XE-732  Dodie's Chain Reaction
(Mel Crowson) 


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CHAPTER ONE 

The bitingly warm taste of the whiskey went down smoothly in the pit of my 
guts. I had finished my bourbon and water, and as I did I looked across the 
bed at the fetching sight of my wife, Jane, sitting demurely in her white 
slip, looking majestic in the penumbra of the night. 

My son Mike and daughter Dodie had both gone to bed some one hour earlier, 
and we were watching the tail end of a lukewarm Warner Brothers melodrama 
from the early fifties. As the movie drew to an end, the liquor I had 
swallowed, the lateness of the hour, which brought with it a certain feeling 
of casual recklessness, and the sexiness Jane exuded as she lay slumped over 
the top of the bed in the dimly lit bedroom while she watched the movie 
imparted strong-sexual urges inside me. 

Maybe it's because I'm inherently a selfish son of a bitch, but it seemed 
like the only time I truly appreciated all that Jane represented was when my 
cock and balls began bulging. That was the way it was right then. At that 
moment she was the only woman in the world. 

I had to admit, by any yardstick, that she looked great, particularly for a 
woman of almost forty who had not one but two teen-age children. 

Her eyes remained focused attentively on the television before her, where 
Errol Flynn was going through one of his many formulized swash-buckling 
roles. Her legs were exquisitely tapered, long and lean, with the athletic 
trimness of a female athlete or a dancer. Jane's long hours of gym exercise 
had done her in excellent stead. Her breasts were every bit as voluptuous 
and firm as they had been the day that I had met her shortly after she had 
graduated from high school better than twenty years earlier, and her creamy 
flowing white complexion was just as smooth as it had been then. Her blue 
eyes had retained their youthful sparkle, while her golden hair was every 
bit as stunning as ever. 

As my eyes remained frozen on her, my prick began experiencing an 
uncomfortable itch. One way or another I would have to get release before I 
turned in for the night. Jane wasn't always willing to comply with my sex 
desires, and if she wouldn't that night then I would have to go into the 
bathroom and beat my meat over the toilet bowl until the cream was released. 

The tense sexual anxiety I felt was becoming so acute that I thought about 
asking Jane immediately to comply with my wishes. But after thinking over 
that possibility for several seconds I rejected it, since I would be 
jeopardizing everything. More than likely she would get so angry over being 
interrupted in the closing stages of a film she was watching that she would 
decline my invitation outright, whereas, if I could somehow manage to hold 
my horses, to pull back the meat and play it cool until the film concluded, 
then just maybe she would be in a good mood and would say yes. 

As I sat there, taut and tense, burning up with sexual anxiety, the show 
finally ended. When THE END flashed up on that screen you don't know how 
happy I felt. 

I jumped up from the bed, determined to turn the set off before she could 
get wrapped up in something else. I knew how fond she was of late night talk 
shows, and my fiery prick had been put off for too long already. I didn't 
want anymore competition. 

As I stooped over and shut off the set, Jane mumbled a little, then 
registered a protest. 

"Why did you do that, dear?" she complained mildly. "I wanted to see Johnny 
Carson for a few minutes." 

"Baby, why don't we ... well, why don't we have ourselves a little fun 
before we turn in," I walked over to her and looked her squarely in the eye, 
running my fingers ever so seductively up and down her bare right leg. The 
electricity was set off inside me from the contact with her. My cock bulged 
like a slab of concrete. It was that hard, poised and ready for action. 

"I'm really kind of tired," she balked. "Can't we make it some other time? 
Tmorrow night, for instance." 

"You weren't too tired to want to watch television," I blurted out, showing 
my displeasure. 

"Well, there's a difference between being too tired for you know what and 
too tired to watch a little television before turning in. You should know 
that, dear." 

"What I know," I leaned over and whispered confidentially, staring right at 
her as I spoke, "is that I'm burning up with excitement. Damn it, I need 
some action. Now have a heart and let your horny husband get his rocks off." 

No sooner did I finish my declaration than I became so aroused with passion 
that I had to do something about it. I encircled my arms tightly around her 
waist, pushing my trembling lips breathlessly .forward until they pressed 
resoundingly against her ruby red lips. Our lips locked for the next few 
seconds and my pulse started pounding out of control. I was pleased to 
discern her reaction as she gasped and went limp in my arms. 

I withdrew my lips quickly from hers, then let my tongue work its way 
fervently inside her mouth. She happily opened her mouth and permitted my 
tongue to enter. They spalshed blissfully as my itchy fingers reached out 
and touched her breasts. 

Her tits felt smooth and creamy in my grasp, and my fingers continued 
massaging them as our tongues continued to slide. I finally removed my 
tongue from her mouth as I squeezed her nipples several times, causing her 
to let out a gasp, and causing her body to quiver nervously. 

"I'm gonna strip you clean," I announced, "and then I'm gonna give you a 
good fuck." 

"Oh, baby, you're overpowering me," she sighed. 

"You're damned right, and this is just the beginning." 

"Oh, I'll just bet it is." 

That was one thing about Jane. When she was in the mood you could tell it. 
But sometimes she didn't show it until after you were already into the act. 
Often she had to be coaxed, such as I had done, before she realized that she 
wanted action. 

My fingers tweaked and squeezed her nipples while I went to work prying off 
her slip. My fingers were trembling with anticipation as I greatly desired 
seeing her naked. Once I pulled off her slip I let my tongue slip around her 
ivory breasts, nibbling on them several times as the excitement continued 
magnifying inside my supercharged body. 

"I'm gonna get my clothes off," I said hoarsely, my voice trembling slightly 
from the burning excitement I felt. 

I unhooked my belt and tore my trousers off, then stepped out of my shorts. 
I already had my shoes off, so all I then had to do was remove my T-shirt, 
which I did. 

With great pride I looked down at my burning, bloated dick, which swelled 
out like there was no tomorrow. If it was ever ready for action it was right 
then. 

"Damned but you're big tonight," Jane exclaimed. 

"That sexy body of yours did it." 

"Oh, Art. It's not that sexy anymore." 

"Like hell it isn't," I laughed derisively, debunking her ridiculous 
comment. "With tits and legs like you've got, don't hand me that." 

"Do I really look that good, baby?" 

"You're damned right you do." 

I proved my point by letting my lips crash resoundingly against hers once 
more. As they remained locked against hers the burning itch surfaced in my 
cock and balls, becoming even more powerful than before, warning me that I 
didn't have much time to spend before launching into the sex act. 

When I withdrew my lips from hers she made a request: 

"Give my burning bush some attention. I'm really burning up between my 
legs." 

I looked down between those long, smooth, sexy legs and observed her bushy 
triangle. Down beneath the golden hairs was her fiery red vagina, which was 
eager for attention. I could tell by the way in which her legs were starting 
to tremble. 

"So your cunt wants some action," I nodded, smiling knowingly. It seemed 
like every time we actually did get together in bed she wanted me to run my 
tongue over her box until she exploded. 

"Yes, it needs immediate attention." 

"As you know, I'm an old pussy licker from way back." 

"A little less talk and a little more action," she gasped, overcome with 
passion. 

"Okay, okay," I laughed. 

I enjoyed seeing her in such an aroused state. Now we were in an identical 
situation. I looked forward to eating out her snatch, then getting my cock 
off inside her pussy. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer so it was 
imperative to get to work immediately. 

I let the fingers of my right hand drop smoothly and slowly toward her 
quivering organ. My fingertips touched it soothingly as she let out a loud 
sigh. 

"Oh, now you're doing it, now you're exciting me, Art," she said. "Keep it 
up, don't stop now." 

"I never stop until I finish, my love." 

"Oh, those fingers of yours. You're like a talented masseur." 

"That's me, the pussy masseur," I laughed. 

I withdrew my fingers from her snatch, then let my tongue zero in for the 
kill. It flicked back and forth several times in her now moist vaginal 
walls, which were twisting with anticipation. Her hips swayed with 
passionate excitement as the sucking continued. 

I had to do something with my trembling fingers, so I put them quickly to 
work running up and down her smooth, velvety legs while my tongue boldly 
persisted in supplying her cunt with attention. 

"Oh, you're really turning me on, keep sucking, I want it, I want that 
tongue in me," she gasped. "Bury it in me, baby, suck it, honey, suck it, I 
want it." 

The longer and faster my tongue looped back and forth inside her torrid box 
the more rapidly her legs and hips trembled. My heart pounded with mounting 
anxiety and my cock continued to itch and burn as my tongue applied itself. 

"Just a few more stabs," she begged, "just a few more and I'll be there, 
suck me, suck me." 

As I moved into the closing stages of the suck, I placed the fingers of my 
right hand squarely against her left ass cheek, supplying her and myself 
with some extra impetus as we moved into the home stretch of our sex act. 

"Oooooohhhhh, baby, I'm there, oooohhhhhh," she finally exclaimed. 

No sooner did she make her announcement then the warm juice began pouring 
into my mouth. 

"Now I've gotta get my rocks off," I declared after I had sucked out her 
box, drinking her delicious nectar. 

"It sure looks yummy," she remarked as she looked at my cock. 

"Would you like to play with it?" 

"Very much." 

She reached out and touched the tip of my penis, causing me to quiver 
excitedly from the vibration. Up and down the base of my inspried rod her 
fingers flew, getting me so excited that I just had to put my dick into 
active use, shoving it inside her. 

"Okay, you can let go now," I gasped. Now the searing vibration was felt not 
only in my cock and balls, but all the way down to my toes. 

Jane nodded, immediately releasing my prick. I looked down on it proudly for 
several seconds, happy that it had come up this high, and was this eager for 
activity. 

Now my fingers went to work prying her legs apart. I looked down one more 
time at that warm invitingly moist gash that I desired to thrust my penis 
into. 

I let my fingers come to rest against her thighs, took a deep breath, and 
got set to thrust my dick into her for the first time. I rammed my spear 
inside that warm, elastic snatch, which eagerly received me. 

"Oh, I love your size," she exclaimed happily. "Oh, it feels so good inside 
you." 

"Oh, same here," I said. "You're so tight. Oh, this feels so good. Oh, 
that's it, keep rotating those hips, keep matching my action, go ahead, 
baby, oh, oh, oh." 

The devastating action continued briskly as I let my rock hard penis flare 
inside her, driving diligently forward, sending a burning message inside her 
quivering nest. 

I continued surging forward, rocking my body, then propelling it forward 
with brutal cock assaults which left her blindly gasping as she threw her 
hips back and forth eagerly. 

The wetness between her legs was more noticeable than before, and I knew 
from the way that she was panting that Jane would be shooting soon, maybe 
about the same time I did. 

I let my fingers run smoothly over her breasts, tweaking her nipples every 
now and then, as the diligent cock stabs became more fast and furious than 
before, pushing me ever closer to the big moment of explosion. 

"I'm getting near," she informed me, "kiss me, kiss me." 

"Oh, I will. Hold on to that orgasm. Save it for when I have mine." 

"I'll try, kiss me, darling, kiss me." 

I puckered my lips and plunged them forward. I plunged them against hers as 
my body continued driving speedily inside her nest. I moved ever closer to 
orgasm. 

My tongue shook with excitement, and I opened my mouth, sending my searing 
tongue inside Jane's open mouth. The tongues locked with great excitement as 
the fucking continued. 

Then we exploded at the same passionate moment, our bodies shaking and our 
tongues remaining fervently locked as the juice spurted out of us. 

We lay still for the next few moments. I threw my arm around her body as she 
lay on her stomach, still breathing heavily. She looked like an angel and at 
that sublime moment, after I had received the satisfaction I had eagerly 
desired, a gratifying wave of satisfaction shot through my entire body. I 
was enormously happy at times like those that Jane was my wife. When she put 
her mind toward sexually satisfyting me she always brilliantly succeeded. 

I took my right hand and rubbed her back slowly and soothingly, causing her 
to purr. 

"I'll really sleep well now," she told me, never moving a muscle from the 
position her body was frozen in. "Sometimes I might have to take sleeping 
pills to get to sleep, but not tonight. That's for sure." 

"This is better than sleeping pills. There's nothing I know of that can beat 
a good fuck." 

"I sure feel relaxed." 

"Sure, we both let off some steam. It's good for us. You know, we ought to 
do it more often." I closed on that note for one reason, I wanted to screw 
more often than she did, as a general rule, and any way that I could sell 
her on the idea of more sex was definitely to my benefit. 

"Maybe so," she nodded lazily. "But for now, honey, can you turn off the 
table lamp so we can both go to sleep." 

"Be happy to." 

I turned off the lamp and crawled into bed next to her. I could have gone 
off one more time without much trouble, but I wasn't so hot then that I 
absolutely had to. 

"Good-night, Jane, and thanks," I whispered, kissing her on top of the head. 

"See you in the morning, Art," she said. 

Within seconds she was sound asleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The following afternoon passed slowly and, for the most part, boringly as an 
old friend of mine, Elaine Barnes, dropped into my office to model for a 
cover layout for the following month's issue. 

Yes, being an art director of a major woman's magazine had its advantages, 
the most considerable being remuneration, but after some ten years on the 
same job there's a tendency for a guy to get bored. That's what was 
happening to me. 

When things get to become part of a routine that is so systematic as to 
preclude imagination, such as mine had become, you have to search for 
adventure, and search someplace aside from your work. 

Elaine was both sexy and attractive, with breasts almost as large, and every 
bit as firm, as Jane had, and with legs that would rival Jane's or anybody 
else's. She was in her late twenties, a sparkling brown-eyed redhead with a 
quick mind and a good gift of gab. The only thing about her that turned me 
off, and only slightly at that, was the well-traveled look she sometimes 
exuded beneath her eyes, where shadows and valleys sometimes formed without 
her permission. There was one distinct type weakness I had in a woman. If 
she conveyed a look of innocence, like she was a sparkling young flower in 
the field, I was instantly turned on. Jane had retained her look of 
innocence as she approached the pedestal of forty years of age. Elaine did 
not convey an impression of innocence, but I tried not to hold that against 
her. She had been around a good deal for a young woman of her age, and had 
been married and divorced twice. 

As she excused herself and strutted over to the dressing cubicle I took a 
good look at that tight, seductive ass rolling back and forth in her tight 
skirt. 

Elaine entered the cubicle and closed the curtain. As she got dressed for 
the layout I walked over to the wet bar and mixed myself a vodka and orange 
juice. It was reaching the point where I was starting to drink more, 
primarily in the afternoon, at the office. Once the boredom started setting 
in it seemed to be the only way to salvage anything. But now that Elaine was 
around, I was looking forward to a lot less boredom. She had a way of 
enlivening things. All the same, I wasn't about to depart from my customary 
afternoon habit of having something to drink, so I took a lengthy sip from 
my glass, belching softly as the liquor went down hard and fast. 

A few minutes later I noticed the curtain open. Out walked Elaine wearing a 
one piece white bathing suit which showed off those beautiful legs to 
exquisite perfection. 

"I still can't figure out why you didn't have me wear a bikini," she said as 
she strutted toward me. 

"I went over that with you one time before." 

"I forgot what you said." 

"Listen closer this time," I grinned, "because this is the last time I'm 
gonna tell you." 

"Very good, sahib," she deadpanned, bowing in mock humor. 

"Our magazine appeals to a lot of middle-aged and older women, along with 
young people. We don't have a clientele quite like the guys who buy Playboy 
Magazine. These older, more sedate women don't mind having a beautiful girl 
gracing the cover of the magazine, but some of them would get turned off if 
we put you in a bikini. Some of them would get jealous and some of them 
would be just plain prudes about it." 

"If you say so." 

"Just a second. I'll go get Barney. 

I crossed the hall and went into Barney's darkroom. He was sitting there 
with his feet propped up in a chair, relaxing as he listened to the radio. 

"Sorry to disturb you," I kidded, "but I've got an assignment for you, my 
good man." 

"Oh, is Elaine here?" 

"Not only is she here. She's waiting for you to begin." 

"Oh, fine." 

He shut off the radio and followed me into the layout room, where the 
shooting would take place. Poor Barney was as bored with the whole operation 
as I was, if not more so. He had more reason to be bored than I did. For one 
thing he made less money than I did, and for another he had worked at the 
magazine for two years longer than I had. 

After making a few remarks about how gorgeous Elaine looked, which caused 
her to beam with joy, she posed for the pictures, which he snapped quickly. 
Barney, with bald pate shining, was a real pro. He worked fast, thoroughly 
and deliberately. 

I sat in a far corner of the room observing everything that was happening. 
Staring at that body of Elaine's caused me to get extremely horny for sex. I 
was starting to feel precisely the same way I had the night before as Jane 
watched the wind-up of the television movie, which ultimately led to rousing 
sex, I found myself hoping that history would repeat itself, but with 
Elaine, the sexy divorcee, being the current object of my affection. 

I had had Elaine before. Three times, to be exact. Like Jane, once you got 
her into the mood she was a real tigress. But, unlike Jane, she wasn't as 
hard to entice as a lot of other women. She was a young pro in the modeling 
field and had used her considerable charms to obtain plenty of work. It was 
through her modeling activities that she had met both of her husbands as 
well. 

Once Barney wrapped things up he turned to me and asked: 

"Is this it for today, chief?" 

"That'll do it, Barney." 

"Okay," he nodded. "Then I guess I'll be getting on that freeway and heading 
home to the wife and kids. Thanks, doll. You were just great," he added to 
Elaine. 

"So were you," she smiled. "Take it easy, honey." 

"I'll do that." 

Barney was the last person to leave the office that lazy afternoon. As 
Elaine strutted back to the dressing cubicle, giving me another good look at 
her swaying ass, my cock hardened with anxiety. My stomach churned with 
excitement. 

I fixed myself another drink as Elaine got out of her bathing suit and 
proceeded to get dressed. My thoughts were on what was happening behind that 
curtain. Once I wolfed down the rest of my drink, while my stomach churned 
nervously, I said: 

"Can I come in, Elaine?" 

"I'm not quite decent yet." 

"Hell, then my timing's perfect." 

"You are a dirty man." 

"I'm just a guy who wants to show you something." 

"What's that?" 

"My big cock." 

"I might have known," she laughed. "Well, what about it?" I inquired. 

What about what?" she played dumb. "My cock. How'd you like to see it?" 

"Okay, my dear. You've talked me into it, you lecher." 

She opened the curtain. I gulped with astonishment as she looked at me 
wearing nothing but her big smile. It was the first time I had seen that 
glorious body nude in months. 

"You look good enough to eat," I immediately declared. 

"I don't want you to eat me. Not this time, anyway. I want you to run your 
fingers over my pussy. I just love the way that you put those fingertips to 
work. And, baby, I'll give you the cock suck of a lifetime." 

"Does that ever sound inviting." 

"That's exactly how it was meant to sound." 

As my fingers closed in fervently on her snatch, Elaine let her fingers move 
briskly up and down the smooth base of my prick, which was begging for 
attention. 

Up and down she pumped on my cock, and as she gave it plenty of action she 
let the fingers of her other hand work their way vigorously around my balls. 
That caused my fingers to move at an increasingly rapid pace over her 
vagina. 

Her fingers worked smoothly for the next few minutes, after which I became 
hungry for her tongue. I wanted her to run her long, smooth red tongue over 
my dick and suck out my hot creamy juice. 

She continued to toy with my swollen, bloated scrotum as her tongue skirted 
eagerly over my dick, driving spiritedly with determination as she pushed me 
ever closer to climax. 

The finger pumping and the cocksucking movements were carefully orchestrated 
by Elaine. That was one of the reasons she turned me on as much as she did. 
When she sucked a guy's cock she made him feel twenty feet tall, and that 
was precisely how high I felt at that point, as her tongue gave me the once 
over. 

"Keep that tongue pumping," I gasped. "Oh, suck me, keep on moving, step up 
that pace, I want you to eat me, eat me, suck it, oh, eat it, suck, suck, 
suck." 

The driving propulsive tongue movements continued at an eager clip as she 
toyed with my balls. My whole body began to vibrate from the movements as I 
sat there in that tiny cubicle, watching her as her body sank beneath me and 
she sucked my prick. 

Her pretty head continued bobbing up and down as she swallowed more and more 
of my prick. The itch became so intense that I could hardly stand it, and I 
began gasping and breathing heavily as she pushed me ever closer to 
explosion. 

"Eat this prick," I called enthusiastically, "suck it off, eat this hot 
cock, suck me, suck me." 

She squeezed my testicles with a greater degree of excitement than before, 
pushing me that much closer to the big moment of impact as she continued 
briskly stroking. 

"Oooohhhhhh," I gasped as the juice began bolting out of the end of my stick 
and into her mouth, "stay with it, honey, eat it, eat every groovy drop, 
suck me, eat my cock." 

Elaine continued hanging on to my balls until all of my juice had been 
released. She swallowed everything that I threw her way, as she always did. 

Her fervent desire for cocksucking was the very thing that broke up both of 
her marriages. Her husbands were old-fashioned in the sense of not wanting 
to share their wife with others. After her second marriage, Elaine had 
explained to me that she considered their reasoning to be in error in that 
cocksucking was all that she really desired on the side, and that there was 
a distinct difference to be drawn between actual fucking, the act of a man 
shoving his cock into her slit, and merely exercising her tongue on a man's 
stiff pecker. 

"Okay, now you can lick my pussy," she said. "You did a good job of stroking 
it, and I'd like to have it sucked." 

"Hang on, I'll be right with you." 

I let my fingers move briskly for a few more seconds over her nest, which 
was dampening from the excitement to which I had subjected it. Then I put my 
tongue skillfully to work, letting it move with smoothness as her entire 
body shook and trembled. 

She threw her body down on the floor dramatically, kicking her legs back and 
forth with great satisfaction, like an emotionally overcome woman at some 
form of religious tent revival. 

"Oh, you're driving me wild," she shrieked, "keep on sucking, don't let up 
now, keep it up." 

I decided to supply her with some extra thrills along the way, so I ran the 
forefinger of my right hand high up into her ass. That caused her body bo 
vibrate spasmodically, in jerky, uneven movements, as she gasped and sighed. 

My tongue continued moving fervently in high gear as I drove her close to 
the explosion point. She let out one loud gasp which exceeded all the 
others. At the same time her body shook. At this crucial juncture the juice 
was released from her, shooting into my mouth as I gobbled it up with great 
enthusiasm. 

"I'd say the afternoon's been a complete success," Elaine observed as she 
got up from the floor. "First I got a good modeling assingment, then I 
sucked on a nice cock, then I got my snatch worked over by a hot tongue. 
Pretty good." 

"Then that means we're both satisfied. I'll have to get in touch with you 
again soon. The next time an assignment crops up that I think I can use you 
on." 

"I'm always available," she smiled as she started putting her clothes back 
on. "There's just one thing." 

"What's that?" 

"I don't want to get too thick with you, baby, as much as I like you. It 
wouldn't be good." 

"What do you mean by too thick?" 

"I mean that if you get turned on by me too much it might cause problems 
with your wife at home. I've met your wife, think she's a fine woman, and 
wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her." 

"You have a noble attitude. Everything will be all right at home. I keep 
things in the right spirit here. I won't let things get out of control." 

"That's good. Don't think I'm not fascinated by your cock, baby, because I 
am. It's just that we have to draw the line somewhere." 

"I agree. Yes we do." 

I waited around until she finished dressing. Then I poured myself and Elaine 
another drink, after which we left the office together, heading for the 
parking lot. I got into my Buick and drove off as I watched her get into her 
red Mustang. 

I felt loose as I got out on the freeway, heading out of downtown Los 
Angeles toward the Valley, where I lived. It was great to get your rocks 
off, and I felt like stopping at a local bar not far from home and having a 
couple of drinks before going home for dinner. 

As I drove in the thick traffic I got to thinking about the promiscuous life 
style I often involved myself in. 

It was quite a temptation to be around beautiful models so much of the time. 
And, in addition, as I mentioned before, my wife could sometimes get 
difficult when it came to granting sexual favors. 

I could contemplate those problems and others when I stopped to have my 
drinks on the way home. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When I arrived home, Jane was waiting for me, brimming forth with an anxiety 
she didn't always exude, particularly when I was arriving home late. 

"What was the delay, dear?" she smiled understandingly. 

"Oh, I felt a little uptight, the traffic was heavy anyway, so I stopped and 
had a few drinks at a bar on Ventura." 

"The work gets boring, doesn't it?" 

"You could say that. And on top of everything else, that Friday traffic 
often slows to a snail's pace." 

"Yes, it does. Well I've fixed you a nice dinner. I've even made us some 
pre-dinner cocktails." 

"Great. Where are Mike and Dodie?" 

"You know our busy youngsters," Jane laughed as she began setting the table. 
"They gobbled down dinner over an hour ago and rushed off for the night on 
dates." 

"With the grades that Dodie gets, she should be able to do anything she 
wants to in her spare time. She works hard. But Mike could stand to spend a 
little more time hitting the books." 

"You told me you were very much the same way at his age," Jane chided me as 
she handed me a glass of bourbon and water. 

