocks, cocks--and 
then more cocks!

Wild--really wild, getting beautifully dildo-fucked by my sister, I imagined her bringing all 
those cocks to me. I imagined myself only getting fucked by the cocks she picked out, always 
having her there to watch over me, to be certain the guys did it right, and really showed me a 
great time.

--And to look after me, to be certain that no guy would ever get too rough with me. From 
when I was a little girl, when the old lady used to beat us senseless for the most trifling 
wrongdoings, I always had a fear of being hurt. I can still remember how in sharp contrast 
Becky would grit her teeth and take punishment of any kind, fists, strap or whip. Even at 
Reform School, I had watched her laughing while taking the whip from one of the rougher 
guards who had caught her stealing a piece of cake out of the kitchen after dinner time.

Substitute cock pistoning in and out of me, so fully and so fantastically, I thought of that 
whip slashing across Becky's back, and her laughing it up louder and louder, telling the guard 
to go fuck herself, that the cake was so stale she should've shoved it up her asshole. Becky 
could take the cruel knocks of the world, I realized, clinging to her all the more, accepting the 
dildo-fucking that had to take the place of the real thing. I couldn't take the hard knocks, and 
I shuddered at the thought of ever making it alone out there in the world.

"Now--now--" I moaned, shoving and gyrating my more and more wildly up against the 
thrusting of the dildo. I could feel my hot cream about to spurt, and I sensed Becky getting 
her hand right down in there, right up into the inner reaches of my thighs.

"Almost real--" she tightened, squeezing the bag and letting a thick substance spurt 
deliciously inside my cunt, at the precise moment to flow and mingle with mine.

Then I felt more hot cream flowing and ebbing down my thigh. The real thing, where my 
sister had orgasmed without even touching her own twat.

"Thank you--thank you!" I had to hug and kiss my sister, flicking kisses all over her face 
and the side of her neck in the beautiful feeling of satisfaction. And in the warmth of each 
other's arms we would fall asleep, our door safely locked. Yeah, but then the fuckin' cruel 
morning always arrived, and we'd have to get up early to a quick breakfast and off to work at 
my uncle's store.

Now and then, a quick glance at Ray on his way to or from the bathroom, so often a 
bulging mass obvious at the crotch of his trousers. And at those times, it always seemed that 
his sonuvabitchin' old lady was nearby or shouting for everyone to go down to breakfast.

How many times I thought of asking Ray to meet me somewhere on a deserted lane, any 
damned place--but always I would back out of it, telling myself that if he didn't have the nerve
to approach me, he could go fuck himself. Shit, I'd have met him anywhere. By that stage of 
my growing life, I'd have made it with him in any ditch or behind any bush. But he just didn't 
seem to have the balls to ask me-- --At night, I could always depend on Becky's dildo 
strapped expertly about her waist, ready to fuck me real manstyle. I could play out all my 
fantasies of Ray, and of the handsome men I had noticed in the store during the day.

Cocks --cocks--and more cocks--I experienced them all in my make-believe, behind a 
locked bedroom door, with Becky shoving the cock-substitute in and out of my aching cunt.

Give it to me--shove it to me--All I could think about was getting the real thing--the very 
real, living, breathing, throbbing variety of cock--like I had seen dangling so deliciously on Ray
as he stood over the toilet bowl. A vision can last only so long, and mine was wearing thin. 
Making it to sleep night after night, my hot cream spurting forth to the thrusting of a dildo, I 
thanked Becky less and less. And then came the night that I cried, not even experiencing an 
orgasm.

"You want the real thing, don't you?--" Becky read my mind, pulling me closer into her 
arms and holding me all night long.

The real thing happened to me that very next night--thanks to Becky. Ray's mother never 
seemed to go to her bedroom until everyone else was in and asleep--the fuckin' protector of 
everybody's morals. Well, that night she got very drowsy, only minutes after she had her 
evening tea. Much to my surprise--and even more to Ray's surprise--she nodded her 
goodnight to all of us and trudged her big body up the stairway and directly into her 
bedroom.

"Why don't you come over to our room, Ray?" Becky came right out with it, while I sat 
there and trembled. "We'll have some real fun."

"My mother" Ray nervously looked up the stairway, his bulging crotch getting more 
evident with the passing seconds. "She's a light sleeper--"

"Not tonight," Becky cut in, holding back her laughter. She held up a bottle of sleeping 
pills and playfully imitated how she had dropped two sleeping pills into the old bitch's tea.

My hand solidly on Ray's bulging crotch--that's the first thing I remember about him 
entering our room, Becky locking the door behind him. Ray's mouth was instantly on mine, his
tongue awkwardly slithering and trying to twine mine. All the while his bulging crotch was 
right up close to the V of my thighs. I couldn't hold back, I had to get my hand right down 
there and rub and maul the mountainous crotch.

"Get your hand right in there--" Becky sneaked her hand in long enough to unzip his fly. 
And in my hand went, struggling to get at the tight fly of his briefs. I tugged it right out, balls 
and all, my hand tingling with anticipation as I fisted it tightly. Hard and throbbing--so much 
in contrast to how I had seen it dangling over the toilet bowl, urging the last few drops of his 
piss out of it. I loved the touch of it, as though it could talk back to me--so much more 
fantastic than the feel of the dildo.

Becky grabbed one of Ray's hands and shoved it right up under my dress. She pulled 
down instantly on my panties and planted his hand solidly on my lovemound. That was all the 
help he needed, his fingers instantly gliding up and down the length of my loveslit, jabbing in 
and out. of the moist well.

My panties down, Becky spread my thighs out the limit, Ray's fingers growing more urgent
in and out of the spread-out loveslit. I writhed and twisted, biting my lower lip to not scream 
out my ecstasy. Ray's fingers were fantast c in and out of my cunt, my sister's hands firm and 
smooth up and down the inner reaches of my thighs.

I could feel one of my sister's hands going up underneath to capture my rear-end. I edged
upward, writhing to the feel of male fingers in my cunt, suddenly tightening at the feel of the 
thin fingers gliding up and down the length of my asshole. I loved the double attention, 
twisting and turning, meeting the jab of fingers up my cunt, buckling to the feel of more 
being shoved up my asshole. Ray in front--Becky doing her finger-thing at my rear-I went 
wild.

The finger-action in full swing, Ray brought his mouth down on mine again, this time his 
tongue slithering surely to wreak sexual havoc in the furthest reaches of my mouth. From up 
under, Becky was not to be outdone, suctioning her mouth hard on the flesh at the soft of my 
neck. I writhed and twisted to fingers and mouths--male and female--all loving me up, making
me the pivotal point, the center of sexual attraction.

My skirt and blouse and half-slip suddenly seemed so damned cumbersome, and I wanted
them off my body instantly. I had loved how Becky had yanked down my panties, as I had 
kicked off my sandals. Then I had to be totally nude and free, ready to throw my body in any 
and all directions, taking on both of my loving comers.

I only had to work my eyes over at Becky once, and she knew what I wanted. She eased 
the fingers out of my asshole and instantly started undressing me. Ray got the idea and 
yanked off his T-shirt, showing a suntanned and muscle-ripped chest and a beautifully taut 
stomach. I loved the way he seemed to assert himself unbuckling his belt and tugging 
downward on the trousers. He kicked his loafers off and had his socks off in record time.

A thick prod of cock sticking out of his jockey shorts, the balls hanging low... I loved the 
sight of it. Becky had me completely nude just as he was about to hook his fingers into the 
waistband of his briefs and tug them down. I grunted, nodding negatively and hooked my 
fingers into the waistband of his shorts. That had been a part of my fantasy, taking down his 
shorts and really letting all that thick cock jut proudly forward.

