FATHER OF FOUR ARRESTED ON INCEST CHARGES, said the newspaper headline.
The story last year in a large mid-western daily barely hinted at the bizarre facts behind the story of the father who had introduced his entire family, including a couple of in-laws, into a fantastic three-ring circus of incestuous sex-play. His wife and children apparently were too much under the spell of his devilish influence to offer any resistance to his carnal outrages, and his drunken and perverted brother, as unprincipled as he, was only too happy to go along with the free-for-all fucking game, it seems. But the man met his downfall finally when he tried to involve his wife's younger sister in the sordid business, and she was the one who blew the whistle on the whole thing and caused him to be arrested in the end.
Under the particularly harsh laws of that state, the man would probably have wound up serving a long prison term for his sexual crimes, but he jumped bail and disappeared, and at the present time he is still being hunted by the law. According to his family, he has not been in touch with them at all since his disappearance. The oldest son, Tom, now nineteen, has taken over the support of the household in his father's absence.
In a series of interviews with young Tom during my investigation of the case for a sociological research project, he was extremely frank in relating the entire story of the strange family and its sordid sexual history. Strangely, the boy now seems to bear no particular resentment towards his father for the things he encouraged his wife and children to participate in. You may also be surprised to^note in the transcript of the boy's confessions that follows, that he expresses no feelings of shame or regret whatever over these perverse recollections of his incestuous childhood and adolescence.
Case 1 The Rogers Family
Tom's story: You have to realize that none of us kids in the family ever had any idea that there was anything wrong with the things that daddy had us doing. What do kids know about incest and all that stuff, unless somebody teaches them? Teachers in school don't give you no lectures about don't fuck your mama, or don't" play with your sister's pussy. The subject just never gets mentioned.
The thing about daddy is, I'm not too sure that he seen anything wrong with it either, as far as I can tell. Maybe it was just a lot of bullshit, the stuff he used to tell us about men's natural rights over women, but I think he actually believed in it himself.
He would always say that the whole trouble with the world these days is the breakdown of the family since the olden days, plus too much freedom given to women. In the old times, he said, the father of the family was the absolute boss, and the whole job of the mother and daughters was to wait on him, and to serve the wants of all the male members of the family besides.
He always treated mama like a slave, and me and my kid brother followed his example and treated our sisters the same way, because that's the way daddy said it was supposed to be. And mama never told us no different. I guess she believed in all that olden-days business too, where women was just slaves to the men.
When I was little, we were living in this real small house, way the hell out in the sticks. We didn't have a pot to piss in, hardly, and the house just had this one bedroom where the whole family slept all together. There was just three of us kids then, and we'd sleep in one bed -me and Annie and Susan-and daddy and mama in the other bed.
I can still remember them days clear as anything, even though I was only about three or four years old at the time Daddy was always horny as hell, and practically every night in the week he'd climb up on top of mama and put the screws to her right there in front of us kids. We didn't hardly even pay any attention to them, though, it was such a common thing. Wasn't nothing strange about it to see your daddy pumping your old lady's cunt right in front of you, as far as we knew.
There mama and daddy would be on hot summer nights-no blankets covering them or nothing-naked as a couple of jaybirds-screwing away on that squawky old bed like a couple of wild animals in heat. Mama was real young in them days-she was only about fourteen when they was first married-and she was damn near as horny as daddy was most of the time. Once he got her worked up proper, she'd be wheezing and whooping and raising holy hell the whole time he was slamming it into her pussy.
He always did give it to her pretty rough, but that must have been the way she liked it, 'cause the more he'd whale away at her and squeeze her big old boobs and pinch her ass and everything, the more she'd thrash around on the bed and squeal and holler and laugh herself silly.
As far as us kids was concerned, it wasn't sexy to us, seeing all that wild fucking and sucking and assholing every night. It was just a goddamn pain in the ass, 'cause it would usually go on for three or four fucking hours at a stretch, and would keep us awake half the damn night.
But we knew better than to make any complaints about it, 'cause if we did, we'd have got our asses whipped raw. Daddy would turn real mean in those days, whenever he got boozed up pretty good. Then it wasn't just us kids that would suffer--he'd beat the shit out of mama, too, for the least little excuse. He'd whack her ass with a big old rattan switch, calling her all kinds of dirty names, and then when his arm would get tired, he'd wind up throwing her down and fucking her right there on the floor, wherever they happened to be.
But I never heard mama yell for mercy or make no complaints about any of it, no matter what he done to her. She knew what man she was marrying in the first place, I guess, and she didn't ever have no complaints. I guess her and daddy was both agreed that that's the way married life is supposed to be for a man and his woman.
Anyways, that's how me and my sisters got our attitudes fixed real early in life about how things is between males and females, so it wasn't no wonder that we fell into the same kind of a routine so easy ourselves, a few years later, when we got old enough to start trying out all the same business on our own.
I always used to boss my sisters around a lot, and whip them whenever I felt like it, just like I'd see daddy do with mama, and sometimes I'd lay down on top of them naked in the bed and wiggle around and tease and tickle them, imitating the way daddy fucked mama. But it was all just play for us kids-no sexy feelings involved, and no sticking my prick into any holes in them early days.
The first real sex incident didn't happen until I was about thirteen or so. I remember that real well-it was a pretty fantastic experience.
Susan was my older sister--just turned fourteen-and that particular day she had fucked up somehow and daddy got pissed off at her. I don't know what she had done wrong-peed the bed, most likely. She was always getting her ass whipped for that. Anyhow, daddy was gonna give her a good switching, but he was too pooped out or drunk or something, so he told me to whip her instead, and handed me the switch.
I wanted to show him that I could do just as good a job of it as he could, so I started off to do everything the exact same way I'd seen him do it a million times before.
First I cracked the switch in the air like a whip a couple of times and yelled at Susan, "Get that dress off you, goddammit, and be quick about it!" just like he would say, and I gave her one good swipe across the back of the legs to make her hurry up about it.
Daddy laughed and said, "Atta boy. Show her who's the boss."
Susan seen that I wasn't gonna stand for no messing around, so she peeled her dress off in a hurry and then huddled over, covering up her privates with her hands the way us kids would always do when we was about to get whipped, to protect them sensitive parts from the sting of that damn switch.
I felt like a real big man for the first time in my life-daddy trusting me with the job of whipping my sister's naked hide. He never had let me use the switch on her before. I was bound and determined that I'd show him I could do just as good a job on Susan as daddy did on mama.
So I didn't waste no time. I started right in, whacking away at her, laying the stick across her ass and legs and back-spreading my shots all around on her hind side the way daddy would do, and I sure had that girl twisting and squealing and wailing up a storm.
But then all of a sudden I got this other kind of an idea about something else to do that would give daddy a real charge. The thought came to me of how he always would wind up fucking mama on the floor after he had finished whipping her ass. So I decided, just for a joke, I'd pretend to do the same thing with Susan-toss her down and make believe fuck her. I'd already raised a pretty good hard-on under my pants, just from the excitement of whipping her slats, so I was all set to put on a pretty good show for him.
I tossed the switch away, like daddy would do when he was finished, unbuttoned my pants and let them drop down to my feet. Then I gave my hard-on a couple of licks with my hands to shape it up good, grabbed Susan by the arm, and threw her down flat on the floor.
"Well, will you look at this here!" daddy yelled out, pretty surprised, I guess, to see what his little pipsqueak son was up to.
I flopped down on top of my sister, yanked her legs apart on both sides of me, and then wiggled myself around until my stiff prick was poking right up under her crotch into the little hairy bush at the base of her belly. Then I began to hump my ass up and down, the same way I'd seen daddy do it a thousand times, riding the nose-cone of my pecker along the hollow groove of Susan's crotch.
I could hear daddy laughing himself silly behind me, and Susan was giggling too, thinking the whole thing was a big joke. I guess she was pretty happy that the whipping part was all over with so soon, besides.
I kept dragging my prick up and down against her hot belly-skin for quite awhile, cause it felt pretty good to me, and I was just starting to get these real funny tickley feelings down inside me, when daddy grabbed onto my shoulder from behind all of a sudden and pulled me up off her.
"Hold on here," he said, still laughing. "If you're gonna fuck that girl, let me show you how to do it right, goddammit. I guess you kids are old enough by now to learn what sex is all about. Your ma and me was already going steady when we was your age, by Jesus."
He came down on his knees beside us and started moving our bodies around to set us up for some real serious fucking.
"You're riding her too high," he told me, "perched up there over her belly like you are. Lower yourself down here into the groove where her legs split apart, so's you get a good straight-on angle for your pecker to run up her cunt. Otherwise, if you ain't lined up proper, you'll keep slipping out of her hole every two seconds, and have to break off your plowing to feed your goddamn prick back up in the slot again. It gets to be a damn nuisance, when you gotta keep starting all over again. Messes up your fucking rhythm and spoils the pleasure of it for you.
"The whole trick to a good satisfying piece of tail, my boy, is to set yourself square on the woman for smooth and easy driving in and out. Then you don't have to worry your mind none about the mechanical business of what your prick is up to, and you can just concentrate all your attention on the inside pleasures you're getting out of it. The thing is, to forget about what your cock is doing down there-let it take care of itself-and you can have some fun playing around with any other parts of her anatomy that's handy.
"I personally like to give a lot of attention to the woman's boobs, myself, while I'm plowing her pussy. That's what the hell titties are there for-for a man to grab onto and pinch and squeeze-not to mention sucking and biting."
He took one of Susan's little pink nipples between his fingers and gave her tit a jiggle up and down. We both kind of laughed then, cause at that age, Susan's boobies wasn't halfway up to the size of mama's Lulu's.
"Them buds still got another couple of years to sprout yet," daddy said. "I don't reckon Susan ever will catch up with her ma all the way, though. Your mama already had the biggest pair of jugs in town by the time she was fourteen, I want to tell you. But Susan ain't half bad for her age, and that's a fact. There's enough of a handful there to satisfy you, I guess, ain't there? And if you want something else to work on, you can grab a couple of fistfuls of this sweet little ass of hers. That ain't half bad, I want to tell you."
Susan was giggling and squealing all the time daddy was talking that way about her, 'cause he kept giving her little ass-pats and titty-pinches along with it. She was pretty near as excited about the whole thing as I was, I guess. She hadn't ever thought of herself as being sexy before, and the idea that she was about to get herself actually fucked for real for the first time in her life had her powerfully stirred up.
"First thing, though," daddy was saying, "we got to bust into her-take her cherry. There's always that little problem to get out of the way the first time you put it into a young female."
He made me put my hand down under Susan's crotch and feel around her soft pussy-slit with my finger, and I could tell there was some kind of an obstruction there, like he said, that was blocking up the entry to the actual fuck-hole. I hadn't ever heard nothing about such a thing before.
But he didn't make no fancy ceremony out of it. He just stuck his big old thumb up in there and gave it a couple of pokes, until Susan let out a squeal and her mouth popped wide open. But she didn't cry or nothing, so I guess it didn't hurt all that much actually. But I noticed there was blood on daddy's thumb when he pulled it out of her, and he wiped it off on his shirttail.
"Now she's ready to be rode," he said to me. "Get down on her like I showed you before and let's get started. Come on, Susan keep them legs spread wide and get your knees up, so's your brother has got a good wide opening to work in. Once he's inside of you, then you can close your legs around him and squeeze all you want to."
I was getting more and more excited as we got nearer to actually doing it. My pecker was swelled up like crazy by now, and tingling all over. It just couldn't hardly wait to get up inside that hot little pussy, laid out there just for my pleasure. So I climbed back up onto her again and worked my prick around below her belly, trying to slip it into the glory hole. It wasn't as easy as it looked, though. I kept on jabbing up against her slot and trying to poke inside, but I wasn't having no luck at all getting in.
Daddy laughed. "Come on, boy," he said, '"you gotta get into her before you can fuck her."
Just then mama came busting in the house from taking a wee wee out back. She seen right away what was going on, and she gave out a big laugh too. "Come on, Tommy boy," she said to me, "shit or get off the pot. It ain't polite to keep a lady waiting when she's in heat."
"He can't seem to find the hole, somehow," daddy said, and they both laughed again. Mama said to daddy, "You never had that trouble, did you?" and she grabbed the front of his pants and gave his bunch a big squeeze.
At this point, I was just about ready to give up on the whole business. Daddy had to come over and give me a helping hand, or else I never would have got my prick into her. He reached in between us and spread Susan's pussy-flaps apart with his fingers, so that the hole was real wide open and you could look right up the chute, and then he laid my pecker-head to it and helped me snake it into the hole an inch or so.
"Now push forward, goddammit," he said. "I ain't gonna do all the work for you. There's some things that a man's gotta do for himself, or else he don't deserve the pleasure of it."
But I didn't have no more problems after that, now that I was actually into her. I knew what to do from there on all right, after all the times I'd seen daddy in action, putting it to mama. So I began pumping in and out of Susan's pussy, and I was pretty surprised to find everything working slicker than shit. It seemed like fucking a girl was easy as pie, once you got started.
I grabbed for a couple of handfuls of her fat little ass, like daddy had told me to do, and lifted her butt right up off the floor and held her hard against me while I rammed my prick up and down her tight little slit a mile-a-minute, with my balls ding-donging away down below.
Oh, it was beautiful! Once I got up a good head of steam, I really started slamming it to her-twice as fast as I ever seen daddy do it to mama. "Cause I soon found out, the faster I pumped, the better it felt on my prick. Wow!
Susan was loving it too, I could tell. She was rocking and rolling her hips right along with every move � made, like we was doing some kind of a wild dance together, and she was letting out these little puffs and squeals every time I'd drive it home.
Daddy and mama was sure getting a huge charge out of watching it too. I could hear them laughing up a storm and yelling at me to give it to her! I didn't need no such encouragement, though, the way I was slam banging along by that time. I guess it must be a mighty proud thing for parents to see their kids fucking together so slick and easy, the very first time they ever done it.
The only trouble was, it didn't last near long enough to suit me. I would've wished it could go .on and on forever but in no time at all I started to get this tickley feeling again, running all up and down my cock, and it just built up and built up, and then there was this fantastic glorious feeling inside me like I hadn't ever felt before, and it seemed like everything was exploding in there.
But, like I said, it didn't last half long enough. It no sooner started to happen, and then it was all over and done with, and I felt completely pooped out all of a sudden and didn't feel like doing no more fucking, at least for the time being.
But the truth is, I wasn't anywhere near finished yet. My prick wasn't getting no rest that day. And what happened next was gonna be about five times more fantastic than that first fucking experience, if I only knew it.
Chapter Two Call Me Mother-Fucker
I raised myself up off Susan and pulled my prick out of her pussy, and this huge flood of wet goo came pouring out of the hole along with it.
"All fucked out already?" daddy said, while I was squatting there wiping off my prick. "Jesus, you oughta make it last longer than that, boy. You gotta learn to drag it out to the limit and get the maximum amount of pleasure for yourself each time."
Susan looked a little disappointed too, that it was all over already. She didn't say nothing, but she was still laying there on the floor all sweated up, with her legs sprawled a mile apart, and she kept rubbing her hand around on her pussy and digging up into it with her fingers, like she was wishing my prick was still inside there doing its work.
"You done right good, though, for a first time," mama said to me. "Rest yourself for a little bit, and then you can try it again. It generally always goes better the second time."
"Maybe there won't be no second time," daddy said. "The little squirt has gone cock-soft on us already. Don't tell me we've raised ourselves a goddamn single-shooter. That'd be a disgrace in this here family."
Mama said, "Don't worry-he'll be okay again in a minute." She gave me a kiss on the neck, and then gathered up my prick and balls all together in her hand and started working them around, squeezing and stroking and tickling with her fingertips, and sure as hell-in no time at all I was right back up in a huge hard on again.
"There, you see?" mama said, real proud of me, and she leaned over and gave my stiff pecker a kiss, right on the end of it, and a little lick with her tongue. It was the first time she'd done that to me since I was real small. When I was a baby, she used to kiss my pecker like that and tickle on it to quiet me down. But I didn't remember ever getting^he same kind of feelings out of it back in them days as I was getting now. When she kissed my weenie that way, I started to feel that same old tickley business rising up inside me again, like before, and I began to think about fucking some more.
Daddy laughed at what mama was doing to me. "Never mind that shit now," he said. "The boy ain't ready for blowjobs yet. If you're so hungry for dick, Rosie, come on over here and gobble on mine."
Rosie was mama's actual name. She stuck her tongue out at daddy and said, "If you're getting so goddamn horny over there from watching us, old man, then why don't you take your dick out and play with yourself for awhile? I got business of my own to attend to over here."
The very next thing I knew, she hopped up and peeled her damn dress off over her head, and there she stood, naked as a jaybird. She never did wear no underwear in the hot season, cause daddy never allowed her to.
When he seen her stripping down like that, though, he yelled at her, "What in hell you think you're up to, woman? Ain't you got no sense of shame in front of your own children?" He was a fine one to talk bullshit about "shame"-the way he carried on around that house.
Mama just laughed, and then she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me up tight against her, squashing her big soft boobies all over my face and everything, so's I couldn't hardly breathe.
"Whata you trying to do-smother the boy?" daddy said."Give him air, for chrissake."
Mama grabbed onto my prick again and gave it a couple of strokes up and down. "Susan had her turn," she said, "and now it's mine. Why should that little fuzz-twat have all the fun?"
"Now you just wait a second," daddy roared. "That boy's got his sister's pussy to diddle with -he don't need no sexing from you. You're supposed to be my woman, goddammit, and don't forget it. What kind of goings on is this-a mother messing around with her boy right in front of her lawful husband? It ain't moral!"
Mama gave him a juicy fart-noise with her mouth. "listen to who's talking, will you?" she said. "When we was first going together, your mama was crazy jealous of me cause I was stealing you outa her bed ain't that the truth? Every damn time I ever came over to your house to see you, I'd always find you and her in the sack, humping away like a couple of jackrabbits. It was a different story in your ease."
"Well, that was different, sure enough," daddy said. "After my pa left home, ma didn't have a soul in the world to sex her, excepting me. I was doing her a kindness, as an actual fact. But you sure ain't got no need for extra loving on the side, by God. Don't I give you all the humping you can handle around here? You don't need no thirteen-year-old dickies diddling your pussy, for chrissakea-not with my king size cock always handy to take care of the job."
"You hush up," mama said. "If a woman can't sex around a little bit with her own son, then who else? You was so all-fired anxious to learn him and Susan how to fuck for the first time in their lives. Now it's my turn to take over the teaching. I reckon I can learn the boy a thing or two that he wouldn't never get from listening to your bullshit. Better he should find out the right ways of servicing a woman while he's still young, before he gets into a lot of bad habits."
"Well, you go right ahead and suit yourself," daddy said. "Maybe it'll improve your disposition at that, riding a different prick for a change. Long as it's all in the family, I guess there ain't no harm in it Better than you peddling your tail around the neighborhood to a lot of strange fellers that I can't keep tabs on.
"The only thing is, though, if you're gonna feel free to mess around with young Tom every time you feel the itch from now on, there ain't no reason why I shouldn't make a little hay with Susan the same way, now that she's been broke in. I can sure use a little variety In my sex life too, by God. A man gets tired of poking the same old hole forever. Come on over here now, Susan baby, and set up on my lap like you used to. Daddy will show you what it's like to get yourself diddled and rogered by a real man."
Susan jumped up right away, all giggly and excited, and ran over to him as if she liked the idea of getting her pussy shafted by a bigger prick, now that she'd had a little taste of what this sexing business was all about. She tried to hop up onto daddy's lap right away, but he held her off at first and yelled at her, "Wait just a second, child, till I pull these britches off me. A man's gotta get his tool out before he can do a job of work."
He undone his belt and started stripping his pants down, with Susan giving him a helping hand at it, but I have to admit, I wasn't paying too much attention to what they was up to by that time, 'cause me and mama had other things on our mind.