"Thank you," I acknowledged. Then I addressed myself to her central point. 
"As for Mike, I never said I wanted him to be exactly like me. There are 
certain traits I have that I wouldn't want him copying." 

We finished our drinks, then settled down into the meal. The food took 
something of the glow off of me. But Jane went promptly to work to put some 
more glow into both of us, mixing another round of drinks after dinner. We 
finished that round quickly, which gave way immediately to another. 

"You know something, dear?" she curled up on the living room sofa and 
whispered as I lay there relaxing with my shoes off. 

"What, dear?" 

"I want you to fuck me." 

"No kidding? When?" 

"How about right now." 

"Right with you." 

We went upstairs to bed, undressing quickly. That night there was no mention 
of television. The only thing that Jane wanted to focus on for the time 
being was taking care of her screaming little cunt, which was begging for 
some sensation. 

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she took off her slacks, then 
her blouse. That tight ass looked every bit as good as the one Elaine had 
wiggled seductively before me in my office. Jane wasn't usually as sensuous 
as she was exhibiting herself to be that evening, so I was more than ready 
to take care of the situation. 

As for my own cock situation, the dinner had put more strength back into my 
body following the protein loss in my office when Elaine had expertly 
drained my cock of juices. But where sex was concerned I had amazing 
recuperative powers. A little bit of it made me wish for a lot more, and 
here I was with my second splendid opportunity in a number of several brief 
hours. 

I got out of my clothes and examined my cock. It was standing tall, awaiting 
brisk action. I eased my frame into bed, stretching out comfortably, 
awaiting my beautiful wife's appearance. 

She climbed into bed next to me, preferring at the outset to assume the role 
of the aggressor as she kissed my lips fervently, as if she had been 
unkissed for months and was starved for love. 

"Oh, are you ever hot," I exclaimed happily. 

"Yes, I am. And hope you are." 

"All you've gotta do is be somewhere within ten miles of me and my old prick 
will come up with no sweat." 

"It looks very nice the way it's standing up there." 

"Give it a little action." 

"Will lever." 

She jiggled on it with her fingers, pumping them around on my scrotum and 
prick, which was burning with sensation. The longer she pumped the faster my 
heart pulsated. 

"You can put it in your mouth and suck on it anytime you want to," I 
informed her. 

"So I've got the green light," she laughed. 

"You've got the green light, Jane. Go to it anyway you want to anytime you 
want to." 

She started out by licking the nozzle of my prick, the tip end, causing my 
body to twist with excitation. And while her tongue teased the end of my big 
rod she let her fingers play with my balls as the tempo she set accelerated 
spiritedly. 

I opened my legs widely and let my body twist in such a way that she 
obtained the best angle possible to proceed with the sucking. Her tongue 
drove with a wild unhibitedness that she did not exhibit very often, but a 
trait that I was always happy to welcome whenever she did. 

I knew that she wouldn't be content just to suck on the end of my dick for 
very long, so she finally expanded her efforts to extend to the entire 
length of my elongated spear, which was serving as the focal point of 
fascination for her. 

"Keep that tongue moving," I said as I slapped her across the ass. 

The slap perked her up all the more, leading to more intense efforts as her 
head jerked up and down rythmically, keeping perfect time as she worked her 
tongue up and down my searing organ. 

Her fingers curled affectionately around my balls, tugging eagerly with 
stabbing movements as my entire body rocked with passion. I was readying a 
big load for release, and I felt several tiny droplets of white juice drip 
out of the end of my dick and into her mouth. 

She must have regarded that little bit of pre-orgasm juice as a good sign, 
since she accelerated her movements once more as she sucked with all the 
passion she could muster. 

"Suck this stream dry," I demanded, slapping her across her buttocks cheeks 
once more. "Lick this dick dry, keep on moving that blistering tongue." 

Jane was like a woman possessed, moving her head so fast that I was coming 
apart at the seams with excitement. Finally the big moment came, I let out a 
grunt, and flooded her. mouth with a stream of cum. 

"That was a nice drink," she nodded favorably. "Now I'd like for you to 
shove your pecker into my mound." 

"You are horny tonight." 

"I like your cock, Art." 

She amply illustrated her point by letting her fingers slide around it. I 
was happy to see that it had gone down very little since I had exploded. And 
she was determined to quickly bring it up even more. 

Jane slid her fingers steadfastly over my cock and balls, determined to get 
things back to where they were before I had exploded, confident that she 
would get a good screw from me. 

"Oh, this is coming up real nice," she murmured as her talented fingers 
continued pumping. "I like the way it's coming up. Yes, I'm gonna get a good 
fuck." 

Once she got it back to where it had been before the super itch that had 
affected me earlier was making its impact felt again. I reached out and 
kissed her lips, then prepared to commence another cock onslaught. 

I slid my dong inside her as her legs opened and her body flared forward 
resoundingly as she was determined to meet my efforts. I drove it in 
resoundingly as she was determined to meet my efforts. I drove it in and out 
of her with resiliency as her hips and body moved briskly. 

I pushed forward at a thunderous clip, stoutly determined to give her the 
kind of torrid fuck she seemed hellbent on getting. I wrapped my fingers 
tightly around her legs, holding on steadfastly, as I pushed my penis ever 
forward toward climax. 

"Fuck me, oh, fuck, fuck," she murmured. 

"Oh, just hang on, I'm gonna flood you." 

"Oh, oh, flood me, fuck me." 

"Oh, baby." 

While my fingers remained wrapped around her legs, and while my cock 
continued to thrust in and out of her with lightning effectiveness, I 
plunged my tongue forward and let it sink inside her mouth. Those tongues 
clashed in an eager French kiss as we drove spiritedly forward toward 
completion of our act. 

Our tongues continued to splash together with unbridled passion as my cock 
exploded in her nest. And as my huge dick once more spent its voluminous 
passions her pussy also erupted. 

"Damned but you're passionate tonight," I said, a little wearily, after the 
explosion. That time I had to catch my breath. After all, I had done quite a 
bit of screwing, starting with the captivating blow job I had received from 
my model friend Elaine and extending forward to the fucks I collected from 
Jane. 

"You made me that way." 

"But you were all set to trot before I even got here. You were swarming all 
over me like you'd had Spanish fly or something." 

"Maybe I did," she grinned. 

"Well, did you?" 

"No," she laughed. I joined in the laughter. "I just felt like it was time 
that we shared a good brisk fuck." 

"I certainly concurred in your sentiments." 

"Incidentally, Art. About that outing that we're supposed to go on with 
Dodie tomorrow." 

"Yeah, the honor students' thing in San Bernardino. Sure, I'm all ready to 
go. I haven't forgotten about it." 

"Yes, well very good. There's just one snag, baby." 

"Let's hear about it." 

"I have someplace to go tomorrow, something that came up at the last second. 
I'm not pleased about it, but I can't really see how I can get out of it 
either." 

"Where do you have to go?" I was surprised about Jane coming to me at such a 
late stage of the game and confiding such information. The convention for 
high school honor students had been something we were planning on attending 
for weeks. Mike was expected to spend the weekend with a friend from school, 
and Jane and I were slated to accompany Dodie to the meetings and 
festivities. 

"Mabel Scott called me up this morning and told me what the score was. She 
said that the Women's Charity League, of which I'm on the Board of Directors 
along with Mabel and three others, called a special board meeting in Fresno. 
I should be leaving tomorrow morning." 

"Oh, damn. That would have to come up now. I'm afraid Dodie will be terribly 
disappointed." 

"No, your daughter took the news very well." 

"You've talked to her about it?" 

"Yes, just before she went out. I took the call just before then. She took 
it in stride. She just wanted to make certain that you weren't backing out. 
I made it clear to her that you weren't." 

"It would be a lot more proper if you could make it too. Can't those old 
hens get along without their most beautiful star for this one meeting?" 

"Now they're not all old hens. How about Mabel?" 

"No, you're right. Mabel's gorgeous." 

"In direct answer to your question, no they can't get along without me. I'm 
expected to make a report. I'm sorry." 

"If that's the way it has got to be, then I guess that's it," I sighed. "So 
I'm taking Dodie alone." 

"Yes, but I'll be there in spirit." 

"Then I suppose we'd better both get to sleep right away. We've both got big 
days ahead of us." 

"That we have. Thank you for a lovely time." 

She reached over and kissed my lips. "Good-night, dear." 

I tried to get to sleep immediately, but my mind bugged me. I wondered about 
how spontaneous Jane's sudden penchant for lovemaking with me had been. All 
too often, when she was seeking to smooth something she wasn't proud of 
over, she would suddenly suggest making passionate love to me. 

She had read me accurately in surmising that I would accept her announcement 
with disappointment. First of all, we had planned on accompanying Dodie to 
the San Bernardino doings for quite some time, and I would be feeling 
terribly strange accompanying my daughter there all by myself. 

But if that was the way it would have to be, then so be it. I tried to think 
of one good side to what had happened. It would give me an opportunity to 
get to know my own daughter a little better. The years had been slipping by 
so quickly that I hardly knew what was happening, and through it all 
something of an alienation process had occurred with Dodie and, to a lesser 
degree, with Mike. 

Since Jane was around the house a lot more of the time than I was, she got 
to know our son and daughter a little better than I did. I was so bogged 
down with work, and spent so much time away from home, that at times I lost 
the pulse throb of my own family, which was a bitter pill to swallow. Well, 
I couldn't help but think, just maybe this would give me a chance to get 
better acquainted with my daughter, since Jane, to whom she was much closer 
than I was, would not be around. Many times I had told myself, particularly 
in the last few months, that I should slack off in my job, take it a little 
easier and get to know my family better. Well maybe this trip would mark the 
first step in such a dramatic direction. 

I finally went to sleep, hopeful that the following day would bring with it 
some illuminating pleasantries. Perhaps it would be the day that would turn 
the tide in acquainting myself better with my teen-age son and daughter. 

The next morning I awakened early, nudging Jane and waking her up. While I 
took a quick shower to activate my body, Jane got breakfast ready and 
awakened Dodie. 

I still was feeling the effects of the drinks I had had, nursing a mild 
hangover. But the warm water, as usual, exercised a theraputic influence on 
my body. By the time I shut the water off and got out of the shower I felt 
much better. 

Dodie was sitting at the breakfast table when I arrived, glancing over the 
morning newspaper. She looked absolutely beautiful, with her stunning blonde 
hair done up neatly in a bun, and wearing a bright green dress. 

"You're looking very stunning, my dear," I greeted her. 

"Oh, good morning, Dad," she smiled, looking up from the paper. 

As I sat down and had a cup of piping hot coffee I looked over Dodie in 
greater detail. There was no doubt about it-she was getting more beautiful 
all the time, and if I didn't get to know her well soon I would lose her 
altogether, since some lucky guy was certain to nab her, probably in the 
near future. It just didn't seem possible that she would be seventeen in the 
summer, the little girl whose hand I used to hold when she cried. 

That little girl now reminded me very favorably of Jane when I had first met 
her, and had been swept off my feet by her enchanting beauty. She had her 
mother's radient blue eyes and stunning blonde hair, along with Jane's 
overpowering figure. She was developing the same type of impressive bust 
line that Jane had. Also, the long, trim, athletic type legs were also 
there. 

The three of us ate breakfast swiftly, then got ready to depart on our 
respective ways. I took a few minutes to finish packing my things, since we 
would be staying overnight in San Bernardino. Just as Dodie and I were 
getting ready to leave, Mabel Scott, who lived just down the block from us, 
showed up to pick up Jane. She would be doing the driving to Fresno. 

We bid them both good-bye, then got into the car and left a few minutes 
later. 

It turned out to be a smooth drive to San Bernardino with, fortunately, not 
a great deal of traffic on the freeway. As for the meetings themselves, I 
had mixed feelings. I was very happy that Dodie had excelled as a student, 
but found the ceremonies boring. I took great delight in making one 
observation, however. Dodie appeared to be clearly the best looking girl 
there. Not only that, but a lot of the other girls, even though they were 
all intelligent honor students, engaged in giggling and so many other 
mannerisms of the immature young teen-age female, while Dodie was mature. 

As for the boys, and there weren't as many of them there as there were 
girls, I noticed the way that they would eye Dodie whenever she was in view. 
It gave me a gratifying feeling to know that my daughter was so beautiful 
that she was commanding attention everywhere. 

After a meeting at San Bernardino High School, the group, consisting of 
parents and offspring, convened at a local park for a picnic. Since they 
didn't serve any booze the whole thing bored me enormously, as you can well 
imagine. 

I could hardly wait for the picnic to end, and as it did I took Dodie into 
the center of town to locate a room for us to spend the night in. We found a 
fairly fashionable motel which had some spare rooms, so we took a suite. I 
decided that my daughter was entitled to the best, and if I got bored a 
little by the weekend's festivities, it was a small price to pay for the 
opportunity of getting to know my girl better. 

We put our things into the spacious suite, rested for a few minutes, then 
went out to dinner. Following dinner in one of the city's better restaurants 
we" took in a movie. You know, it was a weird feeling, but sitting next to 
my own daughter in the darkened theater I got the same kind of nervous 
urgings that I'd had when I first met Jane. My cock and balls trembled and 
my legs continued shifting uncomfortably. And every now and then, even 
though I hadn't wanted to, I found myself sneaking glances at those long 
lovely legs. I hadn't wanted to because it somehow seemed dirty for me to be 
getting sexually drawn, even if perhaps in a subliminal way to my daughter, 
the sweet little girl I use to hold on my knee when she was little. 

When we left the theater and walked back to the car I began feeling both 
nervous and guilty over the mounting sexual attraction I was starting to 
feel for her. 

I was starting to feel thirsty, like I needed a drink desperately. As I 
neared the motel where we were staying I spotted a liquor store that was 
open. 

"Honey, would you care if your old man had a little bourbon before he turned 
in for the night?" 

"Of course not," she threw her head back and laughed casually. "I'm not some 
kind of prude living in the Dark Ages." 

I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I bought a half pint 
of whiskey, then decided to get a bottle of Seven-Up for my little girl. 

We drove back to the place. I could hardly wait to take off my shoes and 
loosen my tie. I poured myself a quick shot of bourbon, mixing some water 
with it. 

"Would you like some Seven-Up, dear?" I got ready to open the bottle I had 
bought for her. 

"Heavens no," she laughed. "You know, Dad, I'm a big girl now. How about 
pouring me some bourbon and water like you're having.'" 

"You've gotta be kidding," I looked at her strangely. "You don't drink, do 
you?" 

"Of course I do. I'm no wallflower. In fact, I had so many Mai-Tais on my 
date last night with Len that for a long time I didn't know whether I was 
coming or going." 

"You shouldn't do things like that." 

"Oh, don't be silly. These are modern times and a girl needs to have a 
little fun now and then." 

"Do you really want me to pour you some of this stuff?" 

"I certainly do. How about it?" 

"Well, maybe one drink wouldn't hurt." 

"I knew you could see it my way," she laughed. 

The weekend experience with Dodie was having a surprise effect on me. I had 
observed her from afar during most of her formative years, and was making 
the mistake of thinking she was just the little girl who used to sit on my 
knee. Now I was immersed in a different situation with a young lady I had 
never really got to know. 

I poured her a drink, handing it to her. "Cheers," she lifted her glass in a 
toast. "Salute," I said. 

I belted down my drink and poured myself another. 

"Aren't you going to ask me if I want a refill?" she asked, quickly 
finishing her drink. 

"Hell, I don't want to get you drunk." 

"You really are a square, Dad," she shook her head. 

"Tell you what. I'll think about it." 

"You know, you're really very cute. My girlfriends think so and I agree with 
them." 

"Is that a fact," I couldn't resist a smile. "Tell me more." 

"I'll just tell you this. I saw you two nights ago with Mon and you were 
both great. ' 

"You saw us where?" I looked at her, my eyebrows raising in astonishment. 

"I saw you and Mom making it," she laughed. "Wow but you two can fuck when 
you get together." 

"What were you doing watching us?" I asked, taking a deep breath, followed 
by a long sip from my glass. The longer I talked to her the more terrified I 
became by her revelations. 

"I had to go to the bathroom, and as I walked by and I heard the bedsprings 
jangle I thought that something interesting might be happening. Well one 
look told me how interesting it was. You were ramming your gun into Mom's 
snatch, really tearing her up. It was some sight to see." 

"How long did you watch?" 

"I watched until you popped your juices in Mom's twat. You two looked great, 
you really did. I'll swear, you've both got bodies like kids and you really 
know how to use them." 

"Maybe this sounds old-fashioned to you too," I said, my pulse pounding from 
the strange revelations, "but I don't really like the idea of my own 
daughter peeking in on sex with her father and mother like some sneaky 
little voyeur." 

"I don't really see anything wrong with it." 

"Oh, you don't," I sneered, taking a lengthy sip from my glass. 

"No. This might shock you, Dad, but I've been fucked myself. I was fucked 
last night by Len over at his apartment and I was proud of it." 

"So now we're switching the topic from my sex life to yours. That's very 
interesting." 

"I see nothing to be ashamed of. I have a beautiful body and a beautiful 
face, not that I'm bragging about either. I'm just admitting what I know to 
be true. And I know one other thing too." 

"What's that?" 

"That you're hot for me, even though you don't want to admit it." 

I darted toward her nervously, my fingers trembling and my heart pounding 
with intensity. 

"Maybe you think you're too old to get slapped by your father, but if you 
don't shut up, young lady, and if you don't knock off this kind of talk I'm 
gonna slap the hell out of you." 

"You're only getting sore because what I'm saying is true." 

My face flushed with intense anger. I hauled off and slapped her across the 
face. 

"Shut Up, young lady," I barked tersely. 

"Oh, you can be the big man and slap your daughter around, can't you?" she 
got up and barked back at me, refusing to be intimidated. "But the one thing 
you can't do is face yourself and admit what you really feel. That's why you 
fly off the handle and slap me. Well, let's find out just who's right." 

I stepped back, watching her in amazement as she began stripping right in 
front of me. Before I could say anything, while I was standing there 
speechless, she tore off her dress. 

"Stop," I finally gasped, but my tone lacked authority and we both knew it. 
Also, my penis was as hard as it had been the night that Dodie had seen me 
fucking Jane. 

She wiggled out of her dress, and was now down to her panties and bra. I 
surveyed her almost nude body and was tremendously impressed. The long lean 
legs were just like those of her mother, as was her well-developed bust 
line. Like it or not, I was being carried away in the throes of passion. 

"Don't go any further," I said. But what was supposed to be a brisk command 
came out a maudlin plea. 

"You know you want me to," she recognized my words as representing what they 
were. 

I stood by helplessly for the next few seconds, my eyes aglue with interest 
as she unstrapped her bra, tearing it off recklessly, then pulled her pants 
down her legs and stepped nimbly out of them, revealing herself totally in 
the nude. 

My eyes were aghast, not knowing where to look, starting with her voluptuous 
breasts, then searching downward toward her golden-haired mound, which 
looked so inviting. And all the while she stood there with her hands on her 
hips, wearing a tiny smirk to indicate that she knew how much she was 
turning me on. 

But she certainly wasn't prepared to stop there. She began walking toward me 
slowly, giving time for the sex tempo to accelerate inside me as my cock 
swelled to massive proportions. 

"I've just got to kiss you," she told me matter-of-factly in a low, 
seductively resonant voice. 

Her lips found mine, pressing against my lips fervently. My body began 
trembling all the way to my legs and beads of sweat surfaced suddenly on my 
forehead. My breath suddenly came in short puffy gasps as our lips remained 
locked. 

I finally managed enough willpower to pull my lips away from hers. And as I 
did I said crisply: 

"Okay, I'll admit it, Dodie. You do remind me of your mother and I am very 
attracted to you, but let's not let things get out of hand. We'll both 
regret it if we do." 

"Nonsense. I believe in expressing myself, and you ought to feel the same 
way. C'mon, Dad, feel my tits. That'll make you real happy. I saw tha way 
you loved touching Mom's tits, and mine are just about as nice at hers. 
C'mon, don't be bashful. Put your fingers on my tits, Dad. Try it and you'll 
like it." 

It was as if the devil himself was putting the words into her mouth. They 
sounded so enticing, as did her ripe ivory melons, which stood out before me 
invitingly, that I just had to react to what she had said. I reached out and 
squeezed her breast affectionately. It caused my cock to react even more 
violently than before. 

"Oh, now you're learning," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her body 
twist restlessly as my fingers continued working incessantly over her 
breasts. 

I kept it up until I was carried away with her captivating presence. By the 
time I reached that juncture she was no longer my daughter, she was just a 
beautiful woman who had turned me on. 

I moved my fingers downward rapidly from her breasts to her flaming box, 
which my fingers worked on with the same skill they had previously exhibited 
on her breasts. 

"Oh, now you're really making me happy," she exclaimed. "Keep it up, keep 
working those fingers." 

While my fingers busily worked around her box I let my tongue work its way 
hungrily inside her mouth. The tongues splashed together with restless 
desire, flicking against each other. 

I finally released my tongue from her mouth, curling my fingers around her 
arms. I guided her nude form over toward the bed, setting her down on top of 
it. 

"Just lie there a minute, I'll be right with you," I whispered. 

Then I went to work getting out of my clothes. At that point I really 
believe that I successfully transported myself back some twenty years 
earlier, to a pivotal stage of my life, when I was wooing the woman who 
would later become Mrs. Art Clark. I saw a lot of Jane in Dodie, so much so 
that it was just like turning the clock back to an earlier era. 

My cock was never harder, and never was it more anxious for immediate 
attention than it was right then. I buried my tongue against her creamy 
breasts, letting it slide gracefully as the tempo continued to dramatically 
build inside both of us. 

"Oh, Dad, now you're doing it, now you're in the mood," Dodie exclaimed 
happily. "Keep it up, honey, keep it up. Oh, you're making me feel so good." 

Her encouraging words naturally inspired me to want to do more, and the next 
thing I knew, strictly on impulse, without weighing for even a minute my 
course of action, I dropped my head down between her legs, which were 
spasming noticeably from the excitement to which I was subjecting her whole 
body. 

I worked my tongue slowly and carefully over her box, thrusting gradually as 
I let the tempo build. 

"That's it, lick it," she gasped, "I want your tongue in my box, keep it 
there, I want it." 

I began driving myself at a more devastating level as my tongue worked its 
way around her moist vagina, which was ever so eager to explode in my mouth. 

My tongue continued cutting loose until she finally unleashed her juices in 
my mouth. I eagerly devoured them as she kicked her legs with unmitigated 
glee and sighed. 

When I finished she immediately had a suggestion: 

"Please screw me now." 

All of a sudden the reality of the moment sank in and I felt a sickness 
tugging at my stomach. I realized once more that Dodie was my daughter and 
feared the consequences of getting even more intimate with her than I 
already had. It was bad enough for a father to eat out his daughter's pussy 
lining, I thought, which I had already done, but now I was on the verge of 
compounding my mistake by having intimate sex with her. 

"We shouldn't go that far," I told her. "Why not?" 

"Do I really have to explain. Isn't it obvious? My God, girl, you're my 
daughter and I'm your father. How would it be we did have sex and I knocked 
you up?" 

"That won't happen," she assured me with a carefree laugh. "I'm a pretty 
shrewd girl. I've heard about the pill." 

"Yeah, well I've read that it isn't completely foolproof." 

"What is," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's give ourselves something to 
remember, Dad. Let's give each other a little enjoyment. Let's live 
dangerously." 

She reached out and began tugging on my cock with her fingers. The brisk 
enthusiasm mounted within me as I felt the pronounced tingle of sexual 
excitement throughout my whole body. 

Dodie was pushing me to the brink, and I wondered how long I would be able 
to resist. I finally weakened under pressure, driving my cock restlessly 
inside her while I cupped my fingers around her breasts and occasionally 
tweaked her nipples. 

I drove my fleshy cudgel into her like a spear, driving zealously forward, 
pushing my meat diligently inside her mound as her hips moved with my 
forward assaults. 

"Oh, kiss me while you're doing it," she begged. 

I let my lips converge against hers as the assault continued. My prick 
thrust forward with all the steaming impact that I could summon as I pushed 
my fingers against her breasts. 

Once I let my lips fall free of hers she hissed: 

"Oh, are you fucking me. Keep it up. I'm gonna gggggoooooooooo, 
ooooooohhhhhhhhhh." 

When I felt the juice shoot inside her pussy lining, I charged forward with 
greater rapidity than before, driving my prick spiritedly as I moved toward 
climax. 

"I'm just about there," I told her. "Oh, yes, yes, oh, that tight twat, 
that's it, throw those hips into me, fuck, oh, what a fuck, oh, it feels so 
good inside you." Then I let out a final resolute gasp, after which I said: 
"Ooooooohhhh, that's it, I've gooooooooonnnnnneeeeeee, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." 

After unleashing that orgasm I felt strange all over again. I watched myself 
withdraw my penis from her furry mound, and began to feel guilty all over 
again for screwing my daughter. 

"I can't believe what we just did," I shook my head. 

"I can and it was wonderful. We'll do it again." 

