Through television, newspapers and countless magazine stories, we inhabitants of the modern world have been fully exposed to the various types of "militancy" that have sprung up among the populace. Some of these groups have achieved a startling degree of popularity and notably there is a new awareness abroad that has brought fresh blood to an old battle . . . the battle of the sexes.
Astute novelist Carole Wilson has chosen such a battlefield as the location for her latest fictional journey into the midst of middle America. We are shown the curious effects of the new feminine militancy upon which at the beginning of the novel is a thoroughly unliberated family. What makes this book so fascinating is that each of its characters has a "cause to champion" and it is the head-on collision of these causes that creates an explosive climax of enormous proportions.
Clearly, little Judy is a striking example of today's child. Much as we would wish it weren't so, these youngsters have a totally new outlook on life.. . a new vision that is shocking to those of the older generations, to say the least. "Child Militancy" is just beginning to rear its youthful head, and twelve-year-old Judy is a front-runner of the ranks. She is pitted against a grandfather, still young himself, but who is suffering a defeat due to forces beyond his control. Once a powerful executive, he finds himself jobless due to a general nationwide recession. He is now not only forced to live with his daughter and son-in-law, but he is forced to become a frustrated witness to their problems as if his own were not enough. Needless to say, the result is disastrous.
Miss Wilson may be saying Judy's mother and father Dennis and Marsha are, through neglect, responsible for the little girl's strange preoccupations. Even though by the end of the story each member of the family seems satisfied by the new intimacy between them, the reader has a suspicion that none of it might have taken place had little Judy not been a victim of parents' preoccupation with the issue of male and/or female supremacy. Oddly, these issues remain unresolved; the couple believing that each has somehow "won". And the only persons who seem to have gained are Tom, the grandfather, who through the sublime release of his inner tensions is able to find a new executive position and Judy, who had managed to maneuver every adult in the family in such a way that she has them exactly where she wants them.
This exciting work of literature sounds a timely warning to a world which is becoming increasingly fraught with disruptive tensions. We are sure you will appreciate its message.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
Tom couldn't get over how much his young granddaughter had grown since he'd last seen her. He sat munching the steak that his daughter Marsha had prepared for his first night at the house, and silently contemplated the family scene aroUnd him. Judy was twelve and already turning into a woman, judging from the budding curves beneath her skimpy blouse, and the smooth, long thighs that protruded from her short-shorts. The girl ate heartily, while recounting a seemingly endless story about what had happened to her at school that day. Her long straight blonde hair fell forward into her eyes from time to time, and with an impatient gesture, she would push it back, meanwhile shoveling another mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. She had one of these pouty mouths, Tom noticed, like Brigitte Bardot, and he could tell that when she grew up, she would become even more beautiful than her mother. Marsha . . . it was hard for him to believe that his own little girl was now such a woman, with a half grown kid to boot. True, he had spawned Marsha when he himself was only seventeen, but now being 47 and a widower, he was beginning to feel old.
"Don't you think so, grandpop?" Judy's voice interrupted his revery, and Tom was forced to live up to the expression of rapt attention that he had been wearing like a mask on his face.
He smiled back into her sparkling blue eyes. What on earth had she been talking about?
"Well, I don't know.. . " he replied, hoping that would do for a reply. Across from him he was conscious of his son-in-law's interested observation, and Marsha was smiling at him indulgently. This was all going to be harder than he thought, he realized suddenly. To find himself suddenly out of work after 20 years with one company . . . and a top executive at that, had been one of the most shocking things that had ever happened to him in his life, except for the untimely death of his young wife so many years ago, perhaps. Now he felt himself just as lost as he had been then, maybe more so . . . he was older and had less elasticity. It had seemed impossible that he wouldn't be able to find another job right away . . . but the impossible had happened, due to the general recession he found himself in the same boat with many other men of high caliber, but this good company did nothing to better his situation. It really burned him up that his young son-in-law, Dennis, could be fully employed, could in fact be the owner of a successful garage in town, while he, with all his commercial qualifications was forced to move in with him and his daughter!
"Well, I think so . . . I love to dance!" Judy chimed out. His eyes for some reason shifted down to the level of his grand-daughter's plumply budding young breasts, and it was only when he realized that his gaze was resting a trifle too long on these new protrusions that he turned away with a nervous cough.
"Yes . . . ah, I'm sure you're an excellent dancer, dear," he said. He was feeling suddenly very tired. The meal had been going on for much too long, and he was anxious to be left alone in the room that was to be his for what he hoped would be only a few weeks. He hoped to God that he'd find work by then. Having to face a family dinner like this every night was more than he could contemplate at the moment.
