Sex is an impetuous experience. The social forces of each country try to put a time limit on it-to say at what age an individual can first experience sex and under what conditions. But this is like telling the sun to stop moving, or the stars to make new patterns. People, and children are people, have intercourse when their bodies tell them to have intercourse.
And frequently intercourse for the very young takes place within the family unit. A brother, a sister, a mother, a father are the most likely candidates to, putting it crudely, bust a cherry.
Children love their parents, and parents love their children. That is the truism. So is it any surprise that at times this love becomes physical.
This book is an examination of how easy it is for filial love to turn into sexual love. No commitment is made as to right and wrong. Some things are so private that they can only be judged by the results-not the act. The author, using his judgment, must winnow out what he perceives of as the truth. And so must the reader, since the complex realities of life are such that only the individual can sort out right and wrong.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"If you like, Suzy, I'll turn my back while you're undressing," Frank Topping said to his pretty young daughter.
"Gee, Daddy, does it make any difference?" she asked. "I mean, you're going to see me naked anyway." She wanted to sound mature and blas�, but she hesitated a moment on the word "naked" and her cheeks reddened slightly when she pronounced it. Although she liked to keep telling herself how grown-up and sophisticated she was, thirteen-year-old, Suzy was still a shy little girl.
"I guess you're right, it doesn't make any difference," her father said. After all, he told himself, there was nothing out of the ordinary about this photo session. Many famous figure photographers had used their wives and daughters as models, and though this would be the first time Frank photographed Suzy in the raw, there was no reason for the artist he liked to think he was to make a big deal out of that.
His cock thought very differently about the matter, though, as was obvious from the way it pressed against the tight confines of his trousers. It had not yet tried to erect all the way, but it was at least half-hard, and getting stiffer by the second.
Frank gulped as he saw Suzy pull her tight sweater up over her head, revealing the super sheer bra which covered her newly budding breasts. Through the nylon of the bra he could see her rosebud-like little nipples. Frank felt his cock give a fresh surge against his pants and he could feel droplets of sweat trickling down his chest. This photo session was perhaps a mistake, he thought, but there could be no turning back. He couldn't admit to Suzy that he was an old fuddy-duddy, and anyway, having seen this much of his delicate little blonde daughter, he had to see the rest. His prick would never forgive him if he didn't.
Suzy undid her skirt and took it off, revealing a pair of panties that matched the bra. The bra showed her nipples. The panties showed the dark "V" of her pubic fluff.
The young girl was blushing deeply, and Frank didn't know what excited him more, the blushing, or the lack of conscious seductiveness in the way she took off her clothes. She was not old enough to realize how much art a female could put into undressing for a man, and that innocence was far more exciting than any sophistication could ever be.
Although Suzy felt embarrassed, she also felt good, sort of tingly and excited. Her nipples were taut, and her cunt wet, as if she had been kissing a boy. She couldn't understand why the idea of posing for her daddy would make her feel like that. Maybe it was the idea of all the neat boys who would see her pictures if daddy won the competition, she told herself. That thought made her blush more deeply. She wasn't sure a nice girl should want boys to see her naked.
Frank bent over to select his equipment. As he stood up, his prick slid part way out through the piss-vent of his underpants and made a real tent against his pants. There was nothing to do but cram it back in. He wondered what Suzy thought as he did so.
Frank wondered anxiously if he might not be some kind of pervert, getting a hard-on at the sight of his daughter.
Shit, he thought, I can't help it if she's so goddamn pretty.
She wasn't just pretty, she was stark naked. She had peeled off her panties and unfastened her bra. With nothing covering them, Frank could see that her little nipples were semi-erect.
Is this turning her on too? he thought. It seemed impossible. He could imagine himself as a dirty old man, but he certainly couldn't see his angelic daughter as anything but the most innocent girl in the world. Other parents talked about how much trouble they were having with their kids, and what wild company they kept. None of that was true with Suzy.
Her nipples were getting more and more erect every second. The sight of them didn't do much to soften Frank's prick, which was pushing against his pants as hard as it possibly could.
It's the cold. I remember hearing that nipples sometimes get erect when they're cold, he desperately told himself.
"Tell you what," he said, trying to regain his composure, "why don't you stand by that old stump? It'll make a good contrast, I think." He nearly said "a good contrast with your soft body," but caught himself at the last moment.
He knew now that the photo session was a disastrous idea. He hoped that if he took the pictures fast enough, he might be able to resist the growing urge to make a grab at her.
God, do those tits ever look nice!
Frank finally admitted he had the hots for little Suzy because there was no way he could deny it any longer. He couldn't remember his cock being so stiff in years, and his hands trembled as they held the camera. His palms were moist, too, and felt slick on the leather case.
From now on, he thought, I'm sticking to the commercial stuff.
The "commercial stuff" was portrait photography he did for a living. Three-quarter shots of blushing brides and grinning high school graduates. Dull as dishwater, but a lot safer than trying to keep himself under control while posing his daughter's lithe, pubescent body.
Frank had a small studio of his own, and made a pretty good living taking pictures, but his subjects were all the same. He had reached the point where one pimply-faced senior looked like another to him, and the moronic bliss on the brides' faces was just about enough to make him want to turn in his tripod. He liked to think of himself as an artist. An artist who had to make a living out of the old "cheese, please" racket, but an artist nevertheless. That is why he spent so much spare time taking pictures which satisfied him esthetically, even though there was no profit to be made from them.
"Is this how you want me to stand, Daddy?" Suzy asked.
'That's fine," he gulped. Without thinking about it, she had spread her legs slightly, and the sight of her cunt, the lips slightly parted, was more than he could bear.
In addition to the nature shots he liked to take, and the studies in light and shade he was particularly fond of, he had taken numerous pictures of his family. His wife was beautiful and so was Suzy, and his son was a handsome lad. It never occurred to Frank before that there was something sexual about posing his wife and daughter. He had always posed them dressed, anyway. His pictures were not just family snaps, they were supposed to be character studies.
"Why don't you sit on that rock?" he said.
Suzy walked over to it and sat down. II was nice to be in the warm sunshine, all naked and unencumbered, she thought. Though she didn't know what was causing it, the tingly, alert feeling in her body was nice, too. She felt very wide awake and fresh.
It did not occur to her that this feeling might have something to do with posing naked in front of her father. It never occurred to her that it might be incestuous desire working its way to the surface. When she sat down, she made no effort to hide her cunt. Frank got a glimpse of gash which took his breath away.
"Okay," he said, "now cross your legs. Can't show them too much, heh, hen."
I must be going out of my mind to say something like that, he thought. Get a grip on yourself, boy.
Suzy blushed at his words. Yet there was something about the idea of males looking at her naked body which intrigued her. At thirteen, she had very little experience with the opposite sex. But she was at that age where a girl finds herself looking secretly at handsome boys in class, and wondering what they think of her.
It was a competition which first gave Frank the idea of posing his daughter naked. Photographer's Monthly was offering seven hundred and fifty dollars first prize for the best nude study submitted by a reader. Frank didn't need the money, but the idea of getting paid for his "artistic" efforts excited him. Seven hundred and fifty dollars for a nude study, proof that he was made for better things than hack studio portraits. He would have asked his attractive wife Betty to pose, but she had broken her leg and was still in a cast. That left Suzy as a possible model.
At thirteen, Suzy gave promise of eventually being a very beautiful woman. When she was grown up, she would be a sensuous bombshell. But Frank wondered if her present mixture of beauty and little-girl innocence wasn't even more appealing. Frank was sure he could win with pictures of her posed artistically.
What he had not counted on was that as soon as he saw her trim, teenage body stripped down to the buff, his prick would just about explode in its eagerness to get inside her little twat and start bucking away.
Despite his trembling hands and nervousness, Frank knew he was getting good pictures on film. Just a few more, and he would have enough to submit to Photographer's Monthly.
"Lie down in the tall grass, honey," he said hoarsely.
Suzy did as she was told, hoping her father wouldn't notice the drop of moisture that had oozed out of her cunt and was now sliding slowly down her thigh. The only other time she had noticed her cunt get wet like that was when talking to Brad Lammers or one of the other neat boys at school. She tried as hard as she could to suppress the growing suspicion that there might be some similarity between talking to a "neat boy" and posing naked for her father.
As she stretched out in the grass, Frank knew he had a winning picture coming up, with the way the sun was casting long shadows across her smooth, soft belly. He had to make sure that the pose was just right, though. This was too good a shot to blow.
"Move your arm a little. That's it. Now raise your right knee. Not so much. Here, let me show you."
He knelt there beside her and put his hand on her knee. It was very white, very smooth, and very cool.
His hand slid down her thigh ....
"To get the shadows just right, we'll position it... just---"
His hand, of its own accord, slid the rest of the way down her thigh and suddenly cupped the butter-soft flesh of her cunt. So wet and yielding. Surrounded with such nice, girlish fluff. His will collapsed. He had to have her.
Suzy gave a sharp gasp the moment her twat felt his fingers. She pressed her legs together.
Frank pulled his hand away. "D-darling," he stammered, "I just slipped. I hope you didn't think I .... "
"But Daddy, you shouldn't touch me there!" Suzy said. She was shocked, but almost as much at herself as at her father. She couldn't deny to herself that his fingers felt nice. But fathers weren't supposed to touch their daughters there. She knew that for certain.
"I know," he said. "I didn't mean to. It's just.... " Suddenly, realizing he would never be able to express his feelings in words, he pressed his mouth against hers.
He made one last effort to keep the kiss fatherly, then his tongue slid into her mouth. She was struggling under him, but that didn't prevent him from caressing her tongue with his, or from pressing his fingers gently against her maidenhead.
Her maidenhead! The knowledge that his daughter was as pure and innocent as he had always thought sent a shiver of excitement coursing up his spine. He was going to be her first man. He was going to initiate her into the secrets of sex.
I must be nuts. Fuck my own daughter? He pulled his lips away from hers. His hand trembled as he removed it from her cunt.
I'm not going to fuck her, I'm not, he told himself.
Suzy lay on the grass quivering with a fear and excitement she did not understand. She didn't know whether to cry, or what. She was so confused. His hand had felt so good on her cunt, and she had liked the way his tongue had pressed against hers, but it was wrong. She knew it was. He should stop doing things like that which made her all confused. But as she looked in his face and saw the tension there, she knew she didn't dare say anything for fear of hurting his feelings. He had always been such a good father. She would do anything to keep him from being unhappy. Anything. She shuddered as she realized the full implications of that word. There was sexual excitement in that shudder, too.
Frank's cock felt like it was going to snap in two if he didn't give it some relief. He was still trying to keep from touching her, though. He knew he should tell her to put her clothes on, but he couldn't bear the idea of not being able to look at her lovely young body any more. Her breasts were so small and pert, her skin so white and smooth. Without thinking, he bent down and kissed one nipple. He sucked the pink nub into his mouth. This time there was no resistance. She was too confused to protest. She didn't know what she should do. Letting her father do this was wrong, she thought, but she didn't want to deny him anything he wanted.
Besides, she was getting horny. Her nipples were taut, her cunt awash with female lubricant, and every nerve in her body was tingling.
Frank fumbled with the zipper of his pants, then pulled it down. Pow! His cock punched out hard against the white fabric of his underpants. He hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled his shorts down. His prick bobbed free, instantly expanding to its full length. Frank was a virile man who had had his share of hard-ons in his life, but his cock was stiffer now than he could remember it ever being before.
At the sight of it, Suzy gave a little quiver. She had often wondered what a "man's thing" looked like, but had never seen one in the flesh before.
Frank kissed each of her nipples one more time, then started working his mouth down towards her crotch. He went very slowly, kissing and licking the smooth skin of her chest and belly. She giggled as he ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of her belly button. It was an innocent, girlish giggle that made him pant with desire.
On down he went to her pubic triangle. Her pussy hair was rather sparse, but blonde and curly and nice. He slipped the tip of his tongue back and forth across the dividing line between the hairless and hairy skin. That made her giggle some more, and writhe her hips in excitement. It was all a game to her. A naturally innocent, playful girl is easily won over to the idea of sex as an innocent, playful activity. The action of his tongue was getting her virginal body more and more excited, and her moral scruples were being pushed farther and farther into the background by her awakening sexual desires.
He took several deep breaths through his nose, and noticed what a rich, wonderful smell the girl had, despite the fact that she was so young. She was brand-new, but fully equipped and ready, at least as far as her body was concerned. Her response was more that of an innocent little girl, though all this sexual activity was making quite an impression on it.
Frank moved his face down lower so that he could get a really good look at her vagina.
It's the most perfect little twat I've ever seen, Frank though, and along with lust he felt a strong fatherly pride that he had been able to help produce such a perfect little woman-child.
Her hips were still narrow, having not yet taken on the full sweep of maturity, but already there was more of a curve to them than male hips would ever have. And between her soft thighs nestled her exquisite cunt. Two soft pink labia that covered her clit in neat folds.
Not too big and not too small Frank thought. He didn't like it when a woman's cuntlips were really huge, but at the same time he liked to have something to wrap his tongue around.
Her cuntlips had several little drops of moisture on them, as did the surrounding hairs. The way her legs were spread, he could get a good view of her hymen. It had a small hole in it through which her pussy-fluid oozed.
Suzy was breathing heavily, and her eyes were half closed. She didn't understand why she felt this way, but she knew it was nice. Her father was going to make love to her, and that was what she wanted. His kissing, and licking, and nipple-sucking had lit her female fires for the first time, and they were burning with a hard, clear flame. She was frightened, but she was eager, too.
Her cunt was so delightful to look at that Frank kept gazing at it and sniffing it for almost a minute, even though his whole body was aching with come-need. He placed his lips against her labia and kissed them. A shudder of pleasure passed through her delicate little body. His tongue slid out of his mouth and darted over her crinkly pink cunt-flesh, thrilling to the taste of her female juices.
"Daddy ... Daddy," she murmured. Nothing in the world could feel as good as her cunt felt now. All her hesitation was forgotten as she felt his tongue work back and forth over her pussy.
Frank was going wild between her legs. Every part of her cunt was so nice that he didn't know where to concentrate his attention. He flicked her clit; but that caused such a violent shudder that he remember that he had better be careful if he didn't want to have her come right away. So he concentrated on the less sensitive labia for a while, but soon turned his attention to the vagina itself.
What really fascinated him was her maidenhead. He looked at it with a combination of raging lust and curiosity. He poked his tongue against it and it yielded slightly. He didn't want to break it, though. A woman's maidenhead should yield only to a cock, he thought.
The hole in her hymen permitted quite a lot of cunt-juice to ooze out, and Frank licked at it eagerly. His daughter was a child and a woman. It was the combination that excited him so much.
Suzy was pressing her little shoulders against the grass, and tossing her head from side to side.
Frank's tongue darted here, there, everywhere, licking away at her tingling pussy. He believed that waiting for a come made it all the better, so when he felt she was close to her orgasm, he would move his tongue away to her outer labia, or her pubic triangle, or some less sensitive place like that, so as to give her a chance to cool down.
His balls literally ached. He longed to take his cock in his hand and squeeze and stroke it until relief came in a series of powerful gushes, but he knew that if he did that he would regret it. He wanted to come inside Suzy's little body, and though he could often manage two shots in a row, he felt his cock should be in top form to initiate her.
Suzy was so worked up that she hardly knew what she was doing. She hardly knew that he was cupping her delicate, budding breasts, and pressing them against her chest, while rubbing the palms of his hands against her swollen nipples. Instinct was really taking over.
"Daddy ... I can't.. . I can't...."
Frank guessed from the tone of her voice that what she was trying to say was that she couldn't take much more of this tongue-action, that the tantalization was driving her out of her head. Well, he couldn't keep his prick waiting much longer, either. He slid his tongue up her labia towards her clit. She didn't know much about her sex-organs, but she did know that when her father licked her clit earlier, an overwhelming wave of pleasure hit her. This time, it would bring relief.
Closer and closer his tongue-tip came to her supercharged little fun-button. At the very last second, Frank sent it gliding away again, though, and her whole body quivered with frustration.
Back it came once more, and again it seemed like it was going to be pulled away, when all of a sudden Frank laid a series of licks across her pebble-hard clit.
"Ah! Ah! AHHHHH!" she gasped as her come hit in wave after wave of mind-blowing, pussy-busting sensation. Her hips bucked and heaved as every muscle in her body seemed to unwind at once.
Frank pressed his lips against her labia and rode with the punches. Then, while his daughter lay there on the grass, gasping and exhausted, he started to lick again.
He knew from experience that it was not possible to lick a girl dry. The more you lick, the more pussy-juice she secretes. But even though the task was futile, he thought, it was fun.
There was another reason why he kept on licking, even though the girl's twat was so sensitive now that it could hardly stand to be touched. He knew from his own experience that a come is often followed by a kind of sobering-up period, sometimes even a period of mild depression. He did not want that for Suzy, at least not until he had had a chance to get his rocks off inside her. Frank was a very considerate father, and normally would not have tried to manipulate his daughter's feelings for his own satisfaction. But licking her cunt had gotten him worked up into a state that was only half rational. He simply had to have her.
Suzy lay back in the grass, gasping and panting for breath. She could hardly believe the sensation she had just experienced. The come that her father had given her was the first she had ever experienced, and it had left her head spinning. That, plus the constant attentions of his tongue on her pussy kept her from having any real feeling of letdown.
Frank could tell that her motor was still running, and he figured that he could get some relief for his prick at last.
"Suzy, darling," he said, lifting his mouth from her moist cunt, "I want to make love to you."
"Daddy ... Daddy...." She felt too lightheaded to really give him an answer, but he could tell from the tone of her voice that she wanted him to go ahead.
He got on top of her and positioned the tip of his cock against her maidenhead. The feeling of pressure there brought her back to her senses, and she was suddenly filled with the traditional female fear of defloration.
"This may hurt a bit, honey, but I'll try to be careful," Frank said.
"I understand, Daddy," she said, nodding her pretty blonde head timidly."
"Of course," he went on, "with a lot of women, there isn't any problem at all. The reason for this is.. . "
His cock was in! It was an old trick, and it never failed to work. Talk to them, then shove your cock in, right in mid-sentence, when they least expect it. Frank knew that with a lot of things, such as taking off a bandage or getting in a cold swimming pool, discomfort is mainly a matter of expecting it.
His quick shove had carried his prick straight through the weak membrane, and now his cock was inside her, sliding back and forth on a mixture of love-juice and blood.
Suzy quickly forgot the sharp, brief stab of pain as he moved his prick back and forth inside her. She guessed what his strategy had been, and was grateful to her father for being so concerned about minimizing her discomfort.
Just as he had known earlier that he was taking good pictures, Frank knew that he was doing a superb job of fucking his daughter. He was so carried away with come-need that fucking his daughter was something which didn't bother him in the least.
She was the nicest little girl in the world, he thought, as he pressed his cock against her soft, wet cunt walls. He had never fucked a female this young before, and it occurred to him he might have been missing something by limiting himself to older women.
Even in the confused whirl of his thoughts there were some things that stood out clearly. He had long craved his daughter, and he had simply refused to admit the fact to himself. He was now aware that that, subconsciously, had been the reason he asked her to pose for him. Well, he had gotten his wish at last, and his undulating back muscles and iron-hard prick were making the most of it!
Her little body trembled beneath him. She had no experience at all, but something about the movement of her hips told him that she had a good instinct for sex. She was going to be quite a woman one day.
Frank's balls were pulled up against the root of his prick as tight as they could go. His whole cock felt like it was going to explode, but somehow he held himself back. He always prided himself that he could give a good, long fuck that left the girl plenty of time to get worked up to her come, and this time was no exception. Not that there was any sign that Suzy needed a lot of time to get to her blast-off point. Already, her cunt was clutching frantically at her father's cock with every thrust that he gave, as if it was afraid of letting it go. As if it wanted to have Daddy's dick inside it forever, all hard and frantic and fantastically male!
Frank bucked and heaved, sweat standing out on his forehead, his cock rubbing against her labia, pulling the delicate female folds across her aching clit. They were both very, very close to their comes.
He cupped her delicate breasts and squeezed them. He did not want to cause them any discomfort. His daughter was so wonderful.... He wanted to make sure that she never felt anything in her life but pleasure.
Her eyes were glazed, and she was emitting little moans and gasps with every thrust of her father's cock inside her.
The next stroke would do it. He knew that. He pulled way, way back, and rested for an instant with his cock almost outside of her cunt, only the thick head remaining inside her. She trembled with anticipation and irrational fear that he might take his cock the rest of the way out and leave her stranded without the come she so desperately needed.
Then, he started to slide it back in ....
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
In his prick went, the irresistible force pressing apart her tender cunt walls, probing, burying itself inside her.
He felt his prick go numb, and his back muscles give a final tensing. He rammed his rod the rest of the way home, and sensation flooded back into his prick as it fired gob after gob of man-cream into her cunt with the nervous rapidity of a machine gun!
Suzy gasped as she felt the sperm spatter against the entrance to her womb and his cock quiver against the walls of her vagina. Then, all of a sudden, she was over the top and coming like all get out!
Her hips bucked, and jerked, and heaved as the pent-up fuck-frenzy in her body ripped loose at once, every nerve firing as she came, and came, and came!
At last they were done. They lay on the grass panting in each other's arms. Both of the reveled in the feeling of relaxation and closeness that followed their come, but soon another feeling started to creep over them like cold water in a warm bath-guilt. Frank had not yet pulled his cock out, but even as he enjoyed the feel of his daughter's tight twat around his still half-hard prick, Frank found himself more and more conscious of what he had done. To seduce a thirteen-year-old girl is bad enough, he figured, but to seduce his own daughter! It was incest that the two of them had committed, or rather that he had made her commit with him. The big taboo. Number one in everyone's bad book. He wasn't a man readily bound by moral conventions, but the power of the Oldest Taboo was still enough to get at his conscience and make his prick, which could normally stay half hard inside a cunt for some time shrivel up to nothing.
What have I done to her? he asked himself. What the fuck have I done?
He had taken an innocent little teenage girl, he realized, and introduced her to sex by way of mankind's most forbidden act.
Suzy felt just as uncomfortable as her father. When they had been fucking, her new felt passion had carried her way beyond any concern for morality. But she was back on earth, now, and had landed hard. She had not been the seducer, so she did not have her father's feeling of responsibility. What made her so unhappy was her confusion. She had been strictly raised, and her head, until then, had contained only the most innocent sexual thoughts-fantasizing what it would be like to be married to certain movie stars or certain boys at school. Now her own father had indicated that sex outside of marriage was perfectly okay, even sex between father and daughter.
She had enjoyed the tongue-job and the fuck a great deal. If having sex with just anyone you wanted was wrong-and that was the kind of thing she had previously been told-how could it be so much fun? And if it was so much fun, how could she resist temptation in the future? Suzy was a bright girl, and she knew that whether sex with her father was wrong or not, there would be plenty more of it if that was what he wanted. But how could he want something if it was wrong for her? She just couldn't get her thoughts straight.
Frank pulled his limp cock out of his daughter's cunt.
"Well, I guess we have enough pictures," he said lamely. He knew he should say something about what they had just done to try and put it in perspective, but he felt too embarrassed to talk.
It was only when she finally dressed and they were getting into the car to drive home that he said to her, "I guess I ... I got carried away. I'm sorry. I hope that someday you'll be able to forgive me."
"It wasn't all your fault, Daddy," she said. She did not want her father to be burdened with all of the guilt.
"I guess we'll just have to be careful not to do it again," Frank said. "Uh huh."
And right at that moment, both of them meant it.
That night was a different story. Frank had a good fuck with his wife Betty, who in spite of her cast was as horny as ever and as skilled in the sack. But a couple of hours later he woke up with a massive hard-on. He looked over at Betty, whom he knew didn't usually mind being woken up for a fuck. But even though she was very attractive, he knew she wasn't what he wanted right then.
No, I won't do it, he thought, and rolled over and buried his face into the pillow, as if that would somehow shut out his lustful thoughts of Suzy.
He had been dreaming of her just before he woke up with his hard-on. Dreaming of how warm and soft her cunt was, and how good it smelled. That was why he had the erection, which gave no sign of wanting to go away. His prick knew perfectly well what it wanted, namely Suzy's cute little cunt, and it wouldn't give him any peace until he let it have what it wanted.