"I don't think we'd better." 

"Oh, don't be a silly man." 

We turned off the lights after that. Dodie went to her room and turned in. 
She was anxious to sleep with me, but I wouldn't encourage it. I had 
weakened once and was afraid that, with her beautiful form lying next to me, 
I would weaken again. 

I tried to get to sleep but couldn't. The more I thought about what had 
happened the more troubled I became. I thought about myself as a hot young 
stud courting beautiful Jane, and remembered those inspiring rolls in 
the-hay I would have with her, when we would tear each other up under the 
sheets in the same manner that I had with Dodie. 

I was afraid of what the future might hold. Now that Dodie knew I was 
vulnerable there was no telling what she might do when she felt the need for 
sexual release. 

I didn't get much sleep at all that night, spending most of my time tossing 
and turning fitfully, wondering what would come next in my topsy-turvy life. 
One day I had screwed a model, then my wife, and finally my daughter. 

I wondered somberly if I would be able to resist her advances in the future. 

Any way that I looked at it I came to the same conclusion-I had involved 
myself in a mess. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Life settled back down to normal, or at least what one could refer to as 
halfway normal, starting Sunday. 

There was a banquet at a restaurant given to all the honored students, my 
beautiful, sexually irascible daughter as well. Awards were handed out and 
pictures were taken. Naturally Dodie served as the lovely centerpiece of 
most of the pictures, and with great justification, and naturally her father 
was standing proudly by during all these festivities. 

We went home, arriving about an hour before Jane returned from Fresno. Both 
Jane and Mabel were a little under the weather from too much drink when they 
returned. 

I had been so well satisfied during the course of the last few days that I 
didn't entertain any strong sex thoughts until the middle of the week. Oh, I 
still got a hard-on when I saw the beautiful models at the office, and 
gorgeous mini-skirted chicks wagging their tight little asses gingerly on 
the streets of downtown Los Angeles, but I didn't feel those overpowering 
urges like I had felt during the preceding week, when I felt that, if I 
didn't get my rocks off immediately, I might as well be dead. 

But along about late Wednesday morning, as I sat at the cafeteria in the 
same skyscraper where our magazine had its office, I found my head turning 
with enthusiastic abandon as I contemplated the pretty faces and bodies on 
the premises. It could only mean that I was getting homey again and needed 
to do something about my condition. 

There weren't any lovely models coming into the office that afternoon for 
picture layouts, damnit, which meant that my burning penis just had to sit 
there along with the rest of me in agony. 

I had some paperwork to get out of the way, but I found myself anything but 
in the mood for it. I wanted a piece of ass fast and that was all there was 
to it. 

When things slowed down to a snail's pace, except between my legs, where I 
was absolutely dying with sensation, I decided to leave the office. I 
stuffed the page layout I was working on impatiently into my desk, closed 
it, got up, and headed swiftly for the door. 

I decided that I would go straight home and surprise my wife. I would give 
her the kind of inspired fuck that she had given me the previous Friday 
evening". 

Fortunately I was leaving the office early enough, three o'clock to be 
exact, so that the freeway would not yet be crowded with men and women 
getting out of work. With my cock and balls burning to the extent they were 
then, it was imperative to get home fast. 

I made it beyond the vale of smog in downtown Los Angeles, into a semi-vale 
of smog in Hollywood, and beyond the relatively smog-free West Valley, where 
I lived. I turned off on Ventura and up into the hills of Encino, where my 
luxurious suburban abode overlooking the Valley was situated. I enjoyed my 
abode, even if it was strapping me by the balls to make the exorbitant 
payments on it. 

I swung my Mercedes into the circular driveway and got out, stalking quickly 
inside, ever eager to find my lovely wife and fuck the living hell out of 
her. 

I opened the door and looked around the living room quickly. To my surprise, 
nobody was there. Then I heard what I thought to be a commotion upstairs. I 
wondered if my ears were playing tricks on me, or whether somebody was up 
there. 

I decided to investigate, climbing the stairs with mounting curiosity, 
wondering what, if anything, was up. The closer I approached to my bedroom 
the more conspicuous the noises became. It sounded distinctly like people 
panting in the act of sex. 

My stomach churned with butterflies of anticipation. I clenched my fist, 
prepared for anything. I wondered if my wife was in bed with the local 
milkman or television repairman, or maybe with one of my golfing or bowling 
buddies. 

I was ready for anything when I opened the bedroom door a crack to have a 
look inside. Then my mouth fell open in overpowering amazement. I observed 
my wife licking for all she was worth as her tongue was focused up Dodie's 
anus. 

Here I had felt like the biggest son of a bitch in the world after screwing 
my own daughter. I had a morbid fear that perhaps my beautiful little 
daughter might some day talk out of turn and perhaps tell her mother about 
what had transpired between us. Now I come home one afternoon, my cock 
bulging with anticipation, eager to shove inside Jane's moist slit, and who 
do I find her screwing with but this same beautiful daughter of mine. 

"Oh, keep that tongue wiggling inside me," Dodie gasped, "I want you to lick 
me, suck my ass, suck it." 

While Jane was fervently licking her asshole, twirling her tongue 
rhythmically around her anus until I got so hot that I thought I would 
immediately shoot, Jane ran her finger around Dodie's hot mound while her 
whole body trembled with exhilaration. 

Jane kept up the fervent pace on Dodie's twisting anus until deciding that 
it was time to switch her movements to Dodie's box, which was both moist and 
passionate by that time. As the tongue zeroed in on its trembling target, 
Dodie lay back and spread her legs, eager to be the recipient of such 
attention. 

As Jane switched her tongue movements exclusively to Dodie's love nest, she 
rammed the index finger of her right hand with a propulsive thrust into her 
asshole. 

"Oh, baby, keep it up, I love that ass stab, oh, are you ever giving me the 
action, oh, I love it." 

The longer and more intensely the ass stabbing continued from Jane's finger 
inside my beautiful daughter's rosy red rectum, the more noticeably her 
beautiful body shook. 

And the more her body shook, the more anxiously hot Jane went to work 
sucking her delicious mound. All the while my cock became increasingly hard 
to the point where I felt like taking it out and moving my fingers up and 
down it. 

But I decided on second thought to save my actions for later, to let things 
build a little more and resist the pressures I felt inside me to jack off. 

As for Jane, she was in a state of erotic panic, aware of absolutely nothing 
other than her overpowering desire to make lovely Dodie happy with her 
actions. 

The finger continued thrusting itself high up into Dodie's anus eagerly, and 
with those movements there was continued sharp reaction on the part of 
Dodie, whose cute ass would twist with the rhythmic instincts of a burlesque 
artist. 

"Get me off, get me off," she began begging hoarsely. 

I could tell that the pressure inside her was becoming acute by virtue of 
the fact that she was gasping and panting more noticeably than before, and 
in that she would close her eyes periodically to concentrate in greater 
measure on what was going on. 

The intense licking continued until Dodie commenced gasping loudly, and at 
that juncture I noticed Jane's head pushing forward alertly as she gobbled 
up Dodie's juices. 

"Oh, you're eating me, I'm shooting and you're eating me," she sighed. 

At that point I could hold off no more. My resolute prick was so stiff that 
it felt like a board, and inside me I was stirring with restless urges. I 
needed one of them, if not both of them. 

I recalled how, one time when I snuck across the border to Tijuana with 
Barney my photographer friend to get an authentically Mexican layout for an 
article in the magazine. Even though he was unswervingly dedicated to his 
wife, and would not have entertained the thought of having sex with another 
woman, he admitted that day that he had a penchant for sexual exhibitionism, 
and spoke of a whorehouse neary that afforded him a good show at a 
reasonable price. 

After the layout shooting he enticed me to accompany him to this place, 
where we were well received and drank some tequila before moving onto 
another room, where the action occurred. 

I frankly would have preferred humping one of the young Mexican girls who 
worked there, but I didn't want to get involved in anything that Barney 
wouldn't. His sense of moral propriety found it unconscionable to entertain 
action involving him as a direct participant, like humping some Mexican 
broad's tight cunt or getting a hose job from her, since that, in his 
judgement, would be equated with disloyalty. 

For that reason he got his kicks jerking off while he watched two Mexican 
girls go down on each other. Seeing Jane and Dodie make it in front of my 
eyes brought back those memories of some ten years ago, when we stood next 
to a rickety old whore house bed in a darkened room, with most of the light 
coming from a neon light flashing across the street from where we were. 

I'll never forget the sight of those olive-skinned beauties, who looked 
pretty damned good, especially by the sometimes low standards of many whores 
in the dingy bordertown of Tijuana across from San Diego, and how they 
turned their tongues loose with uninhibited passion inside each other's 
slick slits. 

I never, up until that moment, ever thought that I could get that turned on 
watching other people fuck. Before that it had always been a case of me 
participating or else. But I soon realized that the sexual charms of two 
women with gorgeous bodies making it together was an occasion of great 
delight. I'll never forget how eagerly both Barney and I took out our cocks 
and jerked up and down on them, pumping until we exploded. The girls 
exploded as well, providing each other with delicious loads of pussy. 

This marked the first time that I had observed two women together in sex 
since that unforgettable night in Mexico. The impact, naturally, was even 
more profound on this occasion. After all, this sex act involved my 
beautiful wife and equally beautiful daughter, who far surpassed in 
attractiveness the two stunning Mexican girls I had watched make it that 
other memorable night. 

There was another reason why the impact upon me was more pronounced on this 
occasion. There was the element of shock present as a result of discovering 
wife and daughter engaged in such activity mixed with my own inner desires 
of a man to get turned on by two beautiful women having sex. 

It was a strange ambivalence, and as I placed my hand against the doorknob, 
and prepared to walk inside the bedroom, my cock throbbing with blazing 
intensity, I wondered if I ought to get involved with them sexually. Sure I 
was turned on, and sure I was in the position of having to get my rocks off, 
but I wondered about the advisability of getting involved in anymore incest. 
I began to think that, if I wanted to truly do the right thing, I would walk 
in there, give both Jane and Dodie a stern lecture, then wait until Dodie 
left the room, whereupon I could exercise my husband's rights and give my 
wife a good fuck. 

But would I do that? Or would I, as before, get carried away under the 
captivating spell that Dodie was more than capable of weaving? I opened the 
door and walked into the bedroom. 

The girls looked up quickly and saw me. Dodie looked a good deal more 
startled and concerned than Jane, who, as usual, took things in a casual 
fashion. 

"This has been a most interesting exhibition," I said. 

"How much did you see?" Jane asked curiously. 

"Enough. I saw you eating out your daughter's box." 

"You're home early today." 

"Yes, I guess that really did surprise you," I grinned. 

"We could have been more satisfactorily prepared for your return if only we 
had known." 

"I'll just bet you could, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I had 
a hard-on to start with, and came home early to get a piece of ass from you. 
Now I'm harder than ever, and ready to get right to work. And this way I can 
make it a threesome, what with two beautiful members of my family here." As 
I talked my pulse continued to pound with ever accelerating rapidity. Just 
as I had feared, once more my emotions were totally overpowering my better 
judgment. The sight of those two beautiful bodies sitting on the bed in 
front of me, coupled with the sexual heat that had been generating 
intensively within me for most of the day, combined to put me in a state of 
total arousal. I needed release and right away. 

"I think a threesome would be just the thing," Jane smiled, continuing to do 
the talking for both herself and Dodie. "Incidentally, I heard from Dodie 
that you two had a real ball balling the other day." 

"So you've been talking?" I looked squarely at Dodie, miffed over the 
revelation. 

"Don't get sore," Jane laughed. "She was very complimentary concerning your 
bedroom prowess. In fact, she told me how lucky I was to be married to you, 
and how lucky I'd been to get your good fucks for so many years. She even 
said that if she weren't your daughter and you weren't married to me she'd 
want to marry you herself." 

"That was very kind of her." 

"I thought so. I'm glad she can appreciate your good points in the same way 
that I can." 

"Speaking of good points, my very best point is as hard as a brick right 
now." 

"I'll just bet it is," Jane nodded. 

As Dodie continued sitting on the bed, her yes widening with interest as she 
realized we vere close to commencing sex activities, Jane cose from the bed 
and walked over to where I was standing next to the bed. 

Jane put her itchy fingers to work diligently by unzipping trousers and 
slipping her fingers inside. She reached inside and began tugging earnestly 
on my dick. Then she let her fingers circulate quickly around my balls. 

"Oh, are you ever ready," she sighed, looking down at my throbbing penis 
with admiration. 

"You and Dodie had more than a little to do with that." ' 

"Yes and we're gonna have a lot bigger say in things from here on out." Jane 
looked over toward Dodie for confirmation. "Isn't that right, my lovely 
dear?" 

"It sure is," Dodie's face broke out in a smile. 

"But first I'm gonna massage this prick and massage it good," Jane said with 
great resolve. "I'm gonna have it standing on end and so itchy that it'll 
just have to shoot. I'm gonna get it worked up, then I'm gonna get you into 
bed so you can give us both a good workout." 

"Right on," Dodie laughed. 

She moved her fingers with skillful enthusiasm around my balls, tugging 
gently as the tempo systematically built. Then as the fingers of her left 
hand continued to probe my testicles skillfully, causing electric vibrations 
to circulate throughout me, she put the right hand to work pumping up and 
down on my prick. 

"Oh, is that ever feeling good," I gasped. 

"Hang on, baby, just hang on." 

Jane stepped up the pace noticeably, putting more enthusiasm into her finger 
strokes, pushing forward at a brisker pace than before as my entire body 
began shaking in accompaniment with those movements. 

When the intensely searing sensations multiplied to the point where I was 
convinced I'd be shooting immediately, I decided to call a quick halt to the 
action. 

".'Stop, baby," I gasped desperately. "Stop so I can get my clothes off and 
get in bed with you girls. I can't take much more of this action. I'm too 
far gone." 

She immediately paid deference to my wishes, ceasing her activities and 
flashing a lascivious little smile on her face as she looked down at my 
bulging prick, admiring her handiwork. 

"I was planning to take you just as far as I could before you popped your 
juices." 

"You succeeded," I nodded. 

Jane got back into bed, curling up next to Dodie and throwing an 
affectionate arm around her. She leaned over at one point and planted a kiss 
on Dodie's cheek. 

Then they settled back and watched me undress. The closer I got to complete 
nakedness the more pronounced the looks of anxiety became that surfaced on 
their faces. 

The fact that they were as excited as they were, succeeded only in making me 
that much more excited at the prospect of having sex with both of them. 

I pulled my pants down and stepped nimbly out of them, then pulled my shorts 
off. I reached down and stroked up and down on my penis several times. 

"Oh, is this cock ever ready for the likes of you girls," I exclaimed, 
walking toward the bed. 

"I'd love to see you fuck Dodie," Jane said excitedly. 

"How about it, Dodie?" I looked at my daughter fervently. "Do you want me to 
fuck you?" 

"Yes, and do you know where I'd like it?" she replied enthusiastically. 
"Just say the word." 

"Right up my ass. That's where I want it." 

"You want me to sodomize you?" I looked down at her, my face registering 
surprise. 

"Yes," she laughed. "What's so strange about that? I'm hardly a prude, you 
know." 

"Have you ever had it that way before?" 

"Yes, I haven't exactly been living in a vacuum." 

"You oughta have a blast doing that, dear," Jane chimed in. "After all, 
you're after me a lot of the time to do that very thing. What's wrong in 
doing it to Dodie?" 

"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised by it all. That's all." 

"You shouldn't ever let anything that we do surprise you," Jane quickly 
pointed out. 

"I guess not," I admitted. 

"Go into the bathroom and get some Vaseline, spread a little over your cock 
so it'll be a little easier to enter me, and then we're in business," my 
daughter told me gleefully. 

I was still in a state of near shock from the surprise of what I had 
observed when I burst into the bedroom, and from what my own daughter had 
casually revealed about wanting her ass fucked. 

I marched into the bathroom and picked up the Vaseline jar, then walked back 
into the bedroom. I spread it thickly over my cock as the girls watched. 

"I've got a big surprise for you while you're fucking Dodie's ass," Jane 
exclaimed. 

"I'll be looking for it," I nodded, closing the lid of the jar after I was 
through using it. 

I scooted into bed with my beautiful daughter, who accommodatingly spread 
her legs for me. I was interested in some intense preliminary activity 
before getting into the main body of the action. 

My arms slipped around her body. I pressed her body tightly, pushing it 
forward toward me. I let my lips close, then slide forward. They plunged 
ever so diligently against her lips as her entire body quivered with 
excitement. 

Our lips remained locked for the next few seconds as the passions continued 
to accelerate within both of us. Then I withdrew my lips from hers. 

I put my fingers to work diligently inside her moist box, letting them slide 
in and out with precision skill while Jane sat next to us on the bed 
watching the action. 

While the fingers of my right hand continued to comb briskly over her 
searing mound, causing her body to vibrate noticeably, I let the fingers of 
my left hand go to work earnestly on her breasts and nipples. 

Jane, as could be expected, became aroused by what she was watching happen 
between myself and Dodie. As my finger action continued she let her fingers 
work their way around her box as her body twisted and turned. Now the three 
of us were supercharged with sexual electricity. 

"Okay, shove your cock into me," Dodie finally begged. "I want it in me 
right now." 

"Hang on, baby, because here I come," I said. 

"And I'm gonna get in the act too," Jane quickly asserted, removing her 
fingers from her nest. 

I planted my fingers fervently inside her ass cheeks. It felt good to feel 
her soft, smooth yet solid skin as I prepared to plunge my dagger rod inside 
her. And now there was an added element of mystery present that was not 
there before-I was wondering what my wife Jane was planning to do, how she 
would involve herself in the act. 

I took my hot dick into my fingers, then shoved my body forward as I 
prepared to unleash my first onslaught in the direction of Dodie's hot, 
delectable ass. 

From the tightness of her lovely skin I developed a keener desire with each 
passing moment to want to fuck her. If her ass cheeks were so tight, I 
reasoned, then so would the inside of that lovely butt be tight as well. 

"Get set, baby," I warned her, "because I'm gonna be planting this stiff 
prick in you." 

"I'm ready for it," she told me anxiously. "Slip it inside me and fuck me, 
baby." 

I drove my cock forward spiritedly, letting it slide inside her hot ass as 
her body twisted back and forth. 

"Oh, it's so tight, so tight," I whispered. 

Making certain that I entered her slowly, preferring to take my time, I 
lunged forward, delivering a hot piercing stride with ever deepening impact 
inside her. 

Then Jane decided that it was time to get involved in the action. She snuck 
behind me, and as I continued driving myself forward with heightening impact 
inside Dodie's blazing ass, Jane got down on all fours, bent over, and set 
her sights on my ass. 

One of the things that no doubt attracted her to my asshole was the way I 
was twisting and shifting it as I poured the meat zealously into Dodie's 
ass. 

At first she let her fingers stroke my ass cheeks carefully several times 
while I poured the hot meat into Dodie, who was oohing and ahing my efforts. 

While I continued to bedazzle Dodie's hot ass with my spirited cock thrusts, 
Jane removed her fingers from my buns and let her tongue cut loose 
enthusiastically inside my anus. 

Her tongue was authoritative and spirited in its movements, as always. It 
found its way inside me, darting in and out within me, while my penis 
plunged in and out of Dodie. 

Now that Jane was sucking out my ass, I was receiving ever greater screwing 
impetus than before. I pushed forward with everything I could muster, 
driving my hot cock high up into her ass as her legs flailed in passionate 
appreciation of what I was doing for her. 

The pace picked up into the stage of complete symmetry, wherein Jane's 
tongue efforts coincided perfectly with my own cock thrusts inside Dodie's 
asshole. 

The pre-orgasmic itch inside me became more pronounced the higher and deeper 
I stabbed Dodie's ass. Her body instinctively rocked back and forth in tune 
with my efforts. 

"Fuck me, oh fuck me," she sighed. "Keep that dagger inside me, keep on 
fucking with everything you're worth, baby. Oh, that's it, oh are you 
spearing me, oh, does that feel good, fuck me, oh, fuck me, I love that cock 
action." 

Now I was feeling the itch all the way to my toes. It permeated my entire 
body as I continued driving myself forward. I squeezed her ass cheeks while 
my hot, probing spear was swollen with excitement, surging ever forward 
inside her. 

"Drive it in me," she called, now with a measure of desperation in her tone 
as she was eager to sample my juice inside her ass. "Keep that spear poking 
me, my dear, fuck me, oh, that's it, drive it into me, drive it hard, drive 
it all the way in me, oh, that's it, it's in there, yes, it is." 

As I gripped her ass cheeks ever tighter and drove my cock into her with 
every ounce of passion I possessed, Jane continued picking up the tempo, 
causing my ass to ignite with excitement as she sucked me for all she was 
worth. 

"Hang on a little longer, baby," I grunted a final warning to beautiful 
Dodie, "because I'm gonna stab the absolute hell out of you with my cock." 

"Do it, do it, I want it." 

"Oh, I love the action," I nodded. "Keep on rotating those groovy hips of 
yours. Yes, I like that action, you're driving me closer to the brink, 
honey." 

I decided that it would provide valuable added impetus and sensation to my 
fuck by kissing her while I was grinding out the final stages of my screw. 

I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips that caused her to let out a 
gasp of erotic delight. Then I opened my mouth and let my tongue slip inside 
her mouth. 

While our tongues collided with unbridled passion I continued diligently 
applying the meat inside her body, which trembled with vibrations of 
excitement. 

My cock thrusting continued, I kept grinding my tongue around inside Dodie's 
hot mouth, and Jane's energetic tongue continued circulating inside my ass. 

I grunted several more times, reared back, and flung my penis forward 
excitedly. My body was sweating with passion and trembling from the acute 
need of ridding myself of my juices. 

While our tongues continued splashing against each other I felt a fantastic 
itching feeling, which could mean only one thing, that my hot cock was 
finally ready to deposit my juices inside her tight, ever eager ass. 

My entire body trembled as the warm juice began spurting out of the end of 
my prick, flowing voluminously high inside her ass as her legs kicked. 

At that point she orgasmed as well, and while both of us were depositing our 
juices Jane continued sucking my ass out. 

I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and pulled my prick out of her ass, 
feeling a tremendous sense of relief after the culmination of a great fuck. 

"That's what I call a great threesome," Jane said when we got finished. 

"You sure helped out with that convincing ass suck," I said. 

"I guess she did," Dodie nodded. "You know, he really picked up after you 
started licking him, Mom." 

"Do you know how you could do your mother a favor, baby?" Jane looked fondly 
at her daughter. 

"How's that?" 

"You can go down on your mother's pussy. I got pretty excited with all that 
activity going on, and I could use you to get me off." 

"I'll go down on you," I immediately offered, focusing my eyes on her 
gorgeous body. 

"Thank you, my dear, but I'd like to have my daughter do it. You'd get a 
boot out of watching us go to it. And besides, I've never had my little girl 
suck my cunt." 

"Okay, I'll do it," Dodie nodded. 

I could see from the hellfire looks they both exuded as they looked at each 
other that they were turned on by each other once more. I got up from the 
bed and decided to stand right next to it, assuring myself of another 
ringside view. 

As they leaned forward and kissed, I observed Jane cup her fingers 
diligently around Dodie's breasts. My cock got hard once more, and before I 
knew it my fingers were sliding up and down the base of it as the girls got 
set to go further. 

Following a series of breathtaking kisses they wound up positioned across 
from each other. Their tongues went to work busily on each other's furry 
mound as I placed my fingers firmly on my cock and ran them up and down even 
more energetically than before. 

Once more my thoughts focused back on the memorable night with Barney when I 
had derived suck kicks watching the two Mexican girls go at it. They had 
sixty-nined that evening, and this was the first female sixty-nine I had 
viewed since. 

As they sucked each other I moved well on my way toward shooting off my 
cock. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Friday was one of those days when I just plain didn't feel like going to the 
office. I was debating playing hooky on the long freeway ride in the middle 
of the morning. 

The only thing that prevented me from staying away was the realization that 
there might be some significant work to do. I knew of one appointment in 
particular for that afternoon, a shooting layout involving Elaine, my old 
friend. 

I noticed when I got into the office that the editor of the magazine was 
still gone. He had gone to San Francisco on business for several days, and 
had said that he might be back on Friday. 

When I observed that he hadn't made it back, I kicked myself for not taking 
off, as my inclinations had told me to. But then my thoughts once more 
reverted back to Elaine. She would always be worth sitting around the office 
for on a lazy day. My cock began to harden with a zestful excitement as I 
thought about her beautiful body. I wondered about the possibility of 
enticing myself into her apartment, where I could screw her at great lengths 
and take up where we both left off the last time she had been in. 

As I sat down at my desk and began fooling around with a layout idea, my 
mind still very much on things other than the work in front of me, the 
telephone rang. 

"Hello," I said unenthusiastically. 

"Art, is that you?" I immediately recognized Elaine's voice. 

"It sure is. What's going on, Elaine?" my voice picked up and attained an 
edge of enthusiasm that it hadn't been capable of attaining earlier. 

