The pale pink lips of the child's mouth were open wide to engulf the huge brown cock. The cock's glans was purplish, silky taut, an oozing drop of clear secretion glistened at the tip, in the sudden, frozen flare of the Polaroid flash.
Hank Conrad's hand began to shake. He almost dropped the color photo. His throat was suddenly tight. His breath rasped. A strange, quivering heat bloomed in his guts. He glanced up at the mirror in the entranceway of his home. His shocked blue eyes stared back at him. He looked around for reassurance. Everything was normal-the living room with its five-year-old furniture, the gold-and-blue diamond-patterned carpeting, the pictures on the walls ...
He heard his wife, Joyce, in the kitchen, opening a drawer, closing it with a characteristic slam of nervous energy. He pressed his right arm against his side to keep his hand from shaking. He looked at the photo again. The envelope it had come in was crumpled in his left fist.
The little teenage white girl was crouching, naked, her undeveloped breasts pouting downward, her small hands clasped the big brown cock, one hand unable to circle it completely, and her pink tongue was curled out and down invitingly, her sweet young mouth open, ready to ... Her blue eyes looked directly into the camera.
Hank made a strangled, grunting sound in his rigid chest. The little girl was Suzi-his daughter!
From the kitchen: "Hank? Home?"
He slipped the photo and envelope into his suit coat pocket. He took a deep, shaky breath. "Yes!" His voice sounded odd to him. His mind kept the image of Suzi ... her pixie face, her wide blue eyes, her button nose ... He picked up his briefcase and the rest of the mail from the table beside the entranceway closet. He went into the kitchen. His heart was thudding.
Joyce was spreading creamy-thick chocolate frosting on a layer cake. Her movements were quick but erratic and inefficient. "Do you have a cold?" Her gray eyes darted to him. Her lips were thin with unconscious tension.
He cleared his throat. "No, just a frog." He couldn't show the picture to Joyce; she would become hysterical. She was unstable. He saw the loose dullness in her eyes that meant she had taken tranquilizers again.
He asked, "What's the cake for?"
"Suzi's birthday is tomorrow, remember?"
"Thirteen!"
"You make it sound like a tragedy."
"We're getting old." He slapped Joyce on her broad rump. He felt the armor of her girdle under her yellow dress. His gaze slid over her heavy bust and he wondered if Suzi would develop this way.
His mind skittered to the latent image of the photo-SHE SUCKS COCK! SHE-
"You ought to mow the backyard. And tighten the clotheslines." Joyce was concentrating on the cake. Her left hand gripped the spatula too tightly.
He nodded. There was a heat in his loins. It had been weeks since he had tried to get into Joyce. She didn't like fucking anymore, since her last miscarriage. Sex turned her off; she had soured on it. She disintegrated into wild crying fits for no reason.
Hank said, "I'll change my clothes." He turned away. He stopped and asked, "Where's Suzi now?"
"In her room, doing homework, I hope."
He left the kitchen, As he entered the hall, he felt funny in his stomach. He looked at his daughter's closed door. He heard loud rock music from inside. He stared at the door. He swallowed. Why were his guts so tight? He took a deep breath. He turned to go into the master bedroom, then abruptly jerked toward Suzi's door. He grabbed the knob, twisted, opened the door with a spasmodic lunge.
Suzi looked up from her desk. She smiled, her wide blue eyes so innocent ... so young! She flipped her long, straight blonde hair away from her triangular face. "Hi, Daddy."
Hank searched her face, met her clear, direct gaze. It couldn't be her! He said belatedly, "Hi, punkin. Isn't ... isn't that phonograph on too loud for you to study?"
"Oh, no. I'm used to it." She leaned back in her chair and stretched. Her unfinished breasts were momentarily outlined, revealed by her tightened print blouse ... and she wasn't wearing a bra! Her tiny nipples poked out clearly. She held the pose for a second-as he watched-then slumped forward again. "Want me to turn it down?"
"No ... if you can study ... " His stomach was queasy. He stood looking at her. He couldn't believe it! She was still twelve years old!
But he could see her thighs-round, creamy, still childish with baby fat, but revealed by a mi-croskirt. She was just beginning to develop! MY GOD ... MY GOD ...
"Are you sick, Daddy?"
"No ... " He backed out of her room and closed the door. He went into the bathroom and locked the door. He flipped on both fluorescent medicine cabinet lights. He took the photo from his coat pocket. It was Suzi! There could be no mistake! He studied the color Polaroid. The cock she was holding was a helluva big one! And ... he hadn't noticed before ... it was wet, glistening with wetness! SHE HAD BEEN SUCKING IT ... LICKING IT ... BEFORE THE PICTURE WAS TAKEN!
He groaned and hunched lower. His left hand sought his own cock and squeezed the growing erection that was creeping down his pantleg. His eyes flicked over the picture ... greedily absorbing details: the cheap bedroom furniture in the background, the nubby pink chenille bedspread, the green walls, the corner of a dresser mirror that showed the angled reflection of a black woman's -or girl's-naked arm. His hand massaged his cock. His eyes kept returning to his daughter's innocent face, her smiling blue eyes, and her wide-open mouth, her extended, pink little tongue ...
What should he do? He became aware of his hand on his cock. He jerked his hand away. He brought out the crumpled envelope. It was of the 100-for-49-cents kind. It had no return address. His name and address had been typed.
He couldn't look away from the photo. DID SHE GO ALL THE WAY? JESUS-DID SHE LET THAT BLACK COCK SHOOT IN HER MOUTH? DID SHE SWALLOW THE COME? Hank squeezed his eyes shut tight. He became aware of his erection again. His cock had grown long and hard in his pants. He began massaging it again with his left hand.
Damn Joyce, for cutting him off! A man needed sexual relief! She could at least jack him off if she didn't want to fuck. She could try something different and not be so prissy-pure, so old-fashioned! She could try ... sucking ... sucking him ...
Hank's tortured eyes returned, as if magnetized, to the Polaroid photo.
Late that night Joyce closed the bedroom door as she returned from the bathroom in her candy-striped pajamas, her face pale and oily from cold cream, her hair gleaming from two hundred strokes of the brush, earlier. Hank lay waiting, rehearsing his appeal. He lay under the blue blanket and flowered sheet, bathed, shaved, scented. He watched Joyce's big, sagging breasts sway and jiggle under her pajama top. She came around to the far side of the bed after having checked the alarm clock. Her eyes flicked warily at him. Her lips pressed tight together. "I'm really exhausted tonight, dear."
It was one of a half-dozen phrases she used at night, at this time, to keep him away ... to deny him. She slid into bed and reached to click off the lamp. The room was suddenly pitch black. Not tonight, you don't cut me off. He reached under the covers to her body and fondled her left breast through the cotton.
"Hank, please."
"It's been months."
"I know it's hard on you, but ever since ... I just don't feel like it!"
He sighed. He kept his hand on her body, kept squeezing gently the soft, warm, deep flesh. His cock began to surge and harden. His guts tightened. The heat came to his loins. Urgent.
"You'll have to be patient with-"
"No, damn it! I need-I've got physical needs, Joyce! God's' sake ... what do you want me to do, go look for a whore ... ?" He slid his hand under her pajama top to the warm skin of her stomach, and up onto the soft, sloping, rounded sacks of flesh, and to the big nubs that were her nipples. His mind flashed with the instant picture of Suzi's outlined small nipple, her firm, budding breasts ...
"Hank-"
"I need you, Joyce. Christ! Be my wife!" He shifted closer, up against her. His erection pressed against her thigh. He had a hard-on like iron!
"Can't you ... relieve yourself?"
He saw red. A hot rage made him grit his teeth to keep from slugging her. He involuntarily tightened his grip on her breast. She made a quick mewing cry of pain. Hank relaxed. He said brutally, "Why should I have to jack myself off? A loving, considerate wife who didn't feel like fucking would do it for me ... for her husband ... or she even ... " He couldn't quite say "suck." Not to Joyce.
Suzi's childlike mouth ... wide open ... ready to take ...
"Hank-your language ... "
The heat in his gut was rage now. Burning anger at her selfishness and inconsiderateness. Fourteen years of marriage and she wouldn't even willingly, lovingly, jack him off if he asked her to! JESUS CHRIST!
"It's about time I used some language! I'm sick and tired of being cut off! What's the matter with you? Why do you suddenly hate sex so much?"
He felt the beginning sob quake in her chest. The quick, indrawn, shaky breath ... "Shit!" He thought: Thank God Suzi's not like this! Thank God she likes sex, even if she's so young ... even if she sucks black cocks! Again the vision ... Joyce dissolved into her usual retreat-tears.
Hank realized as never before he had married a neurotic and that she was slowly, over the years, getting worse. Something was wrong with her, emotionally, deep down. His cock felt like a burning log against his leg. He wanted to rub against her softness, kiss her, fondle her lush flesh, and sink into that remembered hot liquidy cunt. It had been so long! He didn't deserve to be treated this way. He worked hard in that fucking office, gave her everything she wanted, paid the bills ... and was treated like a loathsome beast in his own bed! Made to feel guilty for being a man, for being alive ... for being NORMAL! He hunched closer to her. He roamed his hands under her pajamas. TO HELL WITH HER PSYCHONEUROTIC WEEPING! He filled his hands with her breasts. He worked her pajama top up her chest and kicked the bedclothes down.
"Hank ... no, please ... "
He used one hand to push his pajama pants down. He kicked and squirmed to get them free of his legs. His cock was flung stiffly, heavily, against her hip. He was big and fat in the genitals and he was proud of his size. The heavy feel of his long, rigid cock was satisfying to him, reassuring, an ego builder. He loved to slog it into her. He whispered fiercely, "You used to love it! The first year ... you loved it!" He remembered her as she was, fourteen years in the past: young, slender, but with full, firm breasts, giggly with embarrassment and lust as he fumbled to find her cunt, then finding it and filling her with hard man-meat so deep she shuddered and her voice caught as he gasped ... What had happened to her?
"I'm just dead down there now, Hank ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... " Sobs. Her hands covered her face in the blackness.
"Well, I'm not dead!" He pressed his face against her nearest soft, yielding breast. He breathed in the powered scent of her flesh. He found her thick nipple with his mouth and suckled on it. He pressed his loglike cock against her wide hip. He came up onto his knees. He moved over her. His left hand fumbled at her pajama string. He pulled it and opened the cotton bottoms. He began pawing them down her hips, tugging, jerking. "Lift up, damn it!"
"I don't feel good, dear ... I don't, really ... " Her voice was watery with tears.
It only made his rage more fierce. He dragged her pajamas down to her knees, and lower, to her ankles, and off. He wedged between her round, buttery thighs. He tried kissing her on the mouth but her arms and elbows were in the way. She was abandoning her dead body to him. She would not kiss him. He had to lift her knees and spread her open. He had to spit on his fingers and wet her vulva. She was dry there, cold, unaroused. He poked his cock at her down there. He crouched over her And felt the tantalizing hint of smooth, wet tissue. He reached down under and found her opening with a finger. She was lying like a carcass. Even her sobs had faded. He held his cock in position and pushed. He joggled the head in between her cunt lips and sank the glans into her.
She made small pain whimpers as the unlubricated flesh was pulled inward and rubbed by his invading thickness. Her hands moved down to her sides and he knew, sensed, in the darkness that now wasn't total-his eyes had adjusted to the streetlight radiance that filtered in through the
billowing curtains from a block away-he knew her hands were clenched fists. He gritted his teeth at the sawing discomfort that he felt, too, and worked deeper into her body. Yes, by Christ, she was warm inside after all ... and wet in there. He withdrew a bit and went deeper. Again. It was easier now ... '. deeper ... good ... deeper ... yeah ... deeper ...
"Hank, please, I'm not used to you so far in."
SHIT, he still had inches left out in the cold! He started fucking her, going as deep as he could with every thrust.
"You're hurting me!"
Would he hurt Suzi? Did she fuck"? Did she take big cocks-like that big black one? Jesus!
Hank blurted angrily, "Then why don't you try sucking me?"
She didn't answer. She started crying again. She lowered her legs to make his penetration less. It was effective. He kept on pumping into her. She was getting that old hot liquidy feel inside. He felt himself steaming up, getting that gut-boiling lust sensation ... that tingle that grew stronger and stronger, that soon took control of him and drove his naked ass faster and faster. He gasped and sweated in the cool air and clutched Joyce's breasts and wanted to drag her thighs up and bury his rigid meat in her belly.
She still lay dead and unresponsive. The dutiful corpse! He started moaning. God, it felt good ... so good after so long a wait! His mind swirled with pleasure. His cock was dipping in molten cunt ... so good ... His cock felt a yard long, pure steel ... He closed his eyes against the faint, familiar features of his wife in the darkness. His mind filled with Suzi's childlike face, her wide eyes, her mouth. He saw her smile, saw her youthful breasts, those small, tender pink nipples ... they had to be pink ... and he heard her appreciative, sensation-choked voice as he fucked her deep and fast ... "Oh, Daddy ... Oh, I love it ... "
He shivered in the grip of his lust. He slammed deeper into his wife, but his eyes were squeezed shut and his mind was in a forbidden fantasy- Suzi's plump thighs opened wider for him. "Oh, go DEEPER, Daddy!" Her wide blue eyes stared up into his, glazed with pleasure. She panted, little sweet puffs of breath against his sweating face, and he pressed into her tight, hot little cunt! OH GOD, YES! And her arms were around him, forbidding him nothing, she was utterly open to him, wanting all he had ... EVERY FUCKING INCH!
Hank grunted and spurted violently into Joyce's dead vagina. He sobbed as the orgasm, as intense as any in years, seared his mind and body. Then his vision faded ... with his pleasure ... and he rolled off his wife's unmoving body. Without a word she left the bed and went to the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWO
Hank sat in his small office, swiveling in his chair, his back to the door. He had the photo cupped in his hand. He was studying it for the hundredth time in a week. The Polaroid's corners were bent and tattered, the edges frayed and soiled. Suzi ... with that big cock in her hands ... My Suzi! Her mouth ... soft, young mouth ... she was sucking that thing! He stared down at the photo and saw the scene come alive in his mind.
He didn't hear one of the company's secretaries open his office door and enter. She held a sheaf of papers. She closed the door and approached his desk. She was a short, pleasingly plump girl in an orange miniskirt and orange striped blouse. She was blonde, about twenty-one years old. Her breasts were small. She frowned and leaned forward, curious. She could see the photo cupped in Hank's hands. Her eyes widened, then her rosebud lips quirked in a smile. Hank still didn't hear her. He was deep in his fantasy. The big cock Suzi was sucking wasn't black anymore, it was white. It was his!
The secretary rustled the papers. "Mr. Conr-"
Hank jerked as if electrocuted and spun in his chair to face her. He fumbled the picture into his jacket pocket. His eyes were wide and glaring.
She one-stepped backward. "I'm sorry-"
"Knock! Don't you ever KNOCK?" He felt a flush heating his face. He gestured her close and grabbed the papers. He looked at them but couldn't concentrate. He imagined she was staring down at him. He looked up. Her eyes, he noticed, were a light blue. "Sorry I snapped at you, Margie."
"I shouldn't have come in that way. An office should be private."
Something in her expression and tone let him know she had seen. She didn't seem shocked. She was a cute little girl! With bold eyes.
His heart began to thud. "I ... was just looking at a bit of porno ... from a friend."
Margie shrugged. "I've seen a lot of it. It doesn't bother me. Except when I'm in the mood."
"When are you in the mood?"
She smiled ruefully. "Well ... almost all the time." She said it ruefully.
They both laughed. Hank nodded. "Me, too." He spread his hands. "My wife isn't interested anymore, so here I am, eight inches with no place to go." He was astounded at his boldness. He expected Margie to freeze up and leave.
She arched a half-real, half-penciled eyebrow. "Really?" She pressed forward against the edge of his desk. The wood pressed into the top of her thighs and against her mound, indenting the short orange skirt. "Or are you exaggerating?"
"Anytime you want proof ... "
She hesitated. "I'm a very curious girl."
Hank searched her face. Was she serious? Was she playing a game? He licked his lips nervously. "Why don't we both work late tonight?"
Margie said softly, "All right."
Hank felt the painful throbbing of his afternoon headache returning. He had been having headaches a lot lately. He left his office and glanced at the clock. Five minutes till quitting time. He took two more Excedrin and went back into his office. He paced. Then the others slammed desk drawers, chattered, scraped chairs as the clock ticked straight up. They left.
Mr. Bradley, the owner of the big insurance company, looked into the office. "Staying, Conrad?"
"For a few minutes." Hank pawed a stack of folders on his desk.
"I'm locking the door. Be sure it clicks when you leave. Test it."
"Yes, sir."
The boss left. The offices were silent. The building was silent. She hadn't stayed. Chickened out. Made a fool of him! Then he heard the distant sigh of the door to one of the restrooms, and the quick clack of a woman's heels on the heavy tile flooring. Closer. His door opened. Margie stood there, uncertain.
"Come in. Lock it." He stood up and went around his desk to her. As she turned back from flicking the thumb-lock he took her into his arms. She went stiff for a second, met his eyes for another second, then lifted her face for a kiss. Her light blue eyes closed. Her slightly pug nose tilted slightly as she pursed her lips. She was only about five-foot-one and he had to bend far over. Her full, pouty lips were cool. But her short arms went around him and tightened. Her small breasts pushed against him as her back arched. She went up on her toes.
It was an awkward, straining kiss. But her mouth was soft, and she parted her lips willingly for his eager tongue. Hank explored her mouth and felt her lips become warm. He broke the kiss and straightened up. He smiled down at her still-upturned young face. "I'm glad you stayed."
Margie smiled back. "You know why I stayed."
"Because ... you want to see my eight inches?"
"I told you I was curious." Hank grinned. "Curious girls these days are hard to find. You always get the other kind." He led her to the short, two-cushioned Danish-styled sofa against one wall of his office, where clients sometimes sat. Hank's heart was pounding again. His cock was creeping down his pantleg. They sat side by side. He kissed her again. His left hand slid down onto her breast-flaccid in a bra under her orange-striped blouse. At the end of the kiss she was breathing fast. She was flushed. Her small, pudgy hands squeezed his arms through his suit coat. "Show it to me."
Hank said, "Dig it out for yourself."
"No, you." She chewed her fat lower lip. Her orange miniskirt had ridden up to reveal almost all of her plump, white thighs. She wore no stockings, Hank realized, with a small shock. She had been during the day ... She must have taken them off in the women's room ... and her garter belt, too? Her -panties, too"? He brushed his hand along her thigh. The skin was warm and clammy. His fingers pushed the skirt higher- Her cunt was exposed- naked-a heavy triangle of curly blonde hair. The sight made his throat tight and his cock even more hard.
Margie said petulantly, "You weren't supposed to see that yet."
"That for this." Hank unbuckled, unzipped, and pushed down his pants and shorts. His cock was at full length. Free of its confinement, it flopped heavily in a slow arc and slapped against his belly. It lay throbbing with blood, a big club of jerking flesh.
Margie whispered, "Oh, Jesus ... " Her eyes widened and deepened to near purple. Her teeth worried her in-drawn lower lip.
Hank watched her face. Twin spots of color appeared high on her cheeks. She was almost gasping, so quickly was she breathing. He said softly, "You want all that socked into your cunt, don't you?"
"It'll kill me." She wet her lips.
"I'll bet you've been killed before."
"Yes, but ... " She swallowed.
"Suck it. It'll get bigger."
She blinked rapidly. She wet her lips again. She sighed and reached out to touch ... to grasp the thick base and lift the huge cock. Her small hand barely encompassed it. Her hand slowly pumped the skin up over the plum-sized glans. And ... down ... a long stroke.
"Suck it." Would she? Hank was bold because he had nothing to lose. He was thinking unthinkable thoughts, opening up, doing unthinkable things. He sensed he could do anything he wanted with Margie.
She complained, "It's so big."
"Suck it!"
She leaned over his lap. Her tongue flicked out. She engulfed the head suddenly. Her tongue and mouth worked.
Hank inhaled sharply. "Umm ... " He jerked slightly as she scraped sensitive tissue. He watched as she sucked. Her eyes seemed to stare at nothing. Her head lifted and fell slowly. She couldn't take much more than the head. Her mouth was wide open, her cheeks hollowed, then filled as her head lowered. Hank loved it. He imagined Margie was aft easy lay. She had practically asked for this.
He stared at her and her face changed subtly ... became younger ... became Suzi's face ... He closed his eyes. He moaned as a sweet surge of lust and a certain adroit flicking of her tongue brought him close to a premature spasmodic climax. He had to grab her head and stop her. He whispered raggedly, eyes still closed, "I'm too close, baby."
Margie lifted her mouth off his cock. She fondled his balls with her warm hand. She said softly, "How are we going to do it?"
Hank knew the sofa was too small. They could put the cushions on the carpet ... or ... He had an idea. He said, "I'll put a couple of these cushions on my desk. It's just the right height."
"I've never done it on a desk before." Margie laughed. She pumped his cock fast for a brief, sparkling moment, kissed the head, then sat up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand. "You're going to have to get me good and hot."
"Fair enough." He pushed a hand between her naked white thighs. His hand cupped her mound and he pressed his middle finger between the dry lips of her cunt. He kissed her again and was slightly turned off at what he imagined was the taste of his cock on her lips. Margie wormed her tongue against his. She opened her thighs and wriggled her plump hips as his finger penetrated into the slippery inner folds. Hank screwed his finger deep. He worked his thumb in onto her clitoris. It felt like a tiny pinhead of tense, stiffened tissue.
Margie's left arm went around his neck. Her mouth softened and warmed even more. She whined in her throat. Her right hand crept blindly into his lap and closed around the shaft of his cock. He rotated his thumb and worked his middle finger in her. She started pumping his cock skillfully, with an effective flip of her wrist and a perfect grip of fingers. He had to stop her again. Shit, he had almost gone off that time. Hank worked a second finger into her cunt. She was getting juicy. Her insides were tight. He could feel the soft, wet folds of her vagina. He screwed his fingers in as far as he could but couldn't touch bottom. She enjoyed it and moaned against his neck.
Hank said, "Open your blouse and unhook your bra." He drew slightly away to give her room. Margie breathed through her mouth. His two fingers continued to jab deep into her cunt. She unbuttoned her orange blouse and pulled her bra cups up and off her breasts. Her breasts were flabby but she had nice fat nipples, like small pink marsh-mallows. They were puffed and firm. The surrounding areolas were crinkled with excitement He lowered his head and suckled on her left nipple. It was a satisfying size-nice to suck and lick and nip with his teeth. Margie jerked slightly as he mouthed the nipple. Her hand came again to his cock, gentle fingered, more a measuring touch than a sexual caress. She breathed, "Oh, Jesus ... "
Hank knew she was ready a few moments later when her hips began a sinuous movement against his plunging fingers. His thumb still rotated on her clitoris. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Her thighs were wide open. He said, "Up on the desk now. Come on." He left the sofa with two of the slablike cushions. He had to take short, mincing steps. His pants and shorts were bunched at his ankles. His cock stood out from his groin like a bobbing, swaying pump handle. The situation was ridiculous but he didn't give a shit.
His desk was uncluttered. He slid. the phone, calendar, writing pad and penholder to one end. He arranged the cushions. Margie came to the desk obediently. She trailed her fingertips along the throbbing length of his cock. "Jesus, it'll kill me ... " She acted like a cow being led to the slaughter. She climbed onto the cushions. Hank arranged her so her legs were hanging over the edge of the desk. She said, "It hurts my back."
He caught her in the crook of the knees with his hands and took the pressure off her back. He doubled her legs up onto her belly and breasts. "Hold them like that!"
"Go easy."
He wedged the hot log of his cock into her cunt lips, at the bottom of the heavy blonde triangle of fur. The head went in easy. Then he pushed the first four inches in ... five ... six ... And she whispered, "Jesus ... is there more'?"
"Better believe it." He was looking down, relishing the sight; her cunt lips engorged, stretched to encompass the width and thickness of his shaft. He pulled back till only the head was embedded in her, then slid into heat and tightness. He felt a deep inner pulsing in her belly ... a squeezing of inner muscles.
Margie panted with something like fear and lust mixed. "You feel like a telephone pole."
"Didn't know you took on telephone poles." He gripped her hips and pushed more of his cock into her. This time he felt the end of the tube. And saw her face crease with pain as he stretched her in-sides. But he had the old log buried, socked all the way in! He held it that way and felt the delicious tightness ... saw her eyes squeeze tight shut, saw her lips draw away from clenched white teeth ... heard the pained whine in her throat ... saw her small, pudgy hands tighten on the flesh of her underthighs.
He gritted, "You like eight inches?"
"It's too much!"
His gaze fastened on the meeting of his dark pubic hair with her blonde mat. He said, "Why don't you shave your pussy?"
"What? Why?"
He didn't answer. He closed his eyes. His cock was sunk all the way between the pink lips of a hairless, virginal pussy. In his pounding brain a child's voice was crying with happiness, Oh, Daddy ... I took all of it! I did! Ohhhh, it feels so weird ... so goooood ... Hank sobbed and reared back. He plunged his huge cock into Margie's cunt.
She whimpered and cringed on the cushions but didn't try to stop him. She took another huge lunge, another, another, pistonlike penetrations that shuddered her belly and rippled her face. She drew her knees tighter to her sweaty, flaccid breasts. Her nipples were like stones. She grunted when his loins slapped against hers and the head of his cock speared incredibly deep up into her belly, sending a flash of pain-pleasure arcing through her. Hank breathed heavily as he fucked her. Sweat soaked his shirt. His big hands gripped her waist to keep her sweet cunt from being butted away from the edge of the desk. The cushions slid easily on the polished desk top.
Suddenly Margie begged, "Don't come in me. Don't come in me! Please, don't! Mr. Conrad, don't come in me!"
He opened his eyes. He slowed his brutal thrusts. "Why not?"
"I'm not-I just remembered, I haven't taken a pill for at least two weeks. I keep forgetting ... "
His cock was tingling and it took a tremendous effort of will to keep from plunging deep again, faster and faster, until the tingle became a roaring, blazing explosion of pleasure. He felt cheated and angry. He pulled all the way out of her. Her cunt was left gaping for a few seconds by his cock's thickness. He short-stepped around the side of his desk and let his cock hang near her face. It was wet with her juices. "Finish me with your mouth, then, damnit!"
She grasped the shaft and turned on her side on the cushions. Her mouth was inches away. "I'm sorry. I mean, I was digging it, too!"
