Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family, the Thompsons, Roger and Dorothy and their two young children, May and Ralphie. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
The norm ... for the Thompsons, yes. And how many other families like them?
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
May was thirteen and beautiful. Everyone said that. She had short blond hair and a perky face. Her tits were perking too ... and promised even larger things to come.
She was at that terribly interesting age where she was part girl and part woman ... a female amphibian with traits of both and terribly appealing to both fathers and sons.
Her brother Ralphie had given her a dirty magazine one day ... one he'd read arduously from cover to cover and discarded. When she got it, it was dog-eared and stiff with liquids spilled on it. Was it coke or ... you never knew with Ralphie.
May hadn't known much about the differences between boys and girls when she'd first gotten her period. Then her brother Ralphie took her under his wing.
The best parts of the magazines, besides the sexy naked pictures of men and women jerking off, and sucking each other, and playing with each other's sexual organs, were the advertisements.
There May saw advertisements for rubber women, full sized, for horny men! And for horny women, there were the strange and wonderful dildoes that looked just like the male organs, that Ralphie had said were inserted into the female vaginas for a wonderful high and a wonderful come.
How nice it was to have an older brother like Ralphie know all about such wonderful things and to share his expertise with her. She didn't know why he was only a year older than she was, yet knew so much more about sex than she did.
Just a few days before her father had paid his extraordinary visit to her bedroom, Ralphie had paid her another, one that had been nearly as big a landmark in her life.
He'd sat on her bed, and without much warning, pulled out his cock, thick and erect, to show her. Like Jack Horner of the nursery rhyme, pulling a plum out of his pie!
Only Ralphie didn't say, "What a good boy am I!" Instead, he said, in a harsh whisper, "Yell if you hear Mom coming!" So he evidently didn't think he was a very good boy to be pulling out his plum to show his little sister.
But it sure was exciting! At least May thought so. At first, she was shocked, but she couldn't keep her eyes off his big prick.
"My god!" she exclaimed. "Ralphie, I haven't seen that since you were practically a baby. My, how it's grown!"
At that time, ten years ago, it had indeed been the size of a small thumb, just a little appendage sticking there between his legs as they bathed together in the bathrub. After cursory rubs of each other's genitals, they proceeded to play with the rubber duckie and the small sailboat, as if nothing had happened. Sex had not been a terribly big deal in the Thompson family ... then. After all, May and Ralphie had only been three and four respectively.
But now!
"Oh, it looks lovely! Or ugly! I can't decide which!" said May. "Can I touch it?"
"Sure," said Ralphie, "but you gotta give me something for it."
"Like what?" said May. She couldn't possibly think what her big brother might want of hers, since he seemed to have everything he wanted ... footballs, baseballs, gloves.
"Oh," said Ralphie, pretending to screw up his face in thought. "Like maybe you could do the same for me!"
"But ... but, I don't have one of those," said May, feeling inadequate and envious. To her it was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen, and something that aroused great excitement in her lower body, that she couldn't quite explain yet.
"Oh, but you have something mighty nice yourself," said Ralphie, "something just as nice, as a matter of fact, and something that looks just as good to me as this big cock does to you."
"Really?" said May, pleased as punch.
"Sure," said Ralphie, "the things 'complement' each other. I think that's the word!"
He was proud of that word he'd picked up from the sex education class he'd had at school. Except that it had been used with regard to chickens and dogs, not humans.
But Ralphie was smart and it had taken only a quick jump of his active imagination to make the connection.
"Okay," said May quickly, ready to agree to anything, just so she could touch her brother's dick.
Gingerly, she reached out, edging closer and closer to the bed. Finally she touched the rubbery, thick, stiff cock. "Oh!" she said. "Oh, it sure feels funny!"
Her blue eyes were wide and wild with excitement. Never had anything so engrossed her.
"No, it doesn't," said her brother, frowning. "You have to get used to it, Sis!"
He laid his hand on his erect cock, which measured a healthy six and one-half inches, and began gently jacking it. May watched, intrigued. The big, thick prick seemed to grow even bigger and thicker when her brother rubbed it. May watched, getting a funny feeling in her mouth, like she wanted to suck it.
Then she quickly repressed the thought. Whatever gave her that idea! It was a repulsive thought. But it was one that curiously excited her.
She watched her brother's fist encircle his cock and jack it up and down. She looked closer, getting down and kneeling just a foot away.
That way she could see the little droplets of something he later told her was pre-come collect on the outside of his pee slit. Her brother rubbed those little drops all over the shiny red head of his cock, making it glisten in the light of her bedroom.
And the cock got bigger and bigger. She couldn't help but clutch her own crotch then, rub and rub over her short skirt, her gaze fixed on her brother's open fly at that marvelous shaft of meat that was escaping from between the zipper flaps. The root of his cock was buried in a clump of thick, brown, curly hair. May longed to entwine her fingers in that hair.
But she just watched. She kneeled at her brother's feet and glued her gaze to the stiff dick. She was getting used to seeing it now. Just in the space of a few minutes, it was no longer looking strange to her, but like a normal, everyday thing.
But she couldn't get the idea out of her head that if she touched it again, it would go off! Like something explosive. She didn't know where she had gotten that idea from. She wondered if it were true.
She watched Ralphie jack his cockhead with his thumb and forefinger, right over the head, and right at the ridge. She watched him finger and stimulate it just under the ridge. He seemed to like this especially, because he began panting and moaning a lot.
"Oh, Ralphie, you really seem to be enjoying it," gasped May, smiling and staring. She couldn't get her eyes full. And her own hand kept rubbing and rubbing between her thighs. She was getting very wet in her panties. She wasn't quite sure what it all meant. She had rubbed herself there before, but not with such ardor, not with such passion.
"Oh, May, oh, oh, ohhhhhh," her brother Ralphie groaned, closing his eyes and jacking his cock hard and fast with all his might. He spread his legs further apart so he could get a good grasp of his tool with his fist.
His balls swung and hit the sides of his muscled thighs. May's brother had a fine pair of smooth, firm balls. May wanted to finger those balls. She longed to lick them, to take them in her mouth, to even lick the ass crack behind them.
She couldn't believe her longings. She was nearly a stranger to herself. She couldn't believe it that it was she, May, feeling these strange and wonderful but startling desires in her very own body.
"Can I touch those things?" said May, afraid to ask, but even more afraid to let the opportunity slip by.
"Can you touch my balls?" asked her brother, laughing. "Of course you can touch my balls! Every brother dreams of having his sister touch his balls. Every boy wants his girlfriend to touch him there."
Having been given the green light, May leaned forward and bounced the strange appendages in the palm of her little hand. She seemed to be weighing them, lifting and dropping them gently. Then she squeezed them. Then she pinched them, and her brother screamed. "Ow! Don't do that! That hurts!"
The scream brought the sound of their mother's voice up from downstairs. "Now, don't fight, children. May, you're supposed to be doing your homework. Ralphie, you have a math test to study for, don't you?"
Ralphie groaned. "In a minute, Ma, I'm showing May something."
The children giggled. May saw her brother's balls bounce with his laughter. He was nearly bent double. His prick, though, was still maintaining its fine, firm erection. If only their mother could see Ralphie now, with his grown-up man-cock hanging out, giving a masturbation demonstration to his younger sister.
"Oh, hurry and finish, so I can see it all!" breathed May excitedly. "Can I help?"
"No, not this time, next time. There's no time now." Ralphie quickly whacked his cock hard. He was no longer aware of anything. Neither the call of his mother from downstairs, nor the wide-eyed gaze of his kid sister could keep him from his coming orgasm.
He whacked and jacked his cock with all his might. "Ohhhhhh," he began groaning. "Oh, Sis, it feels so good, I can't tell you!" he cried out softly, nearly whimpering with the overwhelming pleasure his hand on his sensitive prick was giving him. His cock was getting hot and steamy. He was getting so high, he could feel his nuts stirring.
He suddenly couldn't hold out any longer. His jism poured through his stiff staff, and he creamed in a stream out onto his sister's carpet.
"Oh," said May, her eyes bugging out. She'd never seen anything like it. The stream of hot sperm fascinated her. Finally she saw her bother Ralphie's once-hard dick shrivel and collapse.
"You mean that's all that was inside?" she gasped. "That bit of milky stuff?" She couldn't believe that that was what made it so stiff.
"Some of it," answered Ralphie, still gasping and panting in the wake of relieving himself. He was still rubbing his wet and rubbery dick, now at half-mast. It had felt so good. If he rubbed it any more, he would only irritate it. "It's muscle, too," explained Ralphie to his sister. "And blood in the veins."
"Oh!" she said: She really didn't care about the scientific explanation for it. The visual effect was what fascinated her.
"Children!" came their mother's voice suddenly at the foot of the stairs. "If you don't break it up this instant, I'm going to come up and break it up for you!"
"Yes, Mother," said Ralphie, standing up and closing his fly, pulling and tugging on the zipper till it covered his cock and balls all up again.
May was sorry to see them disappear so soon. "Let's do it again," she said, clasping her hands and looking dreamily at her brother.
"Sure, Sis, now you owe me something. You have to do just what I did. Masturbate in front of me."
"Oh," said May, frowning. She wasn't quite sure how to go about that.
Ralphie saw the puzzled look on his sister's face. "Here," he said, "look at this magazine."
He took a magazine out of his hip pocket, a magazine the likes of which May had never seen before. She quickly perused each page, gasping and engrossing herself entirely in the magazine's contents. She didn't even notice when her brother left.
She studied the pictures. Then she read the advertisements. That's when she saw the pictures of the dildoes and put two and two together. She wanted to send for one right away.
The next time she saw Ralphie alone, she asked him about it. "The mail takes too long," he advised. "Robby's big brother can get you one." Robby was his closest friend. His big brother was eighteen and a storehouse of sex information.
The next day a package appeared on May's bed. She eagerly opened it. She ripped the scotch-taped bag apart and inside found an oddly shaped cardboard box, long and thin to accommodate the shape inside.
She quickly opened it and laughed aloud. It was a flesh-colored replica of a cock, mounted on a plastic base with "hairs" carved into the base of the stand.
It was so long! It stood about seven inches high! She wondered how she could ever get that thing inside her.
She wondered where her brother had disappeared to. Probably Robby had slipped the package to him in school that day, and now Ralphie'd gone off somewhere with him.
May quickly closed her bedroom door. She wished she could lock it, but there was no key to her lock. It didn't matter. No one ever intruded on her anyway. Everyone in her family always knocked. They had a lot of respect for each other's privacy.
May couldn't wait to try it out. She quickly pulled the covers down on her bed and hopped inside. She pulled her panties down over her hips till the elastic bound her legs at the knees.
Then she pressed the hard, rubbery rounded tip to her cunt lips. Nothing happened. She couldn't get it in. All that happened was that a strange and exciting feeling shot through her groin.
But that was all. She was disappointed. She absentmindedly kept rubbing the hard plastic dildo over her hairy pussy. She rubbed it between her pussy lips. She found herself getting wetter and wetter. She heard herself moan and gasp slightly.
Oh, was this what it was all about? She was getting excited, as the sensations in her pussy begged for more rubbings of the phony dick.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.
She kept rubbing and rubbing. She worked the hard rubbery cock around and around her cuntal opening. She pressed hard once more and got it a quarter of an inch into her hole. But that was all. It was nothing. There were six and three-quarters inches to go! She was dismayed. It looked hopeless.
She decided then to use her fingers for a while. Maybe such a big thing was something she had to work up to.
So she lay the dildo alongside her naked hips. Then she peeled off her sweater and the blouse, kicked off her panties, and removed her little training bra. Was it a relief to get that thing off! She hated it! Some of the girls at school wore no bra and were bigger than she was! But her mother made her wear it. Dorothy figured it was a form of chastity belt for her daughter.
Now May was braless and her pussy was exposed to view. Her little miniskirt was all she had on. She felt very sexy indeed. Then she began pinching her nipples, rubbing her underarms, palming her titties in her hands. She felt a corresponding response in her cunt.
It made her want the plastic dildo again, but she decided to wait. She parted her pussy lips again and found her sensitive little love bud.
She rubbed it with her finger, holding the lips apart with the fingers of the opposite hand. She felt herself get all wet and lubricated. Her breath started to come in short" little gasps. Every third rub, her fingers would detour from the perky little clit they were arousing and insert themselves in her pussy hole. They jutted pleasurably in and out, making the hole wider and wider, deeper and deeper.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, OHHHHHH!" she began moaning. She lay back on the bed, seesawing back and forth on the axis of her asscheeks. She rode up and down, her hips sliding back and forth on the mattress.
She spread her thighs as far apart as she could. She rubbed her inner thighs with her hands. Then her fingers returned to where they felt the best, along the sensitive, mucous tissues of her inner cuntal lips, making rapid progress in her expanding pussy hole.
Her sighs and groans were coming louder and more often now. She could hardly stop herself. Her pleasure was so great, that she just had to keep rubbing, had to keep feeling herself. Her cut was getting very stiff now. She made quick excursions from the pleasurable clitoris, to the cuntal hole, and back again.
Her eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly. She couldn't help herself. She hoped no one could hear her, but her body was at such a peak of passion, that she could hardly help herself.
Finally she decided this was just the time for the dildo. She grabbed it from its position at her side and thrust it to her crotch. She poised it at the opening of her cunt, took a deep breath, and plunged it in. She vowed she would take it up her cunt, no matter what the cost, no matter how much the pain.
"OHHH!" she gasped, feeling the incredibly pleasant sensation of a foreign object up her cunt. It actually brought her no pain, but slid deliciously up her twat, two whole inches!
From that position, it was nothing at all to wiggle the thick, stiff mock-prick the rest of the way up her small, tight cunt. She shook with laughter. It was so exciting, she could scarcely believe it!
She studied her groin, watching the flesh-colored dick disappear into her body. She grinned from ear to ear, both at the craziness of it all, and also from the exciting pleasure in her pussy that made her begin to shake all over.
She pressed the cock in and out of her hole, taking care to rub its hard side over her clit, keeping it at the peak of arousal. Then she settled back and just jabbed it in and out of her.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," her small mouth was panting. "Oh, man, this is too groovy to be believed." She was thinking she would have to show Ralphie. She'd promised him. She owed him a pleasurable scene or two in thanks for showing her the ropes. She knew now that adolescence wasn't only a pain in the ass. It was the beginning of a new world of pleasure that she could hardly have imagined!
She thrust the dildo in and out, in and out, her cuntal opening getting wider. She humped herself on the dildo. She was unconscious of everything else now. She knew only the pleasurable ramming of the phony dick over her sensitive clit and into her cunt.
Then she felt incredible tightening sensations pass through her belly. Her pussy was wet and getting wetter. Her cunt walls were responding deep inside her to the rammings of the fake cock. Oh, if sex were like this, she would soon want the real thing!
Suddenly she heard herself moaning. The moans came from deep within her. It wasn't groaning. It was the bitch animal deep inside the fragile blond thirteen-year-old, perched with thighs spread wide open on the bed, her cunt penetrated by a thick fake cock.
"OHHHHH!" she cried out. Her hips rocked the bed. She pounded the instrument of pleasure in and out of her cunt. She impaled herself on the jutting cock. Again and again she thrust it up her pussy, and with her other hand rubbed her clit till her whole groin shuddered and shook with a sensation she had never known.
It stiffened her spine. It traveled up and down her nervous system like a small earthquake. Her naked thighs rode apart and together like a pair of flesh-colored scissors.
Her small, soft pussy mound thrust again and again into the air, so the hungry hole underneath could get it all, could take all seven satisfying inches of fake cock up it.
She finished coming with one ear-splitting moan, and sank to the mattress, the fat dildo still penetrating her cunt, sticking up at a funny angle.
Suddenly she heard footsteps outside. Her door burst open.
"What's wrong?" came her father's voice. "Ohh ... "
May shuddered and looked up to see the tall figure of her father standing over her.
"Oh, Daddy," she crooned, praying that he wouldn't punish her.
"What's this?" he asked incredulously, pointing to the dildo wedged between her legs. He gently pulled it out of her hairy hole and held it dripping in the air. "You need this?" he asked.
CHAPTER TWO
"Yes!" May cried, squirming to sit up. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, don't hurt me! Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" she cried tearfully as she tried to pull her miniskirt down over her bare crotch, and clutched her sweater to her naked tits. "You shouldn't be in here. Why are you in here?"
"Why are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be embarrassed. I'm only your father." He passed his hand gently over her sweaty brow, feeling how active she must have been in the past half-hour. She'd been masturbating. She'd come of age. He was shocked. She'd been his little girl just yesterday.
He contemplated his pretty young daughter, half-clad, and looking like a frightened animal. "It's perfectly normal. Let me help you."
"Oh, no, Daddy, not you! That's wrong! That's not right!" She watched horrified as his fingers crept to her thighs that had snapped shut.
But an excitement such as she had never known swept over her, as his firm and knowing hand hovered Near her pussy.
She didn't budge, but watched his hand descend on her cunt. It felt so good as his warm touch closed over her. "Ohh, Daddy," she moaned. "Oh, my!"
She opened her thighs just slightly then, because his touch felt so good on her little cunt. She felt him finger her pussy lips, wet with the juices of her cunt.
Then he fingered the hole itself, first its soft portals, and then its sensitive inner linings. She gasped. Her father's touch was like the dildo itself. But better than the dildo, because it was human. And it seemed to know her sensitivities better than she herself did.
"Spread your thighs further, honey," he whispered. And while she did so, he went to the door to close it.
When he returned, her thighs were wide apart. Her little hairy cunt was exposed to his full view. "Oh, Daddy," she smiled, looking up at her father, whom she loved dearly.
"Yes, child?" he responded with his gentle, sexy smile. A tuft of blond hair fell over his kind face as he settled down on the edge of the bed and turned himself toward her.
One hand automatically lifted her clinging hand off her chest to reveal her budding breasts. "They're lovely," he said softly. "You shouldn't hide them. You shouldn't hide them from the eyes of your own father."
"Oh, but, Daddy," she protested, and then couldn't think of anything to say. She smiled up at him, longing secretly for him to go on, both afraid he would and afraid he wouldn't.
He did.
She wasn't sure if it was right, but she let him. Daddies know best, she thought. She wondered excitedly what he could teach her.
His expert fingers began kneading the buds of her little tits and the fingers of his other hand strummed her pussy lips. They twanged her clit, exciting her all over again. Her body became tense and high-strung.
That was the point at which he buried a finger deep in her pussy hole.
May closed her eyes and just enjoyed her Daddy's finger up her cunt. She felt his fingers close over her nipples and twist and tease them into tiny little erections. Her body melted under her Daddy's tender touch.
"Daddy," she cried softly as a second finger was inserted in her cunt. "Oh, Daddy, I can't believe this is happening. Are you sure it's all right?"
"Honey, just lie back and enjoy it. Nothing's wrong. What better way to learn all about the birds and the bees than from your old man? Just close your eyes and feel it. Just feel what's happening to you. Just think of what your Daddy, who used to hold you in his arms when you were just a baby, is doing to you now."
May sighed and smiled happily. She trusted her daddy. She believed in him. A few more reservations evaporated, as she relaxed and felt the two thick male fingers penetrate to the portals of her womb. She actually felt him touch her cervix, although she didn't know then that that was what it was called.
Then he twisted his fingers in such a fashion that her cunt walls were highly stimulated. Her hands clutched his as she held on for dear life, anticipating another orgasm directly. Suddenly he pulled his stiff fingers out of her cunt and let her fall back a pace or two on her journey to bliss. Then he continued.
"Oh, Daddy!" she grinned. All the problems of her adolescent life fell away in that moment. She thought no more about her homework that she had yet to do that night. She thought no more about whether a boy was going to call her and ask her to the basketball dance. She thought no more about the little pimple that had appeared on her chin only that morning and caused her great embarrassment all day.
Now, in her father's arms, she didn't worry about any of those things. They seemed petty now. Unconsciously a great desire was being satisfied ... to know her father sexually.
He waited till she was ready to go on. He wanted to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible, in order to increase it, in order to give his young daughter a stupendously exciting orgasm.
He began again. "Take your miniskirt off," he suggested.
"Oh, you do it, Daddy, please?" she pleaded. She thought that would be more exciting.
He complied with his young daughter's wishes. He turned her deftly on her side and found the button and zipper. Skillfully, as if he had done it a hundred thousand times before, he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.
She sighed and let out her little tummy. Then he wiggled the skirt up over her titties, over her neck and over her head. She had to extend her arms straight up so he could pull the skirt over her little blond head. And when she did so, her tiny titties bobbed and her whole naked, slim body came into her father's view.
He could hardly contain his admiration for her. He was so proud of her. After all, she was his child. She was very lovely, very beautiful. She would make a wonder wife to a lucky man some day. And he, her father, was helping to initiate his young daughter into the one thing that would give her future husband the most pleasure: sex.
Roger felt himself very lucky indeed to be teaching her all about her wonderful little body. He would explore every square inch of it with her, if she let him. He would explore her with his hands, with his hot cock, with his mouth and tongue and lips even. He wanted to know her thoroughly. Very thoroughly.