"Oh, my pussy's sore, baby, and I'm all hung out." 

"Yeah, what's the problem?" 

"Oh, my stiff-cocked agent called me up when he was half-loaded last night 
from some bar. He likes to bang me every now and then to keep our 
relationship on a friendly level. Well, he wanted to come over to my place, 
have a few drinks, and get his rocks off." 

"What did you say to that?" I chided. 

"I invited him over, naturally." 

"I'm surprised," I laughed. 

"Well, he got what he wanted both ways," she pointed out. "He helped me 
polish off a fifth of vodka, then he took me to bed and fucked me every 
which way until the wee hours of the morning. We must have done it from 
every position before we were through. He's a very inventive man, after all. 
And he stabbed my pussy so hard and often that I was as sore as hell there 
when he left, along with being drunk. Well, now I've got a king-sized 
hangover and I'd really appreciate it, dear, if we could postpone our little 
appointment today until Monday. By then I not only will be ready to model 
for you, but to do anything else that you have in mind." 

"That sounds pretty good. Sure, that would be fine with me. We'll set it up 
for Monday at two in the afternoon. Is that acceptable to you, baby?" 

"That sounds just great. I'll see you then, and have a nice weekend." 

"You do the same. Bye now." 

I hung up the phone and asked myself whether it would be worth sticking 
around the office at all for the rest of the day. My boss wasn't there, and 
there was nothing pressing that had to be done. 

I finally reached a decision. There was no need for me to stick around, 
therefore why should I? I decided to get the hell out of that office and 
spend the day someplace else. A thought dawned on me. I decided it might be 
a great idea to play a round of golf. 

As I kicked the idea around in my brain, a second idea flashed inside me. I 
wondered if my friend Bob Jones, who belonged to the same country club I 
did, and golfed with me often, would want to play. 

I thumbed through the little black book in my desk that contained the phone 
numbers of my friends and business acquaintances. I ran my fingers over the 
J's, ultimately stumbling on Bob Jones' office number. He had his own law 
practice in downtown Los Angeles, just a few blocks, in fact from my office, 
specializing primarily in divorce cases. 

I rang his number and got his secretary, who immediately transferred me to 
Bob. 

Bob, how you doing?" I began. 

"Art, haven't seen you in awhile. What's been happening?" 

"Ah, mostly the same old rat race. Listen, I was just wondering. Are you 
busy today?" 

"No, I just got back from court handing a dissolution. As a matter-of-fact, 
I don't have anymore appointments for today. I was just getting ready to cut 
out of here." 

"Then I'm glad I called when I did. I was hoping that you might be in that 
position, because that's where I stand. How'd you like to meet at the 
country club, have lunch together, play eighteen holes of golf and maybe 
have a few drinks?" 

"You know, that sounds just great." 

"Good. When can I meet you over there?" 

"I'm on my way." 

"Good, see you at the bar. We might as well have a drink before lunch, old 
buddy." 

"Might as well. See you then." 

A feeling of joy circulated through my whole body as I hung up the phone, 
then jumped up spiritedly from my desk. I would be away from the ordeal of 
the office and on the links, enjoying a brisk round of golf with Bob. 

I stopped by the dark room long enough to inform Barney that Elaine wouldn't 
be in, and that her appointment had been rescheduled for Monday afternoon. 

Then I was on my way, getting into my car and heading out toward the Valley. 
There wasn't much traffic at that hour of the day, and I felt free as a bird 
for the first time that day as I drove toward my destination, happy that I 
wouldn't be bogged down by anymore work for the time being. 

Bob beat me by a few minutes, and was already having a drink at the bar by 
the time I arrived. I immediately ordered a Scotch on the rocks and we 
chatted casually for a few minutes. Bob lived just a couple blocks away from 
me, and his daughter Laura was a classmate and good friend of my daughter 
Dodie. 

We finished our drinks quickly and headed for the links. It was a bright, 
sunny day and I was more in the mood for a good game in golf than I had been 
in weeks. Bob and I were evenly matched, and we brought out the best in 
competition for each other. 

By the time we reached the third hole we had both worked up a good sweat, 
and the game was proceeding in a nip-and-tuck manner. As was the usual case 
when we played, things were not usually decided until the final few holes. 

This time we were tied going into the final hole. 

"Well, this is it," Bob smiled as he prepared to tee off. 

He slammed the ball into the hole in three strokes, one under par for the 
hole. I was about ten feet from the pin, sizing up my shot in hopes of 
obtaining a three on the hole, which would have tied us and forced us into a 
sudden death. 

I took careful aim, then tapped club against ball, hunching over and 
watching carefully as the white ball, with the warm Valley sunshine 
glimmering radiantly against it, made its way along the green grass toward 
the hole. 

From the moment that club made contact with ball I knew that it would be a 
close shave either way. Either I would make it or barely miss, I surmised. 

Much to my dismay, the ball hooked at the last instant and scooted just 
beyond the hole, stopping a scant three inches away. 

"Oh, damn," I shook my head disgustedly, slamming my club against the gound. 

Bob burst into a big smile. We both liked to win and both hated to lose. Bob 
had won this one by the skin of his teeth. 

Once I recoveeed my composure I moved toward the hole, taking my last shot 
and tapping the ball in easily, which left me just one stroke behind him. 

"Congratulations," I walked over to him and shook his hand warmly. 

"Thanks, pal. It was close, like always." 

"Since you won I'll buy the beers." 

"Great. You said the right thing," he wiped his hand against his sweaty 
brow. "I need a little beer to put some of the sweat back into my system 
that I lost out here." 

"I'll go along with that." 

As I sat down at the bar and ordered beers for both of us, I at first 
decried what had happened out on the course. But as time went by, and as we 
both began concentrating on our beers, the frustrations suddenly started 
passing from the scene and I started feeling a giddiness from the beer. 

After three beers I noticed that Bob was also beginning to loosen up. And as 
he loosened up he began confiding things about himself in a way that he 
normally didn't, except on those occasions when he had something to drink. 

"You know, I really passed up a good thing," Bob shook his head. "I really 
blew my big chance at the office today." 

"Yeah, what happened?" 

"Oh, this chick I got the divorce for. Wow, was she ever stacked. And 
willing, too. Several times she gave me big smiles and licked her lips. She 
was letting me know she was available and my cock was so hard I didn't know 
what to do." 

"So why didn't you fuck her?" I asked. 

"Oh, don't think I didn't want to." 

"I'm sure you did, but why didn't you do it?" 

"She was a friend of my wife's. They belong to the same club and it was 
through my wife that she got referred to me. I was afraid that she might 
open her mouth and talk about it some time if I went to bed with her. You 
know how damned erratic these women can be." 

"Yes, I do." 

"Well, here my wife's away for a week visiting her sister in Pittsburgh, so 
I've got a ready made situation. If only she didn't know my old lady I'd 
jump into the sack with her so fast it'd make your head swim." 

"You can't win them all," I said philosophically. "After all, you won your 
golf game. You've got a right to be happy about that." 

"Don't slug me when I say this, but do you know who really does a lot for 
me? What woman?" His eyes beamed as he talked. 

"No, who?" 

"Now you promise you won't get mad?" 

"Okay, I promise," I chucked, my suriosity aroused. "Out with it. Tell me 
who it is." 

"I will. Your daughter is absolutely beautiful. You don't know how many 
times I've looked at her with admiration from a distance when she was around 
the house with Laura. That girl's got a body that's absolutely out of sight. 
I hope now that you're not sore because I said that." 

"Naw," I shurgged. "I'd be a fool if I didn't think that a guy like you 
would be turned on by her. It seems like just about every guy in town, 
regardless of age, is hot for her." 

"You might not believe this," he whispered confidentially, "but I've been 
fucking Laura since her mother left on this trip. That girl has been tearing 
me up in bed." 

"I'd believe it," I told him, "because I've been fucking my daughter too." 

"No kidding? You're not putting me on?" 

"I'm not. I fucked her just the other day and enjoyed it." 

"You know, Dodie and Laura have just gotta be the two most gorgeous girls in 
their class. They're the two varsity football cheerleaders, and whenever 
there's a queen contest of any kind one or the other of them wins hands 
down." 

"We've both got a lot to be proud of," I nodded. 

"Listen, Art, I don't know how bold you are when it comes to sex. Well, come 
to think of it, now I do have an idea of how bold you can get, which is fine 
with me. Anyhow, how would you like to come over to my place with me. Maybe 
we could both get in a little action with Laura, if you're interested." 

"Interested? Hell, that black-haired beauty has had my pecker standing on 
end for a long time. Sure I'm interested." 

"There's just one favor I'd like to ask, old buddy." 

"Say it." 

"I'd like to have a shot at that tight pussy of your little girl. I've just 
gotta roll her in the hay, and if I can get that kind of chance than you're 
in as far as Laura is concerned." 

"Maybe you're jumping to premature conclusions," I told him. "After all, how 
do you know that Laura is gonna dig me?" 

"Hell, that girl levels with me," he laughed, gulping down the remainder of 
his beer. "She told me that she thought you had a lot going for you. Yeah, 
she thinks you're a pretty sexy guy and would like to go to bed with you." 

"How about that," I smiled. 

"Do you think that Dodie could go for me?" 

"I'm quite sure that she could." 

"Fine, then we'll both be in business. Well, let's get out of here and go 
over to my place." Bob eased his body up from the stool, then fastened a 
quick glance at his watch. "Yeah, she ought to be getting home from school 
anytime now. I think we'll have ourselves one hell of a time with her." 

"I'm all for that," I nodded. 

We headed for the parking lot. Looks of anticipation filled our faces as we 
contemplated our future course of action. 

It had all started when I broke down and had sex with Dodie when we were in 
San Bernardino. Since then the activity hadn't ceased, and my cock had been 
exposed to one triumphant sexual interlude after another. Now my friend Bob, 
who had talked very little about his intimate problems in the past, had told 
me bluntly that he wanted to fuck my daughter, and that I in turn could have 
his lovely Laura. 

I remained behind Bob during the ride to his place, which was located less 
than two miles from the country club. As I drove I thought about Laura, and 
recalled how cute she had looked at the local high school football games 
jumping around in a short skirt, which showed off her sensuous legs. As Bob 
had said, she and my Dodie made a pair, and when the two of them jumped up 
and down during the football games, those little skirts flying and their 
panties showing underneath, most of the boys in the stands were spending 
more time watching them than they did the football game, for which I could 
hardly blame them. 

Bob drove into his driveway and I parked on the street. I got out of the car 
and followed him into the house. 

"The little gal's car isn't here, damnit," he said disgustedly as he let me 
in. "I sure as hell hope she gets back soon. My cock's so hard that I'm 
gonna have to jack off is she doesn't make it soon." 

"Then that'll make two of us," I said. "You got me so enthused just talking 
about Laura that I'm about ready to shoot in my pants right now." 

"There is one thing we can do while we're waiting. We can have ourselves a 
little something to drink." 

He led me into the bar. I plopped down on one of the stools as he fixed us 
each a Scotch on the rocks. 

"So we're switching from beer back to the hard stuff," I quickly observed as 
he handed me the drink. 

"Why not? You might as well live dangerously. It's a lot more fun that way." 

"I suppose you're right. Cheers," I held up my glass. 

"Here's to you, Art." 

We bolted down our drinks quickly. Then Bob fixed us refills, which we also 
consumed swiftly. By then we were both beginning to feel our oats, and had 
reached the stage wherein we would keep on drinking until we dropped, or 
close to that point. 

After Bob fixed us a second refill, he took a slow sip from his glass, then 
posed a suggestion to me. 

"While we're waiting, old buddy, and to get us more into the mood, how about 
me showing us a movie. I never get around to showing stuff like this when 
the old lady's around." 

"I hope it's the kind of movie that I think it is." 

"I wouldn't insult you by showing any other kind," he threw his head back 
and laughed robustly. 

"I guess you've got a point there." 

Bob picked up the half-filled bottle of Scotch we had been quickly nursing 
along, carrying it in one hand and his glass of Scotch in the other as he 
showed me to the den, where he showed his movies. 

En route to the den he peered inside a clothes closet, digging behind a 
cluster of old garments until he located a reel of film, which he took out, 
holding it under his arm. 

"Here, I've got a free hand. I'll carry it," I volunteered. 

"Hey, you're right," he nodded, handing me the reel of film. 

We got inside the den and he immediately set up the projector. Once he 
finished putting the film inside, he shut the drapes, darkening the entire 
room. 

"Now you're gonna get quite a treat," he laughed. 

He then let the film roll. It began with a beautiful blonde lying in the 
middle of a huge heart-shaped bed. 

"Ah, look at the size of those tits," Bob exclaimed. "How do you like the 
looks of that, Art?" 

"What do you think? She looks absolutely bitchin', that's the only way to 
describe her." 

"That's the best term I can think of. And you know, this broad I got the 
divorce for today had tits just like those, firm and fully packed, just ripe 
for sucking and nibbling on." 

"I don't blame you for feeling so bad about passing her up." 

"You can say that again." 

I watched the screen with great interest and took a long sip from my drink. 
The girl began twisting her entire body in the bed, appearing restless for 
sex as she shut her eyes and allowed her hips to rotate back and forth 
sexily and permitted her tits to bounce back and forth as well. 

"Looks like she needs a good fuck," Bob exclaimed. 

"That reminds me. So do we." 

"Yeah, I wish that girl would get home." 

After spending some time flipping her body around the gorgeous blonde 
finally decided to put her fingers to work on her snowy mound, which was the 
identical blonde shade as the hair on her head. 

"Now she's getting really restless," I laughed as I took another sip from my 
drink. With that I finished my drink. I looked over at Bob and said: "Could 
I have a refill, pal?" 

"Sure thing," he picked up his bottle of Scotch and walked over to me, 
filling my glass with it. 

"That's enough to get me stinking drunk," I said. 

"Live it up, old boy," was his reply. 

The girl continued to let her fingers probe inside her mound, and as she did 
her whole body came alive anew, circulating back and forth at a feverish 
pace. 

The camera then cut away from the beautiful sight of the girl jerking 
frantically on her pussy and moved to the front of her house, where a tall, 
blonde-haired milkman with broad shoulders walked up toward the door, 
bending over and placing two bottles of milk on the porch. 

He rang the doorbell, at which point the camera panned back to the beautiful 
blonde, who ceased her masturbatory efforts long enough to call: 

"Who is it?" 

"The milkman," he replied in a loud, authoritative voice. 

"The blonde guy who's so well hung?" she questioned. 

"Yeah, I'm the guy." 

"Then come in, baby," she called enthusiastically. 

He opened the door and walked through the living room into the bedroom. His 
eyes came un-glued when he got his first look at her in the nude. 

"The guy who sticks his prick into you, baby, oughta be prosecuted for 
violating the Pure Food and Drug Act," the milkman quipped. 

"That guy couldn't be any more right," Bob declared, laughing as he slapped 
his knee. 

I took another sip from my glass as I settled back and watched all the 
developing activity. The first thing the milkman did was to tear off his 
clothes frantically, like he just couldn't wait to get in his first licks. 

Once he pulled off his shorts and showed his hard dick, the blonde looked up 
toward him and said: 

"Spare me, King Spear." 

Bob and I both burst into frantic laughter at her comment. 

He stroked his penis proudly several times, then slid into bed next to her 
as she reached out and grabbed it, running her fingers up and down it 
several times in rapid succession. 

"She's getting him all ready," Bob exclaimed. 

"With a dick like that he's gonna give her quite a fuck," I said. 

"You'd better believe it," Bob nodded. 

The blonde got set to go to work as the milkman's legs squirmed from the 
passion she imparted into his cock and balls with her fingers. 

She finally let go, letting the milkman control the action, which he was 
more than happy to do. The milkman ran his fingers tantalizingly against her 
pussy briskly for the next few minutes as she gasped and sighed with every 
movement he put forward. 

Once more those voluptuous hips began rotating speedily as her pussy 
received diligent finger attention. 

He kept it up until deciding that it was time to press on to other matters. 
The milkman began by forcing his tongue inside her mouth and Frenching 
passionately with her. 

As tongue slid against tongue, creating wildly passionate friction, the 
tempo heated up dramatically. When the milkman ultimately freed his tongue 
from her mouth he let his tongue slip inside her left ear, which he sucked 
on. 

He continued to suck for several intense strokes, then nibbled skillfully on 
the outer portion of her ear as the blonde lay back and enjoyed every bit of 
action. The milkman then dramatically switched his efforts to her other ear, 
repeating the same process he had followed previously. 

"The guy's getting her good and warm all right," Bob said. 

"That he is. And wait until he puts that cock to work." 

"He's saving the best for last." 

"Yeah, most intelligent studs do." 

Once he got through with providing her ears with attention he dropped his 
tongue down between her breasts, licking between them while her hips began 
rotating faster than before. After he satisfied himself with efforts between 
her breasts he put his tongue to work on her left tit, stroking in a rapid 
up and down manner, making certain that the sufficiently covered her breast. 

Then he began nibbling on her nipple at an effective pace, continuing to 
generate steam inside her with every stroke. The tongue moved swiftly and 
frantically, driving at top speed. 

He then switched off and provided the same kind of attention to the other 
tit, after which his tongue dropped down to her thighs. 

The milkman went diligently to work sucking the insides of her hot thighs, 
which caused her ass to twist and turn. The camera moved in for a dramatic 
close-up of the tongue making contact with her smooth, creamy skin. 

"Damned but I'd like to fuck her," I said, taking another sip from my glass, 
getting more and more stoned out with every succeeding sip as I watched 
events unfold on the screen. 

"Relax, 'cause you're gonna get to fuck Laura," Bob casually assured me. 

"That is if she shows up," I said impatiently. 

"Have faith, old boy. She oughta be along any time soon." 

"You said she'd be here when we got back from the country club." 

"Yeah, I was wrong then, but she oughta make it. Let's wait and see." 

The milkman used his long tongue intelligently, licking and nibbling on the 
insides of the gorgeous blonde's thighs until he was on the verge of driving 
her out of her mind with sensuality. 

He then ceased on his opportunity while she was good and hot by moving his 
tongue up against her mound. After licking on it several times he pressed 
his lips against her triangle. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she gasped. 

Her encouraging words stimulated him all the more as he removed his lips 
from her box and put his tongue back to work on her moist slit. He went to 
work at a devastating clip, letting his tongue circulate freely and 
passionately around her moist slit. 

"Oh, baby, can you ever wield that tongue of yours," she exclaimed with a 
passionate sigh. 

The camera panned in closely on her cunt, observing every moist hair as his 
tongue continued penetrating inside it. At that time I got so hor-ney 
watching the action that I was on the verge of promptly shooting my juice. 

Her body wiggled as his tongue manipulated itself passionately, driving at a 
frantastic clips as he pushed her ever closer toward shooting oft her stuff. 

To provide her with extra satisfaction the milkman took the index finger of 
his right hand and rammed it high up into her asshole, causing her to 
immediately jerk her body forward in direct impulse to the action he 
supplied. 

He began to coordiante his tongue thrusts with his finger movements as he 
stepped up the action, ever eager to get her to shoot her juices, which he 
desired to swallow. 

Back and forth the tongue would thrust, while the finger continued to lodge 
itself fervently high inside her ass. 

Then she finally unleashed her load, which the camera picked up as he licked 
her slit completely dry. She let out a loud gasp as the juice flew, and he 
thrust his fingers high up into her ass one more time for good measure. 

"Now I'm gonna get my cock off," the milkman looked down at her passionately 
and exclaimed. 

"How are you gonna do it?" 

"I'd rather show than tell." 

"That's a good answer," Bob burst into laughter. 

I watched with keen interest as the milkman thrust his huge body forward. 
The blonde continued lying on her back, looking up at him with great 
curiosity, wondering what future course of action he had in store for her. 

The camera panned in for a close-up of his smooth swollen cock, which was 
ready for action. The milkman moved his body forward until his big dick was 
resting just above the blonde's head. 

"I'm gonna give you the throat fuck of your life," he said. 

"Now we're gonna really see something," Bob told me. 

I took another long sip from my glass, and observed Bob doing the same 
thing, as the milkman dropped his athletic body slowly, letting his cock 
move downward toward the girl's mouth. 

He let just a little bit of cock slip into her at a time, preferring to keep 
the action at a low key in its early stages. She opened her mouth with eager 
anticipation, awaiting further developements as he slipped the meat little 
by little into her mouth. 

When he saw how eager she was to get to suck on his entire instrument he 
finally shoved more cock into her mouth, rotating his hips and flipping his 
body resolutely as he drove cock into her. 

I got hot watching him work his meat ever more deeply and with accelerating 
rapidity as she received him. With bulldog tenacity he continued thrusting 
as her mouth caught his energetic strokes. 

By then she was his helpless victim as he put her through a rigorous throat 
fuck. I finished the rest of the Scotch in my glass. By that time I was 
getting drowsy from all that I had had to drink, but surely not to the point 
at which I was willing to stop watching the sight on the screen. I was still 
hot, even if I might have been affected by the booze I had sampled. 

The milkman continued feeding her his hot cock, until it was finally all in 
there, doing everything short of gagging her as he rocked his body back and 
forth impatiently, eager to shoot off his rocks in her mouth. 

"Get ready, baby," he finally announced. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, this is it, 
heeeerrrrreeeee I gggggggoooooooooo." 

The camera once more moved in for a close-up as the voluminous flow of white 
juice shot out of the end of his stick, driving into her mouth. 

Then the words HAPPY ENDING flashed on the screen and the movie came to a 
dramatic close. 

"How'd you like that?" Bob got up from his chair and staggered over to the 
projector, shutting it off. It looked like he was as stoned as I was if not 
even more. 

"That's the kind of film I like to watch." 

"I'll just bet you do. I'm in the same boat." 

"I just wish that daughter of yours would get home," I said, this time with 
a tone of greater impatience than before. 

"Sorry about that, but we can always have another drink." 

"I guess we can," I nodded. 

Then he poured my glass full of Scotch once more. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

We sat around the den, conscientiously finishing off the bottle of Scotch 
and conversing. Even though I was very drunk, my cock remained rigid and my 
impatience continued to grow more pronouncedly. 

Finally we heard the sound of somebody opening the door. Then we heard a few 
giggles, along with footsteps. 

"This is it," Bob looked at me and nodded. "Laura's back. It must be her. 
Let's go on out and greet her." 

"I'm with you," I said emphatically, running my fingers suggestively over my 
trousers, pushing against the outline of my hard dick. 

We walked into the living room, where we discovered not only Laura, my 
object of interest, but Dodie as well. They never looked more beautiful 
wearing short dresses that enabled us to get ample looks at their trim legs. 

"Hello, girls," Bob grinned childishly, obviously showing his drinks. 

"Hi," they said together, then turning and smiling knowingly at each other. 

"I see you men have been doing quite a bit of drinking," Laura quickly 
observed. 

"Whatever caused you to say that?" I asked, strictly in jest. 

"We just guessed it," Dodie quipped. 

"We'd like to have something to drink with you," Laura exclaimed, looking at 
her father all the while. 

"What caused you girls to get back so late?" Bob asked." 

"There was a baseball game at school that we watched." 

"I thought you girls both went in more for football," I said. 

"We do," Dodie conceded, "but there was a special reason why we went to the 
baseball game." 

"And what the hell would that be?" I asked. 

"It just so happens that we know the star pitcher on the team intimately," 
Laura said. "We really dig sucking his cock, and he would have been furious 
if we hadn't shown the consideration of going to watch him pitch." 

"Speaking of sex, Art and I would like to take both of you to bed," Bob said 
calmly. 

"You mean I finally get to fuck with Art, after all this time?" Laura looked 
at her father, beaming with delight. 

"I never knew that you were such an admirer of mine," I smiled, happy to 
find her as willing as she apparently was. 

"I've been a secret admirer of yours for quite some time," she said. 

"Good, then the feeling's mutual," I shot back. 

"But we'd also like to have something to drink before we entertain you 
guys," Dodie said. 

"Okay, consider it done," Bob said. Then he walked over toward the bar. 
"We're all out of Scotch. Art and I polished off a full bottle. How's about 
some bourbon, girls?" 

"Fine, just as long as it's wet and has got a kick," Laura asserted. 

"It'll satisfy you on both of those counts," Bob assured. Then he turned 
toward me and said: "That okay with you, Art?" 

"Perfect with me." 

I watched Bob carefully as he fixed the drinks. He poured straight shots of 
bourbon, giving himself and myself less liquor than he poured into the 
glasses of the girls. 

The girls belted down their drinks quickly. There was a lot of booze in 
their glasses, and I noticed an immediate reaction on the part of both of 
them. They were loosening up fast and doing a lot of laughing as they sat on 
the huge living room sofa. 

Eventually Bob and I decided it was time for us to move in on a 
prospectively good thing and take advantage of it. He scooted right next to 
Dodie while I took a seat next to Laura, who flashed an immediate 
affectionate smile in my direction. 

"Hello, handsome," she cooed, which caused my cock to harden even more than 
before. "Hi, beautiful." 