"Suck!" He jabbed his meat at her mouth. She took it in. Her hand started pumping the skin as she swirled her tongue around the glans. Hank was surprised at her willingness. Were all girls like this? What had he been missing all these years? His guts tightened as Margie's sucking technique brought the tingle back, stronger, stronger ... Hank pushed his hand between Margie's hot, heavy thighs. He slipped two fingers into her willing cunt. "She liked it. She sucked faster ... and pumped faster. He closed his eyes. "Let me suck it, Daddy. I know how to do it really good ... " A surge of sparkling pleasure took him. He gasped, "Oh, my baby!"
He slid his wet, slippery fingers from Margie's cunt and rubbed them swiftly and firmly over her clitoris. Margie, made moaning, wet sounds around the end of his big cock. She took more into her mouth and pumped still faster. He started fucking her mouth, too. Her hand acted as a tight moving section of cunt. Her mouth and tongue were the hot, spasming, constricted depth of her cunt! He was close ... CLOSE ...
Margie bucked her hips against his sliding fingers. She was making it, too. Her eyes were wide and sightless as she plunged her mouth down the length of his massive, iron-hard cock. She made wild sounds. Hank rubbed her clitoris brutally. Her hips jerked. She took his cock to the back of her throat in a mindless frenzy of climax. He sobbed, "Oh, Christ!" He was lost in the first searing sweetness of his orgasm. He stood rigidly, head bowed, teeth gritting.
Then a spasm gripped his loins and a gout of semen was pumped into her mouth. Again. Again! Margie didn't stop. She whimpered and flicked her tongue against his cock in a soup of spurting, syrupy fluid. Then the peak was gone ... the intense pleasure diminished ... Hank heard her swallow. He took his hand from her cunt. He sighed, "Shit, that was good!"
Margie whispered, "Uh-huh ... " She rolled onto her back on the cushions. Her legs slipped off the edge of the desk. She licked her kewpie-doll lips and struggled to sit up. She stuffed her breasts back into her bra cups as Hank pulled up his shorts and pants. A moment later he watched her pulling on her panties. He felt a glow of pride -he had taken her! But there was disappointment, too, on the edge of his mind ... she looked a little like Suzi, but ...
He said, "We'll have to do this again."
Margie looked up, a soft smile. "All right."
Joyce Conrad went into her daughter's room and sighed when she saw the litter of clothes on the bed. Suzi had changed her mind at least twice that morning. Joyce quickly hung up the two mini-dresses. She moved with jerky, fumbling movements. Her lips moved and she talked to herself, sometimes barely in a whisper, sometimes subvocally. She only did this when she was alone. She picked up a pair of pale blue pantyhose. Girls her age shouldn't wear these things. She pulled open one of Suzi's bureau drawers. She noticed a pack of cigarettes in the rear left corner, under some stockings. That stupid little girl ... not so little with that body ... what else is she up to?
Joyce carefully rummaged in the bureau drawers. In the bottom drawer, under a pile of winter sweaters, she found a thick, unsealed envelope. She pulled out a handful of color Polaroid pictures. She took one look and went rigid. She moaned and threw the pictures blindly away. She turned and rushed into the bathroom. She doubled over and vomited into the toilet bowl. Joyce hung, panting, over the bowl, dull-eyed, retching, for long moments. She spat again and again. Then she got to her feet, rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth, and slowly went back into Suzi's room.
My dear God ... my dear God ... She knelt and picked up one of the photos. Suzi in the arms of a black girl, kissing, the black girl fondling Suzi's breast ... oh dear God, there was a thing, a pink rubber thing in the black girl's privates ... Joyce was gasping. She went from picture to picture. Sweet God ... Suzi with her face between the black girl's wide open thighs, licking that purplish-pink opening ...
And this-No, no, no, no ... Joyce wept. She huddled on Suzi's bed and wept hysterically. The picture slipped from her fingers and lay face up on the printed bedspread. It showed Suzi astraddle a black man, with part of his big cock in her vagina. Suzi was smiling into the camera.
After ten minutes of rocking and weeping, Joyce gathered the photos and took them into the living room. She flung them into the fireplace. She went into the kitchen to get matches. My sweet, innocent child ... my baby ... my baby. She fumbled in drawers and found a book of matches. She returned to the fireplace. How could my little girl do that? How could she do it with a nigger? A nigger ... a big nigger ... a nigger with a thing on him ... a big thing ... it must be as big as Hank's ...
Joyce struck a match with shaking hands. She set it aside. She stared into the fireplace at the photos. My Suzi, my baby was doing it willingly. She ... Joyce reached for one of the photos, to examine it again. She put it on the rug. She took the others from the fireplace. She lined them up. She knelt on the carpet, her arms crossed, her hands clutching her sides. She studied the photos avidly. Everything ... they do everything to her ... and she likes it ... and she does everything to them ... to niggers ... Joyce's lips moved continuously. The word "niggers" was hissed with greater and greater clarity.
She studied the photos for two hours. She rocked on her knees and heels and peered down at the obscene Polaroid pictures of her thirteen-year-old daughter indulging in sex with a teenage black boy and girl. The niggers, Joyce decided, were a few years older than Suzi. The boy ... with that big black thing ... he must be at least sixteen or seventeen. The girl could be fourteen or fifteen or sixteen ...
Joyce's right hand crept between her thighs, under her dress. Her fingers plucked aside her pantie's crotch. The nylon was damp. Her finger slid easily into her groove on a film of secretions. Joyce's eyes blinked quickly as she stared at the one photo of the black boy's long, fat cock rising like a black club from the kinky loins. Joyce's left cheek twitched. Her finger slid up and down along her wet, open vulva, grazing with slippery friction over her clitoris. Her mouth was open. She breathed with short, fast, panting gasps. She half whispered to herself. I hate doing it. I hate Hank and his thing. I'll never let him do it. again. My body is sacred. I'd die if a nigger thing was put into me ...
Her gaze devoured the color image of Suzi crouched over the black cock, taking at least half of it. Her hand rubbed faster between her thighs. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. A small choking sound came from her throat. She hunched lower. The pulse in her neck was very fast. She made a long pain sound. Her hand slowed. Joyce slumped sideways and braced herself with her left arm. She opened her eyes and sighed. Her right hand fell limply from the depths of her thighs. Finally, whispering loudly to herself, Joyce put the photos back in the envelope, back in the drawer where she had found them.
Hank said to Margie, after he had finished dictating a letter, "Stay tonight."
"I don't like to do things here. I don't feel safe."
"You'll do what I tell you!" He put steel into his voice. He watched her give in-the telltale softening of her blue eyes, the tongue tip touching of her lips. The small nod. Hank was amazed at his power over her. More amazed at himself ... the turned worm, the meek husband turned make-out artist ... all in two weeks.
He regretted all those lost years. All that lost cunt. To hell with Joyce! She didn't love him any more, obviously. But Suzi did! That little sexy daughter of his had done it again last night at dinner-served him his ice cream and let her breasts brush his arm. Not an accident! No. No. No. She was making a play for her daddy! She wore sexy clothes after school around the house when he got home. No bra. And Joyce didn't say a thing. But Joyce was losing contact. She went around the house only one-quarter in the real world. He didn't bother trying to have sex with her anymore. He had Margie now. But he wanted ...
Hank gestured Margie closer. He grinned when she came around the desk to stand next to his chair. She knew what was coming. He slid a hand up the inside of her leg. Her thigh flesh was warm up near the crotch. Her muscles tightened. Hank said, "Want to get down on your knees and suck me off?"
"No, please, Hank. Not here. Not now." Her eyes were frightened blue mice. Like the last two times.
He reached up and squeezed her breasts, I'm part sadist, he thought. He said, "Come on down and gobble. Gobble, gobble." He swiveled his chair to face her. He swiftly unzipped his pants and pulled out the limp four or five inches of his soft cock. There was a moment of frozen time-the sounds of office activity beyond the walls of his small office continued: voices, ringing of phones, the clack of typewriters, shoes on the tiles.
"Somebody might come in." She wanted to do it, but there was a note of rebellion and anxiety, stronger than before.
Hank said, "Drop an earring. If somebody comes in, that's the reason you're on your knees. We'll hear anybody coming close."
"I don't want to ... not here! Not now! Please, Hank." Margie was begging.
"The eight inches is waiting." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer and down. She complained in her throat but knelt. One hand plucked an imitation pearl earring and dropped it near the window. She moved between his open legs. She gripped the supports of his chair's armrests. Her full-lipped mouth opened and seemed to scoop in his soft cock. Her lips closed around it and sucked it deep. Her tongue rasped like velvet on the underside of the glans.
She took his cock all in, until her nose was pressed momentarily in the thick ruff of his pubic hair, then her head lifted and the white snake of his cock emerged wet from her clamped mouth, longer now, thicker, stiffer. Again her lips descended, forced wider by the filling, hot blood. Her tongue lashed in her mouth against the sensitive nerve endings. She couldn't take it all this time. She made muffled gagging sounds. His cock was fully erect, fully massive, in fifteen seconds.
Margie wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. She sucked fast and hard. Her head bobbed, her hand pumped simultaneously. Hank watched her blonde hair ripple and sway. He decided she had done this a lot, to a helluva lot of guys. The glow of pleasure, sweet and deep, was building up in his guts. He didn't have to do a thing. He was going to come in a minute ... Margie's mouth was wonderful. Shit, did she know how to suck! Was Suzi this good at it?
Hank suddenly saw his daughter on her knees before him. He made a queer sound in his chest. His cock jumped within Margie's mouth and in her grasp. She turned questioning blue eyes upward to see his face. But his eyes were now shut. His mouth was contorted into a grimace of lust. His hips thrust at her mouth. He grunted. The sweep of climactic pleasure overwhelmed him. He writhed in his chair as his huge cock pulsed with jets of semen that splashed into the tight, hot, wet, moving tunnel of her mouth and fluttering tongue.
Margie licked him clean and stood up. She turned away and put her earring back on.
Hank said, "Forget tonight."
CHAPTER THREE
A corner of Hank's mind was a stage. On the stage, at a second's notice, whenever he wished, Suzi and the black boy cavorted in raw, uninhibited sex- with the unknown black woman or girl sometimes joining in. He watched with his mind's eye ... as he sat at his desk at work ... for brief seconds as he was stopped at a red light while driving ... while he sat at home before the TV with Joyce. It was difficult at home. He was under great pressure whenever Suzi was near. When she came close, his chest tightened and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
One night, when Joyce went to bed early with a sick headache, when he was sitting on the sofa in his robe, Suzi finished her own bath and came into the living room. She came around the end of the sofa and plopped herself on the middle cushion, next to Hank. "Can I watch some TV? I got all my homework done."
His stomach muscles locked. She were pale lime pajamas made of some slinky, thin material that clung to her body and rippled with sexy movement against her flesh. Suzi's long, straight blonde hair fell like white gold. Her wide blue eyes were an open invitation, a trap.
Hank adjusted his robe across his lap. He was naked underneath. His cock was stirring. "I don't think you should, honey," His voice sounded odd to him. He kept his eyes on the TV screen.
"Please, Daddy?" Suzi leaned against his arm. Her left breast was naked and soft and warm under her thin pajama top.
Hank inhaled her clean, soapy smell. The tightness in his gut spread to his chest. His cock was filling, sliding down the valley of his thighs, getting long and hot and hard, beginning to lift ... He gritted his teeth and crossed his legs, imprisoning his cock. He gripped the arm of the sofa with his left hand. "I guess you can watch if you want."
He couldn't think straight. She hadn't moved away. His arm was alive with the pressure of her breast. His brain was disconnected, somehow. His face felt hot. He sat stiffly, locked tight, almost unable to breathe. Why was she doing this to him? Hank wanted to get away from her. His cock throbbed heavily between the vise of his thighs.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Suzi's voice was soft and purring, curious and concerned. Her small, child's hand came over and rested lightly on his thigh. And it burned there! Suzi looked up at his face. "Don't you feel good?"
Didn't she know what she was doing? She sucked big, black cocks. She probably let that buck fuck her! She had to know her breast was pressing against his arm- She had to know her hand was inches from his cock. WAS SHE MAKING A PLAY FOR HIM? HER OWN FATHER?
Hank looked at Suzi. He still couldn't believe it! The photo had to be a fake ... a piece of trick photography! Some vicious practical joker ... But he knew it had been real! She really had done it! His dreams were real-it could come true! All he had to do was relax, lean over, kiss her ...
Hank lunged up out of the sofa, away from the terrible temptation. He went into the bedroom. He closed the door and watched Joyce in the bed, breathing slow and easy. His own breath was ragged and hoarse.
Three days later he called Margie into his office. "Suck me off!"
"I won't. I won't do anything like that here any more." There was determination in her voice.
Hank sensed she wouldn't be beaten down. "After work, then."
"No, I said. I'm quitting next week. I gave notice on Monday. I don't want to be around you anymore, Hank. This whole scene we've had-it's sick. You won't come to my apartment. It has to be done here ... and I don't like it here. I can't relax. It's crazy to try sex here. Sooner or later ... "
"I need you, Margie."
She shook her head. "You've been acting funny. Ever since I caught you with that picture. You don't love me or anything-and that's okay-I don't love you, it's just for sex, really. But I'm not even me when we do something. You called me 'Suzi' once when you were going off."
"No, I-"
"You did. Clear as a bell. So goodbye and I hope-" Margie went to the door of his office. "Why don't you work out your problem with your Suzi-whoever she is? Maybe you'd be better off."
"Get out of here!"
She shrugged and left.
He resisted for two nights. But the stage lit up in his mind often ... too often ... and Suzi was there, naked, crooning and purring to-HIM! Mouthing his cock, moaning, "I just love to suck you, Daddy."
On the third night-an unseasonably warm night caused by dry, hot desert air sweeping in over the mountains-he lay awake, restless, sweating under the light sheet and single blanket. Joyce must have taken a pill-she slept quietly beside him.
He got up and went into the bathroom. He stripped off his pajamas and took a sponge bath with lukewarm water. He felt of his cheeks and chin. He shaved. He slapped on lotion and coated his armpits with deodorant. His stomach felt nauseous. His palms were sweaty. He stepped into his pajama pants but left off his top.
He went into the bedroom and took the photo from its hiding place in his wallet. He stood gazing at Joyce for a long moment, checking her. Then he left the bedroom, photo cupped in his palm, closed the door carefully, and went down the short hall, past the bathroom, to stand just outside Suzi's door. Hank took three deep, sighing breaths. He swallowed, and put a shaking hand on the door knob. He entered Suzi's room-and saw her, asleep, lying naked on the covers. Hank froze. A barely audible groan sounded in his chest. He closed her door behind him.
Suzi was so lovely ... She lay naked on her right side. Her long blonde hair spread on the white pillow and on the blanket under her. Her head was turned to the right, her mouth partly open. Her left hand was on the pillow near her mouth. Her left knee was drawn up slightly. He could see the shadowed V of her loins, the soft, plump little swellings of her breasts cuddled by her arms, the immature roundness of her hips, the white strip of untanned, curving belly before it dipped into shadow.
His breathing sounded harsh in the silence. He held his breath and listened to her even respiration. She looked so young! So innocent! BUT SHE SUCKED! Hank moved slowly around beside her bed. He clutched the photo in his hand. He whispered unevenly, "Suzi ... " He tried again, a bit louder. "Suzi."
Her eyes opened. She saw him looming over her. She didn't move. After a few seconds she smiled and whispered. "Hi, Daddy."
"Hi, Punkin." He spoke softly. He was breathing fast and his stomach was sick-scared. His mouth was dry. "I've got to talk to you about something."
"Sure." She yawned and sat up. She didn't try to hide her center. "It's hot tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes." The photo was slippery in his hand.
She drew her left knee up and clasped it with her arms. She wasn't in the least modest. Her cleft was open to his view, in the dim radiance. He looked, and his cock surged with lust. Her pussy was hairless, a sweet little slit, pouting slightly from the raised left thigh.
"Sit on the bed, Daddy." She reached out a small, soft, child's hand and tugged at his pajama pants.
Hank sat on the edge of the bed. A rivulet of cold, nervous sweat trickled down his back. His cock was getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't stop its growth-not with her tempting nakedness beside him.
"Punkin, I got something in the mail two weeks ago ... a picture ... " Her face showed interest, and ... a faint smile? He handed it to her. "This!"
It was too dim in the room to see the photo properly. Suzi said, "Ummm ... I know."
Hank's stomach churned. The all-gone sinking sensation got worse. He had to cross his legs awkwardly to keep his growing erection from showing. He managed to ask, "It's really you in that picture?"
"Oh, sure. Albina took it. Did you like it?"
Hank heard a swishy sound in his ears with each pounding beat of his heart. He felt dizzy. Suzi rose up closer to him and inhaled. She nuzzled his neck. Her left hand came to rest on his bare right shoulder. Her small, immature breasts touched his naked chest. Her nipples were sudden pinpoints of heat against his skin. She said appreciatively, "Ummmm ... Daddy, you smell nice."
Anger flashed through him. He pushed her away. "Why did you do that-with that black man?"
"He's a boy. He's only seventeen."
"But Jesus Christ, Suzi, you're a child yet!"
"What's that got to do with it? Sex is fun. I like it."
"Oh, God ... " Hank closed his" eyes. His cock was hard now, throbbing insistently, wanting loose, wanting ... "Oh, God ... " It was a cry for strength ... a cry for forgiveness.
Suzi asked, genuinely puzzled, "What's so terrible about sex, Daddy? Don't you like it? I know Mother doesn't. But that's crazy. It's really weird."
Hank said shakily, "Yes, sex is fun, and you should like it ... but ... " His mind went blank.
"So what's the problem?"
Hank didn't hear her. He said, "How ,., how long is Sammy's ... ?" He couldn't say "cock."
"Oh ... we measured it once ... I think it was seven inches and something."
Hank couldn't look at Suzi. He worked his dry mouth for saliva. "Punkin ... do you like to ... to suck?"
"Ummhmm. It's a groovy feeling with a mouthful." Suzi flipped her hair away, over her shoulder. She continued, "It's sort of sensual, you know? And it's fun to make a boy feel good. I get a goose-bumpy feeling when I can make him moan or something. That really turns me on." She extended a small pink tongue and licked at the air. She smiled at her father.
"How many boys have you sucked?"
"Only about three or four." She flopped forward on the bed on her stomach. The light shone on her compact, rounded, white buttocks. Her skin looked smooth and velvety. The golden tan was sharply bordered, outlining where her narrow bikini bottom and halter had been on frequent visits to the beach.
"Do you ... ?" He couldn't ask if she swallowed. It would be too obvious. Hank finished, "Do you get together with this ... ah, Albina and Sammy a lot?"
"No, not really. Maybe once a week. We don't have any schedule or anything. It's just if I'm over at their place and we're alone and we've got time to kill and nothing much else to do ... we'll just get into a sex thing and have fun." Suzi rolled over onto her back. She yawned ... and stretched. Her youthful, teacup-sized breasts poked pink little nipples at the ceiling as she arched her back. Hank uncrossed his legs. He let his hard cock strain upward against the thin material of his right pajama leg. LET HER SEE IT! Suzi rolled onto her side to face him. Her hairless, naked pussy was now close to his right arm and hand. She noticed his erection. She smiled. "Hey, Daddy, you're hard! And wow ... is that all yours?" She giggled. "Can I see it?"
Joyce had been half awake when Hank left the bed. She watched him leave the room. She feigned sleep when he returned for a moment, then left again. She frowned and sat up, straining to her his movements. She heard the faint click of a door opening and closing. Suzi's room? Suzi's room?
NO! For long minutes she refused to believe even the possibility of ... Finally, she left the bed, soundlessly opened the door and crept out into the hall. She heard low-voiced talking. She crept closer to Suzi's door. She listened.
Joyce heard Suzi say, " ... Daddy, you're hard! And wow ... is that all yours?" Suzi giggled. "Can I see it? "
She heard Hank say, in a strange tone, "If you want to, honey."
Joyce covered her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes. She sank to her knees, then back onto her buttocks. Her legs extended out in an open V. She leaned back against the wall beside Suzi's door. She wept silently as she listened.
"Oh, wow, talk about big ones! Albina ought to see yours. She goes ape over heavy pipes."
"Pipes?"
"That's what the kids call them."
Joyce listened and her right hand slipped into her loose pajamas. She pulled at her big nipples with cruel fingers. The rubbery buttons came erect.
"Do you like big pipes, too?"
"Sure. It's fun to watch them get big."
Joyce almost sobbed. Large tears coursed down wet tracks on her cheeks. Her right hand slid down into her pajama bottoms. He fingers dipped into her wet pussy and rubbed firmly on her slippery clitoris. She bowed her head. Her fingers rubbed harder and faster in the flowing juices. She opened her mouth wide to keep her breathing as quiet as possible. She spasmed. Her face twisted in pleasure-agony. She held her breath, then pressed her left fist to her mouth. She gasped.
"Can I touch it, Daddy? "
Joyce hunched over further. Her hand kept moving between her thighs. Her legs spread open further.
"Go ahead."
Joyce's fingers worked ferociously in the splayed, wet groove of her open vulva. She turned her head and pressed her ear to the door. Her lips moved soundlessly. The tingling glow of another orgasm began to build in her loins.
Hank watched Suzi's small hand close lightly around the jerking, hot shaft of his cock. His pajamas were around his ankles. He was leaning back on his elbows on Suzi's bed, his stomach tense. Suzi was lying on her side, her head near his loins, her loins near his shoulder. She examined his cock. She couldn't quite get her fingers completely around it. Her blue eyes were absorbed. She slowly gripped it tighter and pulled the skin up over the head. A drop of clear secretion was milked from it and glistened at the opening.
Suzi said, "It sure is bigger. I'll bet Mother has a lot of fun with it, doesn't she?"
Hank's anger returned, this time focused on Joyce. "No-she won't have anything to do with me, sexually, anymore. She won't let me get near her! She won't even ... masturbate me."
Suzi was astonished. "Why not?" Her hand pulled the skin down, then up.
"I don't know. It's been getting worse for years. Now-I'm cut off. No sex at all!"
"Is it too big for her?" Suzi pumped his cock with a full stroke. Sensation was coming strong from Suzi's manipulation. Hank wanted to move his hand to her smooth, young, firm thighs, so nicely rounded, still plump with baby fat. He wanted to push open her legs and bury his face in that sweet young pussy and eat her! God, yes! Send his tongue into her cunt, lick her till she came! Where were these desires coming from? He had never done that with any woman, not even Joyce, and now-he wanted it with his barely pubescent daughter!
Suzi asked, "Can't Mother take it all? I bet I could ... if I really tried."
Hank went hot and cold. His gaze flashed to the photo. And then his eyes darted to her child's face, wide-eyed, honest, open. He asked, choke-voiced, "Does Sammy get all his into you?"
"Almost. All but an inch. It hurts some then. It just about splits me open. But ... " Suzi continued the slow up and down manipulation of her father's huge cock. " ... I wouldn't mind it with you, Daddy. I'd let you push all yours in me if it killed me." She began pumping the skin up and down faster. She said simply, "I love you, Daddy."
Hank's heart flipped. "Oh, baby ... " She wanted sex with him! Jesus ... Jesus ... Jesus! His cock was like rock, getting that delicious tingle, filling his loins with pleasure.
Suzi said softly, "Poor Daddy. What's wrong with Mother? If I were her I'd never let you alone. I'd make sure you squirted every night, any time you wanted to!" Her small hand had a good grip on his cock. Her thin arm rose and fell with remarkable stamina. Her tongue tip protruded slightly between her lips as she concentrated on masturbating him.
Hank knew he could do anything with her he wanted. ANYTHING! Cute little button-nosed, blue-eyed Suzi! He could reach out and fondle her! Just move his hand a few inches to those delectably plump pink and white and tan thighs ... to those firm little stick-out breasts ... to that enchanting little hairless slit where a black boy's seven inches had already penetrated! God.' And yet something held him back. Conscience. A weakening conscience. Jesus, the temptation! His cock had expanded even more.
Suzi shifted position on the bed to her knees. She knelt beside his hips, hunched over, and used both hands to pump him off ... fast! She had done this many times. She knew how to hold a cock, how to pump the skin, how fast. "Are you close, Daddy?"
"Yes, baby." He was close! The hot, molten flower of intense orgasmic pleasure was opening its petals in his loins, in his massive, vibrant cock. He stared raptly at her lifting and plunging hands. She had a double grip, one small hand above the other. He was going to let her finish him. That, wasn't so terrible, was it? But then Suzi leaned farther forward until her head was over his cock. She opened her sweet little mouth. Her little pink tongue emerged ... Her head lowered, Hank was bug-eyed. He almost let her do it. Then he croaked, "No, baby, don't! Just finish me with your hands."
"Oh, okay. ! don't mind sucking. I kinda dig it, actually." She kept her hands moving. "And I do want to suck you off sometime, Daddy. To see what your cream tastes like."
He couldn't take that kind of naked, casual, sexual honesty. He cried out, "My God, Suzi-" Then an internal lust clamped a lid on his shock. A sudden arc of climactic sensation blazed in him. He gasped and gave himself to the pleasure. Through barely seeing eyes he watched Suzi grin and determinedly pump him faster and faster! Her sweetly gripping hands flew up and down.
Hank groaned. His hips lifted-tensed-and a gob of thick white semen was flung two feet into the air. It landed on his chest. Another spurt hit her pumping left wrist. Another, lesser gob splashed on his belly. Then only pulses of the stuff, thinner, streaked with white, oozed down his cock and onto her clamped fingers.
Suzi slowed her hands and finally stopped. "Boy, Daddy, you shot a lot. Sammy doesn't have that much in him sometimes." She hopped off the bed to get a box of face tissues. She began wiping him.
A depression settled into his mind. He felt like a monster. A realization chilled his guts: he could go to jail for what he had just allowed to happen! They'd throw the book at him! Thirty years!
Hank pushed Suzi away, pulled up his pajamas, and ran from her room. He lurched into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. He had not noticed the master bedroom door closing as he emerged from Suzi's room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hank pretended it hadn't happened. There was no other way. He consciously vowed never to go to Suzi's room again. But deep in his mind ... he knew ...
Joyce seemed in a perpetual tranquilized daze during the next week. She cooked and cleaned, but she just wasn't all there. It was very difficult to carry on a conversation with her. Once or twice Hank caught her looking at him, clear-eyed, but with a haunted, incredulous expression.
Hank didn't have his Polaroid photo. He had left it with Suzi that night. He had it memorized, anyway. And his imagination, with new knowledge about her, fed the stage in his mind with erotic scenes ... scenes involving himself and Suzi ... scenes horribly attractive and arousing because he knew ... he knew ... they could come true.