She pulled me down onto the floor alongside her, where she had stretched herself out on the hooked rug in front of the fireplace. Then she hugged me close to her again, rubbing her hands all up and down my hide, and she rolled her big squashy boobs around on my chest.
"Go ahead, boy," she said, "take a hold of them titties and have yourself a field day. There's plenty there for you to play with." I touched a couple of fingers to one of the big, beautiful boobies and gave it a little shy stroking. "Don't be scared of hurting it, for God's sake," she said. "Go ahead, grab and squeeze! I relish having my bosoms worked on. It puts me in a sexing mood quicker than anything."
So I laid both my hands flat onto her knockers and spread my fingers out all over them as far as they could reach. It was sure some different than grabbing onto Susan's pint-size apples had been. Mama's titties was way too big for my little old hands to cover over completely with just one hand for each. Them huge fleshy bags of hers was oozing out between my fingers all over the place. I wouldn't hardly have believed that such big heavy-looking bazooms could be so goddamn soft-feeling and easy to lift up and jiggle all around, like they was a couple of half-way blown-up giant balloons that I was playing with.
"Atta boy," mama said, chuckling so that her boobies wobbled and shimmied all around underneath my hands, and it was all I could do to hold onto them. "Get your head down here and suck on them things too, just for old time's sake. I remember how you used to chomp on 'em when you was a tiny tit-sucking baby. You sure did love mama's big old bosoms in them days. Couldn't get enough of 'em."
I didn't exactly remember that far back, but I'd seen daddy work on them fat boobs of hers often enough-squeezing and sucking and all that-so I didn't have no problem of knowing what to do, now that I had my big chance.
Since mama was quite a bit bigger than me all around, it worked out real good for me that when we lined ourselves up together, belly to belly and crotch to crotch, my head happened to come right on an even level with her boobs. So there they were, them two gorgeous brown-nosed beauties, staring me square in the face, just begging to be kissed and sucked on.
I let one of my hands stay where it was, grabbing on the right-side titty, and I laid my face up against the other one and squashed it down, just like it was some big, soft, warm pillow I was resting my head on. Then I stuck my tongue out and began licking all around the big stiff nipple that was poking up at me, and every now and then I'd put my mouth down over the whole thing and give it a big long suck, like it was the business end of a baby bottle. That would tickle the shit out of mama, and she'd laugh like a bastard every time.
"That's my baby!" she'd say. "Suck on mama's titty--just like in the old days."
Maybe for her, but it wasn't like no old days that / could remember. It was all a brand new thing to me.
While I was concentrating all my attention on the boob area, having myself a squeezing and sucking good time, mama was tending to cock and cunt business down on the lower end. She had wrapped her big long legs around me and squashed her warm, hairy cunt up tight against my lower belly, and now she was holding my stiff pecker in her hand, twiddling it all around and milking it up and down in her fingers, getting it shaped up for the main event.
"My little boy's got himself quite a man-size weenie here, for his age," she said. "Not quite up to your old man's prick dimensions yet, but you're getting there fast. You're gonna make a lot of girls mighty happy in the years to come -threading this long lanky diddler up into their screw-holes."
She pulled my prick up under her crotch now, and fed the head-end of it into the mouth of her hot hole:
"Now push, boy-push!" she said. I wiggled my ass and shoved my belly hard against hers, trying to shove my pecker as far up into her cunt as I could possibly get it.
"Atta baby-now you're riding in the tunnel," she said, "Drive it home, goddammit, and let's get this fuck on the road."
She let go the outside lips of her snatch, where she'd been holding them open for me to get in, and now they snapped tight shut around my prick, and I could feel the warm, wet walls of her cunt squeezing on me, all the way up the whole length of my pecker.
"Go, boy-go!" she said. "It's your move now, by God. Get pumping! Whatayou gonna do, now that you've got it in me-lay there like a dummy? Come on, fuck me. Tommy baby! Fuck your mama. Make me proud of you."
I didn't need no more encouragement than that, being pretty anxious to get them same crazy feelings stirring again in my pecker like before, and another one of them fantastic pop-offs like I'd had in Susan's pussy. So I began humping my ass up and down, driving my cock in and out mama's snatch-chute at the same crazy, mad pace as I was doing before with Susan. But mama put the brakes to me fast.
"Hold on-hold on!" she yelled out. "There ain't no big rush here. That's why you corned so quick the other time from fucking too fast. You gotta take it slow and easy, boy, if you want to make it last awhile. Then the pleasure turns out lots better for you and the woman both."
She grabbed my two ass-cheeks in both her hands and held on tight, not letting me hump half so fast as I had been doing. Then she began moving my ass up and down with her hands at a nice smooth, easy pace, and at the same time she started her hips rolling and heaving underneath me, rising up to meet me each time I'd pump, and after a few seconds, we got a real nice thing going between us, humping and pumping together both at the same time. I could tell right away that this was gonna have beautiful effects on my pecker, which was already beginning to feel tickley and tingly down in the roots of it.
"This is the way to do it," mama said. "Now, by God, you're getting the hang of it," and she reached down under my ass and gave my balls a wild little tickle and a pinch that set off more sparks inside me.
Actually, I was kind of surprised that hot-blooded mama wanted to fuck with me this slow, quiet way, like we was doing, cause with her and daddy it always was a wild, bang-bang thing-with both of them humping their asses like crazy, and whacking and grabbing away at each other, sweating beads and yelling blue murder. Lots of times, especially when they was both pissed from slurping booze all day, they'd roll right off the bed onto the goddamn floor while they was doing it, and not even know it had happened. They'd just go right on fucking up a storm down on the hard floor, never even losing a stroke of their screwing rhythm.
But mama seemed to be enjoying for a change this nice gentle kind of humping that we was doing here. She kept letting out little laughs and sighs as if she was real happy about the whole thing. And it sure was some sweet time for me too. The longer it went on, the warmer and tinglier I felt all over.
And as I got more and more riled up, I went more and more hog-wild at working on her boobies-not just grabbing at 'em and sucking and licking around, but really chomping hard on the big rubbery nipple I had in my mouth-biting it and pulling at it with my teeth-WOW! I'd always knew that women's titties was pretty things to look at, but I didn't ever realize before what a barrel of fun a guy could have with his mouth and his hands, fucking around with a gorgeous pair of 'em like-these. Especially when my pecker was stuffed up inside a tight cunt at the same time, that was squeezing and milking the bejeezus out of it, and bringing me closer and closer to a fantastic all-out pop-off like I'd never even dreamed of.
When I finally did come, it was like everything inside me just let loose all at once in one huge explosion. And it seemed like mama must've hit her peak too at just about the same split second as me, cause while these hot flashes of sweet glory were shooting up and down my cock like crazy, mama started letting out a whole set of whoops and yells-Oh Jesus! Oh glory! Hallelujah, baby!-and just shaking all over like an earthquake and hugging me tight to her.
After my prick was pumped completely dry, I just laid there where I was, on top of mama's big soft body, with my head still laying on the big hot pillow of her tit, and with her still hugging me to her with one hand and patting around on my ass with the other, sort of teasing up and down the crack with one finger and giving me little goosy tickles every once in a while in my asshole.
"I'm truly proud of you, boy," she said. "You caught onto that real fast and done your fucking chores just beautiful. We all are sure gonna have a pile of fun for ourselves in this house / from here on, now that the ice is broken all around."
I'd practically forgotten all about daddy and Susan, since I'd got so wrapped up in sexing with mama, but now that we was finished with our fuck and quieted down, I could hear all kinds of racket coming from them other two. By the sound of things, they must've been going at it real hot and heavy, the way "Susan was blowing and squealing, and daddy was raising the goddamn roof, yelling at the top of his voice a lot of shit like "Oh--fuck, baby! Fuck! What a sweet little cunt! Tighter than a snake's asshole. Oh, lordy-lordy, I'm coming, baby I Stand clear-daddy is on his way!"
"My Gawd!" mama said with a big laugh, "ain't you popped your nuts yet? You two clowns over there are making enough noise to raise the dead."
I guess her and me had been making our share of noise too, up till a couple of seconds ago, so we wasn't no ones to-talk. The funny thing is, though, all that whooping and carrying on by the four of us never did wake up my twin sister Annie and kid brother Joe, who slept like a log right through the whole business from start to finish. They was both pretty sound sleepers, and all of us kids was pretty used to having a lot of wild ruckus going on during the night, with mama and daddy screwing up a storm, but there hadn't ever been such a three ring circus as this before, with ail four of us whooping it up at once. like mama said, you'd have thought it would've raised the dead.
About ten seconds later, daddy finally came to his climax and let out the goddamndest wild Indian YAHOOOOOU you ever heard in your life, and this did the trick as far as Annie was concerned. She came wide awake all of a sudden like somebody had run a rod up her ass, and she sat right up in bed with her eyes blinking wide open.
She sure must've been some surprised at the sight she seen there in that room. Everybody buck-ass naked, me sprawled out all over mama on the hearth-rug, with her legs up over my back and my head buried in her boobs, and Susan setting up on top of daddy's lap with her legs sprawled out on both sides of him, still rocking her fat little ass up and down over his cock, while daddy was hand-squeezing on her two little titties like they was a couple of juicy oranges.
Annie's big blue eyes blinked a couple of more times and her mouth was hanging open about three feet, and then finally she said, "What the fuck's going on here, for Christ sakes?" Whenever she'd get riled up, she always would use a lot of dirty talk and swear words like that, even when she was a young kid. Daddy had whipped her ass raw plenty of times for it, but it never done no good.
Mama yelled at her now, "You go back to sleep, you little shitter! This ain't got nothing to do with you."
But Annie wasn't about to let it go at that. After a second look around, she seen clear enough what we all was up to there, and she was bullshit mad that she hadn't been invited to get in on the fun too. She yelled, "Ooh, you dirty bums!" and jumped clear out of the bed and came tearing over to where me and mama was laying.
"You been fucking mama for real, you little prick," she screamed at me. "How come you never would screw me all them times when I wanted you to do it?"
It was true-she had been pestering the shit out of me ever since we was about ten years old to quit playing at it and give her an actual fuck, so she could find out what the feeling was like up inside her. But I always had been too chicken to try the real thing, with my prick running up into her pussy-hole like we'd seen the grownups do. The fact is, the real reason why I wouldn't try to go whole hog with her was because I wasn't ever too sure I knowed how, exactly, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by trying to do it and getting it all fucked up.
But there wouldn't be that problem anymore from now on. I'd just finished the complete course of instructions with mama, and I was ready at this point to take on any new customers that was in the market for it. Twin sister Annie would do just fine for openers. In fact, seeing her standing there beside us now with her ripe little body gleaming bare in the firelight, I couldn't hardly wait to slip my weenie up inside her sweet wee-wee for the first time ever and fuck her brains out. She'd been begging for it long enough.
It's funny-all them years I'd been seeing her running around the house bare-ass naked, been sleeping with her naked, rassling and horsing around with her naked, you'd think that looking at her slick little hide would be pretty old stuff to me, but things was different now, somehow. After all that wild fucking action I'd just been through", first with bare-ass Susan and then with bare-ass mama, I seemed to have a whole new attitude about female's bodies, now that I knowed for the first time how to handle 'em and where to plug in the dicky.
So I could feel myself getting excited again, laying there looking up at Annie's near-naked hide, with her pint-size titties doing a little jiggle every time she breathed. She didn't have nothing on except her raggedy panties, and she was standing there with one hand stuffed down inside the front of them, knuckling and finger-scratching on her sex-parts the way she always was doing. Thinking about that sweet little slit of hers, and the crazy things it could do for my pecker, I could feel the old joy-stick starting to swell up and rise to the occasion one more time.
The only trouble was, mama could feel it too, fattening up inside her pussy, and she grabbed onto my ass with both hands and wouldn't let me get up off her.
"Stay right where you are, Tommy boy," she said to me. "I ain't done with you yet, goddammit." And then she yelled up at Annie, "You get your ass back in that bed, little peanut. You ain't anywheres near old enough yet to do no sexing-only thirteen. Next year's plenty soon enough for you."
Annie stomped her foot on the floor, mad as hell. "Bull shit! I'm the same goddam age as him, ain't I?" and she let fly a kick at my head with her bare foot. "If Tommy is big enough to fuck, then so am I! As soon as daddy gets finished fucking Susan, he's gotta fuck me too. I ain't going back to bed until he does it to me."
At this point daddy stirred his stumps and got into the act. He was all finished, with screwing Susan, for the first time around at least, and he dumped her off his lap onto the floor and came storming over to us, his big long prick sticking straight out in front of him like a flag-pole, still hard as a rock, and all smeared up with cock and cunt juices.
He roared at Annie, "You heard what your mama said. Get back in that bed, before I take the switch to you. You ain't even big enough to take Tom's skinny pecker up that baby-snatch of yours, let alone this horse-cock of mine. It was all I could do to get it into Susan's tight twat just now without splitting her up the seam. Christ almighty, child-you ain't growed-up enough yet to fuck a field mouse."
Annie was mad enough to shit rivets. She always had been the horniest one of all us kids-always talking about fucking, and playing with herself all the time. And whenever we was in bed together-always wanting me to twiddle the outside slats of her pussy for her with my fingers, or my prick-head, or even the end of my big toe. And other times I'd catch her giving herself pussy-diddles with paint brushes, frayed pieces of rope, chicken feathers, rabbit fur, or any other tickly kind of stuff she could find around the place to do the job.
But actual fucks up inside her hole was what she was really after, and I knew she didn't have no intentions in the world of waiting another whole goddam year to get herself shafted, now that everybody else in the house was getting theirs.
So I figures, even if daddy didn't let her in on this free-for-all ball game of ours there that night, she no doubt would be pestering me more than ever from then on to sock it to her for real. And I couldn't see no reason why I shouldn't oblige her maybe later that same night, even, when we was in bed together with all the lights out and everybody else asleep.
But hot-pants Annie turned out to be even more impatient for it than I'd figured. With all these bare-ass fuckers in sight everywhere she looked, and big juicy hard-ons all over the place, she wanted some action for herself right now, by God-not later-and she wasn't about to take no for an answer from crabby old daddy.
So all of a sudden the sly little fox made a move that took us all by surprise, and goddam near flipped old daddy's wig for him, no shit.
Chapter Three
Twin Suckers
What Annie did was to drop down onto her knees in front of daddy, and then she reached up and grabbed ahoid of his big slimy cock with both her hands. Daddy stopped short in his tracks and looked down at her with his mouth hanging open with surprise.
"What in hell d'you think you're doing down there, little squirt?" he said to her.
She didn't say a fucking word, but just gave him a big shit-eating grin, and then the next thing we knew, she opened up her mouth real wide and took a great big gobble of his prick, letting it slide in through her lips and way way down deep into her throat until it was completely swallowed up inside her face, and his balls were squashed out all over her chin.
Then she reached around him and took a grip on his ass to hold him there, while she pulled her head baek real slow, easing his prick out of her mouth again about three-quarters of the way, until just the head-end of it was still in between her lips.
She done this same thing about three or four more times, sliding daddy's prick in and out of her mouth that real slow way, and then she just held it still for awhile, half-in and half-out, while it looked like she must be licking on it with her tongue inside her mouth, lapping off all the come-juice that was on it from before.
We all damn near shit, watching it, I tell you, it was such a funny sight to see. Daddy was too dumb-struck to even say a word so far, but ma hollered out at Annie, "You little sucker, you! Where'd you learn to lick on men's peckers like that?"
I had to laugh even more at that line, cause there wasn't no question actually where she'd learned it from. This was the exact same kind of pecker-lapping that mama was always doing to daddy-licking the juicy stuff off his prick between fucks-and sometimes sucking him all the way until he came inside her mouth, and then you'd see all this white cream oozing out the corners of her mouth and drooling down her chin, faster than she could gobble it down her throat.
Annie had seen mama do that routine a million times, so that's what she was up to here-trying to do the same kind of a blowjob on daddy that mama did, so that he'd see that she was smart enough to know how. And all them times, she'd seen how horny daddy would get, after ma had sucked on his weenie like that for a while, and then he'd want to fuck her pussy more than ever. It was easy to see that Annie was hoping she'd have the same effect on him, and get him interested in fucking her.
At first I didn't think it was gonna work for her, though, cause daddy didn't look like he was enjoying it too much, getting cock-blowed by her. After the first shock of surprise wore off, he looked kind of scowly for a little bit, while she was riding his prick in and out of her lips those first couple of times. But then he broke out in a big wide grin like all the rest of us, and I guess he must've been feeling right proud after all, to see how good she was doing it to him.
Ma didn't seem to be all that happy about it though. She said to daddy, "Are you just gonna stand there and let that child lick on your dirty old thing that way? What kind of a father are you, to allow such a thing?"
Daddy laughed and gave his ass a little wiggle, jabbing his pecker in and out Annie's mouth a couple of quick pumps, and bouncing his fat balls on her chin. "Shit fire!" he roared, "I ain't got no objections. A girl of thirteen is plenty old enough to learn how to suck dicks, by God. She's doing just fine at it so far. She's got a quicker lickin' tongue than you have, old lady. Maybe she could learn you a thing or two on the subject of blowjobbing a man. I swear, between her sucking and Susan's fucking, I don't know as I need you around this house anymore. I reckon I'll let Tommy take care of your pussy needs from here on, and I'll just take these two hot little sexers into my bed permanent."
"You'll do shit!" ma said. "You horny old goatryou'd wear out them poor kids in a week, the way you go at it. I can see I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you from now on, or them girls won't ever get no peace."
Daddy only laughed all the more. "Don't bother me now, woman, goddammit," he said. "Can't you see I'm busy getting myself
Mowed?"
Annie was sure enough blowing the bejeezus out of his knobby old prick by that time. Now that she seen that daddy was real keen on what she was doing to him, and had forgot all about being mad at her, she was gobbling and slurping away like crazy, all up and down the whole length of his cock, and tickling it with her fingers, and sort of roiling his balls around in her hand the same way as ma always done it.
I guess she was doing some kind of fantastic tongue-job on him, or else daddy was pretty sky-high in his mind from all these crazy-wild new things that was happening to him here tonight-but whatever it was, he came to his orgasm and shot off his load in no time flat. First thing you knew, he hollered out, "Holy jumping Jupiter!" and he bent his knees and went into a little crouch and started humping his ass again, pumping his prick in and out of Annie's puckered-up face at real quick speed.
In just a couple of more seconds, you could tell there was a big goddam explosion all of a sudden going on inside there. Annie quit sucking at that point, and her cheeks puffed out real big, and then this huge milky flood came spilling out of her mouth, all around the edges. You could see her gulping like crazy, trying to swallow it ail down like she knew she was supposed to, but then she got to sputtering and choking on it, and all of a sudden she pulled her head back from his prick and spewed out a goddam ocean of come-juice all over the floor.
Ma was laughing like a bastard at this point.
"Whataya trying to do-drown the child?" she said. "I knowed she'd never be able to swallow all your goddam load. Next time, if you want a proper suck-off by an expert, you'll know better than to mess around with amateurs that can't even handle the juice."
"I ain't got no complaints," daddy said, kind of out of breath sounding. "I've had lots worse suck-offs than that one, by God. The kid's gonna be all right, with a little more practice, once she learns how to pace herself and keep control on her breathing, so she don't choke."
Annie had quit spitting up by that time, and she waa wiping her chin and licking off her mouth and grinning all over her face, real proud. Paddy patted her on top of the head and said, "I'll tell you what, Annie. You can practice cocksucking on your brother a couple of times the next few days whenever he's horny for it, and then in about a week, we'll give it another try-you and me."
Annie was still grinning, but she wasn't yet satisfied, though. She was still hoping she could get her cherry busted here tonight, and get daddy to give her a good-wild fucking on the end of that big weenie of his, the same as he'd done for Susan. Still down on her knees, she reached up her hand and grabbed ahold of daddy's prick again, which looked like it was still just as hard as ever. "Ain't you gonna fuck me, daddy?" she said, giving him her big-eyed pretty-please look. "I sucked you off real good, didn't I? Now my pussy feels all itchy and twitchy inside, and I really need to get fucked something fierce. Please, daddy," and she was milking his cock up and down in her hand, trying to get him interested in more action.