He finished pulling the miniskirt off of her and flung it to the bottom of her bed. "My, darling, you look wonderful. Why didn't you tell me that all these new and wonderful things were happening to your body? I hardly noticed!"
May smiled tenderly. She couldn't wait till her father's hands were on her again. She couldn't wait till they were roaming all over her. She wanted him to pinch her nipples again, and to thrust his thick fingers up her pussy once more.
But he didn't do that ... exactly. Instead, his mouth went down to her breast, and he sucked on each sweet little thirteen-year-old tittie. May gasped and sighed deeply at the feel of her father's tongue pushing her nipples around, his teeth nipping each one and his lips sucking hard on them.
Her chest heaved as he descended the length of her body. Still fully dressed, he licked and ate his way down her sweet, narrow body. He licked over her belly, into her navel and out again, and down, down into the soft, sparse pussy hair.
May gasped again. She couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so good. But did people do such things? Should she stop him? She was about to protest another time, when all of a sudden, his hot, wet tongue landed smack on her clitoris.
She nearly fainted with the pleasure of it. She decided to wait a minute before lodging her protest. The delicate reamings and whippings of her Daddy's tongue were proving too much for her. He pushed her sensitive little clit back and forth, up and down, making it swell to its utmost.
Then he tongued on either side of her clitoris, still inside the sensitive linings of her pussy lips. She felt his tongue all over her pussy. She pressed her groin up into his face. She wanted more and more. There was no protesting now. There was no holding him back.
In that moment it seemed so right. Nothing could have felt more right than to have Roger's practiced tongue, stiff and moist, exploring all the crevices of her cunt.
He began pushing his tongue muscle in and out of her pussy hole. He readjusted his position to do so. Now he was lying between her legs, and every once in a while he would look up to see his lovely sexy little daughter, her sweet face, closed eyes, open moaning mouth, and tiny tits. Then he wanted nothing more but to make her twist and moan and writhe with the expert manipulations of his experienced tongue on her hot, wet little pussy.
There was nothing he wanted to do more than to satisfy his little adolescent daughter. He wondered what his wife would think if she saw them together like this. The thought startled him. Then he dismissed it from his mind. She wouldn't find out. That was simple enough! There was no way on earth Dorothy would ever find out ... unless one of them told her. And neither would. Why spoil a nice father-daughter relationship?
Roger finger-fucked his little daughter while he looked at her. Then he went back to eating out her sweet, edible pussy. It was truly the sweetest pussy he had ever eaten. Also, probably, the youngest.
She had lean, young meat on her. And her skin was so soft! It was a pleasure to taste the sweet, ripe cunt flesh that May had between her legs.
He sucked long and loud. The fantastic sucking noises he was making with his mouth woke May up for a moment, out of her deep reverie of pleasure.
She looked down at her father with his face buried in her cunt and smiled. She'd never seen him in such a compromising position before. Did he eat her mother's pussy like that? The thought of her father eating her mother's cunt hole and making Mom all excited turned May on.
She had this sudden image of both of them in bed with her father, and then quickly repressed the thought. It was a shocking thought. But boy, oh boy, would she love to watch her parents in action!
Right now, just the fact of her father being in bed with her was all May needed to get her very, very excited. Her father continued to stimulate her pussy with his sharp, pleasurable tongue. It pistoned in and out of her hole like a sewing machine needle, keeping May in ecstasy. She giggled and moaned almost nonstop now. She couldn't get away from that teasing tongue. Nor did she want to.
Her father's hands lay gently on either thigh, pinching and squeezing the soft inner thigh flesh, but mainly just keeping the thighs apart, so her forward pelvic thrust would expose her tender pussy flesh to his view and to his roving tongue.
"Mmmmmm," groaned little blond May as her daddy's tongue swept all over her hot twat. She wrapped her little legs around his head and held him close to her. The tighter she held him in 'the vise-like grip of her thighs, the more acute and sensuous was the pressure of his tongue and lips on her cunt.
Slurp! Slurp! went her daddy's mouth and lips, lick! Lick! went his hot tongue over her. It swept down one thigh and up the other. Then it licked its way back, hovering over her hole again. The tongue thrust up her cunt again, dove straight down her hole and licked and licked and tasted of all the sweet juices that squeezed from her cunt walls.
"Mmmmm, you taste good, darling," Roger was saying as he tasted the sweet saltiness of her cunt juice.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, your hot tongue feels so good on my little pussy! Oh, Daddy, make me feel real good and hot!" begged May, hardly recognizing the plaintive urgings of her own voice.
Her daddy answered with more fervent reamings of her cunt, this time guaranteed to bring her all the way to her climax. She began moaning in earnest now, giving his stiff tongue tight squeezes and thrusting her pelvis up again and again, getting the fullest, maximum pleasure from her father's sucking.
"Ohhhhh, oh, that feels so good," she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, keep eating me, oh, please, oh make me come!"
Already she was feeling her temperature rising. Her cunt was hot and itchy. And she wanted more and more. She couldn't stop herself. She was floating now. Her daddy's tongue and hot, wet, sucking lips were pushing her over the pinnacle now.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" May heard herself moan, but already she was in another world. She was writhing in sheer, unadulterated pleasure now as her father's wet tongue and lips were scratching her itch, were sucking her to heaven and back, were eating her all the way home.
May grasped her daddy's blond head and pressed it into her groin, clawing his scalp and humping herself against his face, dripping with saliva and the musky juices of her cunt.
Roger held on, eating her and sucking her till she was finished writhing and moaning, till he was sure she had come.
"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, that was terrific, oh, that was wonderful, oh, honey Daddy, that was so nice, Daddy, darling, how could you do this to me, bring me such nice sweet pleasures! Oh, I'll never be the same!"
Roger held his daughter tight, his arms around her asscheeks, around her slim, white thighs, his head pillowed on her soft muff. He lay there panting, out of breath from having given his daughter her first head.
At least he thought it was her first.
He hoped it had been her first. And he hoped it wouldn't be his last.
Roger looked at his watch. Four-thirty. His wife wouldn't be home for another forty-five minutes yet. There was still time. He wanted to take his daughter's cherry. If she still had it, that is.
He wondered if she would let him.
He got up then and stood beside his daughter's bed. He began stripping all his clothes off. May started gulping and sighing when she opened her eyes at last from her post-come stupor and saw what he was doing.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I'm afraid," she said plaintively. She eyed him as his naked, hairy, muscular, adult male body began to appear. It would be the first completely naked man she'd ever seen.
He'd stripped down to his shorts now. May watched with fascination the big bulge between his legs. She had always been aware, from the time she was a very little girl, of the mound he had there. But never had she seen it swollen like this before! She wondered if he had the same thing there that her brother Ralphie had.
Well, of course he would, she chided herself. They were both men! Then she began wondering how their cocks were alike and how they were different.
She reached out to squeeze her father's thick, muscled thigh just then. He had such a nice body. He had such a nice build. Then her eyes grew wide as he slipped his shorts down over his basket.
When they were clear of his groin, she watched his thick cock jump up into a fine, seven-inch erection. Her father had won in inches. He was longer than Ralphie. She longed to measure it around with her thumb and forefinger. Then she could tell who for sure was thicker. They both seemed fairly thick. But she had a feeling that her brother had the edge on that score.
May began shaking as her father stepped out of his shorts and was completely nude now. He stood before her, a giant of a man. He wasn't really as big as he appeared to her, but after all, she was just a little girl, just his little daughter, and seemed very, very large to her.
After all, it was going to be her first time. "No, no," she began to protest as he got into bed beside her.
"This is just a kid's bed," he protested. "How do you expect an old man like me to fit in here with you?"
She giggled and it broke the ice. All of a sudden she was putty in his arms. He pressed his hard, hairy body next to her fragile, tender young one. She felt his cock poke her side.
Suddenly she had the great desire to touch his cock, just as she had so much wanted to touch her brother Ralphie's.
"May I?" she said, reaching out.
"Of course!" boomed her father. "You don't have to ask permission to touch my cock!" He rolled over on his back, so his jutting cock shot straight up in the air, casting a mushroom-shaped shadow over his groin.
"Yum, yum," said May, licking her lips. She longed to take the great big all-day sucker into her mouth and lick and lick and lick it until her appetite for hot cock was satisfied. But she didn't dare just yet. She was afraid.
First she wanted to touch it all over. She wanted to make further explorations on his cock than she had made on her brother's. She wanted to go deeper into virgin territory. How lucky she was to have a father like him, who cared deeply for her sexual education, who cared to such an extent that he would actually show her everything, how to do it, and give her plenty of pleasure besides.
She took his cock now like she was shaking his hand, grabbing it in her hot little fist and letting it slide out again.
She took it again and again in her hand, letting it slide out each time. Then May took her father's cock in her hand once more and began jacking it, as she had watched her brother do. The fascinated attention she had riveted on Ralphie's erect cock now paid off. She would be able to bring her father off.
She cleverly placed her thumb and forefinger over the cockhead, just as she had seen Ralphie do. Then she whipped the circle of her thumb and forefinger over and over her father's magnificent cockhead. She felt the preseminal fluid ooze out of his pee hole and she glossed it all over the glistening, red cockhead, just as she'd seen Ralphie do. She was proud to show her father what she knew, proud to demonstrate the tricks of the trade that she had picked up with so little instruction.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh," her father moaned with every sweet stroke of her hand on his thick, throbbing cockhead.
May whipped her hand up and down his cock with her expert stroking. Up, down, up, down went her small hand over the thick muscle jutting from her father's groin.
"Oh, sweetie, honey, where did you learn to do that? Oh, it's so nice. Your hand feels so good on my hot cock!"
She didn't dare reveal the source of what little carnal knowledge she possessed. She had a funny feeling that her father would not approve.
She ran a finger over the prominent, pulsating vein that ran in a ridge along her father's cock. She longed to take the thick dick into her eager mouth, between her hungry lips, but she was afraid to.
Did girls do such things? She didn't know, so she continued to jack it off. That much, she knew how to do. She jacked the cock hard. She dipped her hand down to his balls, and cupped them. She noticed that her father's balls were not quite as firm as her brother's, and saw that one hung a little lower than the other.
Still they were nice to touch. They were nice to feel. They were nice to roll around in the palm of her hand.
She felt so tiny pressed shoulder to shoulder against her father.
She felt truly feminine alongside her daddy. Before she'd felt just like his little girl. Now she was about to become his lover! The thought shook her.
Still, how nice it would be to mount that cock right now. She eyed his prick as it waved in the air under the pressure of her firm jacking.
But it would be even nicer, first, to take it between her lips and taste it all over. She licked her lips at the thought. It was unconscious, but he saw her do it.
"Sweetie," said her daddy, "wouldn't you like to taste my cock?"
"Oh, yes!" breathed May. "Oh, may I? Oh, it looks so delicious!"
"I'd love to have you suck on it. Go on!" He nudged her head with his hand in the direction of his cock.
She could hardly believe her ears. Then she worked her way down her father's body, over his fine, hairy chest, over his flat, trim belly, down to his hairy crotch, out of which his fabulous cock sprang.
Her mouth hovered over it for just an instant like a bird in flight, before coming down quickly to his bald cockhead, planting her lips juicily around it.
Ohhhh, she moaned to herself. It was such a fine feeling, this cock between her lips. She felt very erotic and sensuous as she let the cockhead slide easily between her lips and into her mouth.
"Suck!" said her father. And she sucked. She sucked on his delicate cockhead like it was a woman's tit. It felt so good between her lips that she kept passing the cockhead in and out of her mouth, just to savor its delicate flavor again and again and again.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned her father, feeling his dick penetrate the walls of his daughter's mouth. "Oh, that feels so good. Let it go all the way in now, honey, all the way in to your throat!"
May did as her father suggested. She let her favorite cockhead slip past her lips and into the cavernous hole of her mouth. Now nearly his whole seven-inch shaft was beyond the portals of her lips.
And she was practically gagging on his big cock. She didn't know how it all managed to get into her mouth at once, but it did. And she was managing like a trooper. All she kept doing, was to suck on it constantly. She nearly gagged once or twice, but her father taught her how to keep from gagging by taking the whole cockhead right down her throat and inhibiting her natural impulse to gag.
"It takes practice," he said between moans. "But you're managing quite fine. I'm proud to call you my daughter!"
May could barely manage a smile, so much hot cock was stuffed into her mouth. But she thought a smile! And she was only too happy to please her father, after all the fine instruction he had given her over the last hour.
She slurped and slobbered her saliva over his fine prick. She rolled her tongue over the instrument wedged into her mouth. She licked the length of his staff. Finally he mounted her face and fucked his daughter's mouth.
He straddled her shoulders and neck and thrust again and again between her lips, chocking her mouth full of his big, hot cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as he felt his hot wet tool getting thicker and stiffer within the confines of his daughter's oral cavity.
"Nghnghngh," grunted May, sucking for all her might on the stiff cock. She made wet sucking noises as her daddy's prick passed in and out of her saliva-filled mouth.
"Oh, eat me, eat me," her Daddy was crooning as he rode back and forth, seesawing on his knees, passing his thick prick in and out of her face.
May was only too eager to please her Daddy. She felt his hot, muscled thighs enclose her chest. She could hardly breathe for all the sweaty male body crammed inside her mouth and wrapped around her body.
But she loved it. Especially when she felt his dick get rock hard in her mouth. She knew that he was ready to spurt his juices any moment now.
She waited with bated breath for him to cream in her mouth. She had a terrible urge to yank the prick out just in time. But he kept pumping away inside her mouth, so she held on.
Finally she felt the first oozings of prick fluid escape his pee slit. Then there was a big gush, more than she could swallow at one time.
"Nghnghnghngh," she heard her father grunt as he emptied his balls of their heavy load. "Milk me dry, hon, milk me dry! Squeeze it all out! Suck it out!"
May sucked hard, sucking all the jism into her mouth that she could store there at one time. The semen had a peculiarly clean, antiseptic taste. She liked it. She liked the taste. She'd never tasted anything like it before.
"Where should I spit it out?" inquired May, looking around for a handkerchief, a pillowcase, anything to spit the man-cream into.
"Why not swallow it?" suggested her father. "It's very nourishing, you know."
May didn't know. She didn't particularly relish the idea of swallowing semen, her father's or any other man's. The reason was that, frankly, it had never occurred to her before.
Well, why not? she asked herself.
With one big gulp, she took the first load down. Then another gulp, and another.
She licked her lips, feeling and tasting her father's creamy come all over her taste buds, all down her throat. The taste, the male flavor, was a curious one. It was a taste she would not soon forget.
She licked and swallowed, and licked and swallowed again. Her father patted her head then and rolled off her.
He lay down beside his darling daughter and looked at his watch again. It was nearing five. There wasn't much more time. He still had fresh ground to break. He wanted to take his daughter's cherry from her before supper!
He felt little May's arm around his own. "How do you like your darling papa in bed, sweetie?" he asked.
"Oh, you're very nice, Daddy," answered May affectionately. "I just saw a whole other side of you, you know? A side that usually only Mom sees."
Her face was a rosy, healthy red. Her eyes glowed. Absentmindedly, she fingered her twat, so fresh from its recent licking. She felt good ... satisfied ... except for one thing.
She eyed her father's wilted cock. She regretted not waiting, so she could have had the real McCoy up her needy hole.
Now she didn't know what to do. She wanted to make her father's soft prick hard again.
Could she do that? Could HE do that again? Would it get hard again? She was too inexperienced to know all the answers already.
She thought it wouldn't hurt to try. She reached over and took his dick once more into her hand.
Her father Roger was grateful. Already, he had been thinking the same thing, but he did not know if she could make it happen again.
It would prove her mettle as a woman, if she could. May jacked his cock ardently.
Already it was standing halfway up. When he began fingering his daughter's twat, she jacked all the harder. Now she knew getting his stiff cock inside her was not only a possibility, it was a probability.
It lent her inspiration, this knowledge. She grabbed his cock and whacked harder. It was soon all the way up. She whacked some more. It got as stiff as a board again.
Her father was breathing heavily, not only because he was erect again, but because this was a momentous occasion, the deflowering of his only daughter. And by none other than the best man he could think of to take her cherry, namely, himself! Her old man! What other man would treat her as kindly? What other man would have her own well-being at heart? What other man would give her such full consideration in this, her very first Sex act?
No other man, that was who!
He wet his fingers and carried the saliva down between her legs, aiding her own natural lubrication in preparation for his entry.
She jacked him harder now, feeling her twat become hungry, in response to his manual maneuverings.
She wanted her Daddy to penetrate her instantly. She wanted to feel that big cock of his inside her. She wanted her deflowering to occur in the next few seconds.
It did. Responding to her secret wish, her Daddy mounted her, jockeying for position. May looked up at him and gasped.
She frightened, yet eager, for the penetration to occur.
She felt his cock knock at the portals of her cunt. She inhaled sharply. He pushed and pushed. His cockhead entered her.
"Ohhh!" she laughed, gleeful that she was going to be devirginized at last.
She hoped he would go slow. She did not want her daddy to hurt her. But he had never hurt her.
So why should he hurt her now on this all-important occasion?
"Honey, I'm going to put it all the way in now. It may hurt a little. Are you ready?"
She nodded. She wanted to remember everything, down to the last detail. The way her father was huffing and puffing, holding himself aloft over her. The way she felt, all excited and eager ... even the way the bedclothes were flung over the bottom of the mattress. She'd put it all in her diary later.
Ow! It hurt like hell when her father pushed and pushed against the cuntal walls. "There's no maidenhead, honey," explained her father, "but my cock's pretty big. Long and thick, you know? Bigger than my tongue and bigger than my fingers. So it'll take a little doing. Just be patient."
He pressed and pressed. Finally he pulled away, to apply some saliva to her cunt hole. He took her own spittle and passed it all over his cock. Together, their genitals were pretty well lubricated.
"Now I think we're ready to roll," said her father. "Let's pull together now. Figuratively speaking! You push!"
The lubrication helped. Slowly the friction of his cock against her pussy walls brought forth her own lubrication. And slowly, slowly, he slipped on through. At last he was all the way into her.
She gasped with pleasure. What a strange and wonderful feeling! His cock inside her felt like a slippery eel. He pulled it out and pressed it slowly back into her. It was easier this time.
"Thrust your hips up to meet my thrusts," her father advised.
She did that, and it was easier. In fact, he could go even further up her then. He could get his long, fat cock all the way up to her cervix.
"Oh, Daddy, your sweet hot cock feels so good inside me. Oh, do it some more, Daddy!"
May was eager to be fucked good and proper by her father. And her father was most eager to administer to his daughter a good hard fucking.
"Tell me to fuck you, May," said her daddy, looking down at her as he balanced his entire heavy weight on his hands, ready to thrust in and out of her again.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" chirped his sweet, blond daughter under him, the one he had helped create barely thirteen years before.
He had a terrible thought just then but repressed it from his mind. No, he decided, it couldn't happen. He wouldn't let the possibility ruin his pleasure. She was too young to bear a child.
"I'll be glad to fuck you, sweetheart," he crooned. She was a great lay, just like her mother. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in youth and beauty.
He pressed his smoldering cock in and out of his sweet daughter's cunt. He pressed in and out of her hungry, wet twat again and again. To his every thrust, she gave a skillful counter thrust. Their groins slapped together sweatily. Her bed rocked.
"Oh, more, Daddy, do it more, please, more, Daddy!"
Her daddy's response was to send his thick, hard meat up between her spread thighs repeatedly. He wanted to bring great pleasure, great satisfaction to his young sensuous daughter.
Her eyes were closed now. She was just feeling. The incredible sensations made her head reel. Their bodies plunged together and fell apart again and again.
All that could be heard in the room was the sound of flesh slapping and the bed moving an inch or so across the floor with every fucking motion.
He hovered over her, his large muscled body almost concealing her own slight feminine one. He kissed her and she smelled and tasted his heavy male odor of tobacco and sweat.
He tongued her, pressing his tongue muscle between her lips, rolling it around and around. His tongue was long and thick and filled her mouth nearly as much as his cock was filling her pussy.
She sucked on his tongue while her cunt muscles sucked in his prick.
She was filled to capacity with his male muscles, and May wouldn't have had it any other way.
She gave thanks for her daddy and his expert first lesson, for his open-mindedness. Especially she gave thanks that nature had endowed him with such a healthy-sized cock and an erection that could last and last.
He pumped and pumped, and May felt her erotic temperature rising and rising. She knew she would come any minute. She knew her daddy would fill her with his hot come soon.
Meanwhile, she humped herself on his dick. She heaved her groin up and down, up and down, feeling his full length of cock inside her.
The shaft of his cock grazed her clit again and again and again. Her little erect clit began screaming for joy and passion.
"Ohhhhhh!" May began moaning.
Their fucking bodies rocked the bed and set up a terrible clatter that might have been heard all over the house.
Roger's balls were boiling. He would come in a few seconds. They fucked more.
Finally he came, feeling his jism burst out and empty into his daughter. Together they shook the bed till they exhausted themselves. Father and daughter were satiated. They stretched and yawned on the bed, weary and satisfied.
"Oh, that was wonderful," said Roger, passing his hand over his daughter's delicate curves. He wanted to have her again, and soon.