Frank tried desperately to think of other things, but Suzy kept forcing her way back into his mind. There was no way he could go to sleep while he had this massive boner. The only other thing he could do to get rid of it would be to beat off.
He put his hand against his cock and gave it a stroke, but he knew that masturbating next to his wife was not practical. The bed was very springy, and she was a light sleeper. It was possible that she would wake up and ask why he was beating off instead of having another fuck with her. He would then have to fuck her, making it impossible for him to enjoy his fantasies about Suzy while pumping it to his wife. It wouldn't be too easy to enjoy fantasizing about Suzy and beating off with his wife next to him, breathing lightly.
Frank eased his way carefully out of bed and left the room so as to go masturbate in the bathroom. There was a big, soft rug on the floor he could lie on, and he could even whisper Suzy's name aloud while he beat his meat. His cock, and for that matter, his whole body and mind, was in such a state of need that he forgot that the way to the bathroom led past his daughter's bedroom door.
He shivered with excitement as he walked past it. He took a few steps farther, but just as his hand touched the bathroom doorknob he thought, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a peek at her. Fuel for my fantasies, and unless I can keep them going, I may end up with my hands all over her again sometime.
He retraced his steps. He could feel his heart hammering away inside his chest as he placed his hand on the doorknob of Suzy's room. Inside, there she would be, all young and tender .... He , knew that this was his last chance to turn back, that going into her room would be like deciding to fuck her, because his self-control could not possibly stand up to the sight of her lying in bed. He knew too that he couldn't walk away from her door without opening it.
I can't help it, I can't help it, I can't help it.... he murmured to himself mechanically. He could feel the sweat stand out on his forehead, and the aching stiffness of his cock. He pushed the door open.
The sight was everything he had hoped for. Light from the streetlamp outside was shining in on her. Her hair glistened like gold on the pillow, and her big eyelashes looked like they might flutter open with surprise at any moment, even though the sound of her regular breathing told him that his daughter was asleep.
He tiptoed over to the bed. His throat felt like sand had been poured down it, and his balls were jammed up against the root of his prick, making it difficult to walk.
Although Frank wanted to sit on her bed, he was afraid that doing so would wake her up. He had no idea what her reaction would be if she did wake up. She was too sensible a girl to scream, but he was afraid that she would feel disappointed in him, and that he would be able to read the disappointment in her eyes. He had promised her that they would never make love again, and here he was about to fuck her again.
Frank wasn't very good at controlling his desires, but he could judge their strength. He could tell when a craving was so strong that he was going to have to give way to it. He took her blanket and lifted it gently, while holding his breath. Still, her regular breathing continued.
"Jesus!" he whispered as he saw her body lying there exposed. She was stark naked. He could see every detail. The light from the street coming in through her window even cast shadows that gave certain parts of her body greater relief. Her nipples, for instance, had shadows that ran across the surface of her breasts.
Frank's hands trembled with longing to caress those soft breasts. He was making a last effort to control himself, so he turned his attention elsewhere. That wasn't much help, since "elsewhere" turned out to be her cunt. She was lying on her back with her legs slightly parted. Though the shadows made it difficult for Frank to see all he would have liked to, he was able to make out the important things, like the fluffy hair, the soft folds of her labia, the clit timidly peeping out from between the latter's folds.
He took a deep whiff and caught her delicate cunt-odor, which was at once girlish and womanly. His self-control collapsed.
He touched her cheek with his right hand. Her eyes opened suddenly.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, I've been so bad!"
"You, bad?"
"I knew you were in the room. I heard you come in, and I wanted you to be here. I wanted it. But I wanted to pretend that I was asleep, so you would make love to me-se I could tell myself that it was all your fault!"
She started to cry, and Frank felt overwhelmed by her honesty. He loved her so much, and she was unhappy! He pressed her head against his chest, and she took comfort from the strength of his arms. She whispered, "oh, I do want you, Daddy. I've been thinking about you for hours!"
"Shhhh," he whispered, and lay her head back against the pillow. Tenderly, he spread her legs, while she lay there passive and happy. Her conscience bothered her, but she was still happy, for she was about to get fucked by her father, and that was what counted. That morning she had still been a little girl, despite her budding breasts now, she was a woman, with a woman's needs. Frank was aware of it, and felt both guilt and pride at the transformation he had caused.
He got into position on top of her, and slid his cock into her cunt. This time, there was no maidenhead, so her body offered no resistance to his invading tool, his mighty, throbbing prick. She was open and willing, a female with inner spaces needing to be filled.
Frank paused a moment once his cock was all the way in. He liked the feeling of having his prick resting inside her, all firm and ready. Her twat was tight, but it was getting wetter with every passing second, so there was no friction problem to worry about.
"Ready, honey?" he asked.
"Please, Daddy, I want you so badly!"
A good-looking female who told Frank that she
"wanted him so badly" didn't usually have to wait long for some action. He pressed his lips against Suzy's and slid his tongue into her mouth. While his hands trailed back and forth over the surface of her tits, he started to slide his cock back and forth inside her cunt.
The first time they had fucked, he had noticed the distinctive undulations she had given, the counter-thrusts of her hips which met the motions of his cock. This time they were even more noticeable, as her sexual ability continued to blossom. Experience was bringing out what she had always had inside her.
His hands wandered all over her tits, though it was her nipples that got most of his attention. They were stiff and hard with excitement when he started in on them, but he managed to make them even stiffer and harder, until they were swollen to about three times their normal size and were so tender that they could hardly bear to be touched. The pressure of his fingers was so tantalizing as to be agony, but it was the kind of agony that women never want to have stop.
Frank was frantic for an orgasm, but his consideration for his daughter was strong enough to keep him. from just bucking away like a jackrabbit until he came. He started out slowly, then picked up speed gradually, even though holding himself back at first required a tremendous amount of willpower.
Since she responded so quickly, it wasn't long until his cock could pick up speed, sliding away like crazy on the thick film of female lubricant coating the inside of her cunt. He was giving her good, deep strokes that made her whole body shiver with delight. His cock had never felt so hard, and he couldn't remember having ever enjoyed a fuck more!
As for little Suzy, what had happened in the woods repeated itself in the bedroom. Her doubts and fears melted away before the cunt-heat her father's cock generated. She was gasping and panting and her pelvis was throbbing in time to her father's cock-strokes.
They were both right on the brink, so he slammed his cock in again, and again, and again .... "
With one final thrust, his prick erupted into a geyser of man cream, shooting and shooting, while her cunt trembled and quivered around it, and while her dainty body tried to buck and heave under his weight.
It was quite a come, and when they had finished, there was less guilt than there had been in the woods, and more joy at being together. Incest, strong though the taboo against it is, is something which can be gotten used to. There was a certain amount of resignation in their attitude too. They knew now they just couldn't break off their physical relationship.
In the woods, Frank was afraid he was exploiting his daughter. Now he knew that she wanted to fuck with him as badly as he wanted to fuck with her.
This time, his cock stayed hard inside her as they lay there together.
CHAPTER TWO
"Nice day for photography, don't you think?" Frank asked his daughter as he turned the car up the dirt road that led to the woods."
"Uh huh," she said, and then added, "and maybe for something else, too."
Frank glanced in her direction and noticed the sly smile on her face. The sly and timid smile. She was adorable. In the course of the last week, she had managed to get rid of more and more of her guilt about fucking with her father. But even though she now openly admitted to herself how much she enjoyed sex, there was still something very impish and little-girlish about her. Sex for her was just one more activity which she enjoyed, like horseback riding and playing the piano. The only difference, to her natural way of looking at things, was that she enjoyed sex more.
The car came to a stop in a clearing that marked the end of the dirt road, and they got out and headed into the woods, towards the most secluded part. There, they would be safe from prying eyes.
Both of them walked quite quickly, despite the leaves and branches covering the ground. Neither Frank's cock nor Suzy's cunt was in much of a mood to wait. He could feel how his organ was straining against the crotch of his pants, and as for her, her nylon panties were already sopping wet.
Frank held his photography satchel in his hand, for in addition to the fucking, some pictures were in fact planned.
When they finally reached a deserted clearing, Suzy started to unbutton her cotton dress.
"Ah no, let your poor old father give you a hand," Frank said. One thing that he discovered the first time he ever fucked was how exciting it was to undress the girl. Maybe that was because compared to a guy's clothes, women's clothing was so strange and exotic, just like women were kind of exotic, when you got right down to it. Particularly when you got right down to sticking your cock in that luscious hole they had.
Suzy laughed. One thing that she had already learned in the week she had spent as a non-virgin was that her father knew what was fun in sex. She didn't know whether all men were that skillful, since he was the only one who had balled her. But she did know that he was very adept at giving her pleasure.
She was not to be disappointed, this time. He stepped over to her and gave her a long, passionate kiss on the nape of the neck while unbuttoning the dress. Once it was actually unbuttoned, he reached in and started to caress her tits.
As he felt the nipples harden through the gauze-like nylon, Frank found his cock cramming itself even more desperately against his pants. It wanted its freedom. Well, that wasn't exactly true, he reasoned, since once it was clear of his clothing, the next thing that it would want would be to be imprisoned inside of Suzy's tight, warm, wet twat. Hopefully it wouldn't have too long to wait before its wish was fulfilled.
He reached around behind her and undid the hooks on her bra. A woman he had once known had told him that he was the only man whom she knew who could undo a bra with any amount of dexterity.
As soon as the garment was off, Frank bent his head down and kissed both nipples in succession. It was fantastic to feel the things actually stiffen up some more between his lips.
Meanwhile, his left hand had slid under Suzy's skirt and was feeling up her crotch.
"Mmmmmm, if I don't take those off, you'll get chapped lips," he said to her as he kneaded her labia through the soggy nylon of her panties. One reason that he liked undressing women was because he interpreted the term "undressing" in a rather liberal sense.
Once her panties were down, his fingers could really go to town on her cunt. He felt her shudder as he pressed his thumb against her cuntlips while worming his fingers up her vagina.
"Gynecologists do this, I've been told," he said, as he felt the inside of her twat with his fingers, "and get paid for it."
Her cotton dress fell to the ground, and she was naked in front of him with her small, firm tits and smooth skin.
Just as he was about to reach for his zipper, he felt her hands there. And she had that sly, timid smile on her face again.
"You're learning fast," he said.
"Got a good teacher."
His zipper came down, followed by his pants and underpants. They embraced, and as he felt his cock press against her belly, Frank remembered a position he hadn't used in years. It was a lot of fun, as he remembered it.
He pressed one of his hands against the inside of her right thigh as a signal to her to spread her legs slightly as she stood there. She understood, and as soon as she had complied, he bent his legs so as to bring the tip of his cock below the level of her crotch. Then, while his left hand continued to play with her tits, he used the right one to guide the tip of his penis into the entrance to her vagina.
Suzy guessed what her father was up to, and she tensed with anticipation.
Frank unbent his legs, and that sent his cock sliding up into her vagina, pressing apart the tender cunt-walls. At last, it was all the way in. Frank still had to keep his legs somewhat bent, since he was so much taller than his thirteen-year-old daughter, but that didn't bother him. The pressure of her cunt on his cock was compensation enough for anything.
He just stood there a second, then started to work his penis up and down inside her twat by flexing and relaxing his legs. It took a while for him to remember the exact technique, but he had a pretty tenacious memory, particularly when it came to fucking, and it wasn't long at all until he was going like crazy inside her.
Suzy felt little thrills zing up and down her spine. For some reason, she found the very strangeness of the position-she didn't know much about sex, but she had always assumed it was done lying down-exciting in itself. Her Daddy was so clever.
She had far too much innate sexual ability than to just stand there like a stump while her father's prick worked up and down inside her moist vagina, though. Soon, she tried to make little motions herself by raising herself on tip-toes. Frank guessed what it was that his daughter was up to, and to give her a chance to play the active role for a while, he stopped moving and just stood there with his knees bent and his rigid cock poking up into her. Because he had his knees bent so much, it was relatively easy for Suzy to raise and lower herself over the cock by raising and lowering herself on the balls of her feet.
She enjoyed having a chance to play the active role, but she really felt that her father should be the one in charge, after all. So after a minute of sliding her cunt over his cock, she stood still. He understood the signal, and took over again.
He was holding her close to him to steady her. He wished that he had thought to back her up against a tree or something of that sort. Well, it was too late to worry about that now. Both of them were already in far too great a state of excitement to think of breaking off so as to move to another spot.
Again and again he thrust his dork into her, and she shuddered with pleasure every time that she felt the hard, thick cock invade her body, sliding on the female fluids which she was producing so copiously.
As for him, he felt his balls tighten up in readiness to shoot his wad. His whole cock seemed to be charged with some kind of electricity. It would just take a bit more work to get a lightning bolt.
Only a few more strokes were needed. He laid them into her one after the other, and on the fifth one, he felt her cunt suddenly clutch spasmodically at his cock, while her hips trembled and she let out a long moan.
That was all it took to get him off. The instant he felt her tender teenage body tremble in the throes of its come, his prick began to shoot and shoot like there was no tomorrow, sending the contents of his balls gushing up into her pussy.
"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHH!" she gasped as she felt her father unload into her while her own body continued to buck and heave.
Then it was over. They stood there together, wobbling back and forth a bit, like drunks trying to stand. Both of them were panting and gasping like stranded whales. It had been kind of an exhausting fuck, though a very, very satisfying one.
Frank eased his cock out of her twat, and it was followed by a mixture of female lubricant and male come, which dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
"Daddy, you're so fantastic," she said, her eyes glittering with hero worship. She couldn't imagine how she had ever been dumb enough to be interested in movie stars and people like that, when she had someone like her father around. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead.
"Shall we get on with the picture-taking?" he asked.
"Might as well," she said impishly, lifting her breasts slightly with the tips of her fingers. "After all, I'm dressed for it."
"Okay, honey," he said. "Now why don't you sit on that rock and pull your knees up. You'll have to kind of balance on your ass to do it. That's a girl!"
The way she was sitting, her cunt was totally exposed. In fact, the opening of her vagina was pulled apart a bit, so that it was possible for Frank to see up the hole somewhat. It was an opportunity which he took full advantage of.
"Now, first a close-up," he said, and placing his camera about a foot away from her twat, he clicked the shutter. He stepped back and re-adjusted the setting, before taking another shot. Then back again. The idea was to get a series of photographs which were all identical in that they were centered on her twat, but which differed in that being taken from farther and farther away, they showed more and more of the rest of her.
'Think Photographer's Monthly will like this?" she asked with that smile of hers. Her father laughed. He could just imagine what the super-staid, super-serious editors of that magazine would say if they got a bunch of photographs of a thirteen-year-old's cunt.
These photographs were not, of course, going to be sent there, or anywhere else. They were for Frank's "private collection". Since he was currently obsessed with his daughter's cunt, it made perfectly good sense to him that he should make photographic "studies" of it. The only difference between these studies and the ones he had made of trees, patterns of light and shade, and so forth, was that these were not going to be shown to his wife Betty. She was under the illusion that her husband and daughter had gone back to the woods together to take some more of the innocuous, super-stylized art poses that he was, in fact, going to submit to the prestigious photo magazine.
"Mmmmmm, let's see, how else can we pose you," Frank wondered aloud.
"How about this, Daddy?" she said, and when he looked he saw that she had stuck two of the fingers of her right hand up her cunt.
"Perfect!" he said, clicking the shutter. "Now why don't you stick the same two fingers of the left hand in your mouth at the same time, so as to give the impression that you're sucking your own cunt-juices off of them."
"I have a better idea than that, Daddy," she said. She pulled the fingers of her right hand out of her cunt and put them in her mouth, where she really did begin to suck the cunt-juice off of them. Meanwhile, she stuck the same fingers of the other hand up her cunt.
"Sorry," her father said, "I should have thought of that. Didn't mean to deprive you of any fun."
She laughed and switched hands again, putting the newly moistened left-hand fingers in her mouth.
"Actually," he said, "we can do a whole masturbation series."
"To tell the truth," Suzy said, "I've never masturbated."
"You're kidding!"
"No, Daddy, it's the honest truth. Before you ... initiated me, I was too innocent, I guess, and afterwards, you've kept my pussy too busy for me to need to give myself any attention of that sort."
"I'll take that as a compliment, since you're giving signs of being insatiable, and if you are able to be that satisfied with me, I must be some kind of a superman," Frank said with a laugh.
"Anyway," she said, "since you've taught me what all the more sensitive parts of my cunt are, I think I'll be able to figure out what's involved.
Why don't you photograph me experimenting?"
Frank thought that that was a good idea. His daughter made herself comfortable in the grass, while her father knelt just a few feet away, camera at the ready. Suzy started out by caressing her tits, pinching and teasing the nipples into a state of frantic hardness. Frank got shots of that, and was planning on enlarging some of them so that the picture, when cropped, would show nothing but the fingertips and the nipple.
Then, she slid her left hand down her belly, while the right continued to play with her tits. When it reached her pubic triangle, she tugged gently on the blond hair growing there, then moved the fingers on down towards the cunt proper.
Frank was very busy with his camera, getting all of this on film, but he was not too busy to get extremely excited. His cock didn't have to press against his pants any more, for the simple reason that he had not bothered to get dressed after the stand-up fuck. Suzy saw that it was already stiff again. It gave her a little thrill of pride that she was able to get a second rise out of her father so soon after he had shot off his first one.
Her forefinger was sliding back and forth in the groove which marked the bottom of her vaginal "V". She sometimes pressed the clit, but found that she had to be just about as careful with that eager little organ as her father usually was. After all, she didn't want the show to be over before her father had gotten all the pictures he wanted.
This little beat-off session wasn't just for show, though. Her fingers really were rubbing against her labia, and the result was inevitable. Soon she was gasping and panting, and wriggling her ass against the ground. The effect of all this on Frank was to drive him just about clear out of his skull with come-need. He had made plenty of women hot before, but usually from such close range that he didn't have any chance to really observe the effects. This was the first time that he had ever seen the female excitement process this clearly.
"Mmmmmm! Fuck! Ohhh!" she gasped, arching her back and cupping her steamy twat with her fingers. She pressed her thumb against her clit, and the come ripped through her like a flash flood, while Frank diligently clicked his shutter to record the way in which her slim young body writhed and jerked in excitement.
"Have a nice time?" he asked as she lay there gasping. He tried to keep the tone of his voice light, so that she wouldn't realize just how frantic for a come he was himself. If she knew, she would insist on taking care of him right away, and he was sure that she needed some time to get her breath back.
She wasn't fooled. There wasn't much way he could disguise how horny he was, anyway, not with his cock sticking out so rigid it almost hurt to look at.
"Daddy, I can't just let you stand around like that."
"Darling, you need to get your breath back."
"How can I when I'm all worried about the fact that you're so uncomfortable?" she asked.
"Look, why don't we just wait a moment, then you'll be all rested .... "
"I know, Daddy," she said, "why don't I feel you off? You can tell me how men do it to themselves. Then we can have our picnic, and after that, I'm sure that you'll be in good form again."
Given the way his cock felt, that was an irresistible offer to Frank. He knew that he certainly wouldn't be able to relax enough to enjoy lunch if his cock was still in its present condition.
"Or you could suck on it," he said.
"That sounds like fun. Which would you like?" she asked.
"I dunno. I've had plenty of women blow me in my time, but I've never had one beat me off," he said. "It sounds like it might be kind of different."
"Ah, I have it," she said. "I'll beat you off, and hold my mouth close, so that your sperm will go inside it."
"Suzy, you have a great future ahead of you as a woman," Frank said. He put his camera back in the case and lay down on the grass. He gave his daughter a quick demonstration of how to work his cock with her hand so as to get him to come. She positioned herself next to him and started in holding her mouth right up close to the end of his prick so that when it fired its load, the stuff would go in there.
She started out rather hesitantly at first, since she had never done this before, or for that matter, never actually had a cock in her hand. Since they had started having sex a week ago, her father had been meaning to show her how to give him a blow-job, but had never actually gotten around to it. Once again, however, she showed that natural aptitude for sex which she had and which had already impressed her father on more than one occasion. It didn't take long at all before she got the hang of what she was doing, and soon the strokes that she was giving her father were as skilful as any he could remember giving himself in the past.
He thought it was delightful to lie back in the grass like this, with no exertion, not a care in the world, and have a pretty young teenage girl work his cock. He was becoming more and more excited, but the very nature of the activity allowed himself a certain detachment.
II I were a sultan, I think I'd have a girl give me a hand-job every hour or so, he thought. He remembered reading somewhere about how in the old days in Paris, there was a whole class of prostitutes who did nothing but give hand-jobs, and who earned a good living that way. They wouldn't dream of letting any clients make use of their cunts. According to the article, they were called les filles de la Mere Poignet-Mother. Wrist's Daughters.
Suzy's wrist-action is certainly fine, he thought, his mind wandering. She really knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure. It amazed him that he was able to think in this idle, whimsical fashion while his prick got more and more frantic for a come. It was as if there were a complete separation between that part of his body which was above his waist, and that part which was below.
There could certainly be no doubt about what the part below his waist thought of all the action it was getting. His balls, which Suzy kept playing with with her other hand, were almost aching in their eagerness to shoot, and his prick itself felt like it was some kind of glowing hot poker.
With all this wild come-hunger, Suzy was keeping him just below the boiling point, doing everything that she possibly could to prolong this delightful interlude. She certainly wasn't working on the basis of experience, either. It was just that natural instinct that she had. She could feel just when his cock was getting ready to go, and then she would ease up on it a bit, perhaps even let go of it altogether for a while, so as to give it a chance to cool off.
Frank's whimsical thoughts were becoming more and more disorganized as the animal hunger in his genitals spread up his body, until the whole of him was aglow with come-need. He was panting and gasping, and flexing the muscles in his legs as if to try and get the come to hit earlier that way.
Suzy realized that her father really couldn't take much more of this, so after giving a final fondle with her left hand to his taut balls, she pressed the fingers of her other hand as hard as she could against the sensitive spot where the knob of his prick joined the shaft.
"Oh, MAN!" Frank gasped as he felt the effect that that caused in his whanger. Then suddenly, it was gushing, quivering between her delicate, feminine fingers and pumping away like crazy straight into her little pink mouth.
Frank shuddered and gasped as his balls seemed like they were going to go on forever or until he was pumped inside out. Whichever came first, like in a car warranty.
A final gob, and Frank lay back panting.
II I were a Sultan, maybe I'd have to have this done a lot less often than I thought at first, or I'd be worn out in no time, he reflected.
As for Suzy, she was sitting there on the grass with a rather smug little smile on her face. One reason for the smile was that she felt very pleased with herself for having done such a good job on her father's prick. The other reason was that her mouth was full of his sperm.
It was the first time that she had ever had sperm in her mouth, and she had to admit it was delightful. The taste judged as a taste was just so-so, she told herself. But then who would ever think of judging it as a taste. The knowledge that it had come out of a pair of male balls gave it a special quality that nothing else she could put in her mouth would ever have.
In fact, giving her father that hand-job had already gotten her pretty worked up again in the cunt department, but clearly he had to be given time to rest before he could perform, and besides, if they didn't call a break some time, they would simply never get the picnic lunch eaten.
She opened her mouth slightly, and a drop of the sperm in it dribbled down her chin. Her father laughed as he saw that. She moved up close and tilted her head back, so that he could get a good look at the little pool of sperm there between her teeth. Then, she gulped it down in one swallow.
"Taste nice?" Frank asked.
"If my sandwiches taste half as good, I'll be satisfied," she said. There was a trace of a stammer when she mentioned the sandwiches, and Frank knew perfectly well why. When he and she had announced that they were going off into the woods, his wife Betty, who was the soul of kindness, had volunteered to make the lunch for them. But Suzy had felt bothered by this. It seemed sort of unfair to have her make a lunch that they would eat in the middle of a fuck session that violated all her rights as a wife and mother. So Suzy had made the sandwiches, under the pretext that her mother had too much else to do. She had not been able to keep Betty from giving a little help, however, for she had been in the kitchen at the time anyway, doing something else. The sandwiches reminded both Frank and her of the rather shabby way they were acting in regard to Betty.
