Family In Heat
by J.S. Bradley


FOREWORD 

It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some 
hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the 
closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be 
trivial and trite. 

In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the 
complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions 
surface-and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes 
such passions are exposed-and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the 
headlines. 

FAMILY IN HEAT is a dramatic representation of a family which dares to let 
its most base desires and passions come to the fore, but most especially it 
is about the two Watkins children-Sandy and Pete-and their own very 
personal, very taboo desires. They are some of the few who are willing to 
accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing 
themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight 
into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Ohhhh, Riley-we'd better go!" Sandy Watkins gasped heavily, sliding her 
soft, hot, young lips from his. "Now, Riley-before we ...before...." 

She hugged him and panted against his ear and the side of his face. Her 
heart pounded. Her pussy throbbed achingly between her moist, firm thighs, 
and she could feel the slippery wetness seeping from between the bloated, 
virginal pussy-lips and soaking into the crotch band of her nylon panties. 

"Oh, honey-Sandy! I don't want to go yet! I-I don't want to take you home!" 

Riley smoothed his hands up and down her back, feeling the fine shape of it 
and the way her rib cage heaved with her deep breaths. He squared himself 
against her and felt her firm, pointed tits push against his chest, and he 
ached to cup and squeeze them in his hands. 

"Oh, honey, I don't want to go either," Sandy panted. "But I've got to. I 
have to get to bed early so that I can get up early to start on our 
vacation. I still have some packing to do, Riley. You knew that when we went 
out tonight. That's why I didn't want us to stop here. I knew we'd just get 
all worked up and have to-quit." 

She felt her fourteen-year-old tits swell to unbelievable size and pillow 
against his chest. She wished he would be brave, just once, and put his 
hands on them and squeeze them full of tingling sweet sensations. She 
wouldn't see him again for two whole weeks, and she wanted something 
wonderful to remember all that time. 

Their thighs were pressed together full length in the front seat of his car, 
and when he shifted position slightly and rolled against her to hold her 
better, she imagined she could feel the hard prod of his prick against her 
hip. 

"Sandy, I don't care about that," he said insistently. "You know it doesn't 
matter if we have to quit before we...." 

"Before we what, Riley?" she blurted hotly. "Before we-fuck?" 

"Ohhhh, God!" Riley gasped quickly. "Honey, what you said!" 

"Oh, I didn't mean to say that!" 

"I loved it, Sandy! It sent shivers all through me when you said it!" 

"It's what you want, isn't it, Riley?" 

"I-I...God, Sandy...." 

"Tell me!" she cried, pressing her soft lips against his neck again. "I know 
you want to fuck me, Riley, because I want to let you! God, I do! I don't 
care how shameless that sounds, I do! I can feel your big prick pressing 
against my hip right now, and I want...Ohhhh!" 

"Honey! Are you sure?" he gasped, holding her tighter than ever, making a 
fucking motion with his hip, giving her the full thrust of his trembling, 
loaded cock. 

Her tits swelled and pushed against his chest until she felt they would pop. 
She felt her virginal cunt squirm and shiver all along its slippery, tight 
length, and she knew her panties were absolutely soaked with hot, slippery 
cunt-juice. She opened her mouth. She gasped. Then she had to ask him, 
before it went any further. 

"Riley, tell me the truth. Did you fuck Karen?" 

"Sandy!" 

"You went with her for three months before going with me. Did you." 

"No," he said softly. 

"Is that the truth? She's fucking Roscoe now. Everybody knows it, Riley. Did 
you get her started?" 

"No, I swear it, Sandy! I-we just petted, honey. That's all." 

"Did you want to fuck her, Riley?" 

"Ohhh, why are you asking me about her? I love you, Sandy!" 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"But that's different, honey! I love you! Oh, I wish you didn't have to go 
home and get ready for that dumb vacation. Can't you let them go without you 
and stay here?" 

"Where would I stay, silly?" Sandy laughed, hugging and kissing him. 

"In my bedroom. I could sneak you home and slide you under the bed until Mom 
and Dad were asleep, and then you can get in with me, and we can hold each 
other and ...and...." 

"And fuck, Riley?" 

She heard the soft, silky quality of her voice. It was innocent and warm. 
What she'd said had sounded right-perfectly and unquestionably right. When 
you were in love, even at fourteen, you wanted to fuck. 

She closed her eyes and felt her heart pound against his. She imagined how 
it would be to be in bed with Riley. She saw in her mind the way his blue 
eyes and boyish smile would be. She imagined his good, lean body all naked 
before her, without even his swimming trunks on. 

She wondered what his prick would look like, all hard and stiff and 
throbbing, the way she could feel it against her thigh right now. She'd 
never seen a prick before-not a hard one. She'd seen Pete's when he was 
coming out of the shower that time, but his had been soft and dangly. 
Besides, Pete was just her brother. 

Something jogged her memory and made her gasp. She'd seen a stiff prick 
before after all! Hard and trembling and throbbing-frightening to look upon. 

Her father's! 

Yes, that Sunday morning, when she was twelve, with tits just beginning to 
bud on her chest and a pussy that was still smooth and bald and totally 
innocent. 

Her mother had sent her into their bedroom on the urgent mission of getting 
her a tampon from the bathroom cabinet before she bled all over the rug 
running in for it herself. 

Sandy had crept in quietly so as not to awaken her father, and she'd seen 
his cock, stiff and thrusting, full and hard, jutting from the gap in his 
pajamas as he lay on his back with the sheet kicked down and his head turned 
to the side. 

He'd moaned once in his sleep, and he'd begun moving his hips up and down, 
making that stiff cock thrust and withdraw from the pussy in his hot dreams. 

Sandy remembered the way her virginal, hairless little twat had throbbed 
then. She'd known instinctively that her father was fucking in his sleep. 
His prick throbbed and jerked. The end got red and swollen, as if it were an 
angry knob. 

The sight had frightened her somehow, and she'd raced through the room with 
the tampon clutched tightly in her little hand. Just as she was closing the 
door behind her, she'd taken a last look. She'd seen his hand grip the hard, 
pulsing stalk. 

She'd watched with mixed terror and curiosity as his fist began shaking up 
and down his prick. He moaned again, over and over, fucking his hips up and 
down harder, puffing breath through his nose. 

She'd closed the door quickly, suddenly shaking, trying to push the sight 
from her mind, as if it had been something a little dirty, something she 
didn't want to associate with her kind, sweet father. 

The feel of Riley's hard cock against her thigh brought the memory rushing 
back to her, and something of the old fright came over her again. 

It wasn't fright, exactly. More like fear of the unknown. What was it like 
to be fucked? She'd heard that it hurt sometimes, especially the first time, 
when that big, hard cock tore through your tender cherry. 

Some girls had it real rough the first time. Would she be one of them? Was 
it something she'd inherit from her mother? Did she dare ask her mother if 
she would yell and bleed and have to be taken to the hospital if she let 
Riley fuck his throbbing cock up into her tender, tight, virginal pussy? 

"Riley...." she gasped. 

"Sandy! Oh, Sandy, I-" 

His hand slid from around her back. It paused at the side of her pumping rib 
cage. Then it boldly cupped the side of her swollen, pointed tit. His 
fingers squeezed into the firm flesh fully and purposefully for the first 
time since they'd been going together. 

"Riley!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, God!" 

He snatched his hand away. "I didn't mean that, Sandy! I-I wasn't thinking! 
I'm so hot right now I don't know what I'm doing!" 

"Don't...Ohhhh, put it back, Riley! Feel my tit! I love your hand on my tit! 
God, how I love it! 

Squeeze it all you want!" 

"No, no-you're not like Karen, honey! You're not cheap and sleazy like her!" 

Sandy pulled back. She panted harshly. She looked into his face in the stray 
light. "How do you know, Riley?" she asked quietly. 

He sucked in his breath. There was genuine shock on his face, and that made 
her love him twice as much just then. Love him and trust him. 

"Sandy!" he cried, his voice torn with agony. "You haven't!" 

"No, I haven't, Riley," she cried happily. "I'm still a virgin. Just for 
you!" 

"Ohhhhh, God-me, too, Sandy! I swear I am, too!" 

"Oh, Riley, I'm scared! I want you to put your big prick in my hot, wet 
pussy and fuck the cherry right out of me, but I'm scared!" 

"It'll be all right, Sandy," he panted, squeezing and rolling her full, 
succulent tit. 

"You might get me pregnant, Riley! It might hurt terribly and make me bleed 
and have to go to the hospital and wreck the vacation, and then my parents 
will kill both of us!" 

"Ohhhh, yeah," he gasped achingly. "Oh, honey, maybe you're right. God, I 
wouldn't hurt you for anything, Sandy." 

"Maybe-Riley, maybe ...when I get back ...when you get something so that I 
won't get pregnant. . . " 

"Ohhhh, honey, this is killing me!" he cried. "I love you so much I can't 
stand it!" 

"I'm not promising anything, Riley," Sandy gasped. 

"I know, honey. I know." 

"Do you like my tit, Riley? Does it feel good to you? Is it as good as 
Karen's tit?" 

"Better!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, everything about you is so much better!" 

"Show me! Ohhhh. show me! Do to my tit everything you ever did to Karen's 
tit!" 

Riley gasped. His prick throbbed violently. "Do you really want me to, 
Sandy? Really?" 

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "And tell me what she did to you!" 

She moved her thigh so that it rubbed against his hard cock. Her head seemed 
to be swimming. The memory of her father's stiff, thrusting prick blazed 
through her mind again, and she knew what to do. 

She closed her eyes in the darkness and gasped when she felt Riley's 
trembling fingers working at the buttons on her blouse. He reached inside 
the opening and touched the naked sweetness of her swollen tit, his 
fingertips playing with the spiked, rubbery nipple. 

She reached out with her hand at the same time, seeming unable to stop 
herself. She felt the hard, pounding length of his prick inside his pants. 
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, just the way she'd seen her father 
do it to himself. 

"God!" Riley gasped, stiffening. "Ohhhh, Sandy! I'm going to come!" 

He panted harshly. Sandy jerked her hand away. She was suddenly frightened 
again. He was all different. He strained and blew. He groaned and trembled. 
He felt hot against her, and he was pulling at her pointed tit in a nearly 
painful way. 

He relaxed after a moment, letting out his breath with a rush. "Ohhh, God, 
that was close!" he gasped. "Honey, you nearly made me come all over the 
place!" 

Sandy watched him anxiously. She wasn't quite sure what he meant. "Did Karen 
make you come, Riley?" 

"I told you we petted, honey. I'm not trying to hide anything." 

Sandy felt a little jealous then. "Did you feel her pussy, too?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you make her come?" 

"Yes." 

"How?" 

He looked at her. "You mean you don't know how to come?" 

She was silent. Riley hugged her closely, and his voice turned husky and 
soft. 

"Do you want me to make you come, honey? Do you want to pet all the way?" 

"Not fucking, Riley? I'm afraid to fuck yet!" she whimpered. 

"No, sweetie. We masturbate each other." 

"How?" she asked tremblingly, afraid he would laugh at her. 

He didn't laugh. He was too good and kind for that. "You mean you've never 
masturbated, Sandy? You've never played with your clit and your pussy until 
you came?" 

"Played with my own pussy?" Sandy gasped. "Ugh" 

"There's nothing wrong with that, honey! Lots of girls do it. And every guy 
I ever heard of jacks off, too." 

An image flashed through her mind again. "Even men? I mean, older men? 
Married ones?" 

"Well, I guess they could. Why not?" 

"Because they've got a wife to fuck." 

Riley shrugged. "Maybe the wife isn't giving him any. Maybe she's on the rag 
or something and won't do him herself, and he gets horny and jacks off. Why 
ask about older men, anyway?" 

"Could they do it in their sleep?" 

"Sure," Riley grinned. "I've done it that way. I'm lying there dreaming 
about you and what you look like naked-seeing your beautiful soft pussy and 
all that blonde fuzz around it and the way your tits stick out and your ass 
is round and wiggly and-" 

"And you jack off? You come in your sleep." 

"Uh-huh," he grinned. 

"Is that what you'll do when you get home tonight, Riley?" she asked softly. 
"Dream about me and jack off?" 

"Sandy!" 

"Are you? Are you going to make a fist around your stiff prick and shake it 
up and down until you come?" 

"Ohhhh, God!" he moaned. 

"You are, aren't you?" 

"Yes! God, yes! And I'm going to come like a volcano." 

"Do it." 

"Huh?" 

"Do it right now! Let me watch you! You did it for Karen, didn't you? Then 
jack off right now for me!" 

"She did it for me, Sandy! And I played with her pussy at the same time, and 
we ...ohhhhhh, honey, I'm going crazy with heat!" 

"Show me, Riley!" she gasped. "God, I'm tingling all over!" 

He gasped heatedly again. He smoothed her blouse from her bare tits and 
looked at them in the dim light, sucking in his breath. He moaned and put 
his face against them, opening his warm, moist lips. 

He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth and drew on them, 
flipping them with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he hiked the hem 
of her skirt and ran his hand up her thigh, into the sweet, damp juncture of 
the firm columns of flesh. His fingertip roamed over the wet crotch-band of 
her panties, seeking out the slippery groove between her bloated pussy-lips. 

"Ahhhhh, Riley!" Sandy gasped, her emotions spinning and shivering as they 
never had before. 

Her thighs opened. She couldn't stop them. She lifted her round quivering 
rump from the seat and lifted her pussy up into his hand. He cupped his 
fingers around her twat and squeezed gently, and her leaking cunt made a 
squishy sound from all the slippery juice seeping out. 

"Ohhhh, Sandy-Sandy!" he gasped. "I'm so hot! Your pussy's so wet and hot! 
God!" 

He leaned against her and made the whole length of his raging cock lie along 
her thigh. He began moving his hips, making fucking motions. 

"Tell-tell me what to do, Riley!" Sandy gasped, her lingers curling and 
stretching. 

He lifted away slightly. He unzipped his fly. Her hand was there with his, 
feeling a strange, slippery wetness leaking from his cock-head. 

"Ohhh, Sandy!" he gasped. "Are you sure, honey?" 

"Yes! Yes!" 

"Then here it is!" 

He pulled his prick from his pants. It sprang into her hand, full and thick 
and throbbing and hot. Her fingers curled around the shaft automatically, 
and she squeezed it again and again, pulling on the velvety, hard stalk. 

"Ahhhhhgh!" he groaned. "Honey, not so fast! Not so hard! Ohhh, let me slip 
your panties off so I can see your sweet pussy! I want to touch it! I want 
to slide my fingertip around in all that silky, wet cunt-flesh and tickle 
your clit and make you come with me!" 

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" she cried, moaning and shaking her head back and forth. 

She'd never felt this way before. She couldn't believe the intensity of her 
emotions, the way her body was quivering and shaking all over, the way her 
pussy-tunnel was squirming and writhing all along its virginal length. 

Her eyes were closed. She lifted her ass again. She felt Riley's fingers 
swarm over her hips and butt in his haste to snatch the thin, silky covering 
of nylon from her steaming crotch. 

He pulled and rolled the material. A flood of embarrassment washed through 
her, and then she didn't care. How could she care when she was holding so 
tightly to his throbbing, straining prick? 

"Ohhhh, darling!" he gasped, gazing between her open thighs. "So pretty! 
Pretty pussy! All wet and open and pink!" 

"Riley!" she gasped. 

He came against her again, his lips seeking hers. He kissed her heavily, 
sliding his warm, wet tongue between her soft lips. She kissed him back that 
way, puffing through her nostrils, arching her spine as his lips slid to her 
tits and sucked on them again. 

His hand cupped her steaming pussy, squeezing gently. She felt her puffy 
twat-lips yield and spread, and she knew her cunt was wide open, all the 
pinkness there for him to touch. 

His fingertip slid up her satiny, wet groove, and she cried out sharply with 
the sensation, straining upward. Sensations built inside her virginal body 
she'd never felt before-dizzying, heady sensations that seemed to be rushing 
toward some ultimate explosion she knew must be the phenomenon of coming. 

"Riley! Riley!" she cried, gasping with open mouth against him. 

"Honey! Are you going to come already?" 

"I don't know! I don't know!" 

"Ohhhh, your pussy's so wet and slippery and wonderful! Ahhhh, I can feel 
the mouth of it quivering and sucking all around my finger, Sandy! It wants 
my finger inside! It wants my finger to fuck it!" 

"Ah! Ohhhh!" Sandy gasped heatedly. 

She felt him rimming her muscular, virginal cunt-mouth with the tip of his 
finger. She felt her flesh shake and quiver eagerly. Then it was entering 
her body. 

"Ahhhh, Riley-Riley!" she cried. 

Her pelvis arched and humped up and down with instinctive motions, and her 
pussy sucked noisily at the tip of his finger. She felt it slide into her 
pussy, slowly, carefully, going deeper and deeper, spreading her muscular 
walls, sliding easily. 

"Ah!" she yipped suddenly. "Hurts!" 

"Ohhhhh, I can feel your cherry, honey!" Riley gasped. "I'm sorry! I didn't 
mean to hurt you!" 

"There! Ohhhh, there! It's all right now! Ohhhh, so deep, Riley! All the way 
up my pussy! Ohhhh, you're fucking me! With your finger, you're fucking me! 
Ahhhh, I love it! I'm going to come! Riley, you're fucking me to a come!" 

Riley wasn't sure what had happened. His finger had hit a barrier and then 
slipped on through. It was now imbedded all the way up her cunt. 

He hadn't had that problem with Karen. There hadn't been any cherry in her 
pussy after all. The lousy twat had teased him along for three months, 
telling him she was still a virgin. But he knew he had a virgin pussy 
wrapped around his finger now, and it was so slick and tight he couldn't 
believe it. He thought of how it would feel wrapped around his horny prick, 
sucking and drawing at it, and he nearly came on the spot. 

He nearly fucked her right then, cherry or not, threat of pregnancy or not. 
But he didn't. He loved her and respected her too much. As difficult as it 
was going to be, he was going to wait for her to get back from her vacation. 
And then, maybe then . . . 

"AHHHHHGH!" Sandy wailed. 

An explosion burst through her head. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and her 
blood pumped wildly. Her whole body gathered itself for a squeezing crush. 

When it came, she was half-frightened, half-joyous. She quaked all over. Her 
pussy shook and shivered. Her tits swelled stiffly, and the hard nipples at 
the ends felt as if they were ready to spurt something warm and sticky. 

She held onto Riley's prick for all she was worth, oblivious to the fact 
that he was nearly whinnying with pain from her tight grip. She felt the way 
her virginal pussy sucked and milked at his finger, and she couldn't stop 
the image that burst into her mind-the sight of her father's big, thrusting 
cock. 

She imagined it was going up her pussy-his prick, not Riley's-and she yelled 
out her first orgasm as if the top of her head were coming off from the 
force of the explosion. 

"OH! OHHHH! Ohhh, Riley!" she gasped, straining against him tightly. "Riley, 
I came! I just know I did! I came! Ohhhh, it was wonderful! I loved coming! 
Darling, make me come again! Now! I want to come again!" 

Riley slid his finger from her soaking, slick pussy. A string of wet 
cunt-juice came out with it. He rubbed all over her swollen pussylips, 
feeling the firmness, the fleshiness of them. His cock throbbed wildly in 
her tight grip. 

"Honey, you're squeezing my cock too hard," he said. 

She let up immediately. "Oh, Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your 
prick!" 

"Ohhh," he groaned, gasping as her hand became gentle and loving on his 
prick. "God, Sandy, I nearly came with you!" 

"Do it now, Riley. You come now, and then make me come again!" 

"Yes-yes! There, honey-like that! Ohhhh, gently, up and down and over the 
head and ...ohhhhh, yes!" 

She was doing it for him. Just the way she'd seen her father do it. Shaking 
her fist up and down his hard, straining cock. Riley turned slightly so that 
his prick jutted from his lap into the air. 

Her hand whipped up and down his prick. She rolled her palm over the velvety 
head, feeling the slippery seeping of his oils. She felt a strange, 
thrilling power come over her as she jacked him and watched the way he 
twisted and heard the way he moaned. 

He reached into his back pocket and fumbled out his handkerchief and spread 
it over his belly under his straining prick and her pumping hand. 

"Why did you do that, Riley?" she asked. 

"Ohhhhh, because I'm going to come! Oh, honey! You're doing it just right! 
You're jacking me off wonderfully! Ohhhhh, here it comes, Sandy! Don't stop! 
Whatever happens, don't stop jacking my cock! Ah! AHHHHHHGH!" 

He arched up violently. She felt the throbbing pulses running through his 
prick. Everything swelled in the circle of her fist. She stared with wide 
eyes at the pulsing head. 

She saw the big eye open up. She felt a liquid ripple shoot through the 
heavy tube of flesh, and then she yipped with surprise when white syrup 
spurted from the tip and arced through the air onto the hanky. 

"YAAAAAAAGH!" Riley yelled, gritting his teeth and thrashing, fucking his 
jetting prick into her hand. 

Another spurt followed, then another, rapidly, as if in a stream, but she 
could feel each muscular spasm of his orgasm as he came and came-like a 
volcano erupting, just as he'd said. 

The white stuff kept coming. It bubbled and frothed. It dribbled over the 
head of his prick, more slippery than she could imagine, and it dripped 
warmly over her knuckles and fingers and ran down her wrist. 

A musty, heady kind of scent filled the car. She looked at the last 
bubblings of sperm from the tip of his prick and felt the way it slid over 
her fingers, and she felt very mature and womanly suddenly. 

She'd come. And she'd made a boy come. She was looking at sperm, feeling it, 
smelling it, and she was feeling the way a pussy felt after it had come. 

"Ohhhh, Riley," she moaned softly. "I love you!" 

"I love you, too, honey!" he said. 

He reached for her, putting his hand on her wet pussy again, teasing the 
flesh of it. 

"What are you doing, honey?" she asked. 

"I'm going to tickle your clit and make you come again." 

"You don't have to." 

"You don't want to?" 

"I want to. But I have to get home. I'm really late now." 

"It won't take long." 

"It's all right, sweetie. I feel-relieved, sort of. Happy. I know I love you 
now. I know I'm going to let you fuck me now. I know I want that big prick 
in my pussy, fucking all the way up it, spurting that slippery sperm into 
it. Don't worry, sweetie. When I get back, we're going to fuck and fuck 
until we can't stand it any more." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The music drifted from the speakers softly and quietly, unhurried and 
dreamy. The lights were so low he could barely see her, and the darkness 
gave him a sense of false comfort, as if he could hide his trembling 
nervousness in it. 

But Pete Watkins knew he wasn't hiding the thrust of his hard, hard prick 
from her. There was no way. They held each other fully, their bodies pressed 
together from head to toe. They danced to the dreamy music in Rhonda's dark 
living room as if glued together, swaying back and forth without moving 
their feet. 