"Thanks, Dad," said May. She was tired but happy. Her whole female being was filled with satiation and gratitude. She was a young teenage girl with several prospective fucking partners in her own household. She was lucky she didn't have far to look. Other girls did.
May's naked body, pressed sensuously against her father's, jumped suddenly when Mrs. Thompson's voice called from downstairs.
"Children, children, what are you doing? Supper will be very soon. Finish your homework and come down. Any idea where your father it?"
"No, Mom!" yelled May, trying not to laugh. "He was here earlier. He came and went off, I guess you could say."
"What?" yelled Dorothy Thompson. "That's strange." Her footsteps began coming up the stairway.
Father and daughter gasped. There was no lock on the door. Roger sprang out of bed and began throwing his clothes on. May huddled under the covers.
May's daddy had just finished dressing when the door swung open and May's mother entered and stopped, a strange look creeping over her face. All the blood appeared to drain from it.
"What are you doing in here?" she demanded of her husband. "Didn't you hear me ask for you?" Her voice was laced with bitterness. She reached for the bedspread and flung it aside.
May lay underneath, naked as a baby.
CHAPTER THREE
"What have you been doing?" demanded May's mother, as if she didn't know.
Roger tried to explain to his wife, but he could only stutter in embarrassment. "Honey, uh, I c-can explain, you see, uh ... "
"Never mind, Roger, Child, put your clothes on and come downstairs, I want to talk to you. You, Roger, get out of here. I'll have words with you later."
Roger was an easy-going man. When his wife was on the warpath, he retreated. This incident, was going to be particularly touchy, he could tell, and he left quickly.
Alone with May, Dorothy tossed her brown head, and stomped her foot. May observed her mother's anger. She would duck, if necessary.
It was a horrible thing she had done. It was a terribly sinful thing. May knew that.
But the girl also felt so good, so at peace with her body, that deep in her gut, in her bones, she did not regret it. She felt it wasn't bad. She felt it was okay. It was okay to fuck her father.
"May, May," her mother was saying. "What am I going to do with you?" She sank to the bed, her head in her hands, and wept.
"Mom, Mom, don't cry," said May. Why should something that felt so good upset her mother so? She put her hand out and tried to pat her mother's shoulder to comfort her. But Dorothy just kept shaking her head, hopelessly.
"If you did-" her mother began. "I-I'm afraid to ask you if-"
May was quiet. She quickly fabricated a response. "If what, Mother?" she asked innocently, staring directly at Dorothy with her clear blue childlike eyes.
"If you and your father were-oh, I can't ask!" Her mother quickly got up. "I've tried to raise you right, May. I've really tried. But things are different nowadays. Society is against me. And having Roger for a husband doesn't help any."
May looked at her mother incredulously. "What are you talking about?"
"Your father is a very sexy man, May. S-E-X-Y! Maybe over-S-E-X-E-D. But I never thought he'd stoop to-May, he's been chasing after other women for years! And I always looked the other way. But with you, I mean, I can't look the other way!" She threw up her hands helplessly. "He's crazy."
"He's not crazy," May defended her father. "And I don't know what you're talking about. He was only ... helping me with my homework."
"What homework? Sex education homework? I rather think you were playing doctor and nurse."
"He's not crazy," was all May could think of to say. She hugged the covers to her and studied the outline of her toes underneath it. "I don't know what you're thinking, Mom, but it's not nice." She got up then and pulled the bedspread off the bed, wrapped it around her shoulders, and marched off to the bathroom in her cape, leaving her mother standing in dismay behind the open bedroom door.
Once inside the bathroom, May locked the door and collapsed against it. She couldn't have held out much longer. She couldn't believe what she'd been through in her family the last several days.
First watching her brother whack his dick off. Next having her old man surprise her as she masturbated, and then deflower her, and finally allowing her mother to discover them. It was terrible and wonderful, all at the same time.
She ran a hot, steamy bath and poured in a capful of bath oil, and another capful of bubble bath. She dropped the bedspread to the bathroom floor, and stepped gingerly into the tub.
As she felt the hot water rise over her belly, back and shoulders, her problem with her mother seeped away and she remembered only the acute pleasure her father had shown her less than an hour before.
She passed her hand over her body that had been a little girl's and was now a woman's. She fingered her little tits that she hoped one day would match her mother's big ones.
And like her father had done, she pinched and kneaded the nipples till they became very erect.
She took the bar of Ivory soap and prodded it into her newly devirginized cunt. She soaped it good, watching her little hairy crotch disappear under the lather.
"Hurry up in there!" May heard her mother call as she emerged from the bedroom and started down the stairs. "Supper's waiting."
May thumbed her nose at the receding footsteps and smiled at the trembly feelings that were beginning to overtake her again.
She'd discovered a new tool, a new game. It was the sensational game of sex. She would enjoy it as often as she could. Her body was primed for it now. She foresaw only pleasure ahead in her adolescent years ... incredible erotic pleasure.
As she pinched and squeezed her nipple, she ran the bar of soap in and out of her twat. Only when it began to sting did she remove the soap and rub her pussy with her hand. The lather made an excellent lubricant.
"Ohhhhh," she started to moan in low tones.
She threw her head back as the erotic sensations began passing over her. She was careful not to submerge her head, though the water played around her lips and lapped high up on her neck.
The bubbles and oil gave off a sensuous perfume, titillating her nostrils with their odor. She rubbed and rubbed her pussy, quickly inserting a finger and pulling it out again. She finger-fucked her pussy.
She rubbed hard over her clit, making the tiny projectile into a knobby little mound. Oh, it felt so good to rub her clitoris, and then to jut two fingers up into her cunt hole.
Rub! Thrust! Rub! Thrust! It made little May feel so good! Forgotten was her school work and forgotten was her tiff with her mother. All she could think about was giving her body a charge ... making it go off like it had done before with Daddy.
Now she thought of him. She employed whatever erotic memories she had of her daddy in bed with her. It helped so much, these fantasies, to get her to relax even more and let her enjoy all the sensuous tinglings her body could reward her with.
She worked hard to arouse her body. She rubbed as hard as she could. She pinched her little boobies and rubbed them all over. She tickled her underarms and the fine threads of blond hair lodged under them. She passed her hand over her fine, flat belly and rubbed her little belly button.
Her small, delicate hands passed over her thighs, slim and lovely. She tickled her sensitive inner thigh flesh. She reached down and patted her soles, tickling them too. She tickled and rubbed every part of her that she thought arousable. She wanted to experiment and find every sensitive part of her pretty little body.
She found her asshole by wedging her hand far down between her legs. She knew it was the hole behind her cunt hole! And she knew it was very sensitive. She fingered the hole, wondering if she would get all shitty if she pressed her finger inside her anus.
She decided she would try. She thrust her middle finger in, and moaned delightedly. Oh, it hurt a teeny, tiny bit, but not for long. The pain was soon overwhelmed by incredible pleasure.
May pressed her finger into her asshole as far as it would go. She finger-fucked her rectum, setting up exciting waves of pleasure in her ass.
It was almost more exciting feeling her asshole than it was her cunt hole. She thrust and thrust, panting more and more. Her moans were getting louder and louder.
Then she took another finger and inserted it into her pussy hole. She found that by finger-fucking both her holes at once, she could arouse herself to twice the degree that she could by finger-fucking only one of the holes.
Then she moved another finger to her magic clit button. Now, by working all three of her sensitive spot, she could do wonders.
In no time, her whole groin was ablaze with the itches and burnings of an imminent orgasm. She sighed with pleasure. She moaned in gratitude. She was grateful that she was learning the mechanics of her body so that she could bring to it such lovely pleasure.
She rubbed and rubbed, pressing her back and head against the far end of the bathtub, bracing her knees and heels against the sides, and thrusting her torso off the bottom of the porcelain tub, and up and onto her probing fingers.
She humped herself deliciously against her fingers and hand, humped herself right through a rising tide of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHHH! Ooooooh!" The siren of her screams was testimony to the pleasure of her body. Her moans and groans echoed against the narrow bathroom walls.
Someone came running along the upstairs hallway. Then there was a sharp rap at the door. "May, May, is that you?" It was her brother Ralphie's voice.
"What, Ralphie, what is it?" At first she was annoyed at the interruption. Then she decided it might prove a pleasant prospect after all.
"What are you doing in there, Sis?" She heard him stifle a guffaw.
"Nothing that would interest you, Ralphie," May snickered. She slapped the water and made waves against the shores of her little lake. She waited, feeling a surge of excitement rise up her spine.
"I'm not so sure about that, May." He lowered his voice. "Are you making love to yourself, Sis?" She heard his breath come in short gasps. His voice seemed to be coming right through the keyhole.
"Ralphie, are you spying on me?" Her voice was sharp. Then she found the idea of a voyeur outside her keyhole most charming, and arousing.
Especially if the peeping Tom were her own brother.
"Naw, Sis, I ain't spying." He was silent, but she could still hear him outside the door. "Hey, do that again ... for me, for your own big brother this time."
"Do what, Ralphie?" Her voice was coy and sexy. She knew very well what he wanted her to do. "But you can't see very well from there, can you, Ralphie?" She was teasing him now.
"Oh, I can see plenty," said her brother with enthusiasm.
"What can you see, Ralphie?" said May in a pretty, sing-song voice.
"I can see you sittin' in the bathtub. Bare, naked skin. Sis, I never knew you looked so purty!"
"How purty, brother?" drawled May playfully. The exchange was turning her on all over again. And her imagination was growing by leaps and bounds. If she'd done it with her father, why couldn't she do it with her brother? It might be a come-down, technique-wise, but what a turn-on! She thought her brother was real cute. It would be great to make it with him. And she might be able to teach him a thing or two!
"Awful purty, Sis," said Ralphie. "Tweak your tittie like that again for me, please!"
She pulled on her little nipple and rubbed it around in the palm of her hand. She flexed her knees in the water, bracing her heels against the tub's bottom. While she pinched and squeezed her nipple with one hand, she opened her thighs and began fingering her pussy with the other.
"Like that, Ralphie?" she purred, sticking her tongue out between her lips and waving it in the direction of the keyhole. She wondered if her brother's hand was buried in his crotch. She wondered if his fly was open. She wondered if he was getting off, watching his sister jerk off in the bathtub.
The thought fascinated her. She slowly raised her finger to her mouth, inserted it between her lips, and sucked on it. She pretended it was a cock, not just any cock, but her brother's cock. She pretended she was sucking hard on his hard cock. She pretended her tongue was roving wetly all over it.
Meanwhile, she jabbed erotically into her hairy pussy hole. The idea of her brother's eye fastened excitedly to the keyhole turned her on even more. Her limbs thrashed in the water.
"Whad'ya see now, Ralphie?" Her finger went from her wet mouth to her tittie, rubbing and arousing it and making the nipple very erect. Then her hand transferred to the other breast, and she produced another taut little nipple there.
"Mmmmm, Sis, that looks real sexy!" came her brother's panting voice. Then May heard nothing but quickly drawn breaths and long, drawn-out sighs outside the door.
"Oh, Ralphie, you sound like you're really getting off on my masturbating. Are you, Ralphie, baby, are you?"
"Oh, Sis, you look and sound so sexy. Wow! I've always thought about you when I've whacked off in bed. And I've even dreamed about you, Sis, and woken up to find the bed all wet. But, you know," he whispered through the crack in the door, "you know, you look even sexier than I'd imagined. Wow! Those little tits! Hey, Sis, I gotta request!"
"Yeah, Ralphie, what's that?" she panted, whacking hard at her clit and cunt now.
"Stand up! Hey, stand up in the bathtub, so I can see why my sis looks like all bare-assed naked. Pretty please, baby Sis?"
"Oh, but Ralphie, you'll interrupt the progress I've made. Whew! See? I got myself all aroused now." It was true. May was panting heavily and just about to come.
"Oh, but I wanta see you come. Can you do it standing up in the bathtub?" Ralphie's voice was urgent.
"Oh, Ralphie!" she wailed, thrusting two fingers up her pussy and whipping her clit. "Just wait a minute." She whacked some more, but the idea of standing up naked so her brother could see her maturing figure for the first time in his life was too much for her.
She wanted him to see her. She really wanted that. So she pulled her feet up till they were nearly under her, and grasped the sides of the tub.
Then she pulled herself up, her slim, glistening body pouring off the water in little rivulets. She felt self-conscious. She steadied herself on the towel bar.
"Well, Ralphie, do you like what you see?" May cocked her pretty blond head to one side, and placed one hand on her hair, crooking her elbow and feigning a mock pin-up shot. Her other hand grasped her thigh.
His answer was a sharp, loud wolf whistle, shrill and piercing through the keyhole.
"Shhh, Ralphie, Mom's gonna hear." May giggled to think that her mother might catch her with her brother, on the same day she'd caught her with her father! It would make her mother a total wreck, and give her enough ammunition to send May off to the state girls' school, or to a home for wayward women.
Wayward May! The pretty, young blond had to laugh. If you've got it, flaunt it! she told herself. She laughed gaily and showed her pretty white teeth to her handsome brother. Of course, he'd seen her smile many times before. He wasn't interested in her smile now. He was interested in what lay south of the smile.
"So what?" her brother was saying. "So what if she DOES hear?" Ralphie continued panting and whacking outside the upstairs bathroom door. Downstairs he could hear the clatter of pans in the kitchen.
"Welllll," drawled May. "I don't think she'd like it too well, do you?" May began licking her lips all over, wetting them seductively in front of her brother, whom she couldn't see, but whose presence she was intensely aware of.
Then her hand descended slowly, temptingly, down her lean body to her right thigh. She rubbed her thigh, and bumped and ground on the axis of one hip.
"Oooooh, wow, Sis! That looks terrific! Where'd you learn to do that? Hey, is that what they teach you in sex education?"
May threw back her head and laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. Her little tits bobbed up and down.
"Yeah! Yeah, yeah!" she responded. Then she wet her fingers again and looked down at her nipples, watching herself pinch and pull on them, rubbing and pressuring them into perky little erect buds.
She felt her sensitive nipples and closed her eyes, moaning.
"Oh, Sis, you look so sexy doing that. Can I take a picture?"
May giggled and opened her eyes. "Through the keyhole?" she said.
"Surrrrre," he drawled out, the word ending in a low groan in his throat.
May wanted to give him the best show ever. So the hand that had been resting lightly on her thigh moved over to her little mound of Venus. She heard a corresponding gasp of interest and curiosity outside, and smiled to herself. She concentrated all her efforts on what she was doing.
Her finger went right down into her little cuntal slit and pressed the lips apart. May moaned. She see-sawed her finger back and forth between them, dipping her finger further and further inside.
"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, sawing faster now, finding the clit and rubbing ferociously right over it, back and forth. "Oh, man, oh, God, does it feel good!"
She spread her stance in the tub, pushing her feet and ankles straight out as far as the sides of the tub would allow.
She pressed her groin forward, and snapped it skillfully up and down, as her father had taught her to do.
Every snap of her pelvis brought a corresponding whistle or moan of appreciation from her brother. May feared her mother would come running, his noises were getting so loud. And he was making the strangest guttural sounds in his throat. Like some wild animal searching for prey.
Then May leaned down further, to jut her forefinger straight up her pussy hole. "Nghngh!" she gasped, feeling the tremendous stimulation it gave her pussy.
The water splashed and she nearly tripped, catching herself in time. She continued moaning and jutting her finger in and out of her wet and juicy pussy hole. "Oh, man, ohhhh, that feels so good!" she exclaimed, amazed at how skillful she was in bringing herself off, and thinking herself terribly kind to give Ralphie such a good show.
Well, that was the least she could do. After all, he was the one who had begun the process of initiating her into the sexual rites. He'd let her watch him whack his cock off in her bedroom. He'd gotten her a dildo. And that led to her father fucking her.
The memory of that incident, just an hour or so ago, excited her again, and she rubbed her cunt in earnest now, making delightful friction against her clitoris. She repeatedly stabbed one finger, two fingers, three fingers, into her hidden pussy hole.
"Oh, Sis, oh, that looks just fine!"
But May was too close to coming, too far gone, to hear. She whacked and pinched and rubbed and sucked, her fingers and hands flying in all directions over the erotic points on her body, over her cunt, and over her tits and lips.
Now she had fingers in both pairs of lips. She was sucking on one finger, and another finger was jabbing rapidly, rhythmically, in and out of her pussy.
She was working herself up to a frenzy now, rocking back and forth, feeling the overpowering spasms take over. But she didn't stop there. She kept on rubbing and thrusting, all the way through the powerful squeezes of her cunt walls which oozed their sweet juices.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhh, Ralphie, ohhhh, it feels so good! Oh, watch me, see me come, see your sister come!" May was rocking and moaning from her awkward standing position, oblivious to everything but her intense sexual pleasure.
As her passion boiled over, her liquids dripped from her pussy and made little splashes in the bath water.
"Oh, Sis, you look just beautiful!" moaned Ralphie.
May couldn't see him, but she knew he was jacking himself into a corresponding frenzy. From there, it was only one step into the same bed. May wondered, in her post-orgasmic haze, when it would happen. It couldn't happen soon enough, as far as she was concerned.
May didn't know how the next thing happened, but it did. Maybe it was because both she and Ralphie were so involved in their own pleasure. Maybe it was because they were concentrating so intensely on the sexual happenings inside and outside the bathroom door.
But right when Ralphie sounded like he was at his peak, judging from the high pitch of his moans and groans, May heard a loud slap, the dragging of a body across the floor, and her mother's voice ringing out: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PLAYING WITH YOURSELF BY THE BATHROOM KEYHOLE? IS MY HOME TURNING INTO A WHOREHOUSE?"
May clapped one hand over her mouth, and the other hand over her pussy, should her mother decide to take a quick peak through the keyhole herself. Then the little girl plunged down into the water, immersing herself quickly in the suds.
She wished she could bury her head in them too. She wanted to be invisible.
"Mom, Mom, I wasn't doin' nothin'," came Ralphie's voice, getting softer and softer, and further and further away.
Poor Ralphie! thought May. She was safe in the bathtub, while her dear fourteen-year-old brother was getting the whipping of his life.
May couldn't remember when her mother had been so vicious. May snickered. Well, Mom had never encountered her kids in such compromising positions!
The voices of her mother and Ralphie sounded loud and sharp in mutual recriminations. Then a door slammed. They were in Ralphie's room now, thought May.
Their voices got lower. May breathed more easily. It was nearly over. She was glad about that. Her mother frightened her when she was angry. Heads always flew, and May didn't want one of them to be hers.
Then there was dead silence, and May settled back to enjoy her bath.
CHAPTER FOUR
May washed herself good between her legs, soaping away all the juices of her little cunt.
She stepped gingerly out of the tub. She toweled herself dry in front of the full-length mirror. Clean and fresh, she grinned at herself. She was happy and free. She had no inhibitions.
She wrapped the towel around her, selected another towel and wrapped it around her head, turban style.
Then she unlocked the bathroom door, and tiptoes down the hallway, making little wet spots all the way.
As she passed her brother's room, she heard strange pantings and moanings. May laughed and shook her head. Was he playing with it again?! That boy never got enough!
But it was another sound that caught May's ear and jolted her. It was the gentle, high moan of a woman.
Mother! Mother? Oh, my God, thought May. Oh, no. Not Mom in bed with Ralphie!
She ran into her room and closed the door silently. She wept against the door. What should she do? It was so horrible! The thought of it! Oh, the family was falling apart!
She was going to have to tell somebody. She would have to tell someone her secret, her terrible secret. Daddy! She would tell Daddy!
After all, Mom had balled him out that afternoon, for the very same thing! So there! They'd get back at her.
And besides, what her mom was doing was much more terrible than what May and her father had done. After all, thought May, she was their Mother! She should set an example for the rest of the family.
Family! sneered May. Phew! What family? Their family was falling apart.
May cried out all her tears and wiped her eyes on the towel. Then she removed the towel and began dressing. Would Daddy fall over when he heard what she had to tell him!
And supper! What would happen to supper! They were supposed to be eating now. May was resentful.
Who did Mom think she was, screwing her brother? mumbled May to herself. She zipped up her miniskirt and pulled her tight sweater over her head.
She patted her skirt into place in front of the mirror, pulling it here and pushing it there, until she was satisfied.
The she removed her turban and brushed the snarls from her hair. She dried her hair with the little electric hand blower, the whirring muffling her infrequent sobs and sniffles.
Finally she was ready to go. She paused, wondering which way to go ... past Ralphie's door again, for which she might be accused of spying? Or directly to her father?
She decided on the latter, with a quick detour past the former! She didn't want to arouse suspicion, so she. tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom.
She paused only for a moment, but heard nothing. Then the soft sound of heavy breathing came to her ears. And the silent sounds of someone dressing.
So it was over, thought May glumly. Well, it was about time!
She or Daddy would have to confront her mother about this. It was unforgivable, not only because of the tongue-lashing they'd each received, but because it was outrageously sinful for a mother to sleep with her son.
It surely wasn't Ralphie's fault, thought May. She'd forgiven him already. He'd put his pecker in anything that offered itself. But Mom? She was thirty-three. She should have known better.