"I know what you're thinking," he said as he unwrapped one of the sandwiches. He knew now that his daughter was as sensitive as she was intelligent, and that the best thing to do about difficult feelings was to discuss them with her, rather than trying to talk her out of them.
"But what can we do?" Suzy asked, with a shrug of her lovely, slender shoulders. Frank wished she didn't look so sad right at that moment, even though the sadness rather increased her beauty, if anything.
"You're right," he said. "Maybe we should never have started this incest business, but now that we have, I know I can't give up."
"Me neither," she answered. It was not the incest that bothered them so much as the position that it put Betty in. But the more they fucked together, the more they realized that they just didn't have the willpower to go back to the old father-daughter relationship.
"What have we here, though?" Frank said as he reached in the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Cotes-du-Rhone, 1969." Frank was very fond of wine, and had a decent cellar. The fact that he had slipped this bottle into the basket when Suzy wasn't looking, was an indication that he thought the time was ripe to initiate her into the lore of wine, now that she was well launched on the lore of sex.
Suzy clapped her hands and giggled. Despite her natural sensuousness, which was becoming more and more apparent all the time, there was still a fundamental innocence to her, and she regarded being allowed to drink wine as almost more of a sign that she was growing up than the fact that she now fucked regularly.
Her father opened the bottle and poured her some.
"How do you like?"
"It's nice ... I think. It takes a bit of getting used to," she said, sipping rather solemnly, "but I think I like it."
"I'm sure you do," Frank said with a smile. One reason he had brought the wine along was because he had noticed a tendency for his daughter to become a bit depressed at times in the course of their fuck sessions, and he thought that it would be a good means of distracting her and cheering her up to let her drink wine for the first time.
His tactic worked, and the picnic turned into a pleasant little affair. The sandwiches that she had made were very good, as was the wine, but both of them were unable to give their full attention to the meal, since they knew how good the "dessert" was going to be.
Frank kept stealing glances at his pretty little daughter, as she sat cross-legged on the grass, seemingly without a care in the world. Her golden hair hung down around her slender shoulders, and matched her pubic fluff perfectly. That pleased Frank, who had always thought it a pity that with so many women, the bush and the hair on their heads didn't match. She was nibbling away on her sandwich with the same little pink mouth that he had shot his load of spunk into not so very long before. As she breathed, her soft, newly-budded little tits rose and fell with a nice, even rhythm.
With a girl like her to look at, Frank said to himself, no wonder I'm getting hard! Despite the fact that it had really not been very long at all since Suzy had given him the hand-job, his cock was already starting to stir again. Frank knew that at this rate, it wouldn't be long until the thing was ready for action again.
That was good, because Suzy was already pretty cranked up. Like her mother, she was a multi-orgasmic female if there ever was one, and the knowledge that her Daddy was sitting there naked next to her would have been enough to get her excited even if she hadn't kept looking in his direction.
Neither one was sure of just how hot the other was yet, though, and neither wanted to rush the other, either. So they took their time with the picnic, finishing it off with some good cheese and the rest of the wine.
The wine had made Suzy a bit lightheaded, but that just added to her horniness, since it drowned whatever residual inhibitions she had.
"Mmmmmm, Daddy, I feel all nice and warm inside," she said with a smile. "Inside your stomach."
"Uh huh."
"How about elsewhere."
"Oh, my cunt's hot too."
"Well," he said, "let's see if we can think of some way to cool it off." He put his arm around her and kissed her, while pressing his other hand against her crotch.
"That's just making me hotter!"
"Any objections?"
"None in the world," she said. She gave a little hiccup after the word "world"
Frank was a man who always believed that the preliminaries to a fuck were almost as good as the fuck itself. He was never one to be in a great rush to get his cock stuck in. That was why even though his prick was hard enough now to be inserted, he preferred to sit here for the time being kissing the nape of her neck and pressing his fingertips against her labia. She wriggled her hips as she felt him knead and poke her cunt-skin.
"Oh, wow!" she said as he wormed his fingers up her cunt and then pressed the joints against her cunt walls. Her pussy was sopping wet and every now and then he would take his fingers out so as to stick them in his mouth and suck off the female juices. While he was doing that, he kept her from feeling neglected by vigorously working over her tits with his other hand. He was very good at breast-teasing. He would sort of circle his fingers in slowly towards the nipple, and then, just when the eager little button thought that it was going to get the attention that it was screaming for, he would send them circling out again. He was the kind of lover who knew not to carry anything too far, however, and when his daughter's little shoulders were quivering and shuddering with frustration at his tit-action, he moved the fingers back in and started rubbing the right nipple.
"Ohh, Daddy, my tits are so sensitive!" she gasped as she felt her rosebud blossom under the pressure of his fingers.
All of this was getting him incredibly worked up, and he figured that it might be a good idea to really get down to business.
"Shall we fuck, honey?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes!"
"Okay, on your hands and knees," he said. He had never had a dog-style fuck with her, and he figured that it was his pleasant duty to teach her as much as he could about sex.
She did as he said, and he positioned himself behind her. As she rested there on all fours, she panted with excitement. She guessed that for the woman, one of the best things about this position was the uncertainty of just when the lover would stick his cock in. She knew that she could hardly wait.
Frank was still taking his time, though. As a photographer, he had a highly developed sense of form, and that meant that he could get carried away by the grace of certain parts of a woman's anatomy that wouldn't much interest other men. The curve of Suzy's back struck him as incredibly graceful and feminine, and he stroked it like one might stroke a cat. He was also fascinated by her neck and cascading hair, and he reached out to fondle and stroke her there, too.
Suzy was breathing in short, sharp little gasps. She had gotten pretty turned on during the picnic just thinking about her father, and all that nice feeling up of her cunt that she had gotten from him had gotten her even hotter. Now she was waiting on her hands and knees, waiting for his cock.
Frank was too excited to delay any longer, even though he knew that the frustration that he was causing Suzy was the kind of frustration that in the long run is really a kind of pleasure. He moved up closer, and positioned his prick so that the tip of it was resting just inside the entrance to her vagina.
Suzy shuddered as she felt the contact of his manhood, pressing against her in her most feminine spot. It was only the very entrance to her cunt which was forced open at the moment, but she knew that very, very soon the rest of her vagina would open up before the onslaught of his rampant prick.
Frank reached his hands forward and cupped her breasts. They were still very much the breasts of a young girl, but their very smallness excited him, and they were deliciously firm, with the most perfect pair of nipples he had ever come across.
He gave a steady, even shove of his hips, and his cock buried itself in her cunt up to the hilt. She wasn't very deep there, and Frank was good and long, so that the tip of his penis was actually touching the entrance to her womb.
He jiggled his hips a bit, forcing the cock in even more, so that the pressure on her cervix was increased. Then he pulled back and started to really pump.
He started off at a nice, easy tempo, moving his hips back and forth at a steady beat while her own hips undulated in response.
God, she's good, he thought. His daughter seemed to have picked up more technique every time they fucked. At this rate, before a year was out, she'd be a better lay than about ninety per cent of the women he had ever screwed.
All the while, he was rubbing and caressing her breasts, pressing them up against her chest, and pulling on the nipples. She didn't for the life of her know which was driving her crazier: the feeling of her daddy's massive prick sliding back and forth inside her, or the pressure of those skillful hands of his on her super-sensitive tits.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" She gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He had picked up speed and was really laying it into her in stroke after stroke. He could feel his blood racing in his temples as he buried his manhood inside his daughter's twat again and again.
She was gasping and groaning and tossing her head from side to side so that her blond mane danced in front of him.
Christ, what a lay! Frank thought, as he bucked away. His balls were all taut and ready, his cock was aching with its stiffness, but he still wanted to prolong things as much as possible.
Suzy's cunt clutched at his prick with every thrust that it gave. And every time it pulled out, it caused her tender cuntlips to rub against her throbbing clit.
"Gotta come! Gotta come! Gotta come!" she gasped over and over again. But though the fuck was driving her straight out of her little skull, she wanted to have it go on forever. She couldn't stand to have it continue, but she could stand even less to have it stop.
He knew that he had just about gotten the two of them to their blast-off point. That cock of his could only stand the slightest bit more pressure.
Frank pulled back slowly, then rammed home again really hard and fast, and as he did so, his prick started to heave and spasm, shooting its load of man-cream way, way up into Suzy's little pussy. And the feeling of that hard prick quivering away inside her was enough to get Suzy off, too, so that her hips bucked and heaved while her father's rod went on blasting.
"Coming!" she gasped. "Coming so hard! So fucking hard!"
And then they ran out of steam. His prick gave a final little shiver and a couple more drops of come oozed out into a vagina that was awash with the stuff.
"Wheewwwww!" she said. They were both so tired out by the fuck that they stayed in position for about a minute, his cock slowly softening up inside her cunt, his head resting on her back while she continued to support herself of her hands.
Finally, he pulled his cock out. As he did so, some of the mix of pussy-juice and sperm that had filled her twat came oozing out. Threads of the stuff still ran from there to the tip of his prick.
"Think we've got enough pictures?" he said with a grin.
"I think so, Daddy, I think so."
They both dressed slowly, and headed back to the car. This time, they walked more slowly. They were tired, and also, now that the fuck was over, those guilt feelings about Betty started to come back again. They knew that they could chase them away for a while, but they always returned. Betty was one of the nicest people that either of them knew. She was also Frank's wife and Suzy's mother. That was what kept bugging them. The fact that they were doing all this behind the back of someone they were genuinely fond of.
They got into the car and headed down the dirt road. Neither of them said very much.
Betty was all smiles when they came back, just like she always was, and if anything, that made the situation even worse. She asked them if they had had a nice day in the woods, and enjoyed the picnic, and when they had bathed, she served them a delicious dinner.
She was a very perceptive woman, however, and though it had not occurred to her that her husband and daughter might be fucking, she did notice that they seemed a bit depressed, and she couldn't figure out why. She thought that maybe her husband had had some trouble getting the pictures that he wanted, or something like that, but ail her questions about that were met with assurances that the photography had gone very well. She thought that there was something strained about the way in which they assured her how well it had gone, but she did not guess that the reason was that her mere mention of the picture-taking had reminded them of their deceit. After all, she thought that they had been taking artistic pictures like the ones from last week that her husband had shown her. She did not realize that there were strictly erotic poses intended for her husband's arousal.
Well, I guess everyone has depressed moods, she told herself.
That night, when her husband was in bed next to her, she ran her hands across his naked chest.
"What about it, huh?" she asked. She was a woman who liked her sex, and wanted plenty of it, but she was also motivated at this moment by the thought that maybe a nice, hard fuck would cheer her husband up. For some reason, he had not been paying as much attention to her sexually in the last week as he usually did.
For a moment, Frank felt irritated. His wife appealed to him very strongly, but the reason he had not been wanting sex with her in the past week was because the idea of it made him feel guilty. To fuck their daughter, and then to go on and fuck her as if nothing were amiss, struck him as hypocritical and deceitful.
Yet those hands of hers were smooth and cool, and besides, Frank was a man who was always easily aroused. Also, he realized that she had a large sexual appetite, and that it was his duty to take care of it. He turned and kissed her on the lips.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured as he took his lips away, "I'd begun to think you'd forgotten about me."
"No way," he said. She really was desirable, he realized, as he ran his hands over her smooth, softly curving belly, then down to her cunt, which he began to feel up.
She wriggled her hips in delight.
"That just feels so good!" she said.
Her cunt felt pretty good to his fingers, too. As for his cock, it was already standing up as hard and solid as it ever got, and that was very hard and solid indeed.
She spread her legs and he got on top of her. He kissed her neck, and fondled both of her breasts as he positioned his cock.
Betty trembled with anticipation. Maybe her husband was moody sometimes, but when he wanted to turn it on in the sex department, man, could he ever turn it on!
He eased the cock into her very slowly, and she gave a little sigh as she felt him fill her up. Frank had already flung back the blankets, and that meant that she could cross her legs over his back. He liked that. It made her cunt a lot tighter for his prick, and as far as he was concerned, friction was the name of the game.
With everything ready now, he started to work his hips back and forth, sliding his big dork on the pussy-juices she was so energetically secreting.
"Mmmmmm, you're my man!" she gasped. That gave him a moment's pause, when he realized that after all, unknown to her he was someone else's man, too.
The feeling of her cunt around his hard dick was too exciting for him to allow himself to be distracted for long, however, and his cock kept right on bucking.
Unlike her daughter, Betty had big tits, with really large, dark nipples. Frank realized that both kinds were great in their place. His daughter's small breasts symbolized her exciting immaturity, the fact that she was a fresh-picked rose. But his wife's big breasts represented her womanly ripeness, and there was certainly nothing unexciting about that!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as she felt his rod slam back and forth inside her. Of the various men she had in her life-she must have fucked with about five before marrying Frank-he was unquestionably the best. She hoped that he had gotten over the depression he seemed to be under at dinner. Judging from the vigor with which he was positioning her, she assumed that he had.
Betty felt shock after shock of electricity zing up her spine. Her cunt felt so tender that it could hardly bear to have his cock in it, and as for her clit and labia, she thought that if she had to feel them rub together one more time, she would go straight out of her mind. But it was all wonderful, and she wanted it to go on and on.
Frank knew that they were not far from their comes, however. He was really bucking away like mad now, and his cock almost felt numb. One or two more shoves were all that would be necessary.
He laid them into her, three more strokes in all. She felt her nerves tense even more, and then they let fly, as every muscle in her body unwound simultaneously. And as Frank felt her slide off into her come, his cock started to fire. Since that afternoon at the woods, it had had time to build up a good new supply of sperm, which it shot up into her, while the two of them clutched one another as tightly as they could.
"Never knew married sex could be that much fun, huh?" she said with a smile as he pulled out. The remark was meant as a pure joke, but it really helped bring Frank down to earth, reminding him of his incestuous infidelity. He covered up his feelings somewhat, and made some lighthearted answer. Then he kissed his wife tenderly, and rolled over to try and go to sleep.
He knew, though, that sleep was unlikely to come. Even without that remark of hers, he would have felt too guilty and worried to sleep.
The fuck with his wife had been great. As fine as any he had with Suzy. And he really loved Betty. The trouble was that he wanted both females, particularly since with one being just a young teenager, and the other being in her late thirties, they complemented each other so perfectly.
But he knew that that was not the sort of arrangement his wife wanted. She wanted him all to herself, and from a certain point of view, had a certain right to demand that, too. The fact that the fuck which they had just had was so good underlined the dilemma he was in. If his wife was frigid, or a bitch, he could have just written her off, and regarded whatever sex he had to give her as a duty. But since that was in no way the case, and she was in fact a very desirable woman whom he loved, the situation was very different. He knew that the last thing in the world he wanted would be to hurt her, and knew that the only way he could keep from hurting her would be by keeping up the lying and deceit that he so disliked and which clouded his relations with Suzy.
He knew it was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER THREE
Four weeks had gone by since Suzy and her father had started fucking together, and every weekend they went out to the woods to take pictures. What Betty couldn't understand was why her husband wanted so many pictures.
She knew that he could hardly be sending a sheaf of the things off to Photograph's Monthly. She had read the rules of the competition, and knew that only five entries were permissible from each entrant. Frank tended to go off onto tangents as far as his photography was concerned. He would get interested in a particular kind of subject, and then photograph nothing but that for a long while. But the nature of this subject worried her a bit.
Betty was not normally a suspicious woman, and she trusted her husband and her daughter. But she was not entirely naive, either, and she knew that her daughter was a very pretty girl. She also knew that fathers sometimes developed an interest in their daughters.
It didn't occur to her that the two of them might actually be having sexual relations. What she was afraid of was simply that a sort of subconscious attachment had been formed, with the result that all Frank's endless picture taking was an excuse to allow him to look at Suzy.
One thing that increased her suspicions, too, was the fact that the two of them always insisted on going alone to the woods. She had once suggested that she come along-at the time, she had not suspected a thing and just wanted the companionship-but the way they had hummed and hawed made it clear to her that although they did not want to actually say "no", they would prefer that she stay at home. So, she had stayed.
She was hesitant to try and find out what was going on out there in the woods because she was afraid of what she might discover. People tend to avoid bad news. But finally she decided that a bit of investigation would be in order, even though she hated to think of herself as a snoop of any kind.
She "began to go through her husband's drawers. There were no nude pictures to be found. That struck her as odd, since he had taken so many. But the only photos she came across were of trees.
Betty went to the basement, where he had his darkroom. She pawed around in the darkroom, trying not to get anything out of its proper place. Finally, hidden behind a piece of equipment, she found an envelope.
She opened it nervously-it wasn't sealed-and found a wad of pictures of Suzy. But these pictures weren't anything like the ones from his first photo session, which he had shown her. Those were genuinely artistic. These were simply obscene.
Frank's wife could hardly believe her eyes as she stared at the photos. The split beavers, the shots of Suzy masturbating. There was even one, which he must have taken using the automatic timer on his earners, which showed the girl sucking on his cock. Very methodically, Betty put the pictures back in the envelope and replaced the latter in its hiding place. Then, she ran upstairs, threw herself down on the sofa in the living room, and started to cry.
I shouldn't have looked! I shouldn't! I shouldn't! she kept repeating to herself as she held the sofa cushions pressed tightly against her face. She would have much rather not have known. Much rather gone on believing that she had a husband and a daughter. Now she had neither. That beast! How could he do such a thing!? How could he spoil their child, their daughter, the daughter she was so fond of??
Betty tried to believe for a moment that Suzy was innocent, and had simply been led astray by her wicked father. But Betty was too intelligent and too perceptive a woman to be able to accept such a thing. She recalled clearly the look that Suzy had on her face in the photos. There was no way to deny the tinge of sensuality, of genuine pleasure.
What was she to do? She didn't have the slightest idea. The thought of getting the photos and throwing them down on the table in the middle of dinner-the dinner that they ate hungrily each Sunday after their exertions, the dinner she lovingly prepared-had a certain definite dramatic appeal. But she knew that that would probably be a mistake. She was faced with a very complicated situation, and it would be best to think things out carefully before doing anything. She knew of marriages which had survived infidelity and gone on to bring years of satisfaction to both partners. She doubted that she would ever be able to forgive her husband for seducing their daughter, but it was still something that she would have to think about.
She had to strike back somehow, though. She knew that revenge was an irrational sort of thing, and that for her to "get even" with her husband wouldn't do anything to improve the situation, but she had to somehow assert herself or she would choke.
Then she remembered Jack Proctor. He was her boss at work, and he had clearly had his eye on her for some time. In fact, he had invited her to come sailing on his yacht that Sunday. She had turned him down in her usual good-natured way, since she knew just exactly what "going sailing" would involve. He had not been offended, either. He knew she was married, and he was perfectly willing to respect her reasons for refusing, even while intending to overcome those reasons if he possibly could.
Betty picked up the phone and dialed his number.
"Jack, this is Betty."
"Betty, what a delightful surprise. I hope you're calling to tell me that you've changed your mind."
"As a matter-of-fact, I am."
"Great!"
"I'm sort of bored at present, and when I got to thinking about how much fun you are to be with, and the good times we could have together, I decided to reconsider."
II that isn't laying it on the line, I don't know what is, she thought after talking about the "good times" they could have together.
The reference was not lost on Proctor, who felt his prick give a little surge of excitement as he heard her say that. He genuinely enjoyed boating, but the part of it he enjoyed best took place below decks on the bunks. He had long ago found that for seducing women, a big cabin-cruiser is about the best investment that a man could possibly make. Particularly a middle-aged businessman who has to substitute charm and wealth for youth as bait.
Betty went upstairs and put on a bikini. It was the briefest one she had, and it exposed a great deal of her ample tits and buttocks. She put a pair of cotton pants and a sweater over this, and a pair of cork sandals on her feet. Then, she got in her car and headed off to the marina.
This could really be fun, she said to herself as she got out of the car and strode over to Jack's boat. He was standing on the aft deck, and though he was no kid any more-she guessed that he must be in his late fifties-there was something undeniably masculine about his appearance. He had iron-gray hair, and was wearing his shirt open. The hair on his chest was gray too, but the chest was broad and muscular.
Deep in her heart, though, Betty knew that she was kidding herself when she tried to believe that this was all going to be fun. In the first place, she was far too unhappy about her husband and daughter to be able to enjoy doing anything. Also, she was too sensitive a person not to realize what an unsatisfactory thing a fuck based on revenge had to be.
Proctor was all charm. He helped her aboard, and cast off. He knew of some men who used boats as seduction gimmicks but who almost never bothered to put out to sea. That struck him as a mistake. In the first place, he genuinely enjoyed cruising around on the ocean. And secondly, he felt certain that a woman who accepts an invitation to a sail and never gets any farther than the cabin bunk is going to feel guilty and resentful afterwards. Guilty, at having not seen just what she was being talked into, resentful against the man who did the talking. Proctor did not like to leave his conquest unhappy, partly because he was a fairly kind man, and partly because he knew that an unhappy lay was not likely to give a repeat performance.
So, it wasn't long after Betty had come aboard before the boat was sailing out of the harbor. As the wind blew her hair about, and the boat tossed under her, her spirits began to perk up.
Proctor believed that one shouldn't lose sight of the essentials, however, so it wasn't long before he hove-to and suggested to her that they have a drink.
Sitting on the after deck, Betty wearing her bikini, chatted with Proctor. Then Proctor said, "you know, this is a nice day for a tan, but you don't want to get burned. Let me put some lotion on you."
Here it comes, she thought. Well, I guess this is what I bargained for. In fact, she was sort of pleased at the prospect of the fuck. After all, Proctor was a good looking man for his age, and though she had never been unfaithful to her husband until now, she was so easily aroused that she had felt tempted many times. Now, at least, she had an excuse to give way to temptation. It had been so long since she had had any but Frank's prick inside her that she was genuinely curious to see what it would be like.
She lay down on her stomach, and he began to rub on the lotion. Without saying anything, he undid the back of her bikini top and started to apply lotion.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she replied.
"How does this feel?" he said, and slipped his hand around her chest, so that instead of being on her back, his fingers were cupping her firm, full breasts.
"Even better," she said, rolling over so that he could get at her more easily. As he watched with pounding heart, she undid the ties that held her bikini bottom together.
"Too nice a day for clothes, don't you think?" she asked.
Proctor was all too ready to agree. He pulled off the triangles that made up the bottom of her bikini. The bra had already gone by the wayside, so she was lying stark naked in front of him.
He unzipped his white pants and pulled them down. The underpants followed, and he whipped off his shirt, which was already unbuttoned. That meant that for a moment he was standing in front of her in nothing but his captain's peaked cap. The sight was a little strange, but he quickly tossed the cap off too.
As Betty gazed at him, she realized that in his mature way, he was a very sexy man. His prick was certainly big enough and hard enough. In fact, it was bigger than Frank's. That gave her a little feeling of satisfaction.
The rat goes around seducing his own daughter, and he doesn't even have a very big prick, she thought. It would normally have never occurred to her to think anything as vicious as that, but the discovery of those pictures had put her in a mood she'd never known before.
She started to spread her legs, but Proctor said to her, "Don't. Keep them together."
That rather surprised her, since she couldn't possibly imagine how it would be possible for them to fuck while her knees were pressed together. Like everyone else, she had laughed at the joke about how the most effective birth control pill is an aspirin pressed tightly between the knees.
Well, he's the one calling the shots, she thought.
Proctor couldn't help smiling. The main reason he liked this position was that it was physically very satisfying. But he also enjoyed the surprise that it caused to women who had never done it before and who, when asked to keep their legs together, were unable to figure out what he was up to.
He placed himself on top of her as if he were going to do a regular Missionary-Position fuck. The only difference was that his legs were outside hers, rather than inside. He held his cock in his right hand, and slid the tip of it between her pressed-together thighs.
As he shoved it between them, Betty got an inkling of just what it was that the position involved. The flesh of the thighs was pressed together, but it was so soft that it was perfectly possible for a prick to push it apart and make a path for itself. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her labia.
After checking to make sure that he had his penis properly positioned, Proctor gave a shove and sent his cock sliding slowly into her. She realized why the position was not merely possible, but very satisfying. Her thighs could be pushed apart, and her cunt itself was up inside the hip-basin, so it didn't make any difference to it where her legs were. But the labia, which were the most sensitive part of her twat, were tightly pressed between her thighs and his cock. That meant that they got all sorts of extra stimulation as he moved his prick back and forth inside her.