"Down... " was all I murmured, fixing my eyes on the flat of his stomach at the waistband. I 
lowered them slowly, making a ritual of getting him totally undressed. Becky suddenly tore 
into the job of removing her clothing, letting it fly all over the room, getting right down to her
panties and bra... while I had only edged his briefs down slightly, letting the thick bush of 
black hair come into my line of sight.

"Free that cock--" Becky shrilled, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting her smallish, 
rockhard breasts burst forward. "Free'n easy... " she was instantly tugging off her panties.

"Down... " I groaned in ecstasy, the saliva swelling up in my mouth. I had to snap out and 
really pull to get the briefs down over the long and thick prod of cock sticking out of the 
narrow fly-slit. All his hard meat bobbed beautifully into sight, so damned close to my 
mouth... closer and closer, bobbing up and down... I brought my anxious mouth to where it 
was really at. I could pull in and get the fantastic masculine aroma of him through my tune-in 
nostrils. Closer and closer, I could sense a drop of saliva about to start at the comer of my lips.

"Kiss it... " Becky's hands tapped out the message at the back of my head, one hand going 
down to squeeze and maul my breasts. "Mouth it, mouth it, get the taste of it!"

We tumbled down on the bed, Ray's legs parting wide and my mouth going right down 
there to the thick cockhead. My lips caressed the tip, my tongue instantly out to slither up and
around it. I hooked my arms about his thighs, getting my face right up flush to his throbbing 
cock and his low-slung balls. I ran my tongue down in an experimental trip, down... down... 
down to taste the full length of his throbbing meat, skirting wildly about the skin of it. And 
yeah, going wild at the thought of actually opening my mouth wide and lunging downward 
on the entire thick shaft of pulsating prick.

I hesitated, slowing my tongue-kisses at the base of his swollen prick, wild at the sight of 
his enormous balls. I could feel the throbbing of my pussy and I longed to go all the way with 
my mouth, right down over all of his meat--yeah, and be what the girls at the Reform School 
used to forever yell: A cocksucker...

A hard cock was there, my lips having sampled all about it, my tongue running over every 
last bit of it. A hard cock seemed to be throbbing and screaming for me to open my mouth 
wide and lunge down on it, sucking, sucking it all up and down. If that's what being a 
cocksucker was all about--I was ready to have the whole world chorus it, shouting and 
screaming that I was a cocksucker.

... I wanted to, my lips moving back up to the tip of his meat, slowly making the long trip 
of hard cock... but I didn't quite have the nerve to try it, telling myself that I should put my 
back flat on the bed and spread my legs out and have Ray shove his cock into me--his very 
real cock.

Then I felt it, and I had to tighten at the fantastic feel of Becky's tongue darting in and out 
of my moist cunt, gliding beautifully back and forth, digging and jabbing, making the first of 
my love juices start to flow.

My mouth opened wide, her tongue up my cunt giving me the sense of wild abandon I 
needed, and I lunged down on the full length of his swollen prick. I didn't stop until I was all 
the way down, the thick cock head sliding past my tonsils, making the start of my throat raw 
and scratchy. I gave it that last slam, feeling the pain all the more in my throat, his enormous 
balls banging deliciously into my chin.

Becky's steel-like tongue up my cunt set the pace, urging me to piston my mouth fully on 
the thick and swollen prick. I sucked harder, getting one hand down underneath his buttocks 
and up the crack of his ass, the other one playing around with one of Becky's delightfully hard 
breasts. The tip was so rigid and fantastic to my touch, and I continually rolled my fingers 
about it. My mouth never missed a beat, thrusting up and down, seemingly in time with the 
tip of my sister's tongue doing beautiful things up my cunt.

I continually tightened up on my twat, anticipating when she would pull out her tongue, 
and Ray would jam his swollen prick right up into the core of me. I suctioned harder on the 
cock, letting my greedy mouth go all the way down on it, harder and harder, telling myself 
that I might never let go of it.

... And yet my cunt longed for the feel of a cock--a real, live cock thrusting in and out of it. 
Crazy, but I kept telling myself that it would be my first real cock, when I had been fucked a 
few times before they had sent us to the Girls Reformatory. But back then, it seemed only to 
be considered part of the gang, to please Becky's friends in the cycle club. I could recall the 
feel of cock thrusting in and out of my young pussy, but it wasn't as though I was totally a 
part of it. It was somebody doing something to me--and not really two people doing 
something together.

Two people doing it together--I sucked all the harder on the swollen prick my cunt 
anticipated--that was what fucking really had to be all about. And it sure as hell wasn't 
something you could get from a strapped-on dildo, no matter how my sister tried to play out 
the male role.

Cock-to-cunt... I went wild with anticipation. I edged my mouth off the cock, looking up at 
Ray, and he got the idea in a hurry. His hands guided me down flat on my back, and almost 
instantly, Becky's hands were widening my thighs again, getting Ray into position to throw me
a lot of cock.

"Give it to her--give it to her... " And I had to tighten, feeling the first solid cockthrust crash
right into me, jamming all of my pussy made so moist and ready by Becky's tongue. I clung to 
Ray, getting my arms solidly about him, my nails digging into the flesh of his back.

I let out a low guttural cry that in its wildest sense of animalism meant: Give it to me, shove
cock to me--fuck me like crazy. Ray went beautifully into motion, thrusting hot cock into me 
faster and faster. I looked up at Becky kneeling and hovering over the wild fucking action, and 
I dreaded the thought of her being left out. I urged her over to me, moaning for her to get her
mouth down on mine. Then I really went wild throwing Ray my cunt, while my sister 
soul-kissed me, seemingly telling me how happy she was for me to be getting the cock I so 
desperately craved.

I loved the feel of her tongue darting and jabbing all the way in my mouth, going to the 
furthest reaches, seemingly tongue-fucking my mouth, as Ray's cock fucked my cunt. I threw 
my thighs even wider apart, my toes aimed toward the ceiling, wanting to screech out my joy, 
thankful that Becky's mouth over mine forced down my possible screams of delight--screams 
of delight that would be loud enough to not only wake up the entire boarding house but the 
entire village. Screams of delight that would translate loud and clear into: I'm getting fucked 
by a real cock! And being loved beautifully by my sister! --And the rest of the world could go 
take a flying fuck at the moon.

Cock... cock... cock... I thought it would never stop coming at me, coming strong, slamming
my pussy all over the place, forcing me to widen my thighs all the more and slam my legs up 
even more to the ceiling.

I gasped loudly under the pressure of Becky's mouth solidly on mine, her tongue doing 
wonders to the furthest reaches of my mouth, a tingling sensation crawling up under the 
sweaty inner reaches of my thighs. Right up the crack of my ass, I felt the finger tracing fully, 
gliding and then digging and probing.

Ray's hands were solidly beneath me, all fingers pressing hard and accounted for as he 
thrust the hot and heavy cock to me.

Becky's finger... it drove the crack of my ass wild, and I suddenly wanted to feel a cock 
right up my rear-just as wild and crazy as I was getting it shoved up my cunt.

"Now--now!" Ray's voice was raspy and urgent. "I can't hold it--oh, now... " I could feel his 
hot cream spurting into me, really sending me reeling, erupting my love juice to flow freely 
with his.

I tensed, enjoying the feel of Ray's spent cock still lodged tightly up my cunt. I brought my
legs close together, not wanting his cock to escape from me. And at the same time I locked 
Becky's hand between my thighs, right up into the inner reaches, that finger still deliciously 
stuck right up my asshole.