She was so slender, so willowy in his arms, that he couldn't possibly hide 
the way his prick fitted into the warm vee of her thighs and stretched up 
along her mound toward her belly. 

Her tight, small tits were naked under the thin material of her dress. He 
could feel the hard nipples pushing against his chest, and he pressed them 
into him harder by placing the flat of his hand against her smooth back and 
pulling inward. 

Rhonda moved her head, nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. She put her 
soft lips against the side of his neck, close to his ear. Her breath was 
warm and moist. 

"Relax, darling," she whispered breathily. "I'm not going to bite you." 

He could feel her grinning. Her tongue tip came from between her soft lips 
and swirled against his ear, making him gasp and shiver with unbelievable 
sensation, and his cock throbbed fully against her belly. 

God, can't she feel it? What's a guy supposed to do with his hard prick! he 
cried inwardly. 

He tried to relax. He only sweated harder. Rhonda was nearly eighteen, a 
senior, and it was beyond his wildest dreams that he was finally with 
her-alone with her, dancing with her, holding her in his arms, holding her 
tits against his chest and her pussy against his straining, throbbing prick. 

She was so damn beautiful he couldn't stand it. He dreamed about her every 
night any more. He'd watched her for a year and a half, her willowy, 
graceful body gliding down the halls at school, her long, raven hair falling 
silkily about her shoulders and over the sweet, smooth bumps of her tits. 

When she laughed, it was like the tinkling of bells to him. She would tip 
her head back and fill the room with sunshine and gaiety, and he could do 
more than watch in awe from afar. 

Always at a distance. Why would a beauty like Rhonda look at a punk like 
him? Especially when he was two years younger than she was? She always had 
boys around her, loud-mouth, crude bastards, the football jocks and that 
type. He hated them. They were too crude for such a delicate beauty as 
Rhonda. 

He wasn't sure how it had happened at last, but it had. So quickly. He'd 
finally screwed up the courage to speak to her. Then one remark had led to 
another, and he had a date with her. Then another and another! 

And tonight-tonight, he was alone with her, in her house, holding her close 
against his throbbing, beating cock, dancing to soft music, feeling the 
yielding slenderness of her sweet body in his arms. 

She stopped swaying with him. She tipped her head back slightly, looking up 
at him with those soft, green eyes of hers. There was a ghost of a smile 
flitting at the corners of her wide, soft mouth. 

"Pete, darling, what is it? Do I frighten you? You're trembling all over, 
Pete. I told you it was all right to be here with me. My parents are out of 
town for the night. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Is that 
what frightens you, Pete?" 

She smiled again, just a little upturn of her mouth. Was she playing with 
him? Making fun of him? Christ, couldn't she feel the way her hips were 
cupping his when she leaned back like that and making his prick rub 
thrillingly up and down against her pussy? 

"I...I...." Pete choked, nearly gasping. 

Rhonda laughed very softly. She slid her hands down his back and clenched 
them, intertwining her fingers at the small of his back. She leaned back 
even more, making her pelvis rock fully against his, making the hard shaft 
of his cock actually sink in against the swollen puffiness of her cunt-lips. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed at him. "I think I frighten you, darling," she smiled. 
"Or am I embarrassing you right now-is that it?" 

He looked down at her beautiful face. He saw the way her tight, firm cones 
filled the front of her dress. He saw the bumps of her nipples standing 
plainly against the material. 

He closed his eyes and swallowed. For just a fleeting moment, he'd thought 
he was looking at his sister's tits. He remembered the time Sandy had worn a 
thin dress, back when her tits were just growing, and he'd gotten all hot 
over the sight of them. Now, Sandy's tits were big and pointed, full and 
obvious. He liked tits better when there was a subtle hint of them, a tight 
little handful-the kind Rhonda had. 

He grinned crookedly. He tried to sound suave, but his voice cracked, and he 
knew he was sweating too much. "I'm embarrassing myself," he said. 

She laughed softly. She slid her hands a little lower, her fingers 
outspread. They curled around the heated mounds of his buttocks, and she 
pulled inward, making his cock fit into the groove of her cunt. She swayed 
gently, moving her hips and round, tight ass from side to side while she 
smiled at him, and he knew without any doubt that she not only felt his cock 
lying hard against her pussy-she wanted to feel it there! 

"There's nothing to feel embarrassed about, Pete," she said softly. "I love 
the feel of your hard prick against my pussy." 

"Rhonda!" he gasped, his cock throbbing threateningly. 

"You have a cock, Pete. All boys have cocks. Sometimes, when they dance with 
me, their cocks get hard, and there's nowhere for a hard cock to hide in a 
pair of tight jeans." 

"That's for sure!" he gasped, clearing his throat, wishing his voice would 
stop that damn cracking. 

"Then don't try to hide it, darling. Let it stretch up against my belly, 
against my pussy. Let my pussy rub against it. It feels good for you, and it 
feels good for me, too." 

"D-Does it?" he choked. 

She tipped her head to the side and looked at him a long, lingering moment. 
Then she pulled herself against him again, tipping her head up, pursing her 
soft lips, placing them against his. 

She kissed him for a long, slow, steamy moment, and his prick nearly spurted 
cum in his pants. She drew back and smiled at him again. 

"There," she said softly. "Still afraid of me?" 

"I...God, Rhonda, I.. . " he gasped. 

"Oh, Pete, you're such a worrier. You're not doing anything wrong." 

"I don't want to do anything wrong with you, Rhonda!" he cried. 

"You're not, you're not," she said, smoothing her hand along the side of his 
face. "Pete, darling, there's something you don't understand yet. I like 
you. I like you lots. I like you the best of all. Can't you understand 
that?" 

"I can't believe it," he gasped, feeling dizzy. "All those other guys-and 
I'm just a kid compared to them. I'm clumsy and tongue-tied, and my voice 
cracks every time I talk to you, and-" 

She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh," she hushed. "Don't say any more, 
darling. Not another word. You have to believe me when I tell you that's why 
I like you so much. You're decent and kind. You want to be with me just 
because I'm me, not because of my looks or because of what you might think 
you can get off me." 

"Rhonda!" he cried, horrified with the thought that she would even suspect 
him of trying to get a piece of her ass. 

She smiled sweetly again. "You see, darling? I know. I can tell. And I love 
you for it. Yes-I think I'm falling in love with you, Pete." 

"Rhonda!" he wailed again. "Oh, God, don't tease me!" 

"I'm not, Pete. That's why I wanted you to come over tonight, before you 
left for your vacation. I wanted you to go away without any worry, without 
any fears-knowing that I'll be waiting for you to come back." 

"Ohhhh, Rhonda, do you really mean that?" he nearly sobbed, relief washing 
through him. "It was getting so I just couldn't bear to go on that damn 
vacation, knowing you'd want to go out, knowing about all those other guys 
hanging around and-" 

"Let them hang around all they want, Pete, you have no worry. They don't 
make up my mind and my heart for me. I do that. And I've chosen you." 

"God, I can't believe it!" he cried happily. 

She touched him all over as she talked. "I love your unruly mop of sandy 
hair. I love your blue eyes, your boyish cheeks, your trim shoulders and 
normal-sized chest, that isn't like a big barrel pushing against me, all 
lumped with muscles. And I love-the hard, strong feel of your prick, Pete," 
she breathed, smoothing her open hand over the straining thrust of his 
prick. 

"Ohhhh, God, Rhonda! I love you, too! Everything! Everything about you! God, 
I can't believe this is really happening!" 

She pressed against him and sighed quaveringly, as if reaching a decision. 
She took his trembling hand and tugged gently. 

"Come with me, darling. Come over here with me, and I'll prove I mean it." 

He stumbled over his feet. He gasped and choked. His prick pounded fitfully 
in his pants. He followed her gliding form towards the couch and nearly 
collapsed from rubbery knees halfway there. She turned and sat and pulled 
him down next to her. 

"Pete, you have to understand and believe that I've done this for only one 
boy besides you. A long so time ago, Pete, before we even moved here. It was 
good then, Pete. Very good. I won't he. But it's over. All the other boys 
here at school-not one of them has touched me. Not with my permission. Do 
you believe me, Pete?" 

"I...Yes, Rhonda, yes!" he cried. 

She leaned against him and kissed him tenderly, smoothing her hand down his 
chest, over his stomach, against his abdomen, her fingers reaching 
erotically into the waist of his pants and pausing. 

"Oh, thank you, darling," she said, her voice catching. "I needed you to 
believe me-someone to believe me. Nobody believes me when I tell the truth. 
My parents, they think that every boy ...that I'm a ...a complete slut!" 

"No, no! You're anything but that, Rhonda! You're wonderful and good, and I 
believe you and love you!" Pete cried. 

"You remind me of him, Pete. Very much." 

"I-I don't care, Rhonda," he said. He smiled crookedly. "I was just thinking 
a minute ago how you reminded me a little of my sister-your pretty tits-back 
when she had little ones." 

She laughed with him and hugged him. "I was going to tell you that you were 
blind! Sandy's tits are much bigger than mine!" 

"I don't like big tits, Rhonda. I love yours. They're just right." 

"Are they, Pete?" she smiled happily. "Then you may look at them all you 
want, darling. Right now!" 

She pulled away from him. She arched her spine and swept her long, glossy 
hair from her back. She reached for the zipper on her dress and pulled it 
down with a soft purr as she stood lithely in front of him. 

She peeled the dress from her shoulders and smiled as she let it slip down 
her front, to her waist. Pete stared, his eyes bugging from his head. He 
licked his lips and felt his cock throb wildly at the sight of her. 

Her tits were cones of perfection. They stood firm and proud on her chest, 
wide spaced and high, capped with pink, spiked nipples. He watched in 
disbelief as Rhonda hooked her thumbs into the dress at her waist and 
twisted her hips and lovely ass and pushed it down. 

The dress slipped to the floor in a soft puddle. She stepped out of it, 
lifting her thighs, parting them, letting him see the way the crotch of her 
blue bikini panties snugged around her pouting pussy. 

She smiled constantly. She put her hands on her hips. She turned slowly for 
him, showing him the pert thrust of her tight, round ass, the way the 
panties hugged it like a second skin. Her raven hair cascaded down her white 
back in a glimmering shower. 

"Am I too skinny for you, Pete?" she asked softly, facing him again. 

"Ohhhhh, no, Rhonda-no!" he gasped. "You're the most beautiful thing I've 
ever seen in my life!" 

"Oh, Pete-Pete!" she cried happily, falling to her knees in front of him. 
"I'm glad you like me! I want you to like me!" 

"I love you, Rhonda!" he cried earnestly. 

"Pete, I want...Let me ...Ohhhh, Pete!" she gasped, reaching out with her 
hand. 

He watched the movement of it. He sucked in his breath. He nearly creamed 
when her fingers caught the tab of his zipper and worked it down. 

Her face was right there in his lap. She was leaning forward, placed between 
his knees. Her tits rested against his inner thighs, so soft and hot, the 
little nipples punching into his skin. 

She reached inside his fly. Her cool, slender fingers wrapped around his 
throbbing, pulsing cock. She worked it out, and he could see the glistening 
oils seeping from the tip. 

"Ohhhh, it's lovely, Pete!" she cried softly. "I love your hot, hard prick! 
I...Pete, I. . . " 

She opened her mouth. Her wide, soft mouth. She licked out with the tip of 
her tongue, wetting her soft lips. Her raven, silky hair fell forward as she 
tipped her head down and aimed his cock towards her open mouth. 

"Ahhhhhhgh!" Pete cried, stiffening jerkily, thrusting up with his hips and 
spearing cock. 

Just the touch. That was all he'd needed. The touch and the thought and the 
knowledge that she was doing it. He exploded. 

The first hot, wet, silky touch of her warm lips around the head of his 
prick was all it took to make the dream of two years hose forth. 

His prick jerked wildly, and his hips lurched upward. His hard, spouting 
prick fucked deeply into her receiving mouth, and he could feel the slide of 
her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He felt the warmth and 
slipperiness inside her mouth as his fountaining prick filled her with 
lubricating jets of hot sperm. 

He yelled wildly and clamped his hands around the sides of her silk-haired 
head. He held her there and fucked his cock deeply towards the back of her 
throat, hating himself for botching everything by blowing his wad into her 
beautiful mouth. 

He shuddered and quaked for an interminable time. He wanted his traitorous 
balls to stop pumping his cum down her throat. He wanted to cut off his 
prick and throw it away for the offensive bar of spitting iron it was. 

She would hate him now. She would never see him again. She would hate him to 
his very core for doing such a filthy thing, when all she'd wanted to do was 
kiss his prick tenderly and slide into his arms and let him touch her pretty 
tits. 

He knew that was all she'd intended to do. She wasn't a slut. She hadn't 
even taken off her panties. She hadn't wanted sex. He'd said her tits were 
beautiful, and she was simply showing them to him, and now he'd ruined it 
all. 

"Ahhhhgh, I can't stop! I'm sorry! Rhonda, I'm sorry!" he cried, over and 
over. "Don't hate me, Rhonda! I didn't mean to come! Not in your mouth! Not 
even in your pussy! Ohhhhh, shit! Shit!" 

He forced his clutching hands to leave her head. That was the least he could 
do-release her. 

His prick blew and spat and hosed without end. He felt her tongue wriggling 
at the bottom of it, clear down towards his balls. It took him a long, 
stunned, orgasming moment to realize that her tongue was stripping back up, 
going down, then back up towards the head again. 

God, she was milking the sperm right out of his flaming prick! 

And her head was bobbing up and down! 

She was sucking his cock off willingly! 

"AHHHHHHGH!" he yelled throatily. 

When it was finally over, his eyes were bulging from his head. He gasped 
harshly. His heart pounded violently in his chest. He stared down at the top 
of her silky head and watched it slacken the speed of bobbing, watched her 
twist her head around and around as her lips sucked and gripped his blazing 
prick. He heard her moan. The sound was one of pleasure. He couldn't believe 
his ears. 

She sucked her lips off the tip of his prick finally, giving it a last flick 
with the tip of her tongue. She looked up at him from his crotch, resting 
her head on his thighs. There was a dribble of the telltale odiousness of 
what he'd done on her hp. She licked it off and moaned again, lifting her 
eyes to him dreamily. 

"Ohhhh, Pete, so fast! So hot!" 

"Rhonda, I didn't...I didn't mean to come! Oh, forgive me, Rhonda!" 

"Darling Pete, there's nothing to forgive," she purred, stroking his 
still-stiff prick with her slippery, slim fingers. 

"But...but. . . " he choked. 

"I love you, Pete," she said simply. "I told you to believe me." 

"Rhonda! You mean . . . ?" 

"Of course, I wanted to suck your prick. I wanted you to come in my mouth. I 
wanted to drink your hot sperm down. But you came so fast, darling! You 
didn't give me time to really suck on your beautiful prick. Pete, sweetie, 
we're going to have to do something about that. You mustn't come so fast 
that you deprive me of my pleasure, too." 

Pete's head spun in dizzying circles. It wasn't real. I couldn't be real. He 
was just dreaming again. That had to be it. But if that were true, then his 
dream was undoing his belt buckle and opening his pants all the way and 
urging them off his body. 

He watched the beautiful dream before him and lifted his butt up off the 
couch and helped her slide his pants down his legs-pants and soaked briefs 
both. 

After she'd opened his shirt, she cupped his balls with one hand and softly, 
slowly jacked his prick with the other. Then she looked up at him with that 
dreamy expression again. 

"Have you ever fucked a girl, Pete?" she asked. 

"Haaa," he groaned idiotically. He didn't know how to answer. He said yes to 
another boy, because he was damned if he'd admit to being still cherry. But 
Rhonda wasn't another boy. She might not like it if he lied to her. 

"You haven't, darling, have you?" she asked softly, seeing through him 
easily. 

"No," he gasped finally, feeling proud and ashamed at the same time. 

"Not even Sandy, your pretty, cute little sister?" 

"My sister!" he choked. 

"Is that something terrible to you, Pete? It isn't to me. Tommy used to fuck 
his sister." The smile went off her face, and she became lost in a moment of 
memory. "Tommy was the boy, the one I told you about. Sweet Tommy. He 
learned so well from his sister. He fucked me so beautifully. Oh, Pete," she 
cried, looking at him again, "you're so like Tommy! And yet-and yet, you're 
you. You're Pete to me, not Tommy. Don't ever think differently. Oh, Pete, 
fuck me!" she gasped. 

She rose to her feet. She reached for her panties and pushed them quickly 
down her hips and off her feet. She stood before him with her pussy thrust 
forward, letting him see everything. 

He stared with awe. It was the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen. Except 
for his sister's once, it was the only pussy he'd ever seen, but that didn't 
matter. It would be the most beautiful of them all. 

Dark fur surrounded her puffy lips. The lips were bloated apart with ready 
heat. He could see the pink, glistening silk of her pussy flesh between 
them. 

The dark hair made a sweet little triangle above her split cunt gap. It was 
not a bushy, overgrown mat of hair. It was just a touch of light, silky fur, 
a subtle shading in the beautiful vee of her crotch. 

Her thighs quivered as she stood there. They turned outward slightly, 
opening her pussy to him even more. He could see the sweet undercurving of 
her round ass-cheeks, and his prick throbbed redly, spearing up from his 
lap. 

"Ohhhh, fuck that beautiful prick all the way up my cunt, darling!" she 
groaned. 

She lifted one leg to the couch, straddling his hips. Her cunt spread wide 
open before his sight. She came over him, knees on either side of his hips 
now, her pussy only inches from his eyes. 

He stared into the silky, red, wet depths of it. His first cunt. He saw the 
muscular ring of her twat-mouth quiver and suck inward impatiently. He saw 
the puffy lips fill even more and spread apart even farther. 

His hands seemed to come upward automatically. They cupped around the tight, 
meaty swells of her ass-cheeks and held them. He felt the fine flesh quiver 
at his touch. 

She arched her spine and made her tits thrust towards his face. He couldn't 
believe it was really happening. 

"Suck them! Suck my pretty tits, Pete!" she moaned. 

He opened his mouth. He lunged forward. His teeth scraped her tender, 
swollen flesh, and he nearly chewed her nipple off in his fervor to taste 
the rubbery sweetness of it. 

"Ah! Not so hard! Ohhhh, don't bite my tit off!" she cried. 

He pulled back. He licked his lips. His cock throbbed. He'd botched it 
again. 

"The other one, Pete. Suck the other one. Gently, darling! Ohhhh, suck my 
tit gently!" 

He tried. He slipped the sweet nipple between his lips. He drew on it as 
gently as he could. But there was no standard in his past that he could 
refer to. He'd never sucked a tit before, gently or otherwise-not that he 
could remember. His mother's maybe, when he was suckling milk from her. 

The thought made his balls draw up and his cock stretch towards the ceiling. 
He closed his eyes and imagined he was sucking on his mother's tit, his 
sister's tit-any tit! 

"Ahhhhh, that's lovely!" Rhonda cried. "Oh, Pete! Now! Now, your prick! Up 
my pussy!" 

She settled down slowly. She wriggled her ass, pushing her pelvis forward 
and back and from side to side. 

The puffy, slippery cunt-lips found the throbbing knob and surrounded it. 
The heat and moisture and slickness of it was incredible to him., He'd 
dreamed about fucking before, but he'd never imagined it would feel like 
this. 

Her pussy-mouth literally nibbled at the head of his cock and sucked it up 
inside! 

"Ah! Ahhhhh, Rhonda!" he cried. 

He was like a coiled spring inside. His hands pulled down on her ass at the 
same time his hips thrust upward. His bucking shaft lunged into her cunt, 
sinking into a bath of oiled, squirming silk. 

"Not so fast! Not so hard!" she cried. "Oh, Pete!" 

" Y AA AAA A AGH!" he bellowed. 

His balls rattled against the bottom of his throbbing cock. His shaft 
swelled to mighty dimensions and stretched for the back of her squirming, 
hot cunt. 

He yelled again and felt the pumping, spurting jets fly through his cherried 
shaft again. He spewed and hosed into her pussy, sending the cum deep, 
making her whole tunnel incredibly slippery. 

"Ahhhhhhh, I'm coming again!" he cried. 

"Ohhhhhhh, too fast, too fast!" she cried. 

She tossed her head back and forth. She whipped her ass in wild circles 
around his imbedded shaft, making her pussy pull and suck and writhe around 
his cock. 

It made a blazing spire of his prick. It throbbed and pulsed until it was 
nearly painful for him. She pumped back and forth and bounced up and down on 
his prick, puffing and gasping, straining for her own orgasm. 

"Oh! Ohhhhh, it won't come, Pete! Ohhhh, I'm so frustrated! Why did you come 
so fast? You shouldn't have come so fast the second time! That's why I 
sucked you off!" 

"Rhonda, I'm sorry!" Pete cried; rolling her ass in his hands, trying to 
assist her motions. 

He gritted his teeth. The sensations of her gripping, milking pussy on his 
exploded shaft were killing him. He quickly sucked on her tit again, but he 
knew while he was doing it that he was doing it too roughly again, hurting 
her instead of exciting her. 

He didn't know what to do. He felt like such an oaf he wanted to cry. His 
perfect chance to be suave and wonderful to her, and he'd blown it all to 
hell and back again. 

"Ohhhh, stop-stop!" she cried finally, stiff-arming his shoulders, pushing 
his head back from her raw, sore tit. 

She stiffened her thighs and lifted her pussy from his throbbing, red prick. 
Her cunt-mouth sucked and nipped his knob as it popped free, and he sucked 
in his breath when the cool air hit his blazing prick. 

Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide. She panted harshly, moaning at the 
same time. He couldn't help looking at her pussy. He saw his sperm sliding 
from the quivering mouth, clinging to the puffy tissue of one hp before 
stringing down and dropping onto his thigh. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I've got to come! I'm so horny and frustrated now I 
can't stand it!" 

"Rhonda, I'm sorry!" he cried again, his lip quivering with the threat of a 
great sob of despair welling inside him. 

She looked at him for a moment. It was an expression that made him wither, 
because it told him everything was all over between them after his clumsy 
goddamn performance. 

Then her expression softened, and she put her warm hand to the side of his 
face. "I know you're sorry, honey," she said. "It's all right. 

You're hot. You've never fucked before, and you can't help it. But now 
you've got to help me come, darling-you've got to!" 

"Yes! Anything! I'll do anything you want me to, Rhonda! Ohhhh, I want it to 
be good for you-sweet and good, the way it was with-with Tommy!" 

"All right, Pete," she said, biting on her soft lower hp and quivering with 
need. "One more time. Do you think you can keep that hot prick from coming 
until I want it to?" 

"Yes! Oh, I'll try real hard, Rhonda! I swear I'll try!" 

She lifted her leg. She fell forward along the couch until she was on her 
hands and knees. She looked back at him, over her shoulder. 

He stared. Her tits jutted downward from her chest. Her raven hair hung in a 
glimmering shower of jet silk. Her spine was bowed in the most graceful 
curve he'd ever seen. 