"You'll excuse me, Marsha love, if I don't have dessert?" he asked. "I'm really pooped tonight, think I'll just run up and have a shower and fall into bed!"
Both Marsha and Dennis hastened to assure him that they understood, but he noticed that little Judy was looking at him curiously as he stood up to leave the table.
"Splendid supper, dear . . . just magnificent," he said to his golden haired daughter, "You were always a fabulous cook.. . . Always said, you were a lucky man, Dennis, to get my only daughter!"
Amidst amiable laughter, and pleasant goodnights, Tom left the room. For some reason he felt a strong anger welling up in him at the words he had just spoken. That dolt Dennis was a lucky son of a bitch to get his only daughter . . . when she could have married just about anybody with her looks!
His room was bright and comfortable, but nothing compared to the luxurious apartment he had once maintained when he was a Vice-President at Benson and Tolman Construction. He sighed as he sat down on the bed and removed his shoes. Rubbing his feet which ached from his earlier sidewalk pounding, he happened to glance up at his mirror image across from the bed. He looked tired he noted, but still trim fit. He was thankful for that much at least.
The shower felt wonderful, and after he had shampooed his just slightly gray streaked hair, he frictioned his muscular body with a big thick towel. Then he did a few of the exercises that he counted on for keeping his stomach as flat as it had been when he was star quarterback in college.
He returned to his bedroom stark naked and was startled to find loud music blaring and there, dancing about in the middle of the room, was his twelve-year-old granddaughter.
He dashed quickly for the closet, and pulling out one of his shirts to cover his nakedness, he peered around the door.
"Judy! What on earth are you doing here?"
The only answer was the loud blare of music and the increased whirling and turning of the young girl in the center of the room.
Tom watched amazed as Judy made her lithe young body conform to each and every note of the strange music coming from a portable cassette player. Her feet seemed to be flying in every direction, while her hips took off in the exact opposite rhythm and her long blonde curls went flying upward from her head. To his dismay, Judy seemed totally unable to hear him, being completely involved with the exotic rhythm of her dance. After his original annoyance at her impromptu interruption of his privacy, Tom found himself mesmerized by her wild dance. It was as if she herself were under some kind of hypnotic trance and the young girl dancing before him bore little resemblance to the sweet innocence of his granddaughter! Apart from the fact that she was doing things with her body that Tom was sure the most expert stripper in nearby San Francisco might very well blush at doing, her expression was startling! Her delicate child's features were crisped in concentration, a mask of emotion had taken hold of her face . . . Tom tried not to even think it . . . but it was true . . . her face was that of a woman in bed . . . a woman waiting . . . silently begging to be fucked within an inch of her life!
It was impossible to pretend that he did not recognize that expression . . . but how to reconcile its appearance on the face of his twelve-year-old granddaughter! He stood watching, uncertain as to just what he should do about the whole thing--He could not help appraising that lithe young figure, the long deeply tanned legs, the little hips and buttocks that jiggled so tantalizingly as she turned around . . . each one just big enough to fit the palm of a man's hand . . . her trim waist, and then the bouncing young breasts beneath that blouse. Why if she had been naked, he wouldn't have seen much more of her!
Then suddenly there was silence. The music was over. Just as suddenly, Judy's gyrations stopped, and she was standing there breathlessly . . . a wide grin of triumph on her face . . . waiting for her grand-father to say something.
Tom saw that she was expecting a compliment, and he felt that his face was a deep shade of red from the thoughts he had had about her during her dance. But he tried to brush all that away as he spoke to her . . . "That was very nice, dear . . . uh, but what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I knocked, Grandpop . . . but you didn't answer, then I heard the shower running, so I thought I'd just come in and dance for you!" She took a deep breath of air, and then collapsed upon the shaggy rug in the middle of the floor. There she hugged her knees to her firm little breasts and smiled again. "You looked so sad at dinner . . . I thought I'd come and cheer you up!"
Judy looked at her grandfather lovingly, her eyes mirroring the admiration that she had always felt for him ever since she had been a tiny tot. And now that she was growing up, she thought him the kindest, handsomest man in the world . . . certainly the youngest and best looking grand-father in existence. She was proud of him . . . it seemed some kind of honor to have him as her grand-father . . . and now that he had come to live with them for awhile, she could hardly contain her excitement.
"I'll come cheer you up any time you feel sad, Grandpop!" she volunteered, earnestly.