Out of the corner of my eye I observed Bob letting his fingers find their 
way inside the upper part of Dodie's dress. Then he went to work playing 
with her breasts while she giggled and ran her fingers affectionately 
through his hair. 

I decided thereupon to go to work on my own, running my fingers eagerly 
finding their way toward hers. 

Our lips met passionately, plunging together with great zeal. I then 
withdrew my lips from hers and busied myself by running my fingers inside 
her bra, cupping them fervently over her tits. 

"Oh, that's it, give those tits some action," Laura sighed. I love that kind 
of action, baby." 

Her encouragement was all that I needed, since I was already fired up just 
by being in her presence. I squeezed her nipples as she rotated her body 
back and forth eagerly, enjoying the sensation that I vigorously supplied. 
She began to pant with enthusiasm from the attention that I put forward. 

By then my friend Bob was making out spectacularly with my daughter Dodie. 
Maybe it was just as well that I was as drunk and uninhibited as I was at 
that point, since otherwise I might have been highly offended over the 
action going on in front of me involving my own daughter. 

But everything went by that time, and, besides, I had little room to 
legitimately kick since, while he was enjoying himself with Dodie, I was 
doing the same with Laura. 

"Say, folks, why don't we adjourn to the bedroom and get undressed," Bob 
suddenly suggested. "That way we can really tear each other up, and do it in 
the right way." 

"I'll second that," Laura smiled, reaching down toward my pants and rubbing 
her fingers against the outline of my cock, until I had to gasp with 
exhilaration. 

"You do much more of that, dear, and I'll be shooting before we even get a 
chance to fuck." 

"Then I guess I'd better stop," she nodded, suddenly removing her fingers 
from my dick. 

We got up and walked, or maybe half-staggered would be a more accurate term 
to use, into the bedroom. 

The first thing we did when we got inside the bedroom was to grab ahold of 
the girls and kiss them, curling our fingers tightly around their waists. I 
held my breath as my lips plunged delightedly against those of beautiful 
Laura. She was holding her breath as well, and we made sure our lips locked 
for several intense seconds before I broke our kiss. 

I slipped my fingers inside her dress and bra, squeezing her nipples gently 
as my tongue worked its way swiftly inside her mouth. It was great to feel 
her saliva as our tongues wrapped passionately. My breathing and pulse both 
accelerated noticeably as our tongues pressed together fervently. 

As I withdrew my hot tongue from her mouth I noticed that Bob was already 
moving his itchy fingers quickly around Dodie's dress as he prepared to 
undress her. 

"Take it off, baby, take it all off," Dodie enthusiastically intoned. 

"That's just what I intend to do," Bob promptly replied. 

"Oh, yes, that's where it's at." 

Before I got around to doing the same thing to Laura I decided to go after 
one more kiss, so I wrapped my arms around her, thrust my lips forward 
eagerly, and let my tongue slide eagerly inside her mouth. 

"Nice, nice, nice," she swooned after I removed my tongue from her mouth. 

I then put my fingers to work devastatingly as I began pulling her dress 
off. I tugged energetically as she swooned. 

"Oh, you're acting just like a tiger," she said, "keep right on coming, keep 
coming on strong." 

Her sexy words made me all the more eager to finish the job I had started. 
She began panting and let her body flip back and forth with total freedom, 
enjoying the sensations I was more than willing to provide her. 

The determined efforts continued until I got her down to her panties and 
bra. Then with two more resolute tugs I had her naked, just the way that I 
wanted her. 

She looked so beautiful that my cock stood on end like a slab of dry cement. 
As for my heart, it was pounding inexorably at a considerably faster rhythm 
than before. 

"You're almost too beautiful to believe," I told her. 

"Oh, fuck me. Touch me. Do anything you want to me. Make me yours, I want 
you." 

I reached out and ran my fingers around her smooth buttocks. We created a 
beautiful form of body chemistry all our own with my efforts, and her hips 
moved rhythmically as she demonstrated by her actions how much she liked my 
movements. 

And while I was keeping myself and Laura more than busy, my good friend Bob 
was giving Dodie the works in bed. He had stripped all her clothes off by 
the time I looked in out of the corner of my eye. 

I watched as he sucked on her breasts, running his fingers up and down her 
body thoroughly. His right hand eventually ended up on her left leg as he 
let it run smoothly. 

"Oh, are you making me happy," I heard Dodie exclaim. 

Just watching them for several seconds was enough to get me further inspired 
toward constructive sexual action. I placed my hands fervently around her 
arms and guided her with swift decisive actions toward the bed. I moved my 
body and pushed her along with me, rolling over on top of the bed, with 
Laura under me. 

"It's a good thing we've got a big bed," I whispered, winking. 

"It's big enough for all four of us." 

"Oh yes, it sure is." 

I slipped the fingers of my right hand up and down her smooth, warm body 
several times. Then I deposited my lips against her left tit, which I 
kissed, then sucked. 

"Oh, that's where the action is," she exclaimed, jerking her body back and 
forth several times. 

Once more I cupped my fingers fervently around her buttocks as I let the 
momentum build gradually. As I massaged her ass cheeks and kissed her lips I 
caught a look at Dodie and Bob on the bed next to us, observing their 
actions. 

By then Bob was well into the stages of thorough licking, running his tongue 
against her breasts. And while he did he allowed the fingers of his right 
hand to maneuver energetically inside Dodie's moist nest as her legs 
trembled. 

I decided after observing Bob's inspiring example to put my own fingers to 
work inside Laura's snatch. I reached down and let the tips of my fingers of 
my right hand roll smoothly over her cunt. 

"Oh, that's where it's at," she nodded, "I like that, baby, keep it up, oh, 
what a massage." 

I stepped up the pace of my movements, making my finger efforts more brisk 
than before. And while the fingers of my right hand worked on her cunt the 
fingers of my left hand pried around her breasts. 

Once my fingers began to feel the moistness of her snatch I was inspired to 
become even more intimate with her. 

Her legs began to sway back and forth like a palm tree being affected by a 
brisk wind. Seeing that gorgeous and graceful body in movement caused me to 
step up the pace of my finger exercises all the more noticeably. I thrust my 
lips forward once again and kissed Laura's lips with more explosive force 
than before. 

"Oh, I'm getting so hot down there, so very hot," she gasped as I continued 
working her over with my fingers. 

"I'll do something about that," I told her confidently. 

I proceeded to do something about it right then and there, letting my head 
lower dramatically until it was resting squarely between her ligs, picking 
up the scent of her gloriously moist and electrically alive cunt. 

My first move was to kiss her pussy, which caused her body to vibrate back 
and forth sharply. 

"Oh, that kiss felt so good, I'm like, well everything's like steam down 
there, baby," she exclaimed, aghast over the intense sexual action that I 
was providing. "Hang in there, kiss me again, get me even warmer, keep it up 
'till I'm breathing fire. I love it, I love this action, oh do I love it." 

She wasn't about to get me to stop by that time. I was just getting used to 
her sexually, and I loved the passionate manner in which she completely let 
herself go under the stimulating movements which I was more than happy to 
provide. 

My fingers worked their way around her buttocks, squeezing and manipulating 
as I kept her hot on that front from my brisk body contact with her. As for 
that fiery cunt which continued begging for attention, I was right on as far 
as that was concerned as well. 

I decided to deliver a series of quick kisses to her snatch, figuring that 
I'd leave her in a state of erotic delirium. That was precisely what 
happened as she gasped and writhed, letting her legs tremble as I stepped up 
the pace. 

"It won't be long before I'll be shooting," she remarked. "You're burning me 
up down there, my cunt's like a furnace, baby, it really is, keep it up." 

I figured that the time was ripe at that point to switch my line of attack, 
so I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide against her box. My first few 
movements were slow and deliberate as I let things build. In the meantime I 
was learning to find my own way around that lovely snatch that I was 
becoming so quickly addicted to. 

I let my fingers move up from her buttocks to her breasts, and I let the 
fingers roll gracefully over those smooth, warm, ripe tits as my tongue 
continued to provide her warm box with attention. 

The longer I sucked the faster I began to go as I timed my movements with 
intentional deliberateness. The piercing tongue strides accelerated as I 
pushed forward determinedly. Already I was able to taste the delicious 
womanly nectars from her slit. 

"I want it, I want it, I want it," she gasped. Now there was a tone of 
mounting desperation in her voice as the enthusiasm mounted. She wanted me 
to have her as badly as I wanted her. 

My fingers continued energetically gliding around her breasts as my tongue 
kept sliding around in her box. It gave me extra stimulation and spurred me 
on all the more to have those fingers working their way around her tits as I 
sucked her. 

"Suck, suck, suck," she gasped loudly. 

By then her body was trembling and sweating as she prepared to unleash a 
voluminous load of juice inside me. I squeezed her nipples several times, 
evoking loud gasps and more noticeable spasming in the legs, as I continued 
sucking. 

"Get ready," she finally warned. 

Her warning touched off one final spurt of oral creativity as I spun my 
tongue eagerly around her wet quim. All the while she swooned and swayed, 
getting ready to shoot. 

"Oh, that's it," she gasped. Then she uttered one final plea: "Suck me, suck 
it all out, oh, oh, that's it, oh, baby, oh, I'm just about there, keep 
twirling that beautiful tongue, keep sucking me, keep it up, oh, oh, oh, 
ooooohhhhhhhhh." 

With expectant mouth, I gobbled her up like a man who had been dying of 
thirst. 

"Oh, that was so nice," she nodded complimentarily after I finished the 
suck. By then I was sweating just about as much as she was from the brisk 
activity I had been through. 

"Yes, you were nice," I said. 

At that point, as we lay there resting, with my right arm thrown over her 
shoulder affectionately, we looked over on the other side of the bed and 
observed what was going on between Bob and Dodie. By that time Dodie was 
going down on Bob's cock, exercising a skilled degree of professionalism in 
her movements. Bob was sitting on his ass with his legs comfortably spread. 
As he sat there looking as contented as could be, my lovely little daughter 
was letting her tongue pump up and down over his dick while she let her 
fingers manipulate themselves smoothly over his hot balls. 

"Bob, looks like you're getting quite a suck," I said. 

"Oh, this girl of yours really knows how to give a hose job," he exclaimed 
with a smile. 

"Boy, Dodie's just great," Laura said. 

"How about you giving me that kind of action?" I quickly suggested to Laura. 
"I'd love to." 

"I'm ready to start anytime that you are." 

"Now's as good a time as any," she briskly informed me. 

She then went to work with her fingers on my balls, running them with smooth 
eagerness as she stepped up the pace dramatically, beginning oh so slowly, 
and rapidly working her way forward. 

She kept up the ball massaging for a long time, preferring to get me worked 
into the mood slowly. My whole body came alive with excitement under her 
skillful finger manipulation, sending waves of spirited enthusiasm bristling 
into my entire body. 

It was a warm tickling sensation unlike anything you'd be willing to 
believe. Those fingers flew with just the right degree of speed and 
efficient skill as they circulated around my balls while my legs moved from 
side to side and spasmed dramatically. 

"Your finger prowess is something unbelievable," I told her. 

"I'm out to make you happy, lover." 

"Oh, you are, you are. Oh, are those balls tickling. Oh, are you ever 
providing the sensation. Step it up, oh, step it up, I want it, I want those 
movements. I really want them." 

My active encouragement naturally encouraged her all the more, since she was 
seeking to make me as happy as she knew how. Those fingers continued to 
squeeze my scrotum gingerly and I could feel the tingle throughout my whole 
body. I felt gloriously alive under the stimulating impulse of her 
movements. 

She kept up the ball massaging until she noticed that my legs were trembling 
considerably faster than before and that my breathing had become 
significantly heavier. 

"Now I think I'll suck you," she smiled. 

"Oh, I can feel your graceful tongue already." 

"And I can feel your warm dick." 

She dropped her head and let the end of her tongue lick ever so carefully 
the nub end of my cock. She slid her tongue around it teasingly, causing my 
entire phallus to dramatically catch fire under the stimulus of her tongue 
momentum. 

"Oh, that's it, now you're really drilling me," I shouted out immediate 
encouragement. 

Then she decided to provide me with two stimulating movements at the same 
time. Laura went back to massaging my balls diligently with her fingers, and 
while that activity was in full swing she let her tongue movements extend to 
the entire base of my prick. 

She lengthened her tongue efforts and intensified her flaming finger 
movements as the pace continued. My body began rocking back and forth, 
meeting her own tongue thrusts on my cock with forward bodily movements of 
my own. 

I looked over next to us on the bed, observing Dodie putting a thoroughly 
captivated Bob through the final paces of sucking. By then Bob was lying on 
his back, kicking his legs back and forth as her head bobbed up and down 
while she sucked him. 

He was sputtering and gasping, and his face was as red as a beet, as she 
drew him into the very last stages of the suck, the point at which she would 
be shooting his juices. 

"Just a few more sucks," he gasped, "just suck me a few more times and I'll 
be there." 

Diligently Dodie pushed forward, sucking his cock as intensely as she knew 
how, while he lay back and sighed, awaiting the final big orgasm that they 
had been building toward. 

Then I finally saw the sea of white come pouring out of the end of Bob's 
dick as his legs shook dramatically and he let out a lengthy sigh. He closed 
his eyes and concentrated on the splendid orgasmic relief his whole body was 
feeling as the cum spurted juicily out and into the waiting mouth of Dodie. 

I was proud of the way that she wielded her tongue. With all that she had 
going for her she would be able to please even the most particular of men. 

No more than just a few days earlier, I would have been furious to even 
contemplate the thought of her giving such a nifty cock suck to my friend 
Bob, or practically any other man, particularly one old enough to be her 
father. 

Of course, that was before I fucked her myself. It seemed like that one 
incident, the uninhibited act of admitting my passionate attraction for my 
teen-age daughter and following through with those sexy impulses, were 
introducing sweeping changes into my whole life. 

I got more hot than I had been before after observing Dodie do such a 
thorough job on Bob's cock, and now I was more eager than ever to get my 
rocks off. 

I reached forward and ran my fingers through Laura's hair to give her all 
the extra encouragement she needed as she sucked on my hot dick. The longer 
I ran my fingers through her hair the faster that she stepped up the pace of 
her sucking. 

"Oh, I want it," I sighed, "keep on licking me, suck me, I need your hot 
suck, yes I do." 

My words, along with my stimulating finger movements through her hair, made 
her see the light. She put forth a blistering pace as she went to work on my 
cock, running her fingers over my balls feverishly as her tongue raced up 
and down the huge base of my dick. 

"Oh, hang on, this is it," I gasped. 

At that point a voluminous sea of cum spilled out of the end of my dick and 
into her waiting mouth. She slurped impassionedly, eager to catch every 
sparkling drop. 

As I began to shoot and that tingling feeling that always accompanies orgasm 
circulated through my whole body I noticed that Dodie and Bob were watching 
us. 

When we finished, after Laura had received her kicks by taking in all of my 
juice, she looked over at Dodie: 

"You know, my tongue's really tuned up now." 

"So is mine," Dodie nodded. 

"Now that we sucked the boys off, why don't we put on a nifty sucking show 
for them on our own." 

"You know, I was thinking the same thing." 

"Just what is it that you two girls have in mind?" Bob queried. 

"Oh, you guys will both see soon enough," Dodie winked at him. 

"Just give us plenty of room, be patient, and you'll enjoy what we do." 

Laura scooted next to Dodie, and next thing I knew they were caressing. They 
looked every bit as stunning as Dodie and Jane had when they made it 
together. 

Although I was naturally surprised to observe that Dodie and Laura were 
drawn to each other, I shouldn't have been all that surprised by such a turn 
of events. I guess I was still the fatherly square up to a certain point, 
and had been blinded from recognizing the obvious. 

After all, they were two beautiful girls who associated with each other 
quite a bit. And I was already aware of that fact that Dodie was willing to 
throw herself into the lesbian orbit to have sex with Jane. 

It all started with a few explosive kisses on the lips. Then they were 
Frenching, letting their tongues splash excitedly. As they matched each 
other stroke for stroke in the tongue department, Bob and I got up from the 
bed and stood next to it. 

Immediately our peckers thrust out with sensation. We needed some friction, 
so we put our fingers to work jerking up and down on our rigid dongs. 

As for the girls, once they broke their impassioned French kiss they went to 
work running their aroused fingers over their bodies. They ran their fingers 
over each other's breasts with stimulating movements as they went to work 
with great interest. You could tell from the way they manipulated those 
fingers how much they thought of each other. 

"Go to it, girls," Bob called out, continuing to run his fingers fervently 
around his penis. 

Once they supplied each other with scores of thrills by licking each other's 
breasts, they wound up positioning their bodies across from each other. 

At first they warmed themselves up some more for the screw that lay ahead by 
running their fingers over their buttocks with dramatic thoroughness. Back 
and forth those fingers manipulated as their asses swayed rhythmically. 

Once they got their finger work out of the way they ended up letting their 
tongues roll inside each other's anus. The tongues worked at a feverish 
clip, and those well-rounded asses were swaying back and forth to the point 
where my cock itched all the more. 

They unleashed their stimulating energies in the form of ass sucks for the 
next few minutes as the tempo continued to appreciably accelerate. Then they 
decided it was time to switch to cunt licking. 

Bob and I continued to jerk hard on our cocks in an aroused up and down 
motion as the sucking continued. Those girls were so hot for each other that 
after they shot the first time, and on target at that, they stopped just 
long enough to swallow each other's juices. Then they were back to work 
again, determined to supply each other with some more orgasms. 

About the time those asses began swaying speedily as they approached their 
second successive orgasms, Bob and I worked ourselves briskly toward climax. 

He shot a few seconds before I did, and we both spilled loads of sperm onto 
the floor. 

"I'll have to clean that up later," Bob smiled after we finished. 

As for those beautiful girls, they weren't through with their fervent 
sixty-nining until they shot three times each. 

Once they finished I decided that it was time to go home. 

"Is your car here, Dodie?" I asked. 

"Yes." 

"You sober enough to drive?" 

"I'll bet I'm more sober than you are." 

"That might well be," I laughed. 

We got dressed, then got into our separate cars and drove off. I waited to 
start up my car until I observed that Dodie was able to drive without any 
problems. I watched until she passed out of sight into the approaching 
darkness of evening. 

I deliberately made certain that she got home before me, since I didn't want 
Jane to know-where I had been, or, in particular, what I had been doing. 

I stopped at a bar on Ventura just a short dis tance from home and had one 
casual drink, biding my time and giving Dodie a chance to get home several 
minutes before me. 

Her car was in the driveway when I got back, so I decided to play things as 
coolly as I knew how. I went into the house, watching as Dodie put the 
dishes on the table for dinner. 

"Where's your brother Mike?" I asked. I had seen very little of him in the 
last few weeks. 

"Who knows," Dodie shrugged. "Does anybody ever know where he is?" 

"I guess not." 

At that point Jane walked into the dining room. 

"Hi, baby," I walked over and kissed her cheek. 

"Where've you been?" she inquired. 

"Oh, the traffic on the freeway was pretty heavy on the way back from town 
so I stopped and had a few drinks." 

"I'll bet it was just a few," she laughed. "You smell like some kind of 
distillery." 

"I lost track of the number of drinks," I shrugged. 

She looked at Dodie and they exchanged knowing smiles. 

"I'll just bet you did," Jane said, sounding a little on the sarcastic side. 

"What do you mean by that?" my eyes took both of them in. I wondered what 
was coming next. 

"Just this, baby. I'd think a lot more of you if you'd come clean when it 
comes to your very active sex life. For your information, your daughter came 
back and told me proudly how much fun she had had making it with Bob and 
Laura." 

I looked at Dodie, my lips curling in a scowl. I felt that she had 
doublecrossed me. 

"Don't get sore at her," Jane said, "get sore at yourself by acting like 
such an idiot. After all, I know all about your wild sex escapades with 
Dodie, so why should I get shook about Dodie having some fun with Bob or 
with you having some kicks with Laura?" 

"You mean you're not sore?" 

"No, except for one thing," Jane said tightly. 

"What's that?" 

"I'm sorry that I wasn't included in the action. Next time the four of you 
get involved I'd like to be a part of the action." 

"I'd always be happy to include you in an orgy I was a part of, Mom,'" Dodie 
pointed out. 

"That's very sweet of you, dear," Jane smiled. 

She then spent the next few minutes lecturing on me as to why it was so 
important to keep each other informed on what was going on in our lives, 
particularly when it came to sex. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The weekend passed by slowly and rather boringly. The only sex I had was a 
quick piece of ass from Jane Saturday night. 

By the time Sunday rolled around I began looking forward with great 
impatience to Monday afternoon, when my appointment with Elaine was 
scheduled. It was funny how all this sex activity with my daughter was 
affecting me. In the aftermath of that wild drunken sex bout at Bob's of the 
other day I started thinking about the dramatic consequences of such 
intimate involvement with my daughter, and of her intimate involvement with 
my friend Bob. 

My ultimate reaction was to want to have sex with somebody else, to escape 
from my own life and pretend that I was a freewheeling bachelor all over 
again. 

Sex with Elaine often had that reaction with me, and I thought that some 
action with her on Monday would provide me with just the vital kind of 
therapy that I definitely needed. 

The first part of Monday went slowly. My boss, Dave Kennedy, had returned 
from his San Francisco stay and was busily seeking to set his house in 
order. He called me in for several conferences during the morning, outlining 
some suggested approaches for us to follow in future magazines. 

We had lunch together at a French restaurant several doors down from our 
office building, and he unraveled some more about all that he had in store 
for subsequent publications. We both had several drinks, which loosened us 
up all the more. 

I was in a relaxed frame of mind when I went back to the office with Dave. 
There was no telling how much longer we would have sat around that table 
drinking after lunch if it hadn't been for my telling him that I had an 
appointment. 

"Who's it with?" he asked as we walked down the street toward our office 
building in the choking early afternoon smog. 

"Elaine, the model." 

"Say, no wonder you're so anxious to get back," he laughed. 

Elaine was waiting for me in my office when I returned, having arrived a few 
minutes early. 

"Say, you're the early bird, aren't you?" I quipped, smiling at her, then 
feasting my eyes on her beautiful form, as she sat with those beautiful legs 
of hers crossed. 

"Since I couldn't make it the other day I wanted to make certain I showed 
you I could be punctual." 

"Very very nice of you," I said buoyantly, letting her know how enthusiastic 
I felt. 

"I try and please my bosses." 

"You're sure pleasing this one, looking as beautiful as you do." 

"Thank you, but if you'd seen me the day that I called you, you'd have sworn 
I'd been run over by a truck." 

"I doubt that very much. It would be physically impossible for you to look 
anything but beautiful as far as I'm concerned." 

"All the same," she smiled, showing her even white teeth, "I'm just as glad 
you're seeing me today." 

"Hang on a second, honey, and I'll go see if Barney's in the dark room. Be 
back in a second," I told her. 

"Hurry back," she giggled. 

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to leave you in a room alone for very long. 
Some homey guy would come along and grab you." 

"Do you ever have a line." 

I tried the darkroom door and found it locked. Then I knocked on it. Barney 
rolled up the curtain in the window, observing me, then opening the door. 

"What's up? Is Elaine here?" he asked. "She sure is." 

"After stumbling around here developing pictures it'll be like a breath of 
fresh air fastening my eyes on that beautiful form." 

"I'm with you," I nodded. all over again. 

Sex with Elaine often had that reaction with me, and I thought that some 
action with her on Monday would provide me with just the vital kind of 
therapy that I definitely needed. 

The first part of Monday went slowly. My boss, Dave Kennedy, had returned 
from his San Francisco stay and was busily seeking to set his house in 
order. He called me in for several conferences during the morning, outlining 
some suggested approaches for us to follow in future magazines. 

We had lunch together at a French restaurant several doors down from our 
office building, and he unraveled some more about all that he had in store 
for subsequent publications. We both had several drinks, which loosened us 
up all the more. 

I was in a relaxed frame of mind when I went back to the office with Dave. 
There was no telling how much longer we would have sat around that table 
drinking after lunch if it hadn't been for my telling him that I had an 
appointment. 

"Who's it with?" he asked as we walked down the street toward our office 
building in the choking early afternoon smog. 

"Elaine, the model." 

"Say, no wonder you're so anxious to get back," he laughed. 

Elaine was waiting for me in my office when I returned, having arrived a few 
minutes early. 

"Say, you're the early bird, aren't you?" I quipped, smiling at her, then 
feasting my eyes on her beautiful form, as she sat with those beautiful legs 
of hers crossed. 

"Since I couldn't make it the other day I wanted to make certain I showed 
you I could be punctual." 

"Very very nice of you," I said buoyantly, letting her know how enthusiastic 
I felt. 

"I try and please my bosses." 

"You're sure pleasing this one, looking as beautiful as you do." 

"Thank you, but if you'd seen me the day that I called you, you'd have sworn 
I'd been run over by a truck." 

"I doubt that very much. It would be physically impossible for you to look 
anything but beautiful as far as I'm concerned." 