Her round, tight ass was pointing right at his face. She spread her knees on 
the couch, and he traced the slim, curving lines of her thighs up to her 
crotch. 

He saw the puffy cunt-lips pouting down beneath her crotch. He saw the deep, 
shadowy cleft between her tight, firm cheeks. He watched her swing her butt 
gently from side to side as she smiled heatedly over her shoulder at him, 
and he could see the puckered pink-brown mouth of her asshole winking there 
in the depths of her ass-crack at him. 

"In my ass, Pete!" she gasped. "Fuck your prick up my ass! Oh, slowly, 
darling! Fuck me slowly and wonderfully, and I'll come and come for you!" 

His head spun. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Up her 
ass! That beautiful little ass! How many times he'd watched the wiggle and 
sway of that tight, wonderful ass as he walked behind her down the halls at 
school. How many times he'd dreamed of that tight, wonderful ass when he was 
jacking off at night in bed! 

Now she was begging for him to fuck his prick up her ass! 

His cock throbbed and stretched unbelievably, and his tongue slurped around 
the opening of his gaping mouth. 

"Rhonda!" he gasped. "You can't-it won't ...Ohhhhhh, God!" 

"Do it! I love it up my ass! I always came when Tommy fucked my ass, no 
matter how frustrated or worn out I was! Ohhhh, hurry, Pete!" 

He got to his knees behind her. His cock pulsed so hard he had to grip it in 
his hand to hold it still. He looked down her round swells and the puckered 
red-brown mouth between them. 

"Ohhhh, hurry, Pete!" she cried again. 

She reached behind herself with one hand and pulled her ass-cheeks wide 
open. She tipped her butt up, giving him a clear target of her pulsing 
asshole. 

Her pussy-lips were flared wide apart, pouting down beneath her crotch, 
lined with the dark fur of her raven pubes that framed the pink, dripping 
slit of her cunt-mouth. 

Juice seeped from it, hot and slippery. It glistened on her inner thigh as 
it trickled downward, and he knew some of it was his sperm. His cock pulsed 
and throbbed wildly in his squeezing grip, and the knob looked ready to 
burst. 

"Up my ass, Pete!" she cried again. "Put your prickhead against my asshole 
and fuck it up me!" 

He whimpered slightly. He gritted his teeth with determination, bent on 
fucking her right this time. 

He came forward. The fronts of his thighs touched the backs of hers. He 
aimed his cockhead right at the pulsing little target. He didn't see how his 
big shaft could possibly fit into the winking bung without half killing her. 

The moment his knob touched the hot, sucking little shitter, it swelled and 
pulsed and tried to stretch inside. 

"Ahhhhhh, yes! Yes, darling! Ohhh, push! Ah! Gently, Pete! Gently!" 

He pushed gently. Steadily. He watched it all happen. The big cockhead 
indented the rosy pucker. He felt the muscular spasms and contractions. He 
saw the way her fingertips indented the firm flesh of her ass-cheek as she 
pulled her buttocks apart for him. 

His prick was one throbbing, stretching tube of fire. He felt his balls draw 
up tightly under the base of his cock. He watched the tight muscular ring 
begin to part under the relentless press of his mushroom-headed cock. 

"Ahhhhh, wait-wait!" Rhonda gasped. "It's too dry now. Your prick's too dry! 
Fuck it up my pussy first and get it sopping wet and try it again!" 

Pete gasped. He shifted his prickhead downward, nosing into the slippery 
flesh of her puffy cunt-slit. Hot, oiled silk surrounded his pulsing glans, 
sucked at it, pulled inward. 

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. 

"Don't come! Don't you dare come again, Pete Watkins!" 

"I won't, Rhonda! I promise I won't!" 

"Fuck! Fuck it up my pussy! Ah! Ahhhhhhh, good, good!" 

He pressed forward. His prick slid into the heated, slippery haven of her 
writhing pussy. It went all the way, all the fucking way up her cunt! 

He gasped again and again. He leaned against her firm, hot ass-cheeks and 
pressed his thighs up against the backs of hers. His balls snuggled into the 
warm fullness of her puffy pussy-lips and became coated with her hot, 
slippery juices. 

His prick was bathed and milked by her working pussy. Sensations shot 
through him that he'd never believed existed. Fucking her again was wholly 
different than the first time, and he now understood why she'd been angry 
with him for coming so fast and ending it before they'd even begun. 

"Wonderful!" Rhonda gasped. "Ahhhhh, I love your prick! Ohhhh, fuck back and 
forth, slowly, gently! Ohhhhh, Pete, that's the way to fuck me! That's the 
way I love it!" 

He sucked in his breath and held it until his lungs banged for a fresh 
draft. He did everything she told him to. He fucked his prick back and forth 
slowly and gently, feeling the slide through her wet, warm pussy-tunnel, 
feeling the little muscular contractions, the exciting squirming of her cunt 
around his shaft. 

He could feel himself beginning to boil again. He gritted his teeth and 
tipped his head back and tried very hard not to come. He wished she would 
hurry. He knew he wasn't going to last very long fucking her like this. 

"Now!" she cried suddenly, tipping her butt up and down, making her 
cunt-mouth pull and tug at his root. "It's wet enough now, darling! Take it 
out of my pussy and fuck it up my asshole!" 

His prick throbbed wildly. He jerked back quickly. His prick sprang from her 
tight, squeezing hole with a sucking pop of wetness. He let out his breath 
with relief and watched his prick jerk and throb. He'd nearly come again. 

He didn't have to be told what to do next. He aimed his dripping, glistening 
cockhead at her asshole. He pushed against it. He heard her moan with 
pleasure. He saw her head jerk up. He felt the incredibly tight, rubbery 
ass-mouth part and suck up his wide glans. 

"Yes! Ohhhhh, yes! You're in my asshole! Ohhhhh, push it all the way up my 
butt, darling! All the way!" 

Pete quivered all over. He put his hands on her butt-cheeks to steady 
himself. He felt as if he were going to faint over with utter bliss. 

Her asshole squeezed and sucked tightly at the head of his prick. It was a 
whole different sensation in her ass than it had been in her pussy. 

There was something dark and clinging and tight about her ass. He loved the 
way her ass-ring squeezed and pulled. He moaned and pressed forward and felt 
his whole shaft sink into the dusky tunnel. 

"Yahhhh, it's wonderful!" Rhonda cried. "Ohhhh, lie along my back! Reach 
around and play with my tits! Rub my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me!" 

He obeyed. He pressed up against her flaring butt, feeling the firm pillows 
of her ass against his upper thighs and belly. He lay along the fine curve 
of her spine. 

He reached around her body and cupped her sweet, handful-sized tits in his 
hands. He felt the spiked, hard nipples jut into his hot palms. He rolled 
them against her chest and fucked inward with his prick, driving it all the 
way up her ass. 

She moaned and rocked her butt up and took it all, quivering and gasping. 
His balls sank into the steamy wetness of her pussy-pocket. 

"Ah!" he choked. 

"No-no!" Rhonda cried. 

His prick bucked and jerked. His balls rattled. He clung to her tits with 
his hands and smeared himself over her silky back and gasped again. 

"Don't you dare!" Rhonda cried. "Not yet! Ohhhh, God, not yet, Pete!" 

"I can't-darling, I can't help it! Ohhhhh, your asshole! Your tits! Your 
pussy! Everything about you! Rhonda! YAAAAAAAAAAGH!" 

He squealed. Actually squealed. He was filled with self-loathing. But there 
wasn't a thing he could do to stop the powerful bucking and jerking of his 
prick. 

Spasms racked through his body. His hips chugged against her ass, sinking 
his prick deeper and deeper, making her body buck and jerk under the 
powerful thrusts. 

Her head bobbled on her neck. He walked her halfway along the couch as his 
hips banged against her ass-cheeks and bucked her forward. He knew he was 
being too rough on her tender asshole, but he couldn't stop himself. 

"AHHHHhhgh!" she cried. "You're killing me! Damn it! Pete, damn it!" 

"I'm sorry, Rhonda!" he cried, choking in her ear. "Honey, I couldn't help 
it!" 

"Get off! Get off!" she cried. 

Pete shuddered and spurted out the last of his orgasm and lifted himself 
from her back. His prick felt ruined. It felt as if he wouldn't be able to 
come again in a week. 

He sucked his cock from her tight asshole, hearing it pop. The tunnel had 
become terribly slippery from his boiling cum suddenly. The sensation made 
him cry out when her asshole took one last nip at his flaming glans. 

"Ohhhhh, you bastard!" Rhonda cried, rolling onto her back, clamping her 
hands between her thighs, cupping her pussy and her ass at the same time. 

He looked down at her. Her arms pushed in at the sides of her tits and made 
them jut from her chest The nipples stood on them like ruby spikes of 
rubber. 

Her mouth was open. She tossed her head and twisted her face up in an 
expression of silent agony. 

"Honey, what can I do?" he cried. "Oh, let me do something!" He gripped his 
cock and waggled it at her, intending to fuck it up her pussy again and make 
her come big and hard. 

Then he looked down and saw that it was half-limp. Useless. Just as useless 
for fucking as he was. 

"Ohhhhh!" Rhonda moaned, seeing just what he saw. "God, I've got to come! 
Never mind! Don't do anything, damn it-you've done enough! HI do it myself!" 

He sat back on his heels and watched. It was terribly exciting. She flung 
her knees wide apart. Her hips rocked up and down. She used both hands at 
her crotch. 

There was a finger up her asshole and her thumb up her pussy. That hand 
jerked back and forth and made the fingers fuck her holes. He could see the 
way her tissues sucked and drew after the slim, long digits. 

Her other hand swirled over her clit. He could see the little bump at the 
top of her cleft. Her fingertips circled over it again and again. 

He'd never seen a clit before. He'd never seen anything before. It was 
thrilling beyond belief to watch her masturbate. He wondered suddenly if 
Sandy did that when she was alone in bed in the room right next to his. One 
night, he'd creep into her room and find out if she did it. 

"Yes! Yessss!" Rhonda cried suddenly. 

Her hips lifted high. He could see everything. Her pussy-flesh sucked in 
wetly and quivered and then seemed to blow outward as she bucked and came. 

She tossed her hips and clamped her hands around her crotch tightly, rubbing 
and patting and squeezing. She thrashed all over the couch in the throes of 
orgasm, tossing her head and moaning again and again. 

"YAAAAAAGH! Ohhhhh, God, at last! I'm coming at last! Ohhhh, it's been so 
long! Ohhhhh, Pet, you bastard, see what you could have had squeezing all 
around your goddamn hot prick!" 

She jerked her hands away from her crotch and pointed her wet, drooling 
pussy at him. She opened hooded eyes and looked at him. Her pussy-flesh 
quivered and sucked, and juice dribbled from her hole until she quit coming. 

She sagged back to the couch and sighed heavily at last. "Ohhhh, God," she 
gasped. She looked away from him. 

Pete swallowed. His shoulders slumped. His prick sagged. He wanted to slink 
away from her sight and go cry. It was over now. He knew it was. 

"Rhonda, I.. . " he started. He got up from the couch and reached for his 
pants. 

"Pete," she said. "Where are you going?" 

He looked back. "Home. I...I'm sorry, Rhonda." 

Incredibly, she gave him a small smile. "You were so hot and horny." 

"I ruined it." 

"You didn't do me much good, that's for sure." 

"I...I won't bother you any more, Rhonda." 

"What?" she blurted, sitting up. "You mean that's it? That's all you wanted 
from me? A piece of ass? Just like all the others? You bastard! You goddamn 
bastard! I thought you were different!" 

He was thunderstruck. "No, Rhonda-no! I love you! I'm just no good for you, 
that's all!" 

"You could be, Pete. You could be a good fucker. But you need practice. You 
need to learn how to fuck." 

"But ...but...." he stammered. 

"You learn how, Pete," she said levelly. "You go on this vacation and find 
some girl and learn how to fuck, and then we'll try it one more time when 
you get back. Do you hear me, Pete?" 

"But...but Rhonda! I won't be seeing any girls! We're going camping out in 
the Everglades! There won't be any girls around but my sister and my ...my 
mother...." he choked. 

She smiled slowly and softly. She trailed her fingertips over her spread, 
wet pussy. "If you want to be my boy friend, Pete-if you ever want to fuck 
me again, you'll learn how to do it right. Or I'll have to go find a 
muscle-bound, dumb jock who knows how. I've gone long enough without. My 
parents think I'm a slut anyway. If you don't learn how to be my lover, then 
I might as well become one. Go home now, Pete. Pack and go on your vacation 
and leave me here to finger myself off again and dream about how wonderful a 
lover you're going to be when you get back." 

He swallowed. He watched her he back and close her eyes. He watched her 
fingertips tease up and down her wet, silky pussy slit. 

He felt rattled. He pulled his pants on and buttoned his shirt. He glanced 
back at her. Her eyes were closed. There was a soft smile on her wide, 
pretty mouth. 

Her hips lifted up. Her knees went apart and came together, and her pelvis 
rocked. Her fingers slopped and slid through her pussy meat. 

He went towards the door. His prick strained in his pants, but it was shot. 
It wouldn't come up worth a damn. He watched until he heard her gasp sharply 
and then let out a long, low moan of pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhhh, God!" she gasped, coming again, thrashing in lonely abandon on 
the couch. 

He slipped through the door into the cool, sobering night. He started the 
half-mile walk home, his thoughts spinning. 

Was she serious? Did she really expect him to try to fuck Sandy? Or his-his 
mother? 

Images flashed through his mind as he walked. He pictured his sister's 
pointed, jutting tits in his mind. They blurred and merged and became his 
mother's tits. He remembered the time she'd bent over and her nightie had 
fallen away from her chest and revealed the full sight of her tits, nipples 
and all, clear down her stomach to the top of her auburn patch of pussy 
hair. 

His mother ! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Hal Watkins sat by himself at the end of the dark bar. He took another drink 
from his glass and set it back on the little napkin. His stomach growled 
with emptiness, and a pain shot through it. 

It was always like that after an after-hours session with the management 
committee. This one had gone on forever, and it had all been stacked against 
him. Ashly had seen to that, the bastard. Then he'd had the gall to grin 
afterwards and wish him a happy vacation. 

He glanced at his watch. Nearly nine. Lila was going to be pissed off 
because he wasn't home yet, helping her with the last-minute packing. His 
dinner would be dried out and cold. Ashly was going to knife him good while 
he was gone. He shouldn't go. He hadn't wanted to go in the first place. The 
whole damn vacation had been Lila's stupid idea. 

"...to get off by ourselves and renew our marriage, Hal, that's why. It's 
gotten lousy, and you know it. Don't you care?" 

He closed his eyes. He pictured the way she'd looked when she'd said that, 
nightie slipped from one shoulder so that her pointed tit hung out from it, 
hair disheveled, fist on one hip, her torso twisted sideways to him, finger 
pointing from outstretched arm-just as if she held an invisible rapier with 
which she'd just run him through. 

He took another drink. He caught sight of himself in the mirror behind the 
bar. He looked blankly at his image. I don't know, he thought. Do I care? 
About anything? 

Lila would do all right without him. Shit, she was already doing all right. 
Every stud that came sniffing around her got a good feel of her tit or a 
brush of her ass. 

Another pain shot through his stomach. His jaw clenched when he thought of 
the way his wife flirted with other men. Right in front of him, she didn't 
give a damn. Real sensitivity. Why the hell should he care what happened to 
their marriage? 

"Hi!" 

He was startled from his dark thoughts. He saw her in the mirror first. He 
looked to the side and saw her finish settling herself on the bar stood next 
to him. 

She was a little thing, on the dumpy side. Big round tits, short waist, 
broad hips that made her short skirt stretch tightly around her thighs and 
outline them, showing how they met at her pussy. 

There was something fairly cute about her pudgy face and full lips. Enough 
so that he said, "Hi," back to her. 

"You need cheering up," she said, looking at him. Her eyes were big and 
startlingly blue, her hair short and auburn. "Want me to cheer you up? I do 
anything. Anything your little heart desires." 

"You're pretty blunt," he said, appalled that he found her cute grin 
attractive and infectious. "How do you know I'm not a cop?" 

"Naw. I've seen you in here before. You work across the street. I've kinda 
had my eye on you, you know?" 

"Really?" 

"Come on. My place is just around the corner. I'll take away all the blues 
and make you feel sunny inside. That's a promise. I'm clean, too, no 
worries. Come on, honey, I've got what you need right now. Lots better than 
this poisonous stuff you're drinking, and no hangovers." 

She leaned against him. He felt her pudgy little hand slide up his thigh and 
boldly and gently squeeze his cock and balls. To his astonishment, he felt a 
stir of lust shoot through him, and he drew in his breath. 

"What do you like, honey? I'll do whatever you like." 

He looked at her full, fleshy lips. "Do you suck?" 

She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. "Honey, I'll make you think 
you're being eaten alive. I stay on it from start to finish and a little 
more besides," she smiled, pursing her lips afterwards. "Is that what you 
want? Lots of guys do. Their wives won't suck it." 

"What makes you think I'm married?" 

"I can tell. Come on," she said again, giving his balls another squeeze. 

"Wait a minute. How much?" 

She ran her eyes over his face. "I get fifty," she said. 

He nearly laughed in her face. For a minute, there, he'd been tempted. He 
didn't know why. Except maybe as a way to strike back at Lila for all her 
flirting or fucking or whatever she'd been doing while he was at work for 
the past two years. And as a way to get even for insisting on this goddamn 
vacation. 

"Not from me, ' he said, turning back to his drink. 

"I wasn't asking it from you. I told you, honey, I've had my eye on you. 
I'll suck your prick off and let you do anything else you want to me for 
nothing. You can't beat that." 

"What's the gimmick, baby?" 

"You fuck me." 

"Huh?" 

"That's all. You fuck that big prick up my pussy and give me a little fun, 
too. Hose out the fire you light in my pussy." 

He looked at her. She wasn't for real. She couldn't be. Could she? He sipped 
at his drink. He'd be late as hell getting home. Not that it really 
mattered. Iila was going to bitch at him no matter when he got there. His 
stuff was packed already anyway, the boat and the gear for camping he'd 
hauled from the back of the storage closet in the garage, where it had been 
stashed for a good seven years. 

"If you've got somebody around the corner to sandbag me, baby, the only 
thing that'll happen is that I'll get a headache." 

"I don't want your money. This one's for fun. Honest." 

It was too good to be true. He had to see what she was really after. "Let's 
go," he said. 

She was as good as her word. She didn't even lift an eyebrow when he locked 
her door and tested the deadbolt. Nobody was going to come in. And nobody 
was already inside. He let her slip his coat off and loosen his tie and 
stretch him out on her bed. She slipped his shoes off and sat beside him, 
her fleshy hip next to his. She worked at his belt and zipper, and he could 
feel his prick thickening. 

"Let me take them off," she said. "Let's get naked. It's more fun that way. 
Come on, relax. Let little Trixie make you feel all good." 

He complied. He lifted up when she pulled his pants off. He watched her 
wriggle out of her dress. Her ass and tits were still tight, even if they 
were dumpy. In a few years, she would turn to rolls of dough, but she wasn't 
there yet. 

"like my pussy?" she asked brightly, turning towards him, bracing her legs 
apart. She swirled her hand over it. It was shaved bald. The puffy lips had 
a curiously babyish look to them, the way Sandy's had been so many years 
ago. 

Her round tits were like full melons. They rolled all over her chest firmly. 
Her buttocks jiggled as she came to the bed and got on it. Her skin was 
creamy and smooth and slightly pink. She looked like a mound of succulent 
rubberiness made to be eaten all over. 

"Ohhhhh, it's getting stiff now!" she cried with delight, staring at his 
cock. "You like me after all! Mmmmm, just look at it! Oh, it's a beautiful 
prick, mister. You don't know how many ugly pricks there are on men. But not 
yours. I love it! Ohhhh, let me eat that beautiful prick!" 

She didn't waste any time. She got between his legs and cupped his balls in 
her fat little hand. Her palm was hot. She pursed her round lips and licked 
them. Then she dropped her face into his lap and sucked his cock all the way 
into her mouth and down her throat. 

"Ah, Jesus!" he gasped, arching up, his fingers clutching the bedding. 

Her tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, making the heavy tube 
stretch and throb as it hadn't for a long time. Her lips were fleshy and 
soft, and they sucked constantly. 

Her mouth was a vacuum, her tongue a milking suction pump. Her soft fingers 
rolled his balls and played with his asshole, and her soft tits pillowed on 
his thighs. 

He looked down at her and saw her head bob now and then. His prick rippled 
in and out of her throat when she did that, and then her lips and tongue did 
all the rest. 

After a stunned moment, he reached for her melon-round tits and cupped them. 
They were heavy and solid and firm. He squeezed them, and she moaned. He had 
the feeling he could squeeze them as tightly as his fingers would clench, 
and she would just moan and love it. 

He felt that he could pound against her and even punch his fist into her 
firm, pillowing body, and there would be no effect on her but another moan 
of joy. 

She was a sucking, fucking machine, a blow-up doll of indestructible vinyl, 
guaranteed not to rip, tear or puncture, or your money refunded. 

How different from Lila! If he squeezed Lila too hard, she cried out with 
pain and bitched at him and made his prick go soft. If he tried to position 
Lila in a new way, she would shriek with protest and tell him she didn't 
bend like that, moaning until his prick shriveled to nothing again. 

Getting her to suck his cock, even for five seconds, was unheard of. 
Suggesting an ass-fuck to her-just to even try it-was the most perverted, 
degrading thing imaginable. Suck her pussy? Oh, nasty! Nasty! Why? 

Why had he stayed with her so long? What the hell had he been missing all 
these years? 

"Ahhhhhh, God!" he croaked, thrusting his hips upward, fucking his prick 
fully into her swallowing throat. "I'm going to come!" 

"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn!" she moaned, doing everything harder and faster, egging him 
on. 

He couldn't believe the sensations. He couldn't believe the way she wanted 
him to spurt his load into her throat. And he couldn't believe the way her 
fat fingers were lifting his balls and her lower lip was wrapping around 
them and sucking them into her hot, suctioning mouth along with his 
prick-root. 

His head spun. She'd told the truth. He felt as if his whole crotch was 
being eaten up by her avid, greedy sucking mouth! 

"YAAAAAAAGH!" he roared, his knees flying wide, his hips straining upward. 

He wasn't prepared for the final touch. He didn't believe there could be any 
more sensation. But when she fucked her plump, slick finger up his asshole 
at the moment he came, he blew his wad so hard he nearly blacked out. 

His prick bucked and throbbed and stretched. It spurted and hosed wildly 
into her swallowing throat. His asshole spasmed around her imbedded finger, 
and his balls pumped and pumped inside the warm wet little pillows of her 
cushioning lips. 