Daddy laughed and pulled his prick away from her. "Hold on there, for chrissakes-you're gonna set off another blast in that thing before you know it. Goddam, if you don't take after your mama, with all that itchy cunt talk.
That's all I ever hear from her, if I don't fire up her fuck-hoie for her every blessed day, and twice on Sundays. Jesus H. Christ, what the hell have I started now? Three hot cunts in the house, instead of just one! I ain't gonna get a minute's peace from here on, I can see that." Then he said to me, "Tom, boy-you're gonna have to give me a lot of help here, if I'm to survive. You better take care of these two little sex fools-keep 'em the hell off my back."
Annie wasn't about to let daddy put her off like this, though-she kept on pushing the issue. She felt like she was getting cheated, if daddy wasn't gonna fuck her tonight after all the rest that had happened. "You screwed Susan, goddammit," she yelled, starting to cry the way she always would do whenever Susan got some favors that she didn't. "I don't want to get fucked by Tommy's little old pecker-I want to feel a real big prick like yours poking way way up into me. Come on, daddy-it ain't fair!"
But she might as well have quit her whining, cause he absolutely refused to give her a fucking, no matter how much she screeched and wailed and pleaded with him. "This big old prick of mine would tear you right open, for chrissakes," he told her, "with that little pee-hole of yours. But don't you fret yourself, 'cause there is something I can do for you, by God, that's guaranteed to ease the itch in your pussy better'n any prick ever could do. Come over here onto the bed and lay yourself down, and I'll show you a real sexy treat. And you come along too, Tommy boy," he said to me. "The fact is, you can do this kind of a job for her just as good as I can, once I learn you how."
He made Annie spread herself out on our bed, with her legs sprawled wide apart, and then he got down in between, stuck his tongue way out of his mouth, and gave her pussy slit a big juicy lick, right up the whole length of it and back down again.
Annie shivered all over and let out a giggle. "That tickles," she said.
"Hold on," daddy said, "we ain't even half-started yet. You ain't begun to feel the tickles you're gonna get in a couple of minutes."
It looked like a pretty stupid business to me. I said, "What're you gonna do? Lick on her pee-pee, for chrissakes?"
"Why the hell not?" daddy said. "She licked on my prick for me, didn't she? It's the same tiling exactly, only the other way around. And one more thing-it ain't me that's gonna do this job of licking on her cunt, it's you, Tommy boy. So come on now, get your head down in here and I'll show you how to pleasure a woman with your mouth so that shell wind up being your friend for life. There ain't nothing in the world a woman craves more than getting a good tongue-job done on her pussy-regions by a man that knows how it's done and ain't ashamed to do it."
"That's the God's truth," ma said. "There ain't nothing better."
It sure was all big news to me. I always had thought that big pricks ramming up their cunts was the only thing that satisfied women's sex appetites. This was my night for learning new things, though, and if I only knew it, there was still plenty more learning to come.
Daddy had his hand on Annie's pussy-slit, and he poked one finger into it and dragged it up and down. "You can run your tongue up and down a cunt-track like this all night long," he said, "and it won't do the female no good, except tickle her a little bit and get her all fired up and frustrated. It's a lot better to poke your tongue inside the hole and plow up and down the chute just like you was fucking her with a prick, but that still ain't the best way of all. What really sends 'em out of this world and brings 'em back to you afterwards begging for more, is when you nibble and lick on this little button here that's called the clit."
He picked at Annie's little pink pussy-knob with his fingers, and stirred it around until it puffed up to where you could see it good and plain. I hadn't ever knowed that there was such a thing on a girl before, but daddy claimed that sucking on that particular part of her pussy would get her hot and horny quicker than anything, and make her explode with sexy pleasures the same as if she was getting fucked by a prick.
"Does ma have one of them clits too?" I asked him.
He laughed and said, "You know it, by God." Then he called mama over to the bed where we were and had her spread her legs open for me, so's he could show me what a beautiful big fat sex-button she had on her snatch-you could see it as plain as anything.
"How come ma's clit is so much bigger than Annie's?" I wanted to know.
Ma laughed, and daddy said, "That's cause your ma's clit has had a hell of a lot more exercise for a good many years."
Then he told me to get down in between Annie's legs and try putting my tongue on it, and I did that and gave it one little lick, just to see how it would feel, but I didn't like the salty taste of it a hell of a lot.
Daddy said, "Don't worry, you'll get used to that flavor soon enough. I'll make a real hungry cunt-lapper out of you before I'm finished."
I wasn't too keen on the idea, though. I said, "If I've gotta suck Annie's old pussy for her, then why can't she suck my pecker like she done yours?"
"Why, she can suck your pecker/' daddy said, "now that she's learned how. Anytime you want a blowjob from here on, just say the word. That's what womenfolk are for-to serve us men's cock-pleasures whenever we feel the itch. Your sisters'll suck your prick whenever you want it done-don't worry. If they ever give you any back talk on the subject, just give 'em a good licking with the switch. Don't ever take no for an answer from any females in the family-it gets 'em into bad habits of behavior."
"Yeh, but I want to get sucked right now," I said. "Why do I have to lick Annie's pussy first? Why can't she do me first?-and then I'll do her old cunt afterwards."
At this point big sister Susan spoke up for the first time in quite a while. "I want to get my pussy sucked on too," she said. "Why should Annie get it before me? I'm the oldest. I should get firsts."
"Hold on-hold on," daddy yelled, beginning to get pissed off at all the squabbling. "Any more of this bullshit and I'll pack the, lot of you off to bed, by God, and there'll be no more sexing for anybody tonight."
That quieted us all down in a hurry, you can bet.
"Now here's what we'll do, goddammit, so's everybody will be happy at once," daddy said. "All of you get your asses over to the bed here, and we'll set this thing up like we used to do back home when I was a boy-the whole family together-everybody fucking and sucking on everybody else at the same time. Come on, Rosie," he called to ma, "you're in on this too."
"God damn right I'm in on it," ma said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. Five of us sex-ing together-yeeYOW!! I ain't never done it before with more than four at one time, and that was when I was such a young child that I don't hardly remember it."
I couldn't imagine what the hell this talk was all about. What could daddy have in mind for the whole crowd of us to do together, 'cause I sure had never heard nothing about group-sex before. I couldn't see no way in the world that five people could pair off and do any good for each other in the sex area, without there being one person left out of things. I mean, if I fucked mama, and daddy fucked Susan--just for an example-then how would Annie fit into the picture? There'd be nobody left to do anything to her pussy, unless daddy was planning to wake up little brother Lester, who was only eight, and wouldn't be worth a shit sex-wise to us, cause he didn't have prick enough to fuck a flea, that little squirt.
But there wasn't no mystery about it for long. Daddy set everything up for the five of us so that we didn't have no need for Lester or anybody else, and still we wound up completely satisfied and then some! In fact, when you hear about some of the fiendish clever ways daddy figured out for the whole family of us to sex together, all in one big tangle on that one little old bed, it'll just razzle-dazzle your mind-no shit!
Chapter Four
Circle-Sucks and Five-Way Facks
"I hope to Christ I get to lay down in this setup," mama said. "You ain't gonna put me standing on my head or no foolishness like that, are you?"
Daddy laughed. "I was planning to hang you up on the chandelier," he said, "but since we ain't got one in the house, I had to give up on that idea. There ain't no telling what kinds of positions well all be in, though, before we're done with this. But we'll start it off relaxed and easy-no acrobatics for nobody-everybody laying down nice and comfortable, just to get the ball rolling."
It didn't take no genius to see that all five of us was never gonna fit into that one little old bed, especially with kid brother Lester already asleep there. So we spread out a fluffy quilt in the center of the floor, and that gave us a beautiful soft working area with all the room in the world for five to fuck in.
Then daddy said, "Since you three kids are so all-fired anxious to get yourselves sucked off, well see if we can oblige everybody on that score. I'll show you a setup that we used to call a circle-suck, back home. Any number can play this game."
What he done then was to arrange us around in a circle, all laying down on our sides, and everybody had their head stuck up between the legs of the one next to them, for sucking purposes. I seen right away how it was gonna work, and it sure was devilish clever.
I had my legs draped over mom's shoulders, and her face was pressed right up under my belly where she could get herself a big juicy mouthful of my prick and suck me off. Meanwhile, twin-sister Annie was straddling my face the same way I was straddling mam's, so I had her hot little crotch spread out across my cheeks and her peach-fuzzed pussy-slit right square in position for me to give it a Iollypop-lick with my tongue, just the way daddy had showed me how.
"You bastard, you better do me good," Annie said to me.
I bumped her cunt with the end of my nose and said, "Shut up, or I'll bite your ass."
The rest of the circle was Annie licking Susan's pussy, Susan gobbling on daddy's prick, and daddy cunt-sucking mama. It looked like it was gonna be fantastic fun for everybody, and I couldn't hardly wait for things to get started.
"Okay," daddy said, "everybody eat up. The food is on the table."
So far I didn't even have a hard-on yet, but mama took care of that problem in a hurry. She started off lapping with her tongue all over my prick and balls and around the ticklish areas of my crotch, and then she even ran down the crack of my ass and gave my asshole a little teasy lick. By that time I was real stirred up again and as prick-hard as I'd ever been.
The fact is, I was so wrapped up in enjoying all them cock and ball tickles on me that I forgot all about doing anything to Annie's pussy like I was supposed to. But it didn't take long for her to remind me.
"Holy Jesus!" she yelled. "I don't feel nothing yet. Hurry up and start licking me, you little prick!"
"Don't call nobody a prick," daddy said to her, with his voice kind of muffled from ma's pussy being spread all over his mouth. "It ain't ladylike-that kind of language."
"Well, it ain't fair," Annie wailed. "Everybody's getting themselves' fucked and sucked except me. Make him do it I"
"Go on and lick your sister like I showed you, goddammit," daddy said to me, "or else you don't get no sucking on you either. Everybody's got to do their part in this kind of a thing, or else it don't work out."
"Okay okay-give me a chance, will you?" I said.
I remembered the things daddy had said about pussy-licking, so I didn't waste no time just lapping on the outside cunt, but I stuck my tongue straight out as far as it would go and poked the point of it through her slit-lips and into the slimy opening. But with her cherry blocking the way, I couldn't get too far in, so I didnt mess around with even trying to tongue-fuck her too much. I just lapped around in the juicy-wet slot there for a little while, and then I moved up onto her clit-knob and gave that all my attention from there on.
Mama had my prick all the way swallowed up in her mouth now, sloshing it around in a big pool of spit, and her tongue was playing holy hell with the head of it, fluttering around all over it, tickling the bejeezus out of it. I knowed that I was sure as hell gonna pop my nuts in no time at all, if she kept that up.
It felt so good on me, the way she was doing my prick, I thought I'd try to do the same kind of good for Annie's clit. Sp I smeared a whole lot of spit all over it and then started working it around with my tongue. I could feel the soft, slick insides of her legs shivering and twitching against my jawbones, so I guess I must've been giving her some kind of pussy kicks.
Just then mama began using her teeth on me -nipping down fairly hard on the middle of my prick, just below the head, while the tongue kept on flitting like a butterfly all over the top end of it. That was some wild combination of feelings, and I thought I'd pass it on to Annie too. The trouble was, though, with her little clit, there wasn't too much there to fasten your teeth onto, but I gave it a few little nips anyhow, and rolled it around between my teeth for a couple of minutes, before I went back to straight licking again.
By this time my prick had had just about all the tickling it could take, and I could feel the pop-off coming on fast. I wanted to yell right out loud when it finally did explode inside me. the feeling was so beautiful in my prick, but I resisted the temptation and went right on lapping Annie all the faster, hoping that she was getting the same kind of wild tickles out of it that I was.
I don't know if all five of us popped our corks right at the exact same moment, but it pretty near worked out that way, I guess. I knew daddy had shot off his load, 'cause when we were finished, I could see Susan's face was all smeared with his cream, like she was lathered up for a shave. And all three of the females in the crowd was giggling and looking mighty pleased with themselves, so I guess everybody wound up getting pretty good satisfactions out of the circle-suck.
"So much for sucking," daddy said, "but that's a fruity kind of pleasure-mostly for females and faggots, A real man ain't satisfied with just that. A good slam-bang fuck is what it takes to make a man feel like a man and put a woman in her place."
"But there's three women here, and only two of us men," I said. "You and me can't fuck all three of them at once, can we? One of them will have to be left out."
"Both the girls is left out this time," daddy said. "Mama's the one that gets it-both of us socking it to her together-front and back. I'll work the cunt, and at the same time you can give it to her up the ass."
Mama laughed and said, "Glory be--I ain't had a double-fuck done on me since that time when I was fourteen, and that bunch of crackers on the road gang waylaid me on the way from school and raped my ass off in double combinations all goddam afternoon long."
She acted like she was tickled to death at the prospects of getting double-fucked again after all them years. The two girls wasn't so happy about it though-them being dropped out of the fame just when they were having so much fun.
"Oh shit!" Susan yelled. "Why should mama get all the goddam fucking for herself? Why not do me instead? I ain't ever been double-fucked before."
"How about me?" Annie screamed. "I ain't gotfuekedyetotoil-not EVER!"
Daddy gave them both a good slap across the back of their necks like they deserved and said, "You two little cunts hush up, goddammit. Well get back to you later on. In the meantime you can do a sixty-niner on each other-swap cunt-sucks."
"Blah!" Annie said. "I just got finished sucking her old pussy. That ain't no fun to do."
But they didn't have no choice in the matter, as usual, and they had to do like they were told, like it or not. Meantime daddy laid himself down flat on his back with his prick standing straight up in the air like a moon rocket about to blast off, and then mama sprawled herself out on top of him, also lying flat, and he snaked his weenie up under her crotch sad drove it home.
"Okay, we're set," daddy said to me. "Now you climb on top of mama and see if you can plug that connector of yours up her asshole. You're gonna have to spread her cheeks to find it. Open your legs wider, Bosie,"and give the boy a clear shot at the brownie."
I laid myself down on her like he said and wiggled myself around until I had my prick centered in the c?sck of mom's ass and then I steered the head of it into the puckered opening and poked it up inside, incH-by-inch, until it was buried completely in her shit-hoie.
"Okay, boy," daddy said, '^just hold it there like it is, at the beginning, until you pick up the rhythm of how her ass is moving, and then you can start in with some pumping action of your own. But take it real slow at first, or else you're liable to come unconnected before you're even started."
He got things rolling then, bouncing his ass up and down underneath us, driving his cock in and out of mama's cunt-track. She just lay there for the first four or five humps, rising and felling along with daddy's ups and downs, and I didn't do nothing myself except hang on and ride along with it.
But then mama began a little extra ass-humping on her own, along with a little side-to-side shimmy of her hips every so often, and when she started that business, I could feel the insides of her asshole beginning to slide around on my prick.
So then I go into the ballgame too, with little pushes and wiggles of my own that started my cock nudging up and down in the hole. It was one hell of a tight squeeze on my weenie-a lots better grab than the average pussy will put on you in ordinary fucking-and once I got into the swing of the triple action, I was really starting to enjoy myself. I could fee} the same old tickles already stirring in my pecker roots, and I was looking forward in a big way to my third sweet pop-off of the night.
But we hadn't hardly got started with it when there was a sudden interruption that nobody had figured on. Lester finally woke up-our little brother that I mentioned before-and you better believe he was some startled with the sights he saw, down there alongside his bed. Me and daddy and mama pumping away like crazy in a sandwich fuck, and the two girls all wrapped up in their sixty-nine operation, slurping away on each other's twatties like they was lapping up chocolate cream desserts.
The first any of us knowed about the little runt being awake was when he let out this godawful squeal-"Kee-rist almighty! What's happening here?"
Well, daddy poked his head out from under mama and gave him the same line he'd given to Annie before, when she first woke up-telling him to get back to sleep again and never mind about what we all was up to, cause it didn't concern him. But of course he wasn't about to pay attention to that kind of shit, any more than Annie did, under the circumstances. There was the whole goddam family rolling around on the floor in a bare-ass fuck and suck orgy, and he didn't like the idea of him being the only member left out of it. He was bound he was gonna get in on the action some way, but daddy wouldn't hear of it, no matter how much he screamed and carried on.
Finally, though, they hit on a sort of compromise-that Lester could stay up and watch us do our stuff the rest of the way, just as long as he didn't mess with us at all or make any smart-ass comments on what we was doing. To give himself some personal satisfactions, he was free to play with his prick if he felt the urge, and get kicks for himself that way. Ordinarily daddy would whup our asses off if he caught us kids playing with ourselves, but just this one time he allowed it would be okay for Lester to do it, it being a sort of special night for everybody.
That jacking off seemed like a pretty piss-poor substitute for the real thing to me, but little Lester was tickled out of his skin, and he went ahead and had himself a ball from there on. We all went back to our same fucking and sucking business, picking up right at the point where we left off, and Lester was prancing all over the room like a hoptoad, getting bug-eyed eyefuls of the action from every angle, and wanging away at his pecker like a wild man the whole time. Like I said, it wasn't my idea of how to enjoy a sex orgy, but I guess it was pretty good fun for a nine-year-old squirt like him, who didn't ordinarily get to see such things happening right in front of his eyes.
Anyway, me and daddy went ahead with our double-fuck on mama, and I had myself a real quick bam-bam orgasm this time. Being plugged into ma's asshole, I couldn't manage to drag it out so long and sweet as I had done when I fucked her pussy before. The tight size of her shit-hole squeezed my prick too hard for me to be able to hold baek the tickles as long as I would've liked to. But even so, it was my first ass-fuck ever, and I was real glad for the experience.
Once we finished on mama, then daddy got all five of us together again and set us up in a whole bunch of different combination arrangements-one after the other-screwing and licking on each other's parts every which way you could think of. I can't remember any more all the different shit we went through in that next hour or so, but me and daddy got ourselves fucked and sucked every kind of way, five or six times over, before we was through, and we both wound up as weak as dishrags in the end, with our dicks dangling-fucked out completely.
The last way we did it, I remember, just before we called it quits for the night, was with me standing up, getting sucked off by Susan, with her down on hands and knees-daddy behind her, prick-plowing her pussy from the rear -while Annie had her head up under me on the hind side, licking around on my ass and balls at the same time that my weenie was fucking Susan's face. I don't remember where mama fit into the arrangement exactly-I think she was laying down underneath daddy, tonguing his asshole from below, the same way Annie was lip-tickling on me.
But then finally it was all over, and we dragged ourselves off to bed, completely pooped out all around. It sure had been one glorious night, though, and I ain't ever forgot how beautiful it seemed at the time.
Of course that one night wasn't the last of it for us, by no means. From then on we messed around with one another goddam near every night in the weeks, in one combination or another. Some nights I'd sleep in the bed with daddy and mama and we'd all fuck and suck together every kind of way the whole night long. Other times either Susan or Annie would climb in with ma and daddy, and then I'd be left with the other girl, whichever one it was, and we'd sex around together in our own bed.
It wasn't too long after that first night that Annie got rid of her cherry, so she was open for cunt-fucking too from then on. Funny as it sounds, it was little peanut Lester that was number one to bust into her cunt and do the cherry-picking job for her. Like I said, neither of them kids had got in on the actual screwing on the night we all balled, 'cause daddy thought they was too young to do it yet, but they both was too impatient to wait till they got bigger, so they went out to the woods together one day and done it on their own.
Annie never let on to daddy and mama that she'd had her fuck-hole uncorked, though. She was still a virgin pussy, as far as they knew. But her and I sure had ourselves a pile of fun after that on late nights, when the old folks were dead to the world. We figured what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and I was mightly pleased to have one more pussy available to fuck, 'cause now that I'd had a taste of what it was like I just couldn't get my fill of it.