The night finally came. He was itchy with sex need. All day his cock had been halfway down his leg, semi-hard, with that make me come sensation urging him to give in and go to Suzi. Suzi was no help in keeping his vow. She dropped small hints. She winked at him and smiled. She managed to brush against him, managed to touch his cock when kissing good night. He told Joyce to go to bed-he wanted to watch TV. Later he checked Joyce-saw the bottle of sleeping capsules on the bedside table, and the half-full glass of water. She appeared to be in a deep sleep. Then Hank went to Suzi's room.
He found her asleep, naked, covered only by a sheet. His cock was hardening already. It remembered. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her in the pale ivory illumination from the night-light. Hank gently eased the sheet from her body. As he tugged it from under her arm, exposing her breasts (small pale mounds like small peach halves) she sighed and turned onto her back. He was able to uncover her completely. Still, she slept. His eyes centered on her plump little mound, a V of hairless white between the full columns of her tanned upper thighs. The babyish pink slit was partly visible. He couldn't help putting his hand on her stomach. The skin was warm and dry.
Suzi's eyes flickered open. She smiled. "Hello, Daddy. I was hoping you'd come see me again. I stayed awake almost all night the night after you visited last time."
He took his hand from her belly. "Punkin, I've got to tell you ... what happened last time was wrong. It isn't right for a man and his daughter to have sexual relations. And it isn't right for you to do things with that colored boy and girl you know. It's not-"
"Why?"
"You're too young. You might get pregnant. It would kill your mother if you had a black baby."
"But I take pills. Albina has them. She gets all she wants from her mother. She gives them out to five or six girls."
"But, baby, you should save yourself for when you're older and-"
"Why? Sex feels awfully good now. I started fingering myself off when I was ten years old and it was terrific then, too. Why waste all the fun I could have before I'm older?" Suzi reached over and put her hand on his lower thigh. Her hand seemed to burn through the thin pajama leg.
Hank couldn't think of a logical reason as an answer. She wouldn't take "Just because" or "Because I say so."
"Daddy, you're not prejudiced, are you? Is it because Sammy and Albina are black?"
"No, no ... "
"And I think it's groovy for you and me to have fun together, especially if Mother is crazy against sex like she is. You need somebody. And I love you ... and I dig that giant pipe you got. And besides," Suzi smiled knowingly, "you didn't come here this time of night just to lecture me." She moved her small hand up his thigh to the heavy, throbbing bulge of his cock. She squeezed it tenderly, lovingly. "You want me to jack you off again, at least."
It was true! It was true! But he couldn't admit it ... not yet. He changed the subject. "Suzi, I have to know-who sent that photo to me in the mail? Was it Sammy?"
She smiled impishly. "Oh, I did. Just to see what you'd do. It was really funny the way you looked at me that first night, and ever since then, too." She giggled. She hopped off the bed and went to her bureau. "I've got other ones."
Hank watched her delightfully naked casualness, her total lack of modesty. Were all kids like this now? The words, Where did we go light? popped into his mind. He suppressed a hysterical laugh.
Suzi returned to the bed and turned on the shaded reading light over the headboard. She had a handful of Polaroid photos. She knelt on the bed and spread the pictures in front of him. "That's Albina. She's fourteen. Fifteen in two months. And that's Sammy. He sure has a big one, doesn't he?"
Questions, speculations, surmises, all whirled in Hank's mind. He focused on the photos. Sammy was a big, slim, grinning black boy with a moon face, flat nose, and close-cropped kinky hair. His skin was brown, with purplish tones. Hank's gaze shifted to a photo showing Suzi sucking on one of Albina's breasts-they were long, fat, hanging cones of flesh ... "African" breasts ... with purplish, knoblike areolas and long teats, also purplish.
Suzi said, "I think Mother knows about these pictures. I'm pretty sure she's been in my drawers, rummaging around. She's been watching me funny, too, lately."
Hank said, "It must be your imagination. If Joyce saw these she'd have a fit. She'd have hysterics."
"Well ... somebody's been into my things. I can tell."
"Joyce would let us know, believe me." Hank looked at the photos with open fascination.
Albina squatting on Sammy's cock, taking it all the way. A broad, toothy grin, bright, dancing, mischievous brown eyes in the flare of the flash camera. Big, slightly pendulous, fat cones for breasts. But slim brown hips. Only fourteen ... nearly fifteen.
Sammy driving at least six inches of black cock into Suzi's pink and white pussy. Frozen action-Suzi on her back, knees against her chest, face smiling, blue eyes looking directly, unashamedly into the camera.
Hank's guts knotted. He asked, "Doesn't Albina feel funny about doing it with her own brother?"
"Nope. Sex is sex. When there's not going to be any babies, then it doesn't matter. If a brother and sister dig each other, why not?"
"What about mother and son?"
"Sure."
Hank's throat was tight. He looked at a three-photo series: Albina and Suzi eating each other. In another photo Albina with a big, pink, soft plastic cock buried in her cunt. Her hand was blurred as she was caught fucking herself with it, not just posing. Albina had a thick kinky oval of pussy hair on her. There was a picture of Albina sucking her brother's cock. Sucking it enthusiastically. With Suzi straddling Sammy's face as he licked her.
Hank demanded, "Who-took this one?"
"That was with the timer."
Hank gathered the photos. ''I want to look at these tomorrow in private. Are there any others?"
"That's all I've got. Albina and Sammy have some."
"Do they show them around?"
"Only to special friends."
"Jesus ... " He had a picture of half the kids in her school knowing, leering, whispering ... He put the photos in his pajama top pocket.
Suzi asked, "Can we do something now, Daddy? Are you through talking?" Her hand slid up his silky pajama leg to his still-hard cock. She explored its length, squeezing, pressing with her gentle fingers. "Boy, Daddy, is this ever big!"
He let her fondle his cock. It was an arousing, tantalizing sensation. He put his arm around her naked shoulders. He pulled Suzi gently closer. In a smooth, flowing, graceful motion, she flipped her long blonde hair from her eyes and pressed her nakedness to him. Her left arm curled around his neck, her little-girl face lifted, her small mouth opened for a kiss, her blue eyes fluttered closed, a tiny sigh escaped her ...
Hank couldn't help himself. He met her open lips with his own and the kiss, tentative at first, warm ... became hot and wet and galvanizing. He groaned and sent his tongue deep into her sweet mouth. Suzi made a girlish, contented, eager sound and used her little tongue in a touch-play game. Her arm tightened around his neck.
Hank sucked air through flaring nostrils. His eyes were shut. His mouth was wide open to enclose her lips. His tongue licked the insides of her lips, flicked in to her waiting, eager tongue, then stroked to the roof of her mouth. That tongue-touch electrified her. She squirmed and impulsively grabbed for his throbbing cock with her right hand. The kiss lasted and became pure lust. Suzi shamelessly rubbed her small breasts against his chest. She fondled his cock. She made keening little passion sounds in her throat. Finally Hank slid his mouth off hers. He kissed her neck, her ear, then her throat.
Suzi was restless and squirmy. Her eyes were half open, and unfocused. She whispered, "Daddy ... Daddy ... "
Hank could not resist any longer. He pushed her gently down on her back. He was breathing fast, his mouth open. He touched her small, firm breasts. Her flesh was silky smooth, warm, pink-white ... lovely little handfuls. The nipples were already up, tiny hard nubs that felt like hot pink pebbles. Hank heard the pounding rush of blood in his ears. The faint dizziness came again. He lowered his head and sucked one of Suzi's nipples into his mouth. He tried to get all the breast. He rolled his tongue over the nipple, around in wet circles.
Joyce crept down the hall to Suzi's room. Her heart was fluttering in her chest like a captive bird. She smiled to herself at how well she had fooled Hank. She had sensed his intent-he was so obvious-and she had been right! She reached Suzi's door and found it ajar-open about an inch! Joyce held her breath and peered into her daughter's room. She thanked God for the nightlight. She saw Hank sitting on the bed, with Suzi, looking at those awful, dirty pictures.
Joyce's fingers slid down into her pajamas. She strained to see the photos. It was too far away. But she remembered that black boy and his big black thing. A strange quiver spasmed through her belly. A hot flare of sex need. Her fingers wormed into her cunt. She leaned against the door frame and mashed her left breast against the wood ... Her big, thick nipple hurt slightly ... a warm hurt.
Her two fingers dug deeper. She inserted her thumb, too. The second knuckle pressed deliciously against her swollen clitoris. She clamped her jaws tight and watched through the opening. Soon Joyce was gasping softly. Her hand was jabbing her fingers and thumb in and out of her cunt.
She saw Hank kiss Suzi and saw the kiss go out of control. She saw Hank lower his head and start sucking Suzi's little nipples. Suzi was enjoying it, was moaning quietly, working her hands into small, restless clenchings.
Joyce leaned harder against the door jamb. Her nipple ached. She felt the first hot, sharp sweep of pleasure in her loins. Her breath surged through her nostrils. She abruptly, quietly, half ran to the bathroom door and enclosed it with her thighs and arms. She pressed her open pussy hard against the one-and-a-half-inch sharp-edged thickness of enameled wood. She stifled a sob. Joyce's buttocks tensed and flexed. She clutched the door as a lover. She drew ragged, fast breaths. For a long moment she jerked her thinly covered cunt against the door-edge, then tightened her heavy thighs on the white-painted panels, sighed, and stepped back.
She returned silently to Suzi's door. She peered inside-and her eyes widened. She heard Suzi moaning softly, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy ... "
Hank was still sucking Suzi's nipples, licking, rolling his wet tongue on the immature little bumps. And his hand was buried between her open thighs. He had a finger in her, deep, all the way, moving it in small, gentle fucking motions.
Joyce reached into her pajamas again. Her thumb and first finger sought and found her clitoris. Her cheek twitched as she pinched and rubbed the sensitive organ. She watched as Suzi came. She watched as Suzi sat up and played with Hank's enormous cock. She watched, her stomach roiling.
Hank finger-fucked his daughter in a daze of lust. She felt so tight inside! How could she take even six inches of Sammy's cock? But she was wet as hell! She was turned on! He sucked harder on an areola and nipple. He slithered his finger in and out over her clitoris. Suzi's clitoris had surprised and delighted him. For a girl her age to have one so prominent was astonishing. It wasn't big, but it stuck out from the upper folds of her labia like a tiny prick. She actually trembled when he thrummed it with his fingertip.
Suzi's hands played restlessly in his hair and patted his neck and shoulders. "Umm ... ummm ... ummmm ... " She raised her knees. Her bare cunt rocked against his hand. "Oh, Daddy ... I'm fizzing ... Oh, I want your pipe in there ... fuck me, Daddy ... please ... fuck me ... "
He didn't answer. He kept on tonguing her nipples and fingering her clitoris. That wild little clit! It's like playing with a rubber matchtip. It's mysteriously stiffer now, just like my cock before I come. He couldn't fuck her. Not yet. Not this time, baby.
Suzi began to tremble ... actually tremble! Her child's face became transformed, exalted, then it crumpled into an expression of torture-agony! She panted, "I'm going off ... oh, Daddy, it's so good! ... " Her hips jumped spasmodically. He thrust his finger fast and deep. On impulse he pressed a second finger into her wet, dilating, clenching vagina.
Suzi hugged his head to her breast. He was surprised at her strength. She whined toward the end ... a series of quickening, ascending sounds of intense pleasure. Then she abruptly went limp. He withdrew his finger. He sat up. He had an impulse to stick his finger into his mouth and taste her juices. He repressed it. He hid his finger from her and wiped it on the sheet.
Suzi was smiling blissfully. "That was great." She sighed deeply three times. She put a finger into her pussy. "Wow, am I ever wet! I get all icky over you, Daddy." She kissed his pajama-clad knee. Her blue eyes were dulled by sleepiness and sexual release. Her hand crept up his leg to his cock. Her fingers closed around its size. "Double wow. This green giant just blows my mind each time I feel it," She shifted to a lotus position beside him. Her hand kept moving on his cock, measuring its length and thickness. "I wish you'd fuck me, sometime. I really do."
Hank smiled weakly. "Honey ... "
"Come on, get these things off." She pulled the string of his bottoms. "Let me see you all naked."
He stood up and stripped. He unconsciously sucked in his gut-not that he really needed to- and tensed his biceps and pectorals.
"Now lay down here on my bed." She moved. back next to the wall.
Hank obeyed. His cock was heavy and stiff, jerking on his belly as he tightened and relaxed certain muscles in his crotch. He lay on his back on the twin bed. He locked his hands under his head. He was embarrassed. But he was anticipating the sweet power of the orgasm that would come when she jacked him off.
Suzi put her hands on him immediately. She milked the long, thick shaft. She accumulated a drop of secretion at the tip of the glans and skimmed it with a fingertip. She tasted it. "Umm." She laughed at his expression. "Daddy, you're so square!"
"I guess so, Punkin."
She pumped the skin up and down, slowly, her gaze shifting from his huge cock to his face. After a minute she slowly increased the speed. Her small breasts wobbled with her arm movements. Her full lips were parted. She breathed through her mouth. She now watched his cock intently. Then she shifted to a kneeling position. She used both hands. She was panting slightly from the effort.
Hank could feel the deep stirring in his guts, the hot tingling, the sexual tension that was increasing slowly, surely, with sweet power.
Suzi whispered, "Let me, Daddy, please!" She leaned over his cock till her mouth was only inches above it. She seemed mesmerized by it. "I want to suck you ... let me suck you off, Daddy ... let me finish you."
Hank couldn't move, couldn't speak. His cock throbbed violently. Let her! Let her!
Suzi's head lowered ... her full-lipped mouth opened ... her little pink tongue flicked out and touched the tip of his cock. Her lips touched and slowly spread over the purplish head. Her mouth opened wider ... wider ...
Hank stared, in turn hypnotized. His breath was shaky. He licked his dry lips. He swallowed. His belly tensed ... tighter. His cock felt monstrously large.
Suzi's lips slipped down over the full round-ness of the head. She made an unintelligible sound in her throat and took more cock into her mouth. It was happening! She was sucking him! A tremendous surge of shameful lust made him gasp. Almost instantly he was close to coming. Hank gritted his teeth. "Suzi-"
She didn't stop. She whipped her agile little tongue around the crown of his cock. With both hands she started pumping him again, bringing the skin up against the lower reach of her lips.
Hank's eyes focused on her mouth-wide open, straining to take more and more, enclosing his thickness, enclosing the glans and an inch of shaft in wet, sucking heat. A guilt-tortured groan was dragged from him. He filled his mind with the sight of her-little Suzi ... my little girl-sucking his cock, licking it, using one hand to fondle his balls. He fought to keep from coming so soon. The pleasure was there with a great psychological thrill that was powering him toward a shattering orgasm.
His hands unclasped from under his head and gripped the edges of the narrow bed. His neck strained to keep his head lifted from the pillow so that he could see. His belly was sucked in, tight, rigid. His thighs were locked. His conscience made him whisper halfheartedly, "No, baby, don't ... "
Suzi continued sucking. Her wide-open mouth was filled with his cock. Wet sounds ... sucking sounds. She was taking it to the back of her throat! Her head bobbed up and down in time with the up and down sweep of her hand on his shaft. Her long blonde hair fell as a thin screen to his belly.
Hank couldn't keep control any longer. The sweet tension was too strong. The sensations were incredible! His hands tightened on the edges of the mattress. His head trembled. His eyes bugged out. His breath rasped shakily through his open mouth. His hips lifted and thrust with swift, instinctive coital thrusts. His mind was in chaos.
Suzi whimpered ... a small, child's sound of desire and happiness. She knew he was almost ready to climax. She speeded her movements. Her tongue became a fiery devil as it lashed sensitive nerve-endings in a welter of saliva.
The pleasure took him! A wave of boiling ecstasy broke in his loins and seethed up his cock like a geyser. Hank gasped sharply. "AHHH ... , OH MY GOD! OH, JESUS!" He knew he was shooting in her mouth! Thick gobs of semen! He didn't care! YES! TAKE IT, BABY! His body shook. He groaned. He saw a trickle of white stuff run down his cock from a corner of Suzi's tight, working mouth.
She kept on sucking! Her hands flew up and down his cock. She milked him! Hank saw her swallow! Something seemed to come loose in his mind. His brain seemed to pulse and swell in his skull.
It was all over. The scalding pleasure diminished and he relaxed. His thoughts were lightning flashes in a murk of dread and shame. And in the wings, hidden from the conscious stage of his mind: repressed gloating ... it's done now ... now you can go ahead and do it all ... why not? ... why not? ... why not? ... why not? You, can't turn back now. The damage is done ... she likes it ... she wants it, ...
Suzi lifted her head. Her eyes were shining. She licked her lips and gathered saliva and semen in her mouth and swallowed again. "Wow, Daddy, you had a lot! It tastes like buttermilk, kind of. I like it."
Hank almost retched. He rolled off the bed and had presence of mind enough to stop an instant and grab his pajamas from the floor. He fled. Into the bathroom. Behind the locked door he stood shaking, his mind ablaze with her words, her smile. He sat on the toilet seat and held his head. His cock lay like a dead fish between his legs.
Joyce watched, sickened, excited, appalled, as her daughter sucked off her husband. And she was jealous! Strangely, it did not occur to her to burst in and make it stop happening. She knew she was sick in the mind ... she knew Hank was, too ... and Suzi, too ... She tried to keep her fast breathing quiet, spreading her legs wide as she stood half-crouched at Suzi's door while her left hand rubbed in the juices of her cunt. She bunched three fingers and pressed them in. She tortured her clitoris and experienced a spine-shivering climax.
She couldn't believe Suzi could be doing it! And when Suzi obviously let Hank shoot into her mouth and she swallowed that awful stuff!- Joyce made a gagging sound behind clenched teeth and had to look away. But in spite of her revulsion she was curious and had to look and listen to Hank's cries of rapture. She was astonished at her own sexual arousal. Seeing Hank and Suzi doing things to each other was a key that unlocked a room in her mind, a room full of erotic, dirty thoughts and feelings. She felt those awful thoughts and desires crawling in her mind like maggots. She couldn't kill them! She couldn't get them back into that secret room!
Joyce leaned weakly against the door frame and used both hands on herself . , . left-hand fingers jabbing deep into her vagina, two right-hand fingers squeezing and pinching her clitoris. She was shivering on the climb to another orgasm when Hank rolled from Suzi's bed. Joyce instantly darted down the hall to the master bedroom and closed that door. She quickly climbed into the big bed. She feigned sleep. She heard Hank go into the bathroom. She wished she could be fucked. Not by Hank! Not after coming from Suzi! Never again would Hank touch her!
Her mind filled with the recall of Suzi's photos. That big nigger thing, hi me? Would he jam it in hard and fast-like a bull? Brutally? It would hurt that way. Yes. Yes. Rape. He would rape me. And he wouldn't be satisfied with just that. He'd -make me ... suck it ... make me suck it ... suck!
CHAPTER FIVE
Hank lay in bed three nights later, whispering desperately, "Please, Joyce! Christ-you're driving me-"
She lay huddled with her back to him. There was an itch in her lower belly, but it wasn't for him. "Leave me alone, Hank. Just leave me alone, I beg you." She knew his sex urge was up again. She knew what he meant-"You're driving me ... to Suzi!" And something twisted in her mind wanted him to go to their thirteen-year-old daughter again ... so she could watch. Joyce began to weep. "No ... no ... I've taken a sleeping pill ... I can't ... " She hadn't taken one.
His arm lay over her hip. His hand tried to push down into her pajamas. She tightened her thighs and huddled into an uncompromising ball. His hand was trapped. Enraged, permeated with guilt for his visits to Suzi, guilty at his happiness that Joyce continued to deny him his sex rights-she's forcing me to turn to Suzi, so it's her fault, her fault!-Hank violently pulled his hand free and threw the covers away from him. He got out of bed. He started to dress.
"Where are you going?"
"Out. I don't know. You bitch! What do you care? You've got no right to know!"
Joyce blinked at the savagery of his tone. She felt uncontrollable tears welling up, flooding her. "Don't ... Stay home ... " Go to Suzi.
Hank left the bedroom. He let his eyes caress Suzi's door as he passed, then he forced himself into the kitchen. He took down the bottle of vodka kept on an upper cupboard shelf. He swigged a mouthful straight from the bottle. He choked as he swallowed. His stomach became a furnace. He forced down another mouthful, left the bottle uncapped on the drainboard. He slammed the front door as he went out. He drove with his hands fisted tightly on the wheel, his mind fighting the lure of Suzi's body and her sweet willingness ... Her mouth ... Jesus, her mouth ... that naked little cunt ...
He stopped at a gas station and looked up an address in the phone book. Margie. He called her. She was surprised to hear from him. She had put in her last day at the office the week before. They hadn't spoken a word in her last days. Hank spent a moment asking how she was doing, had she found another job? And then-"Hey, would you mind if I came over to your place for a few minutes?"
Margie fenced for a moment and then agreed. Her two-room apartment was small, in a third-rate building. The overstaffed furniture was old and covered with thick, knitted, plaid covers. The rag was a faded Oriental. The bed slid out of the wall after wide cabinet doors were opened. The rug was grooved by the castors. The bed was out when he entered. Margie sat close beside him on the sofa. She wore a thin rayon kimono. Her breasts hung loose. She was barefoot. "I'm sorry, I don't have any liquor."
She smelled nice. Her blonde hair had a just-shampooed look. Her face was free of makeup. Hank put his arm around her. "Just getting ready for bed?"
"Umhmm. It's nearly midnight."
"I won't stay long."
"Stay all night if you want." She didn't meet his eyes. There was a hungry tremor in her voice.
Hank smiled, pleased. "You want eight inches, huh?" She's too, too easy. He slid his hand inside her robe to the soft warmth of her breasts. He played with her small-marshmallow nipples and felt them get firm and crinkly. Margie didn't answer. She turned and offered her mouth. Most of her appeal was gone for Hank. She wasn't a looka-like Suzi now. Margie was a safety valve. Any' cunt in a storm. She was a body, a mouth, a soft wet hole.
He kissed her and rooted in her mouth with his tongue. He squeezed her breasts and pulled open her kimono. Her fleshy thighs opened in expectation of his hand. She reached for his cock. She kept her blue eyes closed, kept her mouth open, on his mouth. Hank pulled away from her. He stood up, facing her, and unbuckled his pants. She sat passively, watching, not bothering to close her robe. He dropped his pants. He hadn't bothered with shorts, to get out of the house quickly, away from Joyce and the temptation of Suzi.
His cock hung out, half hard, six-inches, fat, swaying near his thighs with every movement as he shortstepped closer to the sofa, between her knees. Margie didn't have to be told. She leaned forward and took the head of it into her mouth. Hank watched her suck. His cock stiffened slowly, almost reluctantly. She held it with one hand. She sucked wetly. Her tongue lolled against the underside of the glans. She was good ... but ... not as good as Suzi. Margie didn't do it the same way. She didn't grip his shaft the same ... didn't use her tongue, didn't excite him, now, at all.
To spur his interest he began thrusting more cock into her mouth. She gagged slightly as the head penetrated to her throat. But she let him do it. She leaned forward and put her hands on his bony hips and let her mouth be used. The sadism in him-in every person, in greater or lesser degree -made him try to thrust more and more hard cock into her mouth. He butted the back of her throat Margie made uk sounds. Her throat contracted, but she kept her hands on his hips and urged him to continue fucking her engorged mouth.
Hank was soon panting. His eyes narrowed. He was socking five inches of fat, hard prick into her hot mouth, sliding it in between her clinging, stretched lips, along the slithering length of her tongue, making her choke, triggering her gag reflex with every plunge. She made awful, retching sounds, but he didn't care. It excited him. Margie fell away from him. She sprawled against the back of the sofa, her lips wet, open. Her throat worked. Her eyes were half closed. "Fuck me now, Hank."
He was breathing fast, his mind a welter of images and raw, unsatisfied lust. His cock was heavy and tingling. "Get down on the floor. On your knees."
She obeyed. Stuck her robe-covered ass up invitingly, her head down in a cradle of her arms. "Take it easy at first."
He sank to his knees behind her. He flipped the long kimono back over her head. He gripped the soft round fleshy globes of her buttocks. Hank ran a hand up between her thighs and dug a finger into her cunt. She was sopping. He moved into position.
"Want it up the ass?"
"Jesus--no!"
He nosed his cock between her lower cheeks and buried the head in her pussy. He waggled his hips and sank his cock into her. Finally he held her by the waist and pressed tight against her. She hunched her shoulders lower and pressed her ass back against his loins. She whispered, "What a monster."
"But you love it."
"Yes ... " Margie peered under her body-between her hanging, flaccid, swaying breasts, to the thick mat of blonde hair on her mound. She reached far under, back between her thighs, to fondle his hanging scrotum.
He fucked her hard and fast, slapping against her ass, jarring her, pulling her ass to meet his plunges. The glow built up in his guts again, and concentrated in his cock. He slammed at her-harder, harder-his face a mask, his cock massive and bonelike'. He was aware that she was fingering her clitoris as he fucked her. And she was moaning. He started to sweat with the exertion. He was too close to coming to be tired.
Margie was making wild sounds. Her fingers were rubbing fiercely at her clitoris, touching the slick length of his shaft as it plunged in and out of her cunt. Hank began to lose control. He sobbed and battered at her. In his mind: Daddy, it's so good. Daddy, fuck me ... fuck me ... oh, faster, oh, deeper! He came, spurting, grunting, hissing air through gritted teeth. Then he slumped over her back, cock still in her, sucking deep lungfuls of air. He wished he had a drink.
Hank stayed with Margie for another hour. He masturbated her and she sucked his cock until he finally came again, but he had to whip his mind with images of himself and Suzi. He returned home around two-thirty, exhausted, physically drained, but emotionally unsatisfied. He wanted Suzi! In a few days ... when the itch got strong in him again ...
He walked quietly past her door and wondered if she had been expecting him? Had she lain awake, waiting for her daddy? He felt guilty for having disappointed her. CHRIST, what a multi-pronged pitchfork of guilt he had jabbing into his cringing brain! What was right? What was wrong? He felt helpless, a puppet being manipulated by inner and outer forces over which he had no control I Hank turned around and went to the kitchen and in the darkness took three searing swallows of vodka. When he entered the master bedroom Joyce seemed asleep.
He managed to resist the lure of Suzi's mouth, and the promise of her childlike cunt, for five days. But the girl tempted him every night. Whispers: "Why not, Daddy? We both like doing things ... "
"Tomorrow's Saturday, Daddy. I can stay up real late tonight ... "
Joyce seemed to encourage things. She seemed to conk out early every night. She left Hank and Suzi alone more and more in the evenings ... and Suzi immediately shifted to a place beside him on the sofa ... or sat at his feet on a cushion, and her hand inevitably crept inch by inch up his leg, until he stopped her. Sometimes he didn't.