Tom began to rummage through the closet, looking for some pajamas to put on, but he knew that they were already put away in the drawer of the dresser, and that was on the other side of the room. He decided finally just to remain where he was until she had gone, which he hoped would be soon. There was something embarrassing about the whole scene and he was anxious to end it.
"Well, that's very sweet of you, honey . . . " he said. "Now I think you'd better run along though, Grandpop is really tired, and what will cheer me up most is a good night's sleep right now!"
Judy jumped to her feet immediately.
"Okay Grandpop!" she cried, reaching for her cassette player. "See you in the morning!" Before she had left the room, she had turned the tape over, and the music had started again. Tom watched the creamy half-moons of her soft youthful buttocks appear and disappear beneath the short-shorts as she began to wiggle and dance her way out of the room.
* * *
The double bed was very comfortable, Tom had to admit to himself before he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. Perhaps, he thought, he would see everything in a better light in the morning . . . perhaps, that lead at the Westminster Company, the appointment with Jamison in the morning, would come through, and change everything. Tom was asleep before he could go on with his thoughts, and it was a good hour before he heard the first noises.
"Uuuuuuuungh!"
Tom turned over, folding his pillow so that the cooler portion was upmost. Then, "MMMMMMMGH UNGGGGGH!" The noise was much louder this time, and Tom opened his eyes wide in the darkness.
"What on earth was it?? ? "
The sound was unearthly and blood chilling, and Tom felt a distinct shiver racing up and down his spine.
"OH.. . OH MY GOD!"
This time there was no mistaking it. It was his daughter's voice. Marsha must be in her bedroom directly next to his . . . but what.. . ?
"OH, DENNIS . . . OH!"
Dennis stood directly above Marsha, one big hand holding each of her ankles firmly and definitely, spreading her long trim legs as far apart as he could. He was looking directly into the moistly gleaming split of her golden haired pussy, and enjoying to the fullest the humiliating position he had put her in. It made him feel really good to see her squirming like that under him, and he prolonged the semi-torture of it for moments longer. He had harshly removed her clothing a short while before, surprising himself a little by the intensity of his motions.
They had had arguments before, in fact, they had a lulu almost every week these days, usually about money, and they always ended in the same way, with Marsha writhing in ecstasy beneath the pressure of his hardened penis. This time the argument had been slightly different and had taken place in the living room after Judy had gone up to bed. Dennis was not too pleased with the prospect of having his father-in-law living with them, although he had readily consented to the suggestion when Marsha had first brought it up some weeks ago. Still, he felt a little put out about the fact that he had no definite commitment from anybody about just how long the older man would be staying.
"Why, it could turn out that he'll be staying forever!" he had blurted out earlier, during a commercial break in the "Ed Sullivan Show."
Marsha had responded with anger and later with tears, and they'd had it out about a lot of other things as well. There was always something to argue about and Dennis had gotten to use his favorite remark . . . the one that never failed to get a rise out of his lovely blonde wife . . . "I'm not made of money, you know!"
"That's obvious!" she had replied this time, and they were off again.
But now, Dennis had her just where he wanted her, and no matter who won the argument, he always won when it came time for bed.
The large round globes of her pink breasts glistened with a light film of perspiration and jiggled about upon her chest as Marsha tried to pull her legs back together, but Dennis just pulled upward a little harder, spreading her legs still further, and exposing to his eyes more and more of her naked vagina. The golden hair parted, showing the dewy split of her inner cunt, the gem-like moist interior that throbbed imperceptibly in its hidden lair. The tendons of her inner thighs were stretched taut, and Dennis could see her legs begin to tremble involuntarily from the sheer stress of the position he had her in.
"OH PLEASE, DENNIS . . . PLEASE LET ME GO!" she cried, tears of frustration starting from her eyes.
Marsha's entire body was beginning to twitch uncontrollably as once more she felt herself sinking into a daze of unbearable lust. She was losing again . . . losing something . . . of that she was sure, but just what it was she couldn't tell. It had to do with more than just the arguments, it had to do with her very self.. . her soul! And yet somehow, she wanted to lose it, wanted to give herself up completely to this man who had been her husband for so many years. It was a harsh battle within herself each time Dennis controlled her like this, and each time the battle was lost, or won, she could not tell which!
Even now, she was beginning to whimper and cry out, her face becoming a mask of desire, and as he released her legs, she realized that she voluntarily kept them spread wide apart on the bed now . . . and although her eyes were closed, her ears picked up the sound of Dennis hurriedly removing his clothing.