The beautiful rest, catching our breath, hugging and tugging closer and closer together. I 
was in ecstasy, loving the feel of the thin finger up my ass, the spent cock up my cunt. I let out
a low grunt of joy and worked my open mouth back and forth from Ray to my sister, wanting 
to feel as much of their mouths as close together as I possibly could.

"Something's happening again," Ray murmured, but he hardly had to tell me. I could feel 
his cock springing back to life again, seemingly swelling up all the more the second time 
around, the width and girth of it ballooning my cunt as it grew so rapidly in leaps and bounds.
I tightened and loosened my vagina muscles, working the walls in and out, giving his 
re-hardening cock a sample of even greater things to come the second time around.

... And that fantastic finger up my asshole! I writhed and twisted to the way Becky would 
crook her finger right up inside my asshole, bending and twisting it about right up into the 
shit-trail.

The second-time around... I wanted it front and back, and when Becky rimmed her finger 
around and around, all I had to do was call out her name and plead: "Oh, please!"

Becky knew what I wanted, and left us long enough to yank the dildo out of its hiding 
place in the bottom drawer of her dresser. I let out a loud and clear sigh of approval as I 
watched Becky strap it on into position, directly over her dark-haired cunt. Looking up at her, I
was totally aware of the masculine aura she took on, the sureness that came to every 
tightened muscle of her body as she adjusted her substitute cock into position, proudly 
aiming it down toward my asshole.

"What the hell--" Ray gasped, dumbfounded at the sight of the dildo strapped on Becky. I 
wanted to shout out that since he had been so damned frightened to make the first move, I 
had depended on that dildo night after night, loving it since it was the best I could get, always
faithful to get me to erupt my hot cream.

Becky got on the bed with us, and motioned for Ray to do his fucking from a side position,
while she directed the make-believe cock head at the crack of my ass. I wanted to really feel 
something great up my asshole, and I wasn't about to settle for the two-way fucking gently on
my side. They'd both be so damned concerned to not hurt me--and I wanted to feel 
cock--real and make-believe--coming at me both ways, hot and heavy.

"I'll try it on top!" I suddenly positioned myself in the superior manner over Ray's cock, my 
fingers instantly down there to spread out my pussy-lips all the wider.

I twisted my face up sideways, offering my mouth again to Becky.

"My precious darling--" she brought her mouth down on mine, easing the pain of the 
initial thrust of the dildo down into my asshole. I let out that low guttural click and she edged 
her mouth away from mine, really thrusting all of the ten-inched dildo into my asshole, 
seemingly about to split me apart. I strained and lunged my torso downward, gliding my 
wide-open cunt down on the flagpole jut of Ray's cock.

Becky stopped short, easing up, and I knew she did not want to hurt me. "Don't stop--" I 
whimpered. "Oh, please--" And I set my cunt in motion, fucking Ray's cock hard and heavy. 
Becky had to come along for the ride, each time thrusting her dildo further and further into 
my as- hole.

Real cock up front... the dildo variety at my rear... I could feel myself being buffeted back 
and forth, hands grabbing at me from both sides. I took one of my sister's hands and placed it
on the high rise of one breast, urging her to play with the rigid tip, still shoving the dildo up 
my asshole. I reached for one of Ray's hands and planted it beautifully on my other breast, 
urging him to not stop the great thrusting of his cock up my cunt.

A male hand... a female hand... both fevering my knockers, both delightful in their own 
ways. I tightened, lengthening my body the limit, soaring to the feel of those two hands 
keeping time on my breasts, fucking me harder and harder, each working as though they 
wanted to join up inside me.

"Oh, give it to me... " I barely managed to whimper, being worked back and forth, cock up 
my cunt, dildo up my ass. "Oh, give it to me..." I writhed, the hands continually finding new 
motions on my breasts.

I could sense the windup, and I worked myself down fully on Ray's cock, continually telling 
myself that I was fucking his cock as I lowered and raised my aching pussy on it. Faster and 
faster, I had to screech out my readiness.

"Now--now... " Ray agonized beneath me, and I worked my sore twat the limit, ramming it 
down over the swollen prick for the windup until I couldn't hold myself up any longer and I 
collapsed on him, spurting all my hot cream as he erupted his love juice.

A wild pile--that's exactly what the three of us resembled on the bed, struggling to catch 
our breath and unhook our bodies. I suddenly realized that Becky was on top of me, the dildo 
out of my asshole. I playfully flipped her on one side and grabbed Ray's hand. I lifted the 
strapped-on dildo upward on her stomach and guided Ray's fingers to her moist love-slit. The
moment he jammed fingers of his hand up her cunt I went to work from the other side and 
sneaked two more fingers up into the moist and ready slit. We dug and jabbed together, 
ramming our fingers in and out, feeling Becky continually writhe and twist to the feeling of all 
the fingers we had managed to get up into her aching twat.

She had to choke back a gasp, too turned-on to express it in words, and as she shuddered 
and buckled we got a lot of sticky fingers. The laughter was contagious and Becky was the one
to warn us to keep it down to not wake up the other boarders. And even though she had 
slipped Ray's mother a couple of sleeping pills, we still had to play it cool, no need for foolish 
chances.

Probation... we always had that hanging over our heads, and one bad word from Ray's 
mother or my uncle at the store, and we'd both be back in the Reformatory.

Ray's sonuvabitchin' old lady bragged the next day how she had finally had her first 
decent night's sleep in a long time. At the breakfast table, Becky winked at me and Ray, and 
we all knew that Becky would see to it that the old bat got quite a few more nights of sound 
sleep--leaving us free for our fuck and suck parties.

The sexual spree also seemed to put a new measure of boldness in Ray that I was pleased 
to see. Like that morning, when he entered the bathroom as I was leaving it. Directly into the 
arch of the doorway, he glanced quickly both ways and then planted his lips solidly on mine 
for one delicious moment. Even more exciting was how he had quickly darted his hand 
underneath my bathrobe and hooked it onto the filmy crotch of my panties. A finger was right
up there, gliding a quick up-and-down on the indentation of my love-slit, and it seemed like a
very special way of saying good morning. I loved it, and looked forward to many more wild 
parties--and that very night.

My entire outlook changed from that very first morning after all that rewarding sexual 
freedom. I can distinctly remember my change in attitude walking to work with Becky. I felt so 
damned giddy and wonderful, and I had to restrain an urge to start skipping like a little girl. I 
can remember passing a number of handsome men along the way and actually smiling at 
them, giving their crotch-areas a quick going-over.

"Marsha, be careful--" Becky, usually the daring one, whispered to me.

"I feel so free... " And my eyes hooked solidly on the form-fitting uniform of the village's 
only daytime cop. I threw him a smile, and he returned it, giving a nod of approval as he did, 
his eyes taking in all of me in my summerish blouse, mini-skirt and sandals. I had noticed the 
ruggedly handsome cop before, but I had always lowered my head and had skirted about him.
He had to be at least six and a half feet tall, with those fantastically broad shoulders that 
tapered down perfectly to a very trim waist. That one really solid glance I had thrown him had 
made me smile, telling myself that he was a younger carbon copy of a John Wayne. And with 
that gun strapped to one side on his snug-fitting khaki trousers, I could have easily gone the 
limit of the fantasy of a Wild West lover.

Slightly past him on the sidewalk, I could sense that he had turned his head to get a rear 
view of me. Becky was on the other side of me, but I knew damned well all his attention was 
meant for me, I had that feeling about it.