May pursed her lips together in righteous indignation, and marched down the stairs. She was going to tell her mom a thing or two, when next she saw her ... if she EVER came down from that adulterous and incestuous scene overhead.
May went into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and studied the clock on the wall. She would give her ten minutes. She got up and felt the pots on the stove. They were hot. Everything was ready.
May opened one and observed a delicious beef, potato and carrot stew inside. The aroma that curled around her nostrils was overpowering.
She took a dish and served herself up a helping. Sitting again at the table, she ate gluttonously. May felt better and pushed her plate away.
At least her Mom had seen fit to cook for them, even if she hadn't served them. May wondered if a new pattern was establishing itself at their house ... self-service!
Where was Dad? she wondered. Just then she heard his footsteps on the back porch and sprang up to greet him.
He entered, and upon seeing his lovely, young, miniskirted daughter, lay down the newspaper he'd been carrying under his arm and kissed her passionately.
"Mmmmm, Dad, that's some greeting!" exclaimed May, pulling away. She nearly forgot her news.
Then she remembered and assumed a solemn tone. "Daddy, Daddy, do you know what's happening?" Her voice shook with passion. "Do you know what Mom's gone and done?"
"Commit suicide?" was Roger's calm response.
"Oh, Daddy, NO!" answered May, annoyed. "Worse!"
"Worse?" Roger touched his fingers to his forehead, and shook his head. "You better tell me. Is it something serious?"
"What WE did," May looked up at her father with a sick expression on her face.
"What WE did? What does that mean?" He thought a moment. "Made love? Had sex? With whom?" Pictures of the milkman, mailman, delivery boy and dentist flashed in front of his eyes. The butcher, the baker
Then a huge snapshot of his son appeared, blotting out all the other images.
"Oh, no!" he cried.
"Oh, yes!" cried his daughter. She hugged herself and wailed.
"Wait'll I get my hands on that little good-for-nothing punk!"
"No, Daddy, don't hurt him. Don't hurt Ralphie. He's my brother, don't forget!" May was jumping up and down.
"He's my cockeyed son, don't forget that!" Roger whirled suddenly. His usual casual manner evaporated, leaving in its place only a residue of revenge.
"No, Daddy, no, no, don't!" cried May. She was afraid he would kill Ralphie. To say nothing about what he might do to her mom. Especially after the tongue-lashing Mom'd given him that afternoon.
She tugged on his arm and held onto it with all her might. If she could only detain him for a minute, maybe his temper would cool. Then she had another idea.
"Oh, Daddy, you look so ferocious! Oh, you scare me! Oh, mmm, you look so masculine when you get angry. Mmmm, so sexy. Oh, let me kiss those lips of yours again. Mmmmm, come here, sweet Daddy, come here and put your tongue into my mouth. Let me feel your sweet soft lips on mine, oh, please, Daddy ... "
May's words had a calming, mesmerizing effect on her father. He stopped pulling away from her.
"May-" he began, seeing her as if for the first time. She looked so lovely, so plaintive there, searching his eyes with her own glass-clear ones, ready for his healing kiss with her lips parted ... open.
What more could he ask? Why was he chasing his wife down when his own daughter, half her age and twice as desirable, was aching for him again, longing to take him in her arms, trembling for his lips on hers, needing his hands all over her tiny body and his experienced cock between her thighs ...?
He turned to his darling daughter and took her in his arms. He automatically dropped his hands to her little firm asscheeks and pulled her to him, pulled her close.
He enveloped her little, slim body with his large, strong arms. "Oh, May, sweetie, dear," he began, lifting her chin so he could tongue her soft lips.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, grateful that her seduction had been successful.
They heard a door open and close upstairs. May froze. Her father tried to pull away. She held him. They heard Dorothy's footsteps go down the hall and enter the master bedroom. The door closed. Her dad relaxed. May breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the door opened again and the two parted from another passionate kiss to listen. Footsteps started coming toward the top of the stairway again. But they bypassed it and entered the bathroom. Soon they heard water running.
May knew her mother always took a long time with her bath. She found it a pleasure of life. A long bath healed her soul, she always said.
That meant she wouldn't be down for at least an hour. Roger looked around. He saw the bare kitchen table, with only May's supper dishes on it.
"Come here," he said, taking May by the hand and pulling her gently toward the table. He looked around and saw a white tablecloth on the counter, which her mother had no doubt intended to spread on the supper table.
Roger took an end and May took an end and together they spread it like a sheet over the kitchen table.
"It'll be hard, but sexy," he said, unable to wait to get his greedy hands on his daughter again. He would have his daughter for supper.
May didn't mind. She was more than willing. She would have, her daddy for dessert. Like a full-grown woman, with hundreds of sexual sessions behind her, she confidently began unbuttoning her skirt. There was no time to coyly play at an innocent seduction.
Seeing his young thirteen-year-old daughter begin to undress made Roger's dick rise. His cock prodded the fabric of his pants. Its head pushed against his fly to escape the confines of his pants.
He unzipped. He let his trousers down. He stripped off his shorts. His bulbous dick pronged right up to a neat horizontal blast-off position. He was ready to take his daughter May right there on the dinner table.
May gasped in anticipation at having sex with her father again. The thought overwhelmed her. She was tremendously excited. Her chest heaved up and down as she slowly removed her pullover. Then she waited while her father unclasped her little bra and let it fall to the linoleum floor.
There she stood in her little lace panties. Her tiny tits that promised more to come looked succulent enough. The little nipples fairly stood on end at the prospect of having Daddy's lips on them. He took a step toward her.
May's eyes glistened. How happy it made her to have her father sexually once more! And how excited it made her! Right there on the kitchen table. It would be a moment to remember. She couldn't wait to tell the kids at school about it!
"Lie down, May," said her father, his voice strange and impassioned. He sounded as though he could barely control himself. The passion that lurked just under her father's restrained manner gave her a sexual charge she could hardly contain.
Before she lay down on the white tablecloth, she couldn't help but reach out and tenderly touch her father's lovely cock. It jutted out so strong and firm. It was so nice and thick and long. The fleshy muscle was so hard and solid. May touched it, and then grasped it fully.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, and threw herself to her knees before him. "Oh, Daddy, let me eat it. Let me kiss it." And before her father could deny her this pleasure, her lips closed around his cock.
He nearly fainted with the pleasure. It wasn't just any woman with her hot, moist mouth around his cockhead. It wasn't just any girl about to suck off his hard prick. It was his daughter, his little teenage daughter.
"Jack me, jack my cock, May," he whispered.
"Oh, but Daddy, I want to suck on it. Let me suck on it. Pretty please?"
She deftly cupped his balls in her palm and leaned to suck on his cockhead again.
She took the head in her mouth and licked her hot, wet tongue all over it. She whipped it around. She caressed it. She aimed the point of her tongue straight into the pee slit, where a droplet of pre-come fluid was forming.
She tasted his manhood. She felt the familiar flavor of sperm on her lips. She heard him moan with carnal pleasure.
She licked up and down his long staff like she was playing the flute. She held it tight and blew. She wanted to please her father very much. And the thick cock in her mouth and hands made her feel very secure indeed.
She stopped licking as his hand moved slowly across her little breasts. It went up to tickle her neck and chin. A finger entered her mouth for her to suck on. With the spittle from her own wet mouth, he traced a wet line with the finger down her body to her cunt hair.
And he lubricated her cunt hole with it, with the saliva from her own mouth.
Then his hand left her needy pussy to travel over her flat, soft belly. He put pressure on her belly, pressing it down. Then he moved her legs apart, slowly, one at a time. He moved one thigh to one side and the other thigh to the other side. He exposed her little pussy to view. He admired the little mound, clad in only a few sparse blond hairs.
He felt like a doctor with a patient on the examination table. He would give her his full attention. He would give her a most thorough examination. He would explore her body outside and inside. Especially inside.
He couldn't wait. But first he wanted to suck her off, before he fucked her. At least lubricate her with his mouth before he plunged his hot cock inside her little cunt.
May's eyes were closed. She was panting and moaning already. It didn't take much. What with the previous sessions of masturbation and fucking in the last several hours, her body was taut like a violin string, ready to be played.
Roger first touched her cunt lips with his fingers. He put one or two inside of her hole, feeling her inner cunt walls, arousing her, bringing the moisture to her outer pussy lips, delicately arousing her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy," moaned May. Her hand automatically went to her breast. She pinched the nipple. She spread her knees as far apart as they would go. She wanted to accommodate her Daddy's fingers as much as possible.
He spread her cunt lips, stretching the taut skin and circling his fingers around and around the opening.
Then he went deeper into her cunt hole, rotating his fingers again around and around. May was sighing deeply now. She hoped her father would never stop.
She twisted her head from side to side. She humped herself on his fingers. She ground herself against his hand. She snapped her pelvis up to meet his pressing thrust.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed again and again. "Oh, Daddy, do it, do it some more, oh, bring me, Daddy, make me COMMMMMMMMME!" With that, May was already rising, rising, rising, on the tides of her pleasure.
She began laughing and giggling as the pleasure in her groin became so intense, she could hardly bear it. Suddenly the tension exploded. Her clit and cunt were free of pressure, and her sexual excitement peaked in orgasm.
Her body shook with pleasure. Her cunt walls gave off their thick sexual juices. She humped herself till she'd come fully. Then she pulled her father down on top of her.
Her Daddy was ready, willing and able. He poised over her for the descent.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, hugging her father to her. She threw her arms around his neck and spread her legs wide. She felt his thick, wonderful cockhead knock on the portals of her cunt hole. She felt him reach down and spread her cunt lips wide. The larger opening allowed his thick cock to make headway and enter her.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried out. "Oh, that feels wonderful! Ohhhhhh, man, Daddy, ohhhh, put it in all the way, put it in the rest of the way! Oh, hurry, Daddy!"
But Roger wanted to savor the pleasure of his thick cockhead just inside his daughter's cunt lips. He paused, inhaling deeply and holding himself back for just as long as possible.
The he shoved his cock balls deep into her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so good inside me! Oh, you fill me up all the way! It feels so wonderful! Ooooh, it's SOOOO good!"
His daughter's voice filled his ears as he in turn filled her tight cunt. His cock soaked up her juices and then pulled out again.
He plunged in again. He heard his daughter gasp. It gave him pleasure to hear her feminine moans. He loved filling up his daughter's cunt with his full seven inches. He withdrew and plunged his thick, hot cock into her again.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, oh, fuck me, keep fucking me!" Her cries were strange to her own ears. All she was aware of was the intense pleasure that was filling her pussy and making her clit throb.
She felt him withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust. He held tightly to her asscheeks, drawing her to him with each penetration.
Their groins slapped hard together. The pumped and pumped. Their coordination was getting expert. The kitchen table, on somewhat uneven legs, shook and rattled.
May threw her legs and thighs around her Daddy's body with such force that a lid on the stove clattered to the floor. May thought vaguely somewhere in the back of her mind that the stew was getting cold, the stew was getting cold! But her body, primed for love and sex, couldn't have cared less.
It was too much for May. All she could do was counter thrust to his every thrust. All she could do was hump him. And that she would most delightedly do.
"Daddy, honey, baby, sweetie," she crooned in his ear.
"Yes, darling daughter," he whispered, his eyes closed, his groin ablaze with passion. He could hardly keep himself from coming off just then, but he wanted her to have all the pleasure he could give her. He wanted to satisfy his lovely young daughter. He wanted her to think of him as a good lover.
The kitchen table squeaked and groaned under their combined weight. Roger's long prick was nailing May to the table.
"Ooooh, Daddy, it's getting kind of hard," admitted May, opening her eyes and suddenly feeling the hard surface of the table under her. Her asscheeks were getting numb. She longed for the soft mattress of her bed, where they'd first fucked.
May and Roger could hear Dorothy splashing around in the bathtub upstairs. It would be a while before she came down.
"It'll be over soon," said Roger, hoping his daughter's ass wasn't too sore to continue.
"It's okay, Daddy, it's wonderful." And to prove it, May spread her thighs even farther and thrust her groin at her Daddy as hard as she could.
And Roger took the cue. He began fucking fervently now. He thrust and thrust. He took May's breath away. He soon had her moaning in ecstasy.
And he let go of his creamy jism at the same time. They were rocking back and forth, grabbing up all the lusty pleasure from each other's bodies that they could. Roger gave one last and final thrust and May emitted a piercing scream of pleasure.
Suddenly, with a crack, two opposing table legs gave way. The kitchen table came tumbling down, plunging May and Daddy to the floor. They landed in a naked heap.
The crash jolted May. Her father was the first to recover. He got to his feet and quickly felt for broken bones. Finding none, he turned his attention to his daughter.
"May, honey, are you okay?" he gulped, wishing their mutual climaxes hadn't been quite so climactic.
"Yeah, Pop, I think so." May was dazed.
Suddenly the upstairs bathroom door hurled open, and Dorothy, still fastening the sash of her robe, came thundering down the stairs.
"Children, children!" she was screaming at the top of her lungs. "What is it this time? Oh, can't a mother have any peace and quiet in the privacy of her own tub?"
She appeared at the door of the kitchen, and her face fell for a second time that day.
Quietly, she said, "I do believe we should get a divorce, Roger."
Her husband looked sheepishly at her, and suddenly wished he was back in the safe confines of his studio.
He was tired of robbing the cradle. Besides, he had enough material for one day to illustrate a whole series of sketches. He would call it, "The Artist and His Daughter". Or "Seven Days in May".
"We were just breaking up housekeeping," said Roger with mock joviality. "Heh-heh, Dorothy, just trying out a new recipe, you know!"
His cock, at half-mast, was still dripping his final come juices. The droplets betrayed him.
"Well, dear," he said, addressing his daughter and thumping her on the ass, "guess we'd better knock it off, eh?"
May hung her head in mock shame. Her pussy was dripping wet and felt wonderful. She felt defiant and proud, naked in front of her mother. She stared at Dorothy.
Why couldn't Mom hang on to her man? She, May, was a better lay than her own mother! No doubt about it.
With that thought, May snubbed Dorothy, turned on her heel, and pranced out of the room, naked and beautiful.
Suddenly Roger remembered where his wife had been earlier. His face turned an angry red. "Why am I taking all this shit? YOU-YOU-I have a mind to lock you up. You're no better than a cheap ... "
Husband and wife squared off, each furiously jealous of the other's carnal knowledge of their offspring. They fumed and sputtered. At last they embraced.
"Oh, honey," said Dorothy, "it was wonderful. Ralphie has such a nice cock. He has my eyes but your cock, dear. Like father, like son."
"Oh, Dorothy, your daughter is a honey of a lay. You raised her well. With a little more practice, she'll be a real trooper in no time. A real credit to her family."
The two smiled and kissed, pleased as punch to have other sexual means open to them besides each other's bodies.
The introduction of their two children into their sex lives was a necessary infusion of new blood. It provided the transfusion that could well save their marriage from the rocks of the divorce courts.
The two, forgetting all about the lukewarm stew on the stove and the broken table on the floor, strode arm in arm up the staircase to their bedroom.
Safe in each other's arms, they began wondering where May had disappeared to.
CHAPTER FIVE
May had gone directly to the arms of her brother. She thought it was about time they got to know each other by touch, and not by long distance through a keyhole.
Ralphie had awakened with a start when he saw the slight form of his sister slip into the darkened bedroom.
"What? Mom? Sis? Who is it?" He tried to sit up but couldn't.
He was too exhausted from the sexual round with his mother. She'd taken a lot out of him.
Of course, he was young and energetic, and although he was not practiced and came very quickly, Mom had made him repeat himself four times, until she was satiated.
That was why he was not extraordinarily pleased when he saw his sister.
"Don't get me wrong," he began mumbling as she slipped under the sheet beside him, "I'd love to ball you, Sis, but now is not the time. You know who was just here? Mom ... "
May silenced him with a kiss. All his protests were in vain. She slipped a hand to his groin and began massaging his tired, slack prick. And with true adolescent vigor, it began raising its sleepy head.
Ralphie was horrified. Such proof of his virility was very ill-timed. He wished it would collapse. He wished someone would let the air out of his erection. He did not want to have to follow through. He did not want to go through with it.
But soon, he changed his mind. His sister May, his inexperienced, pubescent sister, was tonguing wetly between his lips. Her hand was jacking him skillfully. Her petite, slender form was pressed warmly and sweatily against him. How could a young boy resist? How could a sex maniac like Ralphie resist the ardent seduction of his younger sister?
He couldn't. He just lay back and enjoyed it. He studied the ceiling while she got on top of him, lowering herself down on his stiff cock.
Her cunt lips opened with the help of a little prodding from her own fingers. She lubricated herself with her cuntal juices and also with what remained of her father's jism.
Together with Ralphie's own preseminal juices, she was very wet, very lubricated indeed. Her brother's cock slipped right in. She lowered herself all the way down on him and felt her brother's cock deep inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Ralphie, honey, baby, oh, that feels so damn good." May held herself aloft by pressing down on his muscular chest and shoulders.
"Don't swear, May, it isn't nice," said her brother. He didn't like to see his sweet little sister swear.
"Well, you do it, Ralphie," she protested, opening her eyes, ready for a fight, even in the midst of fucking.
"It's not the same thing," he said. "It's not the same thing when a man swears."
"You aren't a man," said May. "You're only fourteen."
"Oh, May, stop it," he said, and pushed her off of him.
"Ralphie, don't, don't do that. I'm sorry." She groped for position again, careful to place her little hand right over his cock to help persuade him. She quickly renewed his erection by jacking him skillfully till he was moaning with pleasure and begging for her to mount him again.
"Oh, yes, Ralphie," said May, and she let him pull her back on him again, which was right where she wanted to be.
Then she thrust herself up and down on his tool. She rotated her hips around and around to get the full measure of his cock's width. He forgave her.
She let him plow in and out of her. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. She felt the fleshy muscle of his dick wedged deep inside her pussy and she didn't want to let her brother's fine cock escape her again.
"Oh, Sis, that feels terrific," said Ralphie, who looked like he would burst a blood vessel if he couldn't come pretty soon. "Oh, Sis, I can't hold it back. Here it comes! Here I come!"
And with that he spurted a huge wad of semen way up into her cunt. May felt the gush of liquid pour deep inside her. "Nghnghngh," he moaned, trembling and shaking.
Before he could collapse, she humped herself on his big cock, bringing herself off swiftly.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, giggling and laughing with the intense pleasure and overwhelming relief that washed through her.
When it was over, she rolled off of him, but still kept him close to her. She knew how nice it was to have a man's body, strong and muscled, pressing her own, right after sex.
"Oh, Ralphie," she said dreamily, her mouth half-buried in his bicep, "that was terrific. You're terrific. You're getting to be a man."
"Well, thanks, May," said Ralphie.
He felt completely, totally and utterly depleted. He felt he could never fuck again. Ever. He was so empty of jism, it wasn't funny. All he wanted to do was sleep.
But he didn't tell May that. He let her think that his manhood was not in jeopardy. He only hoped she wouldn't suggest another round and force him to undo the good he'd done. For his reputation would certainly decline, in May's eyes.
But as it was, May was satisfied. The little thirteen-year-old girl, who had been a virgin only yesterday, had now, in three short hours, had sex three times and masturbated twice. That would do her for a spell.
She curled up in her brother's arms and slept alongside him. When her mother called her an hour later to do her homework, she forced herself to get up out of bed and stagger off to her own bedroom.
That way, Dorothy wouldn't know where she'd been. Her mother found her with her head down on the paper she was supposed to be writing for health class.
"Sweetie, wake up," her mother called to her, putting a robed arm around her.
"Oh, Mom, hi, mmm, this is so boring."
"I know, sweetie, after all the action you saw today. But we must be realistic. Tomorrow, when your teacher asks for your homework, you'll wish you'd done it."
May looked up at her mother in amazement. "Mom, why are you so nice?"
"Oh, honey, I've been thinking. Your father and I have talked this whole family affair over. In bed, of course. And we've come to the conclusion that the family that plays together, stays together."
"Oh, Mom, I don't know. Really?" May didn't quite trust her mother's conclusion. After all, she'd seen her a raving maniac twice earlier that afternoon.
"Yes," said her mother firmly, as if it had all been decided. The sudden laxness frightened May.
She wondered if they were going to take the fun out of it. If she could hop into her father's or her brother's bed any time she wanted, and her mother not only didn't care, but encouraged such promiscuity, it took the excitement away.
"Mom, do you know where I've just been?" said May, anxious to confess her relations with her brother.
"I know. In bed with Ralphie."
"How did you know?" cried May, flabbergasted.
"I heard you two in there," laughed her mother. "And I put two and two together." Dorothy looked five years younger. And she looked at peace with herself.
Well, if that's what sex did for you, thought May, maybe it was okay. "Yeah," said May. "It was nice with Ralphie. But you kinda wore him out, Ma. You didn't leave much for me!"
"I sort of had that impression, May dear," said her mother, caressing her- young, pretty daughter's soft cheek.
May felt a sudden fear. "Ma, I gotta do my homework."