"See," he said with a smile once he was in, "I'm a crafty old goat."
"Crafty, yes. I don't know about goats," she answered.
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with being a goat. They can fuck for hours. That's where the expression comes from."
He was moving his cock faster and faster inside her until they were both too worked up to talk about goats or anything else. All that they could concentrate on was the pleasure which their sex-organs were causing them as they rubbed together.
His hands cupped her tits and squeezed them. He seemed fascinated with the size of her nipples. By playing with them he managed to make them even bigger. She let out a little moan. The action she was getting between her legs was really fine, and her breasts had always been just about as sensitive as her cunt.
Harder and harder he worked his dork while she writhed under him, giving counter-thrusts with her hips. All her scruples about what she was doing, all the unhappiness about her husband's infidelity with their daughter, vanished for the time being. There was no way she could be aware of anything except for that fine, hard cock.
Proctor was one of those men who seem to get more vigorous and virile as they get older. And increasing age had made him bored with money and business success. He already had those things. So he was able to concentrate all of his energies on fucking.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Betty gasped as she felt how her tender cuntlips were pressed against her thighs. Each stroke still caused them to rub against her clit, too, and the result of all this was that her cunt felt like it was just about to melt.
The muscles in her back had tensed so much that they ached. So did the muscles in her arms and her legs. Every nerve was tense, ready for her blast off.
Proctor felt the same way. This woman was one of the best that he had had in a long time. Good and responsive, and with the kind of full tits and fleshy thighs and ass that he liked.
He gave a final shove, and his cock started to spew its load into her. She responded at once, and as they clutched each other, their bodies released all of their pent up tension in a frantic come.
"That was quite a ride," he said, wiping his forehead as he got off of her.
"Where did you learn that position?" she asked. "It's fabulous."
"Oh, I've got a million like that," he said. "You don't spend your whole life training to be a dirty old man without picking up a few tricks here and there.
She laughed. He pulled on his pants and went to the wheel. He advanced the throttle and the boat started forward.
"I thought we might want to go a bit farther out," he said. "After all, they say that variety is the spice of life." Before the day was over, she had learned just how much variety he could put into life, and just how many tricks he had picked up.
When she got home, though, she felt sort of let down. The fucking with Proctor had been fun, and in his own strange way he was a nice guy. But now that the fun and games were over, she was back where she started. Her husband was off in the woods with their daughter, fucking her. Betty had had her revenge, but although it had been physically pleasurable, the actual vengeance aspect of it had not given her any very great satisfaction.
She looked at the clock. If she was going to prepare dinner for the two lovers, she had better get going. For a moment, she was tempted not to make one of her usual good dinners, but instead to just open a can of beans or something. That would show them what she thought of them. But she fought the temptation down. That was just petty getting even like that, she realized. And besides, the dinners she served were a matter of her own pride and self-respect.
The meal was good, but Frank could not understand why his wife seemed so distracted.
Betty had expected that she would have a hard time sitting with the two of them, but she found that she was able to think about her afternoon with Proctor, and keep her mind off of their adultery.
That night, she felt her husband slide his hands up her thighs. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to have both her and her daughter. And maybe he was acting out of guilt. Fuck the daughter in the daytime, and at night show the wife that you still want her. Well, she wasn't going to be anybody's charity case.
"I'm not in the mood," she said in a rather frosty tone of voice, and turned away from him. Frank felt perplexed and worried. He had certainly never known his wife to turn down an offer of sex before.
Betty regretted her answer the moment she made it. She still hoped that it might be possible to salvage her marriage somehow, and she knew that being cold and hostile would not be much help in doing that. But she did not go back on her decision not to have sex with Frank. It could hardly have been all that long since he last had his cock in their daughter's cunt, and Betty knew that she would feel terribly used if she allowed him to fuck her.
The next day, her son Larry came home from camp. He was fifteen, with a big, friendly smile and the sort of personality that couldn't stand to see anyone else unhappy. There was something unsophisticated about him for his age-his mother suspected that he was still a virgin, and she was right. But in some ways, he was very perceptive. He picked up the "vibes" in the house, and realized that there was some sort of tension present. His father and sister seemed nervous, and his mother seemed depressed.
On the afternoon of the second day, Frank and Suzy went out for more "photography". That really sent Betty into a tailspin as far as feeling depressed went. What bothered her most of all was that the excuse was so threadbare. She had still not told her husband about how she had found those pornographic pictures, so that although he sensed that something was wrong, he didn't know quite what. The fact though that he fell back on the old photography excuse-which didn't make any sense unless he was going to do a whole volume on his daughter-seemed to indicate that he no longer cared whether his wife found out or not. Somehow, that made her feel particularly rejected and betrayed. As if he no longer cared enough to bother to try and protect her feelings.
The truth of the matter was far different. The reason that Frank did not make up a new excuse in order to be alone to fuck his daughter was because he felt so guilty about the lying and deceit that he was engaging in that he just couldn't stomach coming up with a new he, even though one was clearly necessary. But Betty had no way of knowing that, and found herself moping around the house, feeling very depressed.
"Gee, Mom," Larry said, "you sure look down in the dumps. What's the hassle?"
"Oh, nothing Larry. I just get like this sometimes."
"I don't remember you ever getting like that before," he persisted. He was very fond of his mother, and if something was making her unhappy, he was determined to find out what it was so that he could help her do something about it.
"Oh, it's just that there's been some tension between your father and me," she said. She didn't want to reveal this mess to Larry, since she knew it would make him as unhappy as it had made her, but at the same time she just couldn't bear to suffer in silence any longer.
"I figured that much," he said.
"Figured what?"
"That there was something wrong between you and Dad. It kind of hangs in the air," he said.
The two of them sat together in silence for a minute or so. Larry didn't want to pry into his mother's secrets, but he sensed in his instinctively friendly way that she had a desperate need to talk to someone about it.
"Is it another woman?" he asked hesitantly.
Suddenly, a tear started trickling down her right cheek, followed by one down the left cheek. She gave a sort of hiccup, and then started sobbing, with big, heaving sobs. She buried her face in her hands, and said, "I'm so unhappy!"
Larry was horrified. He had never seen his beloved mother crying like this. Normally, she was a tower of strength. He knew that to let herself go like this, she really did have to be desperately unhappy.
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. He understood instinctively the comfort that physical contact can afford to someone who's distressed.
"It.. . it is another woman," she gasped, her self-control starting to disintegrate. She was not in the habit of bothering others with her problems. Suffer in silence. That was her motto. But now that a crack had been made in the dike, now that she had started to tell her son something about her problems, everything started to come out.
"It's not just another woman! That beast! That pig!" she gasped, the tears pouring down her face. "It.. . it.. . IT'S YOUR SISTER!"
Larry swallowed hard. His sister. He had always liked Suzy and always regarded her as the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world.
"Suzy ... with Daddy?" he asked in a strangled voice.
"With Dad. I think he must have thought it up, but she likes it. I know she does. But she's my daughter, and I don't want to hate her. I don't!" More sobbing followed.
Larry pressed his mother more tightly to him, trying to soothe her.
His father and his sister! He could hardly believe it, but obviously it must be true for his mother to be carrying on like this.
The idea shocked him, but there was another side to the boy's feelings. The idea of his father and sister fucking suggested a different kind of incest. He had always been very fond of his mother.... All of this was on the subconscious level. But subconscious or not, it was enough to cause his prick to start to swell in his pants.
That made him feel nervous, and he would have liked to stop hugging his mother, before things got any more out of hand. But he knew that if he just pushed her away, she would feel rejected. She still needed comforting.
The more his cock swelled up, the more conscious he became of the sexual nature of his feelings, and thus of his mother's sexual appeal. That body of hers was so warm and soft....
The same kind of process was going on in Betty. Parents who only have one child of the opposite sex often feel particularly fond of that child, and Betty had always been closer to Larry than to Suzy.
"Larry, it's so good to have your support," she murmured. Her hand touched his thigh.
He felt a shudder run down his spine. A shudder of pure sexual excitement. Somehow, her hand managed to touch his crotch.
Betty did not know that she wanted to touch it, but subconsciously she did. As she felt how hard his prick was and her clit stiffened. Her cunt was already awash with lubricant.
"Sorry," she said, pulling her hand away from his crotch.
"That's okay, Mom," he said. 'There's no need to be." She looked him in the eyes, and in that second, something clicked. Without knowing what they were doing, the two of them pressed their mouths together. Tongue met tongue, and a passionate French kiss had begun.
They were already so hot that that was all that was needed to bring the remaining barriers crashing down. Larry's hands were on her tits, those big, soft tits that he had often looked at without understanding his true feelings about them.
Betty knew now that she wanted to fuck with her son. Partly to get even with Frank, but that was only a small part of it. Mostly because she felt so lonely and abandoned and rejected. Larry wanted her. That meant that at least someone wanted her. And he loved her. Jack Proctor wanted her, but only as a good-looking woman to fuck. Larry was different. She would give him anything that he wanted.
He wanted everything. Her love, her body. But he was prepared to give every bit as much of himself.
His hand slid up her thigh and towards her cunt. As he pressed the sopping wet nylon, he felt another shudder of delight run up his spine. A woman's twat! He had actually touched a woman's twat. He was innocent enough to believe a lot of the bullshit that his friends slung about how many women they had had, and since the most he had ever had the nerve to do was to give a girl a rather chaste kiss, he had despised himself as a sexual failure for the last several months. It was a silly, irrational feeling, but that didn't make it any the easier to bear. Now, a woman wanted him. Now, he was actually touching her crotch! And it was his mother that he was feeling up! His beloved mother!
He pulled her panties down while she opened the zipper of his jeans. She squeezed his hard cock through the fabric of his underpants, then pulled these down, so that she could get a good look at the thing. It was very fully developed, even though the rest of her son was rather boyish-looking. She squeezed it, and for a moment Larry thought that he was going to come. Betty noticed the reaction, noticed how his whole body tensed, and realized that she had better be sort of careful with that tool of his if she didn't want it going off ahead of time. There was only one place that she wanted it to fire its load, and that was in her cunt!
He was stark naked, but she still had a few clothes on. Despite the fact that he had been willing to touch her cunt, he was sufficiently intimidated by the newness of the whole experience that he was hesitant to proceed without instructions from her.
"Okay," she said, guessing the problem and taking her lips from his, "unfasten my bra."
Larry reached his trembling hands around behind her and fumbled with the hooks. He made sort of a hash of it, and for a moment Betty was afraid that he had bent one of the hooks, which would have made getting the garment off murder. But luckily, that was not the case, and her tits finally had a chance to flop free, in full sight of the boy who had sucked milk from them fifteen years ago.
"Would you like to suck them?" she asked Larry, as she remembered those breast-feeding days.
Larry had just been sitting there with his mouth agape at the sight of his mother's luscious melons. But that invitation was too good to need to wait for a second time. He instantly glued his mouth to her tit and started sucking.
My baby! Betty thought ecstatically. She had to admit though that that prick that she had between her fingers certainly didn't belong to any baby!
Larry kept moving his mouth back and forth between the two breasts. Betty was glad, because she always felt so unbalanced when Frank just sucked one tit and neglected the other. They both needed the exercise, and Larry was giving them plenty of that. In addition to sucking on the nipples, he was squeezing and kneading her soft globes, until both of them were aflame with passion.
Betty knew that she just had to have that cock in her cunt now, and she suspected that her eager son felt just the same way.
"Darling," she whispered, "I think I'm ready, if you are."
Larry looked at her, his face a curious mixture of desire and anxiety.
"Is it.. . is it difficult, Mom?" he asked. She realized that he had never fucked before, and was afraid of appearing to his mother like an unmanly clod. She knew that male sexual performance was mostly a matter of self confidence, and that therefore it would be better for Larry if his first fuck could be trouble free.
"Don't worry, darling, I'll show you how," she said. That sort of surprised Larry, since the only sexual position that he had ever heard of was the missionary, and he could not very well imagine how his mother would be able to actually show him how to do that. But he trusted her completely.
"Lie back on the sofa, darling," she said, in that wonderful, soft voice of his that he had always found so comforting when he was a child. Now that she was all caught up in the sexual excitement of preparing to fuck with her son, Betty had temporarily forgotten the anguish that she felt at her husband's infidelity, just as there was currently no room in her thoughts for scruples about what she was planning to do herself.
Larry did as he was told, trembling with anticipation. She placed her legs on either side of his, and took his cock in her right hand.
She held the cock so that it pointed up towards her cunt, and then she lowered her body towards it, while Larry gave a gulp. He knew now what it was that she was planning to do, and he could hardly wait.
Finally, her hips were low enough so that the tip of his prick was pressing against her labia. She moved her hips around so that the cock would rub back and forth against the delicate folds of her cunt. That felt awfully good, but she knew what would feel even better, namely to have that cock of his buried deep inside her. There was no point rushing things, though. The anticipation was part of the pleasure.
She inserted the tip of her son's penis into her cunt, while leaving the rest of it outside. Then she swiveled her hips, moving his cock around in circles while doing so.
"Pretty imagine, huh?" she said with a smile. He smiled back at her. He had always imagined, in his ignorance, that sex had to be a deadly serious sort of matter. He was glad to see that there could be some humor in with the passion. It fitted his friendly, lighthearted personality well.
Betty knew though that she was too worked up to horse around much longer. From the labored way in which her son was breathing, she guessed that the same thing was true with him.
"Here I come, ready or not," she said. Then, she slid down his cock like a fireman sliding down a pole-quickly. She had learned long ago that there was no danger in doing that, that pricks were not long enough to do more than barely touch the cervix, and she found it exciting to impale herself suddenly like that.
She sat for a moment on top of his cock, and stroked his cheek with her hand. Her little baby. But a grown man, too. That was a man's cock she had inside her. She was so proud of his manhood, and she realized in a moment of insight that her husband must feel the same way about Suzy's womanhood. Most parents feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the fact that they have been able to produce children of the opposite sex to their own. That accounted for a good deal of Frank's fascination with Suzy, and Betty's with her son.
After jiggling up and down on his balls a bit, Betty started to unbend her legs and lift herself off of his cock. Larry guessed that she was just doing hat so as to be able to slide down again, but he couldn't help feeling a moment's anxiety at the possibility that his mother might just take her cunt all the way off of his prick and leave his cock all hot and bothered.
He didn't have long to worry though, because his mother slid back down again very quickly. Then up again and down again, as she worked her way into a nice, easy pattern while Larry breathed heavily and reveled in the sensation of her cunt sliding up and down over his frantic cock. He had beaten off regularly since he was eleven, but he couldn't remember his prick ever feeling this stiff or excited before.
He couldn't get over how wonderful his mother's tits were. He was sorry that the position didn't allow him to suck on them any more, because the feeling of that nipple between his lips had been driving him just about out of his mind. He could still fondle the hanging, bouncing globes, though, and he reached his hands up to do so.
Mmmmmm, nice, Betty thought as she felt the pressure of his fingers on her pendulous, super-sensitive tits. She bent forward, and changed her up-and-down motion to more of a forward-and-back so as to make it easier for him to keep his hands there.
The position required Larry to lie flat and passive, but he was so excited that he was flexing his leg muscles in time to his mother's strokes anyway, even though she couldn't really feel this.
"Like?" she asked as she continued to work his prick.
"Oh Mom! Mom!" he gasped. That was the most articulate reply that he was able to make. He could hardly think straight, what with the fantastically exciting pressure on his cock, and the knowledge that he was fucking... and fucking with his mother!
Every time she moved up or down her son's cock, Betty felt her cunt clutch at it possessively. It was as if she wanted to keep that thing inside her forever.
Her whole body was tense, and every nerve was jangling. She knew that she was right at the edge of her come, and one look at her son's glazed eyes and the sweat standing out on his forehead was enough to convince her that the same thing could be said for him.
She eased her cunt up his penis very, very slowly, while he gave a long sigh. It was as if he knew that this was the stroke that was supposed to bring him off.
Betty paused for a moment with most of his cock exposed to the air, and just the sensitive head still inside her. Then, she started to slide back on down. Slowly, this time.
"Uh! Uh! UHHHHH!" he gasped. Suddenly his cock started shuddering and heaving as it fired gob after gob of boy-cream up her cunt. The moment she felt it splatter against the entrance to her womb, her pussy erupted in spasm after spasm of frantic female come joy.
"Coming! I'm coming!" she groaned as her hips trembled and heaved around the blasting penis.
One final convulsion rippled through her, and then her twat was still. His cock had finished too, and she sat on his belly, his penis still inside her, and looked lovingly down at him as he lay there panting for breath. Her big man. What a fuck. She had done most of the work, but he had supplied the cock, and it had been harder than any other one she had ever come across. Even now, it didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to soften up.
She eased herself off of him, spunk and cunt-juice dribbling out of her as she did so.
"Well,. " she said softly, "I guess I don't have much right to complain about your father, do I?"
"Mom, do you ... do you think we've done something wrong?"
Betty thought for a moment, amazed at how objectively she was able to regard the situation.
"No," she said finally, "I don't think so. When I found out about your father and sister making it together, I wasn't just hurt, I was really shocked. I just couldn't imagine how anyone could do such a thing. But now .... That fuck we just had was physically exciting, but there was more to it than just lust. I mean, there was real tenderness and caring for each other, too, and I think that that's what made it so enjoyable."
The blissful look on her son's face told her just how enjoyable he had found it.
"If two people love each other, then I guess there isn't really any way that it can be wrong for them to have sex together. As long as they're doing it because they love each other."
"Do ... do you still love Dad?" he asked.
"Now, yes. If you had asked me before we fucked, I wouldn't have known what to tell you. But I can see now that my love for him is different from my love for you. And I guess that he feels the same way about me and Suzy. Last night, he wanted to make love to me, and I thought it was awful that he would want to do that after making love to her. What a two-timer, I thought. But I see now that it was more complicated than that."
Far from being jealous, Larry was very happy to learn that his mother still loved his father, and that they would probably be able to save their marriage. He knew that that was what his mother wanted, and if she wanted it, that was good enough for him. As far as he was concerned, her happiness was the most important thing in the world.
They sat and chatted for a while, stark naked. Then Betty asked her son, "this was your first time, wasn't it?"
There was nothing patronizing, let alone nosey, about the tone in which she asked that question, so he didn't hesitate to tell her the truth.
"Yes," he said, "it was." He was too natural a boy to go in for a lot of false pride.
"And," he added shyly, "I'm glad that it was with you, Mother."
Betty hugged him tightly to her. She was so happy that he had said that. She couldn't imagine anything in the world that she would have rather heard him say. And what he said was true in reverse, too. She was very, very happy to have been the one who initiated him into manhood.
"The reason I asked," she said, "is that I thought in that case you might like kind of a guided tour of my twat, since I guess you've never really gotten a good look at one before."
Larry thought that that was a fine idea. He placed his face near her pussy.
"First lesson," she said. 'Take a deep breath through your nose."
Larry did so.
"That's what cunts smell like. That's the smell of a woman. Do you like it."
"Fantastic, Mom."
"You may in the course of your life run across some women who spray all sorts of gunk on their cunts to keep them from smelling like that."
"Why on earth would they do something like that?" he asked.
"Beats me. Just dumb, I guess," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, a woman should smell like a woman."
Larry took another deep whiff, both to show her how much he agreed with her, and because the smell of that cunt really was too fine to ignore.
"Now," she went on, "those soft, pink folds that you see are my labia or cuntlips. They cover the entrance to my vagina."
Larry gazed intently at his mother's twat. He very much wanted to kiss or lick it, but he thought he had better ask her permission before doing anything like that.
"Now if you look closely," she said, by way of a joke intentionally imitating the voice of a tour guide, "you can see my clit peeping out from between my labia."
"That little button there?"
"That little button there."
"What's it for?"
"That's the most sensitive part of a woman's equipment," she explained. "If you ever want to bring a woman off in a hurry, just touch her there. It's all the rubbing and pressure that the clit gets during sex which is mostly responsible for a woman having an orgasm."
By now, Larry was feeling very excited, even though he had had a come only a very little while before. The smell and sight of his mother's pussy was enough to get his prick all good and stiff and raring to go.
"Would you like to kiss and lick my twat?" she asked gently.
"You don't mind?"
"It's one of the things we women like best," she confided. "In fact, there are a lot of women who like that even better than having a fuck, though I think that having a hard hunk of beef up your cunt is something a tongue job can't quite match. But that doesn't mean that I don't like tongue jobs. In fact, you can tell how eager I am for one now. See all that liquid oozing out of my cunt? That's because I'm so excited at the prospect of having your tongue on my pussy."
Betty had barely finished talking when she felt the tip of her son's tongue press timidly against her labia. It slid along the lips to her clit, and gave that a quick little lick.
Her hips shuddered. She thought of reminding him to be careful with that tongue of his, but she figured that he was a clever enough boy to be able to figure out from that shudder that she had just given that her clit was too sensitive for him to want to give too much attention to it, unless he wished to bring her off right away.
Larry got the message, and his tongue concentrated on the labia for the next few seconds. That was hardly an insensitive part of Betty's body, however, and she found herself gasping with excitement as his tongue slithered along her crinkly cuntlips.
"Mmmmmm, nice," she gasped. "You're quite a.. . a cuntlapper." The moment's hesitation was caused by the shiver of pleasure that went rippling up her spine as he ran the tip of his tongue along the very rim of her cunt. All the while, she could hear him sniffing away, trying to get as much of that pussy smell in his nostrils as he possibly could. The smell must be getting stronger and stronger, she knew, for she was getting wetter and wetter between the legs.
The taste of her pussy-juice was driving her son every bit as wild as the smell of it was. He lapped away on her labia like a kitten going for a bowl of cream. Then, it occurred to him to go after the source, and he sent his tongue gliding into her vagina.
Down it went, until he had it extended all the way. His cock felt that it was going to burst. There was something terribly exciting for the boy to have his tongue actually inside his mother's body. He wanted very badly to touch his cock with his fingers, but he managed to hold himself back. He knew that his cock was so excited that if he touched it, it might go off then and there. And he didn't want to do that, because he wanted to stick it into his mother again. That first fuck had been wonderful, but he was eager to fuck her again, this time with him playing the active role.
"Uh! Oh! So fine! So fucking fine!" Betty gasped as she felt the probing tongue explore every square inch of her cunt. Her hands were cupping her breasts, squeezing the things, pressing them against her chest, teasing the nipples into a state of unbearable frenzy. Her whole body was quivering like a tuning fork. She couldn't take this action much longer. She just couldn't!
Larry sensed how tense his mother was, how badly she wanted to come. He wanted to make her come too, so that they could move on to the next item in the agenda, namely bringing some relief to his aching cock. But he also knew that his mother wanted the tongue torment to go on, too, and that wet twat of hers was just too delicious for him to be able to leave it alone.
He pulled his tongue quickly back into his mouth, taking as much cunt-juice along with it as he could. Then he sent his tongue back for some more.
"Larry! Larry! LARRY!" she gasped, and he realized that there was a new urgency to the tone of her voice. She really couldn't stand to wait much longer. He pulled his tongue clear a final time and sent it gliding towards her clit while her hips shuddered with expectation.
Closer and closer it came to the aching female trigger, and Betty thought that she was going to go crazy waiting for it to cover the last few centimeters. Then BINGO! his tongue-tip touched her clit.
Before it could touch again, her anguished body unwound like a clock with a busting mainspring. Her spine arched, her hips bucked and heaved, her head tossed from side to side, as she came, and came and came! And all the while, Larry kept licking at her cunt, even though it could hardly stand to be touched.
Larry was so keyed up by the excitement of licking his mother to a come that for a moment he thought that he might go off even without touching his prick, but he didn't. When her hips stopped bucking, he took his tongue away from her twat. He could guess just how sensitive she felt down there, and from the way she was gasping for breath, it seemed obvious that she needed a bit of rest. His cock was demanding instant gratification, but he wasn't going to let that push him into asking for sex before she could enjoy giving it.
"Darling, that was fantastic," she murmured. She gazed at his friendly face, covered as it now was with glistening pussy-juice. Then she glanced at his cock. It looked incredibly stiff.