It was an appalling experience-one he'd dreamed about in his life but never 
thought would really happen to him. In a wild moment of utter madness, he 
was ready to leave lovely Lila and his colorless marriage with her and shack 
up with this cock-sucking little dumpling and blow his balls off in her 
mouth three times a day. 

He uncoiled slowly, moaning, sinking back onto the bed. Trixie slipped her 
pudgy finger from his asshole and made his prick spurt a last dollop into 
her mouth. 

She sucked it down. She slipped her mouth from his prick with a teasing nip. 
She licked her lips and smiled heatedly at him. 

"Mmmmm, what a load! What a prick! Oh, honey, you were hot for a good 
sucking!" She came up against him, cuddling her round body softly into his. 
"What a shame," she said. "I get so many guys like you." 

"What do you mean?" He felt absurdly jealous. 

"If it weren't for wives like yours, honey, I'd damn near be out of 
business, did you know that?" 

"No." He wasn't interested. He put his hand on her round, plump ass, and he 
started getting ideas. She'd said she'd do anything. 

"They don't know how to take care of a man," she went on, lifting a melon 
tit with her hand and pushing the nipple against his, making the two rubbery 
tips duel playfully. "Is your wife like that? She doesn't do what you want 
her to?" 

"Yeah," Hal said, squeezing her plump ass. 

"You want your prick sucked off, but she squeals and says ugh! You think up 
a new position and imagine it all day long, and when you get home ready to 
try it out, she turns it off, right." 

"Yeah." 

"I hear it all the time, honey. Oh, it's not all one-sided, though. 
Sometimes the guy doesn't know how to fuck either, and the wife goes around 
feeling dead and frustrated." She put her hand to his chin and turned his 
face towards her. "Hey, you aren't one of those, are you?" 

He blinked. He looked into her startlingly blue eyes and opened his mouth, 
and he suddenly wasn't sure. Was that why Lila flirted with other men? Was 
he a lousy fucker? 

"You got kids, honey?" she asked, reaching for his crotch, fondling his 
prick and balls and making him begin to fill again. 

"Two," he said. 

"Boy and girl maybe?" 

"That's right." 

"I'd like kids. Maybe some day I'll have some. Two, like you. Boy, you can 
be sure of one thing about my kids," she said fervently. 

"What?" 

"They're gonna know how to fuck! I'm gonna teach 'em myself, right from the 
beginning. Both of them, I don't care what sex they come out. I'm gonna fuck 
them, and they're gonna fuck me and each other, and we're gonna have a ball! 
No hung-up kids from me to turn loose in the world, no sir!" 

Hal's prick throbbed to erection in her soft hand. He looked at her, wanting 
to see if she were smiling and making fun, but she was dead serious. 

He suddenly thought of Sandy. She was fourteen, now, getting a nice shape on 
her. She was pretty serious about that guy Riley, too. 

He felt a sudden pang. God-the years! Where did they go? It seemed just 
yesterday that Sandy was still a little kid sitting in his lap and hugging 
him around the neck and kissing him. 

He wondered what it would be like to kiss her like that now. He imagined how 
it would be for her tight, round ass to be snuggled into his lap the way she 
used to do it, and his prick pulsed shamefully. 

God, had she been fucked yet? Was she going to be as conventional about it 
as her mother? Or was she enough a part of the sexual revolution to fuck in 
all pleasurable ways? 

And what about Pete? Hell, he was sixteen, now. He must have gotten his 
first piece of ass by now from-what was her name? Rhonda? Damn, what a 
neat-looking girl. 

"Hey, mister, whatcha gonna do with this big hard prick you got here now?" 
Trixie giggled, jacking his shaft. 

He turned his head and looked at her again. "I'm going to fuck it up your 
ass," he said, shaking her butt with his squeezing fingers. "This big fat 
ass!" 

"Ooooo, I love it that way!" she squealed, giggling again. "But don't 
forget, now-you gotta save enough to fuck my pussy and give me a big bang" 

"Don't worry," he grinned. "I've been saving up for you for years." 

She giggled again and scampered around on the bed, straddling him, facing 
his feet. She jacked his stiff cock and licked at it and spread her knees on 
either side of his head. 

"Ooooo, suck my pussy first, honey! Lick my little asshole and get it all 
wet and slippery, and then fuck this big stiff pole clear up to my belly!" 

He looked straight up. Her twat was split wide apart. The puffy lips, 
hairless and pink, looked like they came from a baby's chubby, soft little 
pussy. 

He saw the pink slit and the wetness inside, the way her cunt-mouth quivered 
and pulsed in and out readily. He saw the pink little button of her asshole, 
surprisingly tiny and bright in color. It was quivering, too. 

Her thighs and pussy and ass-cheeks were a pillowing field of soft pinkness 
hovering over his face. It all started lowering towards him, and he clamped 
his hands on her fleshy rump to halt the descent. 

"What's the matter?" she cried. 

"You're going to smother me with that wet pussy!" he choked. 

She looked under her tits and belly at him, her chubby face upside down. "Is 
that really what's the matter, honey?" she asked chidingly. "Hell yes," he 
said. 

"Or maybe you don't like sucking cunt and licking asshole, huh? Maybe you've 
been holding out on your wife, too?" 

Hal looked at her. Why was he feeling that sudden surge of anxiety?"Hell 
no!" he cried defensively. "I'll suck that little bald cunt of yours 
purple!" 

"Oohhh, I can't wait! My asshole, too?" 

Hal looked up at the winking pink mouth. He swallowed. He heard her giggle. 

"That's just what I thought," she said. "You've been depriving your little 
wife of something wonderful. You've been depriving each other. That's so 
sad, honey. Look, try it. Do it like this." 

She tipped his straining cock to the side and lifted his balls out of the 
way. She bent far over his crotch. He felt her short hair tickle his thighs. 
He felt her warm breath puff against the underside of his balls. 

Then he nearly shouted into her wet pussy meat when her tongue tip circled 
his asshole and speared inside it and fucked back and forth quickly for an 
erotically long time. 

"God!" he cried. "Ohhhhh, God!" 

"Feels good, huh? You do it! Come on, try it! Make my butt feel good, too!" 

He gasped. He sucked his breath deep into his lungs. Her split crotch was 
coming towards his face again. 

"Think about your little girl," she said heatedly. "Look at my naked pussy 
and think about a sweet little girl's pussy, how sweet and tasty it would be 
to suck and lick at it! Ohhhh, do it!" 

Hal's emotions spun. The enfolding pink flesh, perfumed and moist, hovered 
just over his nose and mouth. Soft flesh filled his hands. He felt that he 
could drown himself in the field of pillowing, soft pinkness surrounding his 
head. 

He let out a moan as her tongue speared up his asshole again and her hand 
jacked his prick, and he lunged upward, pulling on her fleshy buttocks at 
the same time. 

Warm thighs, hot pussy-flesh, meaty cunt-lips-all surrounded his face. His 
nose sank into the cleft of her ass, pillowed by soft butt. 

Her pussy-lips spread against his, and her cunt-juice seeped into his mouth 
and filled his senses with the taste of her. His tongue speared out, and it 
was surrounded by sucking, slick cunt-flesh, milking and drawing his tongue 
deeper into the sweet, slippery tunnel of her pussy. 

He went half-crazy. It was a wild moment. He licked and slurped. He shook 
his head in the folds of surrounding flesh, gasping for air, then burying 
himself in the wide field of her crotch again. 

He couldn't help thinking of Sandy. She'd put the idea in his mind, and it 
flourished there. He imagined he was burrowing into his little daughter's 
tender crotch, and heat shot through him as it never had before. 

His tongue lapped along her slit, circled the bud of her clit, massaged the 
plump, solid puffs of her pussylips. It slithered all over her crotch, 
finally slipping into the deep cleft between her full ass-cheeks. 

He felt the rubbery pucker of her asshole under the tip of his tongue before 
he realized what it was. He'd never licked an asshole before. Not Lila's, 
not anybody's. 

He'd thought of fucking an asshole but never of licking and kissing it. He 
knew then he would have rejected Lila if she'd ever asked him to do that to 
her asshole. And yet he was faulting her for rejecting some of his requests. 

This little whore was right-he had a double standard. 

Her mouth engulfed his cock again. He groaned savagely and thrust his tongue 
into the center of her quaking asshole, driving it deep. His lips encircled 
the puckered mouth and sucked. His thumbs pried her fleshy butt-cheeks apart 
so that he could bury his face into the pillowing flesh of her ass. 

His chin fucked into her streaming, quivering slit, and he gobbled and 
sucked and licked furiously at her whole crotch-her pink, soft, wet, 
rubbery, little-girl crotch. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried explosively, sucking her mouth from 
his prick. "I can't take any more! Fuck me!" 

She whipped around agilely and threw herself against him, pressing her round 
tits against his chest, squirming her hips atop his. She sank her dripping, 
split pussy down on his raging cock and ground her middle against his. 

Then she adroitly rolled their coupled bodies over until he was on top of 
her. Her thighs split wide and locked high around his waist. Her naked pussy 
puffed around the root of his prick and made his straining cock sink all the 
way up her sucking, writhing cunt. 

She tossed and moaned under him. He rolled on her fleshy tits, held there by 
the amazing strength of her arms around his back. His hips pounded wildly 
against her, and his prick stretched for the back of her cunt. 

He could feel the absence of hair on her pussy. It was a delicious 
sensation. Shamefully erotic, filling his mind with images of how he would 
fuck an adolescent girl, like a dirty old man. 

Her wet lips found his and sucked on his mouth. Her tongue thrust deep 
inside, and he felt rather than heard her growl of lust as she lifted and 
shuddered and squeezed his prick with her pussy until he thought she was 
going to crush it with her strong pussy-muscles. 

"AHHHHHHGH!" she bellowed lustily, coming and coming "Fuck me! Fuck me, 
Daddy! Make me come harder! OHHHHHH! FUCK ME!" 

Hal was ready to come with her. When she called him daddy, he recoiled 
slightly. Was that a pet name, or was she imagining her real daddy was 
fucking her? 

"Ah! Ah! God, that was wonderful! Ohhhh, it was just the way I knew it would 
be!" She ran her hand down his back and over his butt. "Didn't you come? I 
didn't feel you come! Ohhhh, terrific, honey!" 

She pushed at his chest. He lifted up. She rolled under him, onto her belly. 
She lifted her fat, jiggling ass up, spreading her cheeks wide, displaying 
her quivering asshole. 

"Up my ass, mister! You've earned it!" 

Hal didn't hesitate. His prick throbbed wildly. He took hold of her broad 
cheeks and parted them with his palms and aimed his prick at her tiny 
asshole. 

"Push! Fuck! All the way up my butt!" she gasped. 

Her ass shook and weaved. The head of his prick popped readily into the tiny 
hole. It clenched and gripped him, and he knew he was going to come fast. 

He sank against her fleshy, pillowing butt and ran his prick all the way up 
her slippery, clinging hole. She rocked her hips wildly, making him have to 
fling his arms around her body and grab her big tits just to hold on. 

He didn't fuck her, she fucked him. She shook her ass all over, and it was a 
wild ride that made his balls boil. He yelled and jabbed his cock into the 
bottomless depths of her yielding, firm body, and he let it all go. 

"ARRRRRRRGH!" he growled, slavering obscenely against her back as he clung 
to her heaving, churning body. 

His prick bucked and spat. His sperm hosed into the dark recesses of her 
clinging asshole, and he folded his body around the pillowing softness of 
her broad butt. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried with him, coming again, making her tight ass-ring 
clamp and nip at his jerking prick. 

They collapsed onto the bed. After a long moment of squirming together and 
letting his prick soak and leak out the last of his sperm into her ass, he 
withdrew. 

He looked down. He saw her tiny hole quiver. Juice leaked from it and ran 
down towards her dribbling pussy. He looked at the fleshy extent of her 
butt, the baby-soft pinkness of it. 

Her lips fluttered with a sigh. He saw the fatness of her chubby cheek. Her 
short hair had suddenly seemed to turn grainy and coarse. 

He stood on his knees and looked at what he'd just fucked and felt an 
instant sobriety, a moment of astonishment. 

He'd eaten that fat asshole! 

He moved his mouth, expecting a foul taste. There wasn't any. He stood up, 
reaching for his clothes. 

"Gonna leave me, Daddy?" she asked, her voice soft and nearly whimpering. 
"Don't leave me again." 

He looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Her arm was bent so that her hand 
was close to her face, the chubby fingers curled like a baby's. 

With the side of her face resting against the bed, her features were pushed 
slightly out of shape, showing the rolls of chub she would soon have turn to 
baggy fat. Her lips sucked around the end of her thumb gently. 

"Yeah," he said, so softly she apparently didn't hear him. It didn't matter, 
she began breathing deeply, sound asleep. 

He opened the door. He looked back at her. He sighed. He went back into the 
room. He opened his wallet and fingered three twenties of the traveling 
money he'd withdrawn in the afternoon. 

After a moment's hesitation, he left them on her dresser and then hurried 
from the room. 

What the hell-she'd been worth it. 

He felt a new surge of hope as he drove home towards Lila, trying tc frame 
with words the feelings he felt about the way they might be able to do 
something with their marriage after all. 

Yeah, she'd been worth it. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lila Watkins threw a pair of pants of hers into the open suitcase and mashed 
on the pile with her hand. Her tits wobbled on her chest with the fury of 
her thrust. 

She looked at the bedroom clock again and saw the hands were nearly straight 
up. She doubled her fists and jammed them on her hips, nearly ripping the 
thin nightie she wore. 

"That bastard!" she swore at the clock. 

Nearly midnight, and he wasn't home yet. He wasn't at the office, either. 
She'd let the phone ring and ring until the night watchman had become so 
frustrated he'd finally answered it, confirming that Hal had left there a 
little after eight. 

"He's been out fucking, that's what!" she stormed to the empty room. "Got 
himself a cunt downtown he has to bid good-bye for two whole weeks!" 

She heard a noise toward the front of the house. She stood in the bedroom 
door and looked out. It wasn't Pete or Sandy. They were still in bed. They 
hadn't helped her disposition any, either, coming in as late as they had. 

She marched down the hall, towards the living room. She heard the noise 
again. She stopped suddenly, her mood changing, a tickle of fear crowding 
out the anger. 

That was not the way Hal came into the house. Who the hell was it, then? 

She moved cautiously into the bowels of the house. A shadow lurched across 
the wall and made her throw her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream just as 
Zachary Parker came into view, weaving where he stood, grinning foolishly. 

"Zach!" Lila whispered hoarsely, conscious of the children, not wanting them 
to awaken and come out and find their drunken neighbor standing in the 
kitchen leering at their scantily clad mother. 

"Hiya, Lila," Zach grinned, giving her a slow wave and a foolish grin again. 
"I got a li'l drunkie." 

She went up to him and caught him just as he was about to crash into the 
stove. "I can see that," she said. "God, you scared the piss out of me!" 

He got a blank look. He bent his head and stared at her crotch, lifting the 
hem of her short nightie at the same time. 

"Zach!" Lila cried, slapping the material from his hand, covering her pussy 
up. 

"Hey, you dint have any panties on over your pussy, Lila!" he slurred, his 
eyes round. He grinned then, looking at her pointed tits under the thin 
fabric as if just noticing them. 

Lila nearly giggled. Zach was a nice guy. Betsy was a bit of a bitch, but 
Zach was nice. Almost harmless. Far too young to have a drinking problem, 
since he was twenty-five and almost fresh out of college. With a little 
stretching of her imagination, Lila could nearly think of him as another 
son-as Pete's older brother. Not in age, but in the way he was. 

She put her arm around him to steady him when he began sliding along the 
stove towards the floor again. "Boy, you need to get right to bed, Zach," 
she said, wondering how she was going to manage it. 

If she called Betsy to come get him, the little twat would surely get the 
wrong idea. She thought Zach hung around too much as it was. To come get 
him, while Lila was in her nightie-without panties-would take months to 
mend. 

Walking him home would present the same problem. If Hal were only home . . . 

Thought of Hal made her blood boil again. What she ought to do was take Zach 
to bed with her and let Hal sleep on the goddamn couch! 

"Mmmmmm, you got big soft titties, Lila," Zach mumbled, leering at them and 
pressing up against them. "Betsy's are little nuts. Hard and cold, just like 
her stinkin' pussy." He gave her an owlish toss of his head. "Know why I 
drink? I know why I drink. I need a good fuck, that's why I drink. Wanna 
fuck?" 

He put his hand on her tit and fondled it with surprising gentleness. He 
slipped his arm around her waist and cupped her butt with his other hand, 
pulling her against him. 

"Zach, cut it out," Lila chided. 

"Wassa matter? You let me cup your ass before. That party-remember? Oohh, 
was Betsy pissed off. Said you were a flirty old whore, she did. Honey, you 
can flirt with me any time you want to. Jus' lemme know, and I'll be sober 
as a fuckin' judge and give you all nine inches of it. I'd give you ten, but 
it isn't that big," he grinned. 

Before she knew it, he'd unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. It 
dangled in his hand. He shook it, as if wondering why it didn't get stiff. 

She looked at his cock. A thrill shot through her. It was long as hell! She 
shivered at the thought of all that meat rippling up her pussy and giving 
her a good, good fuck. The kind Hal hadn't given her in nearly two years. 

Her mind churned with wild thoughts. Sure, she'd let him feel her ass 
before. She'd pushed her tits against his young, firm chest, too. She'd even 
masturbated beside her sleeping husband while thinking what it would be like 
to take Zach on as her lover, treating him the way Betsy wouldn't even dream 
of treating him. 

"God, I wish you were sober," she whispered huskily. 

Impulsively, she reached out with her hand and wrapped her fingers around 
his prick, feeling the solid length of it, pulling at it with illicit tugs, 
trying to make it hard. 

She didn't know what she would do if it got hard. She wouldn't let him 
really fuck her. But she sure got hot thinking about a strange cock 
thrusting up into her yearning pussy. 

She'd come to strange terms with herself a long time ago. She flirted, all 
right. As often as she could. She let them feel her ass and her firm tits. 
She let her pussy water and squirm and was thrilled terribly when she knew 
their pricks were erect and throbbing and their minds were churning away, 
trying to figure out how they could get this hot piece of ass alone for five 
minutes. 

But she would scream bloody murder if one of them tried to really fuck her. 
She was married. As long as she was, that was it. She'd get herself excited 
and then sneak into the bathroom and lock the door and have herself a ball 
with that rubber prick she'd sent away for and her slithering, swirling 
fingertips. 

Thinking about it right now, while holding Zach's limp cock in her hand, she 
felt her pussy swell suddenly and begin to leak. 

"Ahhhh, that feels good!" Zach moaned, leaning against her even more. "Jeez, 
Lila! Ohhh, it's getting hard! God, le's fuck!" 

It was wishful thinking. The long prick flopped and wobbled as she jacked 
it. She felt hot all over. This was insane! 

"Come on, Zach. To bed with you before you fall down." 

She caught him again as his head sagged to the side. She couldn't resist the 
urge to feel his long prick against her pussy. She faced him and lifted the 
hem of her nightie and pressed the floppy head into the warm, wet, silky 
groove of her pussy, feeling the glans nearly slip into her cunt-mouth. 

"Oh, God...." she whispered softly. 

She learned something at that moment. She learned that it wouldn't be 
difficult at all for her to open her legs and let a strange cock fuck up 
into her hot, yearning cunt. 

"Get hard. Get hard.. . " she whispered pleadingly. 

He wouldn't. His eyes were closed. He snorted, asleep on his feet. 

She sighed heavily, feeling her nipples press against him. One day she'd get 
up the nerve. If Hal was fucking somebody downtown, then she was damn well 
going to get her own lover, even one who was nearly like a son to her. 

The thought seared through her. She couldn't help turning her head to the 
side, looking down the hall towards Pete's room. 

Her son! 

She gripped the limp prick in her hand and jiggled the wide head up and down 
her slit, rolling it over her pussy-lips, making it slip again and again 
over her stretching, throbbing clit. 

She put the glans at her cunt-mouth. She tipped her pelvis. She gasped. She 
used both hands, leaning against Zach and pressing him against the stove so 
that he wouldn't fall. 

Her fingers stuffed and pushed, spreading her pussy-lips wide, feeding the 
tip of his prick into her pussy-mouth. Her cunt leaked until it was boiling 
with slippery juice. She fucked her hips against the limp cock. 

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, pretending it was hard and 
full and thrusting all the way up her cunt. It kept slipping out. Her 
lingers and the limp organ slithered and stuffed. She jiggled her buttocks, 
panting, trying to come. 

He was asleep. He wouldn't know. He probably wouldn't even remember any of 
it in the morning It was perfect for her-thrilling beyond belief. 

She was fucking a strange prick without being fucked by it! 

"Ah! Ah!" she gasped softly, not wanting to wake him up. 

She was right there! Just a little more and ...She rubbed the head over her 
clit again and again. She reached out with her hand and lifted his limp arm. 
His fingers dangled. It didn't matter. She placed his hand on her ass, up 
under her nightie, and she held it there, making his fingers squeeze her 
firm, hot, quivering cheeks. 

She rubbed her tits against his chest, making the nipples burn. Yes! Ohhhhh, 
yes! 

"Ah! Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she gasped. 

Something cocked within her body. There was the old, familiar catch that 
came just before the waves of orgasm started. She was ready for it. She 
panted harshly. Her pussy quivered and sucked, and the prick-head popped an 
inch into her spasming tunnel. 

"Ahhhhhhgh!" she groaned, feeling the strange prick inside her, feeling the 
waves of orgasm chum and rip through her heated body. 

She was being fucked! Maybe only an inch's worth, but it was inside her 
pussy! 

She squealed quietly and clung to Zach's limp body and shuddered violently 
against him, having one of the best orgasms she'd had in ages. 

She milked it. She let it last. She luxuriated in it as long as she could, 
and then she puffed against him harshly, feeling her heart pound. 

There was a swing of headlights outside the window. She gasped and forced 
herself to haste, ruining the lethargic feeling she was in. 

Goddamn him! she cried inwardly. 

She raced, trying to stuff Zach's prick back into his pants. She heard every 
motion of the car. It pulled onto the apron. The engine shut off. The door 
slammed. She pictured him walking up the steps, reaching for the doorknob. 

Zach moaned and stirred. His eyes swiveled. His knees buckled and stiffened 
as she was trying to push his prick into his pants. It was slippery from her 
running pussy-juice. And the damn thing was beginning to swell and lengthen! 

With frantic haste, she squeezed it all in and zipped up his pants, just as 
the door opened and Hal turned on the light and stared at the tableau. 

There'd been a smile on his face. A happy one. One she hadn't seen in a long 
time, as if he'd had something wonderful to tell her. It faded. His face 
went dead, and his shoulders slumped. He began to scowl. 

"Well, what the hell's this?" he grated, eyeing her thin nightie, the rod of 
stiffening prick filling the front of Zach's pants, the darkening spot of 
pussy juice near the fly. 