"Hi, Dan!" an older man called out to the cop, and I repeated his name over and over 
again as I imprinted the image of his masculine frame before me, especially where it tapered 
down to the V of his thighs up front. And as long as I was at it, I bulged up his crotch even 
more than I had actually seen it, my brain straining to imagine him with an enormously 
swollen prick anxious to escape his trousers.

And I was just the girl to pull it out of his pants, I lewdly told myself, fully enjoying my new 
sense of boldness. It was just amazing to me what one night of cock and real loving could do 
for a girl.

Becky scolded me, telling me that I had been quite obvious about smiling at the 
handsome cop. Then she reminded me of our shackles of the mind--our probation.

"I wonder if he's married..." I let my words trail, not wanting to think of our probation. 
Entering the store for another day of work, I preferred to have pleasant thoughts of the cop 
who seemed to be in his early twenties. Crazy... but I thought of him towering over me, and in 
being a protector to me--like Becky.

"You'd better stop it!" Becky cut back, and I had to stop short right at the entrance to the 
store as I could tell that Becky was so obviously jealous of the way I was suddenly interested in
the young cop. "He spells trouble--" she tightlipped, as though placing the same brand on 
any and all of the law and how it held us down.

Becky didn't talk to me for most of that morning, and I could sense that she worried about
my getting involved with the type of guy who would naturally want to take me by myself. Ray 
was different, a guy like that could be handled, and she would always be around and into the 
action. Finally, she slipped over to where I was putting T-shirts and summer shorts up on a 
display rack and she whispered that she'd slip a couple more sleeping pills into the old bitch's 
tea that night, and that we'd have another wild party with Ray.

"Just the three of us... " she let her words trail off as she went back to her work at the 
ladies' lingerie counter.

"Hi, Dan!" I heard my Uncle's voice boom, and I jumped up and caught the young cop 
striding in, that certain sensual gait about him. My uncle was on the phone and went back to 
his conversation.

From across the store, I could see his smile widen as he stared over to me. I returned the 
smile, arching forward, feeling an instant rigidity at the tips of my breasts, my pussy forming 
moist beads. Becky glared between us, showing her disapproval. He seemed oblivious to her 
and he took long steps directly up to where I had been putting out new merchandise in the 
men's section of the clothing store.

Suddenly I realized why everyone seemed so enthusiastic when they called out his name. I 
almost wanted to beam it myself: "Hi, Dan!" But I didn't dare, settling for a steady smile as he 
approached me and slowed up his steps directly in front of the men's underwear counter.

"Are you Marsha or Becky?" he asked, since he had obviously heard about us and knew my
uncle so well.

"Marsha... " And then I felt so damned ridiculous that I just had no idea of how to carry on 
a conversation with a mature male. "Can I help you with anything?" I could only muster up the
one business line.

"Yeah... " he beamed me a playful smile, and his eyes went to the neatly stacked rows of 
jockey shorts. "I could use some of these." And he held one size in one hand, another waist 
size in the other. "I seem to be somewhere in the middle of wearing thirty-two or a 
thirty-four... so how do I decide?"

Nice and tight... I kept the thought within me, my eyes instantly going to the pouch area 
of the package of briefs. I shifted my gaze completely over to the package of jockey shorts 
with the smallest waist size, working up an instant fantasy of his bulging cock and balls 
jammed up into the pouch--right before my greedy eyes and mouth. I couldn't muster up any
words, but I extended my hand out toward the smaller and tighter shorts, and he handed 
them to me.

"I'll take 'em," he beamed, hooking his eyes into the high rise of my summerish blouse, my
bra-imprisoned breasts throbbing hard and loud.

It's crazy how you can remember certain details so distinctly, while other broader aspects 
seem so damned vague. I remember taking the shorts in my hand, my fingers trembling on 
the crotch area--my brain buzzing how he would be having a lot of hard cock and balls 
jammed up inside the cotton material. I can remember hesitating the few seconds that 
seemed an eternity until I got them in the bag. I can't begin to tell you how nervous I was 
while I rang up his money and gave him his change. And to make it worse, I could feel Becky's 
eyes scorching right in between us, the jealousy so damned obvious by her actions.

He nodded his goodbye and I was certain that his eyes went down to the V of my thighs, 
dancing right above the hemline of my mini. I could only manage a nod, my eyes -zooming in 
quickly on what I thought was a rapidly rising crotch.

I watched him exit, and I hated how everyone knew that we were on probation, and had to
be watched and curtailed in so many different ways. I could feel the frustration bottling up 
within me, certain I would never be able to get a guy like Dan--all for myself. I glanced over at 
Becky, and I couldn't help feeling selfish about the guy--I just wanted to know what it would 
be like to have a guy like Dan all to myself, especially in bed.

"Did you take good care of Dan?" my uncle asked me, the moment he was off the phone. 
"He's a really good guy."

I nodded that I had, and to myself I added: not as good as I had wanted to. For if I had 
been free to do that, I would have been right down on my knees, in the position of 
cock-worship, bringing his briefs down, letting all that fantastic male meat jut proudly before 
my lips. If I had been free to really take care of him, my mouth would have gone right down 
on all of his masculine equipment, from the head of his cock, right down to his balls--and then
maybe even up the crack of his ass. I would have tongue worshipped him all the way, my 
nostrils sucking in to get the total aroma of him.

"Watch my counter--" I brushed past my sister, and hurried to the small bathroom at the 
rear of the store. I closed the door behind me, making damned certain the lock worked. I 
clenched and unclenched my fist, telling myself how badly I needed a fix from a guy like 
Dan--yeah, a cock-fix, all over my body, from my mouth to my cunt--and then right up my 
asshole.

"Oh, Dan... " I tried his name on for size, whispering hoarsely, the small bathroom suddenly
very close and stifling. I echoed his name over and over again, putting my hands on my knees 
and gliding them firmly up my thighs... all the way, edging continually up into the inner 
reaches, right to the rim of my panties.

"Oh, Dan... " my fuckin' panties suddenly seemed glued to me and I had to tug them 
down, all the way down until they were down about my ankles. In sheer frustration I kicked 
them off my feet and jammed both hands up solidly over my lovemound, calling out the 
handsome cop's name, inwardly screeching to have his cock where I had to settle for my 
hands.

"Oh, Dan... " I brought in a crystal-clear fantasy of the ruggedly built cop undressing 
before me. I jabbed fingers of both hands right up my aching cunt the very moment I 
imagined him removing his visor cap, his thick locks of black hair tumbling freely down his 
forehead. I jabbed fingers cock-like in and out of my moist and dripping cunt, suppressing my
moans at the fantasy of him unbuttoning his formfitting Ike-jacket, each button becoming a 
highly sensual affair. Then his shirt, button by button, and all the while his bulging crotch 
growing by leaps and bounds, throbbing loud and clear before my very eyes.

My fantasy got stronger, coming in clearer and clearer, distinctly bringing in every muscled
ripple of his chest and the taut flat of his stomach as he yanked off his undershirt.

I had to spread my thighs all the wider, dig more fingers of both hands up my screaming 
cunt--my fantasy bringing in the sight of Dan unstrapping his holster and putting his gun to 
one side. I thought of the weapon as the force to keep me from fooling around with other 
guys, that I would have to be true to him. Yeah, that a guy like Dan could always throw me 
enough cock, morning, noon or night to keep me totally satisfied.