"You need a come, don't you?" she said between gasps.
"Oh, I can wait. I want to get rested up a bit after my first one so that I can give you a good go on the second one," he said nonchalantly. Betty had seen enough cocks to know just what a line of bull that was. If his prick was any stiffer it would break in two. She knew that he just wanted to make sure that she felt good and rested. She felt a surge of pride at thinking that she had reared such a fine, considerate boy. She tried to bring her breathing under control as soon as possible, so that he would see his way clear to start fucking her. She didn't want to keep him waiting a second longer.
Finally she was able to convince him that she was ready to go.
"The Missionary position, darling?" she asked him, spreading her legs.
"Is that what it's called?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said, "but the name's kind of unfair. It's a really good position. Maybe the best. Just like really well-made simple food is sometimes better than really imagine stuff."
Larry liked good, simple food, so he decided to go on with that position, despite its silly name. He was glad she had said that, because the only other position he knew was the one she had done earlier with him, and while he wouldn't have wanted his fuck to be ridiculous, he would have hated to ask her to explain another position to him. This was to be his first independent fuck, and he was glad to know that there was nothing ridiculous about it, despite its name.
He got on top of her and positioned his prick. His mother sensed how important it was for him to do this all by himself, without any advice from her. The first fuck had been just a preliminary for his.
This one was the one where he would win his spurs of manhood. That was why she didn't suggest that she cross her legs over his back, even though that made the position a lot better, in her view. That was a variant that she could tell him about later.
Larry was very, very careful about positioning his cock. He wanted to make sure not to hurt his mother. Finally, when he was satisfied, he slowly shoved on in.
He was going slowly out of nervousness, but Betty found something exciting about being filled up so gradually. Finally, he was all the way in and, after a moment's pause, he started to move his cock back and forth inside her.
Betty was almost as tense as he was. This would be the fuck that revealed what kind of cocksman he was. For the first one, all that he had had to do was keep his rod stiff. She knew that he was an excellent cuntlapper-he had just given her the most resounding demonstration of that fact-but she would have hated to have to think that he wasn't very good at manipulating his cock.
At first, her son was decidedly clumsy and over-cautious. She was tempted to say to him, "don't worry, I'm not made of glass down there," but she restrained herself. She knew that this was something that he wanted to work out all by himself.
By about the fifth or sixth stroke, his natural talent started to show itself. His cock-thrusts became more confident and better timed. He was really starting to hit his stride.
As Larry's confidence grew, he felt that he could turn some of his attention to other things, and started to play with his mother's tits, which lay spread out on her chest. He also put his lips to hers and started to French.
No doubt about it, the boy had rhythm. It had taken a while for it to come out, but now he was thrusting his penis back and forth inside her in very, very satisfying and exciting strokes. She moved her hips to give little counter-thrusts to his. She knew that by now his confidence had increased to the point that he wouldn't resent her playing that kind of active role.
Larry didn't know which felt better-the physical sensations that his cock was getting from his mother's tight, wet cunt, or the pride and satisfaction that he felt at doing the good job that he unquestionably was. Those hip motions of his mother, those little moans and sighs that she was coming out with, were undoubtedly genuine.
Back and forth he rammed his hard dick, sliding it home again and again and again. His body was as tight as a harp string, his cock was getting ready to fire ....
He gave her five more strokes, and then his prick suddenly erupted into a spewing geyser, while her cunt pulsed and trembled around it, while her whole body shook and heaved with the force of a spine twisting, mind blowing COME!
Then they were laying there together, still and tired. And happy. Betty knew now that everything would turn out all right in her relations with Frank, once a little honest talk had been gotten out of the way. And she knew that her son was an accomplished fucker, a real man. She felt very good.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty didn't say anything to her husband when he and Suzy came back from the woods that evening, but the next morning, when the four of them were gathered around the breakfast table, she asked him if he and Suzy had "had a good time."
Frank gulped nervously.
"Oh yes," he said. "You know, it was a perfect day for taking pictures. Lots of light, no clouds .... "
"Oh, I know," Betty said innocently, "but that's not what I was referring to."
Frank swallowed harder.
"Really dear? I'm afraid I don't follow what you mean," he said. In fact, he had an inkling of just what she did mean, but he did not want to admit to himself that the jig might be up. Suzy was sitting very quietly in her chair. Both of them were too self-conscious to notice the grin on Larry's face. His mother had warned him in advance of her little joke, and he had wholeheartedly agreed with it.
"Come on, now, when a man and a woman-a young woman, but a very pretty one-are alone together in the woods, the last thing that they're going to worry about is the quality of the light, or what the f-number should be," Betty said with a smile.
"Betty, I don't know if that joke's in the best of taste," Frank said, making a final desperate effort to bluff his way through. "After all, Suzy is my daughter, too."
"That must be just what makes things so interesting and exotic," she replied.
Frank looked at her a moment. He wished the devil he had some idea whether she was just voicing suspicions, or whether she had the goods on him. He knew that those damn erotic photographs that he had taken of Suzy were enough to blow the whole business if she had found them. He was about to try and frame a question which might drag out from his wife some indication of how much she knew, when suddenly he decided to make a clean breast of the matter. He knew that he loved his wife, despite his powerful attraction for Suzy, and he knew that he was tired of lying to Betty and deceiving her. If she knew what was going on, at least he wasn't going to make himself any more ridiculous by continuing to deny it. He hoped that she hadn't yet found out, because that way at least he could feel that by confessing to her something she didn't know, he would be in part making up for his lies.
"Darling," he said softly, and Betty noticed that there was real affection in the way he pronounced the word, along with anxiety and regret, "I guess the time has come for me to confess. All this picture taking... well, there has been some picture taking, though not quite the kind you might think. But in addition, Suzy and I .... "
"Have been doing what Larry and I found could be so much fun yesterday," Betty interrupted.
Frank's jaw fell open in astonishment. There was just nothing he could say, he was so taken aback.
"I'm sorry to have teased you like that, dear, playing the enraged and suspicious wife, but I couldn't resist it, and besides, I do think you sort of had it coming to you after going behind my back like you did," she said. There was a charming note of tenderness and understanding and impish amusement in her voice. Not for the first time, Frank realized that despite their physical differences, she and Suzy were alike in more ways than one. They both had that frankly adorable impish quality.
"But you ... you're not kidding about you and Larry?" he said at last.
"Not at all. You're not angry about it, I hope?"
"Oh, good heavens, no. Kind of takes me out of the dog house, for that matter," he said. He glanced over at Suzy. She was smiling too. She had a good sense of humor, and the funny side to the whole situation appealed to her. The way she and her father had been waiting with bowed heads for the blow to fall, and were then taken completely off guard by her mother's admission. Suzy had a lot of admiration for her mother. She knew that if she grew up to be as warm and clever as her mother, she would not have done badly.
"No, what happened was that I felt quite rotten and miserable about the running around that the two of you were doing-I found your little collection of "art studies", my friend-and Larry decided to console me. Well, I'm sure you know every bit as well as I do what the best kind of consolation is." Everyone laughed.
"So, there are no hard feelings?" Frank asked, amazed that everything had turned out so well.
"None in the least," Betty said. "And for that matter, I'm not sure who now would have the right to have any hard feelings. I was thinking though that maybe we should seal this little reconciliation with a little four-way orgy after breakfast is finished."
Everyone else thought that that was an excellent idea. They were all naturally horny people anyway, and not the kind who ever minded having a fuck when one was suggested. Also, the thing that had most bothered Frank and Suzy, and had most preyed on Betty's mind, for that matter, after she had found out what the two of them were up to, had been the air of sneakiness and secrecy. No doubt about it, getting everything out in the open, not merely by talking about the situation, but by actually fucking together, would clear the air like nothing else could.
None of them wanted to appear to be impatient, so they all lingered over their breakfast, but in fact all of them were almost wriggling on their chairs. The two females felt their panties getting soggier and soggier. As for Frank and his son, they had to keep reaching for their crotches and pulling on the material so as to try and make a little room for their frantic pricks.
Finally, the last cup of coffee was drunk, and Betty said, "well, shall we get down to business?"
Everyone else agreed that that was fine, and they headed up to Frank and Betty's bedroom. Frank and Betty had a giant-size bed, which meant that there was plenty of room for everyone to enjoy themselves on it at once if they wanted to.
Betty, though, had a position in mind that didn't call for a bed. All it required was a small, armless chair, and fortunately, there was one in the room. She usually used it to sit in front of the mirror while making herself up.
"Okay, Larry," she said, "why don't you sit here?"
Larry did so.
"This is one of those positions where the woman does most of the work. You don't mind that, do you? I mean, after the fuck that you gave me yesterday, I guess that you must be pretty confident about your ability to play the active role."
"Oh yeah," he said. "And I'm sure I'll have a chance to do that soon anyway, Mom."
"You needn't worry about that," Betty said with a twinkle in her eye. "But I figure that you should know some of the other positions-the ones where the woman is the active partner, I mean-too. Nothing impresses a woman like having her man suggest that she do the fucking for a change. It shows her that he doesn't have all sorts of hang-ups about his masculinity."
Certainly, after the fine fuck that he had given his mother the night before, Larry didn't have any hang-ups about his masculinity, and he was curious anyway to see how she would go about arranging a fuck in a chair.
She placed her legs on either side of his, and realizing what she wanted, he held his prick aloft with his right hand so that the stiff thing was pointing directly up at her cunt. Then, she quite simply sat down on it.
"Hey, that's nice!" he said as he felt his mother's cunt slide down over his cock. She had done it the night before, but then he had been too distracted by the newness of everything to really pay much attention to details.
"I like to think things'll get better, too," she said, and gave him a long, lingering kiss. He realized at once that that was what made this position superior to the top-riding she had done the day before. With this position, his mother's face was right next to his own. And her tits were inches from his chest. As they Frenched, Larry reached his hands up and started to fondle her big spheres.
The pressure of his hands on her breasts, plus the mere presence of his rigid cock inside her body, were so exciting that Betty almost felt it would be unnecessary to do any moving at all. Just sitting together would be fun. Well, she reflected, moving would make it even more fun. She straightened her legs, pressing her feet against the floor, so as to raise her cunt off of his prick. Then, she slid back on down again. Soon, Betty had gotten into the rhythm of it, and was working his cock with nice, easy strokes.
Larry was very glad that he had agreed to let her use this position. Playing the active role was fun, but there was an awful lot to be said for the pleasure of just staying still while his mother gave his cock pleasure, he realized.
Frank and his daughter glanced over at Betty and Larry. They both felt that if the two of them were going to do something rather tricky like that, they were honor bound to try something as imaginative. The trouble was that they had already gone through quite a slew of positions. What could they try that was new ...?
"I know," Frank said, "let's do a wheelbarrow!"
"A wheelbarrow?"
"Uh huh."
"What's it like?" Suzy asked.
"That's something I'm not so sure of," her father answered. "To tell you the truth, it's one of those positions that I've always wanted to try, but have never gotten around to. But I saw it written up in one of those sex manuals. It said there, 'for the athletically inclined'. Are you athletically inclined?"
"I came in fifth in the class track meet," she said with a smile.
"I think that's good enough," he answered. Looking at her, he could not possibly imagine a better image of human health than his daughter's lithe young female body.
He went to a table where some magazines were and laid a couple on the floor, about two feet apart.
"Magazines?" she asked.
"To keep your forearms from getting carpet burns," he said.
"What do I do now?"
"Get on your hands and knees like I was going to fuck you dog-style. Put your forearms on the magazines."
Suzy did so, more and more curious as to just what this fuck involved. Much of her virginal innocence had gone by the wayside in the past few weeks, and she was now eager to know as much about sex as she possibly could.
Her father got behind her and knelt down. He took hold of her thighs and lifted them up, so her body was at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. Suzy was beginning to get the idea.
He moved closer, holding her higher and higher up on the thighs. Finally, his cock was near the entrance to her cunt-which was delightfully visible between her tufts of golden pubic hair. Holding her up with one arm, he used the other hand to force his cock down at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. That way, he could slide it into her open and inviting cunt.
Frank gave a shove, and was in. The best part about the fuck, he figured, was the way the cock was bent down like that. It was a new and interesting physical experience.
Suzy felt a bit dizzy from the way her head was down, but she had to admit that there was something to be said for the position. Her tits were hanging away from her body, which was one of the things which she liked about a dog-style fuck, but in this case they were also hanging forward. Like her father with his prick, she felt that this was, if anything, a new experience.
Also, the fact that his prick was pulled down like that meant that in its efforts to stand up straight, it pressed against the rear wall of her cunt in a rather nice way.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Who thought up this crazy position, anyway?" she asked jokingly.
"Probably some crazy old fart. Are you ready."
"Uh huh."
On hearing that, he started to undulate his hips, sliding his prick back and forth inside her twat.
Meanwhile, Betty had really worked herself up to quite a tempo as she raised and lowered herself over her son's cock again and again. She didn't just move up and down, either. As she raised and lowered her hips, she sort of undulated them, so that the angle of her cunt kept changing, and along with it the angle of his prick to his body.
Larry's eyes were closed, and he was breathing m very heavily. As far as he was concerned, it was just fantastic to sit here and have a wonderful woman work his cock like this. He wasn't being completely passive, though. His hands were pressing and kneading her tits, and at one point he bent his neck so that he could actually suck on one. Her constant up-and-down motion was a bit hard on his neck though, so he went back to straight hand work. He had always been obsessed with tits, and fondling them was something that he did particularly well. He had a way of rubbing her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, or of pressing his thumbs against the underside of her tits where they turned back to join her chest.
What a cock! Betty though. At fifteen, her son was supposedly still a boy, but he had a man's penis on him, there could be no doubt at all about that. It was long, it was thick, and it was as hard as if it was made out of poured cement. It was just the perfect kind of prick for this kind of action where the woman plays the active role, she realized. Some guys don't have their heart in it when the woman is doing the actual fucking, and as a result their cocks are not as hard as she would like. But that certainly wasn't the case here.
Frank was really getting into the spirit of the wheelbarrow, and so was his graceful little daughter Suzy. Because of the odd way in which the position bent his cock down, it was hard for him at first to get the right rhythm to his strokes. There was something jerky and hesitant to them, as if he were on his first fuck. But it didn't take long for his very considerable natural skill to assert itself. Soon he was working his cock back and forth inside her warm little pussy as if he had been using this strange position all of his life.
As for Suzy, the only thing that she regretted was the difficulty of getting to her tits. They were still young and not entirely developed as far as size went, but they were easily as developed now as far as sensitivity was concerned as any woman's tits could ever be.
The trouble was that her father was having to support her body by holding her thighs, and Suzy didn't want to make herself less stable and harder to hold by trying to support herself with just .one arm.
Then she got a brainstorm. She crossed each arm so that the hands could press against her tits while the weight of her body rested on both elbows. That still kept things pretty steady, and it gave her a chance to keep her tits from feeling lonely. She liked the way her breasts were hanging forward slightly. She pressed them back, then let them flop forward again. It was kind of a nice feeling, she decided. Most of her attention was reserved for her super-sensitive nipples, however. She trailed her fingers lightly over the pink rosebuds, teasing the things until they were about three times their normal size. She pinched and pulled them, tickled them, tweaked them, and found that no matter how much attention she gave to them, they still no wanted more.
The business she was giving her breasts was nice, but even nicer was the feeling of her father's cock sliding back and forth inside her cunt, pressing against the back of it as he bucked and bucked and bucked, winding them both tighter and tighter, getting them ready for their come ....
Betty's whole body was undulating now with every stroke that she gave to her son. She had turned into a human fuck-machine. She could no longer think of anything else but that hard hunk of manhood that was poking up inside her, how good it felt to her, and how good she wanted to make it feel.
She was certainly succeeding in that last task. Larry could not remember when his cock had ever felt better. Every time his mother's cunt slid over it, the cunt kind of contracted, and when she moved her body up, it sort of contracted again, so that it almost felt to him like he was going to pull her cunt inside out. It was just an illusion, but it was a nice one.
There were little beads of sweat on Betty's forehead, and her breath was coming in great gasps, one to each stroke. She couldn't believe how tense she felt, couldn't believe how every nerve in her body was coiled ready to strike. Her leg muscles were tense, her back muscles were tense. Her whole body had been wound tighter and tighter, and the only thing it was waiting for was the signal to let go.
The signal came suddenly and unexpectedly. As she was raising her cunt up, Betty suddenly felt her body give a final tensing, and sensing that the moment had come, she slid on back down again while her cunt cut loose in a series of frantic spasms. Her whole body pulsed and trembled, and the instant Larry felt her come hit, his cock gave a final little stiffening, and then started to shoot.
It was his first come of the day and Larry had a real load to get rid of. His penis quivered and heaved and shook as it coughed his ball juice up into his mother's agonized twat.
"Fuck! Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck!" he grunted as he felt his prick fire. It felt like it was going to go on forever. Now he was the one who seemed like he would be turned inside out.
Gush! Gush! Gush! One final tremor, and he was through.... He nestled his head against her breasts, while trying to get his breath back. HL head was still spinning.
His mother felt just exactly the same way. She felt totally fucked out. But she also felt totally contented, with his cock in her cunt still, and his head pressed against her tits. She was both lover and mother to him, and the combination of the two roles felt very good.
Frank and Suzy were not far from their come. Frank was bucking away with his hips so hard that Suzy's body was shaking under the impact. His prick felt like it was going to melt if it got any hotter, and his balls were pulled up against his prickroot as tight as they could go. As for Suzy, every thrust of his pressed her labia against her clit, and each time she thought that she was going to go over the top. But even though his own sex organ was frantically demanding release, Frank was not a man who believed in rushing things, particularly where sex was concerned. He was trying to prolong the fuck as much as he possibly could.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" the girl gasped. "I've got to come! Please make me come! Please!"
Frank, who had a fine ear for this sort of thing, could tell by the tone of voice that she really was desperate. He gave one more hard stroke, and all of a sudden her pussy was exploding around him. Her hips trembled as her cunt clutched at his cock, and he had to hold tight to make sure he didn't drop her. That was very important, seeing as his cock was still rammed up inside her. That cock was blasting away too, and both he and his daughter were coming together in nearly perfect unison.
When he had finished, and Suzy's come was past, too, he eased his penis out of her and gently lowered her to the ground. He lay down next to her on his back.
"How did you like it?" he asked her between gasps.
"Pretty good. Interesting, anyway. Not the sort of thing that I'd want every day, but fun for a change."
"I liked the angle my cock was held at," he said. He often liked to discuss the merits of a particular position with his partner after the fuck was over.
"Yeah," she said, "that was kind of neat for me too. The way you cock kept pressing against my cunt as it tried to stand upright, I mean. And I liked the way my tits hung away from my body, too."
They sat up, now that they had their breath back. They saw that Betty and Larry had just finished.
"How was your chair fuck?" Frank asked.
"Outasight, Dad, outasight," Larry answered.
"I couldn't see much of it, but I did get a glimpse of what you were up to," his wife said. "It looked pretty exotic."
"It was," Suzy said.
"Any fun?" Betty asked.
"Yeah, not bad," the girl answered.
"I would have thought you'd have gotten awfully tired holding her up," Larry said to his father.
"Actually I did, kind of. I mean, she's just a slip of a girl, and all. But supporting her like that for a whole fuck is a bit hard on the arms. Great on the prick, though. So I guess that things even out. I even know a fuck where the guy supports the girl totally in his arms, but that's way the hell too exhausting."
All of them wanted a bit of an interlude before getting on with the sex, so they sat and chatted about one thing and another until they started to feel horny again. With the four of them, that wasn't any very long period of time.
"I have an idea," Betty said. "How about a masturbation race between Suzy and me, which the boys can watch to get their pricks good and stiff again for the next round."
"A masturbation race?" Suzy asked.
"Uh huh. To see which of us can get herself to come the faster."
"I thought you chicks just had to touch your clits to get off," Frank said.
"That's sort of true," Betty answered. "So to prolong things, we'll make it a rule that neither of us can directly touch her clit. All stimulation of the clit will have to be indirect-by causing the cuntlips to pull across it."
"Can dildoes and things of that sort be used?" Frank asked.
"That's up to the contestants," Betty said.
Suzy thought that her mother's idea should prove to be a lot of fun, so she readily agreed to it. She decided to just use her hand to stimulate her twat, while her mother went off into the kitchen and came back with a quart-size soda water bottle with a sharply sloping neck.
"You're not going to try and stick that up your cunt, are you, Mom?" Larry asked, a bit nervous for her.
"Ah, now, I don't want to give away secrets before the competition starts," she said.
The two females lay down on the bed side by side. Both of them were staring at Frank and
Larry's cocks in order to get themselves worked up faster. Neither of them had any lesbian streak, so the fact that they were lying side by side on the bed didn't add to their stimulation. As for the men's penises, they promised plenty to think about, since they were already very hard, and sticking straight up in the air. Both males felt that they could go to work successfully on the females' cunts at once if called on to do so, but the idea of the masturbation race so interested them that they didn't say that.
"All right," Frank said, "on your marks, get set, GO!"
With that, the girls started in on their masturbation race.
Suzy started to stroke her labia very gently, using a light, teasing kind of touch. As for her mother, she slid the neck of the bottle into her twat. It was easy for the men to see why she had chosen a bottle of that particular shape and size. There was no way that she could possibly get the whole neck into her vagina, for it sloped out way too wide, as the bottle was a quart bottle. But on the other hand, by pressing it part way in, she could really force the mouth of her cunt open, really stretch her labia. And that really made those pink little cuntlips of hers all excited.
Although nothing had been said about it, each female assumed that she had the right to use her other hand to play with her tits, and neither of the men enjoying the spectacle was about to complain as he saw the soft, smooth hands knead and caress the even softer, smoother breasts.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm, nice," Suzy murmured as she felt her fingers glide back and forth over her right nipple. She was using the same light, teasing touch there as she was on her clit, and in both places it was really having a devastating effect.
Her mother found that the bottle was doing a pretty good job with her twat too. She decided after a while, though, to take her left hand away from her breast and use it on her labia so that her cuntlips were being stimulated not only by the constant in and out motion of the bottle, but also by direct pressure from her fingers. Suzy saw what her mother was doing, and decided that although she would normally prefer to feel up both her cunt and tits at the same time, she guessed that she would probably get quicker results if she concentrated all of her energies on her cunt. One of her hands was already busy teasing her labia. So she sent three of the fingers of the other hand down into her cunt. As she pressed the joints against the moist cunt-walls, it occurred to her that she had probably found a better tool in her hand for stimulating the inside of her vagina than her mother had with that bottle.
Not that the bottle wasn't doing a good job. Betty already had a kind of dreamy look on her face as the combined action of her fingers and the-unyielding bottle neck got her cunt worked up to a more and more frantic state of come-need. She kept moving her eyes back and forth from one of the two cocks in front of her to the other. Both of them were very hard and eager. She couldn't be sure which of them she would most like to have up her twat.
Suzy was grinding her asscheeks against the carpet now, tossing her head from side to side. To hell with this damn race! She just had to get her pussy off as soon as possible, or go straight out of her skull.
Her mother was letting out a series of little moans and gasps. Her cuntlips were so sensitive they could hardly stand to be touched, but for Betty that was just an invitation to go and touch them some more.
Both females knew that they were close to their comes. Just a bit more attention to those frantic pussies, and one or the other of them would have won the race.
Suzy sort of pinched her labia lightly, and in that instant felt her body let go in a series of wild shudders that ripped through every part of her frame as she came and came and came!
Just then, Betty rammed the neck of the bottle up her twat as far as it would possibly go, and was rewarded with an orgasm every bit as violent as her daughter's. Her shoulders heaved, her head tossed from side to side, her hips shook, and all the while, she kept trying to force that massive bottleneck even further up her exploding pussy.
"Dead heat!" Frank said. "Don't you think, Larry?"
"Pretty much," his son said. "Too close to call, anyway."
The two females lay on the bed, gasping for breath. Both of the men were really eager to get their pricks inside them, since the spectacle they had just watched of the women racing each other to a come had gotten them awfully worked up. But they realized just how played out the women felt, and knew that it was only fair that they restrain themselves for a while longer. They knew that they wouldn't have long to wait. One thing about Suzy and her mother, and that was that they were always eager for a fuck.