The fourth and fifth nights he didn't. He let Suzi's little hand search for his cock, and find it -hard!-and squeeze, squeeze, gently, lovingly ... as she rested her head against his thigh, a smile on her lips. On the fifth night she whispered from her position at his feet, as Joyce ran a tub in the bathroom, "I want you to come to me tonight, Daddy. I've got the hornies." Her hand wriggled between his thighs and found his pulsing cock in his pantleg. His stomach turned sick. He lifted his drink to his lips.
"I'll suck you off again if you want. Didn't you like it last time?" He didn't answer. She came up onto her knees and rested her chin on his thigh, near where her left hand clasped the throbbing length of his cock. "I'll have to go over to see Sammy and Albina tomorrow if I don't have you to love tonight, Daddy."
"My God, Suzi ... "
"I will. Why shouldn't I?" She found his pants zipper. She tugged it down. He didn't stop her. He listened as Joyce, in the bathroom, turned off the bath water. Suzi reached into his pants with eager fingers. She grasped his naked cock and dragged it awkwardly free of his pants-leg. "I love to see it. What a pipe! Daddy, how did you ever grow one so big?"
"Just lucky, I guess."
"Ummm ... mmmm!" Suzi nuzzled it with her lips, then quickly, greedily, before he could stop her, knowing he might, took the purplish head into her mouth. She crammed her mouth full.
For an instant he sat, thrilled, electrified, willing, drunk enough to hesitate. Then a guilt-fear reflex made him push her head away. "Not now! Stop it! Suzi!"
She resisted and tried to keep his cock in her mouth. But finally settled back down to the floor. She giggled as he stuffed his stiff, wet cock back into his pants. "Daddy, sometimes you're a plonk."
"Maybe I am." He zipped up and went to get another slosh of whiskey into his glass. He had laid in a good supply of liquor.
He lay in bed until past midnight. Joyce had been breathing slowly and evenly for an hour. He had seen her take the pill. His cock itched and throbbed, long and hard against his right thigh as he lay on his side. He slipped out of bed. He didn't see Joyce's eyes open and watch him leave. Seconds later he entered Suzi's room.
She was naked on the bed, waiting, gloriously young and sensual beneath the yellow reading light. She smiled, "Hi, Daddy." She put aside a comic book. She held out her arms. As Hank crossed to the bed, as he settled down onto it and took her into his arms, his willpower, his inhibitions, his resolve to limit what would happen ... all these faded to pale, powerless shadows in his mind.
"Oh, Daddy, I knew you'd come ... " Suzi was childlike in her directness and single-mindedness. She pulled his pajama cord immediately and delved for his cock. Her worship of his size, and her openness and apparent innocence of shame about sex-as if it wasn't dirty-enthralled Hank. He was helpless before it. Her small hands played with him with enticing little strokings and touches. Shivers raced up and down his spine.
He cupped her chin in his big hands, kissed her, open-mouthed, erotically, and sank into a world of lust. His hands went to her breasts, then, to cup white-pink youthful swellings. He lost himself in her sweet, willing mouth, as her tongue flickered against his, reminding him of the sensation it produced when playing around the head of his cock. His hands stroked her soft, rounded thighs, her hips and belly, her arms, back, legs ... Her thighs opened for him at the first hint that he wished them open. His right hand cupped naturally over her smooth, babyish mound. His middle finger pressed against the pink lips and easily invaded the slippery vulva.
Suzi moaned softly. She settled back onto the pillow, "I'll do anything you want. Daddy. Just tell me."
He said huskily, "I will, baby." He reached up and turned off the light. The night light was on by the desk, but was not intentionally masked by a record album. It was dark in the room. He felt less guilty in the dark. He felt more free. His middle finger found her stiff little clitoris. He rubbed it gently, in a tiny circular caress.
Suzi moved her hips and opened her thighs further. "Ummm ... " Her left hand held his cock as if the head were the knob of a stickshift. Her fingers kept moving in small pressures and slidings. Her palm was wet with his secretion. Hank knew what he wanted to try. Now. He sucked on the pebblelike nipple. He licked it and stabbed at it with his tongue. He shifted his body. Suzi knew what he was going to do. "Oh, yes, Daddy! I love it."
He kissed her belly. She was breathing fast. Her skin was so smooth! He kept his finger against her clitoris. HER HIPS COULDN'T STAY STILL. Her little-girl hands came to his head and pressed down. He moved lower-her legs were on either side of his head now. Her thighs rose up and fell open. The silky skin brushed his cheeks. He kissed the sensitive inner flesh. He took his finger from her vulva and kissed her smooth mound. He was breathless. A weird tightness was in his gut. His cock was trapped between his hip and the rumpled blanket. His legs extended over the foot of the bed.
Suzi smelled clean and soapy. And young-she smelted entrancingly young! He ran his hands under her raised thighs. He didn't know what to do exactly. He began licking the lips of her pussy. They were pouting lips, moist with natural lubricating secretions. Ready for fucking ! The taste of her wasn't bad. Strange, but it didn't repel him. But he was a little high. Hank licked with long upstrokes of his tongue. He noticed, after a minute, that she had begun to tremble slightly. He asked softly, in the darkness, "Is this the way to do it, baby?"
"Oh, Daddy ... put your tongue in me ... you know ... where your finger was."
Inside? His stomach churned. But she's clean ... He stiffened his tongue and forced it hesitantly between the puffed lips. He pressed his face snugly into the soft, intimate V of her loins and tongued into the acid-tangy inner folds . , . blindly ... until his tongue tip found the erectile nub that was her clitoris.
Suzi gave a small, pleasure-gasp, and her loins reflexively pressed against his mouth. She sighed, "Umm ... like that ... lick me there!"
He obeyed, excited at her pleasure and reaction. His cock stayed hard and itchy. He promised himself she would suck it later. He'd shoot off in her mouth ... Hank licked her swollen little clitoris in a sudden lust, an exuberance of pride and overwhelming desire to give his little girl pleasure. He wanted to make her come! This way! Suzi squirmed delightfully against his face as he licked enthusiastically. He gripped her thighs to keep her from moving around too much.
She moaned softly, "Ohhh, Daddy, ... ohh ... a little higher ... ummm . - ... ummm!" She couldn't stay still. Her thighs tightened on his burrowing head. Her hands curled into his hair. "Daddy, you're eating me so good ... "
He responded by flicking his tongue faster and faster against her clitoris. Her vulva bumped up at his mouth with a slow, sexy rhythm. He heard her breath catch as he fluttered his tongue a certain way. He continued that movement. Suzi spasmed. Her hands clenched tight in his hair. Her belly was sucked in and released in rippling waves. Her thighs clamped on his head. She trembled as if in an icy wind.
"I'm going off ... Daddy-DADDY I" She went wild for long, frantic seconds, thrashing against his mouth. He tried to keep contact, tried to keep his tongue lashing into her flushed, very wet open vulva. Hank went a little crazy himself. He panted for air and rubbed his face into her spread loins ... his nose, his chin ... always his mouth and extended, moving tongue. She went rigid and held her breath-Then Suzi went limp, boneless. She lay panting, her breath slowing. "Oh, wow ... wow ... did I ever tear one off ... like the end of the world ... like lightning down there!"
Hank was happy. A glow of accomplishment. He asked. "Want more, honey?"
"Sure!"
Once again he dipped his now-educated tongue into her pussy. She sighed luxuriously, "Oh ... grrrroooo'ovvvy." He took his time. He lapped in her steadly, knowing it would be a few moments before she would be climbing to another orgasm. But Suzi surprised him. It seemed to him that barely a minute had gone by when she began a slow, sinuous writhing and she whispered, "It's coming ... oh, Daddy, what a crazy tongue!" She seemed to make it quicker-the peak swept her up in its powerful, quivering grip almost immediately.
When it had passed and she had quieted, as he leisurely continued to lick her still-stiffened clitoris, she said, "I can go on like this all night. Really. And I get hotter and hotter and ... I really need ... " Her small soft hands patted his head. "I've got to have a pipe in me. Daddy, if you keep me going like this much more you've gotta fuck me later."
"Baby, I'm so big-" His cock felt monstrous, hot, all a-tingle, as it pulsed heavily against his thigh.
"I don't care. I get so empty inside. It's an awful achey feeling. I don't let anybody do me like this more than once or twice unless there's a nice pipe around, waiting, I can't help it, Daddy. I'm just this way."
He nuzzled her pussy. He licked her thighs. His cock wanted him to go ahead. His conscience flared up; what if he tore her inside? What if she bled and had to be taken to the hospital! Jesus! But she can take Sammy! I'd be careful. Hank asked, "What do you want me to do, baby?"
"You know, Daddy. You know."
"Do you want me to eat you some more, then fuck you?"
"Yes."
His ears slushed-slushed with his pulse. His entire body seemed to shake with the slam of his heart. "Do you ... " His voice tremored. " ... do you want your big daddy to shove ... shove every inch into you?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy!"
It's a dream-it has to be a dream! Hank rested his forehead on Suzi's naked mound and breathed deeply, excitedly. His ears were muffled by her round, silky thighs. But he heard her whisper, "Eat me again, Daddy. Eat me. Please. Put your tongue in me again. Please, Daddy. Eat me ... eat me ... " He lowered his head into the sweet hollow of her loins. There was the aroma of her sweat and of her vulva. There was the acidy taste of her juices. He loved it. "Ummmm ... UMMMM ... " His tongue snaked into her. Her clitoris vibrated to its firm stroking. She jerked her cunt against his open mouth. Suzi's breathing was harsh and loud in the next ten minutes as he licked endlessly, skillfully into her wet slit.
She came again and again, shuddering and trembling against his mouth, gasping her joy and gratitude in a breathless little-girl voice that spurred him on and on. At last his tongue and jaws were too tired to continue. His neck ached. He lay with his head on her belly. Suzi's hands caressed his head. "Oh, Daddy ... you sure learned quick ... and now I'm that way ... you've got me all empty inside ... Daddy ... come up and fuck me ... fuck me ... give me all that big pipe."
He could not resist. His cock ruled him, At last! At last! It quivered and jerked like a nervous race horse. He rose up on his knees. He knelt between her young thighs, in the welcome darkness, as she grasped his cock with eager, guiding hands.
"Ymm, wow, is this big! I keep forgetting, I've got butterflies!" But she -lodged the plumlike head against the slippery lips of her cunt, and then her hands fell away. "Now fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!"
"God, Suzi ... " He was dry-mouthed again, scared, but shivering with lust. The tip of his cock was touching warm moistness, sending hints of incredible sensations to come. He leaned over her and sought her sweet mouth. His buttock muscles tightened, his back and thigh muscles contracted slightly, exerting pressure on his cock ... and the big glans pushed against Suzi's inner, vaginal mouth, expanded it and slid inside.
She gave a small, half-pained "Oh!" But her thighs did not close. Her arms stayed open. IN ... Jesus Christ, I've got it in ... He wanted to turn on the light and see the inches sink into her. Hank felt a tight clasping of his glans. He held himself, savoring the sensation as the head of his cock was clasped in a tight velvet inner grip. He was gasping from the tremendous excitement of the act He crouched over her, sweat breaking out on his skin.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I know you do, honey."
"Put more in."
He groaned softly with lust and gratitude. He pushed more cock into her. The delicious wet warmth and tightness of her cunt crept up the length of his thick, rigid shaft.
"Tell me when to stop, baby."
"I want it all, Daddy. Put more in!"
He knew he had half his eight inches in her. More ... more ... The hot tightness enclosed at least six inches now. He knew his cock was thicker as well as longer than Sammy's. (He had spent hours studying that photo!) His little girl, his Suzi, must be just about filled up now, at her limit. Ummm! His cock was three-quarters buried in heaven! But still he pressed the long, heavy, throbbing bulk of his cock into her belly. He couldn't see her face. He wanted to-and was afraid to. He kept his eyes closed in the darkness. The sensation--JESUS!-the sweet tightness of her, the spasmodic little squeezings of her inner muscles, the subtle wet-slick-warm friction as he fucked slowly, in and out now, beginning to thrust, beginning to get that gut-trembling lava-like pleasure!
Hank let himself down on her body. She took his weight eagerly, and her arms went around his sweaty-slick back. She was breathing in fast, shallow pants, and small throat noises-pain? pleasure?-caught at each breath. He fucked smoothly, calculation deep in his brain-get her good and juicy, good and hot, then work the last inches in ... , Because he could feel the distention of her cunt-could feel the stretch as his cock swept in and out.
But Suzi liked it. She clutched him tight to her breasts. Her nipples were digging into his skin. Her hips rocked in a willing taking under him, a smooth arc of fucking, of meeting his slow, steady penetrations. "Daddy ... Daddy ... Daddy."
He shivered at the happiness and pleasure in her soft, shaky child's voice. He kissed her neck and blew in her little ear, in the darkness. The bed squeaked, squeaked, squeaked ... He fucked harder and faster, unwillingly, eagerly, the force of a giant, gathering orgasm in his guts sweeping him out of control. His cock seemed to expand, to grow to elephantine size as his lust reached eye-glazing, sobbing proportions. He heard Suzi breathing with tiny child's grunts as his buttocks began to really drive his cock into her. He gritted his teeth and sucked great lungfuls of air. He moaned helplessly, "Baby ... baby ... baby ... "
Her small, soft hands slipped on the pools and trickles of sweat on his back, and slid to his pistoning buttocks. He was grinding his cock into her! SO FUCKING DEEP! Ramming! She was engorged, distended! His huge, swollen cock rifled her cunt, stretched the delicate sheath to near its absolute limit. Suzi dug her fingers into his ass and urged him on. Her thighs were wide open, her heels locked in the hollows of his knees, "Go, Daddy, go! GO! GO!"
He was almost beyond hearing. Her words added the last bit of erotic electricity to send him over that scalding edge. Hank cried out in animal pleasure-agony. The burst of orgasm shook his body. His thrusts became mad, uncontrolled lunges. His mind seethed and bubbled with a kaleidoscope of fiery rapture. In the last few end-less-too quick seconds of that glory his hands moved to grip her firm, rounded ass cheeks. His arms lifted her cunt to meet his violently pistoning cock. Their loins smacked wetly together with rapid-fire impacts. His fingers sank like claws into her resilient, melon-like buttocks. His arm and shoulder muscles bulged as he pulled her smooth cunt violently, cruelly, against his hairy pubic bone. His immense cock was totally buried in her sweet young body. The massive shaft jerked in her and spurted, flooding her womb with hot, sticky semen.
Suzi went loose and shivery. Her cries were as mindless and animal as his. She had never been fucked like this ... never been possessed like this ... never been so far gone as this ... never had so much-so much!-cock slamming into her as this ... as her daddy was plunging into her so wonderfully far and deep and fast! Her guts were on fire, molten, the warmth spreading like lava through her body, tingling, becoming sharper and stronger each second, each time his impossibly big weapon swept up into her belly. Suzi bit Hank's shoulder and whined like a puppy and shuddered as if with a mortal fever.
He lost all rhythm, all coordination. Great barking groans were torn from his throat. His huge cock was a red-hot club of iron flesh. The sensation seared his mind. Again ... again! His lungs fought for more and more air. And then his sanity returned. He was aware of himself, aware of the hot, pulsing log that was his cock as he shoved it in and out of his thirteen-year-old daughter's clenching, dilating vagina, as he savored the diminishing ecstasy. A chilling guilt made him rear up and attempt to pull out. "Oh, God-"
"No not yet, Daddy. Stay in me for a minute." Suzi caressed his neck and hair. "Hold me ... oh, it was so terrific ... I'm all goosy and twitchy inside ... it was just so incredible ... you're ten times better that Sammy ... better than anybody, ever! Oh, Daddy!" .She hugged him hard and pecked his face with kisses.
Joyce had-strangely enough-wanted to have sex with Hank, but she had wanted more to listen and see him doing dirty, unspeakable things with Suzi! She had denied the warm yearning in her loins and forced him to go to their daughter. But she did not think of it in that way. Of course Suzi was now the instrument both Hank and Joyce used to act out their deepest sexual fantasies. Suzi was a willing tool, who in turn used them ... or was she simply a supremely sane, sexually liberated young girl?
Joyce again crept silently to Suzi's door. It was closed. She could hear them kissing in there and could hear Suzi whisper loudly, eagerly, "Oh, yes, Daddy! I love it!" Joyce was furious with Hank for having closed the door so far the latch caught. She wanted to SEE! She heard rustling. The bed squeaked as they shifted to different position. Was he going to screw Suzi? That monstrous thing in her?
Joyce tried to peep through the keyhole. Blackness. No light-not a faint glimmer-came under the door, either. They were doing it in the dark! Joyce was so curious! And her cunt itched for her fingers as she watched it happen! SHE HAD TO SEE IT! She took a terrible chance-prepared to be hysterically shocked if she was caught-and put her shaking hand on the doorknob. She turned it-and eased open the door an inch or two, enough to confirm the room's darkness except for the almost totally shaded nightlight.
She pushed the door open further and looked in at where the bed was in the darkness. She had come from a darkened room, through a dark hallway, and her eyes had been closed a long time in feigned sleep. Her pupils were wide open, adjusted. She could see remarkably well with the trace of light, in the slightly less than total darkness. She saw them on the bed-Hank's legs off the edge of the bed ... Suzi's white blob of nakedness, the raised, white thighs ... and Suzi's breathless, excited, pleasured words: "Umm ... like that ... lick me there!"
Joyce's throat choked off her breathing. Yes, Hank's head was moving. His face was pressed tight to Suzi's center! Entranced, Joyce slipped into the room and drifted close to the bed. She was sure Hank was unaware of her. He's too busy eating! She shivered. An insistent pulsing need suffused her own center. Joyce saw that Suzi could see her if ... But Suzi didn't react, didn't speak ... so she was safe. Suzi was too wrapped up with what Hank's busy mouth was doing. Joyce was intrigued. She listened to Suzi's sighs and moans and climaxes. She heard their byplay, the exchange about how Suzi needed to be ... fucked ... if he continued to eat her. Why hadn't Hank ever done that to her?
Joyce willed him to continue. Her fingers slipped into her vulva and skidded harshly over her clitoris. When Hank moved up and covered Suzi, and worked his long, heavy cock into the more than willing girl, Joyce was almost frantic with passion. A lust-crazed whisper in her mind: join them! NO! She hunched near the wall and masturbated feverishly, her breathing masked by Suzi's and Hank's. She shivered and had to leave. She crept out with Suzi's incredible words branded in her mind: "Put more in ... "
Joyce wanted something in her own cunt. The itch was deep and demanding. She went into the dark kitchen, She took a long, curved banana from the fruit bowl on the counter. She ran her hand along its length. It was a thick one ... and long ... longer even than Hank's cock. It had a rough tip. She found a knife and sliced off the tip. Joyce was breathing deeply. She walked quickly back to Suzi's door. She held the banana in both hands, the end between her lips, her mouth barred by her teeth.
She had left Suzi's door ajar. She crept in and squatted by the foot of the bed. She didn't think about the possibility of the light being turned on, or of Hank or Suzi discovering her ... hearing her. That was no longer in the script-the way she wanted things to happen. Joyce wriggled her pajama pants down to her ankles. She felt deliciously, daringly exposed to the air and darkness. She listened to Hank and Suzi talking softly.
"I bet I can get you hard again, Daddy, in a minutes."
"Baby, I'm usually only good for once a night."
"No, I want you to fuck me again. A long time. Let me try. I bet I can suck you up real quick."
"I can't refuse to let you try ... "
Joyce smiled in the darkness. She kissed the banana and opened her vulva with the fingers of her right hand and positioned the tip of the banana with her left. Wet, sucking sounds from the bed. Joyce eased the banana into her cunt. Eased it deep. Deeper. There was no end to it ... no end to her capacity. Then the curving, fat, cool length touched something-her cervix?-far inside and a thrill of weird sensation flared through her. It had been a long time since she had experienced that. The thick, round bulk of the fruit lay in her cunt inertly, dead. But strangely exciting for being dead ... and alien. She drew it out almost completely, then pushed it far, far in again. And again the spasm of sharp sensation!! Joyce focused on the sounds of sucking from Suzi ... the quiet, appreciative whispers and moans from Hank. She heard Suzi say, "There, Daddy, I knew I could suck it up! Now you can fuck me again."
Joyce shivered. She pumped the banana deep again. Her thighs jerked, her guts clenched. She heard Hank move on the bed. She craned her neck to see. He was mounting Suzi again, his huge cock wobbling heavily between his thighs. Then he was maneuvering between their daughter's wide-open legs.
Suzi whispered, "What if Mother could see us now!"
Hank grunted. His hand reached between them to make the insertion.
"What would she do, Daddy? "
"Let's not talk about her, honey."
"Would she watch? "
He didn't answer. His buttocks flexed and his hips arched as he slid his massive cock deep into her young cunt. But Joyce sat rigid-frozen-wondering: Does Suzi know I'm here? Did she see me? Suzi said nothing more, then. She sighed as her father's thickness and length reached the depths of her belly. The bed squeaked again with the beginning of a slow, regular rhythm. Joyce settled down against the wall and closed her eyes. The sounds of fucking ... deep fucking ... excited her again. The firm, curving column of tapering banana in her cunt gathered her erotic attention, too. She began a slow deep fucking of herself with it in time to the bed noises.
Hank existed in a special sensory heaven. This second fuck was incredible: his cock had been desensitized somewhat by that first powerful, mind-blowing orgasm, and now he felt he could slide in and out of Suzi's tight, gripping cunt for a long, long time before coming. The sensations were still strong, though-delicious wet, silky friction inside, augmented by her obvious enjoyment of it, too. He slid deep, pressed that precious last inch into her, felt the resistance in her womb, the tiny galvanizing spasm that made her breath catch, then eased out till only the head was in her. Then in ... that long sweet thrust in!
How could anything this great be so wrong? He promised himself he would think about it afterward ... It was easy to be moral and to vow it would never happen again, when he was drained, sexually exhausted. But when the blood has stirred his cock, when the itch was in him ... A hard cock has no conscience. Slow and easy, slow and easy ... but Suzi was getting more and more passionate ... going up the mountain to another climax.
She had been meeting his slow plunges, raising her cunt to take him. But as her lust increased she was moaning louder, squirming under him, moving her ass in a restless, erotic dance, jerking her cunt up to get firmer contact with his pubes, to make the penetration more intensely felt, to shock her clitoris with delightful bumps. "Daddy, harder ... fuck me harder ... umm UMM ... VMM!"
He complied, for her. He smacked into her! And the increase in speed and force did it for him, in spite of his wish to prolong the fuck. The pleasure-tide rose and became too powerful to resist. He sobbed and fucked like a madman! "OH, CHRIST-"
Suzi whimpered and convulsed under him, around his huge, thrusting, spurting bludgeon. Her insides felt like a rippling, clenching, hot jelly fist. Hank almost heard the third muffled cry of ecstasy in the small bedroom. Had all of his senses not been narrowed down and focused on his cock, he would have. Then the blazing time receded and he was left with his dead, empty meat buried in his thirteen-year-old daughter's cunt. Left with regret that it was over and left with guilt and shame and self-hatred. It was as if the unholy pleasure left a sticky, dirty residue in his mind.
For a moment he wanted to vomit. His cock shrank swiftly. He pulled out, glad of the darkness again. He didn't want to see the semen on the lips of her naked vulva. He didn't want to look into her guiltless eyes and show his guilt. He wanted to leave ... get away! But Suzi had her arms locked around his neck. "Don't go, Daddy, please."
Did he hear a furtive, rustling movement? Or was it Suzi's legs on the bedclothes? Hank tried to peer around behind him. But Suzi held him-her arms locked his head so he could barely turn it a few inches from side to side. "Baby, let go!"
"I don't want you to run away like last time."
"All right-I'll stay a few minutes." He must have been mistaken. He listened and could hear nothing but his own harsh breathing, Suzi's, the bed. He lingered in her child's arms and stroked her hair and let his heart slow, then she let him up. When he went to the door he kicked something. He looked down but couldn't see what it was. He found the door ajar. Hadn't he closed it when he had entered? Hank peered down the hallway at the master bedroom door. Silence. I guess I was so anxious to get to her ... He said softly, "Good night, baby. Sleep tight."
"I will, Daddy. Especially now."
He went out and closed her door. He went into the bathroom to shower, still puzzling over that sound ... the door ...
CHAPTER SIX
Hank was weaving slightly as he opened the front door of his house two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon. He smiled to himself. His cock was lengthening, sliding down his pant-leg, free of his shorts, hot against his thigh. He entered the house. "Suzi! I'm back!" He heard rock music coming from the rear of the house. He grinned. Maybe she's naked, waiting for me to walk in and fuck her.
He walked unsteadily into the hallway. Her door was open, the music louder. His cock was long and hard now, obscenely conspicuous in his pants. Hank swung into her room. "Hi, baby-" He stared at Suzi's guest-Albina! He knew her from the photos-a big, full-bodied teen-age black girl with chocolate skin and a globular "natural" hairdo of black, kinky, fuzzy hair. Albina was wearing a bright green microdress. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, looking through a few of Suzi's new records. Her thighs to her crotch showed. She wore thin pink panties. The rich brown of her groin showed through.
Suzi was on the bed, also sitting in the lotus position. "Hi, Daddy! Look who came over while you were taking Mother over to visit Grandma."
"Yeah ... Albina, right?" His gaze shifted to her negroid face ... full lips, wide nose, interested, calculating dark eyes. A girl, but also a woman.
Albina smiled knowingly. "Mister Conrad, I'm glad to know you." She bobbed her head once, "Suzi's tellin' me all about how ... nice you are."
"Good." He noted that her nipples showed against her dress. She had a big pair of tits on her! And no bra. Hank added, grinning, "I've seen some pictures of you."
Both Albina and Suzi saw his massive erection. Suzi giggled. "Daddy, your pipe is showing."
Albina didn't take her eyes away. She wasn't bashful about looking. "Girl, that ain't no pipe ... it's a fuckin' third leg!"
Hank put on an exaggerated leer. "All the better to screw you with, m'dear!"
The girls laughed. Suzi asked, "How long is Mother going to stay at Grandma's place?"
"All tonight and tomorrow till five. I have to pick her up then."
"Goodie. We can have a lot of fun, and have the whole house to ourselves." Suzi wore tight jeans and a white shirt. No bra, either. Her small pouty breasts and nipples showed through.
He noticed an imitation leather overnight bag on the floor by the desk. "Going to stay with us tonight, Albina?"
"Sure am."
Suzi said, "I asked her if she wanted to. You don't mind, do you, Daddy?"
For a chilling moment he wondered if that might mean no sex. "Whatever you want, baby."
But Suzi put his mind at rest immediately, "She wants you to fuck her."
The casualness still boggled him. He looked at Albina, who looked back boldly. He said, "My pleasure."
"Better be mine, too."