My fingers grew sadistic, and suddenly I found myself enjoying the feel of pain up my 
love-trail--his hands so surely unbuckling his belt, undoing the top button and then unzipping
his fly. I had a rough time of suppressing my inner emotions, telling myself that I could clearly 
visualize his throbbing, living, breathing crotch-bulge zoom in closer to me, restrained only by
the pouch of the briefs.

I had touched the shorts he would be wearing... it was easy to fantasize my eyes fixed on 
the pouch jampacked with hard meat and large balls. That was exactly what my entire vision 
loomed large on, the very moment I had imagined him hurrying out of his shoes and socks. 
Down came the trousers of his uniform... the fantasy seeming so real, my fingers saluting the 
delicious sight by digging harder and harder up into my moist and dripping cunt.

The bathroom door was locked, but the wood was damned thin, and I had to bite hard at 
my lower lip to not scream out in ecstasy as I imagined him hooking his hands into the 
waistband of his final male garment. I rammed harder and harder on my fingers up my 
love-trail, with nowhere else to go. I fantasized the eyeballs the size of melons as they zoomed
in on the lowering of his shorts and the instant bobbing up of his unbelievably long length of 
swollen prick. I finger-fucked like crazy, my imagination following the downward sweep of his 
shorts until he could kick them off his feet.

All that solid masculine frame standing before me--the beautiful fantasy in an ugly, small 
bathroom. And that throbbing cock, so hard and perfectly shaped, the thick head circumcised 
and beckoning loudly to me. I had to reach out for it, I just had to, fantasy and reality getting 
all mixed up in that close room with a slightly foul odor. I pulled my hands out of the reality of
my moist and dripping cunt--reaching out suddenly for the fantasy of Dan's beautifully hard 
and throbbing cock.

My hands grabbed a lot of nothing--and my frustration mounted by leaps and bounds, 
and I wanted to cry.

The hard cock... so inviting in my make-believe... it just wasn't there, and it never would 
be... not for a girl like me, a girl fresh out of Girls Reformatory and still on probation...

My frustration mounted, and my pussy still ached and throbbed. My hands were flaying 
about in space, but there was hard cock to grasp... I wanted to slam my hands hard into the 
wall beyond the toilet bowl. And then it happened--my hands hooked solidly onto something 
long and hard and perfectly rounded. I brought it up to me, wheeling it about and aiming it at
the start of my throbbing pussy.

I stopped short, taking hold of my senses, forcing myself to realize that the phallic symbol 
was a splintery old, broom handle. I ran my hands up and down it... long, hard and round...

The small ugly room seemed ready to swirl about me, to take me with it into oblivion. I 
wanted to shout ugly words at all the fuckin' rotten world that was forever imprisoning me. I 
had to do something... I positioned the broom at the base of the locked bathroom door, 
working it up at an angle. Yeah, I widened my thighs and shoved it right up into my cunt.

Oh, fuck me Dan... I glowed, inwardly repeating the words to bridge the reality of the 
wooden broom handle to the fantasy of Dan's swollen prick. "Oh, shove it to me, lover--" I 
inwardly murmured, broom-handle fucking my cunt wildly, deeper and deeper--feeling a few 
splinters stabbing into the delicate vagina walls that pulsated so wildly.

"Oh, now... now... " I gasped, spurting my hot cream all over the broom handle.

The pain--I could feel the scorching pain the very moment the last drop of hot juice 
spurted from the well of me. I had to back off the broom easily, holding back my urge to 
scream out at the excruciating pain. I edged it slowly out, amazed at the amount I had worked
up into my cunt, certain it had to be over a foot of make-believe cock.

"Marsha?" I heard my sister's voice outside the locked bathroom door. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah... " I hurriedly made myself presentable, wiping off the thick stuff from the broom 
handle with a wad of toilet paper. But I knew differently--I wouldn't be all right until I had a 
"Dan-type-of-guy" in my life--and all to myself.

That night, I couldn't wait for Becky to slip a couple of sleeping pills into the old bitch's tea
at the other prison of my life--that fuckin' crummy boarding house. I needed Ray's very real 
cock to really go at my never-ending fantasy of having that handsome cop named Dan.

"You're actin' different... " Becky whispered hoarsely, the moment the three of us were at it,
alone in our room. I had insisted on Ray standing away from me and slowly taking off his 
clothes--yeah, since I wanted to rework my fantasy of Dan undressing before me in that 
crummy bathroom at the rear of the store.

I glared over at her, and then at Ray, running my hands down my mini-skirted thighs. My 
look told them loud and clear, that we did it my way or not at all. I got down on my knees, 
across the room from Ray and the very moment he started to undress, I started crawling over 
to him. I went all the way in my game of make-believe, thoroughly selling myself a sexual bill 
of goods that I was watching the handsome cop undress instead of a boy of nineteen. Becky 
must have sensed that I didn't want her to start undressing and she remained fixed, totally 
bewildered by the sight of me down on my knees, slowly crawling over to Ray as he hurriedly 
undressed. I wanted to scream out for Ray to do it more forcefully, to be more sure of himself,
especially the way he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

I crawled closer and closer, as though I was measuring the distance to him by the pieces of
clothing he removed. I edged closer and closer to him, eyes fixed on him as he removed his 
shoes and socks and then undid the buckle of his belt. I had to beef up the act in my fantasy, 
picturing it way the more mature male would have done it. I fixed my eyes on the unzipping of
Ray's fly, and then the anxious downward tug of his denims.

Right up flush to a bulging pouchful of throbbing cock... I was right where I belonged... 
and by not looking up into Ray's face and letting my fantasy triple the size of the bulge before
me--I convinced myself that was kneeling at the shrine of the handsome cop's pivotal point. I 
worked Ray's hands away from his body, taking over the undressing job at the point of 
hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties. I glared over at Becky, giving her the 
role of the fuckin' crummy world that could just look on as lucky Marsha got all that ruggedly 
great male basket.

I ran my fingers about his waist, inside the stretch material. I dug the tingle at the tips of 
my fingers, especially when they roamed about to the start of the crack of his ass. I zoomed 
my face up close and flush to the throbbing pouch of the snugfitting briefs, my nostrils tuned 
in to get the full masculine aroma of all that throbbing meat jammed into such a tight pouch.

I could feel Ray tighten every muscle in his body, not daring to move. I could hear those 
suppressed grunts down deep in his throat, wanting so desperately to escape in a loud 
clamor. I hooked my fingers more solidly into the waistband, edging them down only a 
fraction, ever so slowly and stopping slightly before his darkhaired bush was about to come 
into sight. My fingers still, I slithered out my tongue and ran it over the cotton bulging out 
with hard cock beneath it. I flicked my tongue up and down, running it very moistly over the 
perfect outline of his rockhard imprisoned cock.

I tightened my hands into the slightly lowered waistband, accentuating the bulging pouch 
all the more. I fisted my hands more and more, becoming the jailer, keeping his hard cock a 
prisoner beneath the stretch cotton of his briefs. It throbbed loud and clear, every muscle 
within it straining and seemingly begging to be free.

When I felt good'n fuckin' ready... I let the saliva drip out of the comer of my lips, my 
tongue scooping downward to moisten the inner reaches of his thighs, right below the rim of 
his snug underwear. Yeah, and I glared right over at my sister Becky, still silently watching the 
slow action, her hands fisted up tight and down over her fully clothed snatch-area. When I felt
good'n fuckin' ready... I breathed heavily all over the cotton-imprisoned cock, ready to scream
out my brazen attitude to the whole fuckin' world--and at that precise moment, my breath 
coming down hot and heavy on his cotton-covered cock, I was using my sister Becky as the 
"whole fuckin' world" watching lucky me, the destiny of a cock in my hands.