They all sat and chatted for a while, and thought about what they should do next. Larry found that he kept looking at her sister. She certainly had a nice body, with her slim legs, non-existent belly and smallish but very firm tits. A nice contrast to her equally exciting bother, with her full, ripe shape.
Larry's interest was more than reciprocated. Suzy had never seen her brother naked before, but she was certainly making up for lost time. When her father had first started fucking her, she had thought that there could never be another man in the world whom she would find as sexy. As she looked at her brother, she was not so sure. Her comparisons between him and his father were very similar to his between her and her mother. In both cases the young people found the older, more mature bodies of their parents almost equally as exciting as the sleek younger shape of the sibling.
Frank noticed the glances that the two children were exchanging, and said to his wife, "you know, darling, I think we're about to be deserted."
"Only for the time being," she answered. "I think they're just discovering that variety is the spice of life."
"If that's the case," Frank said, "will you do me the honor of having the next fuck with me." He gave a little bow like a man sometimes does at a very formal ball when inviting a woman to dance.
"With pleasure," she said. "After all, we had to pay for the marriage license, so I guess that we might as well get some use out of it."
There was that impish smile again, Frank realized. He also realized how attractive his wife looked at the moment. This would be their first fuck together since the incest business had first come up and sort of clouded the air between them. He hoped that it turned out to be a good fuck.
The men could hardly stand to wait any longer, and the women were hot enough to know that it wouldn't take much fucking to bring them to the boiling point too.
Larry and Suzy had heard their parents talking. Thus they knew that they were free to fuck together without hurting the latter's feelings. Both of them were very curious to find out what the other was like as a sexual partner.
"Let's do a dog-style fuck," Suzy said. Larry, who was newer to the business of being a non-virgin than his sister was, didn't know exactly what a dog-style fuck was, but he could imagine well enough. He certainly wasn't going to admit his ignorance to his sister.
"Okay," he said, "get in position, then, Sis."
She got onto her hands and knees, with her cunt facing him. That confirmed his guess about what the position must involve. He knelt behind her and got ready to stick his prick in. One good thing about this position, he realized, was that it gave the guy a very good view of the cunt. Suzy's was very pretty, but he noticed with some surprise that in shape and color of the labia, it was quite different from his mother's. He hadn't realized that women varied like that.
Oh well, live and learn, he thought, as he took his sister by the waist. Then, he shoved his cock into her and started to thrust away.
"Hey, you're good," his sister said in a clearly sincere voice. That did quite a lot for his self-confidence. He had been feeling a bit nervous about the fact that his sister had done more fucking than he had, and might think him clumsy. He was glad to learn that the basic experience he had already acquired about how to work a cock was transferable to other positions than the ones he had already done. That would make the learning process a whole lot simpler, he figured. What he did not know was that he also was blessed with a very considerable amount of natural aptitude for fucking.
"Shall we do the missionary, Darling?" Frank asked.
"I think that would be nice," his wife answered. Both of them had a considerable respect for the artistic value of simplicity, and in addition, it seemed to them that for this fuck, which was a fuck of reconciliation, so to speak, the most suitable position would be the simplest, most basic one.
Betty spread her legs, and Frank gazed admiringly at her cunt. It really had to be one of the nicest ones in the whole world. It was certainly one of the very nicest ones that he had ever seen. He was glad that things were working out between him and Betty because he loved her. But he was also glad because that cunt of hers, and all the skill in fucking that he knew that she possessed, were far too exciting for him to want to give up. He climbed on top of her, and shoved his cock into her.
There was something very tender about the way he did that, and Betty realized that, realized that he was trying to say to her that he was sorry for the unhappiness that he had caused her in the past few days and he wanted to make it up to her any way that he possibly could.
Larry pressed his sister's tits against her chest, then let them flop down again. She liked that, he guessed, seeing as she made all sorts of contented little moans. Not that they had very far to flop.
She was only just thirteen, after all, and her boobs still had some growing to do. But that didn't mean that they weren't plenty nice to handle. They most certainly were. It was just that they were so different from his mother's balloons.
His cock was going back and forth in her cunt with that nice, easy rhythm that had so impressed his mother. Her hips were responding too, and Larry noticed with some surprise that although his sister had obviously not been fucking for nearly as long a period of time as his mother, she was just about as good a lay. That is, she was superb. Everything about her radiated responsiveness and pleasure.
Meanwhile, their father and mother were rediscovering old delights, and enjoying themselves thoroughly in the process. Because of the whole tone of tenderness and reconciliation that he wished to impart, he started off quite slowly, but even so there was that firmness and purpose fullness in his strokes that she remembered from the past. Her son was an excellent cocksman, and she certainly planned to make plenty of use of his services in the future. But at the same time, there certainly was a lot to be said for the older man, too.
His hands cupped her big tits. They were a nice change after his daughter's little cupcakes. In fact, everything about his wife was a nice change. Not that he still didn't find his daughter very sexually exciting, but he realized that his wife had just as much to offer.
Larry was bucking away like crazy in his sister's box now, really putting out everything he had to show her what a good cocksman he was. And his natural talent was such that despite his lack of experience, she was quite genuinely impressed.
Frank's fucking got more and more energetic, his strokes faster and harder as he got increasingly excited. That suited his wife just fine. She often liked a fuck that started off slowly, but once her fire was really going, she liked real action in her cunt. Her body was quivering with excitement, trembling every time she felt that prick of his penetrate her eager womanhood. Her tits were almost glowing with passion as his fingers continued to mold and knead them, and to play with the pebble-hard nipples.
Larry's forehead was covered with little droplets of sweat as he worked his sister's pussy harder and harder. His cock felt like it could go off at any moment, and it was only his natural instinct that taught him how to hold back while he got his sister worked up to her come.
Her whole body was charged with a special kind of sexual electricity, and her cunt could hardly bear the friction of that cock, even though she was secreting so much cunt-juice.
He thrust home one more time, and Suzy's pussy exploded in a fantastic display of female fuck-fireworks.
"Coming! I'm coming!" she gasped. "Coming hard!"
Her pussy clutched at his cock and her hips heaved while he pressed her tits against her chest as hard as he could and fired his load way, way into her.
Only a couple of seconds later, Frank's mighty prick got his wife off, and her whole body unwound with a series of powerful jolts that really wrenched at his cock. That didn't keep his cock from letting go all its pent-up energy in gush after gush of hot sperm.
The four of them rested a second, getting their breath back. Then the men pulled their slowly softening pricks out of the wet cunts. Frank glanced over at Suzy. He knew that he would be having a lot of fucks with her in the future. But he also knew that there was a special feeling between him and Betty which nothing could ever replace. It felt good to have his marriage back.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You know," Suzy said to her best friend Sharon Peterson, "your brother's a really neat guy."
"You're telling me," thirteen-year-old Sharon said as she gazed at the departing figure of her brother Tim, who had just been talking with the girls and was now heading across the school yard.
I wonder.... Suzy thought, examining her friend more closely. There was something about Sharon's tone of voice, and the way she gazed at her brother-particularly at his hot crotch-that made Suzy suspect that more was involved than just plain old sisterly love. The fact that she fucked regularly with her own brother, as well as with her father, made her sensitive to things that another girl would not have noticed. She decided to draw her friend out a bit.
"Of course, I'm lucking in having a really neat brother too," Suzy said. "There's something so strong and virile about him .... "
She thought she heard her friend catch her breath at the mention of the word "virile".
"So's Tim," Sharon replied, obviously eager to point out that although she agreed that Larry was a fine boy, that didn't mean that she didn't think that her brother was just as good or even better.
"I can imagine just what it would be like to be held in the arms of either one of them," Suzy said. "Or even to feel one of them stick his prick up me!" By associating the two of them together, Suzy was purposely concealing her own sexual interest in her brother, but she was only concealing it part way. She wanted to see if Sharon would be able to read between the lines. It turned out that Sharon most certainly was. All this talk of Suzy's was making her think more and more about what her brother would be like as a sexual partner. She had virtually no sexual experience to date, but quite a vigorous sex drive had already developed in her, and she had had a real crush on her brother for months now. She had felt guilty about it, and tried to make it go away, but without any success.
"I think it's really sort of unfair that brothers and sisters aren't allowed to have sex together," Suzy said.
Sharon looked at her wide-eyed. The two girls had often talked to one another about sex-something which young girls do a great deal more frequently than many men suspect-but this was the first time Sharon had ever heard Suzy come up with as daring a statement as that. As far as she knew, Suzy was still a virgin.
"I.. . I guess you're right," Sharon said, her heart pounding. "I mean, it would give the brother and sister a chance to really learn about the opposite sex, and all that. The only trouble is that.. . I don't know if it would be really ... right."
Suzy could tell by the dreamy expression on her friend's face that for all the latter's moral scruples, she was feeling very excited by all this talk. Clearly, Suzy reasoned, Sharon must have a massive crush on her brother Tim. She liked Sharon a lot, and felt that it was her duty to bring these feelings out into the open. She knew what fun she had fucking with her brother, and by now all her moral doubts on the subject had vanished. It seemed a pity to her that Sharon would just pine away like she was doing instead of getting some nice hard prick from her brother.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. In fact, I know someone who has sex with her brother all the time."
"Y-you do?"
"Uh huh. And they really enjoy themselves, too. Oh, they felt a little bit guilty about it at first, but now they realize that there isn't any reason in the world why they shouldn't enjoy themselves."
"Who would tell you such a thing?" Sharon asked in amazement.
"Promise not to tell?"
"Uh huh."
"I mean really promise," Suzy said with a grin on her face. The tone of her voice and the grin tipped Sharon off.
"Suzy ... you mean ... YOU?"
"Me."
"You fuck with Larry?"
"Yep. Just like you want to fuck with that brother of yours. Not that I can blame you. He's a pretty good looking hunk of guy."
"Yes. I do want to," Sharon said eagerly. It was a fantastic relief for her to know that she was not all alone with her feelings, to know that someone else whom she liked and respected could also have incestuous desires.
"So why don't you?" Suzy asked with a smile.
"It isn't as simple as that," Sharon said.
"Oh, of course it is. Now if I were in your position, this is what I think that I would do .... "
Tim was struggling with an algebra problem that evening when he heard a tap on his bedroom door.
"Come in. Oh, it's you, Sis," he said, turning around in his desk chair.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," she said.
"Listen, Sis, when you've got to do something as awful as these algebra problems, any disturbance is welcome. And you're a very nice one."
A little quiver of pleasure went zinging up Sharon's spine. Her brother had a big smile on his face, and was obviously very glad to see her. He was very fond of his little sister, and loved to have her around. What he was not quite conscious of was the fact that she was very pretty and sexy played a part in the pleasure he felt at being with her.
She sat down on the desk and looked at the problem.
"That's what you have to do in the 9th grade?"
"Yep."
"I don't think I want to get any older, then."
"Don't," he said. "You're perfect the way you are." Although Sharon figured that he wasn't putting any sexual innuendo in that remark, it still made her slit stiffen up. Her panties were already quite wet with female lubricant. She wondered if he was able to smell it. In fact, he was, and he found the smell very feminine and nice. It sort of put him in the mood for what was to come.
Sharon gulped. She knew now that if she ever wanted to see her wishes fulfilled, she had to take the first step, just like Suzy had said. But the idea of actually doing so made her very nervous. What if her brother was really shocked by her advances? What if they made him think that she was just some kind of cheap, perverted little slut?
That possibility so appalled Sharon that for a moment she decided to scrap the whole plan that she and Suzy had worked up, but all it took was another glance at her brother to make her change her mind and decide to go through with the plan after all. With his broad shoulders and curly hair, Tim had to be one of the handsomest fifteen-year-old boys in the entire school, Sharon figured. She loved him, and just had to have him!
"Gee, your hair's really getting long," she said to him, running her fingers through it. He laughed. He thought that it felt very nice to have those slender fingers running through his hair. Her arm was raised slightly, and that pulled the fabric of her dress tightly across her tits. They were very fine tits, he thought as he gazed at them.
Pity she's my sister, he told himself. He did not know that she had already overcome her scruples about the fact that he was her brother ....
She playfully ran her hand down his cheek, and then down his neck. She started to unbutton his shirt.
"Uh, Sis, what exactly are you doing?"
"I want to see something," she said. "I want to see how much hair you have on your chest."
Tim laughed. He still thought that she was being merely playful, and it seemed natural to him that a very young girl like Sharon would have a certain amount of curiosity about something like male chest hair. He didn't try and stop her partly because he was proud of how much hair he already did have on his chest. Nothing near as much as his father, but still more than most of the guys in his gym class.
With the shirt unbuttoned, Sharon started rubbing the palm of her hand over his chest. She was following a combination of her own instincts and Sharon's advice.
Tim felt his prick start to surge against his underpants. This gentle teasing pressure by his sister's hand on his chest was getting him quite turned on. There was something definitely sexual about what she was doing, and although he could not exactly understand why he felt that way, the idea of his sister doing something sexual with him turned him on.
"Mmmmm, you're really hairy. A great big hairy ape," she purred in a voice that made it impossible for him to take any offense at all at being called an ape.
Her hand slid down over his belly, and she started to undo his pants.
"Sis!" he said. "Don't you think that you're carrying this a bit far?"
Sharon's fear of being rejected by him, and the raging sexual feelings that she felt inside her made her very tense and jittery. But she knew that if she was to succeed, she had to pretend to be very calm and collected. She mustn't let her brother think that there was anything strange about what she was doing. She must try and get him to think that for her to make sexual advances to him was perfectly natural.
"I just want to see if you have just as much hair down here," she said with a soft smile. Before he could react, she yanked his zipper down and grabbed his cock. He still had his underpants on, so she was having to feel it through them, but that didn't make a bit of difference. The pressure of his sister's fingers on Tim's prick, which was already more than half stiff from Sharon's chest rubbing made it swell up to full rigidity. As she squeezed and stroked the thing, his self-control started to evaporate. All he knew now was that the sensations his prick was getting were very, very nice, and he wanted them to keep on going.
Sharon pulled his underpants down and began to caress the taut prick directly. She reached her lips towards her brother's, and he responded immediately by giving her a passionate French kiss. He had never fucked with a girl before, but he had done some making out, and he knew how to use his lips and tongue.
Sharon thought for a moment that she was going to faint as he Frenched her. Up to then, she had been the one who had had to take all the initiative. She had been the one who had had to do all the work. But now, the fact that he was responding like this showed that he wanted sex with her too.
She kept on stroking the cock, and even though it was rock hard when she started, it seemed to get even stiffer with every stroke that she gave it.
It seemed that now was the time to go for broke. Suzy had described the in-the-chair fuck in great detail, and since Sharon had lost her maidenhead to a bicycle seat some time ago, she wouldn't have to do anything difficult like deflower herself. All she would have to do would be to slip her cunt over her brother's 'cock and work herself up and down until the two of them came. At least that was what Suzy had assured her.
She slid off of the desk so that her legs were on either side of the armless desk chair that her brother was sitting in. Holding his cock up in the air, she lowered her hips down to it.
Her aim wasn't quite right, though, and she winced slightly as she felt the knob of the penis poke against her labia. Tim guessed what she was trying to do, and he was almost glad in a way that she had missed the first time. He certainly didn't want his sister to hurt herself, but at the same time he felt a little bit abashed about the fact that she seemed to be so sexually experienced compared to him, and it kind of helped his male ego to realize that she didn't know it all either.
She moved her hips around until the tip of his cock was inside her twat. She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of anticipation. Then, she slid on down, burying his cock inside her.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured as she felt the thing force apart her cuntwalls. She had never had anything up her twat before except for a tampon, and this certainly felt a good deal better than that!
"Pretty nice," he said, trying to sound all calm and collected. In fact, Tim was very excited, and not just in the sense of having a hard cock. Like most fifteen-year-old boys he had spent a lot of time dreaming about losing his virginity. And now that seemed to be an accomplished fact.
Sharon unbent her legs like Suzy had told her to, and lifted her body part way off her brother's cock. Then, she slid back down again. At first, she was worried that she might not be able to remember all of Suzy's instructions, but she soon found that there was no need to remember them. Her own instinct was perfectly sufficient. Soon she was moving up and down with a nice, easy rhythm, undulating her hips as she did so.
She had come into her brother's room wearing nothing but a bathrobe. That hadn't surprised him, since she often went around the house like that. But now the bathrobe was flung open, and her tits were fully exposed.
Man, what a pair, her brother thought as he filled his hands with the soft titflesh. Her breasts were rather bigger than Suzy's, but they still had the freshness of a very young girl's, and her nipples were good and hard alrready. They got even harder as Tim pulled and pinched them.
Sharon was really working away, sliding that pussy of hers up and down over her brother's cock. All her fantasies were coming true. She was fucking her beloved brother. Fucking her brother! She didn't think there could be anything in the world nicer than having a hard cock like his stuck up her twat.
They were both breathing heavily now, as they felt their bodies tense up for the come. They sensed that it couldn't be long until everything really cut loose.
Only a couple of strokes later, Sharon felt her brother's already ramrod-stiff cock give a final little hardening, and then start to quiver and tremble inside her as it shot its load of spunk in gob after hot gob!
That was all she needed to get off. Her hips bucked and heaved while her cunt clutched at his frantically spasming rod, as they both came and came really hard.
"OHHHHHH! Coming! I'm COMING!" Sharon moaned as she felt every muscle in her body release its built-up tension.
"Whewww, Sis, that was really something .... " Tim said.
"Oh my God!" That was their mother's voice. They whirled their heads around, and saw that she was standing in the doorway. At her feet was a pile of shirts and underwear which she had been carrying to his dresser and had dropped in shock as she saw what was going on.
Sharon hurriedly got off of her brother's prick, but that didn't help matters much, as sperm and cunt-juice dribbled down her leg in plain sight of her mother.
"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Anne Peterson kept repeating mechanically, while her daughter hurriedly pulled her bathrobe closed and her son yanked up his pants.
"Mom, really, you don't understand ..., " Sharon said.
"I understand all too well!" Anne said, suddenly coming out of her trance. "I've never seen anything filthier, more disgusting, in my entire life!"
"But Mom...."
"Don't you 'but Mom' me! This is going to require drastic measures. If you can't keep your hands off of each other, we'll just have to keep you apart. Boarding school! That's the only answer, boarding school!"
She slammed the door.
"Guess that really rips it, Sis," Tim said.
"Oh, Tim, I'm so sorry I've gotten you into this mess," Sharon sobbed.
"It isn't your fault, Sis," he said. "Once you gave me the idea, I wanted to do it just as much as you. Besides, maybe it was worth it.... "
The moment Anne was out of the room, her rage gave way to great, heaving sobs. She leaned her forehead against the wall and cried and cried. She just couldn't understand it. She had tried so hard to raise them properly, to be a good mother. And then they had to go and do something like this. She hated the thought of sending either one of them away, but she didn't know what else she could do. She couldn't allow them to go on having sex together like this, and she knew that no matter how many promises they made to her, they would never be able to keep them in the long run.
She waited anxiously for her husband to come home. Maybe he would know what to do. She had heard her daughter leave her brother's room, so at least the two of them weren't going at it at the moment.
When Charles Peterson came home, he was amazed to find his wife in tears. She threw herself into his arms and started to sob violently.
"Anne, what on earth?"
"It's the children."
"Is there something the matter with them," he asked anxiously, afraid that they might have fallen seriously ill, or have been injured in some kind of accident.
'They ... they have sex together! I caught them doing it. I caught them fucking!" Anne sobbed. "Good God!"
"I.. . I told them that they would have to be sent away to boarding school. I said that to them on the spur of the moment. I don't know what else we can do with them!"
Charles got his wife to calm down and tell him exactly what it was that she had seen. He only hoped that his wife did not notice the tent that his prick was making in his pants. He was getting very aroused thinking about how his daughter and son had been fucking together. The reason for that was that he very much wanted to fuck Sharon himself, and had for some time.
"This is an awfully difficult problem we've been handed," he said. "I'll have to think about it. Why don't you go lie down to get your nerves untangled, and I'll take my bath and think about things in the tub. Then we can discuss the situation again."
That seemed perfectly reasonable to Anne, and she went up to their bedroom to lie down. She was sure that her husband would come up with some solution to the problem. What she did not know was that his idea of what the problem was was very different from hers, and that one reason he had wanted her to leave him alone for a while was so he could lose himself in thought of how delightful it would be to stick his prick up his daughter's little snatch!
Boy, that son of mine's really lucky, he said to himself as he eased himself into the warm bath. He had not seen his daughter naked since she was a very little girl. But he could easily imagine just how great she must look in the buff. It was hard enough for him to keep from getting a hard-on whenever he saw her dressed. As he lay in the water, he reached his hand out and gave his cock a squeeze. The cock was good and hard, and he would have given anything for a chance to stick it into her at that moment.
His obsession with his daughter had started a couple of weeks ago, or at least, that was when it had come out into his consciousness. He realized that it had probably always existed, buried deep inside him.
The Petersons were good friends of the Toppings, and Frank always liked to talk to him about photography. It was a hobby that he had been very keen on a few years ago, and though he did very little of it now, he still enjoyed talking about it with someone knowledgeable like Frank.
Frank had sent the pictures of Suzy to the Photographer's Monthly contest two months ago, and though he didn't win first prize, he did win second. That was two hundred and fifty dollars, enough to make him feel really proud of himself. Since the pictures that he had sent in were very artistic nudes, Suzy didn't have any objections to him showing them to an old friend like Charles Peterson.
Peterson had been very, very impressed. Not just by the photographic skill that they demonstrated, though that was quite real, but by Suzy's tremendous beauty and sexiness. It had really turned him on to look at the pictures of her lithe, young body. But it had also gotten him thinking. It had gotten him thinking about how nice it must have been for Frank, taking the pictures, and how much fun it would be for him to take pictures of his own daughter Sharon. It had been so long since he had paid any attention to his camera that there was no way he could suggest such a thing without raising all sorts of suspicions on the part of both his daughter and his wife. But it was a nice daydream.
The daydream didn't take long turning into an obsession, and soon it got so that he could hardly watch his daughter walk by without wondering what it would be to look at her naked. Or even to fuck with her. He was enough of a man of the world to know that it was at least possible that Frank had fucked with Suzy during those photo sessions. He had no way of being sure, but it certainly was a possibility.
Up until this evening, when his wife had sobbed out the story of the children's incest, he had assumed that there was no way he could possibly make his dream come true. He had thought that Sharon was far too pure and innocent a little girl to receive any sexual advances from her father with anything but disgust. Now, he was by no means so sure. After all, if she was willing to put out for her brother, she might well be willing to do so for her father. She had always had a good, close relationship with him, and he knew that for a middle-aged man, he was very well preserved.
Now, he had an excuse, too, something that would keep his conscience from bothering him too much. Anne's discovery of what was going on between the two kids was a real crisis. He certainly didn't go along with the idea of sending them off to boarding school, since after all they hadn't done anything that he wouldn't like to do. But if he put his foot down on that matter, then Anne would just go around spying on them all the time, and worrying about whether or not they were still fucking together, which they doubtless still would be if they got the chance.
No, he definitely had to reconcile Anne somehow to their incestuous relationship, for the peace of the family, if nothing else. And it would be nice if he could arrange things so that he could get some of that action himself....
He got out of the bathtub with his scheme all ready. He dressed, and then called out, "Tim?"
"Dad?"
"Will you please come to my den. There's something that I want to discuss with you."
"Coming, Dad," Tim said. As far as he was concerned, walking the last mile to the electric chair could hardly be much more unpleasant than making his way to his father's den under the present circumstances. He had a very good idea just what his father wanted to discuss with him.
"Tim," he said, "I hear that your mother is kind of displeased with you."
"Uh, yeah, Dad. You see...."
"Oh, stop shaking like that. I'm not going to yell at you. I'm not even mad at you."
"You're not?" Tim asked, flabbergasted.
"No, not at all. Sharon's a very, very good looking girl, and I can see perfectly well how anyone might get carried away with her. It isn't all that easy for me to control myself when I'm around her."
Tim's mouth was hanging wider and wider "open.