Actually I even got so I preferred fucking Annie over either Susan or mama, because her little twat was tight as a bastard to poke your pecker into, and she would wiggle around like a goddam snake, and whack at you and scratch and kick you all the time you was socking it into her, and it sure was a real wild time.
Things went along like that for a couple of years or so-with Lester getting involved in the action too when he got older. We sort of settled down to fucking regular favorites more and more, and not switching around so much as we did at first. Me and Annie mostly screwed each other, 'cause we was the exact same size and we fit together real good. Susan liked making it with Lester, even though he was smaller. Daddy's prick and mine was too big for her, actually, and gave her pussy-sores, she claimed.
But we all still made it with mama and daddy off and on, though. Mama liked having me ass-fuck her and tit-suck her especially, and daddy used the girls quite a lot for blowjobs, and occasionally for fucks, whenever ma had the rag on, or something like that.
With ail the sex he was getting, daddy quit being so mean to us, and he hardly ever beat up on us like he used to any more. So things was better for us all around-at least until Uncle Pete came to stay with us. That's when trouble started for. us, 'cause he was one mean no good son of a bitch.
There wasn't no bed in the house for him to sleep in, so he moved in with me and Annie and Susan, and Lester got booted out and had to sack out in the wood box from then on. That was bad enough right there, having that big, smelly ox in bed with us, but the worst of it was, he took a big liking to Annie, and from then on he was fucking her ass off night and day and I was left out in the cold.
In fact, I didn't even have Susan's hot body to work on, 'cause while Uncle Fete was socking it up Annie's cunt, he'd want to be sucking on Susan's tits at the same time. The reason why he'd always monopolize the two girls at once, according to him, was because Annie's cunt was tighter, which gave his prick a better squeeze-off, and Susan's boobs were bigger, so he had more of a handful there to squeeze on, and bigger nipples to suck.
That was the excuse he gave, but the real reason was just that he was a dirty prick who wanted every iucking thing for himself and didn't want me to have no fun at all. There wasn't no earthly reason why I couldn't have just as well been fucking Susan's pussy the same time that bastard was diddling her tits-- or why I couldn't have got sucked off by Annie at the same time she was being fucked by him. But Uncle Pete didn't see it that way. He'd give me a nasty laugh and tell me to go fuck my little brother's ass, if I was so horny.
The fact is, I hadn't ever heard about doing sex things with other men or boys until weird Uncle Pete came along. He didn't seem to give a shit what kind of person he screwed or got sucked off by-boys or girls, either one. And that got to be a big problem for me after awhile. When he started getting tired of fucking the two girls, he wanted to go to work on me and Lester, just to "Vary the monotony," he said.
The first time he came after me to suck him off, I told him to go fuck himself. I wound up getting the shit beat out of me for that, but I still wouldn't do it to him. If stupid Lester gave in to him and done its that was his problem.
And then he started getting real nasty with the girls, looking for new kicks for himself. Out in the barn, he would tie them up in all kinds of weird stretched-out ways-hanging upside down and shit like that-and then he'd tease and pinch their bodies all over, poke things up their pussies, whip them with his belt, and even piss right in their faees! Real ugly, filthy shit like that. He had all of us kids turned into nervous wrecks before too long, not knowing what he'd come up with next.
Goddamn daddy never done nothing to stop it either. I think he was scared of his brother and didn't dare go against him. So finally all of us kids got together and decided we'd do something to fix Uncle Pete ourselves. We made up this plan where Annie would coax him out to the barn one day, and we was all waiting there for him, ready to take care of the bastard once and for all.
I ain't saying what we done to him, exactly, but Uncle Pete just sort of mysteriously disappeared that day, and he ain't been seen hide or hair of since by nobody. If you was to want to get rid of a dead corpse around that farm, there's an old dried-up well out in back that'd be a beautiful place to drop a body down into. But I ain't saying that nothing like that actually happened in this case-you've gotta draw your own conclusions.
With him out of the way, though, things pretty much went back to how they was before, and stayed that way right up until a year or so ago. In fact, nothing would've ever changed, probably, if it hadn't of been for godam Aunt Mae, mama's younger sister, coming to spend the summer with us.
She was a funny kind of an aunt, cause she wasn't no older than me and Annie actually-just teen-aged. She was mighty pretty, I gotta admit, and she had a pair of boobs that you wouldn't believe-fantastically huge-like two fucking basketballs, practically. I figured we was ali gonna have ourselves a ball with her in the sex department, but it didn't turn out that way. In fact, she wound up fucking up everything for us in the end, that bitch, and getting daddy into all his stupid trouble with the law.
The thing was, she gave us a hard time right from the beginning. She told us she didn't believe in sexing around with your own family, and she wasn't having no part of it. Mama and daddy tried every way they knew to make her come to her senses, but she wouldn't let us do nothing to her. In fact, she was so prim and proper, she wouldn't even strip down in front of us boys and give us an eyeful of them gorgeous tits in the raw-state.
We was all pretty pissed off about it-having her around the house all the time and not being allowed no sex privileges at all:-daddy especially, cause he wanted to sock it to that cunt the worst way. Finally he couldn't stand the frustration no more, and one rainy morning he got all boozed up and went after her, saying he was gonna fuck her ass off or die in the attempt.
"You ain't gonna fuck nobody," she told him. "You try to lay a hand on me, and III give you a kick in the balls that'll ruin your sex life for good."
"Come on, let's live a little," daddy said. "What the hell are you saving it for-your old age?"
She wasn't actually saving it at all, I knowed for a fact. She was fucking like a rabbit with a couple of friends of mine from the gas station. The thing is, she didn't have no prejudice against fucking in general-she just didn't believe in letting her blood relations in on it.
But daddy was bound and determined he was gonna get into her that day, by God, no matter what. She might've been able to fight him off if it'd just been him and her, but us two boys also was wishing we could put it to her, and the girls was anxious to see her pulled down off her high horse too, so we all pitched in and gave daddy a hand at it, and the end result was, she was a gone goose.
While daddy was keeping her attention occupied from the front side, I sneaked in behind her and grabbed her around the middle. Then the other kids got her arms and legs, and we tossed her down on the floor and held her there. She was struggling like a wild maniac, thrashing around and yelling blue murder-calling us all cock-suckers and mother-fuckers and shit-eaters and every other dirty name-but it didn't do her a fucking bit of good.
Daddy kicked off his pants and let his prick flop out, just to give her a show of what she was gonna get stuffed into her pretty soon.
"I'm gonna fuck your goddam pussy from here to next week," he told her, "and when I'm finished, you'll be begging me for more."
"You stick that cruddy old pecker in me," she yelled, "and you'll be sorry, you son of a bitch, I promise you."
Daddy just laughed and said, "When I've got my fill of you, you snooty cunt, then the boysll take over and maybe give you a little reaming up the asshole and a mouthful of shit, just to learn you who's the boss around here."
Then without no further fuss, he proceeded to rip every stitch of clothes right off her, and in no time flat she was as naked as a peeled grape. Man, didn't our eyes bug out of our heads when them giant boobies of hers came tumbling out into the open air, all pink and trembly, with the two nipples standing right up straight like a couple of pointy fingers. Wow, what a shape!
I laid a hand on the left tit and gave it a big finger-squeeze that made her squeal and then I pressed it down hard and rolled it around in my hand. That was some fun! Down on the lower end, the kids had her legs stretched way wide apart into a big split, and they was stretching her cunt way open and poking their fingers up inside, giving her fits.
But daddy cut it short when he yelled out, "Get back away from her, all of you. Plenty of time later to play around with her. But I get first fucks, by God, and before I do it, I'm gonna give her a taste of the switch on her raw hide to tame her down and learn her some decent manners."
He told me to go and help Lester hold onto Aunt Mae's hands, up above her head, to keep her from squirming around too much. The two girls, meanwhile, had ahold of her ankles, holding her fast on that end.
Then mama handed daddy the switch, and he said to Aunt Mae, "Now you're gonna get it good, by Christ," and he whipped the switch around in the air like he always done when he was loosening up his arm to give somebody a good licking.
Lester said, "I don't see why the fuck you want to waste a lot of time whupping her. Why not let's just fuck her and be done with it?"
I was thinking along the same lines myself, and I already had a big hot hard-on going for me, just aching to poke up into her sweet blonde-haired pussy-hole, but daddy was bound he was gonna have his licks at her first with that goddam switch. I think that whipping on a bare-ass women gave him some kind of special kicks or other, and that's why he always liked to do it before he fucked somebody.
Aunt Mae was still screeching every kind of dirty name at him, but he just kept laughing, and poking the blunt end of the switch up under her spread-out crotch, jabbing it into her cunt and asshole. "How'd you like to have this thing shoved up into you about a foot or so?" he said to her. "Which hole? I'll give you a choice-up your ass or up your twat." Then he really did run it inside the lips of her pussy and twisted it around from side to side in there, really making her eyes pop. "You shut up your goddam mouth from now on," he told her, "or else I'll give it to you good,"
Then he brought his bare foot up to her face and laid it down on her, squashing her nose flat and dragging his dirty old heel back and forth across her mouth. "Go ahead, give it a lick," he said. "That's the way you're gonna be licking the crud off my cock in about five minutes. I'm gonna fuck your purty face for you, and fill your gullet so full of jism that you won't have no appetite for dinner afterwards."
The rest of us was all laughing like a bastard. This all was the same kind of shitty tricks that Uncle Pete used to play on the girls when he had them tied up, but it sure was a big kick to see this snotty bitch getting the same medicine. Daddy had his big toe inside her mouth now, wiggling it all around, telling her to suck it like a prick, and it was right then that all hell broke loose.- All of a sudden Aunt Mae fastened her teeth onto daddy's toe and bit down hard on it.
Daddy let out a yip and jumped a foot in the air. Christ, wasn't he mad! He gave her a swift kick on the side of her ass that rolled her halfway over, and then he started belting the shit out of her with the switch-really laying it on, as hard as he could. He didn't usually hit anybody that hard, cause it would raise welts all over your skin that'd last for a week, and even cut through your hide and draw lines of blood across you, if he happened to hit you twice in the same places.
But he was too pissed off about getting his toe bit to give a shit, so he really laid it onto her, a couple of dozen quick shots all over her hide from neck to knees, and he had her body striped up like a fucking zebra in no time. Her bcobies, her ribs, her belly, her crotch-everyplace. She was screaming like she was getting killed, and the girls was both yelling just as loud right along with her-all excited from the sight of her body getting whipped to ribbons.
I wasn't too happy about it myself, thinking that daddy was gonna mess her up so bad that she wouldn't be no good to fuck afterwards. Who would want to screw somebody that was all bruised and cut up to fucking hamburger?"
It never did come to that point, though, 'cause she pulled a surprise on us that cut the whole business short before it went too far. The thing was, we had all let up our holds on her arms and legs once daddy started his whipping, and all at once she rolled herself over when he least expected it, scrambled up to her feet like a flash, and went racing out the goddam door of the house before anybody could stop her.
"Grab her-grab her, for chrissake!" daddy yelled, but it was too late by then. When I got to the doorway, she was tearing down the front slope towards the highway, still screeching for help at the top of her lungs, and of course she was still as naked as a goddam jaybird, the stupid cunt. You should've seen the cars on the road jamming on their brakes, when they seen this bare-ass bombshell running their way through the downpour of rain, with her huge boobies flapping like crazy.
"Get after her, goddammit!" daddy was hollering. "Catch that bitch!" But I wasn't about to go gallivanting out there in all that rain in front of everybody, cause I was just as naked as she was, and the rest of the family also was mostly too undressed to be seen in public. So all we could do was stand there and watch her getting away from us, and the last thing we seen was her hopping into a pickup truck with some guy, and they took off down the highway like a rocket.
Well, as you already know, that was what put the finish on our happy little sexy household. That lousy cunt went and told the cops everything we'd done to her, along with a lot of extra lies about us being "depraved and degenerate" and all that kind of shit, and the dumb cops believed every fucking thing she said.
So that's when daddy had to leave us and go on the run, 'cause they was after his ass for sure and would've put him away for life if they ever caught up with him. We sure did miss him at first-especially mama and the girls-'cause he had kept them all happy with his particular kinds of fancy fucking and diddling that me and Lester still couldn't do nearly so good ourselves. But now they had to be satisfied with just the kind of sexing that us boys could give them. And the fact is, me and Lester missed daddy too, cause we was having to do double-duty, with him gone, trying to keep them women sexed up to their satisfaction.
We've got things pretty well squared away now, though. Lester's big enough to do all the stuff I used to do for them women. And since I reached my full growth, I've got just as big a cock as daddy's, and I can give them all the fucking and assholing-not to mention blowjob inserts-that they can handle, At least I ain't heard no complaints lately from none of them.
Not that any of them women is liable to do much complaining to me about nothing anyhow. Since daddy took off, I've taken over the running of the family a hundred percent, and I don't take no shit off none of them three, any more than daddy did. I still keep that old rattan switch handy too, and use it on their bare asses whenever they give me any sass-mama and the girls both. 'Cause if there's one lesson I learned from daddy, it's never to give an inch to your womenfolks or else they'll shit all over you and you lose all their respect. A man has gotta be the complete boss in his house-ain't that right?-or else he ain't no kind of a man at all.
Chapter Five Ooh Daddy, What A Dick!
It is not at all uncommon in sociological studies of family sex behavior to find cases of fathers abusing their young daughters sexually -sometimes with threats and force, but more often than is commonly supposed, with the passive or even eager cooperation of the girl.
It is far less common to find a case like the one that follows, where the daughter admittedly forced the issue upon her totally unsuspecting father, luring the man by a fantastic bit of trickery into an all-out sex affair which he was powerless to resist.
The girl later came to the attention of institutional authorities after she had gotten into trouble on drug and shoplifting charges, and in the course of psychiatric examinations that followed, she boasted of being able to "blow any man's mind, with his cock for a mouthpiece-including my own goddam father."
She was later referred to me in the course of my data-gathering on the subject of incest, and she provided me with the following self-congratulatory account of her shameless and highly- successful sexploitation of her poor bewildered father, starting off with a bizarrely plotted first seduction in front of a roistering crowd of drunken spectators.
Case 2 Betty McT.
Transcript of Betty's taped, first-hand story:
What did those shrinks tell you about me-that I'm a fucking little tramp? That's what one of those tight-ass cocksuckers in the goddam funny-farm called me right to my face. Did those pricks put that in my official report?
I'm no tramp, for chrissakes! Nowadays just because a girl digs balling, that's no big deal, is it? I mean, everybody's doing it these days, right? Nobody believes that old Victorian shit anymore that only men are allowed to have crotch-itches for the opposite sex. Why shouldn't a girl admit it if she has a hot cunt-just like a man will brag about having hot nuts?
And as far as making it with my old man goes, why the hell not? There's plenty of girls thai got hot pants for their fathers, if they would dare to admit it. And plenty of fathers that are horny for their daughters too. They just don't have the guts to follow up on the urge and do what comes natural.
I don't believe in all that old-fashioned crap about sin and evil incest and everything anyhow. You should be allowed to do everything you want to, as far as sex goes-ball anybody that you're horny for, as long as they're willing. No matter whether it's your family or not.
All kinds of animals fuck with their own parents and brothers and sisters, don't they? And so do primitive natives in the South Seas and everywhere. I read about that in a book. It's a common thing in lots of Indian tribes for parents to teach their kids about sex by actually fucking and sucking them. They don't worry about a lot of stupid laws and taboo bullshit. They do what comes natural to them, and that's the same thing I did.
My old man isn't anywhere near as liberated as me, though, so that's why I had to sort of con him into the scene, once I made up my mind to try it. He could've come all unglued, if he'd known what the hell was happening. I mean, I couldn't have just tossed it at him cold, like whataya say, dad-let's fuck. He would've shit a brick!
But I decided I was gonna ball him anyhow, come hell or high water, and I knew the only way to pull it off was to trick him into it some real sneaky way, so he wouldn't even know what hit him until it was too late and the meat was already in the grinder.
Don't get me wrong about the old man-he was never a prude, or anything like that. He liked to screw around plenty. In fact, ever since he divorced my mother, when I was fifteen, he'd been a real heavy hitter in the sex department. Being in the advertising business, he made out like mad with a whole flock of gorgeous models all the time-a different cunt for every night in the week.
I was jealous as a bastard of all the goddam glamor-dolls sucking around him. I figured, since I was always right there on the premises, ready and available, what the fuck did he need with all those other bitches? Why not get his loving from me instead? I knew goddam well I had a lot more to offer him than they did. They were mostly long, lanky fashion model types, bony and flat-chested, and I had plenty of sweet meat on me, including thirty-eight inches in the tit department, even when I was only fifteen and still growing.
But trying to get dad to see me as a sex object was pretty fucking hopeless. I never got to first base, those first couple of years. I'd run around the house in a peek-a-boo bra and panty outfit or wrapped up in a bath towel with my boobs spilling out, advertising the merchandise for his benefit-and I was always hugging him and brushing my tits against him accidentally on purpose every chance I got, but it wa? all a waste of time-he never took the hints.
The only sexy attention I ever got from him was a slap on the fanny now and then, and very cool, fatherly kisses on the cheek and forehead, Which didn't even begin to satisfy me. I was bound and determined I was gonna make him realize that I was not just his cute little baby daughter anymore, but a hot-blooded, hot-cunted full-grown woman, who could give him a balling that would completely blow his mind, if only he'd give me the chance.
In the meantime, while I was waiting for the impossible dream to happen, I was getting myself ready for the big event, just in case, by sharpening up my sex-skills-practicing with all the best cocksmen I knew of in the high school. I'd already lost my cherry when I was fourteen-no big deal there-but that was only the beginning of my sex preparations. I wasn't just satisfied to be a passive piece of ass. I wanted to be a real clever, versatile fucker that knew all the tricks to send a man into orbit.
So all through high school I sure Was a popular date. The boys spread the word around that I not only fucked like a goddam rabbit, but that there was nothing I wouldn't try. By the time I was sixteen, I was famous all over the school -with about twenty or thirty of the boys and six or eight of the male faculty members-for my fantastic thirty-minute lick jobs. Twenty mhv utes of wild tongue action on all the real ticklish parts of the guy's body, and then for a grand climax, ten minutes of out-of-this-world cock gobbling that was guaranteed to flip his wig permanently.
Those guys all assumed that I must have some huge appetite for sucking pricks. I guess, but actually it was all just practice runs for me, so that some day I could give sweet dad the greatest combination fuck and blow-job of his entire life, and make him forget about every other woman in the world.
Finally my big break came at last, one night when I was seventeen. The funny thing is, when the chance finally did come, it turned out to be a lot easier to pull off than I'd ever dared to hope it would be. I didn't even have to make a lot of fancy plans ahead of time-it was just a spontaneous wild idea that happened to work out real beautiful from a combination of circumstances, dumb luck and cold-blooded nerve on my part.
The way it happened was, dad was throwing a house party for a couple of dozen guys and chicks that weekend, all real sex-bomb swinger types from the model and show business world. He'd had these wild type blow-offs at the house before, but usually on those occasions he'd ship me off for the weekend to stay with my aunt in the city, so I wouldn't be around to see what wild sex-brawls these parties turned into. But this time, Aunt Edith was in Europe, so he had no place to send me, and it looked like he was gonna be stuck with me on the premises whether he liked it or not. That tickled the shit out of me. I figured I was gonna have a ball for myself, sitting in on a real all-out grownup sex-orgy, with my own sweet daddy as the star. Wow!
But dad was pretty up-tight about the whole idea-after all, he'd always tried to shelter me from the sexy side of his life all these years. He was afraid that if I saw him orgying around with a crowd of wild drunks, pot-heads and nymphos, that it might corrupt his sweet little innocent daughter-ho ho. Little did he know how corrupted I was already. In fact, I figured I could probably teach some of those dumb cunts he fucked around with a trick or twcr.