"Daddy's really good. You'll see."
There was a conversational silence, a pause. Music poured from the speakers in jagged torrents.
Hank said, "Anytime you girls are interested ... "
Albina said, "I can see your extra leg is interested."
Hank winked at her. He left Suzi's room and went to the kitchen. He mixed himself a stiff drink. To match my hard-on, he thought. Glass in hand, Hank wandered around the house. He was impatient: His cock was impatient. He had refrained from visiting Suzi at night for almost a week, ever since Joyce had told him she wanted to spend the weekend with her mother.
Joyce was getting queer in the head; talking to herself in muttered, inaudible tones when she thought no one could hear; wild, darting glances into corners where there was nothing to see; taking more and more pills. Hank allowed himself to turn over idly, in the middle of his mind, the idea that maybe soon, in a few months, Joyce would be so far gone that he would be justified in putting her away ... commitment to a state hospital ... then he and Suzi all the time, and Albina from time to time, could be together in total freedom.
Hank swigged deeply at his drink. He closed his eyes and remembered the last time-fucking Suzi till she was near screaming with ecstasy, panting, writhing under him arid he slogged the ol' meat deep in and far out ... wham, wham, wham. Stupid Joyce for not wanting it! It's her fault I went to Suzi! She drove me to it! It's her fault now. If she'd been a decent wife ...
Hank went out to the garage and polished the car. He kept waiting for Suzi to call him in. She didn't. Hours crawled by. The whole afternoon was shot. Nothing! He puttered and slammed angrily around inside the garage. Didn't those girls know what was waiting for them? Suzi sure as hell did! Was she trying to tease? He knew deep down that the girls weren't as constantly obsessed with sex as was he. They took it when they wanted it. Enjoyed it, and didn't have any hangups over it.
Suzi came out looking for him around five o'clock. "Want us to cook supper?"
"You girls don't want to cook, do you?"
"No, we'd rather go to a drive-in."
He took the girls to a drive-in for hamburgers, french fries, and Cokes. As they drove back, Suzi said, "Albina and I decided, Daddy; we're all going to take a bath together as soon as we get home." She was sitting by the door. Albina was sitting in the middle, pressing her large, warm, meaty thigh against his leg, and she was twisted a bit so that the side of her big left breast was against his right arm.
Hank laughed. "The tub isn't big enough for all three of us."
"There's that rubber wading pool in the basement-from when I was a little girl. We could fill that."
He liked the idea. The vinyl wader was six feet across, a foot deep if filled to near the top. Put it near the drain in the laundry area ... three people could slosh around in it easily, no harm ... Christ, what a sexy idea! Half an hour later it was ready. Hot, steamy water rippled and quaked in the small, portable vinyl wading pool.
Suzi had brought down washcloths and towels. Albina followed with three new bars of hand soap. Suzi tested the water with her bare foot. "Perfect. Everybody strip!"
Albina pulled up her dress. "Last one in has to eat my black pussy!" Her big brown breasts were exposed as she slid the dress up over her head. Her breasts were magnificent as she stood for that instant with both arms raised ... they were large, fat cones sticking out at angles from her chest, and they jiggled entrancingly with weight and firmness, with no sag, no stretch marks- -lush young flesh, ripe, and exuberantly bouncy as she moved. The reddish-brown nipples were well developed, big as the tip of a finger, set on swollen areolas the shape and color of plum halves.
Suzi laughed and hastily snapped open her jeans. She wriggled them down, revealing creamy white skin-and no panties.
Hank could only stare, not quite believing this could be real. Then he laughed, too, and unbuckled his pants. "I don't mind losing, if that's the penalty."
Albina had her dress off. She grinned and skinned down her brief pink panties. Her mound was thickly covered with a kinky triangle of pubic hair. She stepped free of the rayon wisp and stepped into the fourteen-inch high pool. She settled down, magnificent breasts wobbling, and stretched out in the shallow pool. Her breasts and belly were quaking islands of brown in the water. She rested her head on the inflated vinyl side of the pool. It was her turn to watch as Hank undressed.
Suzi pulled off her jeans and swiftly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly she was naked, a breathtaking little-girl woman in transition, a symphony in pink and white and tan. Then Hank pulled off his shoes without untying the laces, kicked out of his pants, began unbuttoning his shirt without loosening his tie.
"Oh, Daddy ... " Suzi came to him and helped. His cock was sticking put of the loose leg of his printed nylon shorts. She pulled down his shorts and patted it affectionately, worshipfully. She turned to Albina. "Isn't this the absolute biggest pipe you've ever seen?"
"I guess. Biggest real one, anyway."
Suzi giggled and turned back to Hank, who had gotten rid of his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt. She grasped his cock with soft, skilled hands. She played. She said, "She's got a rubber dildo in her bag for later after you're all fucked out."
Hank met Albina's unashamed eyes. He asked, "How big is it?"
She sloshed luxuriously in the water. She said casually, "Nine and one-quarter inches."
Suzi said, "She screwed a handle on the end of it so she could use the whole nine inches."
Hank's cock tingled and glowed in Suzi's caressing hands. He said, "I'd like to see that."
Albina rolled over on her stomach and floated. "You will, man. There's no way an old man like you can take care of us two till we're sexed out. No way at all."
Suzi stooped and kissed the tip of Hank's cock, Her little pink tongue licked up the fat drop of secretion there that had accumulated. She pumped his shaft slowly, tightly, for more.
Albina said, almost threateningly, "When I get my sex hunger gnawing in my pussy ... takes an awful lot of pipe an awful long time to feed it all it needs."
Hank pulled off his socks. He was naked. He put his arm around Suzi and they climbed into the pool. As they settled down, the water level rose to near the top of the circular sides. A few wavelets sloshed over to the cement floor of the basement, The water ran in a slow rivulet across the slightly graded floor to the wide drain near the high washtubs. Hank took a bar of soap and lathered his hands. He caressed Suzi's small breasts with circular, slippery fondlings. Her tiny nipples crinkled and hardened. Albina was opposite him. She put her foot between his thighs. Her toes touched his floating cock. She toe-nudged it in the water. Hank grinned and put his foot between her thighs and rubbed his sole gently over her pussy.
Albina said, "Hey, man, I could use some of that handwork you're giving Suzi."
Suzi said, "Go ahead, Daddy. I'll help."
They water-crawled and half floated around till they were on either side of Albina. Hank and Suzi soaped their hands. They each began molding and slick-rubbing a full brown breast. Hank loved the feel of the black girl's deep flesh. The big dark nipple stiffened between his gently frictioning fingers.
Albina put an arm around his shoulders. Her hand moved up to the back of his head. She urged his head closer. "Never kissed a black girl, hmm?"
He kissed her. The lip-feel of her wide, sensuously full-lipped negroid mouth was different and exciting. He flicked his tongue and she responded with an aggressive tongue-invasion of his mouth. Her arm tightened around his head.
Abruptly Albina pulled her mouth free. She asked Suzi, "How many times can he go off a night?"
"Twice, I guess. With an hour in between."
"Shit." Albina was contemptuous. "Sammy pops six-seven times. My big man makes it eight-nine times when he's primed."
Hank asked, still fondling her breasts on a film of soapy water, "How much has this 'big man' got?"
Albina reached down and handled his hard cock. Her hand was knowing and practiced. She said grudgingly, "You got him beat some."
Suzi had her left hand on Albina's belly. She slid it down to the girl's kinky mound, under the surface of the water.
Albina opened her legs. "I guess I'm going first, hmm?" She kissed Hank. Then she said, "Eat some titty, man."
Hank lowered his head and sucked her thick nipple into his mouth. It tasted soapy for a minute, then felt rubbery between his lips.
Suzi said, "Hold Daddy's pipe up." As Albina lifted Hank's cock free of the water, Suzi straddled Albina's leg and leaned over to take his wet glans into her mouth. At the same time she began fingering Albina's vulva.
Albina watched and said, "Don't suck him all the way off right away, girl. We gotta save him."
Suzi made a mouth sound of agreement. She sucked lightly. Her middle finger sank into Albina's cunt. Hank reveled in sucking Albina's fingerlet nipple. He used both hands to cup the fat brown cone of breast flesh. He wanted Albina to suck him off ... what would it be like, with those thick, wide lips wrapped around his cock? And she would know how to suck, too, that was for sure! He slid a hand down her solid brown body to her loins. Under the water he slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, above where Suzi's finger was pushing in and out. He found Albina's clitoris easily-it couldn't be missed. It surprised him, it was so damned big! Like an unripe grape, a firm round little knob of flesh that begged for stroking and licking and sucking.
Suzi stopped sucking Hank's cock. She took soap and rubbed it over his genitals. With one hand she massaged and washed his balls and cock. She kept her finger moving in and out of Albina's cunt. Albina watched and slowly thrust up her hips. Her belly and thighs and mound surfaced. She licked her full lips. "Hey, man, do it this way." She held up her hand and made a rubbing movement with the pads of her thumb and first finger.
Hank imitated the movement. He captured her clitoris and rubbed gently. "Yeah ... little harder ... " Hank squeezed the stiffening clitoris more firmly, and rubbed more firmly. Albina made the water surge and overflow the top of the wader as she rocked her solid, rounded hips. "Yeah, man ... " She closed her large brown eyes.
Hank sucked avidly on her large nipple as he manipulated her clitoris. He raised his head for a second as he felt Suzi's finger motion change beneath his hand. Suzi smiled. She pumped his cock with one small hand and worked a second finger into Albina's cunt. She said, "She can take an awful lot." As she spoke she triangled three fingers and buried them in Albina's cunt with a slow jabbing move. Albina half grunted and whispered, "Yeah ... " Suzi's three fingers approximated the size of his cock, Hank realized. But her fingers were short and couldn't go as deep.
A moment later Albina was thrashing in the water. "OH, SHIT, THAT'S GOOD!" She took a deep, ragged breath and held it. Her face was crumpled, concentrated, as if in agony. She went rigid. She gasped for a new breath, held it-her hips jerked uncontrollably-she gasped for air- "OH SHIT!"
Hank didn't let go of her swollen clitoris. He rubbed it smoothly and tightly with his thumb and forefinger as she convulsed in the climax. His cock leaped and flopped in the water, too, as Suzi pumped him, forgetting to go easy, as she kept her fingers jabbing as deeply as possible into Albina's cunt. Suzi laughed with joy and giving as Albina spasmed. Then the hot water in the small vinyl wading pool quieted. Albina sighed and crossed her thighs, forcing Hank's and Suzi's hands away. Hank was getting close to the edge himself. Suzi continued to pump him, tirelessly, absent-mindedly. He stopped her hand. "That's enough for a while, baby."
Albina turned over onto her stomach again in the water. She grinned widely. "Hey, Hank, how we going to make Suzi come off?"
He smiled at his daughter. "How do you want it, honey?"
"Fuck me, Daddy. And I want Albina to kiss me while you do it." She moved to her hands and knees in the water. "Like this."
Albina said, "Dog fashion." She rolled over onto her back and rested her head on the rounded top of the inflated side of the pool. "Come on, Suzi, come to my mouth."
Suzi giggled and straddled Albina's body. She cradled her arms around Albina's dampened, fuzzy hair and kissed Albina's thick-lipped mouth. Hank was strangely disturbed to see his daughter kiss another girl ... and a black girl at that ... but also, he was aroused. His cock jerked with lust in the slowly cooling water. He watched the kiss. Both girls obviously were enjoying it. Albina's mouth seemed to engulf Suzi's lips, and he could see small telltale movements in Albina's neck that told of a moving tongue.
Suzi caressed Albina's hair and moaned softly and wriggled sensuously, eyes closed. Hank felt a pang of jealousy. He walked on his knees in the foot-deep water to behind Suzi. His hard cock waggled ahead of him. He straddled Albina's thighs and hips. His cock slapped against, Suzi's round, white buttocks. She knew what it was. She tore her mouth free of Albina's sucking lips and said breathlessly, "Put it in, Daddy." She gave her mouth to Albina again. She curved her small-waisted back and waggled her hips temptingly.
Hank knew this position was one that permitted almost total penetration. He pushed his cock between her upper thighs, not trying to get into her cunt. Her pussy was only an inch or so above the water. His cock floated up against her belly. He leaned over her and reached under to play with her small, hanging breasts. His fingers also brushed against Albina's more lush breasts. He felt a hand come to his cock and play with his hanging balls. The hand slid the skin of his shaft in long strokes. It was Albina's hand. He drew back. His cock ached to get into Suzi's hot, tight channel. Albina's fingers divined his purpose. They held his cock just below the glans, and guided it in.
Suzi was wet, and not just with water. Her vulva was slippery with preparatory juices. His cock's head popped into her. She gave a small grunting moan of pleasure and welcome as she continued the full-mouthed french kiss with Albina. She waggled her hips for more. Albina's hand stroked his long shaft and tickled his balls. Hank grinned to himself. What a wild, weird situation. But how sweet and wonderful it was! This was his sex dream come true. He slid deeply into his daughter's cunt. Tight, hot, rippling inside! Jesus! With Albina's fingers urging him in deeper, pulling his balls, slipping out and around to grip his ass, pulling ... Hank gave in to the delectable, tingling temptation. He thrust in and in ... GOD! the pressure, the fistlike convulsions in her belly!
Suzi was impaled. She tore her mouth free of Albina. She was quivering, inside and out. Her voice was a strained whisper. "Oh, Daddy ... you're so much for me ... it feels like you're all the way into my stomach!" She bowed her head. Her long blonde hair was half wet. It lay plastered to her arms and neck and back, partly on Albina's breasts and shoulders. She whispered to herself, to anyone, "Oh, wowee ... " She wriggled on the heavy impalement. "Is it all in me? "
"Almost, baby. Just a little more."
"Push it in! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Oh, fuck the shit out of me!" She greedily sought Albina's waiting, sensuous lips.
Hank reared back, almost all the way out of her, and slammed his cock into her shuddering cunt. It was like fucking an angel. Like entering heaven. Suzi quivered with the shock. She made a gurgling sound into Albina's mouth. Albina's hand stroked Hank's balls and flanks as he fucked Suzi. He fucked with long, smooth, deep strokes, his hands on Suzi's small waist.
When he was almost all into her, at the deep end of his thrusts, he felt the tightness, the constriction in her at the farthest inner part of her cunt. That part spasmed when he pressed into it ... when he pushed that last sweet inch into her and made her gasp. It was that last, ultimate inch -that enthralling inner convulsion that quickly brought him to the point of near orgasm. He stopped going so deep. He plunged in and out and managed to grit his teeth and keep himself under control. The orgasm was slowly gathering in his guts, but it was minutes away unless he reached for that golden, spasming clutching at the eight-inch depth. Hank became aware of Albina's hand under there, now working on Suzi's clitoris as he slid deliciously in and out.
Suzi came! Whimpering, panting, squirming ... she reared back against his loins, seeking the ultimate penetration, needing it. She pressed her face into the taut, rounded top side of the vinyl pool. She rubbed her small, pert breasts down against Albina's larger ones. Albina held her and stroked her and crooned soft sounds to her as Hank slammed into her cunt with controlled violence. He was still able to keep from going off but was rapidly losing that shred of will. Finally Suzi's gasping moans of ecstasy changed pitch, lowered, weakened, and her small fists unclenched.
Hank gratefully slowed and shallowed his thrusts. But he was right on the edge! Another few deep plunges and he would have gone! He pulled back. His cock slid out of Suzi's cunt like a real pipe-long and thick and rigid. He sat back on his heels in the water. His cock stuck up like a two-thirds submerged pink post.
Suzi half slid, half rolled off Albina. Her child's face was slack, smiling contentedly. Her blue eyes were soft and liquidy. She said to Albina, "Do something for my wonderful daddy."
Albina grinned widely. "I'm going to slide down that pole!"
Hank was more than willing, but he said, "Cool it a minute or that first slide will be all you get for a while." His cock was still throbbing with that cheated, tingling sensation of almost-completed intercourse.
"Yeah. I dig." Albina kept her hands off him. She started talking about school. No sex was mentioned. His cock slowly softened and drooped, and finally sank beneath the water. The water, its heat rapidly dissipated through the vinyl to the cool basement floor, was only warm now, and soon would be tepid. Hank suggested they give it up and go upstairs to the big bed. Suzi and Albina agreed. Suzi insisted on drying her daddy with a big white towel. She couldn't resist sinking down to her knees and scooping his soft, fat cock into her hot mouth. The organ stirred immediately and began to fill her mouth as it surged with filling blood. Albina pulled them apart. "That's no fair! That mother is mine for a while. You had it enough."
Suzi pouted but her eyes weren't angry. She turned and, infant like, suckled one of Albina's large nipples.
Hank said, "Let's go." He opened the pool's drain plug. A few minutes later, dragging towels, they trooped into the master bedroom. Albina walked over to Joyce's dresser and began snooping. Her naked young brown body was a beautiful contrast to the delicate pink and white and blue decor of the room. Suzi sprawled on the king-size bed. "Umm, Daddy, here I am at last" She lay spread-legged, arms wide, on the blue and white deep-pile cotton-tufted spread. Her long blonde hair, damp and stringy, clotted around her head and shoulders.
Albina picked up and sniffed various colognes and perfumes. She found one she liked and dabbed her breasts, loins, neck, and ears. She turned and came to the big bed where Hank sat waiting. "You cool enough to bury that pipe a couple hundred times?"
"Give it a try."
She pushed Hank flat on the bed. She straddled his legs at the knees, facing his head, and gathered his cock and balls into her hands. She cupped them gently. "Abba-cadabra ... " She rubbed them adroitly. His cock began to swell and lengthen dramatically. She smiled, "Hey. man, see my magic?"
Suzi said, "I can do that, too."
Hank wished Albina would suck it for a moment. He was too inhibited, still, to suggest it. Albina stared down at the growing cock as it thickened and stiffened in her hands. Suddenly she hunched over and did as he secretly wished. Her wide, thick lips closed over his glans. Her tongue snaked against the sensitive dorsal area. She sucked and worked her tongue. Hank and Suzi watched as his cock grew swiftly up into her mouth, forcing her jaws wide, driving her head up a few inches.
Albina took her hands away and put them flat on his belly. She began to swoop her mouth up and down, taking long hard inches almost into her throat. Her thick, negroid, purplish lips clamped tight around the heavy shaft. She started to hum! The soft vibration of her voice on his cock was an added, exciting fillip. Hank liked it. He hoped Suzi would try it next time. He whispered, "That's great." The coiling hot pleasure tension was returning. His belly ridged.
Albina stopped. She lifted her mouth from his throbbing cock. "That's enough of that, man." She rose up on her knees and scooted up his body till her. cunt was poised over his huge cock. She hunched over enough to see what she was doing. She used her right hand to grasp and guide as she lowered onto the thick spike. Hank felt the penetration as a soft enclosing of warm flesh. Albina said shakily, "Oh, shit ... man ... " She let her weight drive the inches further and further up into her.
Hank imagined he could feet his massive size smoothing her out inside, riding into cunt depths no man had reached before. She put her hands on his shoulders. Her brown hands clutched as she sank down and down and finally engorged herself on the last thick inch of his cock. Her nappy pubic hair mashed against his curly blonde hair. She was tight inside, too, but there wasn't as much pressure on the end of his cock as in Suzi. Hank thought, incredulously, that Albina could manage to stuff another solid half inch to a full inch of rigid meat into her slot. He reached up and fondled her lovely brown hanging melons and their sharply protruding nipples.
Albina's eyes were half lidded. She breathed with rough, short breaths. She said, "Hey, 'Daddy,' how does that feel for a man?"
"Damn good. Eight inches in heaven."
She laughed. "And I got eight inches of heaven."
Albina rose up slowly. Her powerful, smooth, young thigh muscles tensed. She smiled at Suzi. "Your 'Daddy' got a super pipe all right." Albina raised her hips until all of his massive shaft was out of her except the big glans. The shaft was glistening with her juices. A trickling drop of slippery fluid ran down the white inches as he watched. Then she sank down again, taking it all, giving a small appreciative throat sound as her vulva's lips were pressed flat. His cock throbbed in her belly.
She began a smooth, fluid motion, up and down, up and down, long, deep risings and fallings of her hips. Her eyes closed. He continued to play with her lush, dangling, swaying breasts. Suzi moved close to Hank and nibbled at his ear. "Kiss me, Daddy." He turned his head and accepted her hot little mouth. Her tongue flicked and fluttered. An extra surge of excitement went through him. It felt like his cock grew bigger.
Albina was fucking him faster and faster, with a graceful arch and dip of hips and buttocks as she crouched, knees wide, hands braced on his shoulders. She was panting, whispering obscenities to herself, eyes still closed. With each downward thrust she gave an added jerking flip to her hips which smacked her vulva against his loins, drove every last bit of his cock up into her cunt, and, grazed her big, swollen clitoris against his matted hair and underlying pubic bone. This move also joggled his cock in her cunt at an odd angle and sent delicious shivers of sensation through him.
Hank was soon gasping as Suzi continued kissing him. She held his head in her arms and crooned to him between kisses. Albina was fucking like a well-oiled machine. But her face was gradually gathering in upon itself in an expression of intense concentration. That expression changed, too-to one of slowly increasing pain ... though it was not pain that caused it. Her teeth appeared as her wide, thick lips curled away in a grimace. Her chest worked like a bellows. Her fingers curled into claws on his shoulders, her brown skin flushed to a deeper, almost purplish hue, and mottled her face, neck, and chest. Her nipples crinkled into hard flesh-stems.
She began to grunt with each tingling impact and penetration. Then she thumped down against him and held that position--his cock totally embedded in her pulsing cunt. She trembled. Hank could feel the fleshy ripple in her breasts. Then Albina cried, "OH ... SHIT! I'M FLYING TO PIECES-" Her hips jerked up and down uncontrollably, with violent greed. The rest of her body was rigid, straining, her head raised, neck taut, mouth open, drawing huge, shuddering breaths, dark eyes open but glazed.
Hank was almost there himself. Almost ... another few seconds of this wild fucking-He jerked up to meet her incredible plunges. He was gasping, too. His fingers clutched her jiggling breasts. But then Albina was finished. She rose up off his dribbling, throbbing, iron-hard cock.
Suzi asked, "Did you make it in her, Daddy?"
"Not quite."
"I'll finish you!" She scrambled around to fuck him in the same position.
But Albina beat her to it. "I'll do it! This pipe's going to shoot like it's got a dam behind it." She was still astraddle Hank. She wriggled down off his hips till she sat on his knees. She held his jerking white cock in both brown hands.
Suzi said, "Suck him good, then."
"Shit, girl, I taught you how to do it!" Albina dove her head at his cock. Her fat lips fastened around his glans and her tongue went to work. She slid her lips lower and lower, taking more and more into her working mouth. She put her hands on his belly again, to test how far gone he was. Hank's belly was ridged, like a flesh-covered washboard. His cock felt like the center of the universe! Albina smiled with her mouth full of his cock. She swept her lips still lower and took his glans to the back of her throat. She made small strangling, choking sounds but continued to suck him deep. Her lips met her hands holding the lower half of his cock.
Hank groaned as the fire of orgasm enveloped his cock and spread through his loins. Suzi came into his arms at that instant and he kissed her passionately. He groaned into her mouth as Albina's mouth and lips and tongue sucked and slid and whipped him to a gut-wrenching, spurting climax. Her head bobbed up and down fast ... fast ... fast ... He helplessly pumped everything he had into her voraciously sucking mouth. Then it was over ... too soon ... and he couldn't endure having her continue.
Albina swallowed. She smiled and licked her lips. "Salty pudding." She stretched out beside him. Suzi lay on his other side. Albina asked after a minute, "Hey, man, how long before you can get it up again?"
"I don't know ... maybe a half an hour ... an hour."
"Shit."
Suzi defended him. "But the second time he can go a longtime."
Albina looked skeptical. "We ought to have Sammy over now."
Suzi giggled, glanced at Hank, and said, "Wow, I don't know ... "
Albina put a hand on Suzi's right breast by reaching across Hank. She tweaked the small nipple. "You feel like a little sixty-nine?"
Suzi flushed slightly. "Yes." She was embarrassed only because her father was present.
Hank smiled. "Go ahead, girls. Seeing you two going at it might revive me that much sooner."
"Okay, move aside, man." Albina pushed at him.
Hank sat up and left his place between them. He went to the living room and fixed himself a drink. A few minutes later he stood naked, glass in hand, and looked down at his long, flaccid cock. He thought wonderingly, You've been fucking your own thirteen-year-old daughter ... now a fourteen-year-old black girl ... what more do you want? (PICTURE OF A STERN JUDGE LOOKING DOWN) They ought to put you away for life, He swigged down more of the stiff drink. Not too much-alcohol interfered with the ability. Mustn't disappoint Albina, and Suzi.
He heard faint pleasure sounds from the bedroom. He walked back, his cock swinging like a lifeless salami. He stopped in the bedroom doorway, stunned and enthralled. On the bed, locked into a tight, undulating, moaning sixty-nine, were Albina and Suzi; a lovely black-white contrast. He went to the bed and sat watching. He sipped from his glass now and then.
Albina was something to watch! She was utterly abandoned as she ate Suzi's bare pussy. Her brown hands were spread wide on Suzi's small, compact, rounded buttocks, her face was buried between Suzi's wide-open white thighs and her big lipped mouth was open over the childish slit, engulfing it, and her tongue was obviously stabbing, slithering, darting ... Because Suzi was making those intense, muffled orgasmic sounds as she kept her own face pressed between Albina's chocolate legs, her chin in the kinky bush, her mouth open, her little pink tongue occasionally visible as she licked the purplish vulva and the bulbous clitoris.
Hank's cock began to stir. It began to stiffen. He reached over and fingered one of Albina's thick nipples. The full breast hung on either side of Suzi's rounded, narrow waist, enclosing her waist in a soft, warm cushion. Hank gulped the last of his drink and put the glass on the floor. He slumped onto his back and maneuvered his head up against Suzi's side. Albina's breast pressed against his face like a firm, taut, creamy brown velvet-smooth container of jello. He found the hanging teat with his mouth. He suckled. The girls knew he was there.
The room was filled with wet sounds, sucking sounds, sighs, moans. The breast Hank was sucking on began to jiggle and quake as Suzi jerked and writhed in the grip of a strong orgasm. A few minutes later Albina fucked against Suzi's mouth and gasped and muttered in extreme pleasure. The girls had orgasms easily, quickly, repeatedly. It amazed Hank and made him a little envious.
After half an hour, Albina rolled off Suzi. Both girls were sweaty. Everyone went into the bathroom to wash off. They all crowded into the shower stall and laughed and lathered and rubbed. Suzi said, water streaming off her face, "Let's get Daddy hard!"