"But," his father went on, "as I suspect you understand, we have something of a problem with your mother. She doesn't have quite the advanced ideas on this subject that you and I do. Now, what I suggest is that you do this
A few minutes later, Anne heard a knock on her door. It was Tim, looking very downcast. She felt very sorry for him. A lot of her anger had left her by now, and the shock that she felt at knowing that her children were having sex together was expressing itself in the form of pity, and of guilt for what she imagined were her own shortcomings as a mother which could have possibly lead to all this.
"Come on in, Tim," she said softly. She could imagine how guilty and unhappy he must feel. Even though he had done terribly, terribly wrong, her first instinct as a mother had been to comfort him.
"Mom," he said quietly, "I just came to tell you how sorry I am about what happened."
"I understand," she answered. "Though I don't think that that can change the decisions that your father and I are going to have to make."
"I know, Mom. It's just that I couldn't stand thinking that you might not be willing to forgive me." In fact, he did not like the fact that his mother was so displeased with him, but the way he was planning, on his father's advice, on obtaining that forgiveness, was quite different from what she suspected.
"I forgive you, Tim, I really do," she said, with tears in her eyes.
"Mom!" he cried, and threw herself in her arms, snuggling up to her as if for comfort and protection.
Anne held her wayward son tightly to her. This was what being a mother was all about. Comforting the ones you loved. It was her husband's hope that this feeling was such a female one that it had to be akin to sexual excitement. Well, Tim was planning on finding out about that now.
He made sure that he was pressed against her ample bosom. She thought that the reason he did that was simply because he regarded her breasts as symbols of motherly comfort.
Breasts are sensitive, and to them, stimulation is stimulation, no matter where it was coming from. Nursing mothers are known to often get excited by the feel of their baby's lips sucking on their nipples. Likewise, the way that Tim pressed against his mother's breasts was starting to get her wound up. He was helped by the fact that her tits were particularly sensitive, and that when she had sex with Charles, she always liked him to feel them up as much as he possibly could.
Tim kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that a son normally gives a mother, but it did happen to be on the mouth. He felt her seem to relax a bit, and then he slid his tongue in between her lips.
She tried to push him away, but he held her tightly. She couldn't say anything because his mouth was pressed against hers. And his hands were already feeling up her breasts.
The plan worked perfectly. All the snuggling up to her and asking for her maternal forgiveness had gone a long way towards putting her in the mood for sex. When her son started to express his desires openly, it did not take much more to get her excited enough not to worry about who it was who was feeling her breasts and kissing her mouth.
Anne struggled briefly, then went limp in his arms. Already, her clit was hard and her pussy sopping wet. She knew that she just couldn't fight the feelings which were raging within her. If he wanted to fuck her, he could. She was just going to lie back and enjoy.
Fucking her was exactly what Tim had on his mind. The original plan that his father had disclosed to him had laid most of its stress on the need for him to seduce his mother so that she would accept incest as a feature of the family's life together. But Tim wasn't thinking of practical considerations like that at the moment. What he was thinking of was how sexy his mother was, and how eager he was to get his prick inside her.
He shoved her sweater up around her neck, and unfastened her bra. Her big tits, substantially larger than Sharon's, came flopping out. The nipples were already semi-hard. It just took a bit of licking and sucking on his part to bring them up to a state of full rigidity.
His other hand was sliding up her thigh. Soon, it reached her cunt. Tim noted approvingly that the panties were already good and wet, and it was obvious to him that his mother was hot for his bod. Well, he had every intention of giving it to her. He unzipped his pants and worked them down around his knees. The underpants followed, and his mother feasted her eyes on his erect member. She was a woman who liked sex, and whose moral scruples did not stand much of a chance against the sight of an erect penis.
Tim had her skirt bunched up around her waist now, and her panties off. He noticed how wonderfully furry her snatch was. He pressed his hand against it, then licked the pussy juice off of them. His mother was now writhing and wriggling desperately on the bed.
"Your cock!" she gasped. "I've got to have your cock!"
"Coming right up, Mom," he said. He had never fucked before except in the chair with Sharon, where he had played the passive role, but he figured that it shouldn't be too difficult for him to manage a straightforward kind of guy-on-top fuck. He positioned his penis carefully, for he remembered the silly way in which his sister had missed the first time she had tried to squat down on his cock, and then he shoved in.
"Ahhhhhh!" his mother gasped as she felt the hard penis penetrate her. Her son was inside her. Her son had his penis in her cunt! Just the idea was enough to make her come with excitement. She hadn't realized before how exciting the "forbidden fruit" of incest was. Well, she certainly planned to make up for lost time, now that she knew.
Tim was already sliding his cock back and forth on the film of lubricant that her pussy was so busy secreting. As he had hoped, it hardly took more than a stroke or two for him to get the hang of the basic rhythm. Soon, he was bucking back and forth inside his mother as if he had done it all his life.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh! You're so hardy his mother gasped. She was an all or nothing kind of person. Once the barriers were down, they were really down, and she was entering into the spirit of the fuck with almost frenetic responsiveness. Tim felt her hips undulate under him, felt her cunt clutch spasmodically at his cock as he balled her and balled her.
His balls were aching in their eagerness to unload their spunk. His cock was almost glowing with excitement as he shoved it in again and again. His hands were pressing her tits against her chest, rubbing them together, teasing the nipples.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" his mother gasped. He knew that she had to be very, very close to her come now.
One more thrust and suddenly her pussy was trembling and quivering, her hips bucking and heaving, and her head tossing from side to side with the force of the come that ripped into her like a dynamite explosion. He felt his penis tense, then start to fire, pumping and pumping like crazy, driving his male juices deep, deep into the cunt through which he had once been born!
"What ... a ... fuck ... what ... a ... fuck .... " his mother murmured as she felt the cunt-spasms subside. She could hardly think straight, she was so played out. All she knew was that her cunt felt good, and the reason that it felt good was that her son's cock was still buried deep inside it, and only very gradually softening up.
He pulled out eventually, and the two of them lay on the bed side by side, resting up. But now that her passion had subsided, Anne's moral scruples were starting to return.
"That was a wonderful fuck," she said hesitantly, "but I wish you hadn't made me do it.. .
"Why not, Mom? You yourself say that it was wonderful. We're both really fond of each other, and if we can give each other a little bit of pleasure, what's the harm to it?"
"Things aren't that simple," she insisted. "For instance, there's your father to consider. What on earth would he think if he knew that I had fucked with you, particularly after I told him that I was so shocked and horrified by the thought that you and your sister were making love."
"He wouldn't mind," Tim said simply.
"Oh yes he would."
"No he wouldn't, Mom. How could he? He isn't a hypocrite, and how could he hold it against you without being a hypocrite. After all, he fucks with Sharon."
That was not yet true, but Charles had told his son that he sure planned on making it true as soon as possible.
Anne was dumfounded.
"He fucks with Sharon? How do you know?"
"He told me so. He told me that that was why he didn't mind my fucking her. I mean, it's all in the family. She's still my sister, and you're my mother, and that hasn't changed. It's just that we can give each other some pleasure like this from time to time."
The basic plan of having Tim seduce his mother was Charles's idea, but he had left the details to his son to improvise as the situation demanded. And
Tim was showing plenty of imagination in the way he improvised, too. For instance, during that last little speech, he had seen fit to emphasize the points he was making by trailing his fingers back and forth across his mother's cunt as he spoke. The result was that she was already starting to get horny again, and words of his like "pleasure" had quite an effect.
What really decided her to give up her objections to incest was the fact that her husband was engaging in it. He was a man whose opinions she had always respected, and if he thought that it was okay, that was almost enough for her. It would be ridiculous for her to be the sole holdout in the family, particularly since she could only be a holdout in the most ridiculous and hypocritical manner, seeing as she had already yielded to her son. Tim's arguments were good too, and besides, those fingers of his were driving her twat wild.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, "I guess you may be right after all. Have you ever licked a woman's cunt?"
Tim had not, but he was certainly willing to try. She spread her legs slightly, and he put his head between them. So much pussy-juice had been secreted during their previous fuck that the female odor was really strong. He found it very exciting and inhaled it with deep whiffs.
His tongue darted out and touched her clit. Her hips shuddered with excitement. He moved it along the labia very, very slowly, while she writhed and wriggled on the bed. Then, he sent it plunging down into her open, warm, inviting twat. He ran the side of the tongue all around the pussy lining, enjoying the taste of the cunt juices as he did so.
"Wow!" she gasped. "You're as good at licking cunt as you are at fucking it!"
His prick was already stiff again. It had never gotten entirely soft, and the combination of that compliment she had just paid him, and the wonderful taste and smell and feel of her cunt was enough to get his dick all starched up again. He knew that after he had finished licking his mother to a come, he would want to fuck her again, or maybe have her suck his penis. Alid he knew that she wouldn't have any objections to that at all.
Already, she was moaning and gasping as she felt his tongue slide around inside her. Then he pulled it out into his mouth so that he could get a better taste of the woman-juice that was covering it. Then he sent his tongue back for some more. He ran the tongue tip around the rim of her pussy, too, pulling it first this way, first that.
"Tim! Tim! Make me come! I can't stand it! Just can't!"
Tim wasn't yet experienced enough to know that when a woman says that, it does not necessarily mean that she wants to come right then. Often she really craves a come, but also wants the tantalizing torment to go on, too. Tim could have gotten away with licking his mother's pussy a bit longer, but it didn't matter. She was, in fact, pretty eager for her orgasm, and though she could have put up with a bit more tongue action, she was willing to forego it.
Tim flicked his tongue against his mother's clit three times in quick succession. She felt herself hanging on the brink for a second longer, and then suddenly the come hit her, and hit her hard, with her body trembling under the blows of her frantic female come-joy.
And all the while, Tim continued to lick away at her agonized pussy, slurping up as much of the cunt-juice that he could while her hips trembled and quivered.
Charles had been listening outside the door during the first fuck, and during the interlude that preceded the tongue job. He had heard enough to know that his plan had been a big success. Although Anne might have subsequent attacks of guilt that she would have to be helped over, she had basically accepted the idea of incest. The peace of the family was assured. Now, all he had to do was collect his reward, and he was sure that Sharon would not dream of trying to refuse it to him. She was a generous girl, and besides, he felt that for someone who was forty-five, he cut a pretty fine figure of a man, still.
"Darling?" he said, knocking on her door.
"Come in, Daddy," Sharon said nervously. She did not yet know that he was on her and her brother's side in this whole business. She expected that he had come to roar out accusations at her.
"Don't look so depressed," he said with a big smile. "Everything's been fixed."
"Everything's been fixed."
"Uh huh. I'm referring to your mother's prejudices. Not merely will she not be trying to get the two of you sent off to boarding school, but she's even decided to join the fun."
"Dad, are you serious?"
"It wasn't difficult," he said. "Just a combination of my strategy and your brother's sex appeal."
"They're ...? "
"Fucking? Uh huh, right at this very minute. You don't mind sharing your brother with her, I hope. After all, it's in a good cause, and besides, possessiveness is the only thing I can think of that might be able to get in the way of this being one of the best families ever."
"Dad, you're fantastic!" she said, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"I know, I know," he said with a smile. "Can I assume that this hug is a foretaste of things to come?"
"Uh huh," she purred. She would have gladly done anything for her father, she was so happy about the way in which he had saved the situation. Besides, he was right in his estimations. He really was a very well-preserved man for his age.
That little murmured "uh huh" was all the invitation that Charles needed. Just listening to the sounds of his son having sex with his wife had gotten him pretty excited to start with, and now the presence of his petite, soft, sweet-smelling thirteen-year-old daughter in his arms had his prick cramming itself furiously against the crotch of his pants. He pressed his crotch against Sharon's belly so that she could feel through the clothes they were still both wearing how hard she had made her father. She gave a little shudder of pleasure.
Sharon had gotten dressed after being caught in the act by her mother. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. Charles backed off slightly so that he could unbutton the blouse. She smiled as his fingers worked their way down the front of the garment, exposing her bra-covered breasts and her creamy chest and belly.
"Mmmmm, nice," he said, running the tips of his fingers over the taut skin of her stomach.
"Tickles!" she giggled.
"I know somewhere else where you're going to get a lot of tickling," he said, reaching his other hand up her skirt and pressing his fingertips against her already moist panties. She gave a little sigh of pleasure, and wiggled her hips.
Charles had his daughter's blouse off now, and was undoing the bra. She felt so sexy and excited that she could hardly keep her body still, which didn't give him a very easy time with the hooks in back. Finally, though, he got the last one undone, and Sharon's already quite well-developed tits flopped out into the open.
For a moment, Charles thought that he was going to come right then and there, just from looking at them. In the past several weeks, he had often dreamed about his daughter's breasts-wondering just what they would look like naked. They lived up to his expectations in every possible way. Round, firm, with rather largish nipples of a deep pink color. He realized that they rather resembled her mother's breasts. Well, there wasn't anything wrong with Anne's knockers either. He bent his head down and took the right nipple between his lips. Then he started sucking on it vigorously, while his left hand pulled the soggy nylon panties away from Sharon's steamy little twat.
She wasn't entirely passive in this operation either. She was no longer a virgin, and in fact, to get her desires satisfied with her brother, she had had to play the aggressive role. So, while her father sucked on her nipple and fondled her cunt, her own fingers were unzipping his pants, and pulling them down.
"Ahhh!" he said as his cock finally came free of the constraint of the underpants, and expanded to full size, bobbing up and down as it did so. Then, he reapplied his lips to her tit.
Both of them were really frantic for a come, and Charles steered his daughter towards the bed. She plopped down on top of it, and he plopped down next to her. She felt his strong hand force apart her thighs. She lay back, female, open and expectant, as he got aboard. Then, she felt the top of his rod press against the entrance to her cunt.
For a moment, he amused himself with just rubbing her labia with the very end of his prick. Then, he shoved on in. His daughter gave a little gasp as he did so. He was bigger than her brother. She didn't mind, though. The thickness of his cock as it forced apart the tender, wet walls of her twat, just made her feel all the more excited.
He was way too horny to worry about taking his time with a lot of slow-moving preliminaries. Now that he was inside her, now that his daughter's pussy was gripping his throbbing dork, all he could think of was how desperately he needed a come. And he knew that she must need hers every bit as badly as he needed his. He started bucking away with powerful, even strokes, while she moaned and gasped before this delicious masculine onslaught.
His hands, meanwhile, were going wild with those soft tits of hers. They stroked them, pressed them, kneaded them like dough and, of course, paid special attention to the girl's nipples, which were already swollen far bigger than she could ever remember their having been.
Meanwhile, Anne had recovered enough breath to be willing to go on to the next course in the banquet, and Tim was fucking her dog-style like there was no tomorrow. He was cupping her tits in his hands, pressing them against her chest, swinging them from side to side, and doing all sorts of other things to the tender globes which were just about driving Anne crazy. His prick was every bit as active, too. She felt his tool slide furiously back and forth on her cunt-dingle, pulling her labia across her pulsing clit every time he thrust it in. And every time that he pulled it out, her cunt gave a sort of spasmodic contraction around it to try and keep it in, so that he had to really pull.
Charles was working away in a frenzy. His breath was coming in heavy, hard pants, his forehead was covered with sweat, every muscle in his body felt like it had been tied in knots. His balls were pulled up tight in the ball sack, and his prick felt like it was just about to snap in two, it was so hard.
As for Sharon, she was so turned on she hardly knew where she was. All she knew was that she was getting eight inches of hard beef smack bang in the slot, and it was just outasight. Her pelvis was giving little counterthrusts every time she felt him drive that jackhammer home.
Man, oh man, she thought, what a fuck!
At just that moment, Charles felt his cock go numb for an instant, then flood with sensation, as it started to pump out its spunk like a fire hose. And Sharon just had to feel the way in which his dork was quivering between her frantic cunt-walls for her body to explode in a frantic orgasm to end all orgasms!
"Fuck! OHHH! Fuck!" she moaned as she felt her tension let fly in a series of shudders that seemed like they were going to tear her body apart.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... she gasped, her voice dying away with the force of her come.
And in another bedroom, a final hard thrust by Tim succeeded in getting his mother off in an orgasm that was every bit as much of a pussy-buster as her daughter's was.
It looked like family life for the Petersons was going to be very interesting from now on ....
CHAPTER SIX
"You know," Frank Topping said to his family at lunch, "I was talking to Charles Peterson, and he made an interesting suggestion which I promised I'd bring up with you people."
"What's that, dear?" Betty asked.
"Well, it seems that he knows all about the little fun-and-games sessions that go on here."
"Really?" Betty was surprised and a bit shocked.
"Oh, don't worry," Frank said. 'That's why I'm here. The Petersons have been following our example."
"Fucking away like bunnies?" Betty asked.
"That's about the size of it. The two kids like to make it together, and they like having sex with their parents, too."
"Well, I'm glad the Petersons are having a good time," Betty said, "but how on earth did they find out."
Suzy blushed.
"That wasn't too discreet of you, Suzy," her mother said to her. "What if the Petersons hadn't been as ....modern ... as we are?"
"Oh that wasn't a problem," Suzy answered. "I sounded Sharon out pretty thoroughly. The reason I told her was that she had the hots so badly for Tim."
"I understand, dear," her mother said with a smile. One thing about Betty, and that was she could never stay even mildly irritated with her children for very long. Besides, clearly no harm had been done. If the Petersons were busy committing incest, it was hardly likely that they were going to inform on the Toppings.
"What's this 'interesting suggestion' you mentioned, though?" Betty asked her husband.
"Well," he said, "I get the impression that the Petersons believe like we do that variety is the spice of life. And Charles thinks that it might be kind of fun if we could all get together for an orgy."
"That doesn't sound bad," Larry said. He knew that Sharon was a fine looking little girl, and her mother had that kind of mature beauty that he admired so much in his own mother.
"I've always wondered what kind of lay Charles was," Betty admitted. "He looks like he's still got a lot of pep in him."
Suzy and her father thought that Charles Peterson's idea was a good one, too, so it was agreed that the Petersons were to be invited over for some communal sex that evening.
After dinner, Betty and her daughter went upstairs to get ready. Both of them wanted to make a good impression on the new partners they would be trying out. Each of them bathed, and then they retired to their rooms to finish their preparations.
Suzy powdered herself lightly, and put on a pale shade of lipstick. She rubbed some of this on her nipples, too. That felt really good, and she pressed her thighs together thinking of how nice it would be when she had either Charles or Tim Peterson's tongue and fingers on her nipples. On an impulse, she spread her legs and put just the lightest touch of lipstick on her labia, too. That way, all of her really tender skin matched.
She reached for a perfume bottle. After applying some to the regular places, she thought of putting some near her cunt. The trouble was that she didn't want to mask her natural female odors. She knew from experience just how intoxicating men often found those, and for that reason it would have never occurred to her to use any vaginal deodorants or preparations like that.
After a moment's reflection, however, she decided that judging from what her father and brother had told her, her female smells were so strong that they would not be drowned out by just a tiny bit of perfume placed on the inside of her thighs. In fact, the two feminine odors-the artificial, elegant one, and the natural, earthy one-might turn out to be a pretty potent combination.
After combing her hair, she pulled on a very thin nightie that she had. She tied it so that her breasts, with their pert, lip stick painted nipples, rested on top of the neckline. That way, they were fully exposed and riding high. The nightie was belted around the waist, but that was the only closure, so that as she walked her pubic triangle was constantly exposed. A pair of her best earrings completed the effect, and she went downstairs to await the arrival of the guests.
If Suzy was trying for an effect of conscious artificiality, her mother decided on the natural look. She put on a fresh blouse and tucked it into the waist of her skirt without buttoning it. That meant, of course, that most of her tits were exposed. It was quite possible that one of them would end up peeping out from behind the cloth, but she was going to let nature decide that.
The skirt was a rather short one that buttoned up the front. She undid the lower buttons, so that although as she walked her cunt was still hidden. When she sat down anyone who bothered to look (and she knew perfectly well that all the males would bother to look) would be able to see that she had no panties on.
As for Frank and his son, they bathed but otherwise made no special preparations. They figured that prettying oneself up was something to leave to women. After all, they thought, they had their big cocks to rely on. These cocks were already making very noticeable bulges in the front of their pants, too.
They sat around chatting and waiting for the guests to show up. The waiting wasn't all that easy either, at least for the men, given the way in which the two females were gotten up. It didn't take much looking at Suzy and Betty for Frank and Larry to feel their cocks cramming furiously against their trousers.
The doorbell rang and Frank went to answer it. It was the Petersons. As soon as they were inside the Peterson women took off their coats and it was apparent that they too had given some thought to their appearance. Sharon wore nothing at all but a gold chain around the waist. The way the bright little links contrasted with the soft, creamy smoothness of her belly was something that the men all found very exciting. Her mother had done herself up on purpose like a whore. She was wearing dark stockings with seams, high heel shoes, a red garter belt (but no panties) and a red half-bra that showed the ends of her breasts.
"I'd offer you a drink," Frank said to the new arrivals, "but I'm not sure that I'd be able to keep from leaping at the two ladies while you were drinking it. My self-control does have some limits, you know."
"That's okay," Charles laughed. The look he was giving to Suzy and Betty indicated perfectly well why he thought that that was okay, as did the massive bulge in his pants. He didn't want to waste any time on such an everyday pleasure as a drink when there were a couple of females like those two standing around waiting to be fucked.
"How do you want us to pair off?" he asked.
"Any way you like," Frank said.
"Well, what do the ladies think?"
It turned out that all the men were turned on by all the women, and vice versa, so that no one really had any very strong preference. It was decided to draw lots to get the ball rolling. Charles wound up with Betty, Sharon with Larry, Tim with Suzy, and Frank with Anne. That having been settled, none of them wanted to waste any more time.
"Anything in particular you like?" Charles asked Frank's wife.
She glanced down at the bulge in his pants.
"I think I'll like anything that you have to offer," she said, and she gave his crotch a little squeeze. He, in turn, reached down and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her skirt so that it was open all the way from the hem to the waist. That made it easy for him to press his fingers against her tender twat. Betty shuddered as she felt the pressure on her cuntlips, and particularly as she felt his index finger go poking straight up her vagina.
"You like?" he asked.
"It feels so good your cock may have some competition," she said.
"Don't worry. My cock is thicker and longer. Once you get to know it I think you'll have forgotten all about my finger." The finger seemed determined to enjoy its moment of glory, however. The way in which it was pressing against the inside of her cunt and moving around in circles in there was really getting to her. Her clit was already as hard as a pebble, and her twat was absolutely awash with pussy-juice.
She unzipped his pants and pulled them down. The underpants followed, and she squeezed the now-naked cock as tightly as she could between her fingers. He gave a little gasp of appreciation.
"Careful with that," he said, "it's loaded."
"I know where you can safely unload it," she said.
They got down on the carpet, and Charles climbed on top of her. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt, and she crossed her legs over his back to make her vagina tighter. Then, he slid on in. His cock really was kind of thick, so it was quite a fit, but that didn't matter. The added friction and pressure just increased their excitement. All preparations now complete, he started to slide his mighty dork in and out of her willing cunt.
Tim wasn't wasting any time with Suzy, either. The fact that her nipples were exactly the same shade of pink as her mouth really intrigued him, and he started sucking on them. Suzy's breasts were very responsive, and she really enjoyed the tit-sucking. On the other hand, there was another, even more sensitive part of her body that wasn't getting any attention at all, and it now felt really desperate.
"You know," she said, "my nipples aren't necessarily the only other part of me that I've made up."
That hint was all that was needed by Tim. He guessed that she must be referring to her cunt, since he knew from his sister that cunt, nipples and lips are often the same color naturally. Sure enough, the other place where his partner had put lipstick was her twat. He found that out after kissing his way slowly down her chest and softly-curving belly. He knew how delightful his sister's pussy smelled, and he took a deep whiff through his nostrils. The combination of natural female musk and expensive perfume just about made him come right then and there. He couldn't imagine any other combination of smells that could possibly be more feminine.
Smelling wasn't the only thing he wanted to do, however, nor was looking, though he certainly did enjoy gazing at those delicate, tender folds of lip stick painted female flesh. His tongue darted out and flicked the coral-pink labia.
"Mmmmmm, nice," Suzy said, "but why don't you move your hips around so that I can get my mouth better acquainted with you, too?"