Lila turned defensively furious. "Where the hell have you been!" she bawled. 
"How dare you come home this late, leaving me with all the packing, not even 
calling or anything! And then Zach stumbles into the wrong house and scares 
the daylights out of me! Damn you, Hal Watkins!" 

"Hey, ol' buddy, how're you? Sorry 'bout this," Zach hiccupped. "Wrong 
housh. Hey, Hal, gimme a hand home, huh? Real sorry, Hal." 

Hal's jaw clenched. He stared at his wife. He reached out and took Zach's 
arm, none too tenderly. He dragged him out the door. Lila wrung her hands. 
He hadn't been fooled. The bastard knew. God, there was going to be a hell 
of a fight again-unless . . . 

She hurried back to the bedroom. She lifted the suitcase from the bed and 
smoothed the covers. She rooted in her overnight case until she found her 
perfume, then dabbed some between her tits. On second thought, she lifted 
the hem of her nightie and dabbed her inner thighs with the heady scent. 

She wiped her dripping pussy-lips with a tissue and then slipped the nightie 
from her curving, firm body. She slid between the sheets, fluffing the 
pillow beneath her head. 

She glanced down her body and saw the hint of her slim legs and thighs under 
the top sheet. She quickly molded it around them, putting the vee of her 
thighs and pussy and the thrust of her pointed tits into high relief. Then 
she settled back and waited nervously for Hal to come in and see her. 

When he came to the doorway, he stood in it for a moment. His mouth was 
open. He was ready for battle. She smiled as sexily as she could at him and 
lifted her hips under the form-fitting sheet suggestively, and his 
expression changed. 

He came in silently and closed the door. He undressed. He headed for the 
bathroom. 

"Honey, come to bed," Lila said seductively. 

He looked at her, standing with his prick bowing out. "What kind of game is 
this one?" he asked. 

She lifted her arms, sitting up. The sheet slid from her chest, and her 
pointed tits bobbed into view, the nipples unusually stiff and red. 

"It's no game, darling. I want you to come to bed-right now. I can't wait 
any longer. I've been waiting all night. Oh, Hal, come here and let me fuck 
you, darling!" 

"Zach get you heated up, did he?" 

"Zach was out on his feet, and you know it. Zach had nothing to do with the 
way I feel. I've been thinking all day, darling-thinking about us, about 
what's been missing between us. I think I've found the answer." 

"What?" 

"Come here right now and find out," she grinned fetchingly, cupping her tits 
in her hands, squeezing them in at the sides gently so that the nipples 
sprouted towards him. 

Hal looked at her. There was a faint stirring in his loins. She was still a 
damned attractive woman. He wondered if it were possible that she'd come to 
somewhat the same thoughts he had during the day. Maybe he wouldn't even 
have to try to explain his feelings to her. Maybe it would just happen 
between them now without words. 

He went to the bed. Lila curled her arms around his hips and rested her 
cheek against his thigh. After a moment, he felt his prick beginning to 
lift. He reached down and cupped one full, pointed tit in his hand and felt 
the firmness of it. 

"Ohhhh, God, come to bed, darling," Lila gasped, feeling her pussy water and 
squirm anew, the sensation surprising her. 

Hal slid into the bed, tossing the sheet back. He looked at her lean, 
curving body, seeing the pinch of her waist, the flare of her hips, the 
round curve of her ass nestled against the sheet. 

He reached out and touched her. The feel of her was good and womanly. She 
didn't feel babyishly fat and pneumatic the way Trixie had. There was a 
sparse field of light tan pussy-hair over her mound, and he ran his fingers 
into it, curling them around her crotch, feeling the mature firmness of her 
cuntlips and the moistness between. 

"Ohhh, God!" Lila gasped, lifting her pelvis up, opening her thighs, feeling 
his finger rub erotically over her straining clit. "Do me, Hal-just for a 
little while! Stroke my pussy! Masturbate me!" 

His cock throbbed. The thought was something different, anyway-something 
besides getting on and fucking and getting off. 

He slid his finger up and down her groove. He rotated it over the pulsing 
nub of her stiff cut. He felt her cuntlips, testing the firmness of them, 
feeling the slippery tissues between them. 

He curled his hand a little more. His finger slid up her cunt. She lifted 
her hips and rocked her pelvis up and let her thighs quiver open, helping 
him. 

Her hot pussy became drenched, soaking his finger. Her tissues were satiny 
and oiled. It occurred to him that he hadn't really felt the inside of her 
pussy-tunnel for many, many years. 

Lila gasped again and again. She felt his finger swirl around in her 
pussy-mouth and pull at the big muscle there. Sensation shot through her. 
She clenched her fist tightly, stopping herself from reaching down with her 
own hand and masturbating herself with automatic motions. He wasn't doing it 
as well as she did it herself, but he was all damn right! 

She felt his prick nudge the side of her hip. She reached out for it, taking 
it in her fingers. It was good and hard, nice and stiff. Not like Zach's 
limp noodle. 

She ran her fingers over the spongy glans, felt the big eye at the tip, felt 
the veins and bumps and ridges of the shaft. She searched lower and cupped 
his balls and rolled them gently with her fingers, hefting them, realizing 
that she hadn't really touched him lovingly like this in a long time. 

She suddenly didn't care if he had been out fucking another woman, bidding 
her good-bye for the trip. She didn't believe Hal really had one on the 
string anyway. 

He was just like her. He might have thought about it a lot, but he wouldn't 
really do it. She was sure of it. If he'd been out late, it was most-likely 
because he'd had to finish up some business. Of course, he wouldn't have 
stayed at the office all night. They'd gone out for dinner and drinks. He'd 
probably argued with that jerk Ashly all night long, and then had come home 
to hear her yell at him. 

God, it was no wonder they weren't getting along so well. She'd been 
something of a bitch to him, just like Betsy next door was to Zach. At least 
Hal wasn't so weak he had to try to hide in a bottle the way Zach did. 

"Ohhhh, darling.. . " she moaned arching up for him, making her pussy suck 
and pull at his finger, giving herself over to him completely.. 

No-not completely. Not nearly completely enough. 

She sucked in her breath and held it. She felt her heart pound. She licked 
her lips. Sensation soared through her, and not just from the way he 
fingerfucked her. It was the bold, daring idea worming through her mind that 
made her gasp and cry out again. 

"Oh! Ohhhhh, Hal!" she moaned. 

She squeezed his prick tightly, felt him wince, then relaxed her grip. She 
moved her hand up and down his shaft, jacking him off, licking her lips and 
feeling her mouth go dry. She-she was going to do it! She had to do it! 

Hal watched his wife getting hotter and hotter. She gasped and tossed her 
head and her hips. Her pussy was becoming a squeezing, slippery furnace 
around his finger. He fucked it in and out of her wet hole and wondered if 
he dared to do what he wanted to do. 

He did it. He slipped his finger from her pussy. It was dripping with her 
oily juices. He slid it down under the bottom of her crotch. He circled her 
tight little asshole with it, smearing the juice over the puckered mouth, 
wetting it, making it slick. His prick pounded in the circle of her fist as 
he thought about fucking her asshole. 

"Ahhhhh, darling! What are you doing? Ohhhh, that tickles, Hal! My 
asshole-Ohhhh!" 

Lila gasped again and again. Her bung spasmed at his touch. She couldn't 
believe how sensitive the little mouth was. Her pussy sent a flood of 
cunt-juice to the mouth of her twat. It dribbled out and ran down to where 
his finger was dabbling at her shitter, getting her hole as wet as her cunt. 

She jacked him harder. She knew damn well what he was thinking of. A feeling 
of alarm shot through her. She didn't know if she could do that or not. His 
cock up her asshole would kill her. She'd much rather do the other. She was 
going to have to change his mind for him. 

She pulled on his prick and wetted her lips again. She slid lower on the 
bed, bringing her face closer to his hips. She lifted her leg high and made 
her pussy split wide open so that he still had full, easy access to it. 

Her butt-cheeks parted at the same time, of course, and Hal took that as a 
signal of acceptance. He fucked his finger into her gaping cunt one more 
time and drew a charge of juice out of it, transferring it to her asshole. 
He centered his finger and pushed. 

"Ahhhhh, God!" Lila cried, her hips jerking up. 

Her asshole spasmed. She felt the finger fuck up into her body. It rippled 
past the tight, virginal anal ring and sent sensation shuddering through her 
hot body. She twisted her ass, making her hole rotate about his imbedded 
finger. 

"Hal, stop! Hal, don't! Oh, Hal! HalOhhhh!" She gasped again. She liked it! 
Goddamn, she liked it! 

"Oh, Jesus-fuck me! Fuck me, darting! Your thumb-fuck your thumb into my 
cunt and do both my holes! Ohhhhh, God!" 

Her fist jacked up and down his hot, throbbing cock. She whipped and 
churned. She felt his thumb slide into her pussy. He rubbed thumb and finger 
together through the membrane separating her pussy and her asshole, and she 
thanked him inwardly for showing her a wonderful, exciting new way to 
masturbate herself. 

Hal's cock jumped and jerked. He was pleased with his success. It had seemed 
a little ridiculous for the two of them to be lying there masturbating each 
other like teenagers instead of fucking up a storm, but then he didn't mind 
after a while. It was like starting over again, from the beginning. 

So, he thrust his prick into the circle of her hand and pumped his hips at 
the same time he fucked her pussy and ass with his fingers, all the while 
watching the heat build in her to an undeniable pitch. 

"Darling! Ohhhh, darling-that's wonderful! That's what we've been missing! 
Something new, something different!" 

"Yes, honey, yes!" he gasped. "Hey, did I ever tell you, you can jack a guy 
off pretty well?" 

"Not for years and years, Hal. Too many years." 

"How about this," he grinned shakily. "Just like our kids. Do you suppose 
Sandy's jacked off that guy Riley yet?" 

"Ohhhh, Hal!" she gasped. The thought flared through her mind. Only she 
didn't picture Sandy jacking him off. She pictured herself doing it. 

"Or Pete-do you think he's given that pretty wench Rhonda a good 
fingerfucking yet? like this?" He swirled his finger and thumb around in the 
cavities of her body, making her crotch suck and smack with wet sounds. 

"Ahhhhh, God!" Lila cried, nearly coming right then. 

She tossed her head to the side. She chewed on her knuckle. She blinked her 
eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd just imagined that it was Pete 
beside her right now with his fingers up her body and his young, throbbing 
cock in her hand. Her son, not her husband! 

"Ohhhh, Hal! I'm hot!" she cried. "Honey, I haven't been this hot in a long 
time!" 

"Me neither," he gasped, feeling his prick pulse and jump. 

"Hal, I'm going to ...Ohhhhh, darling, I.. . " 

She couldn't say it. She swallowed hard. She stared at the red, swollen head 
of his cock and licked her lips again and felt her emotions spin dizzily. 

Then, before she would let herself think any more, she arched downward and 
opened her mouth and stuffed his prick into it, sucking the throbbing, firm 
tube deep. 

"Ahhhh, honey!" Hal cried, stiffening. 

He felt as if the top of his head would come off. He looked down at her 
disheveled blonde hair and had trouble believing it was really Lila bobbing 
up and down in his lap. 

At last! At last! She was sucking his cock at last! Letting him play with 
her asshole at last! God, he was going to lick and suck and tongue her 
beautiful little asshole until she came! 

He reached out to put his hand on the top of her head and then heard her let 
out a strange kind of squeal. Her head bucked up under his hand. Her lips 
stripped off his cock. She sat bolt upright in the bed, and he could feel 
her asshole and pussy-hole clamp tightly around his thumb and finger. 

"You bastard!" she cried at him, her eyes blazing, her features twisted. 

He blinked at her, stunned. His mouth opened. He didn't know what to say, 
what he'd done wrong now. 

"You sonofabitch!" she screamed. "You were out fucking! I can taste her 
sloppy cunt all over your goddamn lousy cock! You rotten bastard!" 

She made faces. She spat, working her mouth and spitting again. She ranted 
and screamed. She shit his finger out of her asshole with her vehemence, and 
she slapped his hand away from her pussy. 

"Lila.. . " he moaned. "Honey, it wasn't what you think. Honey, let me 
explain it. Honey...." 

"Don't try to sweet-talk me, you bastard! You've been fucking! Oh, God!" she 
sobbed suddenly, dropping her head into her hands. 

"Yeah, and just what the hell were you doing in the kitchen with Zach, huh? 
Blowing his cock? Is that how you do it to the others while I'm at work? You 
suck their pricks and then won't suck mine?" 

"There aren't any others, you bastard!" 

"Ah, bullshit. I'm not blind. I see the way you shove your tits into their 
hands. I see the way you let them feel your ass, the way you press your 
pussy up against their hard cocks." 

"That's all, Hal! That's it! Just flirting! I've never fucked anybody but 
you!" 

"And I've never fucked anybody but you-not until tonight. It just happened. 
And I don't regret it a bit." 

"Oh, wonderful!" she cried. 

"Because I came home with the answer to our problem, Lila." 

"Sure-a girl friend for you!" 

"No! A new outlook! Just exactly the kind of thing we were doing now! 
Something different! You were enjoying it. I was enjoying it. And that's 
been our problem, Lila. We haven't enjoyed each other enough!" 

"Oh, but you enjoyed your little piece of ass tonight, huh?" 

"Yeah, I did! And I don't know what you did with Zach if you didn't suck him 
off, but you enjoyed him, too. It was all over your face, Lila. You blew 
your wad just before I walked in the door, and I know it!" 

"How dare you!" she cried. She reached out to slap him. 

Hal caught her arms. They wrestled. Her tits wobbled and bumped against his 
chest. Suddenly, he was smothering her, holding her pinned to the bed. 

He felt crazed. She wriggled and thrashed under him, rubbing her wet pussy 
all along his thigh and his trapped cock. She began to gasp, and he knew 
that this was different, too. 

He reared back. He saw the wide-eyed expression on her face, the way her 
lips were rounded and puckered with a silent scream of, "No!" 

He lunged forward. His cock plowed into her cunt, sliding through the oiled 
silk of her convoluted tunnel. She arched up under him, twisting and shaking 
her hips, yanking his stiff cock from side to side in her grasping, sucking 
pussy. 

"No!" she choked. "Don't fuck...don't rape...ohhhhh, you rotten, raping 
bastard! Hal! You shit! Ohhhh, Hal! Hal!" 

Her arms clamped around his back. He felt the breath being squeezed from his 
lungs. Her tits thrust against his chest, the nipples spearing him as if to 
stab him to death. 

He pounded his hips against hers. He felt her thighs yawn, her pussy tip and 
rock and switch from side to side. She gasped and growled in his ear, and he 
panted into her soft hair, fucking her with all the frustrated power within 
him. 

His prick battered and rammed. His hips pounded her ass into the bed, making 
her grunt each time. She raked her fingernails down his back and made him 
whimper. 

Then she clamped her hands over his ass and poked her pointed nails into his 
buttocks until he knew they were bleeding. But she was pulling inward, 
gobbling up his cock, driving his prick to the depths of her pussy. 

"You goddamn bastard!" she cried at him. "You fucker, I'm coming! Is that 
what you want? Is that what you expected by raping me?" 

"Yes!" he yelled back. 

"Then here! Enjoy it, you shit! Here I come! YAAAAAAGH!" 

She really yelled. His ear rang. She clutched him to her and thrashed 
wildly, yanking and twisting with her hips as if trying to pull his prick 
from his body with her vise-like cunt. 

"Ahhhhh, you bitch! Take it! You've got it! Ahhhhhhgh!" he growled 
throatily. 

His prick bucked and foamed. It spewed sperm from the very depths of his 
balls. He mashed his chest against her tits and blew into her spasming, 
sucking pussy. 

They strained and churned together as if in combat, as if the victory of the 
battle went to the one who came the longer and the harder. 

They stopped finally. They couldn't shake out another spasm. They lay 
together limply, panting hard. She pushed at him finally. 

"Get off me, you bastard." 

"Gladly. My prick's about to drown in this big, sloppy, bottomless cunt. 
Feel it gasp for breath?" He made it jerk. 

He pulled out when she pushed at him again and snarled an oath. His cock was 
coated with slippery cum. It bubbled from her pussy-hole, too, and she 
clamped her hand over her crotch and made a face of disgust, wiping her hand 
on the bed. She looked at him with a hard expression. 

"I didn't like that, Hal." 

He nearly said something back, to remind her of the way she thrashed and 
yelled, just to prolong the battle. Then he sighed and looked away. 

"No, that wasn't quite it," he said quietly. 

He got up and went into the shower. She turned onto her side and wrapped the 
covers around her neck, huddling into herself. He looked back at her and 
closed the bathroom door with a heavy sigh. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sandy hadn't been asleep at all. How could she sleep when her pussy was 
still blazing with sensation, still feeling the deep, thrilling swirl and 
thrust of Riley's wonderful finger? 

How could she sleep while she was still fluttering over the sight and smell 
and feel of his slippery sperm, his throbbing cock? She couldn't sleep with 
all that whirling through her mind, buzzing through her body. 

She could only lie on her back and stare dreamily at the dark ceiling and 
let her own fingertips explore the wet, sensitive recesses of her pussy. 

She touched her lips over and over. She found the little bump at the top of 
her slit and rolled it. She stroked the root, on one side and then the 
other. She touched the very tip. Twice, great swells had rushed through her 
chest and made her nipples spike at the ends of her pointed tits. 

Her thighs had shaken, her buttocks clenched tightly, and it had been all 
she could do to keep from yelling aloud as she came. Her clit strained and 
throbbed. It blazed with sensation. She found she couldn't keep massaging it 
when her hips were shaking with orgasm and her pussy mouth was fluttering 
out hot juice. 

But she could clamp her hand over her twat and squeeze rhythmically and get 
all the sensation she could handle that way. God, what was it going to be 
like when she Anally let Riley fuck his big, spurting prick into her body? 

No, she hadn't been sleeping. She'd heard Pete come home. She'd heard her 
mother bawl him out for being so late, and then she'd heard him go into his 
room and bump around a little on the other side of the wall. 

She imagined him taking off his clothes. She imagined his prick. How did her 
brother's prick differ from Riley's? Was there any difference at all? Did 
she dare get up and crack his door open and try to get a peek? 

She rubbed her pussy lazily, luxuriating in the sweet sensations it had 
given her all night. She looked at the blank, dark wall. She wished she had 
a little peephole behind the little picture of the ballerina. She could lift 
it aside and look through the peephole and see Pete's cock. Maybe she could 
even catch him jacking off. 

The thought thrilled her and made her rub her pussy harder. She wanted to 
come again. She was thrilled with the power she now had over her own body. 

All she had to do was think about a prick and rub her pussy, and great, 
marvelous waves of orgasm would sweep through her. 

She was just getting into it, shifting her hips around, feeling the slide of 
her ass on the sheets, when she heard her mother in the hallway, asking who 
was out there in the house. 

Sandy stopped masturbating. She didn't want her mother to come in and catch 
her doing it. She lifted up and listened. Presently, she heard voices. One 
of them was a man's voice, and it was happy and slurred. 

Curious, Sandy got out of bed and crept to the door, feeling her short 
nightie flipping about her naked ass, brushing the curls over her bare 
pussy. 

She opened her door a crack and listened. After a long moment, she 
recognized their neighbor's voice. He sounded terribly drunk again. 

Knowing that he was saddened Sandy. She liked Zach Parker. He was terribly 
handsome. She didn't know what he'd seen in that wife of his, though-not 
enough to marry her. She was kind of bitchy and terse. 

She was about to close her door and go back to bed and continue 
masturbating, fantasizing about Zach's prick for a change, when she heard 
him ask her mother if she wanted to fuck. 

Sandy's ears pricked up. She listened hard, sucking in her breath. It came 
to her then that it was nearly midnight and that her father wasn't home yet. 

My mother! she thought. 

Scenes flashed through her mind, and things came together in a way they 
never had before. Zach was always hanging around, talking to her mother. 
They sometimes stood very close together, sometimes touching in a lingering 
way. 

Were they fucking each other? Were they lovers while her father was downtown 
working? Did Zach know that her father wasn't home yet? Had he come over for 
a piece of her mother's ass? 

Thrilled, disgusted, tingling all over, she opened the door wider. She felt 
her heart pound wildly under her left tit. She clamped her hand tightly over 
her watering cunt and squeezed, feeling the tingles shoot through it. 

She couldn't bear what she was hearing. She had to see! 

She crept from her room silently, holding her breath. She prayed that Pete 
wouldn't come out of his to see what was going on. She was just at the edge 
of the hall and able to see into the kitchen, when she felt instinctively 
that her mother was going to look her direction. 

She flattened herself against the wall, her eyeballs spinning with what they 
had seen in that brief glimpse-her mother, leaning up against Zach, her tits 
mashed into his chest, her nightie drawn up over her naked pussy and ass! 

She gasped silently. She waited until she heard her mother moan, and she 
dared to look at them again. Her heart lumped in her throat, and her pussy 
squirmed and twitched wildly. 

Her mother was trying to stuff his long, long prick up her cunt! She was 
trying to fuck him! Her head was tipped back, and she was panting harshly. 
She was coming! Her mother was coming! 

Sandy backed down the hall, breathless. Her pussy quivered and shook, and 
she clutched it tightly. She heard her mother's soft moans. She hurried back 
into the bedroom and shut the door and flew towards her bed. 

She fell onto her back and lifted her knees and spread them wide and made 
her hand swirl and fly over her drenched, spasming pussy. Her hips lifted 
high, and her buttocks shook, the firm globes blazing with heat. 

The image of Zach's long prick came to her mind at the last moment, and she 
let out a harsh squeal that wouldn't be stilled. She thrashed and churned 
wildly, tearing at her gushing slit with her fingers, making it come and 
come. 

She felt exhausted when she was finished. She wanted to sleep now. But there 
was a new sound outside her door. She heard her father's voice. The back 
door slammed, and she heard her mother come down the hallway. 

Sandy swallowed. She wondered if her mother had been caught. She wondered if 
there were going to be a vacation tomorrow after all. She couldn't sleep 
now. No way. 

Her father came down the hall. Their door closed. There was silence. Sandy's 
ears strained. She got up and cracked her door open again. After some time, 
she could hear them yelling at each other. 

She stood there and listened. The yelling got louder. There was a strange 
quality to it, not exactly a fight, but something else. 

As if pulled, she drifted from her doorway down the hall. She didn't know 
what she was going to do. She couldn't open their door and look inside. But 
she wanted to be near. 

The sound behind her nearly made her screech. She whipped around and saw 
Pete standing there in his briefs. He was looking past her towards the 
closed door. 

"What the hell are they doing in there, Sandy?" he whispered. 

"I don't know!" she whispered back. 

"Sounds like they're really going at it this time." 

"No, no-it's different. Listen!" 