Anyway, on Friday night before the first guests arrived, he gave me a big lecture-told me I had to go to bed right after dinner, and I wasn't to leave my room for any reason during the night.
"This is no children's party," he said. "There'll be considerable-er-drinking going on, and some of this crowd will no doubt get pretty boisterous. I wouldn't want you to get hurt, or anything."
What a laugh! "Considerable drinking," he said there'd be-but he didn't mention anything about considerable fucking. Anyway, I promised him I'd keep out of sight, honest to God, but I kept my fingers crossed while I was saying it. He breathed a big sigh of relief and told me what a good little girl I was. And as a special reward, he moved the big color television set from downstairs up to my bedroom and told me I could,watch TV as late as I wanted to, while he and his guests were having their party.
Big deal! I pouted and sulked a little, just so he wouldn't get suspicious, but I had no intention in the world of really staying in that fucking room of mine all night, watching goddam TV! Once the fun started downstairs, I was planning to have myself a ringside seat for the whole show.
I had it all figured out that the real hairy action would probably happen cut in the backyard, around the patio and the swimming pool area, so I had a spot all picked out for myself on the upstairs back porch, where I'd be able to stay out of sight in the darkness and get a beaur tiful bird's-eye view of every dirty thing that went on down below. I even borrowed dad's pair of powerful binoculars, so I could be sure to get good close-up looks at all the pornographic details.
Everything worked out perfect-just the way I'd figured. It was a real warm night, so everybody headed out to the pool right off. It wasn't supposed to be a swimming party, but in no time at all a couple of the chicks had stripped down to the buff completely and were splashing around in the water, and then a couple of guys joined them, also bare-ass.
After that, things got wilder and wilder, the drunker they all became. The ones in the pool were splashing water all over everybody outside, and then they started grabbing people and throwing them in the water with all their clothes on. All that kind of stupid shit. Before you knew it, practically everybody was in the pool, and hardly anybody had any clothes on at all anymore.
I was pretty goddam fascinated, spying on all. these stark bare-ass famous people from the society columns, fashion magazines, TV and Broadway. I recognized a lot of their faces, but I was a lot more fascinated to be seeing their naked asses and pricks and tits and pussies, which I had never thought I'd live to see. I'd like to have had a camera with me that night. I could've made a fortune with pictures of all these famous freaks, farting around in the bare-ass nude like a bunch of sex maniacs.
Of course I was most interested of all in dad, though. I'd never had a chance before to see Yam naked, although I'd dreamed about him that way often enough. I was real proud to see that he had a huge prick, bigger than any of the other guys there. Wow, was I excited, imagining myself getting fucked by that fantastic piece of meat! No wonder all the beautiful chicks in town were rallying around his flagpole all the time, I was thinking, and I was all the more determined than ever to get dad's big cock into my cunt, somehow or other.
The next thing that happened was they all started to play these crazy grope-g&mes that you wouldn't believe. First the women were blindfolded, one by one, and then they took turns trying to identify which man was which by grabbing onto their pricks and balls and feeling around, checking the sizes and shapes. Everybody was getting a lot of laughs out of it, and I was having a ball with my binoculars, because the women would have to work the guys' wieners around in their hands each time until they got a hard on before they could tell whose prick it was. Even then they didn't guess right too often, most of them.
Except when they grabbed onto dad's prick. They all knew his big horse-cock the second they laid a hand on it, hard or not. I was getting goddam horny, though, watching all those high class tramps handling my dad's dick that way -at made me jealous as hell.
It was just about this time that I peeled off my pajamas and got down to the naked nitty gritty like all the rest of them. Then I spread myself wide open there on the porch floor and went to work on my cunt with my thumb, rubbing and jabbing and ramming it up and down the hole, pretending it was dad's cock that was doing it to me. This was lots better than just having dream fantasies about dad's prick, like I usually did when I was playing with myself this way. At least this time, with the binoculars up to my face, I could actually see that big fat beautiful rod of his right before my eyes, and I could feel the hot cream oozing out of my cunt like a river, I was so fucking excited. I hated all those goddam bitches down there that were grabbing onto his cock, but at the same time I was grateful to them for making it hard and keeping it that way, while I was feasting my eyes and thumb-fucking myself to glory.
The chick that won the cock identification contest really surprised me. I better not tell her name, but she writes a social chit-chat column for one of the-New York papers, and I guess she sure does get around a lot, 'cause she guessed right on every single cock in the crowd, after just one quick grab and squeeze on each, no shit!
The prize they gave her for winning was a beauty-a huge, gold-plated dildo. Some joke!
Then they switched the game around the other way, which was even wilder. This time the men were blindfolded, one at a time, and then they had to grope all the women and try to identify each one by feeling her tits, ass, pussy, or whatever. Needless to say, the guys had a ball for themselves, and spent a lot more time rubbing and pinching and squeezing and poking all the juicy parts than they really needed to, before they'd make a guess which woman it was. And none of the chicks showed any signs of pain over all the manhandling they were getting, either. Everybody was way too bombed by this time to give a shit about anything anyhow.
Dad turned out to be an easy winner in this female identification contest, which didn't surprise me a bit. He knew every one of those chicks' bodies from top to bottom, because I bet he'd screwed all of them at least ten times apiece. It blew my mind, though, watching while he went down the line, handling all those bare tits, twiddling nipples, hefting asses, and poking fingers up between their legs and manhandling their pussies, and then calling out the correct name for that particular body eveiry time.
He made quite a production out-of it too-working over each chick's body for about five minutes, pretending he was having trouble figuring out who she was, and you could tell those horny cunts were having multiple orgasms in the process. Did they ever love it!-getting groped and diddled that way in front of the whole goddam world.
The prize which dad won for being the winner was a blowjob up on the high diving board from any chick he selected. He picked out this little freckly redheaded singer that's been on the Tonight Show a couple of times. And sure enough, she climbed up there on the goddam diving board with him and gobbled his wiener for him like it was her last meal before the famine
I was jealous as hell, watching her gulping on dad's joint that way-wishing it was me up there sucking it instead of her. She didn't have any kind of technique at all-just a lot of amateur enthusiasm. And then, like I figured, she chickened out at the end and didn't even let him come in her mouth the way you should, but pulled her face away just before he shot his wad, and let it spray onto her tits instead. A pretty crummy suck-job in my book. I could've done a hell of a lot better myself. But the crowd went wild over it, and gave them both a big hand of applause after the performance.
All this time, I just couldn't get over the size of dad's prick, though, when it was in the hard state. I was drooling all over the place from watching it-really getting frustrated by that time. Thumb-fucking myself just wasn't good enough to satisfy me anymore, not with that . real live prick of his so close at hand-and everybody getting their grabs at it except me.
If I could have just gone down there somehow and joined in those games with all the rest of them-WOW! Stand there bare-ass and let blindfolded dad grope me all over my boobs, my cunt, everything-trying to guess which one of his chicks I was. Ha ha-he'd never guess me in a million years. Some wild idea, but there was no way I could work it. Or was there?
Suppose I did go down there and join the crowd? None of the others would know me from Adam. I'd just be one more strange chick to them-some anonymous starlet or party girl that came in with one of the TV guys. Daddy was the only one that would recognize me on sight. There was no way in the world I could disguise myself to fool him. And wouldn't he have a shit fit if I ever showed up down there-his sweet, darling daughter. But even so, my evil little mind wouldn't let go of the idea. I still was hoping I could figure out a way to get in on the action somehow, with the party getting wilder and drunker, the longer it went on.
And then all of a sudden, out of the clear blue sky, came a fantastic break for me! I finally got lucky, for once in my life.
It started with this little fat guy named Ernie making a bet with dad. I heard him yell out in a big loud voice, "You fucking cocksman -you can identify every one of these fucking broads by feeling them with your hands. So what! I bet you a thousand cash you can't identify them no hands."
Dad laughed. "What the hell am I supposed to do-recognize them by their smell? Or maybe feel them all over with my tongue."
Everybody laughed, and Ernie said, "No, man -I got a better idea. You gotta identify them just by using your prick. You have to fuck each woman here blindfolded-no hands-and try to tell who she is just by the feeling of how she fucks."
This brought on a huge uproar. Everybody flipped over the idea-especially the chicks. But dad said, "Hold on a second. You expect me to fuck every one of these women here? Man, you overestimate me!"
"Take all the time you need," Ernie said. "We've got the whole fucking weekend ahead of us. A thousand bucks says you can't do it."
Well, it sounded impossible, but dad was definitely interested. It was quite a challenge to him-to try to recognize every woman in the whole crowd, just by the feeling of her snatch around his cock while he was fucking her. No hands allowed-strictly prick and pussy contact.
Okay, you got yourself a bet," he told the guy. "Give me my blindfold and bring on the bodies."
A shiver ran through me, as the great inspiration hit right at this point. Here was my perfect chance, goddammit! While dad was blindfolded, I could slip down there, take my place in the lineup with all the other naked chicks, and become one of the bodies to get fucked. What a wild goddam idea! There I'd be, getting my pussy screwed by my own dear old dad like I'd always wanted to, with a whole crowd of witnesses standing around watching the terrible crime being committed. Yeeow! That made it even more of a mind-blowing idea. Incest with an audience, and I'd be the only one there that would know what was happening. I damn near had another orgasm right on the spot, thinking of the unbelievable thing that was about to come off.
But what about when it was all over, and dad took off the blindfold? Ooh, sweet Jesus-I didn't even dare to think about that. Dad would sure as hell shit a brick when he saw who his prick had been into. But at this point I didn't give a goddam. This was my one and only chance to get myself fucked by him and make my lifelong dreams come true. How else would I ever manage to arrange it? I couldn't let such a golden opportunity go flushing down the toilet.
Chapter Six
Eat Me, Daddy - Eight To The Bar
So no more doubts-the issue was settled. But just to give a little extra boot to my courage, I stopped off in dad's bedroom before I went downstairs and poured myself a couple of very stiff shots from his private stock of booze. After all, everybody else at the party was already bombed, so I had quite a bit of catching up to do.
Then I was ready to go down and take the fatal step. I didn't even bother to put on any clothes-what was the sense? That would only have made me all the more conspicuous, with everybody else being already naked like they were. So, bare-ass as a newborn baby, my heart pounding double-time, I went sneaking down the back stairs and out the side door to the patio, and all of a sudden there I was-right in the thick of the action.
I kind of hung back in the shadows at first, to be sure I didn't catch dad's eye and fuck up my whole scheme before it even got started. But no danger-I noticed he already had his blindfold on, and was down on the tiles beside the pool, fucking merrily away on his first piece of mystery ass. They had even made him put on a pair of heavy mittens, so he couldn't cheat by feeling around on the chick's body with his bare hands.
The crowd was really whooping it up over this crazy show-having themselves a ball-making side bets among themselves on whether dad would be able to identify this particular broad just by cock and belly contact. The way they were all wrapped up in the game, at least nobody was paying any special attention to me, I was glad to see. A couple of guys cast sidelong glances at my oversized boobs, I noticed, but otherwise I was just another anonymous cunt in the crowd.
By the time I pushed my way through the pack to get a good close-up view of the action at center-stage, dad had already finished a quick fuck of mystery woman number one, and he was just unscrewing his prick from her pussy and starting to get back up again. This particular woman had been no problem at all for him to identify.
"That's Maude Shipley," he said. "No question. Very familiar cunt." Dad was just being polite, actually. It wasn't her cunt that gave her away, it was the feel of her fat belly squashed out under him.
He started to take off the blindfold then, and I had a moment of panic, because I was standing right there in his line of sight, but Ernie, the guy that made the bet with him, stepped up and grabbed his arm.
"Uh uh, baby-leave the blinders on," he said. "No peeking allowed between fucks. The next chick is all ready and waiting to be serviced by your Majesty's royal cock."
One of the skinny-type fashion magazine dolls was down in position now, with her bony ass propped up on a plastic cushion, and her long legs sprawled wide open for business.
"Ooh Jesus," Ernie said, bending over and looking up her spread snatch, "that looks good enough to eat."
Somebody else said, "You wouldn't like her, man-she's too salty." Real comedian!
I recognized this bag of bones as a very chic Hungarian model that dad had been dating quite a bit lately. He ought to be pretty familiar with the squeeze of her pussy.
Ernie led him over to where she was laying, and aimed him in the right direction toward the cunt-end of the target. "This one won't be so easy for you," he said. "You eould be in big trouble already, trying to pin a name on her type of pussy."
I could see what he meant. I don't see how anybody ean tell one of these scrawny cunts from another. Their lower ends all look alike to me. How could dad ever tell which girl was which, just by running his prick up their holes?
But goddam if he didn't surprise me and everybody else-no trouble at all with this one either. He started out by kneeling down between her legs and then laying forward on top of her, slipping his prick up under her crotch. Then he poked it in against her pussy slit and dragged it up and down the groove once or twice, reading the contours, before he eased it in between the outer lips and slowly rode it up her cunt right to the hilt, making the whole move look fantastically easy. I was thinking, God, what a smooth fucker he must be! I could hardly wait to get him plugged into me.
He lay there with his prick stuffed all the way up inside her that way for a second or two while he pressed his belly down against her and rolled his hips from side to side, getting the fee) of her dimensions. Then he gave his prick a couple of quick little fuck-thrusts in and out of her slit, and already he was finished.
He looked up with a big smile. "This is a breeze, for Christ sake," he said. "Olga, I'd know that cockeyed cunt of yours anywhere."
Everybody laughed and clapped hands, but Olga seemed to be disappointed. "Is zat all?" she wailed with her funny accent. "I fought I vas gonna get a good long screwing out of dees, goddameet!"
"Sorry, baby," dad said. "I'll get back to you I later. But right now I've got a lot of other customers waiting on line and I've got to save my strength."
The next girl was moving into place already, and at that point I decided it was high time for me to get into the ball game myself, or I could be too late. There were about fifteen or twenty chicks crowding in around Ernie, all wanting to be,the next in line for the fuckrtest. He was giving them all the "You-then you-then you" business.
I held off until dad went down onto girl number three and started prick-poking around on her the same way as before, and then, with everybody's attention on that scene, I moved in on Ernie to make my pitch.
"Ernie-hi, baby!" I said, pretending like we were old friends from way back, and I squashed one of my boobs against his arm and tickled his tattoo with my nipple, real friendly. "What does a girl have to do to get in on this fucking game?"
He blinked a couple of times in surprise at the unexpected tit attack, trying to remember where the fuck he'd ever met this brick shit-house before. But then he recovered real quick and coolly grabbed himself a good-sized handful of my ass. "Well, hello there," he cooed. "I -didn't see you around before. Where have you been all night?"
"Looking for you, lover," I said, and I gathered up his prick and balls and hefted them in my hand. "You're wasting your money, betting on this stupid contest," I whispered in his ear, giving his cock a slow miik-job up and down as it stiffened in my hand. "He's fucked every one of these cuats here a thousand times. He's sure to win."
"Y-you think so?" Ernie said, beginning to sweat a little over my combination tit and hand-assault on him.
"I can help you win your bet, though," I said. "It's easy. Just let me at that smart-ass. He's never been in my cunt before, and so he sure as hell won't be able to recognize it just by plugging his prick into it. You dig?"
"No shit!" Ernie said. "How the hell did you ever escape him? Hey, baby, that's beautiful!"
"But if I'm gonna let you win your foolish bet," I said, getting a sudden brilliant idea, "then you've got to split fifty-fifty with me on the thousand bucks you win. Is it a deal?"
"Hell yeh," he said. "Gladly! If you can fool him, you deserve a split. That son-of-a-bitch is uncanny."
I was feeling pretty proud of myself then. Here I was, all set up not only to get myself fucked by ever-loving dad, but I was even gonna make a neat five-hundred bucks worth of profit for myself on the deal. Some shit!
Just then there was a big uproar all around us as dad pinned the correct name on cunt number three-the redheaded singer who had blow-jobed him earlier on the diving board. Another chick was already down in position on her back, expecting to be the next entry in the mystery-cunt sweepstakes, but Ernie grabbed my wrist and pulled me out onto stage-center.
"Hold it-hold it," he yelled. "I've got a new puzzle-pussy here for you, and I'm warning you -this one could be big trouble. In fact, you can fuck this girl all night, but I guarantee you haven't got a prayer of guessing who she is." Dad said, "Wait a second, man. What did you do-bring in a ringer on me? Somebody I don't even know, for Christ sake? That's cheating."
"No no," Ernie said. "You know her, all right. In fact, she told me you've known her all her life."
Everybody laughed, but I was the only one there that really appreciated the joke.
"Not only that," Ernie said, "but this girl is so confident that you won't guess her identity, that she says you can take off your mittens and grope her all you want while you're fucking her -you still won't recognize her body, even though it's very familiar to you."
More laughs all around, and I was laughing harder than anybody. But sweating too-and shaking like a goddam leaf with excitement over this fantastically wild thing that was about to happen.
"Okay, don't keep me in suspense," dad said. "Bring on this mysterious body. I can hardly wait."
Neither could I, so I took a deep breath and walked right up to him, my heart pounding in my chest, and I grabbed onto his huge prick with both hands. It was plenty big enough for a two-handed grab-believe me! I gave it a good squeeze and rolled it between my palms.
Dad laughed. "Well well-the aggressive type. That's one clue, at least. Who do I know that's a compulsive cock grabber?"
He reached out for me then and started running his fingers lightly over my boobs, just tracing their size and shape. I could feel goose-flesh popping out all over me. It was actually happening-dad groping my boobs-and I just couldn't believe it!
He let out a low whistle, as if he couldn't believe it either. "Jesus H. Christ, I don't know anybody with a pair of knockers like these, do I? Somebody's pulling my leg!"
He grabbed both of my tits in good hard hand-fuls then, squeezed them a couple of times apiece, and then bounced them up and down in his cupped hands, one at a time, as if he was testing the weight of them.
"God almighty, he said, "are they for real? I swear, I never laid hands on these fantastic boobs before in my life. I smell a sneaky trick here."
It was all I could do to keep from giggling oat load, but I didn't dare make a sound, for fear I'd fuck up the whole game just when it was getting started. I was practically in orbit already, having dad work on my tits that way, but getting that King Kong cock of his up into my pussy was what I was really looking forward to, and the quicker we came to that part of the action, the better.
Ernie said, "Maybe she's had her tits blown up since the last time you saw her. Why don't you try the pussy-end of her. Maybe that'll be easier for you to recognize."
"I'm coming to that," dad said, "but what's the hurry? I'm having too much fun playing two-handed volleyball with these fabulous tits. Let me enjoy them for awhile, will you?"
He was rolling them around in the palms of his hands now, and squeezing them and squashing them together, and every now and then he'd pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twiddle it around in a real wild, tickly way, like he was tuning a radio dial.
I was beginning to go weak and trembly in the knees already-completely freaked out by the titty-diddling. I was hoping to hell he'd lay me down for business pretty quick, before I melted into & hot puddle of sex-juice right there on the spot.
I thought I might speed things along by paying a little more attention to his prick, so I grabbed it again and gave it a couple of quick strokes up and down with each hand, and then shoved my hips forward and squashed my belly against his, with his prick pressed in between us. Then I did a little rotating around, rolling his cock from side to side against our belly flesh, figuring this had to give him some kind of a cunt-fucking suggestion.
And I guess it worked, by God, 'cause the next thing I knew, his arms slipped around behind me, and he eased my body down flat onto my back on the cool tile. I let out a big sigh of happy anticipation, raised up my knees, and let my legs fall wide open. At last, by Jesus! Ike great moment of my life was finally here.
Dad came down onto his knees and set himself in between my legs, and then he ran both his hands up the inside of my thighs to the crotch and began thumbing around the gooey wet outside fringes of my pussy.
"Now, by God, we'll solve this mystery, Miss Big-Boob," he said. "Every woman's cunt is different, and I promise you-I never forget a cunt. Every one I ever fucked, I have catalogued in my mind."