"Get up, child," said her mother, "and come over her a minute." She drew her young daughter up to a standing position and led her to the bed. She sat her down next to her and took her daughter's hand in her motherly one. "You're such a sweet girl, May, I wanted to tell you what your father and I decided."
"What, Ma?" said May, looking at her mother questioningly. Dorothy was rubbing her daughter's soft skin, all up and down her arm. It felt good and sent tingles through her body.
"Your father and I have slept together for the last time."
"What?" asked May incredulously.
"Yes," said Dorothy, leaning to peck the soft cheek of her young daughter. "We decided to get to know you children very well. We want to have-very close relationships with our teenagers. We feel we can best guide them that way."
May didn't quite understand what she was talking about
"Well, I'm going to spend the nights with Ralphie, and your father wants to sleep every night with you. How about it?"
"Ma, when am I going to do my homework?" May was suddenly protesting this new arrangement. She wanted it to be voluntary, not a nightly event established by edict. Why were adults always institutionalizing everything?
"Honey, I don't understand you at all. I'm allowing you to do what I forbade you to do this afternoon, and now you don't like it." Her mother got up angrily and started pacing the floor. "Kids! What a pain in the ass. I don't understand them at all. After all the pains I've taken with you and Ralphie, giving you children the best years of my life, this is what I get, a crock-"
"Ma, Ma, don't say that," said May, remembering Ralphie's words to her when she had sworn. "It's not nice."
Dorothy shook her head. "I don't understand it. Roger and I talk it over, all very sanely, all very adultlike, thinking you would be very pleased, and now you aren't. It just doesn't make sense."
"Aw, Ma, I'm sorry," said May, grabbing her mother's hand and pulling her back down beside her. "I'm sorry." She did feel sorry for her mother. Things were always confusing to parents. May couldn't help it. She couldn't explain things to her. She couldn't explain the way things were. They just were!
She hugged her mom, pressing her small bosom to Dorothy's larger one. Gee, it felt so good to touch a woman, a soft woman. So different from touching a man who was all hardness and muscle and power. Nice in the long run, but hugging a woman, hugging her mother, was a pleasant change from the routine.
"Kiss my breast, May," said Dorothy suddenly and very seriously. "Suck on my tit."
"Mother!" exclaimed May, shocked. She hadn't meant anything sexual. As she looked at her mother, astounded, Dorothy's face came closer and closer to her own.
Suddenly May felt her mother's soft lips on her own and she meant to pull away, but she didn't. She just let her mother kiss her long and affectionately.
She didn't tongue her or anything like that. She merely let her lips touch softly on May's own. Never, never, had May received such a sweet kiss as that one.
Her mother's lips moved slightly, rhythmically, in tiny sucking motions. Just enough to stimulate May's lips and bring the blood rushing to them.
Then her mother pulled away. May quieted. The kiss acted like a tranquilizer on her.
"Ma-" May started to say softly, but her mother pressed a finger gently across her lips so she wouldn't speak.
"It's okay," said her mother quietly. "Darling May, I know what happened. I know how you feel. I feel the same way."
"Oh, Ma-" May started to say again, but her words caught in her throat, especially when her mother began undoing the sash on May's robe, and sliding her hand along her skin till it found and rested on what she'd been looking for.
Dorothy fingered her daughter's sweet tit and rubbed the perky little nipple over the softly rising mound of her breast. "What a nice little breast you have, child," said her mother.
May was speechless. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. She felt an overwhelming tightening in her crotch, a funny surge of blood there, and an incredible fatigue, all at once. Suddenly she wanted to lie down. It was hard to take.
She lay back on the bed, trying to focus her mind on what to do. But her mother was already removing the sash of May's robe and letting it fall open.
"May, oh, May, honey, you have such a lovely body," crooned Dorothy, studying her daughter's young form. "I was young and lovely like you once."
May's breath started coming in short gasps. Her chest was heaving. She didn't know what was happening to her. She couldn't speak. She allowed her mother to work her hand across her chest and shoulders, under her sensitive arms, in her armpits, and down her belly.
"Oh, Ma," May said again, trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Her groin and pelvis trembled as her mother's touch stimulated her skin, the sensitive skin of her belly. "Are you sure-"
"Shush, child," said her mother softly, placing a finger over her own lips and smiling gently down at her little child.
Dorothy rode her hands, her knowing, expert, motherly hands over her daughter's soft, curvy thighs. Her fingers probed the tender flesh of the inside of her legs. May shuddered.
What was going to happen? What was going to happen now? What was going to happen next? May was dizzy with long-repressed sexual feelings toward her mother, now rising up from every pressure point, from every nerve ending in her skin.
Suddenly Dorothy's fingers descended on her pussy and lodged there. It was too late. They passed over the pussy and inserted themselves in her already wet, steaming, aroused hole, prepared for this moment by May's father, and reinforced by her brother. And now Dorothy would reap more lovely benefits.
"Don't get me wrong, child, I'm not a Lesbian," said her mother. "Really. But just the sight of my lovely daughter turns me on. And you know, the magazines say that things are freer nowadays. More and more people are bisexual. Of course, I still love men best."
But her hands were sending little shocklets all through May's genitals, all through her nervous system. She was so aroused, she was almost in pain.
May started pressing her groin forward, her pelvis up, and her thighs apart. She couldn't help it. It was her instinctive, bodily response at that moment.
May was so aroused, she was fairly dripping into the mattress. The sheet was already wet under her.
All her mother had to do was insert two fingers deeply into May's little cunt hole, swollen with blood and hugely expanded with passion, and she practically came right then and there.
"Oh, Ma," moaned May, unable to hold back any longer and giving herself over to her passion. "OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" And May closed her eyes and let the sexual tension pass back and forth in her body, ride up and down her legs, up and down her spine.
She now consciously thrust her pelvis up against her mother's fingers, humping herself on her mother's hand. And Dorothy, knowing all about female anatomy, helped her.
"Oh, Mom, bring me, please bring me," moaned May, crying out again and again, moaning with pleasure she had hardly known before.
"Oh, darling daughter, May, there's nothing I'd rather do right now than finger-fuck you to the bittersweet end."
And she did just that. In no time, she had May writhing on her two fingers and riding them high, pumping and humping and frigging herself on them till she cried out in passion and thrashed around till she fell exhausted and satisfied on the pillow.
"Aw, Ma, that was wonderful, super. I didn't know you could do all that." She was panting.
"Darling May," said her mother very seriously, "you see how close two people can be living together, and really not know each other at all? You see?"
"Oh, yes, Mom. That felt wonderful. Oh, your fingers up me was just like having a man's big prick up me!"
"Oh, May, thank you. That's the nicest thing you could have said."
"I'll do anything for you, Mom, anything," said May, still in the warm afterglow of ecstasy.
"Oh, May, that's wonderful for you to say that. Because I can think of something, something I'd like very much for you to do."
"Yes, Mom, what's that?" May drew her mother's fingers up to her mouth and began sucking on them. Her other hand went automatically to the tits that she had once suckled as a small baby. She pulled and pinched and squeezed her mother's breasts, just as she had a long, long time ago.
"Oh, May, that makes me feel so good. That makes me feel like a mother again, the mother of a small child."
"What else would you like me to do, Mother?" asked May.
"Your father told me you had a dildo. Is that right?" Her mother approached the subject cautiously.
"Yes, I do," said May, wondering what had happened to the fake prick since that afternoon, when that was all she had had at her disposal, before the two real cocks entered the picture.
She dropped her hands from her mother's soft body and leaned over the edge of the bed. "There it is," she said, pointing under the bed to the dusty floor. "In all that dust. I must have dropped it when Daddy came in and surprised me. And he probably accidentally kicked it under there."
"Knowing him, he probably threw it under there," said her Mother drily, "he was so anxious to show his darling daughter the real McCoy. But I'm not bitter any more. Strange and wonderful things are going to transpire in this family from now on. Give me that dick."
She reached out and took it from May, who righted herself again. "It's a dirty thing," she said, brushing it off. "I don't want you to stick THAT up my twat. I'll go wash it."
"Ohhhhh," said May, the light dawning. "So THAT'S what you want me to do with it!" She smiled mysteriously. Visions of cunts began dancing in her head. She tried to envision her mother's sweet hole. But she couldn't.
Her mother returned from the bathroom, where she'd washed the mock dick, soaped and rinsed it, and even perfumed it, in preparation for its grand entrance up her cunt hole.
It was a ceremony May was only too glad to perform. She got up in preparation for the rites of mother-fucking and ordered her mom to lie down where she herself had lain.
Her mother was only too happy to comply. She didn't removed a stitch of clothing. She let May attend to all that.
May sat down on the bed beside her mother, like an attendant determined to respond to all the needs of her patient. To make things official and proper, May donned her own robe again. Then she removed the blue robe of her mother.
"Ohhhhhhh!" May gasped, seeing her mother's mature, curvaceous form appear. Her lovely mother was too beautiful for words.
She looked at the full breasts, the bushy, hairy cunt, and the firm, fleshy thighs.
"Oh, May, it really turns me on to see you looking at your old mother like that," laughed Dorothy, half embarrassed, her hand going immediately to her pussy and giving it a few satisfying swipes. It was juicing right under her daughter's watchful eye. She couldn't help herself. She didn't know that making love with her daughter could be so arousing. It was another one of those surprising things you learn in life.
"Let me do that for you," her daughter cautioned. All of a sudden, May became very adultlike. She took full and complete charge of the carnal satisfaction of her mother. She was very thoughtful. What would she do first?
She carefully surveyed the situation. She decided to go for those beautiful, inviting tits first. Her mother was only too eager.
"Here, child," her mother said when she saw May eyeing her unusually large tits. She cupped one and offered it to her daughter, as if she were offering her a drink.
May eagerly bent down to suck on the mammoth breast. She took it in both hands and sucked on the prominent nipple. She licked all over it and all around it.
She licked under the breast and over it. She nibbled on the nipple and sucked on it. Then she bit it, and Dorothy cried out in pain. "Oh, it's just like you bit me when you were a baby! This is so nostalgic for me, May, you have no idea!"
"When you fucked Ralphie just now, was that nostalgic, too, Mama?" May continued to nip and bite and suck on her mother's big tits.
"Oh, yes, heavens, yes!" responded her mother. "It's hard to believe I ever held HIM in my arms, brute that he is now. Of course, he was so big even then, Dr. Watson told me I'd given birth to a football player. Ha-ha! Isn't that funny, May?"
May didn't think that was very funny. But she did think that her and Ralphie sucking on Ma's tits again was exciting. She thought maybe she should bring Ralphie in, so they could each suck on a tit simultaneously. Now THAT would be a turn-on!
May lay down on top of her mom now, so she could better avail herself of both breasts. First she sucked on one. Then she sucked on the other.
"Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh," moaned her mother, pushing her chest up hard. May sucked long on each one, making the big nipples even bigger and more erect.
The nipples glistened wetly when May pulled her mouth off of each one. Her mother was panting. "Where did you learn how to suck tits so nicely?" she asked sweetly, and laughed.
"Well, I have them too, you know," said May. She just wanted to get the job done. She didn't feel like any jokes or any more romantic nonsense.
Then she took to massaging her mom's tits. She rolled her hands all over them, pushing the muscled flesh from side to side, and up and down.
Her mother fell silent, and watched May work. Her little girl knew what she was doing.
Then May proceeded to lick her way down her mother's lovely figure. Dorothy gasped at what she thought she was going to do. The mixed pain/pleasure she felt in her belly and lower abdomen was the response she felt to the thought of being eaten out by her daughter. My, thought Dorothy, May was going to eat her out. May was going to give her head. She wished her husband and son were here to see the big event.
Her thighs parted. She practically did the splits so May could explore her every crook and cranny.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as May's tongue entered her pubic split. She tongued between the flavorful pussy lips and ran the length of it.
"Oh, Ma, you taste so good. I never knew women tasted so good in their pussies."
"Surely, May. And if you use the dildo, which I perfumed with your father's after-shave lotion, I'll smell even better."
That was an idea, thought May. She picked up the dildo from the bedside table, where her mother had placed it.
She sniffed it. It DID smell nice. She aimed it like a rocket at her mother's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, do, do!" begged Dorothy. "Give the countdown! Send it up!"
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," counted May, "WHOOSH!" She made the dildo take off with its mock hairy base still intact. She flew it slowly through the air and made it land just inside her mother's very real, and very hairy pussy.
"Hrmmph!" said her mother, feeling the tip of the hard cock thud into her. "Ohhhhhh, go deep, May, go deep! Please!" Her mother reached for and grasped the mock cock, tugging it and pushing it into her cunt hole. "Oh, I need it there so, oh, it feels good!"
"Uh-uh, naughty, naughty, Mom. Mustn't do. This is MY ball game."
May was stern with her mother. She wanted to do everything herself. She took the dildo from her mother. Then she guided it into her mom's pussy lips.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Dorothy, pulling her heels up to her ass, and spreading her thighs outward. "Oh, please," she begged, "do it some more!"
She thrust her pelvis up and swallowed nearly the entire dildo into her pussy hole. May watched it disappear inside her mother's hairy cunt in amazement.
It went in her with room to spare. If it weren't for the base of the dildo, it would have been lost inside.
May smiled and watched the dildo emerge dripping with thick, cuntal juices. She couldn't resist then, but bent down and sucked on her mother's pussy. Not gently, but really hard. She sucked so hard she made her mother come right away.
She whipped her tongue over and over her clit and prodded it into a throbbing, stiff erection. May sucked and sucked on the little bud till her mother was torn in half with ecstasy. As her mother screamed and began coming down from her high, May flicked her tongue in and out of her mother's gaping cunt hole, observing the spasms of the cunt walls in the throes of orgasm.
She rode her mother's coming to the bitter end. When her mother was nothing more than a pile of sighs and a pool of cunt juice, May rose from her pleasant task, exhausted. And she made her mother taste her own juices that still clung to the dildo.
"That's a gas," said Dorothy, licking the mock cock as though it were the real thing.
"You look funny with that in your mouth," laughed her young daughter. "Like I want to ask you, where's the man, what happened to the man that used to be attached to it?"
"I've got the best part, don't you think?" said her mom pleasantly. "At least, Xaviera would think so."
"Who's that?" asked May.
"I'll tell you some other time," said Dorothy, getting up. "Or ask your father when he arrives."
CHAPTER SIX
The next weeks were a confused mixture of happy family events. May had never known such familial bliss.
Although everyone was sleeping with everyone else, most of the sex was between the generations: father and daughter, mother and son.
When Dorothy's brother Charlie got wind of the events in the Thompson family, he became an added fixture in the household. He wanted a piece of the incestual pie.
And he knew that if he waited long enough, if he were persistent enough, he would get it. He had his eye on two people: first, his sister, and second, his niece.
But first things first. The best of the booty was his pretty younger sister, Dorothy, whom he'd always wanted to get his hands on. But given the incest taboo, rigidly enforced in his family, she was always off-limits to him.
Now that that taboo had been relaxed some, he was waiting for Dorothy like a wolf for the sheep.
And Dorothy felt as vulnerable as a lamb. Bedding down with her son was one thing. Doing it with her brother was another. Her son was a bumbling, stumbling, harmless kid, a jock, though she never would have told him so.
Her brother was a crafty, sexy salesman, who was full of so much sales promotion lingo that his friends couldn't tell what was the truth and what was not.
He was also always passing sexual allusions, which used to get on Dorothy's nerves. But now that she was becoming interested in alternative sexual styles, she began to listen to him more. He always bragged about the gigantic cock he sported between his legs. Now she was wondering if that were indeed the truth.
She listened to his bravado a long time, before she finally decided to test him out. Even then she was hesitant.
One night when Roger and May were already in the sack and Ralphie was patiently waiting his turn, Dorothy and Charlie were downstairs just finishing supper.
Dorothy pushed her chair back and lit a cigarette. Settling back, she asked, "Charlie, why is it that, if you're so good in the sack, that Fern is always complaining about you?"
"Fern? My wife?" asked Charlie, turning beet red. "No, she doesn't complain. I don't believe it."
"Well, she lets people know now and then that she's not too pleased with your sexual performance." Dorothy was talking out of her hat, just to get his response.
"When? When did she say that?" Charlie stuck his lower lip out, just like he used to when he was a child. "I'm great in bed. I'm telling you, Dorothy. She has no complaints. Sometimes she has trouble coming. I'd give her fifty-fifty."
"Maybe you don't prepare her enough, Charlie. What do you think about that?' Are you self-centered in bed?"
"No. Not at all. Well, I don't think so. I mean, what brought all this on?" He rubbed his groin under the table. "I'm great. I'm terrific in bed. God knows, I've had enough practice. I'll never forget this one chick I had. Met her on the plane to Chicago. She was a secretary or something. She came and stayed at my hotel that night." Charlie rolled his eyes to imply something hot.
Dorothy looked evenly at him. Her expression didn't change. She wanted to hear her brother out. "Yes?" she asked.
"Well, when we got undressed and her eyes lighted on my, uh, instrument, she said-you know what she said? Heh, heh." Charlie slapped his thigh.
"What?" said Dorothy, sipping her coffee and puffing on her cigarette.
"She said, 'What is that, the family size?' Heh, heh, get it?" Charlie looked at his sister to see if she understood.
"Was she afraid you would impregnate her? Maybe she hadn't taken the pill?" Dorothy asked.
"No, no," answered her brother impatiently. "She meant it was big. B-I-G, big. That's what." He sneered for a moment at his sister, then his mind alighted on the past incident again. "Yeah, we sure had a good time, a fuckin' good time. Ha, ha!"
"Ha, ha, Charlie," said Dorothy, not laughing.
"What's the matter with your sense of humor today, Dorothy? Why so castrating?"
"Do you think I'm castrating? I don't think I'm castrating. I have two men upstairs waiting for me. Their cocks are still sewed on good." Dorothy took another puff and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
When she reappeared her brother Charlie asked, "Hey, where's Myrtle?"
"At the vet's. She has some infection and he's giving her tests."
"I didn't know your spaniel saw duty."
"Ha, ha, Charlie, very funny. She's paper-trained anyway."
"Touche," said Charlie." And speaking of touche, I'd like to touche you sometime, Sis. You're a succulent thing. That is, if you can handle me."
"Oh, I can handle you, Charlie. I can handle any man. Trouble is, I'd like a return on my investment. And your PR releases haven't been too good lately." She was really rubbing it in.
"Geez, you're sure putting me on the defensive. Why not try out the product? Try it, you'll like it." He snickered.
"What if I don't like it?" asked Dorothy. "It's possible, you know. And then I'll have that mental agony to deal with later. I don't want that."
"Mental agony? You sound like you're applying for a divorce. I'm good, Dorothy, I'm good. I've been telling you that for years. But you won't listen."
"I just told you, I want proof. What kind of proof can you give me? Testimony? Fern wouldn't speak for you."
"Bull-"
"Statistical? What's the percentage of times you can get it up, Charlie? What do you bat? How many homers? Runs batted in?"
"Very funny. I have no trouble. But I'm not sure I even WANT to take a castrator like you to bed with me."
"I'm not a castrator. I'm a realist. Once is not enough for me, Charlie. I'm used to good sex and a lot of it. And I'm glad to say that Ralphie is following in Roger's expert footsteps. I've had the best, Charlie. Think you can match it?"
She was wondering if she was scaring her big brother off. She would have never had the nerve to say these things years ago. She would always just quietly adore him and listen to his many tales of sexual conquest and be jealous. Now that he really wanted her, she was going to make it as difficult as possible. It would test his character, if nothing else, she thought.
She wanted to make him prove himself in bed. She wanted from her brother Charlie better than the best.
But she was willing to wait for him too. Like with any other, man, she wanted to be no easy number.
So she waited. He made no more sexual play for her that night. Nor was there' any more sexual banter exchanged. Charlie left disconsolate.
Dorothy wondered what the next step would be. She waited. And waited. He didn't come back that week. Charlie didn't come back till the following week.
The same exchange took place. And again Dorothy gave her elder brother a hard time. She was just testing him. She was seeing what his staying power was. She was testing the degree of his perseverance in pursuing a woman.
She was proud of Charlie. Charlie did not give up. Of course, being Dorothy's brother, she could hardly have rejected him anyway. Maybe as a potential lover, but never as a brother.
Still, his male ego was hurt, so Dorothy took it as a healthy, masculine sign that he continued to persevere.
That time, he got nowhere with her either. He merely rubbed his crotch again. Dorothy knew from studying the size of his basket over the years that her brother had at least an average-sized cock. Whether it exceeded normal proportions, however, was still a mystery.
Dorothy thought it over, and decided that next time she would fuck him. She thought she'd tortured him long enough.
But she let him think the seduction of his sister was his own idea. He talked a lot and she said yes to everything, and he felt very strong and sure of himself.
That was when he made his first pass. Directly. "Aw, Sis, I want you," he said. "I really do. You won't be sorry. I'll give you the very best."
She'd been batting her eyelashes at him all evening and sitting in seductive poses. She pretended to unconsciously rub her left breast, as if there were an itch on the nipple. When she poured his coffee, she rubbed up against him in a gesture of sisterly affection.