Oh, Yeah!

I eased up, lowering the waistband down, letting his thick bush of hair come into sight. I 
stopped long enough to work my teeth into the hairy delight, pulling and tugging and getting
a few hairs caught in my teeth. I backed off slightly, sucking up hard on the hairs, enjoying the
feel of the fine fibres imprisoned in my mouth.

I started edging his shorts down again and at the moment that the thick base of his 
swollen prick came into sight I knew there would be no holding back. I made an abrupt 
change of pace, yanking down hard and fast--the long length of swollen cock jutting proudly 
into position, the smell of it driving my taste buds wild with anticipation.

"You're driving me crazy--" Ray tightened, breaking the spell with his words, tearing me 
away from my fantasy of the handsome cop. I had to close my eyes and open my mouth wide.
I lunged right down on the full length of swollen prick, making myself believe that it was really
longer and thicker than it really was. I had to work hard and fast, cocksucking up a storm to 
get back into the fantasy-bag I wanted so desperately. I lunged down further and further, not 
stopping until the thick cock head made my throat sore and raw. I rammed down even more, 
though there was nowhere else to go.

Becky could serve a purpose, I selfishly told myself, looking over at her, giving her a sign of
need that brought her instantly to my side. Ray's hands were hooked on my blouse and 
bra-covered breasts, and so Becky swooped right down, digging her face up under my skirt.

Her hot breath was fantastic on the filmy material of my panties and I used the hot spurt it
gave me to lunge down all the fuller on the throbbing cock imprisoned within my mouth.

Becky's hands crawled all over my thighs, her tongue darting down into my snatch, right 
through the filmy panty-crotch material. I tightened my eyes all the more, imagining a 
beautiful sixty-nine action with my fantasy-lover, Dan the cop. I worked my tongue into fast 
darts each time I lunged downward, moving it in circular motions every time I brought my 
mouth back up. And Becky's tongue jammed as hard as any man's could, clawing right up my 
snatch, shoving the filmy material right up there. I writhed to the feel of my panties glued to 
me, getting stuck so fantastically up the crack of my ass. I threw my thighs out the limit and 
only stopped when Becky's tongue had managed to shove the sheerness of my panties to one
side and jam her tongue directly into the most slit.

"The dildo--" I urged her head up from underneath my dress. "The dildo... " I gasped, then 
not looking up at Ray, I got up on my feet and ordered him to undress me.

"Let me feel the firmness of your hands," I whispered hoarsely, wanting him to get the feel 
of what I wanted to experience so desperately. "Take all my clothes off--" I arched, letting him 
start with my summerish see-through blouse. "Both of you--" my voice commanded, looking 
over at Becky as she adjusted the dildo over her cunt-area. I could sense the way she ran her 
hand up and down the length of it jutting out so perfectly that she felt more herself with the 
make-believe cock strapped on, than without it.

Everyone to his or her own sexual fantasy bag, I thought, letting the two of them hurriedly 
remove my clothing, telling myself that it was Dan undressing me. I arched my body, feeling 
free as I found my bra unloosened and I remained with only my panties. Both Ray and Becky 
were hooking into my final garment, both anxious to tug it down. I arched royally, letting 
them share the task of easing down my panties and letting my red-haired bush come into 
sight.

The scramble was on, all over the bed, Ray instantly trying to position himself in the saddle
to throw cock to my cunt. I could sense Becky fighting for the same position, panties to one 
side and jam her tongue directly into the moist slit.

"Up here--" I hooked my arms up underneath Ray's thighs, bringing his crotch up to one 
side up close to my mouth. I beamed a smile at Becky, giving her clear sailing to position her 
dildo at the moist start of my pussy. I let her shove my thighs apart, making more and more 
room for herself, as Ray's cock come up close to my mouth. I tongued the very tip of his 
swollen prick, the very moment I could feel the dildo ready to thrust deep into my love slit.

I closed my eyes, straining for the fantasy of getting fucked by Dan and sucking cock at 
the same time. My sister and Ray were objects I needed to satisfy my selfish fantasy, and I was 
ready to use them totally to my gratification. I flexed my vagina walls in anticipation of the 
dildo that would have to be the pretender to Ray's cock working my cunt. I flicked kisses 
wildly up and down Ray's throbbing prick that would substitute for the larger cock I longed to
mouth. Yeah, to open my mouth wide and go right down on his cock, until the head of it 
would make my throat raw and scratchy.

I lunged down quickly, and with eyes tightly closed I screamed within myself, over and 
over again, that I had Dan's swollen prick solidly in my mouth. My mouth-lunge set Becky in 
motion and she thrust all of the ten-inch dildo slam up my cunt. I gasped at the initial 
pain-thrust of the very real dildo swelling up my cunt, doing strange things to my pulsating 
vagina walls. I quickly convinced my make-believe apparatus that since it just had to be Dan's 
cock, I didn't give a shit how it would hurt me. I gyrated my hips wildly, setting my mouth 
instantly into motion. Becky moved right in, slamming dildo into me at a steady pace.

In and out!

In and out!

My animalism mounted, rocking me back and forth, slamming my cunt steadily up into the
dildo that made my sister a substitute man. And then when I wanted more and more, I set the 
pace with my mouth, slamming it down harder and harder on Ray's long, hot trail of swollen 
prick.

I could feel the urgency in Becky's hands locked solidly up under me, fevering my 
buttocks, the fingers clawing into the crack of my ass. I taped out my urgency on my frantic 
hold on Ray's buttocks, my nails clawing unmercifully into the hairy darkness back there.

"Now... now... " Ray whimpered, starting to shudder and buckle as he erupted his hot 
cream, and I groaned the message onto Becky. She worked her hand up to the rear of the 
make-believe balls and squeezed the bag, the artificial semen spurting hard and directly up 
into the core of my cunt, flowing and mingling freely with my erupting love juices.

That's how it went night after night, with variations on the same theme. Somehow, it 
seemed as though Becky found safety in allowing me access to Ray's body, and she would 
always slip the sleeping pills to his mother. And every morning we had all we could do to keep
straight faces as she would tell everyone how soundly she had been sleeping. The three of us 
kept making it up in our room night after night, and I always worked out my fantasies of the 
various views I'd had of Dan during the day.

Each passing day became more and more of a frustration. I would continually find excuses 
to come into contact with Dan--and I knew damned well he was doing the same thing. Yeah, 
and my sister Becky always bitterly against the encounters. I found out just about everything 
there was to know about the guy. From the fact that he was twenty-three, a Marine veteran, 
and that his wife had deserted him almost a year before I had met him.

A new stance, my eyes going to a new view of his solid body, the solid crotch at the V of 
his thighs... I'd lock them up in my fantasy bag and play them out at night, via the physical 
help of Ray's real cock and Becky's strapped-on dildo. The wilder a certain something about 
Dan turned me on during the day--the more furious my reality-sex would get.

It got wilder and wilder!

Dan really turned me on!

I knew my from the very beginning. I sensed that Dan really dug me and wanted to ask me
out. But you can't know what a narrow, fuckin' small town is like unless you've ever suffered 
through living in one yourself. I was a girl on probation from a Reformatory, and he was a 
respectable young cop. The information on us was at the police station, and our probation 
officer checked with the village police chief on our behavior regularly.

I can't tell you how many notes I wrote, begging him to see me on the sneak, anywhere 
and at any time... but I would always rip them up into shreds, knowing I couldn't get up the 
nerve to actually hand it to him. Yeah, and more than once I wrote a letter, actually putting a 
stamp on the envelope... and each time I ripped it up.