Both girls sank to their knees on the yielding rubber shower mat. Hank stood looking down, his breath -fast, his cock already half-hard, as the girls, so young!, one black, one white, kissed opposite sides of his cock, worked their way to the head, licked underneath, caressed his balls. Suzi took the head into her mouth for a moment of avid, intensive tonguing. Then she relinquished it to Albina, who clamped her thick, strong lips over it and sucked! Her inquisitive fingers trailed around his anus, tickling, seeking. His cock was soon standing straight out, a massive eight inches, ready again. He asked proudly, "Who wants it?"
"Me, Daddy!" Suzi claimed it with her hands and mouth. Then she stood up, her long hair sopping, and plastered herself against him. Albina left the bathroom with a towel. Hank turned off the water. He and Suzi dried each other playfully, erotically.
When they went back into the bedroom, Albina had one of Joyce's dresser drawers open. She held up an expensive vibrator. "Look what I found. These things are wild."
Hank said, "Hey, don't mess around in those drawers. My wife'll know somebody's been in them."
"Don't worry, man. I know how to look without leaving a trace." She brought the vibrator to the bed. "Two speeds." She fingered the soft red cup at the end of the shaft. "Real rubber. Hey, Suzi, you ever use one of these buzzers on your clitty-bang bang?"
Suzi giggled. "Not yet."
"Well, come on! You've got an experience coming!" Albina found a wall socket near the bed and plugged in the cord.
Suzi said, "You use it first. I want my daddy to fuck me for a while." She kissed Hank lovingly and climbed onto the mussed, king-sized bed. She asked him, "You want to be on top this time, Daddy?"
Albina said, "Try it sitting up, facing each other." She turned on the vibrator and placed the soft rubber cup over her left nipple. She gave a little jerk when the humming, vibrating cup touched her flesh. A slow smile spread her lips.
Hank took Suzi into his arms. Her skin was still cool and slightly damp from the shower. Her hair was all awry, hanging in stringy, half-dry clumps of dark blonde hairs. Her scrubbed, glowing, wide-eyed child's face (Jesus! So innocent!) was tilted up to his. Her little breasts punched their hard nipples against his skin. Hank kissed her lips briefly. "Let's try it face-to-face the way Albina said."
"Okay, Groovy. We can watch each other good. I love to watch you come, Daddy. It's so wild when you get that look on your face ... it makes me feel so great ... and then inside me when you squirt ... that's out of sight."
His cock was still hard. Waiting. "How do we do it?"
Albina put the vibrator aside for a moment. It hummed to Itself in the bedclothes. Her left areola and nipple were violently flushed and swollen with blood. Albina arranged Hank so that he was sitting flat on the bed, legs hanging over the edge at the knees, his arms to either side and back, bracing him. She said, "Okay, Suzi, all you do is straddle the saddle and sink that horn in all the way.
"Umm, you know it!" Suzi put her hands on Hank's shoulders and swung her left leg across his middle.
Albina said, "Allow me ... " She held Hank's big, throbbing cock in position as Suzi fitted her naked pussy onto it. Suzi kept her eyes locked to Hank's. Her large blue eyes flickered at the lodging of his broad glans inside her. Her mouth opened. "Oh ..."
Hank put his hands on her narrow waist. "Take it easy, honey."
"Each time ... it's brand new ... and oh, so big ... " She leaned forward and kissed him, reaching up with her full, lush mouth. Her lips were soft and hot and sweet. Her tongue flicked between his teeth. His arms tightened around her. His cock's head was up in her cunt, enclosed in enticing heat. Then Suzi let her weight push his cock deeper, up into her body. He slid his hands to her small, taut rounded buttocks and caressed the silky skin. He cupped the velvety handfuls and helped her as she lifted an inch, then sank down to take more inches of his heavy, throbbing cock.
Suzi's kiss became more and more passionate as more and more cock was buried in her. Her tongue became a wild snake, her mouth became incredibly soft and sweet and yielding. She moaned and sighed. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her fingers played in his hair.
Hank could see Albina to the side. The full-bodied black girl was watching his cock being taken. She had the vibrator cup pressed into the wet center of her body. Her legs were open in the lotus position, her ankles crossed. She was quivering visibly. The vibrator hummed and buzzed with changes of pitch as she moved it slightly this way and that on her big clitoris. Her mouth hung open. Her belly heaved.
Suzi, in Hank's grip, had forced herself down in ever-lower thrusts, until she had all but an inch or two of his towering cock buried in her. She slid her mouth off his lips. "Oh, Daddy ... " She raised her knees from the bed and let her weight press his glans all the way up, straining the sheath, nosing the head of his cock snugly against her child's cervix, pressing it back, up into her body. She shuddered in his arms. Her cunt lips were mashed against his pubic bone, pressed back in an unseen grimace as an extra quarter inch of shaft was forced inward, so that his stiff, curly pubic hair was tickling-irritating the inner folds of her vulva. "Oh, Daddy I" She gasped and pressed her face against his neck, under his chin.
He used one hand to stroke her still damp long blonde hair. Inwardly he was exultant! More than eight inches socked into her ... into his very own little baby! Jesus! His cock was a mass of tingling lust. He felt a tiny spasming against his glans. Albina distracted him: she fell onto her back on the bed. Her fluffy "natural" brushed against his hip. Her legs straightened and flopped wide, the thigh muscles jerking. Her belly twitched. Her round, high globular breasts surged in violent arcs as she panted in tremendous orgasm. She kept the vibrator cup centered in her vulva. Its humming action now made sloshy, liquid sounds as overtones. Her hips jerked in involuntary, reflexive coital thrusts. She stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes. She made whining sounds as the sparkling, keen-edged sensations mounted and crescendoed and rose again, instantly, to another, higher, more intense peak.
Suzi watched, too, curious and fascinated. She squirmed breathlessly on the total impalement of her father's massive cock. She hugged him tight. After endless seconds of seemingly unendurable climax, Albina pulled the vibrator from her juicy pussy. The machine landed on a pillow and buzzed to itself. Albina lay panting, sucking huge lungfuls of air, her hands clenched on her brown belly, "Got to-got to have meat in me-big meat -got a hole to fill," She got up from the bed and left the bedroom, whispering to herself.
Suzi said, "She went to get her dildo-the big plastic pipe."
"Oh." Hank hoped Albina returned with it. He wanted to see her fuck herself with it. He was curious as hell. While Albina was gone Suzi started rising and falling on his long, thick cock. She whispered for joy as she slowly fucked. Her juices were flowing well now. His shaft and hair and balls were getting wet. The natural lubricant made her motion easier and more exciting. She thumped down on him with breathless passion. Her pebbly nipples grazed against his chest as she rose and fell. Suzi slid up and down on his pole faster and faster. She hugged him tighter. "Oh ... wow ... I'm going to make it again!" She let her weight mash her cunt lips around the hairy base of his cock. She shivered. She looked up at him. "Can you make it now, Daddy?"
Hank wouldn't have thought so a moment before. But then Albina returned to the bedroom with the dildo. The thing was even thicker than his cock, and longer ... and molded of black soft-firm plastic in the shape of a tremendous cock, complete with veins and a great heart-shaped black glans at one end. There was a wooden drawer-pull knob screwed into its thick, flat other end. Albina had a hot, sensual, eager expression on her fourteen-year-old brown face. She was stroking its length with circled fingers, spreading some oil or fluid that was slick and glisteny over the plastic surface. Hank asked in a rough voice, "How much of that can you take?"
"You just watch, man!" Albina climbed onto the bed. She lay flat, with her head propped up by two fluffy foam rubber pillows. Her soft, kinky bubble of black hair and brown face were lovely against the immaculate white of the pillow cases. She rested the now slippery, oily dildo between her full, wide-angled breasts. She took up the still buzzing vibrator and applied it to her pussy. Her fingers spread open the lips and guided the humming rubber cup to her distended clitoris. Her face twisted. "AHHH ... SHIT ..."
Hank and Suzi both watched. Suzi, too, was excited by the sight of Albina's writhing, jerking hips and her fervent gasps of pleasure. Suzi hugged her daddy and fucked him fast and hard. She was close to spasming. Her own gasps were ragged and shaky. Abruptly, Albina flung the vibrator away and grasped the monster dildo. Her eyes were half lidded as she positioned the great black head between the juicy lips of her cunt. One hand holding it by the wooden knob screwed into the plastic base.
A funny tingling glow of anticipation bloomed in Hank's belly. He realized, in the back of his mind-I'm hung on size! That black thing is all nine inches! Can she take it? Can she even get that head into her? Take it, you black nigger bitch! Stuff your cunt! Take that horse-cock hunk of plastic! He watched, hypnotized, as Albina applied pressure and gave a small pleased grunt as the egg-sized black glans went into her cunt. Hank had a good side view. Albina's legs were flung wide. The orgasmic glow in him was in his cock, intensifying. Suzi was plunging up and down madly, sucking air and crying, "Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, Daddy!" The warm, soft, jellylike clasping of her tight vagina was maddening!
And so was the sight of Albina using both hands to pull that gargantuan black dildo into her cunt. The thing was as thick as her wrist. Her cunt lips seemed impossibly stretched by its solid thickness. Yet she pulled its endless black shaft deeper and deeper. The more of it she took, the more excited Hank became. Look at that-seven inches in her. Take it, Albina! Sink it in! Christ-she's bottomless! All but an inch of the dildo was sunk into her cunt. She held it in, arms straining. Her cheek twitched. Her eyes were closed now. She breathed erratically.
Suzi suddenly gasped. "I'm going ... DADDY]" She lost her rhythm. She crashed her full weight down on his pubes, and drove his cock into her to its absolute ultimate length. Her arms locked around him. She pressed her face against his neck and bit his throat. At the same time Albina pulled all but the head of the dildo out of her cunt. She brought her knees up and let them fall wide. She pulled the plastic cock deep into herself again, faster, this time. She grunted with pleasure. Again-out, and in!
Hank was on the ragged edge of coming in Suzi. But Suzi was slowing her rising and falling hips. She was sighing, licking the teeth marks she had made in his neck. Hank knew what he wanted to do. He said to Suzi, "Suck me off, baby. I'm close."
"Umm, sure, Daddy!" She lifted off his rigid, throbbing cock. It fell stiffly across his belly, wet with her copious juices.
Hank rolled to his side and put his hand on Albina's hands as she was pulling the dildo in and out. She opened her eyes questioningly. He said, "Let me do that for you." There must have been something hot and lusting in his expression. She grinned and loosed the dildo's knob-handle. "Go, man! Fuck me, till your arm falls off!"
Hank adjusted himself on his side in a comfortable position. Suzi arranged herself from behind him with her head and shoulders and upper torso between his open thighs, so that she was facing his cock. Her waist fitted nicely against his thighs. She took his cock in her hands and guided the head to her opening mouth. Hank in turn gripped the handle of the huge black dildo that was half buried in Albina's cunt. He pulled it out a bit. He watched, fascinated, as her cunt lining clung tightly to the black, slippery plastic. Albina was stretched wide to the limit. Then Suzi's hot mouth took his glans and her scalding, agile little tongue began playing flute notes on the sensitive underside. He closed his eyes for a moment. Christ, it was heaven! He opened his eyes to watch as he pushed the dildo deep into Albina.
The thick cylinder went into her body fairly easily to the seven-inch mark, approximately, then the clinging grip of her vagina and the resistance of her organs, deep in her belly, required extra push. She went: "Unnng." She lay with her head raised, watching. "Don't be gentle, man! Chum me! Rattle my fucking teeth!" Her words spurred him. That's what he wanted to do-and Suzi sucked-
He drew the plastic cock almost all the way out. He pushed it in! Hard! Eight inches at least. The thing made a wet, sucking sound. Her belly bulged. He twisted it around in her like an auger, drilling deeper. Her cunt lips were drawn inward by the thickness and friction, in spite of the oil and her own juices. When he pulled the dildo back, her cunt lips curled outward and tended to yield the sliding length reluctantly.
Albina growled, "Faster, man! Nail me!"
He grinned. He leaned on his left elbow and levered the dildo deep into her as hard as he could. Albina grunted, "Yeah!" Her hips jerked as the solid, flesh like black plastic thumped against her womb. Her dark eyes flared. He pulled and pushed-hard!-fast! It became an exertion-and Suzi sucked-
Hank grunted almost as loudly as Albina as he slogged the dildo in and out. The girl was turning on, incredibly, from the brutal internal beating. Hank was gasping with lust and arm work. He was hypnotized with watching the dildo slide in and out. So much-so fucking much! He thrust the dildo harder and harder. Take it all, take it all, take it all!
Albina was gripping the bed, her head wobbled on her neck as she, too, watched. Her nipples were swollen with excitement. Her chest rose and fell like a bellows. Her grunts became deeper and shaky at their finish. Her toes curled down into the bedspread.
Hank's breathing was raspy and fast. He dug the dildo into her; long, savage thrusts, and watched as somehow the end of the black log sank closer and closer to the purplish-red cunt lips-and Suzi sucked-
And the end of the dildo was almost swallowed! The round knob he grasped was all that was left. Each massive plunge of the great black plastic cock was an arm-wearying effort now, and the sound it made was squishy, wet, and Albina's reaction was now a continuous, " Uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... " a mindless, animal sound of pain and ecstasy. The boiling lust in Hank's cock overflowed then. He looked to where his sweet, obedient little daughter was sucking him ... sucking him off ... NOW ...
He moaned in helpless pleasure and panted and saw nothing but her quickly bobbing head, her clasped, moving, pumping hands around his monstrously hard, throbbing cock, and he felt nothing but her hot, enclosing mouth and wickedly fluttering tongue and the soft butting of his glans against the back of her palate.
He spurted! He spurted! He spurted! And somehow kept his arm moving, kept plunging the dildo into Albina's now-spasming belly. Suzi swallowed and choked and kept on sucking, as his semen coated her mouth and tongue, as it gushed into her throat, and dribbled down from her lips to her fingers clamped around his shaft.
Hank came out of his half swoon with a rapidly tiring arm. But Albina was corning now, too, her heels dug into the bedspread, her hips leaping to meet the giant artificial cock as it was plunged totally into her convulsing vagina. Her grunting moans were edged with a tone of orgasmic wonder, as if she couldn't believe the gargantuan fucking she was getting, or the fiery bubble of volcanic pleasure that was breaking in her guts. Hank gritted his teeth and slogged the dildo in and out, amazed in a cool, drained way, at the incredible depth of her when she was this mad with lust, this worked up! She could take a pony! He watched her contorted, Negro face, and drove his tired arm muscles to work just a few more thrusts ... a few more ...
Albina's belly seemed to balloon up, then collapse as she tensed and relaxed and jerked her loins up to meet the in-piunge of the black plastic cock. Then she, too, had had enough, and she whispered tightly, "Okay, that's all ... stop shoving ... but leave it in ... leave the mother in me."
Hank sank the dildo into her, slowly, fully, one last time, then let go of the sweaty wooden knob-handle. His arm was trembling with weakness. Albina crossed her legs, locking the shaft into her. She lay back, hands massaging her belly, fingers pressing down into her flesh as if to feel the massive dildo in her.
Suzi was busy licking clean Hank's softening cock. Hank lovingly stroked her almost-dry blonde hair. He felt wiped out. Empty. Sad. And rising: a tide of guilt and shame. He pushed her head away. "Don't, baby ... no more." He threw his arm over his eyes. If they told anyone ... He decided he'd kill himself if what he had done with Suzi and Albina ... Christ! My thirteen-year-old daughter and a fourteen-year-old black girl! If the cops ever found out-the NEWSPAPERS! A TRIAL! Hank cringed. He unconsciously, defensively, curled up into a ball. Oh, Jesus! What kind of a pervert am I? And a voice in his head mocked in reply: Just an average, run-of-the-mill incestuous slob, Hank. Just a weak-willed cock-proud child fucker! He rolled over onto his side, away from the girls. He began to cry.
Albina sat up, curious. "What's the matter with him?"
Albina picked up the still buzzing vibrator. "You want some of this?"
"Sure!" Suzi spread her legs.
Hank heard. He turned his head a little and peeked. Albina, smiling affectionately, was kissing Suzi on the lips. Her left hand held the vibrator and was guiding it lightly over Suzi's breasts. The big black dildo was still lodged firmly, deeply, in Albina's cunt. Hank could see the thick, round black base of it, and the handle, between her plush brown thighs. Suzi said, "Buzz my pussy."
Hank let his arm slide away from his eyes. He watched Suzi writhe and climax three times from the humming, minute friction of the rubber cup on her flushed clitoris. Then Albina reached down and began fucking herself with the dildo as Suzi worked on her with the vibrator-nipples, and clitoris ... Albina's howls of pleasure were enough to stir his cock a little. Suzi noticed. She took Albina through the orgasm and applied the cup of the vibrator to his flaccid cock. It felt good, but his meat didn't harden. He was very sleepy now. He was vaguely aware of Suzi with her mouth full of his soft cock, slurping, sucking, trying to get it up. But he drifted off to sleep, muttering incomprehensibly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hank seethed with drunken anger as he parked before his house. "Fuckin' mother-fuckin' idiot! Tell-in' me to go home'n sleep it off." He replayed the scene in his mind-Mr. Bradley coming into his office. "That must have been quite a liquid lunch you had, Conrad. You're in no condition to work in this office. Go home and sleep it off ... and come in tomorrow morning sober! And stay sober. You've been drinking too much lately and your work has suffered." One-sided conversation. Boss talks, employee listens.
Hank looked at his watch. Two-thirty. How to explain coming home this early? Joyce would be suspicious. Fuck her! Yeah, just try to fuck her-old frozen cunt. Got a lock on it. No key. Hank fumbled out of the car and weaved up the walk to the door. He used his key. Joyce always kept the front door locked. She was afraid of rapists and thieves and hippies and ... He heard the TV blasting away in the living room-some stupid soap opera. Too loud!
He lurched a bit as he entered the wide living room. There was the color TV, blaring, nobody watching ... He caught a low, female mumbling sound. He stepped forward quietly on the deep-pile rug. Hank saw Joyce slumped low in the high-backed sofa. She wore only a pink, quilted housecoat, which was wide open. She was startlingly naked, heavy, legs wide, the vibrator clutched in her left hand, applying the cup to her wet vulva. The dampness of her pubic hair near her slit was obvious. She was talking to herself, her words blurred by the overwhelming blare of the TV. Joyce's fleshy breasts sagged to each side of her chest. Her nipples were like red, wrinkled stones. Her belly quivered, sank, bulged ... as obviously the vibrator was affecting her violently.
Hank was astonished. Why this solitary sex? He had a skin-crawling idea that this kind of masturbation, under these conditions, was a symptom of mental breakdown. Joyce had become very quiet lately ... since before her visit to her parents last weekend. Joyce's mother had called him at his office and said she thought Joyce needed a doctor. But Joyce had sat around and said only a few words both days, and had stared out of the window for hours on end. Now Hank watched-with a certain rising sexual interest-as Joyce guided the humming rubber cup of the vibrator along the edges of her pussy lips, and then slid it inside to her clitoris. She didn't stop mumbling to herself. Hank wished he could understand what she was saying to herself. Was she talking about him? Did she know something? He stood irresolutely for a moment, watching, then turned and left the house. He drove to a bar and got stinking, falling down drunk. He had to be sent home in a taxi.
Two days later, when he was sober for a few hours, he called Joyce's mother and lied to the woman. He told Joyce her mother wanted her to come over again on Saturday. Joyce looked up quickly, a mad, intelligent knowing glitter in her eyes. But she only nodded. Much later, after Joyce had apparently sunk into a drugged sleep, Hank walked boldly into Suzi's room.
Suzi was naked, waiting, smiling. "Umm, I was hoping for tonight, Daddy."
He kissed her. Her mouth was so soft and sweet and erotic! His cock, already hard with anticipation, lifted from his thighs with a further surge of lust, and jerked heavily with the hammering of his pulse. Suzi wrapped her small, eager hands around it. Hank played small games with her breasts and nipples. "Baby, your mother is going to visit Grandma and Grandpa again Saturday. How about inviting Albina over again?"
"Okay, I'll see if she wants to."
Hank nodded. "Fine. Tell her to bring that big rubber thing, too."
"Okay." Suzi leaned over and kissed his throbbing cock. She looked up and smiled-so young! So innocent a smile! "Know what I want you to do?"
"What, baby."
"Go down on me, Daddy."
"Oh, Suzi ... anything you want." He moved into position. He opened her child's pink-lipped vulva with his thumbs. There in its moist folds lay her little pea of a clitoris.
And Joyce stood in the hall and watched, And Suzi knew she was watching. Suzi undulated her hips, with her knees high and wide, as Hank licked her hairless slit. She moaned with delight and whispered loudly, "UMMM ... it feels so good! Don't you ever do this for Mother?" She was looking directly at Joyce in the shadows of the open doorway.
"She'd think it was a perversion. She's going nuts, anyway. You know how she is about sex."
"Maybe she's changing her mind, Daddy. Maybe she'd like you to try licking her like this. It feels so good!"
"No chance. She's frozen solid. Last time I fucked her she was like a dead fish."
"Try it again. She might surprise you now."
"All right-next week. Now keep quiet, baby, and let me lick you off a couple times."
"Ummmm ... yes, Daddy."
Hank opened her pussy lips wider and licked in long, ice-cream-licking strokes. He felt the hard little clitoris rolling under his tongue. He loved to hear Suzi's small panting gasps of pleasure. He loved the soft clutch of her trembling thighs against his head. He closed his eyes and worked his tongue in different ways ... in and out, around, sideways ... and was rewarded by her sighs and writhings.
After a few more moments she was moaning urgently, moving her cunt against his mouth with greedy little fuck motions, clutching his head with thighs and hands. "Oh, Daddy-lick -me harder! Ohh ... OHHHH ... "
He licked as hard, as fast, as he could. She seemed to ripple against his mouth ... then relax.
"Oh, wow ... you're the best at that. Daddy. I guess you're the best at everything."
Hank moved up over her. His cock was so hard it hurt. He eased his hips between her thighs. Suzi opened wide for him. She used both hands to hold open her juicy pussy lips.
"My insides get all gooey when I know you're going to fuck me, Daddy."
"Same here, baby." He let his cock nose around until he felt the open groove, He settled the head solidly, felt the reluctant yielding of the sweet young cunt mouth. He pushed ...
"Ohhhh ... Daddy ... more, more, more!"
He sank the whole of his eight-inch cock into her. Jesus, how he loved it! How he loved the way she took it and loved it! He began fucking fast and deep.
Suzi whispered fiercely, ecstatically, "Oh, Mommy, why did you give this up? "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hank slammed the car door happily and entered the house by way of the kitchen door. He had just dumped Joyce at her mother's for a day and a night again, and with luck he would find Suzi and that hot piece of black cunt, Albina inside, waiting for him! His cock slid down his pantleg, hot and heavy. He heard sound from inside. It was the TV-a commercial-and as he went through the kitchen toward the living room he yelled over the announcer's enthusiastic voice, "HEY, GIRLS, HERE COMES THE KING!"
He emerged into the living room and saw Suzi on her knees between the legs of a black young man in blue jeans. The jeans were open, pulled down past his hips, and Suzi was sucking his big black cock. Hank stopped as if he had run into a brick wall. He paled. His guts tightened.
Albina was sitting on the sofa next to the black boy. She grinned, her teeth startlingly white. "Hi-yo, Mister Conrad. We been waiting."
Suzi lifted her head. She wiped her wet lips with the back of her right hand and smiled. "Hi, Daddy. This is Sammy, Albina's brother."
The boy grinned. "Heard a lot about you, sir."
Sir! While my thirteen-year-old daughter sucks your seven-inch black prick! Hank forced a smile. "I see you started without me." He couldn't tear his gaze from the long black cock in Suzi's hands. Sammy's organ was differently shaped ... it tapered toward the end. His glans was smaller than Hank's, almost pointed, a small purple head sitting atop a thickening shaft that was widest at midpoint.
Albina asked, "Want some mouth, too?" She smacked her lips. She wore a lime green micro-dress. She began unbuttoning the front. Hank nodded. He crossed quickly to the TV set and snapped it off. He turned and took a spread-legged stance facing Albina. She pushed her open dress down off her shoulders. Her lush brown breasts wobbled into view, the stubby nipples ready for a mouth. She reached out and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. His pants and shorts slid down, uncovering the long, thick white club of his cock. The restraint gone, it sprang out from his thighs, but was too heavy to stick out straight.
Suzi and Sammy were watching. Sammy said admiringly, one stud to another, "Man, that's bone and a half."
Albina captured the white cock in her hands. She opened her mouth wide, smiling, looking up at Hank's down turned face, and slowly extended a long pink tongue. She flicked the tip under the straining, plumlike glans. The wet, grazing touch was electric.
Hank said, "Don't tease."
"Little teasing is fun." She licked him again, tantalizingly.
Hank wanted to grab handfuls of her fuzzy hair and pull her head forward and jab his cock down her throat. But he let her tease. He watched Suzi smiling. Then Suzi turned back to Sammy's gently urging hands and fitted her mouth over the end of his big organ. She began to suck enthusiastically. Hank was shocked ... not by her doing it, but that she seemed to enjoy it as much as when she did it for him! The thought came reflexively: my daughter is a slut! He rejected it-but the stain lingered. An impatience and slow, burning anger gathered in Hank. He growled at Albina, "If you're going to suck, SUCK!"
"Easy, man ... got all day, all night. You're only good for three or four shoots."
Hank's eyes gravitated to Suzi and Sammy ... there was nowhere else to look. Sammy was grinning, eyes closed in pleasure, his lean brown hips working in easy corkscrew movements, driving his cock up into Suzi's willing mouth, forcing her child's mouth wide as the thickening "shoulders" of his length pressed up between her lips. Her fingertips feather-touched the remaining inches.
Hank gasped as Albina finally took his glans between her fleshy lips, into the hot cauldron of her mouth. He watched her fill her mouth with him, then slide it out to lick the tip again. He watched Suzi let Sammy fuck up into her mouth. He had a crazy desire to get down on his knees behind her, flip up her short plaid skirt, rip off her panties, and fuck her dog fashion. WHY NOT? Shit, why not? Chances are she'd love it! Her daddy fucking her while she sucked that big black prick!
He wished he had a shot of whiskey. He glanced over at the small, portable bar. He pulled out of Albina's mouth. He pulled up his pants and said, "Want a drink." He thought to ask, "Any you kids want a shot of something?"
Sammy said, with a ragged edge of approaching orgasm in his voice, "I'm going to give Suzi a shot of something in a minute."
Albina laughed. Suzi giggled around the moving bulk in her mouth. Albina said, "Yeah, give me some gin and something to cut it with."