As she sat down, she spread her thighs far apart. She couldn't help it. Charlie couldn't see her, since the table and tablecloth concealed her twat.
He was really turning her on, and she knew she must have him. But she refused to make a direct appeal. That would be compromising.
So she continued to flirt and drag her tail like a peacock across the room, purr and rub like a sensual pussycat, until her brother Charlie couldn't stand it any longer.
He rose to his feet, his cock rising conspicuously in his pants, tenting up the material until it was impossible to ignore.
He held out his hands. "Come to me, Dorothy. See what you do to me?"
She didn't come, but merely looked at him, then looked at his very erect, clothed cock. And since Mohammed wasn't going to the mountain, the mountain had to go to Mohammed. Charlie came steadily forward, his arms and his stiff prick extended straight out.
Dorothy waited, patiently and excitedly. Her only complaint was that he took too long in getting there.
When he arrived, she rose from her chair and took her brother in her arms. They embraced like sister and brother. Then they embraced like long-lost lovers. Which indeed they were, if you started counting from the bathtub days of early childhood. They were not unlike May and Ralphie.
"Take me to your bedroom," crooned Charlie, coming up for breath from his first passionate kiss with his sister.
Dorothy was panting. "I can't, dear brother. You see, I think my husband and daughter are occupying that one. They've been booked for a week you know. It's kind of the Presidential suite of our house."
Charlie looked crestfallen. "Well, what do you suggest?"
"Well, let me check the reservations for May's bedroom" She unentwined herself from Charlie's arms, hands and fingers, pulled his cock out of her crotch like a plug, and marched dizzily up the stairs to survey the situation.
Charlie watched her ascend the staircase. She looked like an angel, her voluptuous curves obvious under her clothing. She wore a tight white Indian blouse, long-sleeved and transparent, with beautiful red and the blue embroidery across the bust. Her legs were clothed in white tie yoga pants. His hand dipped to his erection. He rubbed it mightily, sighing in anxious anticipation of the big lay ahead. The momentous laying of his sister. The laying on, or in, of his cock.
He watched her swaying hips as she mounted the top of the staircase. Then she disappeared to the left.
He heard her rap on a door and open it. Then her footsteps grew loud again. She appeared at the top railing and leaned over. Far. He knew, had he been on her level, he would have gotten a most magnificent view of her extraordinary tits.
But unfortunately he was no angel. Nor a bird. He would have to content himself with the real thing later.
His sister was beckoning to him. "Come up," she was saying. "May's bedroom is free."
"Oh, wonderful," said Charlie, making his way to the stairs. As he reached the top, Dorothy extended a hand to him. Arm in arm, and laughing like two children, they went off to the bedroom. They heard sounds of sex coming from the master bedroom.
"Can I peek through the keyhole?" begged Charlie. Visions of an encounter with his niece were already forming in his head. He wanted to see what the little girl looked like naked in the sack. And with her father too!
"Come, come," said Dorothy, pulling him inside the bedroom. "That can come later." She was just a bit jealous. Here she was, about to fuck her brother for the first time, and already the old codger was lusting after her daughter. You can't win, she thought.
Though she was hurt, she felt challenged as well. She would have to give him an excellent performance. To keep him coming and to keep him coming back, back to Dorothy's sack.
"Oh, run your hands over my tits," she said breathlessly, throwing back her head and letting her hair fall over her shoulders.
The invitation was too much for Charlie. He quickly forgot all about May and began the seduction of Dorothy.
Not only did he pass his hands over her lovely tits, he passed his warm mouth over them too. She nearly passed out with the erotic pleasure of having her brother's lips on her breasts after so many years of waiting. It had been a long buildup.
She was ready. She accommodated him further by pulling up her blouse and yanking up the cups of her bra, so now both were in a collar around her neck.
Her lovely tits were unleashed and fell massively to her chest.
"Ahhhhh, how beautiful," he exclaimed, and she figured he meant it. He grabbed the full, fleshy things and began massaging in earnest. It was a breathtaking sight. Her tits were prominent and protruding. Charlie wanted to bury himself alive in them. They were like dunes, and he wanted to slide down them. His lips went to them again, and gave her little hickies, little love bites, all over them. When he was through, he figured she'd look like she had the measles. After many minutes of sucking, he finally got around to the nipples.
He couldn't wait to get his cock stuffed between those massive tits. He wanted her to face him in bed, doggy style, and before she'd eat him off, he wanted to grab those hanging tits and shove his big dick between them, pushing them together around his cock.
The fantasy was too much. Brother told sister to hold her arms up while he peeled off her upper clothing. Before she could lower her arms, he got a tongue swipe at her underarms, slightly fringed with stubble.
He pulled the tie of her yoga pants, and they fell down to her knees. He pulled her lacy panties down, and there was the incredible cunt of his little sister.
Wow!
His hand went right to her bush. He ran his fingers through her curls. The pubic hair was knotty, but soft, as he liked it. One finger automatically sawed the cunt lips open. Back and forth, back and forth he rubbed it, till he felt her wetness.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, and grinned. Dorothy thought he looked painfully boyish. Going, going, gone was that salesman facade, and in its place was the tender look of a youngster, having sex for the first time.
Dorothy liked that look.
She spread her thighs and let him saw through her cunt to his heart's content. Then when he started aiming a finger up her juicily wet cunt hole, she arched her back and thrust her pelvis forward, squatting to accommodate that delicious finger.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, do it, do it, oh please, Charlie," she moaned. She wove back and forth. Her tits bobbed with the motion.
Charlie bent to suck her left tit again, while his fingers continued to probe her. He'd always wanted to explore her cunt. He'd always wanted to know his sister sexually.
Another hand dropped to her firm thigh and pinched and squeezed the tight, firm flesh. He couldn't wait to get his cock between them. He couldn't wait till he felt his sister's legs thrown about his back and her heels pounding his asscheeks. He wanted to feel Dorothy's nails gouge his back.
He wanted her temperature to go up, up. He wanted to send his dick flying up her pussy. He wanted his cock to taste her thick cunt juices. He wanted to plow in and out of her, set her cunt on fire.
He threw her on the bed. He could no longer restrain himself. Dorothy, too, was out of her mind. She groped blindly for his zipper and began yanking it down.
The zipper got caught, however, and Charlie, in his eagerness to be rid of his pants, ripped them off. They both laughed loudly. They were off in a flash. Dorothy pulled his shorts off. His big and beautiful cock exploded into view.
Dorothy gasped. It was a more-than-adequate, thick and meaty cock, one that would fill her completely.
She couldn't wait for that. It was more than she'd bargained for.
She stepped out of her white yoga pants that had been draped around her ankles. And out of her panties.
Now she was free. She stepped onto the bed, and while her brother still stood alongside, admiring her, she thrust her hot little pussy into his face. She wanted him to suck on it so bad.
Charlie dipped his tongue into her honeypot. Dorothy held apart her pussy lips, so he could zero right in on her clit.
Her clit rose when it was petted and whipped around so marvelously by her brother's thick and patient tongue.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned his sister weakly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, to give herself over to the reamings of her brother's tongue.
As he continued to rub his tongue against her soft pussy flesh, he sucked also. He sucked on her clit and aroused it to fever pitch. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned again, unable to contain her passion any longer.
She humped herself against his tongue. She rubbed her groin hard up and down against his hot, wet mouth. She felt his beard scrape her sensitive pussy skin. It turned her on more.
"Oh, honey, you're a honey of a brother. That feels so damn good, so damn good, I can't tell you."
From her position, she could not reach down and grab his cock, which she wanted to do. So she stood on one foot, on the mattress, and played with it with the toes of the other foot.
She finally caught it between her big toe and the next toe and rubbed it full length, till it dropped from her odd grasp. Then she toed his balls. He groaned. It was enough to keep him in a state of animated suspension. His cock stood at attention, ready to go.
Charlie continued eating her, till she was nearly on the verge of orgasm.
Then he tripped her and she fell headlong and laughing onto the bed. He tumbled on top of her.
He couldn't wait to plunge his cock into her. He tasted the sweaty juices of her chest, of the cleavage between her tit mounds.
He pushed her legs up and held onto her thighs, pressing them back to push out her whole lovely hairy groin to his view. His cockhead rubbed her pussy portals and forced its way in. She was dripping.
He pressed his advantage. He pushed his big prick all the way into her cunt channel.
"Ohhhhhhh, Charlie," moaned his sister. "You're home at last! I feel your sweet big cock all the way up! Oh, fuck me, Charlie, fuck me!"
That was just what Charlie was waiting to hear. He withdrew his cock and thrust it hard into her again. He fucked her hairy hole, plunging in and pulling out, dripping with her juices. He reached down to play with her erect little clit. He helped pull her pussy lips apart, so the shaft of his prick could rub against it. She moaned her appreciation.
He grasped her asscheeks and clenched them tightly. He pinched her flesh there, loving the feel of the womanly flesh in his fingers.
Then he plowed home. He thrust and thrust till her orgasm burst out of her groin, carrying with it the spasms and the juices of utter fulfillment.
As Dorothy was still moaning and whimpering her pleasure, Charlie kept thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he was driving his cock home furiously.
He trembled in pleasure and his jism poured out of him. He filled her up till she was running over with his milky come.
He kept fucking until he was empty. Her tight cunt muscles squeezed him dry.
He fell on top of her, burying his face in her breast flesh. He was soon snoring.
Dorothy rubbed his back. She scratched his back lightly with her fingernails. She held Charlie tight across his massive shoulders.
It was good to be holding her brother tight. It was good to have him in her arms.
She heard her daughter tiptoe barefoot down the hall to the bathroom. Dorothy smiled serenely. Both mother and daughter were being fulfilled that night. Only poor Ralphie was alone.
She felt badly for him. When there were other couples fucking in the house, other fucking couples, that is, it was always hard to be odd man out. She would have to go in and comfort him later.
She heard May return to the master bedroom. The door closed.
Charlie stirred in his sleep. She kissed him on his soft lips. He kissed her back and fell asleep again.
He was exhausted. And he was sleeping soundly. It was a deep, relaxing sleep.
When he awoke, it was with a start. "Whew!" he said, raising his head and rubbing his eyes. He rolled off Dorothy. She rubbed his smooth, solid bicep with the back of her hand. Then his dormant prick.
"What's the matter?" she asked him warmly.
"Nothing," was his answer. "Except that I better be going. Gee, I was sleeping so soundly, and suddenly I had another incredibly erotic dream."
"That's nice," said Dorothy, convinced it was the aftermath of their fuck.
"Well-" began Charlie. He was going to tell her, then changed his mind. "I better get dressed."
Dorothy was glad he was going. She was anxious to get in with her son. If Ralphie was going to have wet dreams that night, she wanted to be there to receive them. She thought that's what a good mother should do.
She dozed off while Charlie dressed, and didn't hear May get up again and go downstairs for something to eat. Sex with her father gave her a gigantic appetite. Her midnight visits to the icebox were now an institution.
Charlie opened the bedroom door. His sister opened her eyes and smiled. She reached out her arms. "Come say good night to me, brother dear. It's been such a pleasant visit." Her hand rubbed all over her lovely, mature body. She felt so sensuous.
Charlie came back, planted two kisses on her, one on her lips, and one on her pussy bush, and waved good-bye. Dorothy dozed again. She didn't hear the voices downstairs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
May was startled when Charlie entered the kitchen. She had only her mini-pajamas on. The bottoms were bikini and the top was full and blousy, easy for a hand to reach up. Her little tits showed through.
Charlie could hardly resist. He controlled himself.
"Hello, May," he greeted her.
She whipped around from the icebox, where she had selected two thick slices of juicy roast beef left from supper. Her little tits bobbed. "Charlie, are you still here?" she gasped.
She tried to compose herself and went to the table. She spread out the bread, butter, mustard and lettuce so they were all within easy grasp. Then she sat down.
"Join me?" she asked politely, hoping he wouldn't. She wanted it all for herself. She was famished.
"Don't mind if I do," he said, settling his body in a chair.
May got up and fetched the whole platter of roast beef. And Charlie dug in.
"You look lovely tonight," he said, between mouthfuls. It was more public relations than anything else.
"Thank you, Uncle Charlie," May answered. She liked to flirt with her uncle, but now she was physically and emotionally exhausted, coming from her father's arms. Fucked out, she wanted to tell him. The sight of another male just then only made her cringe. She wanted to eat in peace and go back upstairs and sleep. She didn't want to make any phony conversation, after coming from such an intimate world.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were those of chewing and swallowing and smacking and gulping.
"Mmmmmm," said May, shoving her chair back. "I feel better."
"Good," said Charlie, eyeing her. "I'm glad to hear that."
"Guess I'll go back upstairs now, Uncle Charlie. You can just put the stuff back in the frig and let yourself out. Okay? Good night."
May turned on her heel and had nearly escaped when her uncle swallowed the mouthful that had prevented him from speaking quickly. "Hey, wait a minute."
May turned, her eyes blazing. "What?" she said impatiently. "Charlie, I have to get up and go to school tomorrow."
"You can stay and talk to me a minute," he said. "Sit down. Come on." He patted the table in front of him.
"Sorry, gotta go." May exited, and Charlie glimpsed her long, slim, bare leg and her tiny, tight and tempting ass disappearing around the corner.
After his sister welcomed him to her bed so willingly, Charlie couldn't bare the humiliation of a rejection that evening. The warm glow of his sister's love still hung on him. May's abrupt dismissal made him furious.
He got up and marched out after her.
She turned, seeing her uncle coming toward her. "Uncle-whatever are you-what's the matter?" His manner suddenly alarmed her.
"Come here," he commanded, as if he were talking to his secretary. He took her by the elbow and guided her into the living room, before she could protest.
She looked up at him quizzically. He sat her down on the soft sofa, near the tireless fireplace, and in front of the long windows with their closed curtains that faced out on the front lawn. One window was open slightly and let in a cool breeze. Charlie turned one dim light on in the corner.
There, he thought. The mood is perfect.
May just sat there and shook her head. "Is this a heart-to-heart talk?" she asked him. They hadn't had one of those for years, not since she'd hidden chocolate cookies in the clothes hamper. They'd gone all the way through the wash cycle, baking the clothes chocolate in the hot steamy water. Her mother and father had had it with her. They sent Charlie to bawl her out. They were afraid they'd kill her.
Now, before she could resist him, he knelt before her, placed one hand on either thigh and pulled them apart. Then his head dove to her pussy, arid before she could pull away, he started sucking through the fabric of her bikini pajamas.
"Ohhhhh, Uncle Charlie," she half shrieked, half moaned, "Whatever are you doing?" It was more than she could take for one evening.
The pressure of her uncle's expert mouth on her crotch was warm and moist, like hot steam. It felt good, and she stopped protesting a minute, holding his head and scrunching further down. She thought a little wouldn't hurt. A little would go a long ways.
"Ohhhhhh, Uncle," wassail she could moan. The pleasure was hurting her. It was intense. She couldn't deny she liked it. She didn't want him to stop.
That was all right with him, because he didn't want to either. When he heard no more protests, he knew he'd been given the green light. That was when he put his finger under the elastic leg and inched his way into her sweet, soft pussy. Oh, the flesh felt so tender there. So new. So unexplored (except for members of her family).
Uncle Charlie was bent on getting his share.
He pulled down the waistband of her bikinis and exposed the few new pubic hairs to his view. He stared at it in the dim light. "Oh, May, honey, my dear sweet little niece, how lovely you are there. You'll let your uncle rub and suck on it some more, won't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued his probing and exploring of this new, potential conquest.
May had started to say no, but she couldn't resist her uncle's finger and mouth on her. Her body said yes.
Well, she thought, somewhere in the dim light of a part of her mind not given over to sexual enjoyment, I'll let him suck and whack me off. Then I'll go back upstairs to Daddy.
She leaned back and enjoyed it then. Her uncle's tongue was first-rate. He probed her cunt like an expert.
His expertise astonished May. He really knew how to get his hot, wet tongue in there and work it over. She felt her cunt hole expand readily under his tongue-touch.
His tongue muscle whipped her little clit around. Then he sucked hard on it, never failing to flip her clit back and forth, back and forth, until she was dizzy with passion.
"Here, let's get these off," said her Uncle Charlie when he knew he had her. He pulled and tugged at her bikini panties until he got them off her slim legs. The sight of her naked torso was almost too much for him. His dick hurt. His balls ached. He tried to control himself. He wanted to give her much pleasure first. Then she might let him take his own.
A door opened suddenly from upstairs.
May froze.
"Who's down there?" called her mother.
"Just me, Ma. I couldn't sleep." May rolled her eyes. Dorothy would never have understood. May had no idea where Uncle Charlie had just been.
"Hurry to bed, dear, it's late."
"Yes, Mother."
They heard her open another door and close it. May knew it was her brother's room. That was the master plan for the evening. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. She was very fond of Ralphie.
May tried to forget it. And concentrate only on what was happening between her legs at this moment. Thank God she had Uncle Charlie to distract her.
Her uncle was holding her tight by her fleshy thighs and asscheeks, roving his tongue all over the place.
He implanted it in her fair pussy, sent it in and out of her moist, tight hole till her little cunt fairly throbbed with rising sexual pleasure.
She held tightly to his strong arms. "Oh, Uncle Charlie," she moaned plaintively. "Oh, it feels so good, oh, you make me feel so good. Oh, I'm getting so high. Oh, bring me, Uncle Charlie, honey, baby, please bring me!"
Her little blond head was tossed back and her mouth was open. Her lips were parted sensuously, and when Charlie rolled his eyes up once to look at her, he thought there was no better place to implant his prick than in that sweet hole.
He continued to suck on her juicy cunt. It was such a delectable treat, this young pussy, that he wanted to go slowly, he wanted to savor it to the fullest.
It was a wonderful dessert after his roast beef sandwich. He sucked her till he heard her breath come in longer and longer inhalations.
She began grabbing his hair and pulling it in her growing frenzy. "Oh, go, Uncle, go, go, ooooh, more, oh, suck me more, oh, ain't it wonderful?"
May felt so out of it. All she could feel, all she was conscious of, was her dear uncle doing some terrific salesmanship on her needy little pussy.
"Oh, be good to my little pussy, Uncle, oh, pet it, lick it, oh, it feels so good, OH, OH, OHHHH, oh, Uncle Charlie, oh, OHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHH, EEE, AIGGHHHGHGH, ohohoh-ohohoh!" And May came down from her extraordinary high, her cunt ravaged with swollen juices, her body trembling all over in the aftermath of orgasm.
"Oh, honey, May, you feel so wonderful when you come. I felt your juices spurt. I did, I tell you." He sucked on her a little longer, not wanting to part from the sweet-salty musty and musky flavor of her pussy.
"Hold me, Uncle Charlie, don't let me go." She held tight to his shoulders and felt his arms enclose her thighs. In a minute she would be ready to go upstairs.
"I can't wait to put my prick up you, sweetheart," said her uncle, hardly able to contain his lust for her any longer.
"What?" said May, uncertain she had heard right. She wanted to just be given head and run. She didn't want to go through with things.
"Oh, wait till you've rested, dear. It's okay." His breath was already coming short and sharp.
She could feel it on her legs. She tried to move. "I want to stretch, Uncle Charlie."
"Okay, dear, I can allow you that, I guess." He loosened his hold on her. She got up and stretched. "I can't wait to put my hot cock up that steamy little cunt of yours, child." He reached up to finger her hole again and she moved an inch away.
"Let me rest a little, Uncle," she said. She had no intention of letting him fuck her that night.
"Don't rest too much, heh, heh," said Charlie, "time's awasting." His cock was smoldering in his shorts. To give himself some relief, he unzipped his fly and put his hand down his shorts. He took hold of his tool.
That gave it some comfort.
"Want to see my cock now?" asked Charlie.
"Uh, well, maybe just one look, Uncle Charlie." And then I have to go to bed! she thought. I've had enough hanky-panky for one night. Besides, Daddy's waiting for me.
This bouncing from bed to bed was confusing her. She would awake nights and hardly remember whom she'd gone to bed with. One male body was fast becoming much like another.
Charlie took his cock out. Or let it spring out! It was large and hard.
"Ohhhh," said May thoughtfully. She put her hand down and fingered it. "It's a nice cock, Uncle Charlie. You should be proud of that cock. Now, I've got to go to bed."
With one step, she eluded his grasp and walked rapidly to the stairs.
"Now, wait a minute," said Charlie, calling after her. His cock, too, leapt in her direction. "Aren't you going to do anymore?" He looked like a small child whose friend just threw his sucker in the dirt.
He sat on the floor. "Come back here!" he commanded sharply. "Or I'll tell your mother where you've been."
"Oh, she won't care," said May saucily, tossing her head. "She's been whoring around herself. It's nothing to her." Like hell, her mother wouldn't care that Uncle Charlie had just given her head! she thought.
Just then, Uncle Charlie sprang to his feet and ran after her. His cock scouted the way in front of him.
He cornered May by the staircase.
"No, Uncle Charlie," she said in a stage whisper. "Don't. I can't. I've really gotta go to bed. Really."
"It's not nice to do that to your Uncle Charlie," said Uncle Charlie with a petulant look on his face.