Since Tim's penis almost hurt from being so hard and frustrated, he didn't have any objection in the world to that idea. He slid his body along the carpet until his cock was right next to her mouth. Meanwhile, his tongue slurped away on the cunt exposed in front of him while the owner of the cunt wiggled her hips with excitement.
That wasn't all that she did, however. She took the hard dork between her fingers, and started to lick on its knob just as a child might lick on an ice-cream cone.
As for Larry and Sharon, they had started in on a dog-style fuck and were already getting pretty worked up with it. Sharon's body was quivering to the force of his thrusts, and he was burying his cock in her faster and faster as he tried to somehow quench the raging come-need which was consuming his prick. He had his hands on her tits, and was rubbing them against one another and against her chest. She was giving little moans of pleasure as he did so. He had a way of pulling gently on her nipples that she thought was just out of sight. The pink nubs had responded by swelling up to about twice their normal size, and it felt like he was managing to make them even bigger.
Charles was still taking it easy with Betty. He was the kind of guy who believed that a fuck was something which should be built to a crescendo gradually. In fact, he almost liked this calm, languid phase better than the frantic heaving back and forth which he knew he would be engaged in soon. It was apparent from the sighs she was giving, and from the way in which her cunt spasmodically clutching at his hard-driving prick that she liked his action.
As for Frank, he had his prick resting between Anne's ample tits. She was pressing the soft globes together as he slid his penis back and forth. Her mouth was open, and it was obvious that she wanted him to fire as much of his spunk into it as he could possibly manage. The only trouble with the position for her, though, was that although the tit-stimulation was great, there wasn't any way he could get at her cunt, and her cunt didn't like that at all. Frank was intelligent enough to realize this, so he put his hands on her breasts. That freed hers to go to work between her legs. She used the fingers of her right hand to pull the labia apart, while the fingers of the left were poking way down into her vagina. Every now and then she would remove the fingers of her left hand from her twat and suck on them.
If Anne's mouth was ready to get Frank's sperm shot into it, Suzy had her mouth wrapped around Tim's cock and was sucking away on it like there was no tomorrow. She started out just sucking the head of it. Then, she slid her lips down the length of the shaft, and worked on the prick root, using her fingers to play with his tight ball sack.
All of this was really getting him cranked up, and he was determined to give her cunt as good a time as his cock was getting from her mouth. His tongue slid back and forth over her wet, crinkly labia, while he continued to inhale the mixture of perfume and cunt smell. He even dared give the occasional little flick to her cunt. He had learned in the past few days of fucking with his sister, though, that that was a part of the female anatomy that a guy had to be very careful how he handled. Certainly, every time the tip of his tongue touched her clit, even for just a second, her whole body shuddered. So, most of the time he concentrated on her cuntlips instead, which were sensitive, but not that sensitive.
He was really slurping away with his tongue, really lapping that pussy-juice into his mouth. It tasted fantastic, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough. That was good, because no matter how much he licked, he came nowhere near licking her dry. More and more of the stuff was oozing out of her pussy with every second.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh baby!" Sharon moaned as she felt Larry thrust his cock in again and again. They were right on the brink now. It would only take a couple more thrusts of his prick, Larry realized, and then they would be coming. He really needed that come, too. Needed it badly. He bucked and bucked harder and harder, trying to get them over the last hurdle.
Charles's slow, casual fuck had turned into a really energetic series of hip-thrusts as he got more and more worked up. Although he liked to start things off nice and easy, once he really got going, he could hand out cock-thrusts as hard as those that any woman had ever felt. Certainly Betty could hardly remember having had a better one, though of course her son and husband had given her some that were as good.
She felt like her back was going to snap in two, her muscles were so tense with excitement. Her head was tossing from side to side now with excitement, and there were little beads of sweat on her forehead. Her hips kept giving counter-thrusts to each shove of his prick, as if she couldn't stand to wait a split second longer to have that penis buried in her up to the hilt. And that was a hundred per cent true, too.
Anne's cunt was so excited that she knew all that would be necessary for her to get herself off would be for her to just lightly graze the top of her clit with one of her fingers. She held off, though, until Frank was ready to come. Not that that was going to be long. The way he was gasping and grunting, the look of determination on his face, the way his super-rigid prick felt as it slid back and forth between her tender breasts, told her that he would be spurting any second now. She ran her tongue around her lips. Her mouth was really eager to get some of that prick-juice in it.
That was true of Suzy, too, as she sucked on Tim's cock. Her tongue was pressing against it as she tried to get him to come as soon as she could. After all, she was aware that it wouldn't take much on his part to get her off when he felt his cock starting to blast. Just the right kind of lick on her twat would do the trick. Tim guessed how close to her orgasm she was, and he was easing up on the action a little bit so as to give himself time to get his rocks off.
Suzy slid her lips up the length of his shaft and started concentrating once more on the place where it joined the knob. That was all that was needed. He felt his cock quiver, then start to shoot its load of boy-cream on into her mouth in spurt after spurt. She felt it hit the back of her mouth, felt it dribble down her throat, felt it fill the space between her teeth and her cheeks. And still he was shooting.
She was coming too, and coming very hard. The moment Tim felt his prick give that last little quiver, he pressed his tongue against her clit as hard as he possibly could. Her pussy immediately erupted in a series of frantic spasms, as her whole body seemed to unwind all at once.
Just as her come was starting to leave her, her brother managed to get her friend Sharon off with one final shove of his prick.
"Coming!" the girl moaned. "Coming hard! Coming so fucking hard!" And she was, too, coming like crazy while his prick gushed away inside her and he pressed her soft tits all the harder against her chest.
At that instant, Frank felt his cock start to gush. The first gob of man-cream landed right next to Anne's mouth. He managed to change the angle slightly, and the rest, or most of it, actually went shooting in between her lips, though some did land on her chin and neck. As Frank's prick fired, Anne got herself off with her hand, too, and trembled and shuddered under him.
Betty was coming just as hard as her husband was, as she and Charles writhed around on the floor gasping and coming together, her legs locked around his back as tightly as possible.
Suzy sort of basted Tim's prick with its own no sperm for a while, then eased her mouth off the slowly-softening orgasm. She was very careful about how she did so, since she didn't want to spill any of the precious male fluid. She sloshed it around in her mouth, and used her tongue to force a drop or two over her lips, so that he could see it dribble down her chin. Finally, she swallowed the stuff in one big gulp.
"Nice?" he asked.
"You bet. How do I taste?"
"Very nice," he said. He realized that his chin and his cheeks were covered in pussy juice from having been pressed up against her crotch like they had been. He stuck his tongue as far out of his mouth as he possibly could to lick it off. He ran his right index finger along those parts of his face that his tongue couldn't reach, then licked it.
Frank got off of Anne, and she gently cupped her tits.
"Man, I never realized how sensitive these were," she said. "Charles knows a lot of tricks, but that's one position that we've never tried. It's really fantastic!"
As for Larry and Sharon, he was keeping his prick in the little girl for the time being. It was nice to rest there together, their bodies still locked, while he idly felt her nipples. The presence of his prick in her cunt and his fingers on her nipples meant that Sharon was still semi-excited. But the frantic come-need of a minute ago had been taken care of by the orgasm, and she thought it was really nice to remain there on her hands and knees with her body still slightly tense.
"Want to know something?" Charles said to Betty. "You're a fantastic lay."
"You're not so bad with that prick of yours either," she said with a smile. They were lying with their backs on the carpet. His fingers were gently stroking her cuntlips. The cuntlips were so sensitive that they could hardly stand to be touched, but that didn't matter to Betty. She wanted to have him go on touching them.
Frank stepped over to the bar.
"Anyone for a drink?" he asked. Everyone got up and joined him. A little interlude was necessary before they got on to the next round of fucking. Frank and his wife had decided that if their kids were old enough to fuck, they were old enough to do a bit of drinking. Anne and Charles hadn't thought about the matter until now, but one look at the expression on their kids' faces told them that Sharon and Tim would be terribly embarrassed if the Topping children were allowed to drink and they weren't. So, Charles just nodded his head slightly, and his two kids put in their order.
Soon, they were all sitting on the rug in a circle, naked as jays and sipping on their drinks. The kids, who weren't really used to drinking, were careful about how they handled their highballs. There was even a bit of sneezing on their part, but they didn't mind. Being allowed to drink like this made them feel wonderfully grown up.
"This orgy of yours was a wonderful idea," Betty said to Charles.
"Glad you think so. I've never been to an orgy before, and it seemed to me that if I wanted to have the experience, I had better just organize one myself."
"By the way," Frank said, "I suppose we'll all want to switch partners for the next round. Do we want to draw lots again, or what?"
"I don't think that's necessary-the drawing of lots, I mean, not the switching, since variety is the whole point of an orgy," Charles said. "Besides, if we draw lots, we might all end up with the same people we had first time. Since I fucked with Betty last time, how about me having a go on Suzy, if she doesn't object. I'd like to compare a younger to an older woman, and besides, since she was fucking with Tim, she might enjoy seeing how the father stacks up with the son."
"You've got quite some competition to live up to, Mr. Peterson," Suzy said with a grin as she glanced at Tim's cock. 'Talk about a mouthful!"
They all put in their bids for each other as partners, a'nd when that was all settled, Frank said, "Of course, to make things even more different, we could try a daisy-chain."
"A daisy-chain?" Anne asked.
"Uh huh," he said. 'That's where one person fucks another, who blows a third, and so on, so that everyone is fucking all at once. The idea is to try and get off at about exactly the same time."
"That sounds pretty difficult."
"It is, and I don't think that anyone ever gets one to work perfectly. But they're sort of fun to try."
Everyone agreed that the idea was an interesting one, and it was decided that Charles would fuck Suzy dog-style. She would suck her brother's prick. Anne would squat down on his face so that he could lick her cunt. She would be sucking on her son Tim's prick, and he would be fondling Betty's tits while her husband Frank fucked her.
They all got into position, and Charles eased his cock into Suzy's expectant little body. She was a really delightful little filly, there could be no doubt about that at all. Her cunt was nice and tight, and there was something so girlish and innocent about the smallish size of her newly-budded breasts that he just couldn't get enough of feeling them. Normally, he liked rather large knockers on his females, but this present situation just showed there there's a time and a place for everything.
As soon as she felt his prick starting to slide back and forth inside her, she bent over her brother and took his prick in her hand. Then, she started giving the knob all sorts of gentle little licks with her tongue while he shivered in anticipation. Soon, she would be really sucking on it, but it seemed a good idea to her to get him really worked up first with some real teasing.
Larry's problem was that Anne thought much the same way. He gazed up rapturously at her furry cunt, with its big, pink lips. She lowered her hips slightly, and he inhaled deeply to get as much of her cunt-smell as he possibly could. But just as he thought that she was going to lower her twat the rest of the way down onto his face, she stopped. He lifted his head up, to try and bring the pussy within tongue range, but she just raised her hips slightly so that her cunt remained out of reach. And of course, all the while he could smell the delicious odor of her unreachable twat.
All this teasing and tantalizing at both ends of his body was driving him absolutely wild. He reached up and grabbed Anne's hips. Then, he pulled them down so that her cunt was right next to his mouth, and he started to lick away like mad, while she giggled.
She didn't giggle for too long, though, because she was very anxious to get her mouth on her son Tim's prick. Soon, she was sliding her lips back and forth along the firm, thick thing. Tim meanwhile had one of his hands reached over to one side to cup and fondle Betty's tits. She was lying on her back, and that meant that her breasts were lying across her chest, spread out by gravity. They still stood fairly high, though, since there was simply so much of them. He liked to play with tits, and he noticed that these were every bit as nice as his mother's. For that matter, they were quite similar to his mother's, both in being big, and in having big nipples.
The way he was working her breasts over would have been enough to drive Betty crazy anyway. But the effect was heightened by the fact that she had Frank's big prick sliding back and forth inside her.
Charles was really going at it with Suzy, laying his cock into her in long, hard strokes, while her delicate little body trembled and shivered with delight. Again and again he rammed his dork into her pussy, causing the labia to pull tightly across the aching clit, and each time she was almost sure that she was going to come. But Charles was very good at keeping a woman just under the boiling point so as to prolong the fuck, and though he knew that Suzy's twat was just crying for release, he didn't plan on giving it any for the time being.
Suzy was following the same tactic with her brother's cock. She was stimulating the hell out of it, but she didn't want to have it go off at right that second. It felt too good in her mouth. She wanted to feel that wonderful masculine hardness between her lips for a bit longer.
His tongue was darting back and forth across Anne's cunt, but although she was getting plenty of attention, he wasn't trying to make her come right away. Given the state of tension that she was under, all he would have had to do would have been to just press her clit with his tongue. Instead, he was now sliding his tongue up and down inside her cunt, as if it was some kind of strange penis.
Man, oh man, is she good! Frank thought as he continued to ram his prick back and forth inside his wife's pussy. She was second to no one as far as being a lay was concerned. There was something about her that was so womanly and so responsive. It was as if everything he did to her made her nerves vibrate. He looked at her tits, where Tim Peterson was doing everything he possibly could to get her excited.
Bet she likes that, Frank thought as he noticed Tim's fingers pull gently on her swollen nipples.
Charles knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. His cock had a feeling that he knew very well. The feeling that it got when it was just about to start unloading. He didn't have all that much in his balls to unload this time, but that didn't matter. The need for release was just as strong as it ever was.
Shit, when's he going to make me come? When?? Suzy wondered as she felt the rod buck back and forth inside her. She thought that she was about to go out of her mind from the tension. Every muscle in her body was tensed and waiting to unwind. She could hardly breathe now, and because her mouth was full of her brother's prick, the breathing she did manage had to be through her nostrils alone.
Make me come! Make me come! she thought.
At that instant, she got her wish. She felt her body go sort of numb for a second, and then it was overwhelmed with a tidal-wave of sensation, as her cunt started to clutch frantically at Charles's prick, while her hips heaved and trembled.
The feeling of that tight little pussy grabbing at his meat was all that Charles needed. His penis literally exploded in a series of vibrations that felt for an instant that they were going to rip him to shreds. What spunk he did have left-and he had more than he had thought-went gushing up into Suzy's hot little body like water coming out of a fire hose.
Suzy pressed her lips against her brother's prick in a particularly loving, sexy way. He shuddered, then started to shoot too, and as he did so, he flicked Anne's clit with his tongue.
That clit was so wound up and eager that one flick was all it took before her body shook to the force of a real pussy-busting orgasm! For a moment, she was too carried away to remember to try and bring Tim off, but she soon corrected that oversight, and it only took a bit more sucking to get his rod a-blasting.
He didn't have any contact with Betty's cunt, however, and in that sense the daisy-chain was broken. It didn't make any difference, though, because both Frank and his wife were so incredibly wound up by their fuck that they got themselves off a second later.
Pricks gushing, cunts quivering, bodies writhing in frantic fucking! It was wild for a moment, when several of them were going at once, and when it was over, they all felt completely fucked-out and exhausted. Finally, they eased themselves apart, and stood up, panting for breath. The women seemed particularly worn out, though Charles and Tim both had kind of glazed looks in their eyes. Suzy and Anne were not too tired to swallow the mouthfuls of spunk that they had, though, that was for sure.
"Man, that was quite something," Charles said. He looked at his wife and daughter. They both looked kind of spaced out. "I think maybe that thisll be it for us for the evening, though. Talk about exercise."
Frank and his son had no objection to the orgy being brought to a close. They had each had two fucks, and that was all they could manage without a good long rest period.
That night, though, shortly after going to bed, Betty got up and left the room. Frank knew exactly where she was going, and that gave him some ideas of his own. He had not yet had a chance to fuck his daughter that day, and he regarded once a day as a minimum. He too got out of bed, and headed for her room.
When he pushed open the door, he found her sitting up in bed, wide awake.
"Not able to sleep?" he asked.
"Not without a fuck from Daddy," she said. "I was hoping you'd be coming."
"Don't worry, I'll be coming all right," he said with a grin. He walked over to the bed.
"Anything special you'd like?" he asked her.
"Let's try something we haven't done before."
"I'm not sure there are very many positions like that left," he said with a smile.
"Didn't you once tell me that there's a position in which the guy holds the girl in his arms while he fucks her."
"Yeah, there is a position like that. I've only done it once, though. It's pretty hard on the arms."
"How much do you suppose the woman you did it with weighed?" Suzy asked.
"Oh, I dunno, about a hundred and thirty, perhaps."
"I weighed in at eighty-nine this morning," the petite little thirteen-year-old said. She had that impish smile on her face that her father was totally unable to resist. If she wanted to try that fuck, then that was enough for him. Besides, she was right, forty pounds would make an awful lot of difference.
"Okay," he said, "lie back on the bed with your legs really spread." She did so, and he knelt next to the bed. Then he bent over so that his face and hers were inches apart.
"Put your arms around my neck tightly, and I mean tightly," he said. She did that too. He grabbed hold of her waist, then told her to lock her legs around his waist. After she did that, he straightened up while she hung on.
"You're right," he said to Suzy, "the weight really does make a lot of difference. I can hardly feel you."
That wasn't exactly true, but the way she was braced with her arms resting on his shoulders, and her legs resting on his buttocks, there wasn't really much strain on his arms at all. He shifted his hands down to her buttocks and raised her body slightly. Then, he lowered it down over his frantically erect penis.
That took a bit of doing, since he didn't have a hand free to guide his cock into her twat. Once or twice the tip of his prick just poked against her labia before finally he slid on into her while she gave a soft little sigh of contentment.
Frank paused for a second, then started to jiggle her up and down over his prick. By pushing with her calves against his buttocks, and tensing her arms muscles, she was able to give him quite a lot of help. The other woman he had tried the position with all that time ago hadn't given him a bit of help, which was probably why he had remained prejudiced against the position. The fact that without being told Suzy knew instinctively what she should do was just one of many indications that she had a tremendous basic talent for fucking.
As her cunt slid up and down over his hard dork, he decided that this was actually a very enjoyable position after all. In addition to the tightness of his daughter's cunt, caused by the way her legs were spread so wide, there was the ego trip involved of being such a big burly man as to be able to fuck a woman while holding her in the air. The woman in question was pretty little, but he wasn't going to allow that to bother him. He wasn't going to allow anything to bother him. He was just going to move her up and down until both of them had a nice, hard come ....
Meanwhile, his wife was having just as good a time with their son. She had found him half asleep, but he woke up fast enough when she bent over him and he could smell her perfume. When he opened his eyes, he found her already on top of the bed. She pulled the covers back and felt his cock.
"Like me to do something to relieve this fellow?" she asked. He nodded his head. There was nothing weak of effeminate about Larry, but he knew what fun it was for the man to sometimes assume the passive role. That was why he was making no real effort to get wide awake. He was awake enough to have a hard-on, but there was still something dreamy about him, too. His mother placed a leg on either side of his hips, then lowered her cunt down over his prick. She sat on top of him for a moment, smiling and feeling up her breasts.
Even though his eyes were still half closed, Larry saw what she was doing to her tits, and reached his own hands up to give her a bit of help with it. That suited her fine. She could certainly enjoy playing the active role in sex from time to time, but she also knew that having someone else feel your tits is a damn sight better than having to feel them up yourself.
She started to slide up and down over his prick, or more accurately, forward and back, so that he could continue to feel her breasts without any difficulty. He was more awake now, and paying quite a lot of attention what he was doing with those soft globes of hers. Since he had a good instinctive idea of what tits like to have done to them, she was having a real treat up there. He pressed and kneaded her breasts, then trailed his fingers back and forth across the nipples, which responded by swelling up more and more each second. And all the time, her cunt pulled back and forth over his cock, which was as stiff as a board and increasingly eager for a come.
Both Frank and Suzy were really keyed up now, and that meant that he was moving her quite rapidly up and down over his cock. That was quite a lot of exertion for his arms, but they were the last thing he was paying any attention to. The only orgasm of his that he was interested in was his cock, which was glowing red hot now, or so it seemed as the tight little twat moved up and down over it.
Suzy was panting, she was so horny, and clutching at her father with her arms and legs as tightly as she possibly could. There wasn't any way that she could use her hands to feel up her breasts, but that didn't make any difference, since with every motion her nipples were rubbed against her father's hairy, masculine chest. They were very swollen and tender, and loving every bit of the stimulation they were getting.
Frank's balls were pulled up tight against his prick root. He could feel the muscles in his back and legs really tense as his cock got ready to shoot. It would take just a little bit more of this business of moving his daughter over his cock, and then the two of them would be coming, and he was sure that it would be quite a come, too.
In the other bedroom, Betty was every bit as tense as her husband was. She was working her cunt like crazy over her son's cock, while he continued to feel up her tits. She had secreted so much pussy fluid that she could actually hear a sort of slurping sound when her cunt moved over his ramrod-stiff penis. She knew that it would only take just a few more thrusts to get the two of them off, and that was fine by her, because all this stimulation was driving her absolutely wild.
Frank let his daughter slide down over his dork one more time, and the moment she hit bottom, he felt his cock quiver and then start to really throb as it sent his spunk shooting up into her hungry little twat. His balls had great comeback power, so that even though it had only been about five hours since the orgy with the Petersons, he was really unloading in her, and she could feel gob after warm gob of the stuff splatter up into her womb.
Betty slid down her son's cock, and as she did so her cunt started to clutch wildly at the thing, while her body trembled violently with the force of a mind blowing COME! Every muscle was unwinding, every nerve firing, every part of her was caught up in the mind-blowing female fuck-frenzy, while her son's prick started to gush and gush. He lay back on the bed gasping, his eyes shut tight, his hands clutching frantically at her tits, while his cock seemed like it was going to want to pump itself inside out.
Finally they were done, and she slid her body off of him. They snuggled up together while they got their breath back, and then she said, "darling, I think I had better go back to my own room. You really have to get some sleep, and so do I, and if I stay here, you know what we'll spend the rest of the night doing."
Since he really was kind of tired, he had no objections, and she went back to the bedroom, where she found that her husband was absent. She knew perfectly well where he had to be.
Betty was the kind of woman who sometimes feels a bit let down after a fuck, and the double bed seemed very empty to her as she lay in it. The fuck with her son had been wonderful, and certainly she had no objections in principle to her husband taking his pleasure with their daughter. But somehow, at that moment, the situation seemed a bit odd to her.
At that moment, she felt the bedsprings move. It was Frank getting back in bed.
Does he still find me attractive? she couldn't help asking herself. When he fucked with me this evening at the orgy, was he just putting on a show for the others?
She didn't have long to wait for her answer, for soon she felt a hand stroking her neck. She didn't think she had ever been stroked with such tenderness before.
The stroking went on for quite some time, as if Frank was more interested in showing her how much he cared for her than he was with mere physical satisfaction. Then, the hand moved around to her breasts, and started fondling those, still with the same tender, loving motion. The breasts responded by getting a nipple erection, and she realized that her clit was stiff, too. The combination of pure physical stimulation and wonderful tenderness was getting her wound up in no time.
She felt his hard prick press against her buttocks. Then his hands gently rolled her over onto her back. Without either of them saying a word, he got on top of her and slipped his prick into her cunt.
Man, is he hard! she thought as she felt his cock penetrate her intimate female recesses. He was bucking away inside her now, and doing so with so much energy that it was hard for her to believe that he had just had sex with their daughter, though obviously he had.
Even Frank was amazed at how hard he was. He was normally able to manage a second shot without too much difficulty, but the second shot was often at least a bit inferior to the first one. But that was certainly not the case this time.
They were both breathing hard, and both tensing for their comes. They understood why it was that they were both so excited, why it was that they were enjoying themselves so much. It was because of the love they had for each other, and because this fuck was a reaffirmation of that love. They loved their children, too, but that was love of a different sort, which could coexist next to their love for one another, but not replace it.
One more thrust, and Frank's prick was quivering wildly. It no longer had anything to shoot, but that didn't matter. The mere feeling of it trembling in her cunt was enough to get Betty off, and her body shook with the force of a good, hard come while her cunt clutched at his penis as if it never wanted to let it go.
He pulled out, and they lay side by side, feeling each other's warmth. Neither said anything. They didn't need to. They knew that although they would certainly want to go on fucking with their children, and there would be a lot of love and passion in those fucks, many times the most satisfying sex that they would have would be with one another. As they lay there in each other's arms, they felt very happy.