Hank went into the kitchen for a bottle of Seven-Up from the refrigerator. When he returned, he stopped and watched Suzi finish sucking Sammy off. The black boy was thrusting half his cock up into her willing mouth. Suzi was making ukk sounds each time, but uncomplainingly. Her hands didn't try to stop him or limit him. Her head was driven upward each time as her mouth was filled and the head of his black cock butted into the back of her palate, to her throat. Sammy's left hand went to his sister's breasts. He grabbed a full, hanging brown melon of flesh and squeezed. His hips gyrated wildly. He gasped, "Comin'."
There was a weird pressure in Hank's head. His chest was tight. Sammy bared his teeth. He hissed. His loins bucked. Suzi's hands gripped his muscular upper thighs. Her head was ridden up and down by his thrusts and thick white stuff dribbled down out of her mouth ... down the length of Sammy's brown-skinned cock ... as Sammy's face contorted and his left hand squeezed his sister's lush breasts-fingers sinking in cruelly, the fat nipple trapped between two fingers.
Albina didn't seem to feel any pain from it. She whispered, "Go, go, go, brother."
Hank's own cock felt monstrous and tingly. He recovered enough poise to continue to the bar and mix Albina's drink. Behind him he heard Suzi say, "Oh, wow, that was a real torrent, Sammy! That was about three days' worth."
"Yeah, well, you know ... I save up for you sometimes. I've got the need now. Think I'll set me a record for shoots this time." Hank handed Albina her drink. He sat on the arm of the sofa. He at a small glass of straight Scotch. He forced a smile at Sammy. "Booze is over there if you want it" His stomach churned a little as he watched Suzi lick her lips clean of semen. What did nigger come taste like?
Sammy said, "I'm not into liquor."
Albina was examining her breast where Sammy had gripped it, looking for bruises. "Hey, let's all get naked. Clothes are a bug." She pushed her green micro dress down off her heavy, rounded hips, wriggling sensually.
Hank watched. He took a mouthful of Scotch. He heard himself say, "You ever take two guys at once?"
Albina looked around. "How you mean?"
"Ass and cunt."
"Not yet. Be something wild if that ass business didn't hurt too much."
Suzi said, "Wow! Can you imagine Daddy's eight inches and Sammy's seven in you at the same time?"
Albina grinned. "You getting ideas, baby?"
Suzi's eyes widened slowly. She looked at Albina, Hank, and Sammy. She said challengingly to Albina, "I'll try it if you will."
Hank said warningly, "Honey ... "
"It would be the ultimate groove, Daddy!"
"It might be ... " He stopped. Let her do it! He said, "Make it later, when you're all hot and bothered."
"Sucking Sammy made me hot" She was sitting back on her heels on the rug. Her small breasts poked out against the starched white of her blouse. She took a cue from Albina and pulled her blouse free of her plaid skirt. She began to unbutton it.
"Don't undress yet." Hank drained his glass. A fiery tide went down his throat to his stomach. He went to his knees on the floor behind her. He said, "See if you can suck Sammy up."
"I know I can. Five minutes and he can go again." She smiled at her daddy and leaned forward into the open V of Sammy's thighs. She fondled his limp brown cock. Hank's head buzzed. He flipped Suzi's skirt up. He wasn't surprised to see her lovely bare buttocks. He could see the naked, hairless slit underneath, in her plump crotch.
As Suzi mouthed the soft, brown snake of Sammy's cock. She scooped it in. Hank explored between her legs with his finger. He found her vulva wet and slippery. God, she turned on easy! He moved into position behind her and rubbed the head of his massive cock between her thighs ... into the wetness of the pouting lips. Hank saw Albina finish stripping. He was a magnificent hunk of young, ripe Negress. She watched him sink slowly into Suzi's cunt.
Albina said, "I'm ready and all the pipes are being used."
Sammy grinned. "C'mon, sister, feed me some black pussy."
Suzi wriggled back against Hank's gradual penetration. She had Sammy's cock half hard already. She took her lasciviously sucking mouth from it long enough to breathe, "Oh, wow, Daddy."
Hank worked in and out, ever deeper, feeling the sweet hot depths of her begin to tighten and narrow. Every time he got into her it was sheer heaven!
Albina said, "I don't need a second invitation!" She stood up on the sofa cushions and straddled Sammy, her muff facing his head.
From his position behind Suzi, Hank watched Albina angle her hips forward, press her knees against the back of the sofa, and enclose Sammy's head between her thighs. Sammy started eating his sister. Hank heard muffled, wet, lapping sounds. Albina said, "Lower."
Hank saw Sammy's cock harden dramatically. Suzi crooned and began a slow rhythmic bobbing of her head as she took three inches of his cock in and out of her mouth. She was moaning in her throat as Hank sank the last of his cock into her from behind. He gripped her naked hips under her skirt and ground all of his cock into her stretched cunt. There-that tiny spasm in her guts!
Albina was sighing, "Hooo ... yeah ... brother, lick it up ... get me to wanting meat deep."
Suzi took her mouth from Sammy's now rigid cock. "Ummm ... It's ready, Albina."
"Watch out!" Albina squatted.
Suzi pulled her head away and with a hand held Sammy's cock upright.
Albina sank down on it after a second's hesitation as Suzi positioned it. "Ahhh ... what a prong!" Albina was facing Sammy. She rubbed her full breasts and fat nipples against his lean chest. She squirmed on his cock. It was buried in her. They kissed passionately.
Suzi pushed back against Hank's cock. She turned to one side and was free of Sammy's legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open. She hunched down so that her head rested on her crossed forearms on the carpet. She wriggled her buttery hips. Her small nipples grazed the carpet. "Now, Daddy ... oh, fuck me good!"
He had never stopped. Now he started deep, long, hard plunges. His tensed belly smacked her soft-firm rounded buttocks. God, he was in deep! She pushed back to meet the massive thrusts. A tiny gasping "Ohh!" was puffed from her lips each time ... so expressive of lust and enjoyment! Her small white fingers dug into the sculptured Wilton carpeting. Then, "Oh, Daddy I OHH! OHHHH!" She pressed her face against the carpet and sobbed out her ecstasy. Hank slammed into her and knew if he kept it up he'd spurt in her. He didn't want to. Not yet! He had all afternoon to go. All night!
When Suzi's moans subsided, he rested with his cock throbbing heavily in her belly. Then he pulled out. Suzi sprawled forward, flat on the rug. She rolled over onto back, legs wide, blouse open, smiling softly. Hank patted her breasts. His cock was hanging out of his pants like a pink boom. He got to his feet and walked around to the other side of the sofa.
Albina was still sitting on Sammy, still squirming on her impalement, still kissing, slipping her thick lipped mouth aside to nibble his small ears, to rest her chin on the top of the sofa back. Albina saw Hank. She opened her mouth. He pushed nearly four inches into the thick, clamping lips. Her eyes fluttered shut. She held her head still, next to Sammy's, and let Hank fuck her mouth. Sammy knew what was happening. "Wild scene, man!"
Hank felt the semen boiling in the tubes, close ... he was close ... Shit, Albina could suck like a demon! Her tongue was a warm, slippery, velvet animal against the underside of his glans! Hank's breathing became fast and deep. He didn't want to hold off. This was too good! TOO GOOD! "Ohh ... CHRIST!" He rammed his hips forward. Albina's cheeks bulged. Her throat-somehow-opened and she craned her neck forward till her throat rested on the sofa back and was parallel to Hank's huge cock, and she took his cock into her throat-into the convulsing, strangling, muscle-clenching passage.
Hank sucked an explosive, unbelieving rasp of air and with a raw cry of agonized pleasure, with widened eyes, thrust ruthlessly into her mouth, jammed it in, further, reaching for eternity, further into that magic hell of spasming throat, his cock pulsing and now bursting, spurting giant gobs of semen, and with each spurt a ragged cry was torn from his own throat. He mashed his belly against her face. His balls jostled her chin. Her jaw creaked, wide open to take the terrible thickness of the base of his cock. He drew back, he had to, his body shrieked for friction-and he plunged his jetting cock again all the way in! "AHHHHHhhh!" He pressed tight against her face-held it-an endless, glorious second ... then he came to his senses and pulled out, his cock trailing a dripping flow of white fluid, finally flopping heavily from her pulpy lips.
Albina made coughing, swallowing sounds. She sucked air into her lungs. She said roughly, "Taking it like that ... kill me some day." She looked up and quirked a smile. "That's called smoking a pipe. You ought to get Suzi to try it some time."
Hank looked to Suzi. She smiled and nodded. He was too drained to react beyond a sick intellectual wonder. His mind threw up an image-his immense cock buried in her mouth, reaching down into her throat-taken there in trust, plunged there in lust-and stuck there by convulsively tight throat muscles, held there as his sweet daughter strangled to death!
Hank turned away and went to the bar for another drink. Why do I think of such terrible things? He poured a double shot of Scotch, and downed it. Suzi came to him and pressed against him. Her arms went around him as she hugged him. "You drink too much, Daddy."
"I know, honey." He poured another. "Go ... do things with Sammy and Albina. I won't be able to do anything for a while." He dropped two ice cubes into his glass.
"You could go down on me. I'd love that."
Hank watched Albina and Sammy. Brother and sister had moved to the floor. Sammy was fucking her fast, his brown muscles rippling with tireless endurance. Albina was writhing under him, crooning, urging him on. Hank looked down at Suzi's uplifted, hopeful, little-girl face. She was heart-wrenchingly young! He ran his hand over her long blonde hair. "Okay, baby, I'll tongue lash you till you can't stand it!"
"Umm, goodie!" She took him by the hand and towed him unresisting to the sofa. She plopped down on the cushions and expectantly raised her legs wide, and dug her bare heels in between the cushion and the sofa's edge. Her short skirt swooped between her tanned thighs. Her smooth, bare mound gleamed pale white, her slit a vertical, pink-lipped mouth.
Hank sank to his knees before her, a glass of Scotch in his left hand. A few feet away, two brown, naked young bodies were slapping together with frantic lust. Hank watched a moment, his own lust dampened and quiet, able to appreciate the poetry of the swift curving thrusts of Sammy's tight, tensed buttocks, the smooth lifting of Albina's loins to meet her brother's long, rigid, stabbing cock, the soft, jellylike quaking of her globular breasts, the loud panting of their breathing, a wild counterpoint to the wet fucking sounds of their pounding bodies.
"Daddy ... "
He sipped from his glass and put it down on the rug by a peglike sofa leg. He went forward and down ... his head moved into the wide, sensual saddle of Suzi's thighs, the pink, pouting slit that waited for his tongue. Her skirt brushed his forehead. Suzi laughed and flipped it over his head. His cock stirred slightly as he nestled his face against her sweet, sensitive flesh. He kissed those narrow, vertical lips, and licked, and firmed his tongue and sent it in between those lips, and tasted the oddly acid wetness of her lust. My thirteen-year-old daughter's lust. He found her little pea of a clitoris and extended his tongue deep and slid it up over that tiny nub of concentrated pleasure nerves.
Hank closed his eyes and licked that hot groove with drunken perseverance. Her soft thighs gradually tightened on his head as she got hotter and hotter. She breathed and moaned and her small hands came to his head and she moved sinuously against his mouth ... and she panted into a near shrieking climax. When she relaxed he sat back and took up his drink, filled his mouth with the pungent, bitter liquor, and swallowed.
Albina and Sammy had finished. They lay apart, whispering. The boy's cock lay long and limp across his upper thigh. Hank abruptly asked Albina, "Hey, did you bring that rubber horse cock?"
She nodded. "For later."
"Too bad it ain't got straps on it. Suzi could wear it and fuck you."
"We got us a trick beats that." Albina's eyes looked past him to Suzi. Suzi giggled.
"What?"
"You'll see, maybe, later on." Albina stroked her breasts with idle, unconscious sensualness. "I've got to get so steamed up I want more than you ever saw me take."
Hank's mouth went dry. "You take some kind of drug?"
"No, man ... " Albina nudged Sammy. They left the front room. Hank heard them in the bathroom, laughing, running the shower. He turned back to Suzi's open, waiting thighs. He lifted the half-hiding skirt and blew hot breath against her moist pussy ... moist with his saliva.
She giggled. "Do it a long time, this time, please. Don't stop. I like to kind of climb the ladder."
"It gets better and better, hmmm, baby?"
"Ummhmm! It just blows my mind then."
He caressed her thighs with his hands. He reached up and cupped her small breasts. He gazed for a long, bleary moment at her face. Then he took a deep, sighing breath and buried his face in her delicious center. Five minutes ... and she climaxed again. A few minutes later and she wildly imprisoned his head with hands and thighs in a soft vise. A few minutes after that and she was squirming endlessly against his mouth, spread open, sobbing, whimpering, almost crying with pleasure, exuding a musky, sweaty odor.
Hank sucked air when he could get it. His lungs burned for oxygen but he forced himself to keep his mouth glued against Suzi's undulating, spasming vulva. Her hands worked in his hair, tightening, twining, digging fingernails into his scalp. Her thighs crushed against the sides of his head as she panted, with bubbly moans, into a fourth or fifth climax. He had lost count. She was far up the ladder now. Hank actually pressed his nose into her wet, warm, flushed slit and rubbed the end over her clitoris. She responded with peculiar, ragged, "Uhhg, uhhg ... " sounds.
He had done it to free his mouth for a moment. He gasped air into his starved lungs. The air in that small hollow between her sweaty buttocks and the cushion was full of the smell of her secreting genitals. When he had his breath back again, Hank covered her jerking cunt with his mouth again and darted his tongue into her hot, drippy interior. The inside of her cunt lips was tangy again. It quickly lost taste as his saliva diluted the juice. Over and over in his mind a litany kept repeating: Come again, baby ... come again, baby ... Your daddy wants you to come again ... your daddy's making you come.
His jaw muscles ached, his tongue stabbed with pain each time he licked into her. But he couldn't stop; he was driven to make her come again ... one last time ... Suzi was panting fast. Her face was screwed up ... Her eyes were open but glazed as she started down at his head between her naked, clamped thighs. Hank groaned as he felt her begin to tremble against his face. Oh, baby-Suzi's breath came in forced, straining whimpers. She said mindlessly, "Daddy ... , Daddy ... Daddy ... "
The trembling increased. Her thighs locked tighter. Suddenly her fingers curled into fists and she began hitting him feebly.
Hank fought his head free. "Honey-?"
"DON'T STOP!" She writhed and thrust her empty groin up at his face. "IT WAS SO GOOD!" She was an animal, all lust and sensual greed, not his sweet little Suzi. Her blue eyes blazed. "EAT ME! EAT ME SOME MORE!"
A shiver coursed down his spine. "Suzi-"
"FINISH ME!" She hit him awkwardly. Her small fist caught him under the left eye. It stung and he responded by diving his head, seeking her cunt with a tongue eager again. His cock filled dramatically. A warm knot was in his gut. His cheek ached from her blow. He treasured it in his mind. He deserved it; being treated like a beast, a tool of her lust, a sex slave. He deserved it. He licked her frantically, obediently.
Suzi seemed to come apart. Her thighs went wide, muscles jumping. Her arms were flung wide, her fingers spread as if searching ... Her cunt leaped convulsively against his mouth. She was shuddering, out of control. "Ahhh ... Ahhh ... Ahhh ... Ahhhh ... " Then she gradually went limp, jellylike, and relaxed into the sofa, slipping sideways. Her legs lifted away from his head. She rolled away from his mouth. She lay face down on the sofa, breathing deeply. "Ohhh ... Daddy ... "
Hank caressed her half-revealed, naked buttocks. His cock was fully hard again. It had a heavy, ironlike feel. Full of thick, viscid blood. He knew it would stay hard a long time. He could fuck for hours ... he could be sucked endlessly and not shoot. But there was no hurry. He could wait. He got up on his knees and kissed her right buttock. Then he picked up his drink and sipped the cold Scotch, the ice cubes smaller now. Hank sighed and looked at his watch. He was still whoozy. Eating pussy didn't use up much alcohol. He grinned and swayed and looked down at Suzi. "Hey, honey, will you really let me fuck your mouth all the way down your throat?" His cock was sticking out, throbbing, a fat length of flesh-lead.
Suzi rolled over and saw it and nodded. "It got big fast. You want me to smoke your pipe now?"
He did but he was afraid. He could see her bulging, terror-stricken eyes, her mouth wide, gorged with his cock, her throat in a seizure around his shaft, her face turning blue.
"No ... not now. Why don't you and Albina go into the kitchen and make some supper for us?"
"Okay-groovy idea." Suzi got Albina from the shower. The black girl went through the living room stark naked, her body running water, leaving dark, wet footprints on the carpeting. The girls chattered as if everything was normal. Sammy entered naked, too, drying himself with a big white towel. "Hey, man," he said in greeting. He noticed Hank's erection. "Too much!" He turned on the TV.
Hank manhandled his cock back into his pants and zipped up. He felt out of place. Awkward. Uncomfortable. He wished Albina and Sammy weren't present.
CHAPTER NINE
An hour later all four were in the master bedroom, on the big bed, and Suzi was in Sammy's arms. The black boy was getting ready to fuck her. She was playing with his big, black hard-on. Hank watched them as he kissed Albina and ran his hands over her smooth brown breasts and belly and rounded, fully packed buttocks, and firm, meaty thighs. Hank was naked, too, now. The evening stretched ahead of him-full of sex, full of enjoying these young, nubile girls. But he was sad, inside.
He trailed his fingers into the kinky fuzz of Albina's triangle. She opened her thighs and said, "Get something in me, man." She flopped her hand to his cock. She handled it knowingly. It was half hard, and her squeezing, gently rubbing, sliding fingers brought it to full size. Hank liked the heavy, weighty feel of it when it was full of blood, when it throbbed in her hand. He kept watching Suzi and Sammy ... and it was Sammy's long black cock near Suzi's white, hairless mound that provided most of the spur to his own erection. Sammy was sucking Suzi's small nipples, and rubbing his middle finger tantalizingly over her pink, wet groove.
Albina caught Hank's looking and said to her brother, "Fuck her, boy." She tightened her grip on Hank's huge cock. "And you sink this pipe in me the same time, man. See who can last the longest."
Suzi giggled. "Sounds like fun."
It was. Hank took up the challenge. He got on top of Albina. She opened up and made the massive insertion. She groaned as he pushed deep. "You've got some bull in your family."
And Hank watched as Sammy topped his little girl and sank that big black prick into her white belly. Hank caught Suzi's eye as Sammy worked the last few inches into her. Their eyes locked. She smiled sensually. He strained against Albina and thrust in all he had. He heard the black girl make a slow guttural cry. He felt the tightness, the hot fleshy grip of her stretched cunt. Suzi gasped and clutched at Sammy as the boy rammed into her, but her eyes remained locked with her father's. A brown hand with a pink palm got in the way. Albina turned his head. "Hey, you fucking me!"
Hank grinned. "If I close my eyes I'm fucking anybody I want." He thrust hard.
Albina gasped and bucked under him. "Just keep pounding like that in me and I don't care who you see behind your eyelids."
Hank smiled and looked to Suzi. But Suzi's eyes were closed. Who was she seeing? Him? Another boy? Simply enjoying the swift, jarring penetration of Sammy's prick? Hank matched Sammy's speed. It was hard work; the black boy seemed to achieve it with ease and grace. But in a moment both girls were moaning in unison as two long, hard cocks slid with shocking power and depth into two spasming young cunts. Hank and Sammy were puffing with the exertion, aware of the rhythm, striving to maintain it.
Suzi reached out and grabbed Albina's hand. They gripped tight as each got closer and closer to orgasm. Hank crouched over Albina and laboriously pulled his eight-inch log out of Albina's flexing belly ... then shoved it in till his pubes smacked her mound and her face twitched at the ultimate penetration. She was open-mouthed, groaning, her free hand on his left buttock, clawing him in, urging him on. Her hand clasped with Suzi's hand tightened and re-gripped, as the girls became one in their pleasure.
Hank rasped to Sammy, "Switch?"
Sammy was panting, too, on the edge of coming. His eyes were vague, but he understood. "Okay, man ... " He reared back and his long hard black cock slid wetly out of Suzi's gaping vagina.
Hank pulled out of Albina. She wailed. In three seconds they had switched cunts. Hank gazed down into Suzi's sensation-dulled blue eyes and managed to find her still-gaping hole with the first probe of his giant cock. The first enclosing, tight inches of her hot, juicy sheath brought a sob of rapture from him. There was nothing in the world like his sweet, darling little girl's pussy. Christ, she was like a jelly fish!
Suzi loosed her hold on Albina's hand. She threw her arms around Hank. "Wonderful Daddy ... ohh, fuck me ... fuck the shit out of me!"
Albina gasped. "That's the mother can do it!" Then Sammy slammed his thick pipe all the way into her and she grunted and smiled.
Hank didn't dare follow Sammy's example. He knew he might tear something deep inside Suzie if he tried it. He pressed into her slowly, inexorably, pressuring the thick inches of solid white flesh-cylinder into her stretching, tightening cunt. His cock jerked in her, throbbed to the heavy slam of his heart. Could she feel that strong pulse in her belly? He noticed an artery in her neck swelling and relaxing at a faster pace. Hank had two-thirds of his meat, in her. He looked down between their bodies and saw how wide her naked slit was, to take his diameter. His eye was caught by her right wrist and forearm, which was lying across her stomach, just below her small, swollen breasts. My cock is as thick as that! Once again her small-ness and youth crashed into his mind. My baby-she's only a child!
"Fuck me, Daddy!" She strained up to take more.
Hank felt a telltale flare of sensation in his gut, down low. A swelling glow. He was suddenly choked with emotion and lust. "I will, baby! Christ-I will!" He hunched lower over her small, curvaceous body. He rested his head on the pillow next to her head. He smelled her hair. He no longer supported himself on his elbows. He slipped his hands under her back at the waist, then burrowed them down, under, till he was cupping her nice, firm, rounded buttocks with palms and widespread fingers. Leverage. His cock knew what was coming. It jerked in her and got harder and longer and fatter with furiously pounding blood.
Suzi knew, too. She trembled in anticipation. "Yes ... all of it ... "
Hank whispered in Suzi's ear, "My baby-" And his arms tightened, his hips presssd-and he forced another massive inch of cock into her. Sweet baby-" He pulled and pushed and rotated his hips and screwed another inch into her!
Suzi gasped. That wild something deep deep in her cunt was fluttering. Her breasts surged up and down against his chest. Hank felt her juices flowing, wetting his balls, oozing around her cunt lips.
He pulled back and fucked deep, screwing, plunging-and drove in and in and in until those slippery cunt lips were pressed tight by his matted, sweaty pubic hair, flattened by his pubic bone, forced thin by his weight, until they yielded and he had crushed every bit of his massive cock into her quivering sheath.
Suzi was tense under him, trembling violently. Her breath hissed fast between clenched teeth. Then he fucked her, long and deep, a steady plowing into her sweet young body as she reacted and writhed and undulated against him with a sweat-slick belly and wide-open, eagerly jumping loins. Hank was enjoying it thoroughly. His buttocks reared and plunged. His cock slid in and out with hot, fast, wet thrusts-in to the last inch, and out to the head. The whole length glowed with slowly accumulated orgasm-energy. He moaned into Suzi's neck and she held him in her arms and moaned as he filled her and filled her and filled her ... and she keened up the scale of cries until she was panting in her climax, her heels dug into his buttocks, spurring his thrusts until he was jolting her and the bed, smacking into her with a giant cock made still larger by his preorgasm state.
Suzi convulsed, inside and out. She bit his neck in her delirium of pleasure. Hank grunted and howled as his cock became a golden, boiling, spurting universe of sensation. He jammed into her again and again, sucking air, tasting her damp blonde hair against his mouth on the pillow, smacking her bulging, spasming belly with his own, driving his cock fast, hard, deep, always DEEP, to the fluttering, clenching tightness far up in her clamping, engorged vagina.
Too soon it was over. Too soon the overwhelming pleasure faded ... faded ... to leave him spent, gasping, sad, and guilty. He lay with his full weight on her small body, unwilling to move, to look at her and Albina and Sammy. He wanted a drink. He needed a drink.
Sammy said, "I win, man, I still haven't come." The bed still creaked and moved with his slow, regular thrusts into Albina.
Albina observed, "He can't help himself when he gets that pipe in her. Man, he sure went empty in a big way that time."
Hank hated them. Niggers. Smart-alecky niggers! He rolled off Suzi. His cock came out of her softened and flecked with streaks of semen. He didn't look at Sammy or Albina. He took Suzi's hand. "Let's go wash, honey."
In the bathroom he leaned against the cool tiled shower stall as Suzi adjusted the spray and stepped in with him. She took soap and lathered his drooping, half-hard cock. "Boy, that was a super-groovy fucking you gave me, Daddy." Her hands caressed his cock reverently. "You turn my skull inside out every time."
He smiled faintly and stroked her hair. He soaped his hands then, and washed her mound and pussy lips. He watched, curious, as she hooked up a douche bag and inserted the nozzle and washed out her vagina.
Hank left the bathroom with a towel and went to get himself a stiff drink. He could hear Albina and Sammy still pounding away, with Albina revving up into another climax. He smiled wryly as he poured Scotch. Ah, youth. And he wondered if he'd be able to get another erection before the night was over. He hoped so. But the old log felt used up-dead.
He went back into the bedroom with a renewed alcoholic fire in his belly. Sammy had just finished spurting. But Albina was unsatisfied; he hadn't quite lasted long enough. Suzi was sitting on the bed, cross-legged, with a towel, drying her hair. She pushed the towel under Albina's icky, semen-dribbling cleft, to protect the blanket. Sammy lay on his back, gasping, his long black cock on his flat, rising-falling belly. A small puddle of semen lay on his brown skin at the tip of his cock.
Albina writhed in frustration. "Honey, give me something special." She grabbed Suzi's small arm and kissed her palm. "I need it now."
Suzi smiled. "Okay. Daddy, watch. This will blow your mind!"
Albina raised her knees and opened her thighs wide. Her big breasts rose and fell dramatically. Her nipples were swollen, thumblike. Suzi moved on the bed-down-and Hank thought at first she was only going to lick Albina's purple-lipped cunt. But Suzi put her hand to those puffed lips, with her fingers bunched into a V, with her thumb tucked under. Hank's eyes widened. Jesus!
Suzi pushed her clustered fingers into Albina's wet pussy ... in to the last knuckles ... working and fucking them deeper ... pushing, turning, pressing ... coating her hand with sticky, slippery coital juice. Suzi had a small hand, true, but- She watched Albina's face. She had even her last knuckles inside the thick, glistening vulva lips. Her hand moved in short, strong, fucking movements.