"Well," said May sardonically, "go home to your wife. She'll take care of you."
"Watch your language, child. My wife doesn't have to pick up another woman's pieces. I do not expect my wife to service me. Now, you get over there on that sofa, young lady, and spread those legs."
"What nerve you have, Charlie. I didn't get you into this. You did. I don't have to do a fucking thing." May was getting angrier. She was angry enough now to take on anyone, even her uncle.
"Yes, you DO have to do a FUCKING thing. You have to do precisely a FUCKING thing. Now, get over there and plant your sexy little bod down there, and let's let your dear uncle have a go at you."
"Oh, Uncle Charlie. You're so crude. So crass." May stamped her foot and tossed her head.
"You look cute when you get angry," said Uncle Charlie. That line was from his storehouse of bullshit. He had a line for all occasions. He'd been in very nearly every occasion possible with a woman.
And it served to defuse her anger. She liked it when a man told her she was sexy. It quelled her doubts about herself.
Uncle Charlie took that moment to seize her hand and lead her back to the sofa.
But she pulled away again and ran past the fireplace and around in back of the sofa.
"Get back here and lie down this instant!" said her uncle.
"No! I will not! Are you crazy? You're a man, Uncle Charlie, and I'm just a little girl. A kid! Your niece!"
May stood behind the sofa, not knowing which way to turn. She was frightened. She felt like she was between the devil and the deep blue sea. She looked one way and then the other. She didn't know which way her uncle was going to come around the sofa.
At the same time, she was giggling. She was nervous and excited. It was like a childhood game. And there was another wolf at the top of the stairs, in the form of her mother, who wouldn't want her messing around with Uncle Charlie.
Suddenly her uncle came one way and May sped the other way. Now they were at opposite ends. Charlie was panting, bent on catching his niece, and May was giggling uncontrollably. The giggles were nearly making her lose the energy that she could have escaped with.
"May, what's happening down there?" Her mother's voice rang loud and clear through the hallway from upstairs. "Is Charlie still here? Is he down there?"
May didn't answer at first.
"May?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Should I come down?"
"No, Mom. It's okay."
"Get to bed."
"Yes, Mom."
Charlie was breathing heavily. May was rather enjoying the game. But she still wanted to race for the stairway and get up before her uncle could head her off.
She wanted no more sex that night. Or did she? Her uncle stood across the room with his cock hanging out. It looked like a lovely cock, one that could satisfy her.
Her little wet cunt, having been brought to climax once by her uncle, could use a deep probing with his cock as well. May began thinking about how that would feel. She spread her legs slightly, enough to allow his phantom prick to enter her.
She did that only for a moment, but it was two seconds too long. Uncle Charlie had made it halfway around the sofa again, so that they were now only separated by a quarter of the distance around the sofa.
And in her panic, May started running the wrong way! She ran right into her uncle's arms.
"Oh, no, no, let me go, let me go this instant, you stupid-" till he'd kissed her.
He thrust his hot cocklike tongue into her mouth and held it there, stuffing her cavity full of his hot, writhing muscle until she would be so hypnotized by it, she wouldn't want to pull away.
"No, Uncle Charlie, glub-blub." She was drowning in tongue. "Lemme-uh, oh, mmmm ... " She couldn't help herself, but automatically began sucking on it.
Charlie took that opportunity to seize her sensitive little tit and rub and rub it with his large, hot hand. He deftly and expertly fingered the nipple. He pinched and pulled it till it was quite erect. He mauled her tit until May was swooning. Her body was pressed next to his. It was enfolded in his. Every square inch of her, in front, was rubbing Uncle Charlie. And her own body was betraying her.
Then Charlie had another bright idea. His hand descended to her twat, and scooped up her pussy. He cupped it and rubbed it and massaged it and by that time, May was a dead duck. She was a sucker for every assault made by her seducer.
She made a slight movement to spread her thighs more, and Charlie sensed it. He thought he had her.
His hand traveled around her buttock and cupped her pussy from the rear. He thrust his hand between her lower cheeks and then forced her upper thighs further open. His finger thrust up her cunt hole.
"Ow," moaned May.
"Relax," said Charlie.
"Mmmmmm," said May. Her cunt muscles accepted the foreign object almost immediately.
She groaned, and unconsciously began riding up and down on Uncle Charlie's finger. Stark naked, she raised herself up on tiptoes and rammed down on his finger.
"Ohhhhhhh, Uncle Charlie, oh, that feels so good." She stretched and stooped, stretched and stooped. She was a blur. A human piston.
"Honey, you just go right ahead and enjoy yourself." Charlie was cagey. Charlie knew what he was doing. He began edging her toward the center of the sofa.
When he nearly had her there, just about the same time she was reaching her peak, he laid her down and stripped his pants and shorts quickly off.
By now, of course, May was begging for his hot cock up her cunt. "Oh, please, Uncle Charlie, hurry, oh, do it, oh, please hurry and do it!"
She spread her legs and thighs far apart, bending the knees and raising them far up. She couldn't wait for him, so she began rubbing her pussy herself. ,
"Naughty, naughty. Can't you wait for your dear uncle, May? Can't you wait for your uncle's sweet, sweet cock up you? I know what I'm doing. I'll get there. Just be patient."
By now, his clothes were in a heap at the foot of the sofa, and he was mounting her. He was dizzy with passion. There was nothing he wanted to do more in that moment than to plunge his hot dick, dripping with pre-come fluid, right up his niece's twat.
And he did just that. And he had her begging for it. She was so wet, he slid right in. Her cunt was greased with her own natural lubricant.
"Oh, more, Uncle, oh, do it more! Please fuck me! Oh, please!" May liked his cock. It was nice and thick. Maybe not quite as long as Daddy's, but almost, and Uncle Charlie really knew how to use what he had between his legs.
He pushed in and pulled out slowly, very, very slowly, at first. Then his thrusting motion became more rapid. He plowed in and out of her, leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more.
May couldn't believe what was happening to her. She spread her thighs as far as she could and closed her eyes. She just let him do it. She just let him fuck her. She let him take his pleasure between her legs. She let him have his way, because his way was her way too.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me!" said the thirteen-year-old girl, so new to sex and yet so experienced. She was loving sex more and more each day.
She trust her hips up each time to meet Uncle Charlie's downward plunge. He really let his cock rip into her. With each of his thrusts she gasped. The pleasure was all-consuming. Her cunt muscles rippled as the cock muscle charged in. They clasped and held it tight as it pulled out, giving the hard cock muscle a good massage. Charlie groaned and prayed he could last.
May was one of the best lays he had ever had. She was certainly the youngest. And there was something about her sweet naivete, her youthful passion, that simply bowled him over. When she was aroused, there was no stopping her. She became passion itself. She gave into it completely.
She wasn't a child, she was past the age and stage of being a child, but she looked so young, since her little tiny tits had barely raised their sweet nipples and her pussy had hardly showed its pubic hair, that when Uncle Charlie fucked her, it was almost like fucking a child.
And that turned him on.
Of course, the fact that it was his niece, his own sister's youngest child, was an added turn-on.
Only a few years ago, it seemed, he had tugged on her piggy tails and was chagrined when she had had them cut. It was the first outward sign that she was leaving her girlhood behind.
Then came the sudden spurt of growth. She grew four inches in a year, and she began curving outward as well. Only slightly, but discernably.
He had begun flirting with her, as he flirted with all young women. But he'd kept his distance from May, because she was his niece, and because she was so damn young. It was just a game with him.
And every time he flirted even slightly, he would get a dirty look from his sister Dorothy, that said: "Hands off, you dirty old man."
So he grumblingly had kept his hands off, until he'd heard of the recent hands-on policy in the Thompson family. Thereafter he hung around, and his hanging around paid off.
Just now, his fucking thrusts were frozen in limbo. He was holding on with all his might. Suddenly May squeezed hard with her cunt muscles.
"Oh, don't do that, don't do that, little May," said her uncle, startled. "It's killing me. I can hardly hang on. Wait!"
And little May tried not to make a movement or a sound, which was difficult since she wanted him to fuck her so hard.
He waited nearly a minute before thrusting into her again. The he stopped once more. She was such a hot little number that he found it difficult to maintain his cool.
"Please, Uncle Charlie, please, don't stop! I want you! I need you!" May was pleading. Her eyes were closed, but her cunt was open, wide open.
It was gaping and wet. It needed her uncle's cock very much. It needed it to plunge right up her, way up her. She was in such need, she was practically crying.
She began whimpering. There were no tears. Just a dripping and needy cunt.
"Okay, okay," said Charlie, giving in to her. "Here goes." And he began thrusting, very slowly, so as not to arouse his nuts too much.
But they stirred anyway. "Ohhhhh," moaned Charlie, feeling his dick get rock hard, the blood throb in his veins, and the surge of jism pour out of him as his spine stiffened and his body spasmed.
May felt him shake and thrust. At the same time, she thrust her pelvis forward. She banged her groin against his. She humped herself against his cock, bringing herself off with him.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out. "Ahhhhhhhhh!! Aighghghg!! MMMMM! OHHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Her temperature rose. Her cunt was hot and tingly and itchy. Then her passion burst forth, releasing her fully. The nerve endings in her cunt exploded. She reached her peak, trembled and gasped and shuddered with the pleasure, then slid down again.
She giggled and laughed and opened her eyes. Uncle Charlie tried to plow into her several more times. But after pumping his jism into her, he was sagging, depleted.
She held tight onto her Uncle Charlie's shoulders, not wanting him ever to leave her. Her thighs gripped his like scissors.
But in a moment, he was sitting up, saying he had to leave. "I'm sorry, but your mother might come down. I don't want her to find me here." He pulled himself off of her.
"Well, you weren't worried about that before." May frowned.
"Well, you had me pretty hot before, May," said her uncle, starting to dress.
"Don't leave yet, Uncle Charlie. Fuck me again." May tried to hold on to him.
"No, child." Charlie was pulling his pants on now.
"Oh, why do you do this to me? Make me all hot and then leave!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
It was pretty dark, but he saw her. Her slight, naked body was outlined against the sofa. Her lovely face was screwed up in anger.
"May, you can go right into the arms of your father."
"Thanks a lot. What do you think I am, a whore?" May sat up, stubborn and petulant. "I don't expect him to finish what you started!"
"Don't bother your pretty little face about his," he pleaded. "I've a wife to go home to, don't forget."
"But you shouldn't love and leave a girl like that." May sat cross-legged, with her elbow on her knee and her chin propped in her hand.
Charlie chucked her under her chin and pinched her cheek. "You've seen too many movies," he said.
She attempted to smile, but the result was a near sneer.
"I'll be back," he promised, and finished buttoning his shirt and donning his jacket.
"Don't bother," she said, getting up and walking to the stairs. Then, remembering she'd worn pajamas down, she returned to the living room to look for them. She ignored her uncle. She wouldn't so much as look at him.
"Come on, May. It's not that bad. Look, I'll bring you something next time. Anything. What would you like?" He patted his rear pocket to make sure his wallet was there. He was searching his mind to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
May didn't say anything at first. She found her bikini bottoms behind the sofa, and the top on the floor by the fireplace.
She pulled them on. Then she looked at her uncle. Just below his eyes. "Anything?"
"Anything," he answered, pleased that he had gotten a response from her. "You know I'm a salesman. What I don't sell, I can get for you wholesale."
May snickered. What she wanted she didn't think he could get wholesale. "I want a dildo," she said directly, then wheeled around and marched toward the stairs. "It's better than yours!"
She did not look back.
"That little snippet," she heard him say before he slammed the front door behind him.
She stormed up the stairway. She didn't give a damn about her Uncle Charlie. She wanted a man who was going to be by her side all night.
She wanted a man to wake up beside and who plugged her while she was still drowsy.
She liked that warm, musty sweaty smell of a lover in the morning, whether it was her father or her brother.
When her Uncle Charlie left, she felt cheated and empty. Then and there, she vowed never to have a man again who left her before the night really began.
She wondered if that was the way with some men. She secretly thanked Uncle Charlie for teaching her a lesson.
When she entered the master bedroom, a shaft of light from the hallway fell across the big bed.
Daddy lay there, a sheet tucked around his groin. May smiled.
How she loved sleeping next to her daddy.
She removed her shortie pajamas and closed the door. She slipped in beside the older man. He stirred in his sleep only long enough to take the little arms thrust around his middle and to hold them tight, till he and May were fast asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning at the breakfast table, while the children were still upstairs dressing, Dorothy confided to her husband her fears that Charlie and May had had a midnight fling the night before.
"Maybe you're just jealous," said her husband, cutting a piece of French toast and dipping it in syrup.
"Why should I be jealous?" asked his wife, gulping her coffee to conceal her jealousy.
"Now, Dorothy, you've always had the hots for your brother, you know that." He plunged the piece of syrupy toast in his mouth and chewed it pleasurably.
"Well," she said, "now that you put it that way, I'll have to tell you something else, dear." Her husband, although she was not sleeping with him lately, was her closest confidante.
"What's that?" asked her husband curiously. He never particularly cared for Uncle Charlie, but long ago begrudgingly accepted him as a necessary part of the family.
"We made love last night!" Dorothy's eyes glowed.
"What?" said Roger, choking on the same piece of French toast. He had a sudden vision of a car running over Uncle Charlie.
"Yes, dear, you heard me. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Well, was it wonderful?" Roger took another bite of toast before he could throw up.
"Oh, yes, honey, it was terrific. I mean, I'd had so many ideas and thoughts and fantasies about fucking my brother, about how big his cock was, and just what it would be like, that I thought I'd try it."
"And how does Charlie's cock compare to Charlie's mouth?" Roger was trying his best to contain his acid remarks, but found it not easy.
"Darling, you're really being too rude. He was fine. He was every bit as good. Not quite ten inches, but a good seven, I'd say. And good technique too. Trouble is ... "
"What's that?" Roger's face brightened.
" ... May was downstairs when he went out, I think. I couldn't be sure, because I dozed off ... "
"In post-sexual euphoria, no doubt. I mean, he fucked you to sleep, right?"
" ... and there was a lot of talking and noise, like he was chasing her around, or she was chasing him around ... " Dorothy ignored him. " ... and I called downstairs, but she denied anything was happening, and since she didn't confess to being in any trouble, I left them alone."
"And you were jealous," finished Roger, finishing his meal off. "Come to think of it, I am too. She must have gone from his arms into mine. Why, that little cunt!"
"Shush, Roger, don't call her that. She's your daughter."
"That little cunt of a daughter of mine. I thought I'd raised that kid differently. What the hell does she see in the likes of Charlie?"
"Darling, she's only thirteen."
"Right. Doesn't know any better."
"Thanks!" said Dorothy. "I didn't find him all that bad!"
"Yes, well, dear, what's your problem?" Her husband snorted in laughter.
"If you weren't my best friend, Roger, I'd hit you. But I don't know what to do with her, really. I fear this thing has gotten out of hand."
"Don't worry about it," said Roger. He was already plotting revenge. If Charlie could cuckold him, well, he would cuckold Charlie.
Fern, Charlie's wife, had always attracted him. She'd even flirted with him on occasion. Judging from what she'd told Dorothy, she got pleasure from Charlie only about half the time. Charlie could fuck for hours if he wanted to, according to her, or come like a minuteman if he wanted.
He controlled the bedtime situation, according to his whim, rather than considering Fern's pleasure.
Roger had always preferred not to interfere. It was their affair. But now that Charlie was venturing out of his own family territory and into Roger's, Roger decided to return the favor.
He would seduce Fern. And Roger didn't think it would be all that difficult. He would be walking into a vacuum.
Fern was not so unattractive. Somewhat plain, she fixed herself up. She took care of herself. She didn't let herself go.
She was a little on the thin side, but Roger didn't think that would turn him off. The thinner the more agile, sometimes, he figured. And her personality was most pleasant.
She was full of laughter and humor. She gave an awful lot. How she ever got hooked up with a bastard like Charlie, Roger never could figure out.
When Roger left for work that morning, he was already hatching the seduction scene.
By the time he'd stopped at an art supply store, he'd plotted the first half. And by the time he got to the ad agency, the rest was worked out in his mind. While he parked, he was whistling.
The day went by rapidly. He did mechanical after mechanical. He automatically flirted with the boss' secretary, and made eyes at the woman who sat by the window on the same floor of the building across the way.
He would have old Charlie by the balls.
And Charlie's wife by the tits!
At four o'clock he called Fern at her office. Could she have a drink with him after work? he asked her. He had something personal to discuss with her. She was delighted. They agreed to meet at Mr. Jonathan's, a posh little cocktail place.
Fern was radiant when Roger greeted her under the awning. He held her at the waist and pecked her on the cheek. Probably no one had given her that much attention in a coon's age, thought Roger.
"Let's go in," he suggested. "You look terrific."
She had on a white ruffly blouse, that added to the bulk of her small breasts, and a short red skirt. When they sat down on a plastic-covered couch and ordered drinks, her skirt rode up her thigh, and Roger wanted to bite her there.
Instead he just eyed it respectfully and let her see him eye it. She blushed.
"How's Charlie?" asked Roger pleasantly, hoping the bastard would get hit with a bowling ball.
Roger smiled to himself at the picture in his head. Then he chuckled. Fern looked at him questioningly. She was smiling, but she looked hurt.
"I'm not laughing at you," he said. "I just had a funny thought."
"What's that?" she asked, her smile deepening.
"I-I just had this crazy idea that we should go run off somewhere together."
"Oh, that's not funny!" said Fern, her smile fading.
"I'm sorry," said Roger, thinking he'd blown it.
"It's not funny at all. I think it's a wonderful idea!" Fern grasped his hand and her eyes glowed.
"You do?" asked Roger, astonished. Now he was wondering what he was getting himself into.
He wanted to pull his hand away, but it was too late. Besides, he had her where he wanted her. He just had had no idea that it would be so easy.
"I've always wanted to go to Martinque," she said.
"Never heard of it," said Roger. "Besides, I don't want to go far. Let's start at home." He tried to be positive. "Get to know each other, you know?"
"Sure, Roger," she said, nodding. Then her face fell. "But where?"
"I don't know," said Roger. "All the beds at our house are taken." He thought of his naked daughter. "Several times over."
"Oh, what do you mean?" asked Fern, unaware of all the gossip.
"Oh," said Roger, thinking fast. "Uh, I just mean, we get bored being in the same old bedroom every night, so we all switch every once in a while. Make it interesting, you know? Don't have to look at the same old walls ... "
"Yes, how interesting," said Fern. "I think that's a good idea. I'll have to sleep in my son's bedroom sometime. I mean, without him, of course!" She chuckled embarrassedly. "I've always liked his wallpaper."
Roger took the deep-throated chuckle to mean that she had the hots for her fifteen-year-old son. Unconscious, of course. Well, Ricky, his nephew, wouldn't be such a bad choice. Not a bad kid at all, and pretty good-looking, thought Roger. He certainly didn't take after his old man.
Roger had to map out the evening quickly in his mind, before she lost the nerve. But he bit. "Uh, what's the wallpaper like?" He sipped his martini.
"Baseball bats." Fern chomped on a handful of peanuts and crossed and uncrossed her legs.
"I see," said Roger, nodding. Poor frustrated woman. He would be sticking bats in her before the evening was over.
"I just thought, Roger. We could do it in our back yard. After dark, of course." Fern's eyes grew large. She clutched at her blouse. "There are lots of trees and the neighbors can't see over the fence. It's very safe."
"Terrific," said Roger. "I'll drive you home, park down the street, you go in and get a blanket and I'll meet you out in back."
"Oh, Roger, it'll be wonderful! It's just what I need to perk up my married life. A lover."
They had several more drinks. By the time they left Mr. Jonathan's, they were high and the sun was low. They drove the several miles out to Charlie and Fern's.
It was nearly dark when they arrived. Fern snuck up on the front porch and retrieved an old Army blanket. While she tiptoed down the front steps and around in back, Roger parked the car and walked up the alley.
"Psst," called out Fern, as Roger nearly went past. He'd never come upon their house from the back at this hour of the night before.
She welcomed him with open arms, under the old oak tree. The tree was large and squat with lovely, protective, overhanging branches.
Right beside it was a weeping willow tree. It was there that Fern decided would be the best hidden natural bed. They could make mad, passionate love under its long branches.
There was a light or two on in the house. Charlie was up in his study, planning on which clients to visit the next day. Ricky was attempting to do his homework at the desk in his bedroom, beneath his batty wallpaper.
Fern knew all these things and pondered them in her heart. She felt the slightest twinge of guilt at being outside in the back yard with her brother-in-law, instead of inside with her husband and son.
She'd never done this before. It was a new thing for her. She had never fucked-out on her husband before.
But the idea of fucking Roger, whom she'd always secretly adored, was overwhelming. It was an opportunity she could not pass up.
"Roger, darling, how are you? Oh, it's so good to see you." She cupped his head in her hands and kissed him. His lips were sweet and tangy, with a slight odor of his three martinis.
The odor of alcohol only served to turn her on more. They sat down on the blanket Fern spread, and smoked a cigarette. They had to keep their voices very low.
Roger was already biting her upper arm. Luckily her sleeves were short. There was just enough flesh there to be pleasing.