Becky and Ray served as my safety valve, night after night, swing into the wildest 
three-way sex action you could imagine. Like I said, the more that the distant and 
not-so-distant sight of Dan turned me on during the day--the wilder the action got at night 
with Ray and Becky.

... The day it all started to crumble... Or maybe I should say the day and night it all started 
to crumble, since it was what my eyes had gone wild on during that muggy afternoon that 
had thrown the night's sexual spree into an uncontrollable high gear, careening wildly and out
of control--yeah, the one night that Ray's old lady didn't drink much of her doped-up tea, and
we made too damned much noise.

But like I said, it was the heat of the daytime, that very special afternoon... I had worked 
out a system where I knew just about every step Dan took, the moment he went on duty, his 
usual tour of duty about the village, exactly when I could expect him to smile and wave at me 
through the plate glass window--you know it, I could tell you his each and every step. But for 
the longest time his Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, from about an hour before he went off
duty at four until six in the evening remained a mystery. I'd ask my innocent questions here 
and there, and start a conversation as often as I could whenever Dan would stop to talk to 
me--always keeping a very frustrating distance between us, and never once hinting at 
anything out of line.

I discovered that on those afternoons he gave swimming lessons to the young children at 
the village-owned swimming pool and recreational center. I had to see him--more and more 
of him--especially clad in only swimtrunks. He would be at the pool that was quite a few 
blocks out of the way on our way home to the boarding house only until six--and my uncle 
didn't close the store until six-thirty.

I played it sick, faking the most unbelievable stomach and head pains, and hinting at just 
about everything else. I playacted it so great that I even had my sister Becky worried. 
Especially about the stomach pains and cramps, since she knew all the hard cock and dildo I 
was taking, cunt and asshole, night after night. My timing worked and my uncle was 
convinced enough to send me home to rest at four-thirty. I hurried to the pool, getting 
damned excited as I approached the fenced-in area with the sound of children loudly filling 
the air.

"Use your feet and your arms!" I heard Dan's voice loud and clear and I stopped short at 
the wire fence, pressing hard against it, feeling the throbbing of my breasts meshed against it 
up on top. I hooked my line of sight into Dan's rugged frame clad only in the sleek, black racer
trunks that did wonders to the bulging front.

"Oh, Dan... " I inwardly murmured, shoving and jamming my snatch-area up hard against 
the fence, needing something to support me from the weak feeling I was getting all over my 
body. I had to run my tongue over my parched lips, that bulging front looming larger and 
larger, the distance seeming to close in on us.

He turned at an angle, giving me a fantastic view of the strength of his thighs and the 
ruggedness of him tapering at the torso. I could sense people moving all about me, parents of
the children in Dan's swimming class, and I had to control my runaway emotions, not wanting 
to attract attention. I innocently worked a finger up toward my mouth, licking at it, telling 
myself that it was a sampling of what had to be so thick and long and bulging at the pouch of
his sleek swimtrunks.

A feast... I treated my eyes to the most fantastic cock-bulge feast, knowing that I would 
have to play it all out in fantasy that night with Ray and my sister Becky. I zoomed in on his 
each and every movement of his body, exaggerating the tensing of his loins and the bulging 
of his crotch. I wanted to shout out my ecstasy at the beautiful sight of him clad in only the 
sleek swimtrunks. I looked about me nervously, suspicious of everyone, certain they were wise 
to me. At a distance, I spotted an old man who lived in the boarding house and I felt a sense 
of panic. The village police prowl car cruised slowly up the street, moving continually toward 
where I seemed to be glued to the fence, and a sixth sense told me to start moving, to walk 
straight home. All that I had seen of Dan's fantastic physique would have to wait until I could 
play it out with Dan and Becky later in the night.

Hurrying home, the prison of a boarding house coming into sight, I slowed up and was 
damned annoyed at hurrying away from the sight of Dan, because of the police car. I had lived
in fear of the police all my young years, and I was hit by the irony that my frustration centered 
about a cop-a very young and handsome cop.

Becky was surprised at my instant recovery and I wouldn't let up until she promised me 
that she would try to slip the sleeping pills into the old bitch's evening tea as soon as she 
possibly could.

"I want some fun--" I pleaded with her, clutching her arm, playing up to her. "Please, 
Becky, get the old bitch off to sleep so we can all ball together!"

Well, Becky slipped the sleeping pills into the old bat's evening tea, and in no time at all 
she announced that she was ready for bed, hobbling up the stairway and into her bedroom.

I couldn't wait to let loose my fantasy-bag, to have a three-way sexual spree with my sister
and Ray. We hurried up to the room and I was the one to close the door. Only you get to take 
things for granted after a while, and I didn't bother to bolt the door. I couldn't wait to urge 
Ray to get out of his clothes, everything except his jockey shorts. I insisted that he keep them 
on, rolling them down tightly and showing more of his waistline.

Becky had long ago given up trying to figure out all my fetishes, merely hurrying to strap 
on the dildo and get her share of the wild fucking and sucking action.

I got down on my knees at a distance from Ray, my eyes fixed on the tightly-fitting briefs. 
Maybe it was underwear to him, his cock looming large and hard at the pouch--but to me it 
was a pair of sleek, black racer trunks, and they were being worn by Dan.

I crawled across the room, telling myself that my knees were going the distance across the 
gravel and the concrete from the fence from where I had feasted my eyes on the sight of Dan 
that afternoon. I strained and moaned, trying desperately to sublimate the feel of the floor tile
for the concrete and gravel leading to the side of the pool where Dan was flexing his fantastic 
physique for me.

Right up to it, I put my mouth up to the pouch, kissing it fully, letting my tongue slither all 
about it. I hooked my hands into the waistband, my fantasy telling me the color was black 
instead of white, and that I would soon be revealing Dan's cock--Dan's cock... I swirled my 
imagination wildly about, the very real drops of saliva dripping out of the comer of my mouth.

I suddenly agonized over the thought of how easily I had been frightened away from my 
vantage spot to watch my distant hero. I grew even more frustrated when I realized that it 
would be a long time before I could ever again convince my uncle with some phony story to 
let me off early on a Tuesday or Thursday afternoon. I just had to see Dan in the formfitting 
swimtrunks--I just had to... And I gave vent to my anger by yanking down hard on Ray's briefs,
the hard cock bobbing instantly close to my face.

"Oh, give it to me--" I whimpered, capturing it with both hands, telling myself that I had to
find the courage to get the real thing, or go out of my mind. "Give it to me--give it to me--" I 
took up the chant, rubbing the very real cock so solidly in a tightly fisted hand.

Becky's strapped-on dildo zoomed in on the scene and I hooked out my other hand to it, 
telling myself that I had to feel all the cock I could--real and make-believe to compensate for 
the sheer frustration of that afternoon.

"Give it to me--hard cock!" Every muscle in me tightened.

"Keep your voice down--" Ray warned.

"I don't give a fuck!" I roared, getting flat on my back and widening my thighs. "Give it to 
me--fuck me--fuck me, lover!" I begged the boy I had at hand, while I was denied the man I 
wanted so desperately. "Give it to me!" I shrilled, not caring how my voice would carry.

"Be quiet--" Becky pleaded, urging Ray to get into position between my thighs.

"Give it to me--" I gyrated my snatch up to the thick cock head, feeling it slide instantly 
into me. "Now!" I roared, hooking my arms about his back and urging him to drive his hard 
cock right into the very core of me.