Albina lifted her head and panted, "Yeah, baby ... now ... now ... " Her eyes were half lidded, dull but oddly intense. Suzi pushed and her entire hand slid into Albina's vagina. Albina made a sound-a grunting "Eauh!" Her belly bulged and relaxed, but was not as flat as before. Suzi had her hand in to the wrist. She had a self-absorbed, concentrated expression on her face. "You really are loose."
Hank could see small tendons in her wrist moving, and shifting muscles in her forearm. He swallowed a mouthful of Scotch. "Exploring in there?"
Suzi shook, her head. "Just making a fist one finger at a time. There."
Albina's belly definitely bulged slightly now, just above her triangle of kinky black hair. The sight of Suzi's arm there-buried to the wrist between the wide, clinging cunt-mouth-riveted Hank's attention.
Albina let herself lie back. She fondled her rounded, brown breasts. "Come on, you men ... do this for me. Give me some mouth."
Sammy moved to her right side, Hank put his drink on the bedside table and caressed her left breast. The flesh was very warm and yeasty in his hand. The enlarged nipple seemed to beg for his mouth. But he only vibrated it with his first finger and thumb. He had to watch Suzi's arm! Sammy had seen it before; he sucked "his" breast's nipple.
Suzi fingered stray blonde hairs from her eyes with her free hand, settled herself on her knees between Albina's wide, raised thighs, and met Hank's gaze for a second. She smiled that same innocent, wide-eyed smile as often before ... as if this situation was normal ... And she pushed her fisted hand deeper into Albina's belly.
Half of Suzi's forearm went in that seemingly bottomless pit of flesh. She pulled back and her wrist was wet. She pushed her fist in again, deeper and further than before, turning her arm this way and that. Her fist and forearm were thicker than Hank's cock. Longer than his cock. The sight of this small, childlike blonde girl hunched over the spread loins of this lush young black girl, her right forearm almost buried in the impossibly engorged; stretched cunt, with a black boy, the black girl's brother, sucking on a nipple, was incredible.
Hank felt laughter bubbling in his chest. He giggled. He sorted to guffaw. He couldn't help it and couldn't stop it. He rolled aside and fell, laughing hysterically, to the floor. The thump of his fall shook the house. He heard Suzi say disapprovingly, "Oh, Daddy!" and this set him off again. Oh, I am sooooo uncool."
The action didn't stop up on the bed. He heard those soft, expressive grunts from Albina that meant that white arm was driving up into her guts. He heard the quiet creak of the bed-saw the mattress quake. He lifted his head and rested his chin on the edge of the bed. He had a perfect side-view of Suzi's arm pistoning into Albina's sloppy cunt. His laughter drained away. Almost to the elbow! And Suzi was working hard ... pulling her arm out of that tight, gripping channel, then pushing it in ... as Albina bore down and tightened up as a rippling spasm of weird ecstasy concentrated in her belly.
Then Albina gasped. "Finger-" Suzi pressed her arm in to the crook of her small arm. She held it there. Albina's face rippled. Her eyes widened. "Ahhhhhhhhh ... " Her belly seemed to bloat and then collapse. She squirmed and writhed like a worm on a hook. After a long moment of enduring whatever Suzi was doing to her inside, Albina whimpered, "Enough!" She went limp as Suzi withdrew her wet arm and finally, her hand.
Hank pursed his lips. "Should have X-rays. What went on in there?"
Suzi wiped her arm with the towel. "I put my thumb up into her uterus."
"In her womb?"
"Umhmm. It's very sensitive-the cervix."
"Jesus."
Albina was massaging her belly with deep-pressing fingers. "Can't take much of that, man. Like to dice my mind, that feeling. Wow."
"It's dangerous. That could rupture you or cause cancer, or-"
"Oh, Daddy! I always make sure my hand is clean and I always keep my fingernails real short and smooth."
Hank shrugged. "Right. Okay. Fine. Swell. Groovy." He drained his glass. "What happens next?"
Sammy said to Suzi, "Suck me up and I'll fuck you some more."
Albina said, "Let them men take care of each other once." She took Suzi's hand and drew her close. "You lay down on me and I'll give you some wild tongue."
Suzi smiled and looked at Hank, then at Sammy. "They wouldn't do anything with each other."
Albina said, "I dare you two pipes to get each other up. Mister Conrad, you ever want to handle a big black hose like Sammy's? Sammy, you want to examine that horse he's got between his legs? You two go to it. Us girls'll do our thing."
Suzi scooted up onto Albina's brown, firm body. She arranged herself in the sixty-nine position, only on her back; her buttocks wriggled over Albina's squashed breasts, her head rested against Albina's raised, closed thighs. Albina squirmed under Suzi, adjusting the smaller girl's body, bringing Suzi's hairless, plump little pussy closer and closer to her thick, purplish lips and questing, darting tongue. Albina said to her brother, "Stick some pillows under my head."
He did so, wedging her face up against Suzi's pink and white cunt. Suzi's round thighs were spread wide, enclosing the black girl's head. With no preliminaries, Albina set to work eating Suzi. Her long tongue snaked between the girl's pussy lips.
Sammy came around the end of the bed and sat next to Hank. They watched Suzi undulate against Albina's wide-open mouth. Sammy shifted his gaze after a moment to Hank's softened cock. "Yours is smaller than mine soft, but it sure gets a hell of a lot bigger."
"Not all that much bigger." Hank was drunk enough to look frankly at Sammy's black cock. Soft, the boy's organ was bigger.
"Mind?" Sammy reached over between Hank's legs and gently clasped Hank's cock.
"Be my guest. Used to do things like this when I was twelve, with a gang I joined." Hank was curious about the black cock. He reached over-their arms crossed-and he handled Sammy's softness. To Hank the other's cock felt odd-cool, clammy almost, and different from his own. He skinned the prepuce back and examined the small head. He felt-saw Sammy doing the same with his cock.
Sammy's cock began to stir and grow slightly in his hand. It warmed. To Hank there was something girlish and tender in Sammy's touch and gaze. Sammy shifted closer and took a firmer grip of Hank's cock. He slowly pumped the big, flaccid organ. Sammy asked, "Dead for the night?" His own cock was firming heavily in Hank's squeezing, moving hand.
Hank answered, "Maybe I'm good for one more if one of the girls sucks it up."
"Let me try it." Sammy moved closer till his naked brown thigh was pressed against Hank's white thigh. He lifted Hank's cock and bent over it. "Hey-" But Sammy's mouth had taken it, closed over it ... and he was sucking, lashing his tongue in a peculiarly knowing way. The way a man would know another man would like.
Suzi noticed. She sighed, "Ummm, Daddy, isn't Sammy good at tongue work?" Her belly worked in soft, slow waves as she undulated her vulva against Albina's open mouth. "I'll bet he gets you hard. I want to see you go down on him, too." Her eyes were clear of any desire to hurt or of put-down.
Hank understood-she and Albina were bisexual, so why shouldn't men be, too? Why shouldn't her Daddy suck Sammy's black cock? Hank's stomach turned at the thought. He looked down at Sammy's kinky hair. "You don't have to do that. I wish you wouldn't." I don't want to be obligated!
But Sammy didn't stop. His fingers manipulated as he sucked on the head of Hank's cock, and his tongue grazed in a special, saliva-juicy way on the underside ... and there was something mid and forbidden and exciting about being sucked by another man. Hank felt his cock respond. There was pleasure in Sammy's mouth, and once recognized, once admitted, it worked ... it worked ... Hank gritted his teeth as his cock swelled and lengthened and hardened. All right, you black cock-sucker, keep it up.' I'll shoot your fucking mouth full of white man's come!
But Sammy didn't continue. He got Hank hard as a steel rod, got him well along the slow climb to orgasm, then stopped. Sammy sat up, smiling, his thick lips wet. "Now you're ready to go, man." His own cock was flaccid again. "How about getting me up the same way?"
"I don't-"
"Go ahead, Daddy. Don't be retarded."
Sammy said, "Try it, man. It's fun. The way you go to town eating the girls I figure you've got technique. Got it all together."
Hank felt the pressure on him. He was floating in a pleasant, erotic alcoholic high. He flip-flopped. Okay. Just to find out what it was like. "Wash it first."
"Yo." Sammy left the bedroom. They heard water running in the bathroom. He returned a moment later. His big cock swung between his thighs. He stretched out across the foot of the bed, below Albina's feet. Suzi wasn't paying attention now- she was panting, working herself against Albina's active mouth, eyes closed. Hank took advantage of the moment He grabbed Sammy's cock. It was cool and damp from the water. The boy's pubic hair was flecked with water drops. Hank hunched over the brown loins. His fist held the shaft, the small head seemed like a big ripe cherry or strawberry. He swallowed a flow of saliva. His stomach was all-gone. He was scared! He wanted to put it off-to get a drink! They'd laugh! They'd know.
Hank closed his eyes and lowered his head ... The glans tasted rubbery and cool and neutral. He got used to it quickly. He took more cock into his mouth ... and used his tongue ... and sucked ... Pretend it's a giant clitoris ... forget it's a cock, a black boy's cock ... The shaft expanded and hardened in his fist. His mouth filled. Sammy began pushing up and down. Hank kept his eyes closed. He kind of liked doing it. In a way sucking a cock was easier than eating a cunt-no breathing problems. Hank cooperated with Sammy's upthrusts into his mouth. There was a sensual joy in having his mouth filled this way, in using his tongue the way he knew it should be used on a cock.
Hank wasn't aware of Suzi's completed orgasm, or of her attention to what he was doing. He didn't know Albina was watching, too. All eyes were on him, but his eyes were closed and his ears tuned out. He was completely absorbed in experiencing sucking, in enjoying it, in giving pleasure. He jerked his fist up and down on the thick brown shaft. He took the small glans to the back of his mouth and wondered if he could get used to the impulse to gag each time the soft, blunt head pressed the sensitive palate. He wondered what he would do if semen spurted in his mouth. Hank felt his own cock throbbing violently between his thighs. It was very hard, as if tuned to the cock he was sucking. Hank felt hands on his head, pushing-"Hey, man, that's enough. You got me steaming."
Hank lifted his head reluctantly. He blinked at Sammy and the girls. He snapped back into the expected role. He grinned. He winked. To veer the situation away from him, to avoid the inevitable comments (he knew he had been sucking too fervently, too willingly, too well) he flipped his rigid cock and said leeringly, "Let's fuck one of these girls at the same time, Sammy." He looked with exaggerated speculation at Albina and Suzi. "Any volunteers?"
Suzi asked, "You mean pussy and ass, Daddy?"
"He doesn't mean both pipes in the same hole ... I hope." Albina rubbed her palm over her mound. "I could take two small guys that way, but not these horses."
Sammy smiled. He brandished his small-headed organ. "I'll go into the ass. I've got a smaller point. Be easier."
Hank nodded. "Wanna draw straws, girls?" He wanted to fuck Albina in the ass. Let Sammy get her used to it, then he'd slip the old log in and- But Suzi said, "I'll do it." Her childlike blue eyes met her father's for an electric second. "I know it'll hurt, but I want my daddy to fuck me in the ass first."
"Oh, honey-" He frowned but was secretly gleeful.
Albina said, "We'll all work her up. We'll get her so hot she can't think, then ... " Albina slammed her fist and arm straight out.
Hank asked, "How about you?"
"If you and Sammy have some stiff meat left after that, I'll make the scene, too. It's weird. I've been there before, but not with handles like these." She reached out and gripped both huge cocks for a second.
Suzi smiled tentatively. "I've only had fingers poked in me there. It feels good. But I know it'll hurt this way."
Hank was still drunk enough not to care. "Like Albina says, honey, we'll all get you so worked up you can't see straight." His mind began to bloom with visions of her small white ass.
Sammy agreed. "I'll fuck you till you're flipping out."
But everyone sat and looked at each other.
Suzi said, "When do we start?"
Sammy said, "She's eager." He put his brown hand on her small white breast.
Albina took charge. "Lay flat, girl. Sammy, you suck tit with me, and kiss her, and you suck her clit, Hank. Slow and easy at first. Work her up good."
Suzi obeyed. "Wow, this is going to be out of sight." She opened her tanned, firm, rounded thighs. She went "Ummm" as Hank kissed his way up into the sweet inverted V to her plump, naked mound. Sammy sucked on one of her nipples. Albina sucked on the other. Hank blearily stuck his tongue in her slit and licked upward to her clitoris.
Suzi moaned, "Ohhh ... I love it, love it', love it ... "
Hank worked his tongue cleverly, darting it in and out of her vulva, licking the inner lips around the kernel of stiffened tissue that was her clit, licking the now puffed outer labia, seeking with tongue tip the odd-tasting juices that appeared at the elastic entrance of her vagina. He peered up over her smooth, flexing belly at the two Negro heads fastened to her pale white breasts by avidly sucking Negro lips. Suzi's small white hands were resting on the brown necks, stroking gently, appreciatively.
Hank closed his eyes and concentrated on tongue-lashing her clitoris ... giving her the first orgasm. Soon Suzi was squirming against Hank's mouth, moaning into Sammy's thick lips as he kissed her and sent his tongue past her teeth to play games. Albina was sucking a small nipple, rolling it under her tongue, and with her left hand palming the breast, rubbing, squeezing gently, then roaming her hand down over Suzi's taut belly, along the sensitive inner surfaces of the girl's wide-flung thigh. Suzi whimpered as the orgasm rippled through her body-mind.
Albina said knowledgeably, "One more come and we'll have her about there." It took four minutes. Suzi gasped and flailed as the second climax burned and flared and jerked her loins in uncontrolled lust. Hank's cock jumped to the pounding of his heart. It dribbled drops of slippery secretion to the bedding. Hank lifted his head for a moment and saw Sammy's hard cock within easy reach. He let his left hand fall onto it. He squeezed the rubbery shaft and pumped it slowly as he resumed his tonguing of Suzi's swollen clitoris. He found himself wishing he could suck Sammy's cock again. It hadn't been bad at all.
A few moments later Suzi was squirming again, panting, almost mindless in her seething arousal. Her thighs had closed on Hank's head-a soft, velvety vise-and gradually tightened as she got closer and closer to her third, and strongest ecstasy.
Albina whispered, "Now, man, get a finger in her ass. Work it in ... loosen her up."
Hank took his hand from Sammy's cock. He liked to handle a big, warm cock, he had discovered. He found Suzi's anus with his fingertip and pressed. The ring of muscle yielded easily. He eased the finger in to the first joint, then to the second, sliding it in and out as he licked her tiny stem of a clitoris. The anal stimulation increased Suzi's level of desire. "Ohh, Daddy ... "
Albina had changed position. She was crouched by Hank, watching. She whispered, "Two fingers now."
Hank pressed a second finger into Suzi's hole. She groaned but didn't complain. Her breathing speeded. He crossed his fingers at the tip. He finger-fucked her for a long moment, feeling the soft walls of her rectum, getting all of both fingers in to the last knuckle. He wasn't cunt-licking her anymore. But Suzi seemed to be getting hotter than before.
"Get her up on her knees ... dog fashion."
Hank sat up. Suzi had heard Albina. She turned over onto her belly and raised up on her knees, her ass high, her head face down into a pillow, resting on her crossed forearms. Sammy put his hands under her and caressed her belly and slipped a finger into her slit, Suzi moaned and rotated her hips.
Albina said, "Keep finger-fucking her in the ass." She left the bed and went into the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later, just as Hank had worked both fingers into Suzi's rectum again. His fingers were coated with a wetness that was flecked with tiny streaks of brown. Albina had a tube of sterile lubricant. She motioned for him to take out his fingers. She squeezed out a dollop of the clear jell onto Suzi's puckered anus. She worked it in and around the small, tight sphincter. She got two fingers into Suzi, too, easily, on the slick lubricant that turned liquid with contact with body heat. She handed him the tube. "Grease up."
Hank squeezed a long worm of the jell onto the long, broad top of his cock. Then he used both hands to spread it over and around. In seconds his cock was covered with a shiny wet clinging syrup. He noticed that Albina was three-fingering Suzi's anus now, and Sammy was rubbing her slit. Suzi was breathing heavily, working her hips. Albina gestured for Hank to go to it. He rose up on his knees behind Suzi. He put his slippery hands on her round, taut buttocks ... so white and smooth ... His massive cock bobbed before him like a terrible weapon.
He rubbed his hand in between the cheeks and slipped two fingers into the loosened anus.
He wasn't drunk now, not even a little bit. He was doing this cold sober. No excuses. He was about to fuck his little daughter in the ass. His cock didn't soften. It stayed at maximum hardness. He gripped it with his left hand. He slid his right hand under Suzi's belly to grip her for the leverage he needed. He encountered Sammy's hand.
Suzi whispered raggedly, "Do it, Daddy."
Hank clamped his jaw tight. He positioned the big head of his cock against the tiny, puckered entrance. His cock was bigger around than the biggest turd she had ever passed. This was going to hurt her plenty. He didn't care. A cruel, vindictive, puritan voice whispered in the back of his mind that she deserved it, to pay for her sins with him and Sammy and Albina.
Hank pressed forward. He couldn't get in. Suzi pressed back, to help. He gripped his cock and worked it in small side-to-side, and up-down movements. He could see her thighs clamp together as the pressure built up. She was involuntarily straining to keep the anus closed. The ring of muscles was trembling with exertions. He gripped her under the belly and kept up the thrusting pressure.
Now Suzi was beginning to cry apprehensively. Now he could feel with his glans the imperceptible "give" as the sphincter weakened and bowed inward ... and opened slightly, closed, opened wider-and was breached in a spasm of surrender and agony. Suzi screamed into the pillow. She tried to fling herself forward, flat, away from the huge, blunt thing that was now lodged in her rectum.
The tightness! Hank couldn't believe the grip that enclosed the head of his cock. He held her in position. His own breath was now fast and deep. Something in his gut was hot and knotted. A muscle fluttered in his left thigh.
"It hurts ... Daddy, it hurts! Take it out!"
"Baby ... baby ... you wanted this." He rammed further into her. Slick white inches of thick white cock disappeared into the stretched mouth of her anus. The lubricant made it easier, but even so the thrust caused the anus to be pulled inward ... and to be pulled out like clinging lips when he reared back for a deeper penetration.
"PLEASE, DADDY, IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"
Hank shivered at the pain in her voice, at the heart-wrenching pleading despair. But he had half his cock in her ass! And she deserved this! For tempting him! For fooling around with these two niggers! For being too young and sexy and depraved! And for asking for this! He gritted his teeth and sawed his cock deeper. He thought, he felt something inside-a turd?-but he didn't care. He pressed in and in. She was bottomless this way. He was up into her lower colon now, in her bowels.
Suzi was helpless and knew it. She sobbed and bit the pillow to muffle her screams as he drove further and further into her ass. Hank was amazed at the continuing tightness of her beyond the ring of anal muscles. He realized his thick cock must be distending the elastic walls of her colon, stretching them thin ... tight! He was in all the way! His pubes were socked tight against the taut, smooth inner cheeks of her creased ass. His entire length was pulsing in her colon, in all the way to the sigmoid curve It was a different sensation from being in her tight cunt. This was softer and tighter, somehow. Supremely delicious, maybe because he was inflicting pain with the attainment of his pleasure, and he was so utterly dominant in this position, and she-poor little Suzi-was so abject, so much in a position of humiliation and debasement.
Hank was hardly aware of Albina and Sammy. He fucked Suzi's ass slowly, wringing low sobs of pain from her, enjoying the long in and out thrusts. It was so good ... shit ... so good. The glow in his guts, in the heavy stem of his cock, came surprisingly soon. He was piling into her swiftly, powerfully, smacking her ass! Feeding that glow, each stroke into that soft envelope of heavenly tightness was a delicious breath of fuel for the glow. He tried to control himself. Slow ... slow ... make it last ... last erection I'll have tonight. ,. He saw that Sammy had reached under again and was stroking Suzi's cunt. Albina was crooning to her, kissing her wet cheeks, petting her head. And Suzi wasn't crying or sobbing any longer. Only groaning quietly each time he thrust slowly into her guts.
Five minutes went by-slow, ecstatic moments -in which the glow of sensation expanded and swirled in his loins, gradually building up pressure. Hank had an idea. Perfect! He caught Sammy's eye. He gasped, "Fuck her from below."
Sammy grinned. "You're wild, man." He lay flat next to Suzi. Albina had heard and nodded. She would help. Was there a bit of make-the-white-girl-suffer in their behavior?
Suzi heard and shuddered and moaned, "No, Daddy, please ... I couldn't-not both."
But Hank plunged to his limit into her ass, braced himself, and with both arms under her belly, lifted her up clear of the bed. Sammy quickly slid under her. His long brown cock was flopping rigidly. Albina grabbed his cock and was ready to make the insertion. Hank lowered Suzi. She was wheezing for breath. Sammy arranged her knees to straddle his hips. Albina set his cock-head into Suzi's wet slit. Suzi was sobbing again.
Albina explored and smiled. "She's wet. She needs it, so give it to her, brother."
Sammy thrust up into her cunt. Suzi's legs jerked. She grunted and shuddered again. Hank felt weird peristaltic waves sweep down around his cock where it was buried in her lower colon. She was trying to pass his cock! He grinned. Sammy reached up and pulled her ass lower, to get more of his big cock into her cunt. Hank spread his own thighs to go down with her ass so as not to lose an inch of penetration. And then he felt Sammy's cock against his inside Suzi! Wild! The membrane that separated their cocks was thin-like a condom! Sammy felt Hank's immense cock. "Oh, man ... "
The two men fucked slowly in and out, rubbing their cocks deliciously ... rubbing their sensitive dorsal areas in long, slow strokes. Hank loved it. It made everything perfect. He was fond of Sammy now. The kid was great. His cock was fine ... Suzi was writhing, in constant twitching, semi-convulsive movement. There was no way for her to escape her torment. She was gripping Albina's hands, weeping large tears, gasping, mewling like a kitten.
Hank panted, "I'm going ... Sammy, go with me ... I'm going to shoot ... "
"Yeah, man ... go, go, go ... "
They increased their pace. They stared into each other's eyes. Their great cocks rubbed along each other's length in sweeping in-out pistonings. They were making love to each other in Suzi. Hank couldn't hold back the surging glow of rapture any longer. It came, it came, it came, and expanded and grew more powerful as it burst along the tubes, as it was released into his cock, as it shot down that long shaft and forced an animal cry of inexpressible pleasure from his throat. An answering, matching cry came from Sammy. They fucked Suzi's body madly, spurting and howling with savage joy. Suzi was jolted and flung about, her guts and cunt rifled brutally, seemingly endlessly.
Finally it was finished. Hank was empty. He sat slowly back on his heels and watched his half-soft cock slide out of her anus. It was flecked with liquid shit. He swallowed and tightened his throat to keep down his stomach. Sammy pushed Suzi off him. His cock flopped out of her, coated with his semen. Hank smiled at him. They went tiredly together into the bathroom to wash each other's cocks. Hank then got a stiff drink. He drifted into the bedroom again. He was drained, emotionally and physically. He wanted to sleep.
Albina was in the bathroom with a still-weeping Suzi. Sammy was in there, too, talking low, soothing her. Hank sank onto the bed and conked out, He was partially awakened some time later -the bed was quaking ... Suzi was fucking Albina with the big dildo-but he wasn't interested. He sank back into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Hank awakened, eyes wide, heart thudding, and didn't know why. He sat up. Suzi and Albina and Sammy lay naked around him on the big king-sized bed. All were asleep. It was morning. Sunlight filtered in around the drawn shades. What had awakened him?
He heart a car door chunk ... in the driveway! Next to the bedroom. He leaped from the bed and lurched with sudden dizziness and pain in his head. He peered out from a corner of the window. Joyce was standing beside her folks' car, locking it. She was alone.
"Oh, Jesus!" He ran to the bed. His head was splitting. He shook Sammy and Albina and Suzi. "Get up!" he whispered fiercely. "Get into Suzi's room!" They mumbled and rolled over and lay as if drugged.
Hank could hear Joyce's heels clicking on the cement as she walked to the kitchen door. He slapped Sammy in the face. "GET UP. MY WIFE IS COMING INI" Sammy blinked open unfocused eyes.
Hank cursed and ran out of the bedroom. He stopped and closed the bedroom door. He staggered into the kitchen as Joyce entered the house.
She flinched when she saw him. "Henry-"
He was naked. His eyes were gummy, his hair wild. He asked angrily, frightened, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see ... I-" Her blue eyes became cunning. "I want to talk to Suzi about something."
"No, she's sleeping. Go back to your folks till I pick you up later."
"I'm here now ... " She smiled funny and walked quickly past him.
Hank's guts turned sour and leaden with fear. "Joyce-" He turned to grab her but she had moved too quickly-was out of reach-and he staggered to catch her before-
His head was splitting. He hit the kitchen doorway with his shoulder and almost fell. He had a glimpse of Joyce in the hallway, turning toward the master bedroom door.
He couldn't stop her! She'd see-He croaked desperately, "JOYCE!"
But she ignored him and disappeared, He stood frozen in the living room, and heard her open the bedroom door. He heard her sudden, startled gasp.
Silence.
Hank made himself move to the hallway. He looked.
Joyce was standing, rigid, as if transfixed, staring at the naked youngsters on the bed. She began to shake. Hank expected a scream. But it didn't come.
Sammy was awake. He smiled up at Joyce. "Hi. You Suzi's mother?" His cock was lying on his belly, long and soft and brown-skinned, "You want to join us?"
Suzi opened her eyes, saw her mother and said, yawning, "Oh, hi, Mom." No guilt, no shame. She reached over and squeezed Sammy's cock.
Joyce was breathing fast. She shook like a terrible inner wind was buffeting her.
Albina opened one eye. She sighed, "Trouble." The end of the dildo projected from her cunt lips. She had slept with the huge rubber organ buried in her. Her hand automatically, habitually, went to it and began a slow, sensual stroking of it in and out.
Suddenly Joyce screamed, "I DON'T CARE! YES! YES! YES!" And she flung herself forward onto the bed. She was wild-eyed. She grabbed Sammy's cock from Suzi's grip and plunged it into the hot, willing maw of her mouth. She sucked, eyes fiercely closed, her body still shaking.
Sammy was startled but didn't object.
Suzi said wonderingly, "Oh, wow."
Albina shook her head ... and continued to fuck herself with the dildo.
Hank couldn't believe it. After a moment of stunned disbelief, after the sight of his wife sucking madly at Sammy's growing cock persisted, he turned and walked carefully into the living room for a drink. He downed a half-tumbler of whiskey.
From the bedroom he heard Suzi say, "No, Mom, like this. See ... with your tongue ... "
He started to laugh. He flipped his cock and felt a slight tingle. Life was back in it. He laughed harder. He poured another drink and headed for the bedroom.