The arm of the hand with the cigarette encircled her waist, and he leaned to kiss her.
He tongued her warmly between her lips.
"Oh, Roger, you're wonderful," she sighed. She felt his hand creep over her thigh and into her pussy. It inched up her thigh and under her short red skirt.
She moaned, anticipating the wonderful things that were about to happen to her.
She bit on Roger's ear and tongued in and out of it, all along the inner crevices and behind it, making him go crazy. Her hand went to his cock, which was ready to burst its seams.
She pried down his zipper and ran her hand inside. She was panting, aching to get her hands on his tool. She was high and horny.
She had never been unfaithful and wanted to free herself of that stigma. It would only be a matter of minutes now.
A cool evening breeze lifted her skirt high. Roger seized the opportunity to go down on her. He fell headlong into her crotch, and peeled her lacy panties down her thighs.
When he saw her magnificent little pussy, his heart melted. He patted it all over to make sure it was real. Then he pried her pussy lips apart, as Fern separated her own thighs quite willingly.
She moaned as his finger found her hole and thrust into it. Her eyes closed. She grabbed his other hand and sucked on one of his fingers, sliding down to a supine position.
They stubbed out their cigarettes in the grass. Fern opened her eyes to see the new moon overhead, a slim crescent that boded a new future for her.
Just before his mouth went down on her pussy, Roger's hand groped for the buttons of her blouse, practically ripping them off in an attempt to get at her little tits.
Fern's tits were not unlike his daughter's, Roger discovered when he finally exposed them to view.
That thought turned him on as he began blindly fingering them, playing with them, feeling the tiny little nipples erect right under his fingertips.
Something else was erecting too. His tongue and lips had found her little love bud. His hot wet tongue was probing it to action. It stood up and saluted under the caresses of his tongue. He whipped around the little cocklike projectile and made Fern moan with pleasure.
If only her husband could see her now. If only he would look out the window and see another man giving her all the sexual happiness in the world, maybe he would be taught a lesson.
Roger took her long, slim thighs and put them on his shoulders. Then he gripped her buttocks and sucked and sucked on her cunt hole.
His own tumescent prick was hurting but Roger was trying to ignore it and bring Fern off first. Fern had grabbed his dick before and touched it and whacked it a few times, before his own hot tongue pressure caused her to forget his cock.
He couldn't wait till she got her hand on it again. The sooner he brought her off, the sooner he could take his own pleasure. He was prepared to slap a hand across her mouth in an effort to silence her, should her pleasure be too much and her screams too loud.
Roger couldn't take a confrontation with Charlie just now.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, nooooo, Rogerrrrr," Fern was moaning. She seldom had oral sex with Charlie. And she loved it so. It was one of the ways she could come completely and satisfactorily.
And she intended to make the most of it. She thrust her pussy again and again in her brother-in-law's face, pressing hard, pressing harder onto his tongue, onto his lips.
She felt his hot, stiff, writhing tongue muscle plunge in and out of her hole. She impaled herself on his tongue. She would die there, on his stake, if need be. Such was the incredible pleasure she was receiving.
She rode up and down on his mouth, scraping her sensitive, aroused little love bud again and again against his tongue tip and teeth. Every time, her little clit throbbed and sighed with pleasure.
She was getting higher and higher. She clutched the old Army blanket, digging her nails into the woolen fabric. She began moaning deep in her throat, a good indication that she was going to come any minute now.
She saw the fronds of the weeping willow sweep back and forth above them. The sight of the moon and the coolness of the breeze on her face made her feel like she was a nature girl. She was a part of nature. It was her identity, her calling. Charlie had never made her feel like this before. She wondered if she should get a divorce and marry Roger.
"Ohhhhhh, Roger, ohhhhh, honey," she was moaning. She wanted to come. She wanted to come badly. She wanted to come in his mouth, spurting her cuntal juices there. She wanted to hump herself on his sucking mouth until she'd exhausted herself.
She felt her pleasure on the rise. She felt her itchiness get itchier. She scratched her cunt against his mouth and tongue and teeth. He scratched her itch.
She felt herself rising. She felt her passion sailing across the sky.
"Ohh, ohh, ohhhh!" she was calling out, moaning softly at each exquisite plunge of his tongue.
She felt herself rise and burst then. She moaned loudly. She didn't care who heard. She had no m. control of herself then. She had to gasp her deep pleasure out. She didn't want to inhibit it. "Oh, honey, Roger!" she sang out, laughing and clinging to his head. "Oh, don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, eat me, eat me!"
And she came not once, but twice. And Roger kept on sucking. The tension had drained out, had evaporated from her body. She was giddy with the pleasure that had washed over her. And then she came again.
She kept humping herself against his mouth. Then he inserted one finger up her cunt and one up her asshole and kept sucking on her clit. He sucked and sucked. It drove her wild to have all her orifices covered. She was playing with her tits and nipples and sucking on her fingertips.
She was one instrument of humping, writhing pleasure. She shook and stammered. She vibrated all over. The spasms went up and down her spinal cord.
Her heels beat a rhythm against his back. Roger sucked her cunt to the bitter end.
Finally her body quieted. Her cunt had been drained of juices. She no longer had that terrible sensitivity, that overwhelming itchiness that wouldn't go away, that wouldn't let her go on with her tasks. Roger had played with her. He'd taken the need from her. He'd satisfied her. He'd relaxed her. Her cunt no longer craved the attention of male mouth and fingers.
Now she could turn her attention to satisfying Roger. "Come here," she said, pulling him down on her. She felt warm and alive. She felt like giving him everything, everything she had. Her whole body and soul. She felt like an instrument of love.
She took his stiff dick and jacked it up and down. It was a nice, long, thick cock, one she could ride to another pleasurable high. But more than that, she wanted to bring him off. She wanted to suck his cock into her pussy and ride it and suck all the sticky, milky, creamy come out. She wanted to milk him dry.
"Ohhhhh, that feels good, Fern," sighed Roger, feeling her tiny, firm hand on his cock. She cupped his balls and rolled them around and around in the palm of her hand.
She jacked the cock up and down and was especially careful to whip the ridge and head between her thumb and forefinger. She knew he was very sensitive there.
After she jacked him for a while, Roger had other ideas. He wanted Fern to give him head. He wanted her to eat him, to suck him off.
He scrambled to his knees and placed a knee on either side of her chest. He pinched and pulled on her little nipples and bent down to nip and bite them with his mouth and teeth.
Fern giggled. Then his staff got closer and closer to her mouth. She gasped. She wondered if she could get it all inside. She opened her mouth wide. She wanted to suck on it. She wanted to cram her mouth full of his sweet meat. She wanted to be full of him. She wanted to satisfy him with her mouth and tongue and teeth and throat.
But he was so big! Could she, get him in? Could she get him down?
Roger thrust his groin forward, pressing his hot, smoldering cock against her mouth. Her little lips parted and he felt the warm steaminess of her oral cavity.
"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned. "Oh, that feels good. Oh, suck, Fern, suck!"
Fern sucked. And she sucked hard. She wanted to please him. Her lips stretched tight around his fleshy, thrusting cock. He rolled it around in her mouth. He thrust it halfway down her throat.
She gagged. But she didn't stop. She didn't stop sucking. She wanted to give him head. She wanted to give him the best head ever.
Fern rolled her tongue all over the hot cock in her mouth. She whipped it over the cockhead, she rolled it under the ridge. She wet his whole prick with the saliva from her hot, wet mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, oh, let me commmmmmmmmme in your mouth, Fern! Oh, I'm getting so hot, oh, mmmmmm!" he was moaning, thrusting faster and faster, plunging in and out of her mouth, plunging up and down his sister-in-law's throat.
She gulped to take it all. She gulped to encompass it all, every square inch of his mighty prick. As Fern sucked, she played with herself between her legs. She played with her cunt, which was getting hot and horny again, as she sucked off Roger's sexy cock.
She let him fuck her throat. She felt him expand. She felt his cock getting even harder. She knew, from the rapidity of his thrusts and the urgency of his groans, that he was going to come any minute.
She sucked harder. She held his cock even tighter between her lips. She gripped his staff harder between her fingers. She mauled his balls with her other hand.
Finally she felt the first steamy drops of jism escape his piss slit. Then another and another. She jacked hard as she sucked his cockhead. She whacked harder as her mouth and lips milked him dry.
Then came another larger spurt of creamy come into her mouth, and another and another. Oh, her mouth was filling up fast! Quarts, gallons of super-X cock fluid left the hose of his dick and entered the tank of her mouth.
She sputtered to encompass it all. She worked her lips hard to take it all in. She swallowed it. She swallowed it all. She swallowed all the dick liquid in one, two, three gulps. Finally his cock was flagging. But she was tuned up- Her motors were raring to go.
Roger pulled his collapsed dick out of her mouth and fell down, beside her. The cuddled together on the old Army blanket. Fern clung to him. She hung around his neck like a newlywed.
Roger was spent. He had quite a sucker for a sister-in-law. He wouldn't soon forget that excellent sucking job which she had given him. He could tell she'd given him her all.
He was so tired, but he forced the muscles of his mind together long enough to wonder what her insides were like, or rather what she was like on the inside. She wasn't just a shell. There was a cunt inside there. And he wanted to find it.
He would, as soon as he recovered from the first round. He wondered if they would have time. After all, she had to leave to be with her husband tonight yet. It was like having to take a coed home. There was a curfew.
Roger didn't like that very well. But it was one of the sacrifices that had to be made if you took your sister-in-law to bed. Well, at least they didn't have to go very far.
Fern and Roger lay there under the stars for a while. The thin wedge of moon had risen a foot in the sky. Roger hoped his cock would do likewise.
They pressed nakedly together. Fern loved the feel of her nearly naked body against that of her artist brother-in-law.
"Can I model for you sometime?" she asked.
"You just did," he answered, trying to think sexy thoughts so his dick would agree to another round.
"I mean, with pen and ink in your hand, or brush and oils, or whatever," she said.
"Sure," he said, but what he was thinking was that there wasn't an awful lot of time before they would have to break camp and split.
Oh! what was that? His cock was stirring! Roger was quiet, hoping he had seen and felt correctly. Yes, indeed, there it was. Only ten minutes, and his cock was ready to go again.
Fern saw it too. Her fingers closed around the little thing to help it out.
"Careful!" said Roger sharply. "Don't smother it!"
"Silly!" laughed Fern. "You're an old silly!" And she pumped up and down on his cock and made it swell up like the big top that it was.
When it was ready to take the big plunge, Fern welcomed him eagerly between her thighs. Oh, how she ached to have that huge staff up her cunt.
Roger pressed his smoldering cock inside her. She gasped. It was wonderful. It was terrific. It was fantastic. She couldn't think of adjectives enough to describe that big foreign object wedged in her pussy.
He thrust in and out of her. Her hole was so hungry. After all, it had been a whole half-hour since she'd come. She was ready for more action.
It didn't take either one of them long to come. Roger thrust his dick into her and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. The pumped and pumped. Their groins slapped together sweatily. They panted and breathed heavy with the exertion.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Fern, pale with passion, weak with wanting him so much. He was nicer than Charlie. And he was nicer to fuck than Charlie. Roger brought her more pleasure than Charlie.
"Nghnghngh!" grunted Roger, about to burst again.
"Mmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh!" moaned and groaned Fern. Their naked bodies together on the blanket under the moon looked like a giant eight-limbed insect, sweating and moaning, sweating and moaning.
"I'm going to come, Fern, honey, are you ready?" Roger spit out the words between his heavy inhalations of breath. "Can't last!"
"Yes, oh, yes, sweetie, oh, plug me, fuck me, oh, please, here I come!"
Just at the moment when Roger was spasming and bursting his thick cream inside his sister-in-law's cunt hole, and just at the moment when Fern was swollen with passion and reaching the peak of her climax, the back door banged open and a huge, bright floodlight switched on.
"Ohhhhhh!" screamed Fern, coming and panicking at the same time. She shuddered with fear and passion. Which was which, she didn't know. But the one aided and abetted the other.
"My God!" moaned Roger, knowing they were being discovered. Their position was rather compromising, too. His groin thrust forward once more and spilled the contents of his balls into Fern's sweet, soft pussy. He was afraid to look up.
"Who's there?" came the awful, commanding sales pitch voice of Uncle Charlie.
Roger held his head in his hands. How could he explain this? They weren't even getting a divorce. He expected to see the flash of a camera bulb, exposing them forever on film.
"Ohhhh, noooo!" moaned Fern. She buried her face in her fists, hoping her husband wouldn't recognize her.
"Who is copulating on my property?" yelled Charlie, shaking his fist at the top of the back steps. "I better not recognize you! Such filth occurring in my back yard! If my wife hears about this, she'll throw a moral fit!"
"Oh, ho, ho!" whispered Fern in Roger's ear.
"At least he doesn't know," Roger whispered back.
"Who goes there, friend or foe?" yelled Charlie, making the most of the dramatic possibilities.
"If we answer that one, we get hell if we are, and hell if we aren't," said Fern, knowing her husband pretty well.
"Then don't say anything," advised Roger, pulling a corner of the old dirty-brown Army blanket up over his exposed ass. "Wait it out."
Charlie didn't come forward. He merely stood at his back door and harangued them from the safe outpost. "If you aren't gone immediately, I'll call the cops."
"Sure you will," mimicked Fern. She usually didn't make fun of her husband, but she felt she had another loyal supporter now, and could afford to.
"Do we run naked like Adam and. Even through the garden?" wondered Roger aloud.
Fern didn't answer. She was watching her husband make his way down the back steps. She didn't think he had the nerve.
He started down the back walk, picking his way between the inlaid rocks, to avoid getting the dew on his trouser bottoms.
He got closer and closer. Fern was scared shitless. She kept pulling the blanket tighter and tighter around her. That left Roger with less and less blanket.
Finally he had no other recourse but to spring up and confront his brother-in-law. A good offense was the best defense, he figured.
He jumped up, nude as a baby, and stood his ground.
"Roger!" screamed Charlie, astonished. "What are you doing out here?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing," said Roger, smiling affably, as if they'd just met at a cocktail party. "Uh, my girl friend and I didn't have anywhere to go, so I thought your back yard was as good a place as any."
Roger motioned weakly to Fern on the ground, now completely embalmed in the blanket.
"Well, who is it?" said Charlie. "Do I know her?"
"Aw, she's shy," said Roger, motioning to the lumpy figure on the grass. "Have a heart."
"Oh, sure, sure," said Charlie. "Uh, care for a drink?"
"Well, no thinks, man, uh, guess we better be going. She's got a curfew, you know. Awful sorry."
"Aw, well, sorry I interrupted things!" Charlie guffawed. "Uh, I know how it is, man. Put 'er there!"
And they shook hands over the naked, blanketed figure of Charlie's wife. He turned and traipsed back to the house. The floodlight switched out, leaving the two sinners again in total darkness.
CHAPTER NINE
Truth will out, and when Fern made a wet, tired entrance half an hour later, Charlie guessed what happened and all hell broke loose.
The next day he called his older sister, Margot, from work. She was the one person he could talk to when a personal problem afflicted him. She would listen.
The only trouble was, she was as straight as a pin. She was a spinster. A virgin. When she heard the story, she froze in terror. She'd not only never heard of sex, she'd never heard of infidelity, let alone incest.
One thing led to another, and finally she had the whole story of the Thompson family's experimentations laid out for her. She was shocked. If her heart hadn't been sound, she would have had an attack.
Of course, Dorothy was her sister, her younger sister, but she had so disapproved of her getting married, that she'd never set foot in the Thompson household.
But this one time would be an exception. She promised she would brandish her moral ax and enter, to clean up the mess. She had a right. After all, she had the bodies and souls of her young nephew and niece to look after. She had to save them, before their parents inflicted terrible harm on them.
Charlie approved. He didn't divulge his role in the sexual interludes. But he would certainly stop lusting after Dorothy and May, so Roger would quite chasing Fern.
Fern was penitent. She had never seen her husband quite so affronted. She promised she would never set an unfaithful foot out of the house, so long as Charlie wouldn't leave her.
The whole family drove over to the Thompson house the following evening: Fern, Charlie, Margot and Ricky. All of them. They dressed in their Sunday best.
For Margot that was an all-black outfit she'd worn at her last funeral, that is, the last funeral she'd attended.
At the Thompson house, it was an evening like all evenings. The children had finished their homework and gone to bed early, May with Daddy, and Ralphie with Mommie. It was a household of real togetherness.
No one quarreled any more in the family, because everyone was happy. Everyone was satisfied.
The front door was unlocked and the four unexpected visitors walked right in. The downstairs was empty, so they started up the stairs.
They came up silently, soundlessly. They heard sighings and moanings coming from two of the bedrooms as they neared the top.
Margot and Charlie timed it perfectly. They each stood by one bedroom door, ready to thrust it open and let out the contents of Pandora's box. Fern and Ricky stood meekly by.
The signal came and the intruders broke in. The chaos was totally confusing, the roar or protests deafening.
Dorothy ran screaming from her son's room, clutching her slip to her nude body. "What a way to greet your sister, who you haven't seen in fifteen years!" she was whimpering. She dashed into the bathroom.
Margot saw how voluptuous her sister had become and was jealous. As she looked after her disappearing body, Roger came out of the master bedroom, unashamedly sporting an erection, still glistening with May's cunt juice. He smiled affably, shook hands all around, beginning with Charlie, and said, "Hey, man, the cops are playing the robbers tonight on cable TV. Want to watch?"
"Oh, hey, thanks, sure. Excuse me, Margot." And the two men went downstairs. Soon the television was blaring in a friendly fashion. Snap-cans popped and male voices exclaimed.
Upstairs Ralphie soon appeared at the door to his bedroom, scratching his head with one hand and his crotch with the other. He too sported an erection. "Where'd Mom go?" he asked.
"That way," said his cousin Ricky, pointing to the closed bathroom door. "Heyyyy!" Ricky had just spotted the naked body of his cousin May peeking out of the master bedroom door.
"What's going on here?" she inquired sleepily. "Oh, hi, Ricky, how are you? I thought you'd be at the game tonight."
"No, May, it's out of town. Only the first string went." His brown eyes were blued to the crack in the door, which kept getting larger and larger.
When the bathroom door opened, Margot's head turned away, and May beckoned furtively. Ricky slipped inside and the door closed.
Dorothy came out of the bathroom just then, in a robe and with her hair combed and swept up.
Margot looked around. "Where's Ricky?" she asked.
"Oh, probably downstairs," answered Fern, whose eyes were riveted on her nephew Ralphie's stiff cock. He met her gaze and grinned. Then he went back inside his room and shut the door.
Dorothy and Margot looked at each other. They broke into smiles.
"Oh, Dorothy, I'm sorry. It's so good to see you, after so many years."
"Yes, dear Margot, it is. Two sisters shouldn't be apart as long as we have." Dorothy embraced her sister and meant it. "You know as well as I do, Margot, the younger kids in a family are always more way out than the older ones. Research has been done ... "
"I s'pose I'll just have to accept that," said Margot, barely hearing. She was entranced by the blossoming of her younger sister. They walked arm in arm down the stairs.
"Stay for a snack, Margot, will you?" Dorothy was saying. "In fact, stay overnight. Visit us for several weeks. We must get re-acquainted."
When their voices were safely out of earshot, Fern looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then she rapped briskly on Ralphie's door and disappeared inside.
* * *
"Let's get married," May was saying to her cousin Ricky, who had just fucked the shit out of her. She was lying in a pool of jism.
"Silly, first cousins can't get married," he said, fingering her little cunt and her lively little tits.
"But I love you," May was saying. "More than Daddy, more than Uncle Charlie ... "
"And I love you," he protested, fingering her twat for the fourteenth time, "but the law says ... "
"Fuck the law!" said May, pouting. Why were there so many barriers between her and happiness?
"I believe you would!" said Cousin Ricky. "But you don't want to have children with four toes and seventeen fingers, do you?"
May giggled, "Two cocks?" she asked hopefully. "It's worth a try."
* * *
The Thompson family and the Lennon family got along very well after that. Roger even took Margot aside one night and let her in on the facts of life. In the morning the mattress was bloody.
When she blossomed, she was nearly as pretty as her sister. She got younger every day, under her brother-in-law's expert tutelage.
"Aunt Margot, you're lovely," said Ralphie to her one day, his hand entwined in Aunt Fern's. They'd just come from the bath.
"Why, thank you, dear boy," said Aunt Margot. "I need a new lover, boy, how about it?"
"Sure," said Fern, "take 'im. He's yours." And she thrust her nephew over to her sister-in-law. She'd been aching for Ricky.
And that's how it went in the families, who soon bought a large house jointly, so they could live together and share their mutually beneficial experiences. And they were never jealous if their lover left them, because a new one was always just around the corner of the next bedroom.
The other townspeople regarded them all as something of an oddity, and continued to marry and divorce at a rapid rate.
To prove their togetherness the Thompsons and the Lennon's nailed up a sign outside their large, rambling home. It read:
THE FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER.
And they lived happily ever after. There were no offspring, and many years later, the tomb inscription on their family plot would read the same thing.