I smothered a giggle Too bad, dad, I was thinking. You're gonna strike out in this ease, cause mine is one cunt you never laid a hand on before.
I lay back and closed my eyes, ready to enjoy everything to the hilt from there on. When dad's fingers closed in on the outside lips of my pussy and peeled them apart, I could feel crazy messages starting to shoot up my cunt-wires. And when one of his long fingers poked in under the flaps and started probing up and down the juicy interior, as if he was measuring the inner dimensions of the passageway, I knew from the drooly feelings inside me that the old sex-juices must be running a flood down there again.
Then when he began strumming on my clit button with a couple of fingers of his other hand, while his thumb, or some goddam long bony thing, poked up my cunt track about three or four inches at the same time, I started shivering all over, halfway into a big orgasm explosion already. In fact, it was all I could do to keep from yelling out loud, the feelings were so fantastic.
But then, one second later, I almost busted out crying from frustration, because all of a sudden he pulled both his hands away from my pussy and left me lying there all alone in my freaked-out state. I was gasping for breath, still twitching all over from these shivery spasms that were running up and down my insides, and I could hear dad's voice saying from somewhere far away, "Shit, man, this is a problem. I don't remember this goddam cunt at all. Are you sure she's on the level, you bastard?"
Ernie laughed. "Everything I told you about her is true-cross my heart. Why don't you quit playing around with her, for chrissake, and fuck her outright? Maybe your prick will remember her cunt, even if your hands don't."
Please-please! I was whispering out loud. Please do it to me. NOW NOW NOW! If dad didn't get that prick of his into my sizzling snatch in another minute, I was gonna come all unglued in the hinges. Dad-for God's sake-will you PLEASE fuck me!!
I'm sure he couldn't hear my breathless whispering, but he was getting my message anyway, thank God. I heard him say to Ernie, "I guess I might as well fuck her-what the hell? Whether I guess who she is or not I don't even give a shit at this point. All I know is, she feels like she'll be one hell of a piece of ass, and I can't wait to get it into her."
Wow, some kick! Dad, baby-you just wait and see what a fantastic piece of ass your sweet little baby daughter has turned out to be. You never suspected, but you're just about to find out, first-hand. Oh daddy-if you only knew!
I had simmered down a little bit by now, since there was no more suspense about whether he was gonna ball me for sure. I just lay there, hardly breathing at all any more, waiting patiently for him to drop down onto me, stretch his body over mine, and screw his big fat cock about ten or twelve inches up into the furthest depths of my pussy-passage. The unthinkable act of criminal incest was about to happen between dad and me, but the criminal part of it was the last thing in the world I was thinking about at that point. It was strictly cloud-nine time for me.
Then he leaned in over me, and I felt his hot hands groping around my ribs and nudging my boobs, getting me located so that he could settle himself back down between my legs and get the action under way.
"Here I come, ready or not," he said- "I don't know who the hell you are, Miss Big-Booby, but I have a sneaky feeling we're both gonna enjoy this fuck to the hilt."
Poor dumb' dad. Wait'll you find out who you're screwing here. You'll have monumental shit-fits!
I kept my eyes closed tight when it started, because I just wanted to enjoy the feel of everything that he did to me, and with all that gang of stupid creeps crowding around watching us fuck, I didn't want any outside distractions to screw up my private enjoyment of what was about to happen between me and dad.
The first thing I felt was his cool hands spreading out over my boobs, and right away the old shivers started running up and down me all over again. I don't know if my body was actually trembling so anybody could notice it, but I sure was all jelly inside.
It was pretty fantastic the way his hands felt on my tits this time. He didn't grab them real hard and start squeezing and mauling the shit out of them, the way most boys do the first time I let them lay hands on my bare boobs on a date. Dad was hardly touching them at all, the way it felt to me. It was like two feather dusters almost, just very lightly brushing on my titty-flesh, real soft and tickly-feeling all over. And the way the center of his palms were ever so gently rolling my nipples around and around and around, it was having the same effect inside my boobs that teasing my clit would have on my pussy area. That is, I was actually getting this wild orgasm type of feeling down inside my boobs, from my nipples being diddled. I know it sounds weird, and other girls have told me I was out of my fucking mind when I've told them about it, but I swear to God, I actually had boob-orgasms that night, when dad worked that way on the tips of my tits.
But great as it was, that was only the bare beginning of things. Once he'd got my boobs all charged up and tingling, like from electric shocks, then he started moving his hands down onto other parts of my body, circling around on the soft skin of my ribs and belly, down the stretched-out hollows of my groin, and then at last-with beads of sweat popping out on my brow-I could feel his sweet fingers tiptoeing into the thicket of my pussy hair, sneaking up ever so slowly and tantalizingiy, closer and closer to my sprawled and steaming snatch.
At the same moment, to freak me out even further, he moved in with his fiendish tongue onto my still-quivering nipples, working on first one of them and then the other, with the same little feathery, fluttery kind of teasy-tickling that he'd been doing before with his fingers.
By this time his hands finally were right on target down below. No more sneaking around in the pubic underbrush-he was all the way home to cunt city at last, thank God! I felt the end of his finger give my cozy slit a light brushing up and down, and then he peeled open the lips ever so gently and slipped one of his fingers up up up inside. His other hand had moved around to the rear, meanwhile, into my ass-erack, and he tickled up and down the inside groove there for a little bit before he zeroed in on my asshole and started boring into it with one of his big-knuckled fingers.
So now I was getting it from him in all three of my most erogenous areas-my nipples, my snatch, and my asshole all at once. A triple freak-out on my three horniest locations.
You wouldn't think of your asshole as being a sexy part, maybe, but I always did love getting bum-shafted. I had taken it up the rear-end more than once from some of my high school dates, and it always seemed to fire me up pretty good. One time, behind the screen at a drive-in movie, I had two guys fuck me at once-front and rear -and I think F got a bigger charge from the cock in my asshole than I did from the one in my cunt.
Anyway, when dad's finger started goosing my shit-hole, I began getting shivers up inside my ass to go with the wild tingles shivering my boobs from what his tongue was doing to my nipples. And with his other hand teasing and finger-fucking the outside and inside of my pussy, the sweet-feelings were kicking up in that area too.
All that was left now to make the sexual feast complete was the meat course-the giant salami up the chute-the actual cock-fuck itself that would blow the roof off my senses altogether. And that was on the way at last, because right at that moment dad pulled his finger out of my cunt and moved up onto my clit, and at the same instant that the finger slid out of me, I could feel the big hard head of his prick push up into its vacated place, slip between my gaping cunt-lips, and glide inside to begin the long-awaited fuck at last.
Considering the size of dad's huge horse-cock, it's fantastic how easily he ran it up into me, because I've got a pretty tight-lipped cunt, actually, in spite of all the hard traffic that's run up it these last few years. There was this big black mother-fucker thai I used to deal dope with, and whenever we would fuck it used to take him ten minutes to stuff his huge weenie up in me all the way, and it would goddam near rip me apart every time. Generally I would keep him happy by sucking him off instead, which saved us both a lot of aggravation.
But that night dad's equally-big cock rode up my trough like a breeze, all the way to the hilt on the first push, it felt like. The thing is, I was so well-lubricated by then, with my snatch drooling cunt-juice by the gallon, you could have run a Mack truck up into me with no strain.
This was no Mack truck, though-this was my own sweet daddy's fabulous cock. I couldn't believe it! The same stiff joint that had once fucked my mother's pussy and planted my seed was now fucking me. I never really thought it would happen, but it was!
As soon as dad got his prick into me, he started right off cruising it in and out the shaft, ever so smooth and easy, and from that point on, the action never let up. The lip-tickling on my nips-the finger-fucking up my ass-the clit-diddling-never quit even for a second. It was one long, continuous sweet ride in all three erogenous locations. But the real glory-the fabulous main event-was the fat prick piston-plunging endlessly up and down-up and down --to the farthest unplumbed depths of my cunt-tunnel. Every thrust seemed to ram deeper and deeper inside me, into areas where no prick had ever reached before.
From there on, with that wild wanger of his fucking me so fantastically, I forgot about tit and asshole sensations-it was a one-hundred percent pussy and prick affair now. I picked up the slow and easy rhythm pattern of dad's cock-thrusts and began to lift my hips and ride up on my ass-buns to meet him each time.
Ever so gradually he stepped up the pace to a faster and faster fuck-tempo, and I followed right along, matching every pump of his prick with a hump of my hips, until it came to the point where he was pounding into me with wild, pile-driver strokes, and my ass was bucking up and down on the tiles as if I was riding a wild bronco.
My whole body was vibrating all over with slam-bang orgasm explosions, shooting out everywhere from the pit of my freaking cunt.
Every plunge of his prick up my pma^ -warn sending off showers of sparks like a skyfan tf rockets on the Fourth of July.
I don't know how the hell I ever managed to control myself from screaming out loud. I wanted to just let everything go, and yell, "Oh, daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!" But even in my sky-high condition, I somehow kept my wits about me and didn't let out a sound, because if dad had heard one peep of my squeaky pipes, he would have recognized my voice in a second, and the fabulous fuck would have come to a very abrupt ending.
So I took it in silence, right up to the grand and glorious conclusion, except for a whole lot of gasping and grunting which I couldn't control. Anyhow, dad was doing quite a lot of woof-ing and wheezing himself, and the sound of that increased my pleasure about a thousand percent -realizing that I was actually lighting his fuses the same way he was lighting mine.
Finally he shot his load off up into my pussy-depths-I could feel his hot shots blasting inside me again and again and again-it seemed like he'd never stop coming-and the warm cream was oozing out the mouth of my pussy in rivers while his prick was still in there, pumping on and on until his balls were completely drained dry.
Finally he was finished, and the heavenly plowing ended. He just lay on top of me afterwards, his cock still stuffed up hard inside my cunt, while a big warm puddle of our sex-juices was spreading underneath my ass.
"Holy Jesus," he whispered, completely fucked out, it sounded like. "That was the most fantastic fuck of the century."
The crowd seemed to agree. They were giving us a big round of applause and wild cheers for our academy award performance-best technicolor fuck in a non-musical, or something like that. I lay there underneath dad's dead weight, as pooped out as he was, but happy as a pig in shit.
The impossible dream had actually happened! I'd been royally fucked by my sweet loving dad, by God, and the whole mother-fucking world was right there to see it happen. What a kick, man!
But now that it was done, there were hew things to think about. I don't know what I had thought was going to happen when we finished our little fuck-show. It hadn't really entered my mind to wonder about it. Just getting dad's hands on my raw body and his cock up my raw cunt was all I had cared about. Now that the fuck was all over, though, things started getting hairy in a hurry.
Dad pulled his prick out of my cunt and rocked back onto his haunches. "I give up," he said. "I haven't got the foggiest fucking idea in the world who this chick is. But now, by God, I'm getting rid of this fucking blindfold so I can see who the hell I've been screwing here, for Christ sake. She's the greatest fuck I've had in twenty years, and I'm not gonna let her get away from me."
An ice-cold chill went shooting up and down my spine. Like he said-the game was over. His hands were already fumbling with his blindfold-in another second he was gonna know that this fantastic piece of ass that he'd just fucked in front of all his friends was his own sweet darling daughter. Oops! He could have a heart attack right on the spot, I was thinking.
But after the first moment of panic, I suddenly felt very calm about it. Wasn't this what I'd really wanted all along-to have him know that he'd fucked me? It was only when dad realized that we'd made love together that the thrill for me would be complete.
The crowd was all quiet now, waiting for him to get the blindfold off, blink a couple of times, and then say something like, "Milly, baby-my old mistress! How could I have forgotten you?"
But of course it didn't happen anything like that. He blinked all right when the sight of me first hit his eyes, and his mouth dropped open about a foot before he croaked in this real sick whisper, "Good God! Oh no-I-I-"
That's as far as he got. Then he staggered to his feet in a blind panic and went lurching away toward the house like he was drunk, pushing his way through the crowd desperately. Everybody was thunderstruck-couldn't figure it out.
"He looked like he'd seen a ghost," I heard somebody say.
Then they were all staring at me with dumb looks-wondering what the hell the story was here-waiting for some explanation. They could see that there must be some deep dark secret between us, and they were dying to find out what. Was I one of his ex-wives, maybe-an old mistress-orwhat?
But they, weren't about to get any explanations from me. Let it be a big mystery-let 'em all puzzle their heads about it and swap guesses. I just wanted to get the hell out of this stupid crowd, go after dad, and follow up my advantage with him while I still had him off balance. I figured I had him right where I wanted him now, and I couldn't wait to make my next move.
So I picked myself up, gave the gaping, buzzing crowd a big pussy-cat smile, and then started parading back up to the house, giving it the big hip-swing as I walked. I sure was eating it up, being the center of attention like this-the fabulous bare-ass mystery woman.
Ernie called after me, "What the hell is this all about? Who are you, baby? Clue us in."
I turned around and gave him a big wink and a booby-shake. "Wouldn't you like to know, little dick," I said, and then just for a last little bit of showing off, I stuck my finger into my cunt and pulled it out ail snieared-up and dripping with come-juice, and then I stuck my tongue out and licked the goo off my finger like it was vanilla icing. Some of the people laughed, but most of them were still too stunned and mystified even to react.
Then I went scampering up the flagstone walk to the house and raced upstairs to daddy's room, where I figured to find him holed up, no doubt in a trembly, nerve-racked condition. Sure enough-there he was, sprawled across his bed, looking pretty goddam sick and miserable.
"My God!" he said when I popped in on him. "What have you done, Betty?"
I grinned at him and bumped my hips towards him. "I got you to fuck me," I said. "That's all I've done, and I'm glad!"
"But-but-don't you realize, you've ruined my life?" he sputtered. "And ruined your own too!"
"Oh bullshit," I said, and I moved in towards him, lifting my boobs in my hands and juggling them slowly up and down, reminding him of how it felt to hold and squeeze them. "Nobody knows what we did except us," I said.
"That,whole crowd out there knows," he said. "They're all my closest friends. They all saw what happened with their ozvn eyes."
"Yeh, but they don't know I'm your daughter, though," I said. "They never tvill know, unless we tell them. So we can go right on fucking like this, right out in the open, on a regular basis. Isn't that wildf And nobody the wiser!"
"You're-you're out of your mind," dad said. "This can never happen again, for God's sake! What kind of a monster have I raised?"
I laughed. "Do I really look like a monster?" I said. "I heard you say I was a sensational piece of ass. You said I had a gorgeous pair of boobs, didn't you, and a sweet cunt? And you also said I was the most fabulous fuck of a lifetime. So let's not let a good tiling die, sweet daddy. The greatest piece of ass in the world is all yours from now on."
He had wrapped his robe around him, but I reached inside the front of it and grabbed onto his prick, which was limp as a rag now, I noticed. "Come on, let's fuck some more," I cooed. "I was just beginning to really enjoy it down there, fucking like that. Now that we've got a little privacy, we can start all over again right where we left off."
He was pale as a ghost and shaking all over. "This is-madness," he gasped. "Get out of here and go to your room. There'll be no more of this
--this business between us ever. We won't even mention it again, do you hear?"
In spite of what he was saying, my hand was still clamped onto his prick and I noticed he didn't even try to pull away from me.
"You can't back off now, dad," I said, giving his prick a twist and a yank. "What's done is done. It's too late to undo it, so we might as well enjoy our terrible sin, as long as we're stuck with it."
At that point he got real mad all of a sudden and shoved me away from him so hard that I went sprawling on my ass onto the floor.
"You're out of your mind! You're sick!" he was yelling. "Get out of my sight. Ill deal with you in the morning, when you've had a chance to come to your senses."
So then I sort of got mad too. What was this shit? Five minutes ago he was on cloud nine from fucking my pussy. Now, just because he found out that I'm his daughter, he's sorry about the whole thing. That pissed me off, that he'd be so chicken about it.
"You'll deal with me right here and now, goddammit," I yelled right back at him. "Or else I could go back down there and tell all those dear friends of yours that that girl you fucked so enthusiastically is your own darling daughter. Won't that give them a laugh!"
"You bitch!" he said. "You're no better than your Mother. What do you want from me, for God's sake?"
I smiled and got up again. "Another round of sex, that's all. I didn't get anywhere near enough the first time. It takes at least a dozen good orgasms to satisfy me when I get in a real horny mood. Right now my cunt is burning up all over again. I want to fuck you fuck you fuck you, dad-that's what I want."
"Goddammit," he said, "what d'you think I'm made of? I'm pooped out, for chrissake-can't you see? I couldn't do you any more good tonight if I tried."
I took his cock in my hand again and started to work it around in my fingers. "Don't be so sure," I said. "I can do wonders for limp weenies. I'm a real expert in that area-ask any of the boys in school. I'll have you up and hard again in no time at all."
He tried to break away from me, but he was already pressed against the fucking wall and couldn't escape.
"My-my guests will be wondering where I am," he stammered. "I've got to go back downstairs-or-or--"
"Or what?" I said. "They don't need you down there. They can play their little games with each other. They'll never even miss you."
I opened up his robe all the way and pressed my naked self up against his body. "Come on, dad," I whispered, grinding my booba on his chest, "let's get back to where we were. You weren't so goddam shy the last time you felt these tits on you."
"Do you realize this is a-a-criminal offense?" dad croaked.
"So what?" I said. "Most of the shit you were up to at this party tonight is also a criminal offense. You didn't seem worried about that. Relax, dad-I'm taking over this partnership from now on. You're gonna find out that I'm just as good at fucking fathers as you are at fucking daughters. It's gonna be ball ball ball with us two after this. Whenever and wherever I want it, baby, I'm gonna get it, or else I could get mean and let the pussycat out of the bag and you could be real embarrassed about this 'criminal offense.'"
"You devil!" he whispered, but I could feel his prick swelling up fast in my hand, and I had the feeling he was already half-resigned to the situation. Maybe he was remembering what a beautiful fuck that had been after all, down by the pool, and maybe he was just a little bit proud that he had raised such a fantastic daughter, who was so fond of him and didn't mind demonstrating her affection in such down-to-earth and practical ways.
Anyway, now at last I had dad right where I'd always wanted him. No more trickery or blindfolded fucks. Now I could give him the fantastic blowjob and everything else that I'd been practicing with all those other boys for so long. The fuck beside the pool had been fantastically beautiful, but now that he knew it had been his daughter on the end of his prick, and not some anonymous party chick, we could really move onto a higher plane of sex-relating and blow each other's cotton-picking minds completely.
"Daddy baby-you ain't seen nothing yet," I purred. "From now on we're gonna break every balling record in the book,"
He only groaned and shivered, not quite adjusted to the situation yet. I. dropped down onto my knees at his feet then and began kissing his prick and teasing his balls with my fingers.
"This is madness-madness!" he said, but he was completely hooked by then-as much involved as I was, and he goddam well knew it. I could see that I wouldn't be having any more trouble with sweet dad from there on. Fuck the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!
Chapter Seven Licking Pop's Lollypop
I started in on dad's body the same way I used to work on my dates from school-the preliminaries to my famous thirty-minute top-to-toe lick-job, that I'd been practicing so diligently all these years on every man and boy I was able to get my hands on.
It was too soon to zero in on dad's prick yet. The idea was first to get his whole body tingly and horny in all the most ticklish parts-and then to hit him with the knockout blow-the big weenie suck-off that would bring it all to a head. Now that I had him cock-hard and quieted down, I said, "Let's not just stand here. Why should we do a stand-up suck when there's this beautiful bed of yours right handy?"
I got up off my knees and steered him over to the bed, and he went like a lamb-no resistance at all anymore. I pushed him down onto the gold silk bedspread and then I eased myself down on top of him and slithered over his body like a huge, hot snake.
"Oh Christ I" he whispered. "You're a goddam witch, by God!"
"Fucking right," I said, "and I'm just about to cast my magic spell over you. You're doomed! Your soul now belongs to the devil."