Both children heard it plainly. Their mother's voice. "You fucker. I'm 
coming! YAAAAAGH!" Then their father's throaty growl. 

Sandy's pussy quivered again. She couldn't keep from clamping her hand over 
it. She lifted up her nightie slightly and thrust her hand under the hem and 
squeezed, making a wet sound with her virginal cunt-lips. 

"Damn!" Pete breathed. 

Sandy felt his breath on the back of her neck. She felt him press up against 
her. She looked around. He was staring down at the thrust of her tits, so 
clearly revealed by the thin, slinky material of the nightie. 

"Pete!" she gasped. 

She didn't have to look to know what it was pressing rigidly up against her 
taut, naked buttock. But she looked anyway, and she saw her brother's raging 
erection, so full and long it was sticking up out of his briefs, the head 
pulsing over the waistband. 

"Ohhhh, Pete!" she gasped again. 

"Oh, Pete, yourself," he whispered huskily, looking down. He grinned shakily 
and jerked up her nightie, drawing it past her waist. He stared with moist 
eyes at her squeezing hand, at the flatness of her tummy, at her haunch and 
the naked, smooth, tight roundness of her buttocks. 

But mostly he stared at her squeezing, cupping hand, seeing the fresh, 
slippery cunt-juice squeeze out between her fingers and make them glisten. 

"Ohhhhh, Sandy, I...God, Sandy!" he moaned heatedly, his prick throbbing 
incessantly against her firm ass-cheeks. 

"Pete, you've got a hard-on!" 

"And you've got a wet, dripping pussy! Oh, Sandy-Sandy, let's go ...Ohhhhhh, 
Sandy!" 

He couldn't bring himself to say it. Yet he couldn't stop the sound of 
Rhonda's voice drifting through his head again and again. He licked his lips 
and took his sister's arm and pulled her down the hall, his cock reaching 
far out of his briefs now. 

"Pete, what are you doing?" Sandy gasped, feeling herself thrust into his 
dark bedroom, hearing the door close behind them. 

"Ohhhh, Sandy, let's fuck!" he blurted finally, throwing his arms around 
her, hugging her full, ripe young body tightly to his. 

He wriggled his hips and made the erect shaft of his prick line up with her 
watering pussy-gap. He groaned when he felt her heat and wetness seep 
through the front of his shorts and bathe his straining prick. 

"Pete, you're crazy!" Sandy cried, struggling with him. "Let me go!" 

"Sandy, let's fuck!" he whispered harshly again, finding it easier to say 
the second time. He guided her struggling body towards her bed and laid her 
on it. 

"Pete! Pete, stop it!" Sandy gasped. 

He was unstoppable. He thrust his hand up under her nightie. He felt her 
tits, running his hand over both them again and again, squeezing and 
massaging, feeling the pink, hard nipples. 

"Ohhhh, Sandy! I've got to fuck you, Sis!" 

"What do you mean, you've got to fuck me! How dare you! Pete, we're brother 
and sister!" . "It doesn't matter! Rhonda said it didn't matter! She said I 
had to get practice before she'd let me fuck her again!" 

Sandy gasped. She felt his hand pull hers aside and cup her steaming cunt 
forcefully, moving her lips around as he massaged her twat-mouth. 

"What!" she gasped. "Before you fuck her again! Pete! Oh, Pete! Is that what 
you were doing tonight? Oh, Pete! You fucked Rhonda?" 

She couldn't believe it. Her own brother had been fucking tonight. Her 
mother had, her father had. Everybody had-except her. 

Pete seemed to sober slightly. He stopped his attack, anyway, and buried his 
head against his sister's shoulder. 

"Yes!" he choked. "God, did I mess it up with her! Oh, Sandy, I've gotta 
learn how to fuck! It's the only way I can keep her, and I love her 
something awful!" 

Sandy put her hand to her brother's head. "I know what you mean, Pete," she 
said. "I feel the same way about Riley." 

"Lemme fuck you, Sandy," he pleaded, looking up, now quiet and gently, more 
like the Pete she'd known from the beginning. 

"I-but, Pete, I...I'm still a virgin, Pete," she said. 

He groaned. "Oh, crap! See what I mean? I just screw up all the time! Damn 
it, I hate myself sometimes! Sandy, I'm sorry! I didn't even think about 
that. I thought you and Riley...." 

She hugged him. He was nearly ready to cry. "We nearly did, Pete-tonight, in 
his car. We both wanted to, real bad." 

"You did?" 

"Oh, yes! But I...I'm afraid, Pete. I'm afraid it'll hurt and bleed and 
everything."' 

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess it could." He looked at her. "Well, what'd you do? 
Tell me, Sandy, I want to hear." 

Sandy felt herself blushing in the darkness. "I...we...." She couldn't tell 
him. It was too private. 

"Did you jack him off, or what?" 

Sandy flushed again, nodding silently. "Pete, don't make me tell you about 
it." 

"Why not? I'll tell you everything Rhonda and I did." 

"It's private, Pete!" 

He reached for her pussy. He stroked it gently, slipping his finger between 
her puffy, wet lips, circling her clit. Sandy gasped and couldn't stop the 
way her hips lifted with a little spasm. Here in the darkness, it wasn't 
hard to pretend that it was Riley's finger tickling her pussy again. 

"Did he do this?" Pete asked. 

"Yes!" she hissed, moaning. 

"Until you came? Did you come?" 

"Ohhhh, yes! I've been coming all night long! Ohhhhh, easy, Pete. My pussy's 
getting sore from all the rubbing!" 

"Jeez!" he breathed. "You've been in here jacking off all night?" 

"Uh-huh," she said, blushing again. 

"Me, too," he said. "Feel." 

He guided her hand. Her fingers touched the hot, throbbing length of his 
cock. It was not like Riley's cock. And yet there was something wonderfully 
familiar about it. 

"Ohhhh, it's so hard, Pete!" 

"I can't help it. I thought about what Rhonda said, about how it was all 
right with her if I fucked you and got practice, and I've been dreaming 
about fucking you ever since." 

"Have you really, Pete?" She felt her chest swell. There was something 
terribly flattering about hearing that. There had been two boys jacking off 
over their dreams of her tonight, thrilling themselves on account of her. 

"Oh, shit, your hand feels good, Sandy!" he gasped, making his prick jerk in 
her hand. "Do it! Let's do it!" He swirled his fingers over her clit with 
renewed fury. 

"Ohhhh, Pete, this isn't right! You're my brother! You shouldn't be touching 
my pussy this way! And I shouldn't be sliding my hand up and down your 
stiff, strong prick!" 

"Dad and Mom shouldn't be fucking like a couple of tigers, either, but they 
did it," he moaned. 

"That wasn't all she did tonight," Sandy said. "I saw her in the kitchen 
trying to fuck Zach-just before Daddy came home!" 

"Is that what that was! Holy shit! Really?" His prick throbbed wildly. 

"Pete, what is it?" 

"Mom-fucking ...ohhhhh, Christ! Rhonda said I could practice on Mom, too! 
Ohhhh, shit! Do you think she'd fuck me, Sandy? She's not still cherry, 
that's for sure!" 

"Pete, you wouldn't dare!" Sandy cried, feeling her pussy spasm deliciously 
in spite of her shock. 

"I could tell her I saw her fucking Zach-that I'd tell Dad about it if she 
didn't teach me how to fuck!" 

"Pete, you wouldn't! Oh, you're terrible!" 

"Christ! Ohhhh, Christ! I've got to come! I ache! Jesus, Sandy, jack me 
faster! Do...." He stopped. His cock throbbed wildly again. "I've got it!" 
he cried softly. 

"What?" 

"We can fuck, Sandy! You and me! Without busting your cherry." 

"You're nuts!" 

"Yeah! Ohhhh, here. Get this way, Sis!" 

He rose up. He slipped his hands under her hips and lifted her, turning her 
over, making her he belly down on the bed. He ran his hands over her pert, 
firm ass-cheeks. 

"Pete! What are you doing?" 

"I'm going to fuck your ass!" 

"Ohhhhh, you're crazy! No! Pete, no!" 

"You can do it, Sandy! I fucked Rhonda's asshole tonight! Honest, it works! 
God, did I blow my wad up her ass! Look, honey, I can get my practice this 
way, and you can let Riley fuck your ass, too, until you get up the nerve to 
try it in your pussy! It's perfect, Sandy! Ohhhh, come on-don't you want to 
feel a hard, hosing prick in your little ass?" 

"Noooo!" Sandy moaned. 

She wriggled and thrashed. She felt her brother's hands on her butt-cheeks, 
spreading them open. She felt her asshole quiver erotically. 

In spite of herself, she couldn't help thinking about what it would feel 
like to have a prick inside her. And there wasn't any worry about her 
getting pregnant, that was for sure. 

"Pete, stop! You're my brother!" she cried. 

"It doesn't matter, honey. It doesn't matter!" he choked. 

"Ohhhh, your prick's so big!" she gasped. 

It was throbbing there, right in the crack of her ass. It felt like a log. 
She felt her brother's weight settle against her back. His stiff, hard cock 
filled the deep cleft of her butt. He pumped back and forth with short 
strokes, dry-fucking her rump. 

"I've gotta get it wet and slippery," he gasped. "Then it'll go in. That's 
what Rhonda made me do." 

He lifted slightly, making his prick nudge against her pussy-mouth, as if he 
were going to shove his cock deep into her twat and get it lubricated with 
her slippery juice. 

"Don't fuck me!" she cried sharply, wrenching her body. 

"How am I going to get it slick and wet?" he cried. 

"You can't! Not with my pussy-juice! This is outrageous! Get off me, Pete." 

"The Vaseline!" he cried. 

Sandy didn't know what to do. She trembled all over, torn between wanting a 
prick in her body and knowing how illicit they were being. Then she made up 
her mind. When he got off her and went into the bathroom for the Vaseline 
jar, she'd run to her room and lock the door. 

She heard the screwing sound of a jar lid at the edge of the bed. Then Pete 
rolled slightly. She felt him working at something. Was he jacking himself 
off after all? 

"Lucky for us I had it right here. I snuck in and took it out of the 
bathroom to jack off with. There, my cock's coated. Now, your tight little 
asshole!" 

"Ahhhh," she gasped. 

His lingers slid up and down her deep cleft, smearing gobs of the thick, 
slippery jelly. He found her bung and smeared it thoroughly, sinking the tip 
of his finger partway in at the same time. 

"Ohhhhh, Pete!" she gasped, quivering all over. 

"Feel good?" 

"Yessss!" 

"Wait until you get my prick up there!" 

"Pete, don't...." she pleaded. 

Her cunt was watering fiercely, streaming hot, slippery pussy juice from the 
virginal mouth. Her twat tingled terribly. She had to thrust her hand under 
her belly and cup it. There was a thick glob of Vaseline over her twat, from 
where Pete's smearing fingers had overshot his little target. 

It came under her fingers. It melted and ran from the heat of her pussy. Her 
fingers began to slide frictionlessly over her pussy, and the lubrication 
took the sting of so much masturbating from her tender tissues. 

"Ohhhhh, I'm hot!" she gasped. 

"Me, too, Sis!" he gasped. "God, if I don't quit smearing this stuff up and 
down my prick, I'm going to come again! Lift up, honey! Spread your legs a 
little! There! Ohhhh, I feel your fingers down there playing with your 
pussy! God, that's exciting! Ohhhhh, don't make me come too fast. I've got 
to learn to hold it!" 

"I'm holding it!" she gasped, reaching far under her body, wrapping her 
slippery, greasy fingers around the root of his thick cock. 

"Help me, Sandy! Guide it to your asshole!" 

She gasped. She couldn't stop herself. She wanted to feel a prick in her 
body. 

She twisted and guided his prick, feeling the thick, slippery shaft buck and 
throb in her hand. Her asshole felt gummy and slippery at the same time from 
all the jelly on it. She made the wide head touch her bung, and she felt the 
little mouth pucker and quiver with erotic spasms. 

"Ohhhh, it isn't going to fit!" she cried, suddenly afraid. 

"I fucked it up Rhonda's ass, Sis!" he gasped, gripping her hips so that she 
wouldn't be able to get away. "Her butt's littler than yours." 

"Thanks a lot!" 

"Well, it is! Just like her tits. They're much littler, too. Ohhhh, I can 
feel it, Sandy! Your asshole! It's all tight and rubbery! It's pulsing in 
and out, kissing the head of my prick!" 

Sandy gasped. She could feel it, too. She couldn't stop from doing it. She 
felt his cockhead bloom against her butt hole. Then there was pressure, and 
she felt the muscular ring stretch and give slightly as the very tip of his 
prick widened it. 

"Ohhhh, easy, Pete! It's going to hurt! I can feel it is! Stop! I don't want 
to do it." 

"I won't hurt you, Sis!" he gasped. "I'll go slow, slow and easy! Ohhhh, 
slow and easy, without coming...." 

He tipped his head back and gritted his teeth. Christ, he had to learn to do 
this right. Especially with his sister. If he wrecked it with her, too, then 
who was he going to practice on? 

With Herculean effort, Pete pushed slowly. He palmed her young, tight 
ass-cheeks apart, careful not to stretch them too wide. She moaned under him 
and switched her ass back and forth, trying to shake him away, but he was 
slowly and relentlessly entering her body. 

"Ahhhh! It hurts! Take it out! Pete, damn it!" Sandy gasped. 

Her asshole stretched and stretched. She felt as if she were taking a big, 
fat, dry, lumpy shit, the kind that made her eyes water and her asshole burn 
for several hours. 

Yet there was something different about it, too. It wasn't quite that bad. 
There was a slick, softened feel to his prick. Her pussy watered and 
quivered constantly, spasming inside. 

Sensation surged through her body, growing and growing, and she now 
recognized the feeling. 

She was going to come. Not soon, but it would build to that point. 

With the knowledge came a lessening of the pain. It turned to a different 
sensation. She felt the wide mushroom head of her brother's prick pop past 
the muscular ring. Her asshole caught on the flange just below his knob. 

"It's in! The head! Ohhhh, your asshole's tight! God, don't make it squeeze 
and pulse that way, or I'll come! Don't make me come! Not yet! Let me fuck 
it all the way up first! Ahhhh, Sis! I love your asshole!" 

Sandy quivered and shook. Shit, she couldn't stop the way her shitter 
squeezed around his prick. It sucked and drew, wanting more of his big shaft 
up her. 

The sensations were unbelievable. Now that the initial stretching was over, 
she could feel something loosen and become more accepting to his big prick. 

"Ahhhhh, fuck it deeper, Pete! Ohhhh, yes! You were right, darling brother! 
This is good! Riley's going to love me to pieces when I let him fuck my 
asshole!" 

"Stop quivering your hole like that, Sis! Ohhh, here it comes! All the way 
in! God, don't make me come yet!" 

He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her flaring young hips, 
fighting a losing battle. With a soft cry, he leaned forward, running his 
cock all the way up her asshole until his thighs bumped up against her firm, 
round cheeks, flattening them. 

"I did it! I got it all the way up! Ohhhh, your asshole's pinching the root 
of my prick! The fucking root! Sandy! You doll! You lovely, wonderful 
sister! It's all the way up your ass, and I haven't come yet! Haven't...come 
...Oh, shit! AHHHHHGH!" 

He'd nearly done it. He'd gotten his cock all the way in, at least. And he'd 
held it there for a pretty respectable time. But how could he keep from 
blasting into such a tight, squeezing hole? 

What set him off, really, was the way her fingertips had bumped against his 
balls and cupped around them and had nearly gone up his own asshole. 

Sandy was fucking her cunt with her hand furiously, swirling it around and 
around, pinching and massaging the bloated, dripping lips that pouched down 
from her split twat. 

She moaned under him, twisting and shaking, thrashing her ass back and 
forth. She couldn't help it. She felt impaled. She was fucked now. She knew 
she was fucked. 

She'd never believed how it would feel. She felt stuffed. Clear to her tits, 
she felt full of hard, thrusting male prick. Her pointed tits dangled from 
her chest and punched into the bed. 

They burned. The sensations were ecstatic beyond belief. Her pussy couldn't 
get enough stimulation. She had the weird feeling that if there'd been 
another prick in the room, she would have begged to have it stuffed up her 
cunt at the same time her brother was plunged to his hilt up her ass. 

"Ohhhh, I feel it, Pete!" she cried wildly. "Your sperm! Your hot, slippery, 
white sperm! It's hosing up my ass like an enema! Ah! Ahhh, I'm going to 
come again! Again! YAAAAAA-AGH, PETE!" 

Her mind spun. She screamed until her lungs were empty and straining. Her 
pussy seemed to turn inside out. Her asshole fluttered and spasmed around 
his thick, throbbing prick, and she drank up every drop of his rushing 
sperm, remembering the sight of it and the feel of it from earlier in the 
evening when it had rushed from Riley's fountaining prick. 

She yelled the way her mother had just yelled. She couldn't help wondering 
if her mother had yelled so hard because her father had fucked his prick up 
her asshole, too. 

She gasped until she couldn't breathe any more, and then her arms gave way, 
and she collapsed onto her brother's bed with his prick still throbbing and 
jerking in the depths of her ass. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Hal stood under the shower a long time. Steam billowed up from the stall and 
spilled out into the room, fogging the mirror. 

He felt empty, drained. He'd come home from fucking Trixie with high hopes 
for himself and Lila. But there was nothing to work with any more. They'd 
been this way too long. They were too set. They couldn't change now. 

It had nearly worked. For a little while, there, they had nearly found a 
sense of renewal and joy with each other. She'd tried, he had to admit that. 
She'd actually sucked his prick into her mouth. 

Of course, she'd bitten him. She didn't know how to suck a cock right. Why 
should she? She never did it. It took practice. It took a sense of giving, 
not just taking. She wouldn't have finished the job anyway. As soon as his 
cock started spurting, she would have yelled and jerked her head away and 
let him shoot off into the air. 

He sighed again, recognizing what he was doing He was blaming her again, 
laying all the onus on her. In fairness, he had to ask himself if he would 
have sucked her butt and thrust his tongue up her asshole and finished her 
off that way. 

He shook his head. He didn't know. He just didn't know. He'd done it with 
Trixie, but he'd been in a wild frame of mind then. And Trixie wasn't Lila. 
There was a habit pattern of many years with Lila that hadn't been 
restraining him with Trixie. 

The water started running cooler. He was reluctant to shut off the shower 
and get out. He'd have to go back in there and get in bed and lie beside 
her. 

He felt a sense of shame. He didn't know what had come over him in there. He 
hadn't meant to rape her. But that's what it had been. Of course, she hadn't 
objected too hard. She'd come violently. But an intensity like that couldn't 
become normal. They couldn't combat each other like that every time they 
fucked. That would be a worse sickness than the one they had together now. 
There had to be an answer. Somehow, they had to loosen up and approach each 
other in a different way. 

But how? 

He couldn't postpone shutting off the shower any longer. It was running cold 
enough to make him shiver. He got out and dried himself briskly. He put up 
the towel and wondered how the hell he was going to sleep now, how he was 
going to get up in the morning and drive all day long. 

He opened the door quietly. He felt his way through the dark room and got 
his pajama bottoms. He slipped into them. He heard Lila breathing as if 
ready to snore. But was she really asleep? 

He pulled back the covers and was just going to get into bed when he heard a 
throaty cry. Another followed. He let the covers slip from his fingers and 
riveted his attention to the sounds. 

Lila stirred and moaned in the bed. He glanced at her and saw her pointed 
tit thrust up into the air as she rolled onto her back. He moved silently to 
the bedroom door and opened it. 

Stray light in the hall, which came from a bright moon entering the 
living-room windows, showed him that Pete's door was closed, while Sandy's 
was open. 

Wondering if she might be sick, he closed the door behind him and went down 
the hall. The bathroom door was open. He heard whispered moans coming from 
Pete's room. 

He looked at the closed door before him. His heart pounded. He had a sinking 
feeling in his chest He sucked in air and opened the door and hit the switch 
on the wall. 

The room flooded with light. He stared. A sound came from his throat, and he 
moved towards the bed. 

"Daddy!" Sandy cried, moaning into the pillow under her face. 

"Pop!" Pete gasped, jerking his head around. 

Hal stared at his son and his daughter for another moment He looked at 
Pete's naked ass. He looked at the way he was lying over Sandy's round, pert 
butt, his cock fucked all the way to his balls in her tender asshole. 

He lifted his arm, bending down. His fist balled, raised high, ready to club 
down on his son. 

Something restrained him. The memory of a bright, giggly voice in his 
head-Trixie's voice. 

Thoughts tumbled through his mind. Should he raise hell? Should he beat the 
shit out of his son and shake his daughter around? The damage was already 
done, wasn't it? Would he really accomplish anything but turning an 
emotional situation into a traumatic one? 

He lowered his fist. He watched his son's face go white, his teeth chatter, 
beads of cold sweat pop out on his forehead. He saw the way Pete clung to 
Sandy's hip and shoulder as if hugging against her for protection. 

"Well," he croaked, not knowing what else to say right off. 

"Pop.. . " Pete chattered back, his teeth clicking. 

"Ohhhhh, Daddy . .Sandy moaned. She moved her torso, lifting her butt 
slightly under Pete, moving her tight, quivering asshole around his imbedded 
cock. 

"All right," he grated, sounding as authoritative as he could. "Get off her, 
Pete. Get the hell in your room and stay there, and I'll deal with you 
later." 

"But, Pop...." 

"Get out, I said!" 

"I am in my room, Pop!" he wailed. 

Great, Hal thought. Any more bright orders? 

He didn't have to tell Pete to pull his prick from his sister's ass, anyway. 
Pete jerked backward, whimpering. His cock sprang erect and weaved. He 
turned to the side to hide himself. 

Hal couldn't help the way he stared down at his daughter's ass. The cheeks 
were round and firm. They jutted up pertly. They were slightly parted, and 
he could see the winking, pulsing mouth of her pink asshole. 

The little mouth glistened with wetness and Vaseline. Whitish sperm began to 
leak from it, and the sight made his own cock begin filling shamelessly. 

He saw the way her pussylips puffed down from her crotch, bloated wide 
apart, showing all the wet pinkness between them. He saw her fingertips 
wriggling with tiny motions right at the mouth of her pussy, and he knew 
she'd been masturbating while Pete had been fucking his young cock up her 
asshole. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy...." Sandy moaned again. 

It wasn't a moan of pain exactly. There was a hint of bliss mixed in with 
the sound. She moved her hips again, making her round butt go in a small 
circle. The cheeks parted wider, and her asshole fluttered with sensation 
again. 

Her nightie was fucked up to her shoulders. He looked at her smooth back, 
the curving arch of her spine, and he couldn't help the way his cock was 
filling shamelessly inside his pajamas. 

Sandy rolled to her side. Her blonde hair slipped from her shoulder in a 
silky cascade. He saw the pointed, firm jut of her tit thrusting from under 
the fucked-up nightie. The nipple was big and hard and throbbing with 
sensation. 