"All the same," she smiled, showing her even white teeth, "I'm just as glad 
you're seeing me today." 

"Hang on a second, honey, and I'll go see if Barney's in the dark room. Be 
back in a second," I told her. 

"Hurry back," she giggled. 

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to leave you in a room alone for very long. 
Some homey guy would come along and grab you." 

"Do you ever have a line." 

I tried the darkroom door and found it locked. Then I knocked on it. Barney 
rolled up the curtain in the window, observing me, then opening the door. 

"What's up? Is Elaine here?" he asked. "She sure is." 

"After stumbling around here developing pictures it'll be like a breath of 
fresh air fastening my eyes on that beautiful form." 

"I'm with you," I nodded. 

We walked back into my office and Barney kibitzed with Elaine for a few 
minutes. He was the type of guy who wouldn't think of cheating on his wife, 
but all the same he got a certain amount of subliminal thrills from 
conversing with a beautiful girl. I observed the sparkling look that crossed 
his face and the mischievous little smiles that periodically emerged as he 
talked to her. 

He then suggested that Elaine get dressed and that we then adjourn to a 
little anteroom across the hall, where he often set up layouts. We watched 
as Elaine walked toward the familiar dressing cubicle where she changed her 
clothes. 

"Put on that green gown you'll find back there," I said. 

"Yeah, she'll look absolutely gorgeous in that," Barney said, flashing his 
most impressive grin. 

As Elaine was just about ready to enter the cubicle, she turned and faced 
us. 

"Flattery will get you boys everywhere." 

"That's what we want to hear," Barney roared with laughter. 

She opened the cubicle and entered it, shutting the door behind her. 

"C'mon, let's wait in the other room," Barney urged. 

As I walked with Barney toward the room where we had everything set up, my 
thoughts drifted toward Elaine inside that cubicle. I envisioned her taking 
off her clothes and revealing that lovely form. I envisioned her stripped 
down to panties and bra, and I could see those lovely firm tits dancing 
before me and those lithe, trim legs dancing beneath me. 

Right away my cock hardened as I thought about getting her alone somewhere 
and fucking her. I could hardly keep my mind on business, and was looking 
forward to ending the shooting fast so I could make my move with Elaine. 

Barney showed me how he had everything set up, and asked for my preference 
with respect to one of several possible shooting layouts. Everything was set 
up superbly, with the room resembling the table of a nightclub, which was 
what it was supposed to resemble. 

Then Elaine came sauntering in wearing that green gown, and immediately 
froze up with excitement. 

"Wow, does she ever look great," Barney grinned from ear to ear. 

"That she does. You look absolutely spectacular." 

"You guys will lead to the ruination of me yet," Elaine laughed. "You're 
gonna spoil me with all these tributes." 

Barney instructed her where to sit down. She lowered herself into a chair 
and tilted her head in the direction Barney specified. She looked more 
elegant in that green gown than I had ever seen her, and my old cock came 
immediately unglued as I got a look at those sexy legs of hers. 

I got impatient as Barney started going through his activities. My cock and 
balls were erupting, and I felt like I just had to have Elaine as soon as 
possible.-Suddenly all the problems I was encountering at home concerning my 
daughter and myself were slowly drifting out of view. 

Barney finally finished up, after which he stuck around and talked with 
Elaine for a few-minutes. I could have strangled him at that point, as much 
as I liked Barney, since I desperately wanted Elaine all to myself. 

I recalled what she had said to me on the phone the previous Friday when she 
had begged off coming into the office. She had mentioned something about her 
willingness to give me some satisfaction on Monday if such proved my 
intention. 

Now I was ready to take her up on her offer as soon as I got the chance. I 
waited until Barney was finally finished talking, and breathed a sigh of 
relief as he walked away. 

"Well, guess I'll change," Elaine grinned, walking back into the other room 
as I followed not far behind. 

I watched that cute delectable ass winding its way promptly toward the 
dressing cubicle. She opened the curtain and let herself in as I stood a few 
feet away, my cock bulging with impatience. 

I decided to wait a few minutes, then attempt something dramatic. At what I 
considered the appropriate moment I opened the curtain and burst in on her 
unannounced. 

"What in hell are you doing?" she looked up at me with surprise. 

Elaine was just the way I had hoped to find her, totally nude and looking 
more beautiful than ever. I pulled her to me and kissed her lips longingly. 

"Damned but you look good," I exclaimed. 

"You scared me by bursting in like that. I didn't know who it was until I 
saw your face. You're lucky I didn't hit you over the head with a vase out 
of fear." 

"It'd be worth the risk for somebody like you." 

"Oh, you always make me feel so good." 

This time she was the aggressor as she shoved her body forward, letting her 
beautiful, well-formed breasts rub exotically against my chest as she kissed 
my lips. She let the lips press against mine for several tense seconds, then 
withdrew them. 

By then my pulse was pounding and my body trembling dramatically as I 
decided to take further action. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and let 
my tongue work its way energetically inside her mouth. 

Our tongues twirled and we gasped several times as the tempo continued to 
build. I was so overcome by what was happening that I let the fingers of my 
right hand travel downward toward her snatch. I moved them vigorously as 
they circled the area around her cunt while she thrust her tongue against 
mine. 

Not to be outdone, Elaine decided to do a little exploring on her own, so 
she reached down and unzipped my trousers, pulling out my dick and tyoing 
with it in her fingers. 

Finally I got so turned on that I quickly removed my tongue from her mouth. 

"Why are you stopping now, dear?" she asked in bewilderment, dropping her 
fingers from my blazing cock. 

"I don't want to shoot now. Believe it or not, I just wanted to kiss you a 
few times to get you in the mood. I was hoping to go back to your apartment 
with you for a good fuck." 

"That's fine, but I'd like to suck your cock right now." 

"Well, I must admit, it is itching me like crazy. I don't know that I could 
hold out now until I got to your place. But we'd better not make any noise 
or we might get caught." 

"Listen, I can be one of the quietest cocksuckers around," she winked. "Just 
let me at that bulging cock." 

"Okay, honey, go to it." 

I sat down in a stool, spreading my legs as she dropped down to her knees 
and lowered her head dramatically. I could tell from the way that she began 
how homey she was for my dick. 

She licked the tip of my penis several times, running her fingers around my 
balls, occasionally tugging eagerly at my scrotum. Once she tantalyzed the 
end of my dick for several seconds Elaine decided to run her tongue up and 
down the entire length of my cock, beginning with slow strokes which were 
designed to draw me out gradually, then moving sweepingly over my stick. 

"Oh, now you're moving, baby," I said, "Keep it up, keep up the sucking, 
suck me off." 

She responded to my request by moving all the faster, tugging at my balls 
with spirited energy while she let her tongue move briskly up and down the 
length of my swollen glan. 

"I want you, oh, I want it," I gasped, feeling the enormous sensations 
provided by her hot tongue running up and down eagerly over my spirited 
throbbing rod. 

My body flared back and forth restlessly as her tongue dug in and her 
fingers continued running over my scrotum. The tempo continued to accelerate 
until my prick was searing with sensation and ready to burst into her mouth. 

"Just a little while longer," I sighed. "Just a few more strokes and I'll be 
there." 

Her fingers squeezed my balls and my fingers worked their way through her 
hair as Elaine sucked with every bit of passion she had in her. Finally my 
entire body trembled and I let out a gasp: 

"Oooooohhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhh, you've got me, I'm there, oooooohhhhh, 
ooooooohhhhhhhh," I gasped. 

Elaine bent over resolutely, determined to finish the job she had begun and 
followed up on with consummate skill. I felt a tremendous satisfaction, an 
overpowering sensation of relief as the juice spilled out of me, only to be 
eaten by Elaine. 

"You see, I told you I'd bring you off," she said. 

"I never doubted that." 

"Don't ever, baby. Now when we get over to my place the first thing I want 
you to do is to suck my twat for me." 

"That will be a great pleasure." 

"Okay, so if you'll scoot out of here for a few minutes, my dear, I'll be 
dressed soon." 

I left her cubicle and mixed myself a drink at the bar, biding my time until 
she came out. Then she asked me if I would mix her a drink, which I was more 
than happy to do. 

We had two drinks each before leaving. Then, by the time I got in my car, my 
cock was already springing out in my trousers as I was anticipating the joys 
that would come to my body once I got over to Elaine's place. 

She had given me a beautiful suck job and I was more than willing to repay 
the favor. I began to anticipate how much fun it would be to run my tongue 
over that luscious moist snatch. 

I didn't say a thing to anybody when I left. After all, I had almost put in 
a full day, and had done my work. If I wanted to leave a few minutes early 
to beat some freeway traffic then, as far as I was concerned, it was 
nobody's business but my own. 

The freeway was already starting to thicken as I made sure that I stayed not 
far behind her car. I had been to her apartment only once, and that was in 
the dark. I knew that she lived somewhere in Hollywood, but was not certain 
where. 

The more I thought about that naked body, and the more I realized I would 
soon have it all to myself again, and this time without any worries 
concerning somebody breaking in on us, made me feel exhilarated. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"You know, Elaine, you're the first stark naked bartender I've ever seen," I 
told my hostess laughingly, "not to mention the most beautiful as well." 

Elaine smiled as she poured generous amounts of vodka into two" glasses, one 
for myself and one for her. She added a little orange juice, serving up 
potent screwdrivers. 

No sooner did we enter her apartment than she jumped out of her clothes, 
telling me that she felt inhibited as long as they were on. Naturally my 
cock hardened the moment I saw that seductive body on full display before 
me. My eyes shifted quickly from her tits to her snatch, and from there to 
her stunning legs. 

I was poised and ready for action, but she suggested that we have something 
to drink before we did. 

"It would help if you'd get your clothes off too," she told me. 

I took them off and we pranced into the bedroom with our drinks in hand. 
They had so much vodka in them that the first few sips were almost enough to 
knock us out. 

Once we belted down our first round, Elaine, without saying a word to me, 
grabbed my empty glass out of my hand and walked out into the other room, 
where she had left the vodka and orange juice. 

This time when she returned, Elaine carried glasses that were filled to the 
brim. 

"You sure must be anxious to get us drunk," I said. 

"Of course I am. I'm anxious to get myself drunk too. That way we'll have 
ourselves a better time. As far as I'm concerned sex never completely 
reaches its height unless you're a little smashed. Then the fun really 
begins." 

It became patently obvious how drunk she wanted to get and how fast she 
wanted to get there as she took a lengthy sip that lasted so long that for a 
while I wondered if she was planning to drink the whole damned thing in one 
swallow. 

"Whee," she threw up her head and exclaimed when she got through. 

"You look like you're well on your way." 

"I'm getting there, so come on and join me. You can get there too." 

"Okay, I'll join you." 

I lifted the glass to my lips and took a lengthy sip, immediately feeling 
the potency of its contents. Then I took a second, at which point I began 
feeling a little drowsy, but certainly not to the point at which I became 
any less aroused for sex. 

We sat there and finished our drinks. Then we looked at each other 
searchingly, contemplating future action. I walked over toward her and ran 
my fingers affectionately over her breasts as she nodded and smiled, 
enjoying the action. 

Then our lips pressed together passionately and we held them together for 
several exciting minutes. Once I withdrew my lips from hers she gave me a 
passionate look. 

"The liquor loosened you up," she said. 

"I've been loosened up from the time I first looked at you today." 

"Yeah, but I helped bring you out a little." 

"You can bring me out some more." 

"I'd love to." 

She then pushed her head determinedly forward and let her tongue work its 
way inside my mouth, where our tongues twirled with passionate intensity for 
the next few minutes. 

It was Elaine who finally broke our French kiss, removing her tongue from my 
mouth. 

"Why did you break it off? I thought we had a pretty good thing going, 
baby." 

"We did, but I want my box licked right now and I figured you'd be ready to 
give me that kind of treatment." 

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said, reaching behind her and squeezing 
her ass cheeks several times. 

"I'll just bet you are." 

She then positioned her body on top of me, winding up straddling me on all 
fours with her seductive ass perched just above my head. It was some of the 
most luscious scenery I had ever gazed on, and she was anxious to have some 
of the glorious scenery sucked. 

"You can start out by sucking out my ass," she suggested. "I'm all clean 
there, baby, I took a thorough shower before going to see you. You'll enjoy 
sucking it." 

"That'll be fine." 

I squeezed her buttocks fervently for a few minutes, then moved my head 
forward. In and out my tongue flicked as her hips swayed back and forth in 
response thereto. 

It felt great to be squeezing those tight yet smooth buttocks while I let my 
tongue work energetically on her ass. And my stimulation was enhanced by the 
sight of that lovely body hurling restlessly just above me. I worked 
enthusiastically, determined to get her as hot as I could before sucking out 
her slit. 

"Oh, I'm getting wet down there," she informed with a sigh, "yes, yes, 
you're really having an effect. Okay, now you can switch, baby, switch to my 
twat. I want it there. I want you to suck me." 

At that point I applied the brakes to my ass sucking and went to work on her 
cunt, driving myself eagerly, pushing my tongue with determination as her 
ass began swaying with more relentless energy than it had displayed before. 

"Oh, is that tongue of yours ever alive," she lauded. "Oh, keep it going, my 
love, keep on sucking, that's it, oh, I love that action, keep it moving." 

I decided to throw an extra thrill her way while I sucked out her snatch, so 
I rammed the index finger of my right hand high up into Elaine's ass. She 
let out a gasp, then began kicking unrestrainedly, overcome by the 
sensations I provided. 

"Oh, now you're really working me," she gasped, "oh, just keep it up for a 
few more strokes, just a few more strokes, oh, oh, that's it, a few more 
strokes." 

I stepped up my pace until my tongue blazed over that slippery box which 
remained my foremost target. The finger continued stabbing and probing 
around her asshole as the sucking continued. I was determined to give her 
box the treatment until it erupted inside my mouth. I wanted to taste her 
badly. 

"Just a few more strokes, keep it up," she exclaimed. 

I rammed my finger as high up into her ass as it could go, and she shook 
noticeably as she got set to shoot off her trigger. 

"Oh, hang on," she warned, "because this it is. I'm gonna explode inside 
you, oooohhhhhh." 

As I continued probing the inner crevices of her anus the dam burst and I 
got a voluminous load of juice. 

Then I finally removed my finger from her ass and she delivered a kiss of 
gratitude on my lips. 

"That's what I call a great suck. Now how'd you like me to give you a big 
surprise?" 

"What have you got in mind?" 

"I'd like to give you a golden shower." 

"You want to piss on me?" 

"Don't be so uncouth," she chided me laughingly. "Doesn't it sound a whole 
lot classier to say golden shower?" 

"I guess so, but I'm basically a simple guy. Sorry." 

"Okay, so do you want my golden pee pee in your face, honey?" 

"It's been a long time since I've gone that route," I laughed. "Come to 
think of it, not since I was in college and even drunker than I am right 
now." 

"Okay, so it's high time you've had it again." 

"If you say so. "Let's give it a try." 

"I knew you were game," she patted my face affectionately. 

She got back into the same position she had assumed when I ate out her box. 
She took aim and let the warm piss trickle out of her slit and come tumbling 
down on my face. 

"Oh, it feels so good to tinkle," she laughed. "Does this ever feel great. 
That's it, take it, my love." 

I accepted the liquid drops as they came roaring toward me and pelting my 
face and body. I remembered the only other time I had had a golden shower in 
my life. It was during a college initiation rite, and even though I had been 
reluctant, drunk and all, I succumbed to pressure since I wanted to join the 
fraternity I was in line for membership in in a big way. 

Since Elaine had had a great deal to drink she had a significant load of 
urine to unleash. Some of it hit me in the face, some landed on my chest and 
stomach, and a lot of the warm fluid rolled off of me and hit the bed. 

Elaine was still acting like a gleeful little girl after she finished 
unleashing her juices. She got up from the bed and clapped her hands, 
letting a big smile cross her face. 

"I really have a lot of fun with you, no matter what we do," she said, "but 
I'd better clean the piss off of you. Just a second and I'll go get a 
towel." 

She went into the bathroom and secured a towel, "which she brought back into 
the bedroom with her. Elaine dried my face off thoroughly, then cleaned off 
the urine which had sprinkled on the bed. 

"Now everything's better," she said, putting the towel aside on the floor. 
"I've got a great idea on what I'd like to do next." 

"What's that?" 

"I'd like you to fuck me in my cunt. I need a good ride from you." 

"Just what I had in mind.'" 

"Then we agree." 

"We usually do." 

Our lips merged electrically, pressing for a long and passionate period. I 
then removed my lips from hers. A feeling of exhilaration tingled through my 
entire body. The urges swelled within me, my cock standing tall, ready for 
action. 

She flashed an impish smile and slid over on her ass, awaiting my first 
stab. But I wasn't ready to stab quite yet, deciding instead to explore 
preliminary activities lengthily before getting into the act itself. 

I decided first to tease that wet vaginal flesh by letting my lips come into 
contact with it, so I dropped my head and kissed her pussy twice in a row. 

The blissful wet contact sent chills of adventure racing through her entire 
body. I was determined to get her as aroused as I possibly could before 
plodding on to the big moment, at which I would let my devastating rod, 
which was swollen with excitement, drive inside her hot pussy. 

I then placed my hands just below her pubic mound, spreading her silky hair 
with my thumbs while her body energetically flipped back and forth. She 
writhed and squirmed from the tingling contact with the bud of her clitoris, 
spreading her thighs invitingly, providing me with an open sesame for future 
activity. 

"I'm all yours," she assured me. "Do with me whatever you want, my darling I 
love you." 

I decided to continue the foreplay by letting my fingers run with great 
inspiration over her mound as her body twisted and contorted with every 
devastating touch. 

The wild paroxysms of her twisting body were having a profound impact on me. 
Now my dick was just so hard that there was no holding it back anymore. I 
just had to put it to work on that wet, twisting, active quim. I removed my 
fingers from her cunt and shifted my body forward dramatically. When Elaine 
observed my body twisting toward her and my cock along with it she 
exclaimed: 

"Let it all hang out, baby, fuck me." 

"I love your attitude." 

"Yes, yes, give it to me." 

"Oh, I will." 

Before I let my prick formally enter her I allowed my fingers to roam freely 
over her tits and stomach. I loved the positive vibration I always received 
from intimate contact with that smooth, warm skin, which was so firm to the 
touch. 

"C'mon and fuck me," she said with greater impatience than before, 
indicating just how badly she wanted action at that point. 

"That's what I'm here for." 

"Do it, do it, oh, do it." 

"Hang on, doll. I won't let you down." 

"Grind that big prick inside me. I wanna feel it." 

"Oh, does it want to feel you." 

She reached out and grabbed ahold of my cock, running her fingers up and 
down it several times to enhance my already excited state. With every touch 
from her fingers I became all the more anxious, and the itchy became all the 
more pronounced. I felt tingling sensations all the way to my toes as I got 
ready to enter her. 

Elaine slid her body forward ever so slightly, making certain that she had 
the best possible position as she awaited my first manly advance. I wanted 
her and she knew it, and was doing all that she could to draw me out, 
realizing that the hotter I was the better the fuck that I was likely to 
give her. 

I slapped her buttocks several times, enjoying the ringing sound of skin 
against skin.'I noticed a slight redness surfacing on her buttocks after I 
finished slapping them. 

"Get ready, baby," I warned. "Oh, put it in me. I'm burning up. I want you 
in me." 

I decided that I would provide her with one last impactful tongue kiss 
before pushing forward with my cock thrust, so I let my tongue slip inside 
her mouth, letting it flip casually and with erotic fascination against 
Elaine's tongue. 

When I released my tongue, I shoved my stiff dick forward, letting it slowly 
enter her wet vagina nest as she let out a murmur. Then her body seemed to 
dramatically relax as she let me take things into my own hands, or perhaps 
my own cock would be a more appropriate term to use, as I thrust my dick 
diligently forward. 

"Ah, now you're in me, just what I was dreaming about," she sighed, letting 
her body twist back and forth. 

"Damned but you're tight." 

"Yeah, I don't do it with just any man." 

"I'm glad you've saved some fucks for me along the way." 

"Always, I like your style." 

I let my fingers toy with her nipples as my prick pushed forward, commencing 
its onslaught. I grunted and let my body push on, thrusting ever harder, 
more diligently, with greater emphasis with each succeeding cock stab. 

Not only was I eager to make Elaine mine, but I was eager to make her mine 
in my own way. I continued tweaking her nipples as the stabs became more 
powerful, penetrating ever deeper inside that wet vaginal well. Her whole 
body was beginning to come unglued over the blazing passions that I expended 
with my steady back and forth movements. 

"Keep the heat on me, I want your fuck," she gasped. 

"Oh, am I gonna give it to you, you're so tight, so tight, I just love this 
movement, oh, oh." 

While my piercing prick continued stabbing her relentlessly, driving into 
her deeper and deeper, I moved my lips forward and let them crush 
enthusiastically against her lips. 

She reacted sharply and positively to my kissing overtures as her body began 
moving even faster than before, flaring back and forth as I hammered my meat 
into her with rapidity. 

"Oh, you're really drilling me," she exclaimed, "keep that prick moving, 
keep it darting into me." 

My cock was swelling with excitement, and the anxiety began accelerating 
within me to get my cock off in her box. I continued lifting my penis, 
drilling it into her as she shoved her body forward to meet my charging 
efforts. 

As I reached the final stages of my screw, the point at which I realized 
that an explosion was imminent, I placed my fingers around her buttocks and 
hung on tenaciously, delivering darting stabs into her wet snatch. 

"Oh, this time I'm getting ready to go," she gasped. 

"So am I." 

"Let's make it together, baby." 

"Yes, yes, that's what I want." 

"Keep stabbing, keep driving." Hang on, oh but you're tight." 

"Kiss me, baby, let me feel those lips. I want them on me when we're both 
shooting." 

I plunged my head forward and let my lips meet hers in midair as the intense 
drilling continued. Then I felt that overpowering itch, accompanied by a 
deluge of juice. At that same point she also shot. 

"This has been quite a session," I said when we had both expelled our 
juices. "We started with a blow job in my office and wound up with me 
fucking your cunt." 

"There's just one thing more I want," she said. 

"You really are a hard one to please." 

"I'm a very sexy girl," she smiled. 

"You don't have to tell me that. Your actions speak louder than your words 
ever could." 

"I want you to give me a whipped cream bath." 

"Come again," I didn't quite understand her. 

"I want you to go into the kitchen, my dear, get the whipped cream out of 
the refrigerator, then bring it back here." 

"I guess I can do that," I looked at her somewhat perplexedly as I got up 
from the bed and walked into the kitchen. 

I easily located the whipped cream, then carried the container with me back 
to the bedroom. 

"Now what do you want me to do with this?" I asked. 

"Spread it over my body, especially my pussy and tits," she told me. "Then 
you can lick the cream off of me." 

"Say, that sounds like a lot of fun," I laughed. "Sorry that I was too 
stupid to catch on to what you were proposing." 

"Don't be sorry for a thing. Just spread that whipped cream on me nice and 
thick and we'll have ourselves a real blast." 

I spread the whipped cream on her body thoroughly, then put my tongue to 
work, starting eagerly with her tits, which I sucked and nibbled on as I 
sucked up the whipped cream. 

The pace of my sucking continued to accelerate as I made certain that I got 
all of it. Then I went to work on her snatch, going to work with deliberate 
speed, sucking fervently. 

"Oh, eat it all out, eat out my juice," she gasped. 

That was just what I proceeded to do, ending our wonderful sex session at 
that point. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

I was dragging by the time that I made it home. Who could blame me, 
considering all the sex I had been exposed to. Elaine was the kind of girl 
who put your cock through the wringer and did not want to let you go. 

It was my hope that everything would be quiet on the home front for one of 
the rare occasions of the present. It seemed like ever since I had broken 
down and had sex with my own daughter we had all been leading a crazy-quilt 
existence. 

As I drove home I thought about Mike, and wondered when, if ever, I would 
see him. When he did stop by, it was usually in the manner of a stranger 
passing through town. From all that I could gather, he was seeking to make 
himself the campus stud horse and was apparently succeeding quite well in 
that endeavor. 

Tongues wagged with great frequency in our neck of the woods, and a lot of 
the wagging concerned Mike. But I tried not to worry too much about him, 
since I couldn't afford the luxury. After all, there was also the rest of 
the family to worry about, myself included. 

I noticed Mike's car in the driveway when I got home, which made me feel 
gratified, since I wanted to have a talk with him, at least as a means of 
getting reacquainted with him, if nothing more. I thought about how Dodie 
had drawn far away from me, until that trip to San Bernardino, and now she 
was as close to me as my wife. 

I got inside the house, a little fearful of being balled out by Jane for 
being late for dinner. But much to my surprise nobody was sitting at the 
dining table. In fact, the whole room was pitch dark. 

The only thing I could think of was that there was some sort of sex action 
going on upstairs. How the hell could I think otherwise in view of all that 
had been happening around our busy homestead, where humping was becoming the 
only accepted way of life. 