He just closed his eyes and let out a big sigh, probably figuring that I wasn't lying.
I got right to work then with my educated tongue, first around his face-area. I started off with about a five-minute kiss, which is always great for openers. Tickling his lips and teasing his tongue, flooding his mouth with my warm saliva and blowing my sweet breath down his throat, already I had him breathing hot and heavy. But this was only the opening warm-up. He hadn't seen a goddam thing yet.
I did a quick tour all over his face, kissing and tongue-flicking his eyelids, his nose, his ears-all the ticklish spots-and with little bites here And there too, to spice up the mixture, especially on the lobes of his ears.
I had him strung up like a fucking bow at this point, twanging like a guitar string. His hands were grabbing at me all up and down my back, and I could feel his big fat freaked-out hard-on squirming around against my belly and crotch. His fuses were fizzing again-no question about that
Then I moved my tongue assault down onto his neck area-below the ears-under the chin in the hollow of his throat-I knew all the strategic places, don't worry.
All the time I was giving him this lips and tongue shit, my hands weren't exactly wasting any time either. I had them both stuffed under his ass, gently massaging his two cheeks and lightly fingering up and down the crack. Nothing drastic there so far-no finger up the hole or anything like that. With this kind of a slow-building top-to-bottom sex treatment, you couldn't start milking his prick or finger-fucking his asshole too quick or else you'd make him climax too soon and ruin the whole show.
That was always the big problem when I was practicing this act on boys from school-I'd no sooner start nibbling on their ear and finger-ticklingtheir asses, and BANG!-their hair-trigger cocks would be squirting off all over my goddam belly, the dumb little jerks.
Not that I expected that kind of trouble with dad, though. After all his years of experience, he would have enough self-control to hold his fire until the time was ripe. But even so, I didn't want to take any reckless chances, so I was leaving his prick strictly alone for the time being. Hands off the dynamite stick until all systems were go for the big final blast.
Ready for the next move downward, I lifted up my body off his then, so that my tits were dangling over him, with my nipples just hovering above his chest. Then I eased them down and gave his nipples a little tickle with my nipples, and a little teasy rub-around. His eyes were staring up at me-burning with the fire raging inside him-and he licked his trembling lips with his tongue. Poor dad! It looked like I was turning him into quivering jelly all over, with this tickle-treatment of mine. But it had to be a sweet kind of suffering, I figured.
I eased myself down again, squashing my boobs flat onto his chest and grinding my pussy-bush against his straining cock. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, drawing in a quick breath. Then he began to stir around under me, raising up one knee, trying to nudge my legs apart-and rolling his hips, trying to work his prick down under my belly so he could sneak it up into the cock-pit.
But I wasn't anywhere near ready to allow that kind of business yet. These warm-up maneuvers still had a long way to go yet.
"Cool it, dad-cool it," I whispered. "Just relax. Let me run the show this time."
He seemed to shiver, and he sighed and settled back down. So now it was my move again. I went back into my snake act then-slithering my body down over his, inch-by-inch, with my tongue flicking in and out like fangs, tick-tick-tickling as it went, down his throat and chest and ribs and belly. I'd swing from side to side and back again, and my long hair was dangling down onto him too, dragging lightly over his freaked-out flesh, doing a little extra tickling of its own around the edges of the main action.
When I moved below his belly button and began tongue-dancing up and down his crotch-hollows, his legs and hips started stirring again. He must have been thinking I was just about to close in on the big weenie for the final gobble to glory.
But I fooled him. Just one little lick on his prick-head at that point, and then I was heading south from tfiere, down his legs, tickling a meandering trail inside his thighs all the way to his knees.
I was intending to carry the operation all the way down to his feet, as I always did, ending up with some fancy tickling on his toes, but I didn't quite make it. All of a sudden I stopped short in the middle of a lick and raised up my head, real startled. Daddy was actually laughing at me!
And then he said to me, "May I ask-how far were you planning to go with this fancy tongue-bath business?"
I was really floored. Here I'd thought sure I was in complete control of the situation-that my brilliant tonguing magic had dad floating on cloud number nine-completely under my sinister spell. And now all of a sudden it sounded as if he was taking the whole fucking business as a huge joke!
I was crushed. "I-I thought you liked this. Doesn't it make you feel good?"
He sat up and patted my cheek in a fatherly way. "You did a beautiful job, you sly rascal. I found it fantastically relaxing, but I'm afraid it's not exactly my type of sex-thing. I prefer to take a more active part in the games I play. When I sport with a lovely lady, I like to lead the dance myself. If I wanted somebody to lick me all over and tickle me with her hair, I'd buy me a big shaggy female dog with a long tongue."
"Oh, shit-I'm sorry," I said, feeling like a goddam fool. "Why didn't you stop me sooner, if you didn't like it?"
"As I said, I found it very relaxing and most enjoyable," he said. "In fact, I'm completely calmed down from my previous state of nervous collapse, thanks to your clever little tongue."
"Then, you're not mad with me anymore about what I got you into tonight?" I asked him.
He leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "As you said a while ago, nobody knows what the hell we've done except us, and since it's too late to change what's already happened, why not enjoy ourselves? We're both lost sinners already anyhow--one or two more incestuous fucks are not going to make the fires of hell burn any hotter for us."
Wow, what a kick! He wasn't mad with me at all anymore. I kissed him back, and gave his lips and tongue another good long slobbery workout in the process. I was pretty breathless when I finally unglued my face from his and then I lay down across his body and panted into his ear, "What-what do you want to do, dad? Just tell me. I want to please you every possible way. Do anything you want to do to me-anything! Or just say the word and I'll do any goddam thing in the world to you that you want me to."
"Fair enough," he said, chuckling. "So let's put that fantastic tongue of yours to work again, only this time we'll zero in on the prime target where it'll do the most good. I'd just as soon you'd stay pretty much within the crotch area, if it's all the same to you. It'll take all the cock, ball and asshole action you can dish out-forget about my neck and knees and belly button. And just to show that my heart's in the right place, I'll give you a return dose of the same. Are you familiar with the classic 'sixty-nine' position? I do you, while you do me."
"I-I've heard of it," I said. "Some girls in school told me about it." I figured a little lie here wouldn't hurt. Better if he didn't know that his sweet daughter has been sixty-nining like crazy ever since the fifth grade.
So I played dumb and let him show me how to get down into position for it, and pretended it was all brand-new stuff to me. Although it probably was a little late to start acting innocent again, after ail the wild fucking and tonguing-Td already given him previously.
But I had a feeling that I wasn't fooling him anyway. "So this is your first sixty-nine, is it?" he said to me, looking up from between my legs, his chin resting in my pussy-beard. We both laughed, and he gave me a wink, so I decided right then that there wasn't any sense in still being coy about it.
"Well-ahem," I said. "It's not exactly my very first sixty-nine. In fact, it's more like my sixty-ninth sixty-nine! But I haven't really kept count."
We both laughed again, and he said, "Okay, then, let's get the show on the road. Last one to come is a rotten egg."
I ducked my head down into his crotch-vee and started right off with one of my most exotic touches-working on the pee-hole of his prick-head-fluttering my tongue on it like a hovering butterfly, while my fingers were buried deep in the lush bush of his pubic hair, tickling with my fingertips in the tender flesh at the roots, down where the trunk of his cock merged into the bag of his balls.
About five seconds of this business, and his prick was right back up to one hundred percent hard, and then I formed my lips into a tight little pussy-shape and began slowly-"lowly swallowing up his cock into the deepest depths of my throat, from head to root. All the time that his prick was sliding deeper and deeper down into my gullet, my tongue was fluttering and dancing all over it like crazy, giving every motherfucking inch of it a wild tickle-charge as it passed along the way from my lips to my tonsils.
And already I was starting to get return messages from what he was doing to my sprawled pussy down on his end of the action. He was using his tongue in me just as if it was a prick, poking it up into my slot-opening and riding it in and out the cunt-passage. It felt exactly like I was getting fucked real fast and furious by a wild little hard cock.
In no time at all we had this slam-bang action going full speed on both ends of the operation -dad tongue-fucking my cunt like crazy with these fantastically quick in-and-out moves, way faster and wilder and snakier than any prick could ever do it-and me lip-squeezing his cock just as if my mouth was a real tight cunt, milking his prick up and down at a gradually faster and faster speed, but also with my tongue giving it little extra bonus tickles on the inside at the same time, like no cunt in the world could ever do.
I don't know how long we went on with it. When somebody is really grooving in my pussy, whether it's with a straight eight pecker or a tiny little tongue or a plastic dildo or a cold Coke bottle, or whatever, I just lose all track of time completely. It becomes like a beautiful dream situation-everything floaty and fuzzy and unreal, and you just drift along with it, letting the sensational feelings spread from your cunt in all directions until your whole freaking body is one huge whacked-out extension of your cunt, and you can fee! yourself creaming and creaming and creaming, one orgasm after an-other./orever. Wow!
And somehow a tongue seems to do it for me best of all. I mean, an educated prick driving up your cunt is real beautiful especially when it's a lulu weenie like dad's-but a real good tongue-job from somebody that knows how to do it is the most fantastic kick of all. Any chick that's ever had a tongue-fuck up her snatch will know what I mean.
As for the guy's feelings in the case, I only hoped to hell I was doing half as much good for dad's tickler as he was doing for mine. All I knew was, when he popped his nuts finally, his cock shot off a fantastic explosion of come-shots, if that's any indication of the size of his orgasm. All of a sudden his big fat prick-head seemed to turn red-hot in my mouth-I swear I could actually feel the heat from it-and then these huge blobs of warm cream came rocketing out the end of it, and I just opened my throat and let it all pour down.
What a fantastic thrill it was for me, gobbling dad's hot gravy straight off the meat. It seemed to me that it was the most delicious meal I'd ever swallowed, and the peak realization of all the creamy dreams I'd ever had about him. What made it the greatest thing of all, though, was that at the exact moment I was gulping that flood of his love-juice down into me, I was also at the peak pop-off of my own string of orgasms.
Afterwards, it was great to find out that dad agreed with me on how beautiful a tongue-job could be on your sex-parts. When we were lying there together on the bed, letting our fires cool down, he said to me, "You suck off even better than you fuck, you little rascal. I wouldn't have believed it could be possible, but it was even more fun fucking your face than it was fucking your pussy."
I gave him a big happy smile and said, "What's a daughter for, if it's not to suck her father's prick for him? It's the least I can do." I gave a lick to his lips, which were still smeared up with my own come-juice, and took hold of his prick for a friendly grab and squeeze. "Any time you're ready to go again, dad, just say the word.
I'm ready for a nine-inning ball game if you are. Which one of my holes do you want to stick it in next?"
He sighed. "I hate to confess this," he said. "It could ruin my hard-earned reputation. But I don't believe I could raise another hard-on tonight if my life depended on it."
I told him I didn't believe it, and I bet him ten dollars that I could make his cock stiffen up again and rise to new heights-but I lost. I tried every goddam way I knew-sucked and nibbled on it for ten solid minutes, gobbled his balls, tongue-fucked his asshole, everything-but poor old dad for once in his life was completely fucked-out for sure.
But I wasnt too upset after all, because it had been a fantastic night for me-beyond all my dreams-and I figured now that we'd got the incest ball rolling, there'd be plenty more hard core nights in the future along the same lines. I thought everything was really all set between us, because dad confessed to me at the end of our wild sixty-nine that he'd had a big hard-on for me for years, but he'd never dared to do anything about it. So he was just as glad as I was about the way things had worked out that night.
But then the very next day the son of a bitch did a complete switcheroo on me. He toid me that the whole thing between us was impossible -we'd made a terrible mistake-he could never forgive himself-all that kind of shit. So he bad decided that the only "honorable" thing to do was to send me off to live with good old Aunt Edith permanently. He thought that he and I shouldn't even see each other anymore from then on, just so there'd never be any temptations between us!
Well, shit! I screamed and bawled and raised holy hell, but a fat lot of good it did. He'd made up his goddam tight little mind, and that was that.
It never happened, though. No way in the world I'd ever go live with prissy-ass old Aunt Edith. I figured if goddam dad didn't want me around after all that fantastic balling I'd given him, then fuck him! And fuck Aunt Edith too. I just packed my bag on the spot and took off for faraway places, and I've been bumming around on my own ever since. I haven't seen the old man from that day to this, and frankly I don't give a shit if I never do again.
I've found out that there are plenty of men around that appreciate what I can do for them sex-wise, and they're able to make the sparks fly in my sex-box just as well,as dad did that night. So who needs him? He's not the only stud in the world with a nine-inch prick and an educated tongue. The woods are full of them!
Chapter Eight
Brother Rapist
One of the preachings of the new women's lib-erationists is that rape is not an act of sexual lust at all, but an act of hatred-man against woman. No doubt this is true in some cases at least, especially where the act is accompanied by more physical abuse than would seem to be necessary merely to accomplish the sex act. Sometimes rape is used as an act of revenge, either against one specific woman, or against the whole female sex in general, with the unfortunate victim playing only a symbolic part in the sadistic ritual.
The case that follows started off with a particularly violent rape. Trudy, a young schoolgirl, was waylaid on a dark street, dragged into a cellar, tied up and blindfolded by a man she claimed she never got a good look at, and then raped and savagely beaten, according to the evidence and her testimony.
The police were baffled at first in hunting for a likely suspect. The girl seemed to have no obvious enemies in the rather small town. Except for her younger brother, Roger-ha ha. Everybody had heard him say often enough how much he hated his stupid shit of a sister, and he wished she'd drop dead. But that was only kidding around, wasn't it? A lot of boys talk about their sisters that way, don't they? It's crazy to think that any boy would beat up and rape his own sister, isn't it? Or is it?
Acting on a hunch, a police investigator checked the boy's fingerprints against those found on the cellar window, and he was not too surprised to find that they matched. Further digging turned up traces of Trudy's blood on her brother's clothes, and scratches on Roger's neck and forearms that might have been caused by his sister's fingernails. Inconclusive evidence-but when confronted with it, Roger calmly confessed the whoie thing.
He was never prosecuted for his double crimes of incest and rape, but instead was turned over to juvenile authorities and sent to a detention home for psychiatric study and treatment.
The following highly emotional and sometimes violent account of how and why he plotted and executed the rape-beating of his sister has been transcribed verbatim in all its lurid detail from Roger's first two interview sessions with one of the staff psychiatrists at the juvenile center.
Case 3 Roger K.
Roger-I had plenty of reasons to do it, dont worry. She got exactly what was coming to her, that cunt! I should've killed her, actually, instead of just beating the crap out of her the way I did.
Psych.-You also raped her, don't forget.
What was the reason for that?
Roger-She was begging for that too. She thinks she's such a hot shit, with those big cow-tits of hers. The way she flaunts them all the time in front of everybody. She never wears a bra or anything-parades herself all over town with just a thin little tee-shirt covering her, and her goddam oversized boobs flopping all over the place for everybody to see. She might just as well go around completely topless, for chrissakes! She loves getting all the boys bug-eyed and horny over her, but then if anybody wants to take her out on a date, she gives them the big freeze-thinks she's too good for them. Only goes out with little fairies that she can wind around her little finger and know they'll never dare to lay a hand on her precious body. Then all the guys in school get pissed off at me, just because my goddam sister's a fucking cock-tease. Shaking her loose boobs and swinging her fat ass in everybody's face, but she's too chicken to let anybody come close enough to sample the merchandise.
So all day long I have to listen to guys making dirty remarks about her big tits and everything, and saying how they would love to give that stuck-up bitch the royal screwing she's been sucking around for. Talk, talk, talk, though-that's all it is. None of those guys ever had enough balls to actually sock it to her like she deserved.
That's why I decided to do a job on her myself -that fucking cunt. I gave her what was coming to her, by God, and I sure as hell ain't even a little bit sorry.
Psych.-Are you quite sure that it was only hate that motivated you? Or could it be that there was a sexual attraction there that you don't want to admit?
Roger-WHAT?!!-are you kidding, man? Why you-you dirty-minded old son of a bitch! I-I-you PRICK-you cocksucker!!
NOTE:-At this point of the interview, Roger went completely berserk in a furious rage, and had to be restrained by two attendants.
Later in the week, however, in a second session with the same psychiatrist, he behaved quite calmly, and was perfectly willing to discuss the subject of his sex feelings towards his sister, frankly and unemotionally.
Roger-Sure, I admit it. I used to peek in at her in the bathroom when she was taking a bath and get very horny over her from seeing her bare titties and pussy-so what? I was just a little kid then, and it didn't take much to get me roused up. She was the first girl I'd ever seen bare-ass, that's all. It wasn't that she was all that sexy to me, for chrissakes. I hated her just as much then as I do now. Spying on her was just a chance to get a free look at some tits and cunt, that's all.
Psych.-Did you masturbate while you were watching her?
Roger-What kind of a question is that? So what if I did? That's normal under the circumstances, ain't it? Don't try to make a big deal out of it like I was secretly in love with my own sister or something. Yuk!
Psych.-The fact remains that you did rape her, after all. It's not uncommon for a boy to beat up his sister, if he dislikes her very much. But stripping her nude, biting her breasts until they're black and blue all over, and raping her at least three times in a frenzy of hot passion is a little bit out of the ordinary for a boy who swears he has no sex feelings at all towards her and finds her "as ugly as a pig."
Roger-I don't know why the hell I did it. I wasn't thinking about sex at all, actually. I just wanted to hurt her, that's all. The only reason I fucked her was to punish her.
NOTE:-In order to get a clearer insight into Roger's true feelings towards his sister, and the real motivations of his bizarre sex-crime against her, the psychiatrist persuaded the boy to describe the entire episode of the attack in detail, including a recollection of all his feelings every step of the way, insofar as he could recall them. The transcript of his hair-raising account follows. As it grows progressively more and more impassioned and erotic in its detail, Roger's story clearly reveals the existence of what he had tried to deny-deep feelings of incestuous lust towards his sister, that obviously had been simmering deep in his subconscious, underneath the surface hate, only to burst explosively to the surface in the violent act of sexual assault that he committed upon her body.
Roger-I didn't start out with nothing special in mind about her that particular night. I don't know how I got to following her down the street -it just would happen lots of times. I used to follow her quite a lot around town, just checking on what kind of shit she was up to. Trying to catch her doing something sneaky, so I could get her in trouble and fix her ass.
I was real good at keeping out of sight, so she never realized I was tailing her. She's so fucking stupid, though, I could've walked down the street just a couple of steps behind her and she wouldn't even have known I was there, that dumb cunt.
That night she was wearing this big flowing cape that she'd just bought for herself-a dumb-looking thing with huge purple flowers splashed all over it. She thought it was really something sensational, for chrissakes, but I told her once that it made her look like a pregnant elephant, which was the truth.
Anyway, it gave me an idea of coming up behind her, grabbing onto the cape and throwing it up over her head. It would scare the shit out of her, I figured. She'd think I was some murderer or mad raper or something that had snuek up on her, and she'd screech and yell like hell. But with that fucking cape over her head, she wouldn't hardly be able to make a sound that anybody could hear.
That's all the plan I had in mind at first-not really to do no raping on her or nothing like that. Just to belt her a couple of good ones-kick her fat ass-give her a bloody nose-make her shit her goddam pants-and then run like hell before she even knew what hit her. But you already know that things didn't exactly turn out that way. I don't know what happened, really. I guess I sort of got carried away, once the whole thing got started. One thing led to another before I even realized it.
She was heading down this kind of dark street, about two blocks from where we live, and I had already figured out that that would be the best place to waylay her, where there wouldn't be a goddam soul around to see it happen. I ran down a side alley and hopped a fence, and then came back around to hide between a couple of buildings and wait until she passed that spot.
I crouched down low in the dark shadows there, and as soon as I heard her footsteps come past, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of her cape, jumped up, and threw it over her head, just like I'd planned to do. No problem at all. I had her completely by surprise, and the fucking cloak was over her face before she even had a chance to let out a peep. Right away I got my arm around her neck and clamped it tight, so it was just like her fucking head was shut up inside a bag.