"Ohhh, Daddy, don't be angry," she moaned, looking at him from her blue 
eyes. Her lips were full and slack and soft. "Don't punish us, Daddy." 

"Oh? Why shouldn't I? Am I supposed to indicate my approval?" 

"We...we couldn't help it, Daddy. It just happened, that's all." 

"Just happened," he echoed. 

"We...we were standing in the hall," she began, lowering her eyes softly, 
blushing slightly, "listening...to you and Mommy doing it in the bedroom, 
and we ...got hot, Daddy, and...." 

Hal sucked in his breath. He wanted to sink through the floor. What the hell 
did they think of him now for raping their mother? How in hell could he 
punish them? 

"Yeah," Pete said rather cockily. "And before that, before you came home, we 
saw-" 

"Pete!" Sandy cried forcefully. "You shut up!" 

Pete swallowed and looked at his sister and shut up. 

Hal looked from one to the other of them quietly. "I know what you saw," he 
said. "At least, I've got a good idea what you saw. But never mind, that's 
not your affair. It's mine." He sighed deeply. "All right, Sandy, get up and 
get to bed. We'll forget this. There's no point bringing your mother in on 
it. But cut it out, you hear?" 

Pete gasped with relief and let out a final shiver. "Thanks, Pop," he 
breathed. 

He looked at his son. He wondered if he should spend another fifty bucks. 
Fathers in some countries did that, he'd heard-took their sons to a good 
whore to get them taught right. 

The thought flew from his head. That was outrageous. He reached down for 
Sandy's hand. The backs of his fingers brushed over her standing, rubbery 
nipple. 

"Ohhhh," she gasped softly. She lifted her eyes to his. There was a spark of 
heat in the glance that made his heart beat with deafening thuds. 

"Come on," he whispered harshly, lifting her from the bed. 

Sandy's nightie clung to her tits and didn't fall right away. Hal couldn't 
help looking at her pussy. He saw the light triangle of fuzz over her mound 
and her puffy cunt-lips. He saw the trim, firm columns of her thighs, and he 
knew his cock was pushing out the front of his pajamas. 

She wobbled slightly, her knees giving. Her nightie fell down and covered 
her thrusting tits. She leaned against him, pushing the firm mounds against 
his arm. 

"Ohhhh, it stings, Daddy," she moaned. "My butt stings!" 

She walked with him in a bowlegged way, sucking in her breath with each 
step. Hal turned around at the door and gave his son a dark look. Then he 
closed the door and led his daughter into the hall, guiding her towards her 
room. 

"Let me go into the bathroom, Daddy," she whispered, clinging to his arm. 

"Little dope," he said, more affectionately than angrily. "Why'd you let him 
fuck your ass? What the hell did you think it would feel like 
afterwards-good?" 

She looked at him and flicked on the bathroom light. "Because I didn't want 
him to fuck my pussy, Daddy. I-I'm still a virgin in my pussy, and I'm 
afraid of doing it there." 

He watched her ease over to the sink and turn on the water and get a 
washcloth. He sucked in his breath again, and his cock played hell with him, 
filling quickly, rising up in the loose material of the pajama bottoms. 

"You're still a virgin?" 

"Uh-huh," she nodded. She sighed, wringing out the cloth, reaching behind 
her to hold the steaming rag against her asshole. "Ohhhh, that feels good," 
she moaned. 

He watched her, his cock throbbing to full erection now. He saw the way 
she'd lifted her nightie up over her round ass, the way she was sticking it 
out and had her legs open and was rubbing the cloth gently in the depths of 
her deep, shadowy cleft. 

"You let a boy fuck your ass before your pussy?" he questioned, finding it 
hard to believe. "You're sure not your mother's daughter," he muttered to 
himself. 

"What, Daddy?" 

"Why, Sandy? Why would you do a thing like that?" 

"I told you, Daddy. I'm afraid. I nearly did it tonight, but-but I chickened 
out." 

"With Pete? You nearly let your brother fuck your cherry out of your sweet 
pussy?" 

"Oh, no, Daddy. With Riley. Ohhhh, we wanted to fuck! But I've heard some 
girls-you know, they bleed and everything and have to go to the hospital, 
and I didn't want that to happen when we were leaving on our vacation 
tomorrow." 

Hal felt his heart swell. The poor kid. She was yearning for sex, but her 
first thought was of not upsetting the family plans. 

"I-I was wondering how I could ask Mommy if I-if my pussy would ...if I'd 
have a bad time of it." 

"You don't have to ask her, sweetie. She didn't." 

Sandy turned her head and looked at him for the first time since they'd come 
into the bathroom. "She didn't?" she asked with relief. Her pretty face 
clouded. "How do you know, Daddy?" 

"Because I popped it for her." 

Sandy looked down at his waist then. Her eyes widened. She was holding her 
nightie up around her waist. Hal was looking at her spread pussy, unable to 
help it. 

He saw her cunt-lips bloat and spread apart and her pink tissues quiver with 
quick heat. He saw the direction of her gaze, and he looked down himself. 

His cock was thrusting through the gap in his pajamas! It beat and throbbed 
with each pump of his heart. The knob was red and swollen, and there was a 
gleaming drop of oil nestled in the wide eye of it. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Sandy gasped. "Your cock-it's so hard and stiff, Daddy!" 

She lifted her eyes and looked into his. She put the cloth down on the 
counter. She held her nightie high. She came towards him-right toward him, 
pushing her mound up against his prick, making the shaft be squeezed between 
his abdomen and her soft, silky belly. 

"Daddy.. . " she whispered, her lips trembling softly, her breath panting 
from her lungs, making her tits heave and thrust against his naked chest. 

"Sandy ...cut it out, Sandy...." he whispered huskily. 

"Daddy-fuck me ...ohhh, please fuck me! Fuck my cherry out of my pussy, 
Daddy." 

"I said cut it out, Sandy...." he choked. 

"Your prick's hard, Daddy. You're excited now. You want to fuck me, I know 
you do. You used to want to when I was a little girl and sat in your lap 
when you read to me. I remember how it got hard and lifted up against my 
little ass and made me all tingly inside. Don't you remember how I used to 
wriggle around in your lap, Daddy?" 

"I remember," he gasped. 

"Didn't you know why? You thought I was restless, didn't you? You used to 
tell me to sit still. I didn't want to sit still. I wanted to feel that hard 
prick up between my legs, in the cleft of my little girl's ass. Ohhhh, 
Daddy, I wanted you to fuck me then, I know I did, even though I wasn't sure 
what it was I really wanted. I know now, Daddy. And I still want you to fuck 
me. Ohhh, Daddy-please do it! Do it so that it won't bleed and hurt!" 

His cock pulsed wildly between their bodies. She was pleading with all that 
was in her. But she wasn't a little girl any more. She was a woman-nearly. 
One thrust of his prick, and he would make her a complete woman. 

Her tits and belly were incredibly silky and warm against him. She didn't 
help any. She kept her tender, pouting rump in motion, making her pussy 
mound rub and massage against the underside of his throbbing cock. 

"Sandy...." he gasped. "Honey, I can't!" 

"Why, Daddy?" 

"I'm your father!" 

"I don't care! Pete's my brother, and I let him tuck my ass. He said he had 
to-to get practice." 

"Practice?" 

"For Rhonda. He messed up with her tonight. He told me all about it-how he 
fucked her pussy and her asshole and her mouth, and he kept coming too fast 
so that she didn't get any fun from it. She told him he had to learn how to 
fuck right, or she'd drop him. Oh, Daddy, I couldn't turn him away. He loves 
her so much, I just couldn't.. . " 

"My God," Hal gasped softly, looking into his daughter's eyes. No-she wasn't 
a little girl any longer. 

"Now I need help, Daddy. I want you to help me. Don't turn me away...." 

She gasped heatedly. She lifted her arms around his neck, twining them. She 
pressed her slim, young, firm body against his, making the nightie stay 
bunched high between them. She lifted on her tiptoes, and he felt the open 
gap of her silky, slippery pussy slide upward along the bottom of his shaft. 

His prick throbbed and pulsed. He sucked in his breath. The meaty glans 
swelled into her pussy-gap, filling the silky slit. He felt the moment she 
had lifted high enough for his prickhead to be centered at her pussy-mouth. 

Hot, slippery oils seeped from her cunt-tunnel. It coated her pink tissues. 
It bathed the spongy glans of his prick. He felt her virginal muscles quiver 
with excitement and her puffy, soft, young cunt-lips surround the very head 
of his beating prick. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy, it's there! It's right there! At my pussy-mouth! Ohhhhh, let 
me come down, Daddy! Say it's all right! Tell me I can drop my hot, 
shuddering pussy down over your hard prick!" 

"Sandy!" he gasped. "God! Oh, God!" 

He jerked his hips back. "Daddy!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, fuck me, Daddy! Please 
fuck me!" 

He stooped and swept her young body into his arms. She clung to him sobbing 
with frustration. He stumbled with her towards her bedroom, bumping into the 
wall in his clumsy haste. 

"Daddy, don't make me go to bed and lie here and suffer!" she wailed. 
"Ohhhh, damn you, I hate you! I'm going to fuck every boy I see! I'm going 
to be a whore, Daddy! If you won't fuck your prick into me, I'm going out 
and fuck everybody's! Ohhhhh, Daddy-you turned me away when I needed you!" 

He'd kicked the door shut with his foot. He dropped her onto her back on the 
bed. He looked down at her firm, young body, seeing it all revealed to him 
in its writhing agony of desire. 

He'd thought he was a big man-principled, moral. One thrust of his hips, and 
he would have fucked his daughter, but he'd resisted. Somebody was going to 
give him a medal for that. Some great somebody from somewhere. 

Then he looked down at her and listened to what she said, and he knew that 
there wasn't going to be any medal, no badge of honor he could display on 
his chest, no shield that proclaimed to the world that he'd resisted fucking 
his hot, yearning, virginal daughter. 

He thought of Trixie, the little whore who worked the bars. "Don't leave me 
again, Daddy," she'd said when he'd walked out of her room. 

There was his badge. There was where his high morality was going to end. 

He nearly sobbed when he reached down and spread his daughter's legs apart 
and lifted the backs of her knees and looked into her open needing pussy. 

"Daddy?" she gasped, watching him, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

He could see her cherry. It stretched over her vagina, taut and pink, the 
hole through it large and dark, leading to the depths of her silky, slippery 
pussy. It was little more than a fringe. It wouldn't hurt her. 

"Daddy.. . " she gasped again, moaning. "Ohhhhh, Daddy, are you going to 
fuck me?" 

"Yes," he choked huskily, yanking at the string of his pajamas, letting them 
fall. 

His prick thrust towards his daughter's virgin pussy and throbbed mightily. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Hal got onto the bed, still holding his daughter's firm young thighs apart. 
He looked into the meaty, pink, glistening slit of her pussy. He lifted the 
backs of her knees over his shoulders, and her round, tight butt rolled up 
slightly. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy, you're going to fuck me after all! I love you, Daddy! I love 
you! Ohhhhh, hurry! Do it! Let me feel your big prick all the way up my 
pussy!" 

"I will, sweetie, I will," he gasped. "But first-first, there's something I 
have to do. And you have to help me." 

"What, Daddy? Anything! Ohhhh, anything!" 

"This...." he gasped. 

He lowered his face between her open thighs. He gasped again and again. Her 
pussy and cleft were so like her mother's he couldn't believe it. With just 
a little imagination, he could be staring into the depths of Lila's cunt 
instead of his daughter's, into the pink, pulsing mouth of her rubbery 
asshole. 

He puffed through his nostrils, bathing her whole crotch with his hot, moist 
breath. 

"Daddy!" she gasped, her hips twitching, her pelvis rocking up and down, her 
soft inner thighs trembling. "What are you doing! Ohhhh, you're breathing 
all over my pussy! Does it excite you to look at it, is that what you're 
doing, Daddy?" 

He opened his mouth. He licked his lips, Inhaling, he could smell the heady 
aroma of her yearning, seeping twat. He groaned and closed his eyes and dove 
forward the last inch. 

His lips spread over her whole twat. His mouth opened wide, and his tongue 
fluttered forward. Sweet-sharp pussy honey flooded over his tongue, coating 
it, shocking him for a moment, then tasting like the most wonderful drink 
he'd ever had. 

His tongue slithered over her pink tissues, massaging the puffy cunt-lips, 
burrowing into the secret, slick folds. He flattened his tongue and pressed 
it against her quaking pussy-mouth, while his lips encircled the whole 
orifice and sucked. 

"Eeeeeeee, Daddy!" she cried, bucking and twitching "You're licking my 
pussy! Ohhhhh, that's nasty! Ohhhhh, Daddy, that's wonderful! I love it! 
Ahhhhh, I didn't know you could do that! Ahhhhhhhh, wait until I tell 
Riley!" 

Hal's cock throbbed and dribbled on the bed. His emotions spun. He was doing 
it. He was sucking cunt. He was loving the enjoyment it brought his 
daughter, and he knew it would bring his wife the same ecstasy. 

"Sandy ...Sandy...." he gasped, corning up for a draft of air. "What a 
sweet, delicious pussy! Ohhhhh, I never knew sucking cunt could be so good!" 

She gasped and looked between her tits at him and blinked. She had her 
nightie all the way up to her neck. Her pointed cones thrust from her chest, 
and she was cupping them in her own hands, squeezing them and rolling her 
thumbs over the nipples, making them ruby-red and terribly spiked. 

"You mean-Daddy, you mean you've never sucked a girl's pussy before? Not 
Mommy's pussy? My pussy's the first one you've sucked?" 

"Not quite the first," he admitted, grinning. "The first I've really sucked 
willingly." 

"Ohhhh, Daddy! I've cherried you, too!" she cried happily, reaching down to 
hug his head. 

He grinned. He looked into her swimming cunt again. The little fringe of 
cherry tissue was still there. In a moment, in just a moment. But first.. . 

"You get to cherry me again, sweetie," he moaned to his daughter, thrilled 
with the novelty of the idea that it was his virginal daughter who was 
teaching him to fuck with variety. 

He dropped his face into her moist juncture again. Only he aimed his tongue 
lower this time. He didn't hesitate. He made it circle the pulsing mouth of 
her just-fucked asshole, and he thrust it deep inside. 

"Ahhhhhgh, Daddy!" Sandy cried harshly, bucking up violently. "My asshole! 
You're licking my asshole! You're fucking it with your warm, wet tongue! 
Ohhhhh, it's better than a prick! Better than my brother's spurting prick! 
God, it tickles wonderfully, Daddy!" 

He'd expected to smell and taste something. He'd wrinkled up his face 
reflexively in preparation for it. But it was just the same as it had been 
with Trixie. 

There was only soft, slippery, rubbery, quivering, wonderfully exciting 
asshole. It squeezed tightly around his tongue. It sucked. It pulled his 
tongue deeper, and he let it, swirling the tip inside her shitter. 

"Yaaaaaah, Daddy! I'm going to come!" Sandy cried. 

She clutched the back of his head. Her straight arms pressed in against the 
sides of her firm young tits and made them point high towards the ceiling 

Her hips convulsed wildly. Her buttocks clenched, squeezing together, 
clamping fleshily around his chin. Her asshole sucked and spasmed around his 
tongue. 

His nose was imbedded in the fleshy wetness of her virginal pussy, and her 
honey ran down the side of it. He had to hold his breath to keep from 
drowning in the flow of cunt-juice. 

He felt her young body jerk and wrench mightily, and he felt the force of 
her sweet, powerful orgasm. He pumped his tongue in and out of her asshole, 
fucking her freely with it, knowing that his hesitation was gone forever 
now. 

He felt his emotions spin. He imagined that it was Lila's asshole he was 
fucking with his tongue, and a sweetness and ease of mind flowed through him 
and nearly made him come with his daughter. 

Sandy opened her throat and growled with the intense orgasm. She felt a 
wonderful loosening warmth shoot all through her abdomen and thighs and 
butt, clear up into her belly and up to her tits. They swelled and heaved on 
her rolling, jerking chest, and she felt as if they were ready to spurt warm 
fluid from their throbbing tips. 

She hadn't know that fucking like this could be so wonderful. She couldn't 
wait to get Riley to do it to her this way. She wondered if he would balk. 
Her father must have balked for years and years. She would ask him why. She 
would ask her mother why. She would keep her asshole and her pussy sweet and 
clean forever so that Riley would never balk. 

Her clit stretched from the top of her cleft and throbbed. She wanted 
something to press it against. She wanted her father's prick to fill her 
pussy and rip her cherry from her. 

"Ohhhhh, Daddy! Fuck me now! Fuck me with your big prick! Stick it in me and 
fuck it in and out and make it spurt your hot sperm into my pussy!" 

She sighed and moaned and twisted. Her body still tingled. She knew she was 
still coming, but she didn't care. In the asshole was wonderful, but now she 
needed it in her pussy. She needed it there. 

Her father rose up from between her thighs. His face and chin and nose were 
all wet, glistening with his saliva and her running cunt-juice. 

She flexed her thighs around his neck. The backs of her knees were still 
over his shoulders. She moved her hands from the back of his head and 
brought them to her split middle. She used her fingertips to pull her 
pussy-lips as wide apart as they would go, and she arched her pelvis upward 
to offer her sweet daddy her virginal pussy. 

"Ohhhhh, Daddy, I helped you! Now you help me!" she gasped, switching her 
hips back and forth. 

She looked between her standing tits, down her flat, quivering belly. She 
saw her blonde pubes waving in tight curls. She saw the way her twat-lips 
were puffed to twice their normal size. She could see the red, throbbing tip 
of her clit sticking up, begging to be massaged by the root of his big 
prick. 

She watched her father wipe his face with his hand. He looked down into her 
quivering, watering pussy again. The tip of his shiny cock throbbed and 
swelled mightily. 

She saw a drop of oil leak from the big slit at the end and fall toward the 
bed in a long, silvery string. She sucked in her breath and trembled all 
over with another pulse of orgasm as he moved up over her and made her butt 
roll up off the bed. 

She'd never felt so split open in her life. He pressed down against her and 
made her knees touch the tips of her tits. Then they mashed her tits flat. 
His belly rested warmly against the backs of her thighs. 

Her asshole quivered and her cunt shook. "Daddy! Daddy!" she cried heatedly. 

"Sweetie! Ohhhhh, Sandy! Here it comes! Here comes Daddy's big prick into 
your tight young pussy!" 

"Yes, yes! Fuck it into me!" He moved forward. She moaned and tossed her 
head in delirium. "Ahhhhh, I can feel the head of it! Ohhhh, it's sliding up 
and down my slit! So slippery! So hot! Ohhhhh, over my clit, Daddy! Ahhhh, 
you're going to make me come again!" 

She threw her arms around his back and hugged him tightly, lifting up 
against him. Her elevated ass swung freely under the head of his probing 
cock and made the velvety, slippery glans massage all over the silky 
pinkness of her slit. 

She shuddered with another electric series of orgasmic waves, and her cunt 
mouth quivered and sucked wildly. 

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried tightly, unable to stand the anticipation any 
longer. 

Hal's cockhead nestled in the opening of her pussy mouth. The heat of it, 
the silkiness, the quivering slipperiness of her tight muscles made him gasp 
harshly and thrust forward. 

"Ah!" Sandy gasped, her eyes popping open. "AHHHHHHHH!" 

She screeched. She shook. She arched upward and froze. She lay there and 
felt the big cock pop through her cherry and ripple and slide into her 
spasming cunt. 

It filled her. It stuffed her. It stretched her virginal cunt muscles and 
made the twat walls gush with fresh pussy-juice. She shuddered wildly from 
head to toe and knew it was done, and it hadn't hurt at all. 

"You're fucking me, Daddy!" she cried. "It's in me all the way! Ahhhhhhh, 
God! It's wonderful! My first prick! Yaaaaaagh, Fm coming again!" 

She hadn't stopped, really. But there was now a new intensity to her 
orgasmic waves. She felt her whole pussy-tunnel suck and squeeze wildly 
around the imbedded cock. 

Everything was different. The other orgasms had been terrific, but there'd 
been something missing from them. 

She knew what it was now. It was the stuffed feeling that a throbbing, 
stretching prick gave. It was the bucking, the pulsing, the hot spurt of 
boiling sperm against her cervix that had been missing before. 

She felt them all now. Her father's wonderful prick was going wild inside 
her pussy. The sudden flood of his slippery sperm made a deep pool of her 
cunt, something nearly fluid out of the center of her body. 

"Daddyyyyy!" she squealed tightly, clinging to him, rocking with his 
bucking, orgasming thrusts. "Thank you for fucking me, Daddy!" 

"Ahhhhhhgh!" Hal groaned, pressing his hips into the saddle of his 
daughter's spread crotch. 

His cock bucked and throbbed and spat wildly. His balls jumped against the 
upturned roundness of her sweet, virginal ass. 

A sense of shame started to build inside him. Another spurt of sperm jetted 
through his prick and spattered against the back of his daughter's cunt, and 
the shame went out with it. 

She'd needed him. They'd needed each other. He knew that now. It might take 
a little more time, but he knew he could make it right with Lila from here 
on. 

And he knew that his daughter's unreasoning fear of being cherried was now a 
foolish fright of her past. She would go forth to her Riley or to the other 
boys and men in her beginning life, and she would have no fear of her own 
needs with them. 

There was no shame in that. There couldn't be. 

He groaned with a sound that came from deep inside him and fell easily 
against his daughter's throbbing body. He slipped her legs from his 
shoulders and let her stretch them out by the sides of his hips. 

He pressed against her and felt her tits still swollen and throbbing under 
his chest. He looked down on her pretty face and saw the joy, the bliss in 
it, the lack of fear now. 

"Daddy, I love you!" she whispered urgently, squeezing her brand-new pussy 
around his prick. 

"I love you too, honey," he said. He kissed her. It was not a 
little-girl-and-daddy kiss this time. It would never be again. It would be a 
special kind of father-daughter kiss from now on. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It took quite a while before Pete stopped shaking. When he did, he let out a 
final sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead and lay back on the bed. 

He still couldn't believe he was really in one piece. By rights, there 
should be one arm over in the corner, a leg thrown under the bed, and his 
balls hanging from the light fixture. Shit, what other father was there who 
would let it go with a dirty look and nothing else? 

He wondered about it. And then he began to wonder if his father didn't tear 
him apart because of some other reason-like what he intended to do with 
Sandy himself. 

Pete lifted up from the bed and looked at the closed door. He chewed on his 
lower Up. Christ, he ought to leave it alone, not press his luck any 
further. 

But he couldn't. He could hear them talking softly. It sounded as if they 
were in the bathroom. Yeah, there was the water running. Probably washing 
her ass for her, getting a charge out of it. 

Pete grinned into the room. It gave him a kick to think maybe he'd made his 
father jealous, getting to fuck that sweet, cherried ass. 