I went into the bedroom and found the whole gang at it. My long departed son 
had returned to get his cock sucked by Jane, whose head was bobbing 
frantically up and down over his smooth, elongated rod. He closed his eyes 
periodically and squinted, then let out grunts of sensation as she moved her 
tongue up and down, determined to derive every ounce of sensation out of 
him. 

While Jane was fervently sliding her jet-propelled tongue up and down Mike's 
bloated phallus my lovely daughter Dodie was making her presence 
conscientiusly felt. 

Dodie had her head thrust squarely between Jane's beautiful legs, and she 
was diligently exercising her tongue by letting it slide up and down and 
around Jane's nest. She was determined to cover every itchy crevice of 
Jane's trembling vaginal walls with her brisk tongue movements, which served 
to precipitate faster sucking of Mike's dick on the part of Jane. 

"Hi, Dad," Mike called out to me calmly when he finally spotted me, and it 
took awhile, since everybody was so busy. 

The rest of them, meaning Jane and Dodie, never bothered stopping their 
activities long enough to say anything to me. They were too absorbed in what 
they were doing. 

"Looks like you're having yourself quite a time," I said to him. 

"Oh, can Mom ever make with the hose action. She's something else when it 
comes to going down on a guy." 

"Yes, I know that." 

"I'm sure you do," he nodded. 

As I stood there in a corner of the room and watched the vigorour three way 
action continue, I wondered how much Mike knew about my activities with 
Dodie and perhaps even Laura. More than likely, the way word was traveling, 
he knew plenty, and more likely than not the bearer of the tidings was 
probably none other than Dodie. 

I could tell from the way that Mike was gasping with greater regularity than 
when I had come in that he was preparing to shoot off his rocks. Jane was 
helping him along by tugging playfully at his balls to move him closer to 
his destination. 

"Suck it, suck me off," he called to her, "keep it up, keep on sucking, go 
faster, faster, I want it." 

She drilled him with every thrust of tongue energy that she was capable of 
summoning forth, and while she did her own legs were trembling from the 
speedy activity that Dodie was putting forth with her inspired tongue. 

Now it was just a question of who would shoot first, and from where I stood 
it looked like they would be shooting at just about the same time. Mike 
ultimately exploded first, letting out a huge sigh as the white stream 
spilled out of the end of him. 

"Oh, you did it, it was so great, I feel so relieved," he gasped as the cum 
stream spurted out of the end of his stick. 

Once Jane finished sucking him off she settled back and threw her head down 
on the bed, spreading her legs a little wider than before and kicking with a 
greater degree of enthusiasm than before, while Dodie went to work on her 
cunt, determined to get her off in the same way that Jane had succeeded in 
reducing Mike to a trembling mass of molten sensation. 

Mike walked over and stood next to me, a smug grin on his face as he 
rejoiced over the treatment he had received. Now he was involved in a 
spectator's role, such as I was. 

"Keep it up, my dear," Jane soothed. "You're on the right track, I'm getting 
near, oh, is my pussy itchy, oh, is my little girl ever doing a great job of 
sucking it, oh, that's it, my dear, keep it up, keep up that spirited 
sucking." 

The sweat was beginning to roll down the sides of Dodie's face as she moved 
forward fervently, making certain that her fiery red tongue touched every 
crevice of Jane's sensation-laden mound, which she was so determined to 
remove juice from. 

"She's really got Mom going," Mike said. 

"Yeah, just like Mom had you going before." 

"That's for sure. It's sure fun to have sex with them, since they'll both do 
anything you want to." 

"You've had sex with both of them?" I looked at him earnestly. 

"Of course," he laughed casually. "What do you expect? I'm not a saint and 
I'm not impotent. With two beautiful women like that around, naturally I'm 
happy to let myself go." 

He said it in such a way as to indicate that I was some kind of an ass for 
even asking a question that stupid. Who knows but what he was right. It 
seemed like my entire scheme of values was radically altering in recent 
weeks anyway. 

We watched the developing action for a few minutes, until Jane shot her 
juices in Dodie's mouth. Once the girls were through screwing they found 
some time to talk to me. 

"I'd sure like to suck your dick." Dodie told me point blank. 

"I'm kind of tired, honey," I told her. "I don't think there's much of 
anything in me right now." 

"I'll bring it out of you," she walked seductively toward me. "I'm not so 
sure." 

"Oh, I am. What's made you so tired? Have you been doing some fucking 
someplace else?" 

"That's one hell of a question to ask me." 

"Of course he has," Jane laughed. "I can't think of an other situation in 
which he wouldn't be prepared to fuck." 

"Neither could I," Dodie laughed. 

She walked over next to me, then stood directly in front of me, looking at 
me with those hypnotic eyes. She ran her fingers smoothly over my face. The 
body contact sent tingles circulating quickly through me as I stood there. 

"How's that feel?" she asked. 

"Very good." 

"This is only the beginning. I like the fact you're tired," Dodie told me 
forthrightly. "This way I've got a lot more of a challenge. I just love 
getting a guy's cock good and hard after he's been shooting off his rocks 
awhile. That's the real challenge to a woman. Yes, I'm gonna shoot the works 
at you." 

"Get him on the bed, honey," Jane encouraged. 

"I will, I'll be getting around to that in due course, Mom," Dodie quickly 
assured her. 

But for the time being Dodie was concerned about getting me warmed up for 
future activity. She fiddled with my zipper, unzipping me, then moved her 
fingers inside my trousers. 

She tugged at my balls several times, running her fingertips over them in 
such a way as to tickle me, raising the excitation level inside me 
dramatically. Dodie had a right to be confident concerning her ability to 
get men hot. I had been dragged out from all the fucking that I had done 
both at the office, where I unloaded a generous supply of juice in Elaine's 
mouth, and later at Elaine's apartment. 

Now Dodie was reacting positively to the challenge, seeking to get me hot 
all over again. Her fingers worked magically over my cock and balls as she 
put them to work with swift expertise. She couldn't get my cock up right 
away, but that didn't discourage her. In fact, I think it made her all the 
more determined. 

Pretty soon the fingers were flying, and as they did my cock began to regain 
some of its former resiliency as both Jane and Mike watched us eagerly. 

In the beginning it seemed particularly strange to me to have my daughter 
working on my dick while my wife and son were cast in the role of observers. 
But after awhile, under the intensely exciting action of Dodie's superb 
finger activity, I began settling down, and I observed my cock beginning to 
harden. 

The harder my cock became the more encouraged that Dodie grew to push on. 
She allowed the fingers of her left hand to work their way sweepingly up and 
down the base of my stiff prick, while the fingers of her right were working 
their way around my balls with quick, decisive thrusts that I thoroughly 
enjoyed. 

Finally, after she was convinced that she had me well on my way to retaining 
total hardness, she tugged on the end of my long stick as she said: 

"Let me carry you over toward the bed." By carrying me, she meant that she 
wanted to pull me by the dick over to the bed. No sooner were the words out 
of her mouth than Jane got up from the bed and strutted over next to where 
Mike stood, occupying a spectator's role next to him. 

It felt good to have her pull on that cock, forcing me to follow her over to 
the bed. I sprawled out in the middle of it as she kept on jerking up and 
down over my phallus. While she continued pumping I untied my shoes and 
tossed them casually to the floor. 

Dodie suddenly lowered her head, closing in dramatically on my balls. She 
licked my scrotum eagerly, causing me to feel the sensation throughout the 
rest of my body. 

As she continued licking my testicles she let the fingers of her right hand 
press eagerly against my cock. She ran them up and down my now elongated 
spear, which was coming all the closer to full erection, nearing that 
objective with every thrust. 

When she began running that tongue up and down my dong faster than before, 
putting forward all the speed that she could muster, I finally attained full 
hardness. Niftily she kept right on moving that tongue masterfully as the 
itch circulated throughout my body, which began to vibrate noticeably. 

"Oh, now you're sucking," I exclaimed, enjoying the stimulating movements of 
her tongue. 

"Suck him off, baby," Jane called out proudly, happy that her daughter was 
doing such a magnificent job of providing pleasure for her father's rigid 
dong. 

I began to gasp under the stimulating erotic pressure she provided with her 
tongue. And as the pace continued accelerating I felt myself grow that much 
closer to the big moment of orgasm. 

"Keep that fiery tongue going," I encouraged hoarsely as I pushed that much 
closer to the big moment. 

I gripped my fingers around the top of her head, determined to supply her 
with all the impetus that I knew how, as she continued driving her tongue at 
a blistering clip. 

"Oh, I'm there," I finally gulped. 

And with that the stream was ignited, flowing voluminously out of the end of 
my peter and into her waiting mouth. 

"See, never underestimate me," Dodie looked at me and winked after the 
sucking had ended. 

"I never will again." 

"Good, then you learned your lesson." 

"Yes, you made a believer out of me." 

"That's good." 

Mike walked toward the bed. He had a message he wanted to impart to Dodie 
and wasn't the least bit subtle about it. He worked his fingers up and down 
his cock, gathering momentum quickly, until the cock stood out at full 
length. 

"I'll bet you could do a lot with this, sis," he suggested. "In fact, I'll 
bet you could suck on it until I shoot all over just like Dad did. Isn't 
that right?" 

"Oh, but that looks handsome," she referred to his cock, which her eyes were 
glued to. "Yes, it looks downright yummy. I would love to suck it." 

"I'll bet you would. You make a great cock-sucker." 

"Come on over to me, baby," she motioned him with her right index finger. 
"Just come over here and we'll have ourselves a ball. The thrills I won't 
give that big prick of yours." 

"That's the kind of talk I like to hear." 

I got up from the bed and watched Mike lower his naked body into it, pushing 
his fingers up and down eagerly on his erect phallus as the sexual tension 
began to build. 

Dodie's eyes came unglued with passion, like those of a little girl staring 
at a box of chocolates. 

"Oh, what I'm gonna do that dong, baby, the fun I'm gonna have with it." 

"Grab a hold of it, baby, and do your thing." 

"Oh, yes, it's beautiful." 

She reached out and tugged on his cock several times, causing his body to 
vibrate. Then he slid his body around in the bed, accumulating nervous 
energy with every movement. 

"Oh, now I'm picking up the tempo, baby," Dodie said. "Hang on, because 
you're really gonna get some thrills." 

The thrills came immediately as the tongue worked its way swiftly over his 
prick. As I watched the activity I began to feel a tugging at my balls. At 
first I wondered if I were imagining things, but when I turned I noticed 
Jane, who had crept alongside me without me knowing it, running her fingers 
up and down eagerly at my testicles. 

"What are you trying to do?" I asked. 

"To get you hot enough to want to fuck again." 

"If I fuck anymore I'll probably drop dead of a heart attack," I told her 
flatly. 

"That's a lot of nonsense," she laughed. "You'll hang in there and hang up 
there. I know you. Don't ever underestimate yourself." 

"Do you want to suck me?" 

That's exactly what I've got in mind." 

She bent over and kissed the nub end of my penis. Then she licked the end of 
it, making me feel good all over as my dong continued to grow with leaps and 
bounds. 

"Let's get into bed with them," Jane suggested. "There's room for all of 
us." 

As I slid into bed she went back to letting her fingers travel up and down 
speedily over my cock. As she did my entire body began to rock in diligent 
reaction to what she was doing. 

"Okay, now you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she looked at me with a 
smile of delight. 

"Am I ever," I nodded emphatically. 

"Okay, then you can do a favor for me. Something that will really turn me 
on." 

"Just say the word." 

"Get those fingers working on my snatch. My pussy's getting itchy and you 
can help make it itchier." 

I nodded, putting my fingers immediately to work on her snatch. And as I did 
she continued letting her fingers travel repeatedly over my prick. 

I caught a look at what was going on on the other side of the bed. Dodie was 
well into her cock suck, and Mike's legs were twisting and turning as she 
poured her tongue into him, inspired in her quest of his juices. 

"Suck it all out of me," Mike gasped. 

Jane and I stepped up our finger movements until we reached the point where 
it was time to move into the sucking. 

"Let's go down," Jane whispered the magic words. 

I dropped my head, zeroing in quickly on her twat, which I sucked on 
quickly, determined to drive her to an early and brisk climax. We stabbed 
like a couple of hungry old pros, pushing our tongues fervently in the quest 
of juice. 

As I was just beginning to accelerate to the point wherein I was ready to 
get my first load of juice from Jane's searing vagina, she sucked on my 
prick all the swifter. 

And as we hypnotized ourselves in the mutual quest of orgasmic thrills I 
heard Mike let out a lengthy gasp. I surmised that he must have been 
expelling his juices into Dodie's mouth. 

Those sounds of erotic satisfaction made me all the more eager to get Jane 
off quickly. And the faster I went to work on her box the faster she 
proceeded to give my prick the once over. 

The driving efforts continued until we both exploded. As we did, much to our 
surprise we received a spontaneous round of applause from Dodie and Mike. 

"This is what I call a swinging family," Mike quipped. 

"The family that fucks together stays together," Dodie said, All of us 
laughed at Dodie's quip. 

"I suppose I'd better start getting dinner ready," Jane said as she started 
putting her clothes back on. "Can you give me a hand, dear?" she looked at 
Dodie. 

"Sure thing," Dodie said. 

We dressed in silence, then marched into the dining room, having dinner 
together. 

The thing that amazed me most about everything was the blase manner in which 
everything seemed to happen. One minute we had all been engaged in vigorous 
fucking, while now everything was very much back to normal and we were just 
like any other American family sitting at the dinner table enjoying the 
family meal. 

As I ate my dinner I thought about one thing I would have to face-I was 
getting so addicted to this steady diet of promiscuous sex that I didn't 
know if I could ever cut it off. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Just as I had anticipated, my relationship with Mike picked up new sudden 
dimensions after that roll in the hay with Dodie and Jane. The same thing 
had happened earlier with Dodie. When they found out how much fun the old 
man could be when he let his hair down all the way, they grew to like him 
all the more. 

One Saturday afternoon no more than a month after the illuminating family 
bedroom scene, Mike enticed me to play tennis with him at a club in Woodland 
Hills. I was more than happy to take advantage of an opportunity to obtain 
some exercise, which I needed, since I was either sitting on my ass at work 
or lying on my back or crouched over in the act of fucking. 

The courts were deserted when we arrived. It was a hot afternoon, and 
following a brisk warmup period in which the sun continued to streak in our 
faces, we began to sweat. 

We then opened play. Mike started fast, and for a while it looked like he 
was going to put me away early. But his early success made him a little on 
the overconfident side, and the more overconfident he became the more 
calculated risks he took, most of which were inadvisable and did not pay 
off. 

He won the set 6-4, but I closed fast near the end of it. 

"How'd you like to play another?" he asked gingerly, savoring his victory 
over me. 

"Yeah, that would be okay. I guess I could use a little more exercise," I 
said. But I wasn't feeling nearly as confident as I managed to make myself 
sound. The heat was beginning to take its toll on me and my leg muscles felt 
the strain of all the moving around that I had done during one brisk set of 
tennis. But I wasn't going to tell him I was tired. My ego wouldn't have 
stood for that. No, one way or another, I resolved, I would tough it out and 
play another set, even if he beat me more decisevely than he had the first 
time around. 

He served first as the second set commenced, and successfully held that 
service. He almost broke through my serve, but I managed to hang on to 
salvage the game after a long struggle. It was during the second game of the 
set, however, that I received a noticeable morale boost over my aggressive 
son. I noticed that he was also feeling the strain and the hot sun was 
sapping his strength. 

At that point I realized that I had a fighting chance, and when I did it was 
just as if some fresh adrenaline had been pumped into my almost wilting 
body, which had been brutally subjected to the sun's intense rays. 

Things began to pick up, and in the third game I dramatically broke Mike's 
serve. 

"I'll be damned," he grinned when the game ended. "I thought that you were 
about ready to fold." 

"Don't ever count the old man out," I winked. "No, I won't." 

Mike tried his damnedest to turn the tide around, but the momentum had 
turned in my favor and I wasn't about to lose it by that stage of the game. 

That service break proved the difference in the second set, which I won by 
the same 6-4 count that he had beaten me by in the first set. 

"You want to play another one?" I asked, even though I was so pooped by that 
time and so dehydrated from all the water I had lost that I don't know what 
I would have done for energy. 

"Not unless you do," he laughed wearily. "I'd just as soon accept a draw at 
this stage." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," I laughed. 

"There's a Coke machine just around the other side, next to the tennis 
shop." 

"That sounds like a good idea, and I'm only sorry that we can't find 
anything stronger around here." 

"No, that's the breaks of the game." 

We walked over to the Coke machine and I slipped a coin inside. I handed the 
bottle of Coke to Mike, then slipped a second coin in it, pulling one out 
for myself. 

Both of us were so dry that we belted down the drink quickly. I felt like 
having another. 

"I need a refill. How about you?" I said. 

"I was thinking the same thing." 

"It's not as hard on the system as it would be if we were having something a 
little stronger." 

"That's for sure." 

When we finished our second drinks Mike looked out toward the tennis courts, 
flashing a big grin. 

"I'll be damned," he suddenly exclaimed in a tone of surprise. 

"What's with you?" I asked as I shoved the empty Coke bottle into the rack 
at the side of the machine. 

"Some friends of mine are here. Have a look for yourself." 

I looked in the direction of the courts and my cock immediately hardened. 
Playing tennis in sparkling white outfits were two of the most gorgeous 
young girls I had ever seen. They looked to be in their late teens, 
possessed striking figures, and exhibited tanned bodies, which indicated 
that they had probably been playing quite a bit of tennis recently. 

"My God. You know them?" I asked, not sure that he hadn't been pulling my 
leg. 

"I sure do. They're both freshmen at UCLA. The brunette is Gladys and the 
blonde is Darla. Which one do you like best?" 

"How could I ever choose between them," I shrugged helplessly. "They're both 
so beautiful that there's no way to choose between them, at least from this 
far away." 

"It's even harder up close," Mike smiled. "I just wanted to see what you'd 
say. I feel the same way." 

"Just how well do you know them? That is, if you don't mind my asking you." 

"Pretty well. I've been at some parties with them. In fact, I went to a 
party a few weeks ago over at their place. They share an apartment a couple 
blocks from the campus in Westwood. But I don't know them anywhere near as 
well as I'd like to." 

"They in other words you've never had the chance to fuck either one of 
them," I put things bluntly. 

"That's right, but don't think I haven't thought about it." 

"Hell, I'd disown you if you hadn't thought about it," I grinned. 

"I'd deserve it in that case," Mike laughed. 

"I thought about it the first second I laid eyes on them." 

"I was the same way. Well, like I said, I've never had any sex with them, 
but I know somebody who has. You know Don, our top running back on the 
football team?" 

"Sure I know him. He's quite a football player." 

"Yes, and quite a cocksman as well," Mike pointed out. "Well, that's how I 
got invited over to their place for that last party." 

"Through Don?" 

"That's right. He invited me, and when he got over there he got the royal 
treatment from both of them. After everybody got drunk there was all kinds 
of fucking going on. I was lying on the floor all sprawled out, so damned 
drunk that I couldn't even stand up, and this cute little redhead, also a 
UCLA girl, a chick who belonged to the same sorority as Gladys and Darla, 
went down on my cock. I mean she did pretty near as good a job as Mom and 
Dodie do, and acted every bit as inspired about the whole thing. She wasn't 
quite as cute as they were, but wasn't bad to say the least. 

"But anyway, so I won't get off the beaten path, while I was getting blown I 
watched Gladys and Darla whisk Don off into the nearest bedroom, and I 
remember how damned envious I was over the treatment that he got from them. 
Well, I didn't see him for another hour or so. Then it was time for all of 
us to leave. Everybody was really under the weather by that time after all 
that had happened. 

"On the ride back to my place he told me all about what had happened. They 
were both trying to talk him into playing football for UCLA, so for a while 
they were just conversing, real friendly-like. They told him how much they 
thought he'd like the school, and he said he'd think about it. 

"Then he said Gladys started undressing him, and while she tugged on his 
clothes Darla jerked her fingers up and down his cock." 

"They sound pretty damned uninhibited," I said. 

"That was just the beginning," he said. 

"That's about what I gathered." 

"So after they got his clothes off, Gladys gave Dave a tongue journey that 
really turned him on. A trip around the world. He told me he got so hot that 
he was just about to shoot. Then, Darla, who had been watching the whole 
thing as she jerked on her cunt, decided to get involved in the act. 

"Darla took on part of his body and sucked, while Gladys took the other. You 
name it and they sucked it, his armpits, his earlobes, his chest. Then 
Gladys went to work eagerly on his asshole, licking it like crazy." 

"Damned, you're getting me horney just listening to this. What I wouldn't 
give to get a fuck from them." 

"So while Gladys kept on briskly sucking Don's asshole, Darla went to work 
on his cock. Don told me that about that time he was just about ready to 
flip, getting it in the ass from one gal and in the cock from the other one. 

"It didn't take him long to shoot, naturally, what with getting that kind of 
treatment. Then the girls traded off positions, with Gladys going down on 
his prick and Darla sucking out his ass. They kept up the action until he 
shot again." 

"These girls I've just got to meet," I said with determination. 

"I'll introduce you to them. C'mon, let's go." 

The closer I got to them the harder and more noticeably my prick would begin 
to throb. They had already worked up quite a sweat, and when we finally 
moved into close range, I got a good look at both of them. As Mike said, the 
closer you got to them the harder it would be to choose between them. 

They were two distinctly different types, but both of them were astoundingly 
beautiful. Gladys had long balck hair and darting dark eyes, while Darla's 
blue eyes contained a rich sparkle that couldn't help but draw you to her. 

"Hello, girls," Mike called out to them. 

"Oh hi, how are you," Darla replied, showing her even white teeth. 

"You're name's Mike, right?" Gladys said. 

"That's right," he nodded. 

"And who's that big handsome guy with you?" Gladys looked at me with 
admiration. My cock stood out with excitement over the compliment she paid 
me. 

"Would you believe, that's my old man." 

"No, I wouldn't believe that," Darla quickly exclaimed. "He looks much too 
young." 

"Thank you. You girls are just great to be talking like that. By the way, my 
name is Art." 

The girls introduced themselves individually, after which Gladys looked at 
Darla and said: 

"Do you want to play anymore tennis?" 

"Until meeting up with Art and Mike, I would have said yes. But now I don't 
really care anymore." 

"That's what I thought you'd say," Gladys nodded. "I feel exactly the same 
way." 

"How would you like to follow us to our apartment?" Darla showed those 
pearly white teeth, which sparkled so radiantly in the sun as she smiled. 
"I'll bet you could both use a cold beer. You look like you could." 

"That's the best invitation we've gotten all day," I beamed radiantly. By 
that point I was every bit as much as a teen-ager as the other three members 
of the party, and my heart was beating with pulsating joy over the prospects 
of getting to know Gladys and Darla better. 

"Then what are we waiting for," Gladys smiled. "Are you guys in the parking 
lot?" 

"Yes," mike nodded. 

"Then good, let's go. You can follow us to Westwood." 

Mike was the one who had driven me over to the court, so we piled into his 
yellow Pinto, while the girls got into a white Mustang, with Darla sitting 
down behind the wheel. 

A few minutes later we arrived at their fashionable apartment house. 
Considering the fact that I knew Gladys and Darla were students, I had 
expected humbler surroundings. And when we got inside I was even more 
aghast, since the place was furnished lavishly. 

"This looks absolutely fantastic," I exclaimed. 

"Well, we're both working girls," Gladys said, "so we pitch in and manage to 
maintain a good living style." 

"Yes, apparently you're doing quite well," Mike said. 

"We both model," Darla informed us. 

"No kidding," I said. Then I went on to tell them about the magazine I was 
affiliated with, and how hired models in my capacity of art director. They 
were more than happy to listen to my revelations. 

"Do you suppose you'd have any work for two aspiring young models?" Gladys 
grinned. 

"I just might," I said. 

"Swell," Darla smiled. "So why don't I bring you guys some beer. How'd that 
be?" 

"Just great," I said. 

Gladys went into the kitchen to help her and the girls came back with two 
beers each. We wound up with two of the bottles, and the girls the other 
two. 

The beer went down cold and fast, settling quickly in my stomach and 
producing simultaneously a relaxed feeling along with one of advancing 
sexual excitation. I looked over at the girls, who were seated comfortably 
in chairs just across from the sofa that Mike and I shared. If there was one 
thing that was destined to make me good and horney, in addition to the 
presence of two girls with physical beauty, it was tan, well-formed feminine 
frames, which both Gladys and Darla definitely had. In fact, I couldn't help 
but think that they would be the perfect models for tanning lotion ads. 

We whisked down our beers rapidly, and the girls, who were also thirsty from 
playing tennis in the hot sun, even though they hadn't played as long as we 
had, finished their beers rapidly as well. 

Darla got up and strode briskly into the kitchen, opeing four more bottles 
of beer, which she brought back to us. We belted those down quickly, perhaps 
even faster than we had the first round, and by then I could tell that the 
girls were beginning to let their guards down, which was just the way that 
Mike and I wanted it. 