"Oh, give it to me!" I wouldn't remain still, turning him over and assuming the female 
superior position. "I want more--" I stared at Becky, urging her to shove the dildo right the 
fuck up my ass. "More--more!" I screamed, wanting desperately to even the score for my day 
of sheer frustration. "More, more and then more!" I wildly thrust up and down the moment 
she had thrust the strapped-on dildo all the way up into my asshole.

"You sluts!" the voice came louder than mine, Ray's mother charging in through the 
opened door. "I'll have the law on you bitches for what you've done to my boy!"

"No, don't--" Becky tried to ward off the sudden slashing blows from the thick strap in the 
old bitch's hand.

"You sluts!" the old bitch slashed the thick leather strap hard and heavy across both of our 
bodies. "And you should be ashamed of yourself!" she worked the strap across Ray's buttocks.
"Cheap, vulgar tramps!" And the strap slashed harder and wilder, raining down on our nude 
bodies from every angle.

Crazy... but the tables had made a full swing around... Becky was screaming and begging 
for her to stop it... while I almost welcomed the perverse feeling of pain-pleasure from the 
seemingly never-ending strapping welting all three of our bodies. It was as though I wanted 
to laugh at the old bitch and even scream out for her to give me more, more... and then even 
more of the exciting brand of perverse pain-pleasure.

Across my thighs, and then my buttocks... and then slashing hard across my back.

I couldn't stand it.

The pain increased.

The police siren started to come through loud and clear, and I was suddenly aware of all 
the boarding house guests gathering about our opened door.

The police siren came to a halt, and I heard some old guy say that the cops were on their 
way up.

Dan... my handsome cop... I screamed and bolted away from the others, and hurtled my 
body through the Windows-falling, falling...

You heal faster physically than mentally... and now after weeks in the hospital, the really 
tough job starts for me. I don't know where or how I'll make it... but I feel damned good to 
have my sister Becky constantly by my side--she'll always stick with me.

SUMMARY

The foregoing case studies of troilistic sexual behavior have provided vivid human 
examples of the excesses of sadomasochistic sensuality triggered in a non-conventional sex 
grouping. Any grouping of three could conceivably be viewed as a form of troilism--such 
liaisons among lesbians, or homosexuals is far from uncommon--but the mixed gender group 
is the traditional setting of the troilistic sexual adventure.

While the one-female-two-males balance is certainly not rare, it remains true that the most
common form of sex-for-three is the two females-one-male tryst. There are practical as well as
psychological and even quasi-mystical bases for the greater incidence of the 
one-man-two-women relationship. On the practical side, there is the math of gender 
distribution: there simply aren't enough men. A considerable number of women cannot have a
man of their "own." Logically, they must either forego sex, lure another female's husband or 
lover to their beds--or simultaneously share a man with another woman. There are those who 
will say this "math problem" really has little bearing on two women sharing one man; that it is 
the psychological and emotional problems of the female that will lead her to troilism. 
Nevertheless, the practical man-shortage problem can be a contributing factor.

Perhaps latent lesbianism can play a part in a woman's becoming involved in the troilistic 
adventure. Contemporary statistics have revealed that lesbian tendencies in females are far 
more common than was previously supposed. The involvement with a man and another 
woman may be pursued by the latent lesbian who does not dare to openly admit her lesbian 
urges. She can tell herself she is mainly interested in the man--but, of course, the 
opportunities for lesbian sex is there and will almost certainly play a part in the total picture.

In the troilism grouping, also, there is much gratification of the voyeuristic urge. One can 
view the activities of the other two, as a respite from active participation, or as a highly 
enjoyable act in itself. The sadomasochistic individual who can enjoy hurting or humiliating a 
sex partner often experiences ecstatic gratification watching this sado-erotic interplay 
between two other individuals. And the woman who wants to be "punished" and sexually 
abused can gain additional satisfaction if an "audience" is witnessing her submission.

The interplay of so many of the key sadomasochistic symptoms all collide so often in 
troilism that it is indeed almost a little laboratory of S & M research. Nothing seems forbidden
to the threesome who defy so many taboos. The strange forces that have molded them and 
led them into this tantalizing triangle seem to unleash the wildest human sexual behavior 
imaginable. Elements of genital sex, oral sex, anal sex, heterosexuality and lesbianism all 
combine and are lashed together in sadomasochistic fury.

The reader has been afforded an insightful glimpse into a world of sexuality that is 
becoming increasingly more common in this era of sexual permissiveness--troilism, a sort of 
halfway house between monogamous sex and group sex.

But perhaps the most intriguing aspect of this form of sexual behavior can be viewed in 
the last episode. The one initiating the sex play often has a hidden desire to be found out, to 
let everyone know that she (or he) has perversions that make ordinary normal people 
shocked.

Marsha, who throughout was the one to make the boldest advances, left herself wide 
open to discovery in many instances. First of all, her wild longing for the policeman, Dan, can 
only be viewed as a symptom of her deep down desire to be caught in the act. While 
consciously she would deny it, her biggest thrill would have been to be caught in the act of 
her perversion by the tall handsome cop. And that is exactly what she did. Let us study how 
her unconscious mind worked.

While standing against the pool fence staring at Dan, she said that she was aware that she 
didn't want to attract attention. Yet she pressed hard against the fence, probably hoping that 
someone would notice her.

Then she slipped a finger into her mouth, pretending that it was Dan's penis that she was 
licking with her tongue. That surely would attract some attention, for the combination of a 
young girl pressing her body against a fence, squirming so that her groin came into contact 
with it, and at the same time sucking on her finger is not a common sight.

But Marsha said that she almost had a panic seeing one of the men from the boarding 
house, once again her conscious rational mind taking control of her and subduing her desire 
to be caught in the act.

Her next unconscious act was in hurrying home after leaving the fence, not bothering to 
keep up the masquerade of sickness she had put on to be allowed to leave the store early. If 
someone who had known of her earlier sickness had seen her she surely would have been 
caught and punished in some way, although not in the manner that she really wanted to be 
found out.

All this time her conscious and unconscious mind were battling for supremacy. In the end 
her unconscious mind won out. In her own words, "We hurried up to the room and I was the 
one to close the door. Only you get to take things for granted after a while, and I didn't 
bother to bolt the door."

She rationalized her failure to bolt the door by saying that it was just an oversight, that she
had done it so many times before that this time she just forgot. But it was, of course, much 
more than just a simple slip. Deep down, in her unconscious mind, she wanted to be 
discovered, and not bolting the door was a manifestation of that desire.

Her unconscious mind continued to dominate her. Just shortly after, despite Ray's 
warnings to be quiet, she yelled out for him to give it to her. In her words, "I shrilled' not 
caring how my voice would carry."

Some might think that she was just lost to passion, but now we know how her yelling and 
screaming were just other ways her unconscious mind begged to be caught in the act.

Even when Becky, whom she normally trusted and listened to, told her to be quiet, Marsha
did not stop, but instead screamed more.

In the end, of course, Marsha got her desire. They were caught in the act by Ray's mother, 
and the police came soon.

It was then that the complexity of the masochistic desire to be discovered comes to light. 
Her unconscious mind had achieved its desire, for her handsome policeman Dan was on the 
scene. But she wanted to be hurt even more, so she threw herself out the window, humiliating 
herself not solely by being seen but also by letting him see her hurt.

So we see that in cases of troilism, the participants psyche plays an important part in 
explaining their abnormal behavior, and also that these warped desires cannot always be 
merely attributed to the rational mind. No, they are often hidden deep inside, and manifest 
themselves in many shapes and forms.


THE END