The grin went off his face. He felt shitty. He shouldn't think things like 
that. The old man was a pretty swell guy. And if Sandy'd been right about 
what she'd seen her mother and Zach doing in the kitchen, then it was even 
shittier of him to be thinking like that about his dad. 

Feeling humbled again, Pete got off the bed and paced around his room. His 
cock swung between his legs. He looked down at it. He lifted it and squeezed 
it. The old boy had done all right that time. Better, anyway. Rhonda was 
right. He needed more practice. 

But he'd better not try it with Sandy any more. Besides, until Riley popped 
her cherry, he wouldn't get to fuck her pussy anyway, and he needed practice 
at that, too. 

He heard Sandy sobbing then. He turned his head. She was really bitching up 
a storm out there. He listened. He heard her door close, her voice going 
muffled behind it. 

He pressed his ear to the wall quickly. He could hear her crying now, 
threatening to become a whore and everything if her father didn't fuck her. 

Holy shit! Pete cried inwardly, his heart pounding. She was begging to get 
fucked! 

He listened harder. He still held his prick. Then he noticed it swelled in 
his hand and got stiff as iron. He heard sounds through the wall-erotic, 
suspicious sounds. A cry of-God, she was coming! He was fucking her after 
all! 

Pete's prick pounded in his hand. Heat pulsed through him. He started 
jacking himself, listening at the wall all the while. 

Then another idea came to him. Shit on listening! 

He hurried to his door and opened it and slipped into the hall, holding his 
stiff cock in his fist. There was that idea, a wild one, a hairy one that 
made his heart pound wildly in his chest and his balls rumble with the 
daring of it. 

He turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees and looked at the closed 
door at the end of the hall, and his hand slid rapidly up and down his 
jerking prick. 

He swallowed hard. What could she say? She'd fucked Zach. He could threaten 
her with that if she objected. And would the old man dare say anything after 
fucking Sandy? 

His mind reeled. He took the first step towards his sleeping mother. His 
cock bucked and stretched. He took the second step, and the rest came one 
after the other. 

He held his breath. He turned the knob quietly. He opened the door and 
slipped inside. He could just make out her form on the bed. The sheet was 
down over her tits. He saw them thrusting up from her chest, big and 
pointed, nearly as firm as Sandy's were. 

Pete licked his lips. He went stealthily to the foot of the bed and looked 
down at his mother. He thought for a moment and then decided how he would do 
it. 

He would pretend he was his father. He'd just slip into the bed beside her 
and slide the sheet down over her pussy and climb between her legs and slide 
his raging prick into her wet, warm cunt and fuck her in her sleep! 

He moved around to the side of the bed, his heart pounding like crazy. Just 
as he was lifting his knee to get in, his mother moaned and scared the shit 
out of him. But she didn't wake up. She rolled over onto her belly instead 
and slipped her hands under her mound and made her butt round up under the 
sheet. 

Change of plans, he thought. 

He slipped the sheet down gently, uncovering her ass. He stared at it in the 
soft moonlight haze filling the room. It was a beautiful ass. He'd never 
realized how firm and tight her ass was. His mother's ass-should he fuck it? 
Did the old man fuck her in the ass? 

The thought had never occurred to him as a legitimate question. He wasn't 
sure why it had just now. Rhonda liked being fucked in the ass. Sandy had 
let him cherry her ass before getting her pussy cherried. Shit, it was 
obvious that women fucked up the ass just as much as up the pussy. Maybe 
more. They didn't get pregnant being fucked up the ass. 

That question settled in his mind, Pete shifted his weight onto the bed 
fully. He held his stiff prick in his hand and wished he'd remembered to 
coat it with Vaseline first. 

He spat into his hand and smeared saliva over his prick. It got very 
slippery. He knew he didn't have to worry much. His old man had probably 
fucked his mother's ass a thousand times, making it nice and receptive, not 
stripping tight the way his sister's asshole had been. 

Pete moved between his mother's open legs. He made a swift motion, aiming 
his cock, pressing down against her back. His prick went sliding into 
slippery, silky warmth immediately, and he nearly shot his load off. 

"Ohhhh, God!" Lila cried with shock. "Hal, you bastard! How dare you fuck me 
when I'm asleep! Get off, you prick! Get that cock out of my pussy right 
now!" 

She thrashed under Pete. Pete held on tightly. His prick throbbed in the 
depths of his mother's slippery, sperm-slick cunt. 

He'd missed! He'd hit the wrong hole! He'd fucked it into her cunt instead 
of her asshole! 

His cock trembled and bucked wildly. Sensation shot through him. His mother 
churned and thrashed under him, lifting her firm ass-cheeks up against his 
belly, clamping her buttocks tightly, making her pussy-tunnel spasm and 
clench and try to spit him out. 

He couldn't take it. Her cunt was so hot and wet and writhingly alive he 
felt himself rushing toward orgasm immediately. But he didn't dare yell. If 
he did, she'd know who he was. 

He couldn't hold it. His balls drew up under his sliding, pumping root. Her 
pussy-mouth snapped and slurped all around his shaft and milked the fresh, 
hot sperm from his prick. 

He vibrated and shuddered against her, clinging to her back, holding his 
throat closed so that he wouldn't make a peep. 

He nearly blacked out. Sperm shot from his young prick and flooded into his 
mother's pussy. She thrashed under him, pretending she didn't want a cock in 
her. 

But there was something about the way her pussy squeezed and sucked that 
belied her moaning protests, and he wondered what the hell kind of deal this 
was, where her mouth said no and her pussy screamed yes. 

He fucked his cock to her depths. He felt the head hit some kind of bottom. 
It made her arch and shudder and swear like hell. 

"Hal! God, stop! I can't take it! Ohhhhh, it's so slippery in my pussy now! 
You bastard, did you come in me? Ohhhhh, damn you, Hal! What are you trying 
to prove, fucking me from behind! Ahhhh! It's hitting bottom! Your cock! 
Ohhh, it's hitting bottom, darling!" 

Lila tossed and shuddered. She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd 
been sound asleep, dreaming about Zach Parker's long, long prick, and now 
she was being fucked furiously and soundlessly from behind. 

God, was it Zach? Had he sobered up and come back and...no, that was absurd! 
It was Hal. It had to be Hal. But his prick! It was so long! 

Despite herself, she felt thrills chase up and down her spine. She could 
feel Hal's weight pressing against her rump. She never let him fuck her like 
that, and now she was wondering why. It felt good. It was exciting. He was 
trying after all. 

"Ohhhh, darling-I was such a bitch to you tonight," she moaned, beginning to 
lift her ass back against his shuddering thrusts. "Darling, I know we 
haven't been very good to each other, but I want to be. I really do. Ohhhh, 
I'm not angry now, Hal. You just startled me, hopping on my rump when I was 
asleep. Ohhh, darling, I like fucking this way! Ahhhh, it feels good! I can 
feel your balls! And I really did like it when you stuck your finger up my 
asshole! We should have tried that years ago, darling, and it's all my fault 
we didn't!" 

She gasped. She churned. She sucked at his prick and felt the terrible 
slipperiness inside her pussy. Was she really leaking that much, or had 
he-had he come in her already? 

"Darling!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, why didn't you moan when you came? Is this 
something new, too? Oh, Hal, I was really going to suck your prick off! 
Honey, honest I was! All the way! I know you've wanted me to for years, 
but...ohhhhh, and I know how much you've wanted me to let you fuck your 
prick into my asshole, but...ahhhhh, darling, you're making me hot! Say 
something, Hal! Talk to me!" 

Pete's ears burned. His scalp prickled. Jesus, he couldn't believe what he 
was hearing. His old man had never been sucked off or gotten to fuck her ass 
or anything! Shit, he didn't even get to fuck her from behind! What the hell 
kind of deal did they have? 

Lousy. It had to be lousy. That was why he worked late at the office all the 
time. That was why his mother flirted all the time, mugging up to young 
studs like Zach Parker next door. 

Dad! he cried inwardly. Jeez, Dad! 

He felt sorry for his father. Love suddenly burst through Pete for his old 
man, and he didn't blame him at all any more for fucking Sandy. 

Fuck her all you want, Dad, you deserve it! he thought. 

He spurt the last of his sperm into his mother's pussy and knew now what he 
had to do. It was going to be for more than just practice. It was going to 
be for his dad. And, in a way, for his mother, too. 

He pulled backwards. His prick slipped through the heated silk of his 
mother's sodden pussy and slipped out, the head bumping against the bottom 
of her crotch. 

"Ohhhh, don't stop fucking me, Hal! I'm just getting hot!" she cried. "Yes, 
darling-hot for your cock! I want your cock!" 

Pete moved one hand down his mother's back. He palmed her firm ass-cheek to 
the side. He spread his knees, forcing her thighs wider apart. Her hands 
were still under her belly, trapped there by their combined weight, and it 
made her butt be rocked up. Pete wasn't going to miss this time. 

"No! Hal, no! Not there! Not up my ass! Hal, don't! I'm not ready 
forAHHHHHHHGH!" 

Pete pressed forward. He felt the knob of his slippery, honey-drenched cock 
catch in the tight little mouth of his mother's asshole. His shaft swelled 
and throbbed. He couldn't help but be excited. He had another ass virgin 
under him. First his sister, and now his croaking, thrashing mother! 

He pushed hard. He felt the tight mouth contract. It didn't deter him. She 
hollered bloody murder. 

"Hal! Goddamn it, not up my ass! You bas-AHHHHHGH! It's in! It's big! You're 
killing me! Your cock's too big! Ohhhh, it's sliding up my ass! Eeeeee, Hal! 
God, darling, fuck it deeper!" 

She was thrashing wildly. She could help it. She'd never felt anything like 
this before. His prick filled her butt. She could feel the way the veins and 
bumps rippled past her spasming asshole and sank into her dark depths. 

It was thrilling after all-a little burning, maybe, but that would pass 
after the first few times. It had burned a little when he'd popped her 
cherry that night at the lake so many years ago. 

She buried her face into the pillow and moaned with heated joy. They were 
together again. They'd worked it out. They would finish working it out 

She was taking her husband's hot, slippery prick up her ass finally, and 
that was nearly half of it. Now, all she had to do was suck his prick off 
and swallow his cum, and she would have done her part to making their 
marriage good again. 

He wouldn't be able to refuse to suck her pussy and her asshole any more. 
Not after she'd done her part. 

She slipped her fingertips up and down her satiny slit and moaned heatedly. 
She wouldn't have to masturbate any more. She wouldn't have to slink around 
and flirt with men and then run off and flick her heated clit to orgasm. 

Well, not as much, anyway. Or, better yet, they could masturbate together, 
just the way they'd started tonight. She'd let him watch her spread her legs 
and swirl her hand over her pussy until she came. Then she'd watch him jack 
his hand up and down his cock, and she'd play with his sperm as it came 
spurting from his prick. And then they'd fuck. Ohhhh, how they'd fuck! 

"Ohhhh, Hal! I'm coming, darling! Fuck me harder! All the way in my asshole! 
Ahhhhhgh, come in me again! Flood my ass with your hot, lovely sperm, 
darling, and then I'll suck your prick off! All the way, Hal! I promise I 
will!" 

Her ass lifted and thrashed. Her buttocks clamped tightly around her son's 
cock, stripping the tube, milking it, believing it was her husband's 
wonderful prick imbedded in her butt. 

"Ohhhh, darling, talk to me!" she gasped. "Tell me it's good! Tell me you 
like fucking my ass at last! Hal, I don't care if you fucked that girl 
tonight! Really, I don't! Not any more! How can I mind, darling, when you 
already know I tried to fuck Zach! Ah! Darling! Hal, I'm going to come! 
Ohhhhh, deeper! Fuck-up my ass! Yes, yes! Now, darling! NOWWWW!" 

Pete hung onto his mother's bucking body for dear life. She exploded under 
him. Her legs shot in all directions, and her arms burst from under her body 
and whipped at the pillows. 

Her spine arched to a tight curve, and her head jerked up as she opened her 
throat and bellowed out her wild orgasm. Her butt lifted back against him at 
the same time and swallowed his cock, her buttocks nipping at his belly as 
if she were trying to suck his whole body up her quivering ass. 

Pete tried to hang on. But the twisting and thrashing and nipping were too 
much. And the thought of having his mother's sweet, full lips sink down on 
his cock and pull the sperm from his balls into her throat sent his mind 
reeling. 

"BWAAAH!" he blurted, his compressed lips exploding open with the rush of 
air from his lungs. 

He lunged against his mother's ass and shuddered violently, sending another 
charge of hot young sperm into her body. 

"Ah! Ahhhhgh!" Lila cried. 

Her eyes popped open. Her body throbbed and pulsed. Her pussy squirted 
cunt-juice as she spasmed from head to toe. That wasn't Hal lying along her 
back with his cock imbedded in her bucking, squeezing ass! 

"PETE!" she yelled. 

"Mom!" he cried, gasping. "Ohhhhh, Mom! 

Fm corning again! Your asshole! AHHHHHH-HGH!" 

"No! No! God, no! Don't come in me! Don't fuck me! Ahhhgh, I've been fucking 
my own son! Don't...ohhhh, look what you're making me do, Pete! Ohhhh, God!" 

She curled up, twitching and tossing, her ass bucking back and forth. She 
felt her son's prick burst inside her ass again, sending slippery sperm into 
her depths like a hot enema. 

She yelled for him to stop, but she didn't know why. He'd already come in 
her. In her pussy and in her ass. There was no reason he should stop for the 
third time. 

Besides, she didn't want him to stop. Not just at that moment. He'd set her 
off again. The discovery that it was her son's cock touching bottom in her 
pussy, reaming out her virginal asshole, was more than she could bear. 

She thrashed and churned and spasmed all over, great waves of orgasm. All 
the things she'd babbled! God, he knew them all now! Her son! 

She felt ready to kill him for pulling this mad, shameful trick on his 
stupid mother. But then, as she felt her asshole pulse and shake around his 
throbbing root, she realized that two terrible problems had been solved by 
her son. 

She'd gotten the strange prick fucked into her that she'd been yearning for, 
and without all the messiness an affair with somebody like Zach would make. 

And she wasn't an ass-virgin any longer. 

"Ahhhhhgh, Pete!" she cried, reaching around to cup his head against the 
back of her neck. "Darling, you don't know how Mommy really loves you for 
fucking her ass! Thank you for pulling such a sneaky, sneaky trick, Pete!" 

"My pleasure, Mom," Pete gasped, shuddering again. "Ohhh, don't suck my 
prick yet, Mom. I gotta rest!" 

"Ohhhh, rest, darling. Rest!" 

She lifted her head up and back to kiss her son fully on his gasping mouth, 
her body twisting around, her ass thrust back against his imbedded cock. 

That was what Hal and Sandy saw when they burst through the door and made 
the light flare on-Pete, balls-deep in his mother's ass, squeezing her firm, 
pointed tit while he Frenched her mouth and massaged her pussy with his 
other hand. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Sandy squealed, hugging her father around his hips, her hand 
over his bowed, shiny prick. "Pete and Mommy are fucking, too!" 

Lila snatched her mouth from her son's. She gasped with shock. Then she 
stared at her husband and her daughter. 

She saw the cum-slick cock bowing from her husband's loins. She watched the 
way her daughter fingered the big prick intimately. She saw the gleam of 
pussy-juice and sperm trickling down her daughter's inner thighs. 

There was a pinkish cast to the rivulet of juice-a hue that could be from 
only one thing. When she looked closer and saw the ring of pink around the 
base of his root, her suspicions were confirmed. 

"You fucked her!" she cried. "Your own daughter! You fucked her cherry out 
of her!" 

"Ohhhh, yes, Mommy. Yes!" Sandy moaned. She rushed forward and knelt at the 
side of the bed and caressed her mother's head. "And it didn't hurt, Mommy! 
I didn't have to go to the hospital! Ohhhh, I'm so happy!" 

Lila looked at her daughter. The brightness of her face, the pretty, young 
joy on it, told her more than two hours of explanations ever would. 

She glanced at her husband. She started to make a chiding expression. Before 
she could, he grinned gently. 

"Enjoying yourself, honey?" he asked quietly. "That's some little ass-fucker 
we raised. I caught him with his cock up Sandy's ass, too." 

Lila gasped. She looked at Sandy. "Up your ass!" She hadn't missed the 
sequence of her family's fucking. "Before your pussy!" 

Sandy giggled and nodded at her mother. "Isn't it great, Mommy? I don't know 
which I like better, do you?" 

Lila gasped. She licked her lips. Her bung squeezed around her son's prick 
again. Pete was holding it deep in her ass, as if to hide it from his 
father. He didn't know if the old man would tolerate catching him a second 
time-particularly when it was up his wife's butt. 

Lila gasped again. She watched her husband approach the bed. He was grinning 
like some kind of idiot. Then she saw the humor or the irony or the 
joyousness of it-whatever the hell it was. 

"I think it's wonderful to be fucked up my ass, darling," she groaned 
huskily, kissing her daughter. She held out her arms. "Oh, Hal-darling, come 
here!" 

He went to her. His prick bowed toward her face. She took it in her hand. 
She felt the slipperiness of her daughter's pussy on the heavy shaft. She 
smelled the aroma of cunt-honey there, but she didn't mind at all this time. 

"Hal," she said huskily. "We've got some unfinished business, Hal." 

"I know," he said. 

"Go out, kids," Lila said. 

"Not yet, Mommy," Sandy said softly. "We all have some unfinished business. 
We all need to be together a little bit longer." She got onto the bed beside 
her mother and her brother. She opened her legs wide, lifting her knees back 
to her tits, exposing her pretty, wet pussy and her pink, winking little 
asshole. 

"Show her, Daddy. Show her what I taught you to do to my hot little bottom!" 

Hal swallowed. He glanced at his wife. His prick throbbed in her hand. He 
got onto the bed and stretched himself so that his cock was near Lila's 
face. He stared into the pinkness of his daughter's pussy. 

"You didn't really teach me, Sandy," he said softly. 

"But I let you practice on me, Daddy," she said, weaving her lifted butt, 
making her pussy squeeze out fresh honey so that it trickled over the little 
pocket at the bottom of her twat and ran into her deep ass-crack and over 
her shitter. 

"Practice?" Pete said, lifting up to look. 

Sandy looked at her brother. "You can practice on me, too, Pete. For Rhonda. 
She's going to love this-just love it!" 

Hal put his hands on the backs of his daughter's thighs. He gave his wife 
another glance. Then he pursed his lips and thrust his tongue between them. 
He drew closer to Sandy's leaking pussy and pulsing asshole. 

"Ohhhh, Hal!" Lila gasped, squeezing his prick, staring at his tongue and 
lips and her daughter's twitching cunt all at the same time. 

"Eeeee, Daddy!" Sandy cried joyously. 

Hal dove into the wetness. His tongue swirled in it. He heard his wife gasp 
as she watched and imagined how it was going to be with her hot, wet pussy 
when he licked up her flowing juice and tongued her asshole and made her 
scream her head off. 

"Hal, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Oh, Hal! At last! At long last, 
darling!" 

She opened her mouth. She plunged down over his prick. She ran her tongue up 
and down the underside of it, stripping it, making love to it. 

She felt the swelling in her mouth. She felt the velvety stretch toward the 
back of her throat. Her head spun with delight. 

She was doing it! 

She watched her husband gobble and slurp at their daughter's trembling 
pussy. She watched Sandy's pointed tits spire and jiggle on her chest. 

She saw the bliss spread over her daughter's face, and she knew how 
infinitely delicious his tongue and lips were going to feel on her own 
pussy. 

Her asshole throbbed. It snugged tightly around her son's prick. She began 
to move her hips, fucking him with her ass again. 

"Ohhhh, Mom!" Pete gasped. "So tight! So slippery! Mom, I love fucking your 
ass!" 

Hal watched his son. He could see over Sandy's belly. He watched the long 
cock on his son slide wetly in and out of Lila's pinching asshole. 

The boy had come in her already, there was no question of that. He didn't 
mind. Not really. Not if he'd opened her butt up and showed her how good it 
was. Not when he was going to get the benefit of his son's big, wet prick. 

He lapped and sucked at his daughter's streaming pussy. The taste was 
familiar now. It was delicious. He didn't know how he'd gone this long 
without even trying to suck his wife's pussy. 

He rimmed the little asshole again. He thrust his tongue deep into it. He 
rolled his eyeballs and saw that his wife was watching, and he heard Pete 
groan with pleasure again, and he knew that her freshly fucked asshole had 
just squeezed. 

His prick throbbed in her sucking mouth. It was like a telegraph signal. He 
was telling her with a jerk of his prick that he knew what her tight bung 
had just done. He winked at her, too. 

She winked back. She pursed her lips fully and stripped up his raging prick, 
fluttering her tongue over the underside of the head at the same time, 
signaling him back. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy! I'm going to come!" Sandy cried suddenly. 

She twisted and thrashed her little ass. She felt her father's tongue spear 
into her bung and then lick up her pussy-slit. She smiled happily. She knew 
he and her mother were going to get along just fine from now on. 

She closed her eyes. She dreamed of Riley. Her father was terrific at 
sucking her pussy. And her brother was good at fucking her ass. Both of them 
would be thrilling at fucking her in all ways possible, she knew that. But 
Riley would be best. 

"Ohhhhh, practice, Pete, practice!" she cried. "When you've practiced on 
Mommy, you get to practice on me!" 

"I will, Sis!" Pete gasped. "If I've got anything left after Mom sucks it 
all out of me!" 

"I'll suck it, Pete," Lila moaned, lifting her mouth from her husband's 
prick for a moment. "And not just with my tingling ass, either. You're going 
to have to teach your dad how to hit bottom in my pussy." 

"After I practice?" Pete grinned. 

"All you want, darling!" 

"Lila!" Hal gasped. 

Lila thrust her mouth down over her husband's prick quickly. She felt the 
tremble in her fingers. She didn't want to miss a drop. Not one-not ever 
again. 

"Daddy!" Sandy croaked, shuddering, stretching her thighs wide, feeling her 
pussy quiver out of control as the waves crashed through her young, yearning 
body again. 

"Mom!" Pete cried, thrusting his cock deeply, into the very depths of her 
clutching, fucking ass. His sperm rushed forth one more time, equal to the 
demands of his youthful balls. 

"Nnnnnn!" Lila squealed in the back of her throat. She couldn't say any 
more. Her mouth was suddenly filled with boiling, spurting, floods of sperm. 

She drank it all down. She drank and drank, because it kept coming. 

And right at the last, just when her ass was full of her son's sperm, her 
beautiful, lovely daughter stretched her neck and opened her mouth and 
clamped it over her pussy, sucking hard, giving her a hint of what she would 
soon get from her husband. 

Her pussy-juice flowed with no shame at all Onto the lapping, slurping 
tongue. 

It was going to be some vacation, all right. A hell of a fine family 
vacation. 


THE END