She started struggling and kicking like mad, but I had a good lock on ber and she was pretty fucking helpless. I could heai- these oomph-aargh!-noises coming from her, but she was too muffled up to be able to get off any kind of a scream that somebody could hear.
I began finger-poking her with my free hand -jabbing her ribs and belly and tits-giving her real good hard shots to knock the wind out of her and scare her good. She was scratching at my face and trying to kick me with her pointy shoes, but I got off three or four good heel and toe kicks myself at her knees and shins and ass, and that put a stop to her funnyrstuff pretty fucking quick.
I was pretty surprised, though, when one of my hand-chops caught her on the side of the neck in just the right spot, and' like magic her whole body went limp on me. It was like I was trying to hold up a big flip-floppy bag of beans.
Ooh toow! I thought. I really knocked her out.
I knew she couldn't be hurt real bad, just from the little shot I'd given her. I probably just hit on a particular nerve by accident.
But then I started getting a whole brand new set of ideas in my head for the first time. I hadn't thought about it before, but we happened to be right beside this old rundown tenement building that us kids used to use the basement of for a secret meeting place, and a couple of times we took girls down there for sex parties. There was a way of crawling in through a window, down the alley, that hardly anybody knew about.
So, I thought, why not really do the job up right? Take this fucking Trudy, now that she's dead to the world, and drag her down into that cellar. Then go away and leave her there. When she wakes up, she won't have any fucking idea where the heH she is. In that dark, clammy place, she'll realty be scared shitless. What a beautiful idea!
I dropped her down onto the ground and grabbed her under the arms then, and started dragging her up the alleyway between the buildings. It was a tight squeeze, getting her fat ass in through the little window, but I finally made it, and then crawled in after her.
It wasn't exactly pitch dark in there. There was a street lamp in the alley outside, and it threw enough light in the window so that you could see what you were up to okay. Now that I had her inside, though, I wasn't too sure what else I should do. Just leave her there and split? Beat up on her some more and leave her with a couple of black eyes?
Then I thought-WOW!-why not make it look like she'd got raped? That's the first time I'd even thought about the raping idea-no shit. What I would do is, rip the shit out of her clothes, tear her panties off, leave her practically naked, with her legs all sprawled way wide apart, like somebody'd been putting it to her. Slit, man! She'd think somebody must've raped her while she was knocked out. I laughed out loud at the sweet idea. I only wished I could be there to see her face when she woke up and seen the condition she was in.
The whole scheme was getting better and better, and I just couldn't hardly wait to get on with it. She might wake up again any minute, was another thing to think about, and I sure wanted to be already finished and gone when she did come around. So I didn't waste no more time. I pulled off her cape and then went to work on her dress. At first I was just gonna unzip it in the back and rip it off the shoulder a little, but then I decided to go whole hog and take it off her all the way-really get down to the nitty gritty. In fact, why not strip her completely bare-ass! Shit, baby-that was it!
This is when I got a big fat hard-on for the first time, I remember. Right at the exact moment when I made that big decision, and it sort of caught me by surprise. All of a sudden the idea of peeling her right down to the skin had me all sweaty and trembly, I noticed. What the hell kind of shit was this? I couldn't believe that I was actually feeling sexy thoughts about this goddam bitch of a sister of mine.
I decided it must be just that I was getting carried away with the idea of being a mad raper, maybe. That made more sense. I'd forget all about Trudy being my sister-make believe she was some strange chick that I grabbed on a dark street, and that I was a wild sex maniac that was just looking for any old female body to beat upon, and any old cunt to fuck. No more problems for me then, once I got it all straightened out like that in my head.
So then I went right to work on her-no more wasted time. I got the dress off her in nothing flat-rip rip rip-and then I went at her bra. That gave me a kind of a problem, because I wasn't used to unhooking girls' bras, but I yanked at it and twisted it around until I finally got it loose from her tits, and then I pulled it off completely over her head.
And wow! I couldn't believe how I was shaking all over when them huge boobies of hers came flip-flopping out and were wallowing around there right in front of my eyes, all white and soft and quivery, with the big brown nipples like two buils'-eyes, dead center on two targets. I grabbed a couple of great big fet handfuis for myself and squeezed down on them as hard as I could, and Jesus!-my prick was already so freaked-out inside my pants that I thought for sure I was gonna pop my nuts right then and there.
But just then, Trudy started to stir around, and she let out a little grunty noise. It looked like the bitch was gonna come awake on me any second and fuck up the whole operation just when it was getting started. I had to do something drastic in a hurry or I was in big trouble.
Tie her up and blindfold her!-that was the thing to do. Then it wouldn't matter if she was awake or not. I could take my sweet time and do any fucking thing I wanted to. But there wasn't no time to lose. Quick quick quick, man. I didn't have no rope or nothing, so I'd have to rip her dress into strips, I figured, and use that for tying up and blindfolding both.
I was lucky it was just thin cloth, that tore real easy. First I got a wide strip off the bottom end, doubled it over and wrapped it around her eyes. By that time she had started making louder noises, and I was scared that she'd all of a sudden come wide awake and start screeching her goddam lungs out and really make trouble, so I decided I'd better gag her too, while I was at it. I ripped off one little sleeve from the dress and stuffed that in her mouth, and then I tied another strip around the lower part of her face to hold the gag in there, leaving her nose free, so she could breathe.
Now all that was left was to tie her hands behind her, and no problem at all about that. As far as her feet were concerned, I wasn't gonna bother about tying them at all. She wasn't about to jump up and run away on me, not while I was right there to grab her if she tried it. And if she started any kicking at me again, I'd just give her a few kicks right back with the heel of my shoe, like before, and that'd put an end to that bullshit.
But actually she didn't make no trouble at all for me, when she woke up again. All she did was shiver a little bit and make some oogh-oogh noises, but I poked my finger at her mouth and slapped her face a couple of times to give her the idea that she should shut up or else, and I guess she took the hint. I couldn't talk to her -at all, of course, or she would have known my voice right away, even if I tried to disguise it.
But I was having a new set of fits now from the sight of her bare boobs jangling around in the dim light. When she first woke up and sort of half-turned over, her two big titties rolled from one side of her chest to the other, quivering like jelly bags as; they went, and the sight of them big fat cow udders wallowing around all naked like that just made me weak in the knees and shaky all over.
I think that's the exact point where I first started thinking about not just scaring the shit out of her, like I'd planned, but actually giving her a real fucking! What if I really raped her -honest to God?
In fact, now that she was wide awake and knew what was happening, I had to rape her, didn't I-to make the whole thing look convincing? The only other alternative was to knock her out again, so she wouldn't know whether she'd got raped or not when she finally woke up. But shit!-now that the idea had come into my head of actually socking my cock up her pussy, I was bound I was gonna go through with it to the absolute end, by God. Fuck her goddam cunt royally, now that I had her all set up for it, stripped down, hog-tied, and helpless.
And these tits-Jesus! They had me out of my skull. I sure as hell was gonna have some sweet fun for myself giving them a good healthy workout in the bargain. I could have every kind of sexy fun and games I'd ever dreamed of for as long as I wanted to, and that fucking snotty cunt sister of mine would get a royal rough fucking and a good whacking around that she wouldn't forget in a hurry. -- The first thing to do, though, before I started in on her, was to get her body completely bare-ass naked. At that point she still had on her panties and one shoe-the other one had got lost out in the alley, I guess-but I got rid of them last couple of items in a hurry. When I dragged the panties down, she kicked her legs around quite a lot, like I'd figured she would, but I rolled her over and gave hej a couple of real good boots on the bare ass-end that cooled her down pretty sudden.
Then she started making whimpery noises through the gag, but I cut that short too with a good belt across the face that damn near put her in cuckoo-land again.
Now finally I had her laying there at my feet, completely stark bare-ass. Everything right out in the open. Even with just the dim light that there was, I could see that her body was glossy all over with sweat. I guess I was probably sweating just as much too, cause it was pretty hot and stuffy in that cellar. It was funny, though, to see Trudy sweating and shivering all at the same time, like she was feeling hot and cold both at once.
I just stood there for awhile, getting my breath back, having myself a real good look at her raw naked body. She sure had grown up some since the last time I peeked at her in the bathroom. Her boobs I already mentioned, but her ass was something else too. Rounded out real nice. And her pussy was all fuzzed over with a big bush of hair now--lots more than before. I also noticed there were a few black and blue marks on her white hide here and there-places where I'd kicked her, mostly-and I thought, you fucking cunt, you're gonna have lots more bruises than that on you before I get done with you.
I went down onto my knees then, and moved myself in between her legs, forcing them to open up for me. That started her whimpering and thrashing around again, because I guess she was figuring the big rape was just about to get under way, but I didn't let it bother me this time. Let her moan and struggle-she couldn't actually do a fucking thing to help herself. I had her right in the palm of my fucking hand, by God!
I grabbed her knees and shoved them way out on both sides of me, spreading her crotch way wide open, and there was her fucking pussy-slit, staring me right in the face, all pink and juicy and wide open for business. Jesus-did I have myself a hard-on! I couldn't hardly wait another second. I absolutely had to fuck her right then!
I tore open the front of my pants and let them drop down, and then I threw myself on top of her and rammed my big stiff up between her legs, feeling for the hole. She was bucking and heaving like a bastard-throwing her hips and ass all around, trying to keep me from getting into her-but that just made it all the hairier fun for me. I laid my prick-head into her pussy-area and managed to ride it up inside the slot after a couple of misses. Then I shoved forwards with all my weight to drive it home, and I cruised that old cock right up the tunnel until it was completely buried in her fuck-hole, my cock-hair squashed against her cunt-hair, and my balls draped down over the crack of her ass. Jesus, man! I was in her! My cock ivas up Trudy's cunt at long last!
I was looking forward to giving her a real long, drawn out, rough, tough fucking-ram my prick up her pussy like a fucking pile driver and pound it raw-no shit! No such luck, though. Just the thought of it in my imagination was too much. Before I could even get started driving it home, this hot flood came swooping up in my prick, and I shot off my whole goddam load in about ten seconds.
Jesus, that pissed me off! Now I'd have to wait awhile to get a good hard-on again, and start all over from scratch. But that didn't stop me from taking it out on this bitch in the meantime. It was her fault I popped my nuts too quick. Her fault! Everything was her goddam fault!
I started belting the shit out of her then. Whack whack whack! Rocking her head from side to side-slapping her boobs around. Then I flopped down flat onto her and started biting one boob with my teeth, like I was chomping on a great big hunk of fat meat. I really gave it to both her tits, man-biting and chewing all over those goddam fat monsters, and pulling and pinching the hell out of her nipples with my teeth.
And, by Jesus, the more I went at it, the more riled up I got. In no time at all I had a brand-new hard-on again, but I wasn't in such a big hurry to run it up her cunt again right away. As a matter of fact, I was giving her cunt a pretty rough time just with my hands now, along with the biting business.
First I ran one finger way up into her slot and gave her a pretty good poking for awhile, and then I switched to two fingers-then three-and finally I managed to actually wedge my whole goddam hand up inside her pussy, all five fingers! I squeezed it into a fist inside there and started twisting it around. Wow, man-pretty weird thing! I never had no idea before that you could get your whole goddam fist completely inside a girl's cunt that way and actually give a fist-fuck. Man, I had that son of a bitch up in there all the way to the goddam wrist! Giving her cunt holy hell.
But after I'd kept that up for awhile, along with giving both her boobs a pretty good all-over chomping, I felt like I was ready to run my prick up her cunt one more time, and try to get some long mileage out of it this time.
So I unplugged my fist from her pussy and got back into position to give her a standard shafting. There was no problem at all getting the cock in the hole this time, after my fist had plowed the way for it. I slipped up inside her in a.second, and right away began humping on her real hot and heavy. The way our bellies were sweated-up, they were riding against each other like they was lubricated-real nice and slick -and it started off as a super-smooth and easy-riding fuck from the very beginning.
Wham-bam!-I gave it to her good and rough, man. My prick was hard as a rock again, and I was driving it home like a goddam piston plunging up and down in a cylinder, with my balls beating out a red-hot rhythm against the crack of her ass with every pump I made.
And everything sure worked beautiful, this second time around. No quick pop. It lasted and lasted forever. It felt like I had me a permanent hard-on, and I didn't ever want to quit.
After awhile, though, I wasn't just satisfied to fuck the shit out of her cunt-I wanted some side-diversions too. So I went to work again with my hands on other parts of her. Each time I'd ram home my prick right to the roots, I'd also give her a sharp little finger-jab, on all different parts of her body. I gave it to her in the gut, the knees, her ass, her boobs, her throat, her nose -every goddam place! Sometimes left-handed --sometimes right-and sometimes both hands jabbing her at once in two different places. It was a fucking laugh-riot! She was twisting and writhing all over the place underneath me, really freaked out-not knowing where the hell she was gonna get jabbed next.
Then when I got tired of that, finally, I started in pinching her. That was even more of a kick for me. Giving her little nips with my fingernails, all over the same kind of places where I'd been finger-jabbing her before. And she would wiggle and jerk herself around even more from the pinches than she had done with the poking. I must've been really driving her ape-shit.
Doing real mean things to her tits, though, was the best fun of all. After awhile I quit all the other shit except for the pussy-fucking, which went on and on all through this, and I just concentrated on her boobs. I already had them marked up pretty good from alHhe biting I'd done on them before, and I'm telling you, they must've been plenty tender by that time.
It was a big kick to take a pinch-grip on both her big rubbery nipples and then pull them out, stretching her boobs about a foot away from her chest, and then swing both tits around in circles. You should've seen these huge lardy bags of hers wallowing around and around, shivering and quivering all over the place like a couple of earthquakes in action.
Then I pressed the palms of my hands down flat against them and started rolling her boobs all around, seeing how far they would spread in every direction. The funniest thing was when I pushed them all the way up to her face, and pressed them in against both her cheeks. It was pretty weird to see her face all squashed in between her own boobs like that. There's not too many girls around that've got boobs big enough or stretchy enough so you could do that to them.
My prick was getting close to popping off again by this time, and all of a sudden I got the idea of pulling it out of her pussy and running off the rest of the fuck between her soft tits, instead of up her cunt. Fucking her boobs seemed like a beautiful idea, so I quit humping her down below and brought my prick up to tit-level. I squatted down on her ribs, laid my cock flat out between her boobs, and then picked them up in both hands and pressed them in tight around my pecker. Then I started rocking my ass, and rolling them two handfuls of titty-flesh around all over my cock while I was jiving it up and down between them. Ooh, man-it was good!
It didn't take too long for that action to pay off either. My prick exploded pretty quick, shooting a huge flood of come all over her boobs, and afterwards, just for fun, I smeared the milky goo all around on her tits, completely covering them with a coating of it. It probably felt good to her, having that warm shit spread around on her beat-up tits that way, after all the heavy squeezing and biting and stretching and pinching they'd been through.
But I wasn't worrying too much about how she felt. It was my feelings I was interested in. I was looking for new kinds of things to do to her that would give me new kinds of kicks. My prick was in a permanent freaked-out state now, it looked like. Even after I shot off my nuts on her boobs, it was still every bit as hard as ever and raring to go again.
I wanted to fuck her face with it now-make her give me a goddam blowjob-but to do that I'd have to take the gag off her mouth, and I didn't know if that was such a good idea.
But I decided to do it anyhow. She'd been laying there pretty quiet lately, and not making no noises at all except for hard breathing, so I figured maybe I'd finally knocked all the fight out of her and it was safe to nnwrap her fly-trap. After all, she couldn't do no screaming with a big fat cock stuffed in her mouth. My prick would be just as good as a gag, as far as keeping her quiet.
So I unwrapped her mouth and pulled the gag out, and then I waited a second to see if she would try to yell or anything, all set to clamp my hand over her face if she did. But she only gulped air a couple of times and then said in a little whispery voice, "What are you gonna do now?"
That took me by surprise. I got the funny feeling from the tone of her voice that she was more curious than she was scared about what was gonna jiappen to her next. All of a sudden I got a horrible suspicion that this fucking cunt was enjoying all the stuff I'd been doing to her. Jesus Christ Almighty! What the hell was she -some kind of a freak that got kicks out of being mauled around and raped real rough? It could be-I wouldn't put nothing past her. For all I know, she could've gone out walking alone nights just hoping something like this would happen to her, for chrissakes. I'd heard about weird chicks like that, that ain't happy unless they're getting whacked around.
Well that just pissed me off all the more, and I was bound I would give it to her even rougher than I had been doing, if that was the way she wanted it.
She was just opening her mouth to say something else then, but I cut her short with a couple of good whacks across the jaw, and then I plopped my belly down over her face, pried her mouth wide open, and stuffed my prick inside, I was planning to sort of squeeze her lips in around it and then ram it up and down her throat, just like I was fucking a cunt, but she surprised hell out of me and stopped me cold by what she started doing.
As soon as my prick got inside her mouth, she began licking on the head of it with her tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was really shook. I hadn't ever had my prick sucked before, but she obviously had done it to men's pricks plenty of times, or else how the fuck would she know how to do it like this?
I was bullshit mad! Up to now I had thought everything was going along perfect-that T was really giving her holy hell and making her suffer, just like I'd planned to-but now she was stirring around underneath me, and gobbling and slurping on my prick, all juicy-mouthed and drooly, I had to believe that she loved sucking cock. I had a good mind to pull it right back out of her again, just for that. Give it to her up the ass instead, and see how she like it that way.
But the trouble was, it was beginning to feel real good to me, having her tongue flutter around on the head-end of my prick, tickling it like crazy. Man, that was some freaky sensation! Better even than screwing a pussy. So I left it where it was and let her go on doing her tongue-job on it.
But all the time while I was loving the feeling of it and coming closer and closer to another big nut-pop, I was hating that bitch all the more for what she was doing. Some sister!-giving suck-offs to complete strangers! How did she know who I was? Maybe I was somebody with a dirty disease, or something. And there she is, licking away on my cock like it's a tasty hunk of bologna. What a pig! She was even worse than I'd thought she was.
With all them mixed feelings riling me up inside, I shot my load pretty quick this time, and when I did, I just left my prick right where it was, inside her mouth, and let the jism-juice go spurting down her throat in big torrents. Let her swallow it, by God, if she digs sucking on pricks so much.
I didn't notice her choking or trying to spit up or nothing, either, and when I had drained myself dry and yanked my prick back out of her face, it looked like she had sure as hell swallowed up the whole goddam load. I could've sworn she even had a smile on her face, for chrissakes! Jesus, what did I have to do to get a rise out of her? This was no fun, if she was gonna get pleasure out of it.
I would like to have tried ramming my cock up her ass to the hilt, and that's what I would've done next, if I could. With my size of prick, that would have to be a pretty rough deal for her shithole, but it was too late now to even try it. My cock had just about had it, after the blowjob was finished. It was all gone completely limp and wilted away to nothing-useless, as far as any more fucking went.
So I decided I'd polish things off by just giving her a couple more good whacks and a good kick in the teeth to remember me by, and then get the hell out of there. I couldn't think of no other things to do to her that would give me any satisfaction. I'd done everything I could think of, until my goddam cock crapped out on me, and for some reason it hadn't been anywhere near as much fun as I expected.
The very last thing I did-a little final idea that came to me-was to give her a piss-job all over from head to toe. But even when I was peeing right in her fat face, she didn't do nothing but just lay there like a lump and breathe hard, so that didn't give me no pleasure either, goddammit.
I got the hell out of there then, and that was the final ending of it. I ain't sorry about any of what I done. The only thing I wish is that I could have another chance at it, 'cause I've been thinking it over quite a lot since that night, and there's lots of other things I've thought of to do to her that would really give her shit-fits. That's the only thing I'm sorry about-that I let her off so goddam easy that first time.