Gladys got things started by half-staggering over to the couch that Mike and 
I jointly occupied, sliding between us and resting her pretty head against 
my shoulder. 

"I think you're cute," she said. 

"That's good, because I know you're cute." 

"Oh, you're so charming." 

Since she was obviously giving me the green light to do something. I leaned 
over and kissed her on the lips. I made sure that the first kiss was soft 
and sensitive, not wanting to push things too fast. 

"Just what I was hoping you'd do," she looked me right in the eyes and 
exclaimed. 

"Good, then maybe I'd better do it again." 

"I think you should. Only this time I'll have warning and I'll pucker up." 

"Then let's go." 

This time she met my forward thrust with one of her own, and this time the 
kiss froze for what seemed like an eternity as our lips pressed together. 

By the time we released our lips from each other I noticed that Darla had 
gotten into the act by squeezing in next to Mike. They exchanged several 
swift and passionate lip kisses. 

Just as the kisses were really beginning to heat up on both sides, Darla 
decided that it was time to get up and fetch us another round of beers. 

So for the time being the preliminary love-making was postponed as we 
sampled another round of beers. My head began swirling with carefree 
lightheadedness as I let the beer go down the pipe. And, much to my 
satisfaction, the girls proceeded to loosen up all the more in their 
attitudes. 

One we finished our third round Darla sprawled out in the middle of the rug 
and said: "Let's play a little grabass." 

"Just the thing to pass the time in the right way," Mike said vigorously, 
flopping his body down on the floor. 

Gladys and I watched Darla and Mike assume the initiative for a while as 
Mike grabbed ahold of Darla's little white shorts and squeezed her buttocks 
gingerly. She reacted like an aroused little girl as Mike applied the 
pressure to her ass. 

"Oh, you nasty man," she laughed, "you really know how to turn a girl on. 
Oh, keep that up, I like it." 

While he kept on applying pressure, Gladys decided that it would be a good 
idea to get into the act, so she sprawled her beautiful tanned body out on 
the rug, proving a perfectly inviting target for yours truly. 

In fact, she even teased me into action by twisting her, body seductively on 
the rug for my benefit, determined to draw me out quickly and meaningfully. 

As I joined her on the rug, throwing my arms around her waist, she noticed 
how hard my cock had become, so she investigated by reaching out toward my 
trousers, running her fingers smoothly over the hard expansive outline of my 
dong. 

"Oh, that's real good," she said with genuine enthusiasm. "I want you to 
keep that up. I love it, just love it." 

She finally removed her fingers from my cock, shifting her hips back and 
forth enthusiastically, playing the role of the seductive woman, which she 
was so ideally suited to play. 

I grabbed a hold of her sexy ass, delighting in the sensations I derived 
just by feeling it. The ass was smooth and well-rounded, nice and firm, just 
made for my fingers to touch and squeeze, and as I did squeeze my cock 
became so excited that I was afraid I would be shooting my juices at any 
second. 

"Now we're on our way," was Gladys' emphatic prediction. 

"Yes we are, we're off to a flying start." 

"Oh, yes, yes, squeeze my buns, baby." 

"You feel so good. Oh, what sensations, I love it, really love it, I love 
that ass." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

We played grabass on the floor until the four of us got so horney that we 
had to move on to the next step of the operation. 

As you could probably guess, that next step consisted of taking off the 
girls' clothes, which provided both Mike and I with loads of fun. 

My fingers fumbled diligently at her white blouse. It stuck to her skin more 
readily than normal due to the amount of sweating that she had done. I 
tugged away systematically until the blouse came off. Underneath it was her 
bra, which I next tugged away on, until it also came off. 

When I saw those creamy white breasts dancing luxuriously before my eyes I 
ran my fingers over them soothingly, enjoying the sensations I derived 
therefrom. Then I let the fingers close in more sharply, applying themselves 
rigorously as I squeezed her breasts and nipples. She let her breasts dance 
in front of her, thrusting her tits out so I would get an exhibition thrown 
in for my efforts. 

"Ah, this is good, I like the way you move those fingers around, my love, 
keep it up," she exclaimed. "That's it, keep those fingers moving around." 

I moved my fingers with rhythmic skill for the next few minutes, then let my 
tongue slide against her breasts. I let the tongue skirt casually for 
several strokes, then I began nibbling on her nipples as her breathing 
became progressively louder. 

As far as our two friends were concerned, Mike had succeeded in taking off 
Darla's clothes, and her entire body dangled before him. I took one look at 
Darla, with her vibrating legs spread and showing her shimmering blonde 
pubic hairs, which glistened in the bathing warmth of her moistness. 

My cock hardened some more when I observed Darla's totally naked body, so I 
decided it would be in my best interests to finish the job I had commenced a 
few minutes earlier. With a wave of new enthusiasm sweeping through me I 
began going to work on her shorts. I gasped with excitement as I felt around 
those pliable ass cheeks once again, giving myself and Gladys loads of 
pleasure. 

Then I went to work pulling them off. I had to tug energetically several 
times in that the sweat had stuck her shorts to her, but I was determined to 
totally unveil her, and finally I did just that. All I had to do was pull 
off the shorts since she was wearing no panties underneath. Now I got a look 
at her smooth burning black bush, which looked so enticing that my tongue 
began watering immediately with the anticipation of coming into contact with 
her snatch. 

I let my fingers drop down to that pubic bush which surrounded her inviting 
slit. In and out my fingers moved with characteristic briskness as I enjoyed 
the stimulating contact. 

"Oh, can you make a girl feel good," she whispered. 

"This is just the start. I like nothing better than to provide beautiful 
girls like you with thrills." 

"Keep those fingers circulating, honey, I love it. Oh, Art, keep those 
fingers going." 

Her encouraging words caused the adrenaline to rush through my body. I lived 
to make her happy at that moment, to provide both of us with all the thrills 
I could. 

The fingers continued to move with increasing swiftness, until I could feel 
the moistness in her snatch. Then I decided it would be a good idea to put 
my tongue to work between those lovely legs of hers. 

As I dropped my head, she exclaimed passionately: 

"That's it, let your tongue touch my snatch. I want you to go down on me, I 
want you to eat me. 

I brought my tongue to bear in her mound, picking up the scent of her nest 
as I let my tongue lower. The first few times I was interested in doing no 
more than letting my tongue flick slowly. I was determined to see that 
things moved on an even keel, and that the intense energies my trembling 
body felt were dispelled in just the right manner, so that the two of us 
would derive great thrills. 

As I sucked her slowly, letting the tempo gradually build to the point where 
I would eventually be letting her have it at top speed, my son Mike and the 
object of his current affections, Darla, were having a blast next to us on 
the rug. 

Mike was occupying himself sucking Darla's asshole with brisk, forceful 
strokes. As he licked her anus passionately she let her body lift in 
response to his actions. She would also let out periodic gasps as she 
displayed her enjoyment of what was happening. 

But I didn't look at that action for very long. I was too occupied in what I 
was doing with Gladys. 

While my tongue continued to pick up speed in my sucking, and as it curled 
passionately around her moist furry mound, I cupped my fingers around those 
ass cheeks. I loved the feeling of having my fingers dig into them, since 
they were so smooth and firm, so absolutely wonderful to the touch. 

She enjoyed the extra contact, and her body flipped back and forth under the 
pressure that I supplied. 

"Now you've really got me going," she said. 

"You've got me going, baby." 

"Oh, I love the way those fingers are clasping around my ass." 

I ended my brief respite away from her snatch, then sent my tongue flailing 
once more inside her mound. Her body flung once again as she looked forward 
to flooding my mouth with her juice. I transferred my fingers dramatically 
from her ass cheeks to her breasts, letting them circulate while her body 
trembled. 

"Oh, baby, keep those fingers on my tits," she coaxed. "That feels so soft 
and warm, I really like the way you're moving them, yes, I like that, move 
those fingers around, I like it." 

Several strokes later she unleashed a furious assault of womanly juices into 
my waiting mouth. I got the delicious warm meal that I had been waiting for, 
after which I was ready to move on to something else. For one thing, my cock 
was so hard that I just had to get it off and fast. 

"I've just got to fuck you," I said with desperation, pulling my hard dick 
out of my pants. 

"Take your clothes off and let's go into the bedroom." 

"That's a good idea," Darla said immediately as she lay sprawled out on the 
rug getting her cunt sucked by Mike. "Let's go into the bedroom, Mike." 

We went into the bedroom and the girls helped us off with our clothes. Then 
we were ready to go to work in earnest. 

Gladys and Darla were bound and determined to get us as hot as they could, 
so while Mike and I cupped our fingers fervently around their breasts the 
girls worked their fingers up and down over our dicks. Mine swelled with 
passion and my body shook as I decided that I would just have to get her 
down on the bed. 

We shared the bed, which fortunately was big enough to accommodate the four 
of us. It reminded me of the last truly wild fuck I had involved myself 
in-the one at home wherein I participated in sex with my wife and daughter, 
while Mike also got in his best shots. 

One quick glance over on the other side of the bed told me what Mike's 
course of action was. Immediately that rigid penis pumped its was into 
Darla's cunt as she threw her body forward vigorously to meet his determined 
thrusts. 

I decided that it was time for me to push onward in the same vein. I reached 
out and squeezed her tits several times as the passion built appreciably. 
She would let out a periodic gasp when I would goose her nipples 
affectionately. 

"Oh, I'll, bet you're gonna give me a good fuck, baby," she exclaimed with 
high hopes. 

"I am, I am, oh, give it to me." 

"Hang on, baby," I sighed. 

Then I pushed my hot meat forward with a spearing thrust, entering her love 
pit. She was hot and tight, just the waz I like a woman, and I just loved 
the way that she would send her hips flying back and forth, filling me with 
excitement. 

"Oh, I like that, keep up those movements," I told her, slapping her ass 
cheeks faithfully. 

"Send it in me, send that dick into me," she gasped. 

"Hang in there, baby, we're both gonna have a blast." 

The spearing movements continued at a rapid pace. My fleshy cudgel, which 
was hard and firm, continued to tear and stab at her moist mound as I drove 
forward. 

With blinding need, and with the sweat pouring from my body, I pushed 
forward, determined to get my rocks off, determined to explode inside her 
cunt. 

Over next to us Mike and Darla had the bedsprings rocking as Mike pumped 
savagely inside her nest. I raced forward, matching the pace that my son was 
setting, not wanting to be outdone by him anymore in bed with a broad than I 
did on the tennis court, where we had engaged in two fast sets. 

Now we were pushing forward at an equal clip, and it became just a question 
of whether the bed would hold up under the impassioned strain to which the 
four of us were subjecting it. 

"Kiss me, baby, I'm getting close," Gladys begged. 

I pushed my lips against hers and held my breath as I continued to stab 
forward relentlessly, determined to get my rocks off in a meaningful Way, 
with my prick stabbing inside her. 

Once I got worked up through several piercing lip kisses I slipped my tongue 
inside her mouth and pushed forward blindingly, rocking my body back and 
forth and driving my cudgel devastatingly into her, and letting my tongue 
swim inside her mouth. 

We both began gasping more noticeably than before, and our bodies were 
trembling more noticeably than before, as I pushed forward, feeling the 
drive itch in my cock and balls as I moved ever closer to shooting off my 
dick. 

The explosion then came, with both of us shooting at the same time, spilling 
our juices voluminously. 

I took my tongue out of her mouth when it was all over and stretched out 
next to her. As we lay there we watched Mike apply the finishing touches to 
his fuck with Darla. He tore at her with relentless energy, allowing his 
hips to flip back and forth. 

"Hang on, baby," Darla called out to him, "because I'm gonna send my spray 
your way." 

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I saw the juice bolt out of 
her. Mike began stabbing with even more zealous energy than he had before as 
he sought to get his rocks off. 

Several stabs later the big moment arrived and the floodtide of juice was 
released from his bulging penis. 

"Oh, that feels so good," he exclaimed, "oh, it , feels so nice, so nice, 
oh, I'm so relieved, so relieved." 

Darla got up and went into the kitchen, bringing back another round of 
beers. 

"Just what I needed," I laughed as I accepted another bottle of beer. 

"That'll grow a little more hair on that already manly chest of yours," 
Darla winked, giving my chest a squeeze, then tweaking the hairs on them 
several times. 

We sat and chatted casually, lying sprawled out on the bed, as we drank our 
beer. Once we finished we came to a joint decision-it was time to go back to 
the screwing. 

"I'd like to take you on this time, baby," Darla reached over and squeezed 
my balls affectionately. 

"That would be fine with me. I've made it with a beautiful brunette, and I 
don't intend to discriminate against blondes." 

"And I don't want to discriminate against brunettes," Mike quickly put in 
his two cents worth. 

We started out by putting our fingers to work. I ran my fingers 
tantalizingly over Darla's passionate mound while Mike was giving Gladys the 
same kind of erotic treatement. 

As for the girls, they remained occupied with their own movements as they 
both started jerking up and down over our hard dicks, causing us to get more 
excited than before, and causing both of us to work our fingers more 
energetically over the girls' mounds. 

Once more the old bedsprings were jangling and our bodies were bouncing as 
the finger movements persisted at a swift pace. It would only be a short 
time, I reasoned, before I would be testing my tongue on Darla's 
blonde-thatched cunt. 

I finally decided to take the big plunge once her body was rocking back and 
forth uncontrollably. I reached out and grabbed ahold of her legs and 
simultaneously shoved my head down between her legs. 

Passionately I flicked my tongue around her steaming box, and every bit as 
passionately as she sank her head down between my legs and went to work on 
my actively pulsating penis. 

Next to us on the bed, I noticed that Mike and Gladys were also lying across 
from each other, and were tearing away at their love organs in a vigorous 
sixty-nine. 

The four of us quickly lost ourselves in a sea of orgiastic delight as we 
pushed forward, determined to suck each other dry. I thought about how we 
had met the girls on the tennis court and decided that, as much fun as a 
game of tennis could be, it couldn't hold up a candle to the type of 
blistering action we were enjoying in bed, sixty-nining ourselves toward 
climax. 

Finally the orgasms were had, and we found ourselves exhausted from the 
fantastic pace we had set. A spirited screw had reached a happy ending. The 
girls fixed us up with some more beer, another round, and by the time I 
finished mine I was feeling bloated. 

"I'll see what I can do about getting you girls some modeling work," I told 
them after Mike and I had dressed and were about ready to leave. 

"That would be great," Darla cooed. "And I hope you two will be making it 
back this way again soon." 

"Ditto from me too," Gladys said. 

I felt like every bit the teenager that Mike and the two girls actually were 
as Mike and I left. I guess there was nothing like a good fuck with two sexy 
teenagers, I thought, to keep you young. 

"I'll tell you one thing," I exclaimed after we got into the car and Mike 
drove away. 

"What's that?" 

"Don couldn't have been more right when he said they were wild screws." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Since I had opened up my sex life in a big way, I found myself getting 
hornier more often. It's a funny thing about sex-you can either control it 
to a certain point or go for broke, and often, when you go for broke, you 
find yourself acting like you're starved for sex when you really shouldn't 
be. 

The more sex I got the more I seemed to want. I went over to Bob's several 
times when his wife wasn't around and had an orgy with Dodie and Laura, in 
which we'd take turns having sex with each girl, just as Mike and I had done 
with our UCLA cuties Darla and Gladys. 

My cock was bulging at the seams one morning as I walked in the office. The 
big reason it was bulging was because my friend and lover Elaine would be in 
that afternoon. Quite naturally, I was expecting a little more than just a 
professional relationship, and based upon the past, I had every reason to 
expect more. 

I spent a large part of the morning in my boss' office discussing a future 
layout. Then he left at eleven for an appointment in Anaheim, announcing 
that he would be gone for the rest of the day. With Elaine coming in the 
afternoon, quite naturally I greeted his revelation with great enthusiasm, 
even though I kept it to myself. 

Elaine looked as gorgeous as I had ever seen her wearing a green pants suit 
when she flounced in at one o'clock. I looked over that beautiful body and 
began mentally undressing her, determining how nice it would be to fuck her 
again, and confident that I would be getting that chance very soon. 

I went into the darkroom and got Barney, and as I watched her go through her 
paces after changing into the dress we har earmarked for her, I started 
getting good and hard. I paced the floor restlessly, the sex energies 
building up inside me. 

After the shooting Barney went back to the darkroom. He explained that he 
had to do a little bit of developing, then he would be going out to shoot a 
company assignment. 

I was happy that he would be leaving, and that he was in a hurry, since, if 
necessary, I could even fuck Elaine in her dressing cubicle. I remembered 
the diligent blow job she had given me in there that last time that we had 
had sex, and wondered if she would want to go the same route again. 

My own inclination was that she would rather make the scene with me again in 
her apartment, where everything would be safe and private, and that would 
certainly be fine with me. 

Once Barney left the room I walked over to Elaine and whispered: 

"How about me mixing us a drink." 

"No thank you," she rebuffed me politely but firmly, which took me aback 
more than a little. 

"How come?" I asked. 

"I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood for a drink." 

With that she disappeared into the cubicle, shutting the curtain behind her. 
I was taken aback by her attitude, and decided to pour myself a stiff shot 
of Scotch before talking to her some more. As I stood by my wet bar sipping 
my Scotch reflectively, I got to thinking about my response to her decline 
of my offer. 

The more I stood there and thought about it, the more convinced I became 
that I had probably overreacted. What the hell, just because Elaine didn't 
feel like having a drink right then did not mean that I wouldn't get to fuck 
her. Hell, she had always, based upon past examples, been more than willing 
to provide me with sex, and as I got down to the end of my drink the 
enthusiasm proceeded to swell inside me. 

I began looking forward to that fuck that I was confident I would get. As I 
belted down the last few drops from my glass I got up and walked toward the 
cubicle. My penis was throbbing with sensation. I got to thinking how 
wonderful it would be to receive one of her skillful blow jobs at that 
point. 

I reached toward the curtain, preparing to open it and go inside, hoping to 
find her naked. 

"Is that you, Art?" she said immediately when she heard me fingering the 
curtain. 

"Yeah, it sure is," I chuckled. "I'll be right in there to see you." 

"No, please don't," she said coldly. 

"What's wrong? Last time you were in here I not only came in, but I got a 
good blow job from you." 

"That was the last time. Look, I'll talk to you after I get dressed. I'll be 
out in a minute." 

My heart sank as I removed my fingers from the curtain and returned to the 
wet bar. My fingers were trembling with frustration as I poured myself 
another drink. I just couldn't get over what was happening to me. I just 
wasn't used to getting rebuffed in view of my recent overwhelming successes 
with the opposite sex. 

I waited pensively for her to come out of there, and when she did, I had a 
question awaiting her. 

"Elaine, just what in hell has happened?" I asked with obvious frustration 
in my voice. "I mean, before we were so friendly and all. I don't get it. I 
mean, if you don't think it's private enough in this office, then let's go 
over to your apartment and have a good fuck, like we had last time." 

"No, that's all over," she shook her head, sympathetically, but with the 
requisite amount of firmness to let me know that she wasn't changing her 
mind. 

"May I ask why?" I asked in a whisper. 

"Yes, the other day, just after you were over, after we'd engaged in our 
sexual gymnastics, I started thinking long and hard about where my life was 
going. I thought about what would happen when I got a little older. I 
realized that I just wouldn't have any security at all, and that thought 
started haunting me." She talked slowly, weighing every word carefully, 
determined to see that I got the point. "Well, the next day my second 
husband, Gordy, whom I'd always loved a lot, called me up and asked me to 
lunch. Poor Gordy, he had put up with quite a bit of my playing around, but 
then finally he told me it was either shape up on my part or he'd have to 
end the whole relationship. He told me that he just couldn't stand up under 
the trauma of all my extra action, all the cocksucking I seemed to do so 
much of." 

"So what happened with Gordy?" I asked. 

"Well, it was just like meeting him for the first time all over again that 
day," her eyes lit up. "And, you know, I started pouring out my whole heart 
and telling him what a fool I had been to do all the things I had done. At 
first he seemed about as stupefied as you look right now with me telling you 
all this, and I don't really blame him, just as I don't blame you. No, I've 
been the girl with the peanut butter legs and the hot mouth for too long, 
but there is time to change, before it's too late, before I've lost my looks 
and have ended up walking the streets. I don't want to end up on Main 
Street. So, anyway, Gordy was just beautiful and he's asked me to remarry 
him. You see, he always had loved me, and the only snag in our marriage was 
my promiscuity, which was my damned fault." 

"I see your point," I had to agree. "No, I don't blame you one bit. I wish 
both of you good luck." 

"Thank you. I really appreicate that. And as far as my modeling career goes, 
I'll be giving that up after I get married. I want to end the rat race on 
all fronts." 

"I don't blame you one bit." 

"This time I'm gonna be the dutiful wife, have some kids, settle down, and 
raise them." 

"That's the girl." 

She left the office and I couldn't help but feel admiration for her the way 
she had faced up to things. But when I thought some more about what she had 
said I realized that, even though it hadn't been intended as such, it 
constituted quite an indictment to all that I had been representing for the 
last few months. 

That incident with Dodie in San Bernardino had set off a chain reaction that 
had extended into every conceivable area. I might have been in my forties, 
but my tastes appeared to be running in the direction of teenagers. 

I recalled an article that had once appeared in our magazine about 
middle-aged hippies, and I thought about how applicable it was to me. I had 
been the raging sensation of the teenage scene, balling every beautiful 
female I could entice into bed with me, including my own daughter and her 
best friend. 

Perhaps it was true that, if it hadn't been for the fact that my wife, son, 
and daughter were leading such wild sexual lives in their own right, I 
wouldn't have become involved to the extent I did, but in the final analysis 
that wasn't a legitimate excuse. After all, I was supposed to be the leader 
of the family, which I was proving myself to be anything other than. 

The more I thought about all that I had been through, the worse I began to 
feel. The guilt and the doubts began to plague me. If my son and daughter 
ultimately came to no good, I thought, then it was my own fault. And I also 
was forced to come to the conclusion that, if I had spent more time around 
them than I had, particularly in recent years, things would have been 
different. 

I left the office in a beaten, depressed state. Elaine's words had cut to 
the very core of me, forcing me to wake up and leave my insulated world of 
illusion that I had been having so much fun in. 

I drove into the Valley and stopped at a bar on Ventura Boulevard not far 
from my house. I sat around and got drunk for the next three hours, sitting 
quietly, sipping, and doing plenty of thinking. I thought mainly about Jane, 
Mike and Dodie. Elaine's words of sorrow concerning the way she had ended 
up, the tortuous sexual paths she had followed, made me think of my 
beautiful daughter. Dodie was actually a younger version of the Elaine I had 
known, and perhaps that was why I liked Elaine as well as I did. Dlaine 
possessed the same kind of devil-may-care attitude about life, particularly 
in the realm of sex, that Dodie did. 

Then I finally got tired of sitting there. I decided to go home and face the 
music. I wanted to have a showdown with Jane to talk about the bad example 
that both of us were setting for our children. 

Fortunately when I arrived home Jane was there alone. She was watching a 
movie, as she sometimes did in the afternoon before dinner, and was sipping 
a glass of bourbon and water. 

"Can I speak to you a minute?" I began solemnly. 

"Can't it wait, dear. I'm watching a movie," she said casually. "By the way, 
you're home early." 

"Yeah, and I want to talk now," I said emphatically, walking over and 
turning the television off. 

"Don't do that," she pouted. "What's gotten into you? I was watching that 
and it was just getting good." 

"I've decided to start acting like a man again for the first time in quite a 
spell." 

Not only did I surprise her with my action, I surprised myself as well. I 
realized that I had been letting my position as king of the house sink into 
sharp decline for quite some time. Now I was battling for survival. 

I got all that had been bugging me ever since Elaine's revelations off of my 
chest systematically. I told Jane that, even if she didn't care about 
herself or her marriage to me, she owed it to her children to stick by them 
and do the right thing, and that by acting in the manner that both of us had 
we were abdicating our responsibilities as parents. 

You know, she finally broke down in tears after I got through with my story. 
She looked up at me pitifully and said: 

"You're right. I've thought about this many times, but I just don't seem to 
know how to help myself." 

"That's what I'm here for," I leaned over and kissed her lips tenderly. "I 
think we're ready to turn the corner and get back to living in the way that 
we used to. You're so beautiful that I don't need any other lover but you." 

"Oh, baby, I like the way you're talking." 

I placed my hand inside hers and said, "Honey, let's go into the bedroom. 
Let's turn over our new leaf in the best way possible, with a nifty fuck." 

We walked arm-in-arm into the bedroom. Then I systematically removed her 
clothes. 

I ran my fingers over her furry snatch, then eased her body downward into 
the bed. I let my tongue glide against her warm mound as she sighed and 
kicked her legs passionately. 

"Oh, eat me, then I'll suck your beautiful cock," she exclaimed. 

I moved my tongue diligently and sucked, determined to taste the beautiful 
woman I was married to. We both began to feel much better after leveling 
with each other. 


THE END