"Oh, God," she thought, "Oh, God!"
Then he was kneeling on the bed again, and Marsha felt herself begin to moisten more profusely down between her open thighs. Yet, she trembled with a fear that she hated to admit, because it sent tiny shivers of erotic delight racing up and down her body. Then Dennis's large hands were running hastily over her nakedness, touching her flesh as if assessing it for some market value, weighing her breasts, forcing the tiny quivering nipples into tight hard little balls, making her scream out with the mixed pain and pleasure of his twisting thumb and first finger.
Her breasts felt raw and hot and a tingling sensation spread from their large firm globes downward in a straight line along her gently curved belly, to the soft, hair sprinkled vee of her loins. She felt a weakness growing in her belly and gave a loud moan of abandoned bliss, waiting to feel her husband down there, unable to contemplate the thought that he might make her wait too long!
Dennis's mouth bent to his wife's translucent, shell-like ear, his tongue formed a neat circle of wetness inside, below, his chest weighed upon her breasts, pressing them down, and further below, he kept his fully erect penis a few inches above the temptingly spread lips of Marsha's widely exposed pussy.
"Oh, Dennis . . . oh, honey!" she cried out.. . "Do it, DO it now!"
Her husband smiled, still holding the bloated thickness of his cock away from her, but now letting his tongue trace along her cheeks, reaching her open mouth and then outlining her naturally pink lips.
"How bad do you want it!" he teased directly into her mouth. "Tell me!"
"Oh, Dennis . . . please don't make me . . .don't!"
"Come on!" he insisted, his hands now roughly manipulating her breasts, "Use the right words . . . come on!"
"I . . . I.. . " Marsha hesitated, the words sticking in her throat as they always did. Why, oh, why did he have to ask such things of her, have to make her say such things . . . ?
But she knew already that she would say them, knew by the heat at the pit of her stomach, and by the empty yearning high up inside her that she would throw away every bit of morality she had been taught as a girl and that at the time she would love doing it!"
"FUCK ME!" she cried suddenly, angrily, "YES FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD . . . FUCK ME GOOD! OH GOD I NEED YOU TO DO IT!"
In the next room, Tom listened to the clear bell-like tones of his daughter's voice. He just couldn't believe it was true that she could be saying such words.. . indeed it seemed like a horrible nightmare that he had been placed in such a position where he would hear his own daughter being made love to by her husband . . . and in such a way! Why the man was a monster! Tom felt like his blood was boiling from embarrassment and anger. He sat up and switched on the light, looking at the wall behind him, as if to see if there was something he could do to block the noise. The wall itself was a flimsy job, and as far as he was concerned, it was as though there were no wall there at all!
"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Tom jumped. In the next bedroom, Dennis's large blood-swollen cock first touched upon the petal-like lips of his wife's waiting pussy, and then surged upward into her quivering white nudity. His cock stiffened even more as it rose inside the warm wet walls of Marsha's excitedly seeping vagina, and it arched upward once inside, striking hard against the soft spongy surface high at the top of her tight pussy.
Marsha became a wild woman, her entire body responding as though she had been plugged into an electrical circuit. She ground her hips up against Dennis mindlessly, her aching cunt demanding more from his cock, forcing it to give her still more pleasure, by squeezing its roundness hard with her inner vaginal muscles.
Her legs snapped wide apart, around his lunging hips as he pulled back, and then rammed back again as hard as he could, slamming up into his wife so hard that she was buffeted upward on the bed a good three inches. His long pole disappeared high up into her silken pussy, his balls slapping with a lewd flat smacking sound against the surface of her buttocks below.
"OH YES!" Marsha screamed, "YES!! ! ! "
Tom then heard his daughter's obscene gurgles of pleasure expanding in the room. They seemed to echo loudly inside his head, and to his chagrin, he could visualize perfectly just what was happening in there, and just how his daughter looked in her moments of passion.
His fury and confusion drifted over him in waves of helplessness as he continued to r listen, fascinated now, in spite of himself. He knew that he might be able to escape the horrid sounds by getting up and going into the bath room, or even by getting dressed and leaving the house. But somehow he couldn't move, couldn't bring himself to move an inch from his bed.
"FUCK BACK! FUCK BACK!" Dennis groaned wild with the mounting tension in his swinging testicles, the rising sensations in his pistoning cock.
"OH DARLING . . . DARLING YES LIKE THAT LIKE THAT OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! OH YES I LOVE YOUR COCK LOVE IT!! ! "
Tom's mind whirled, as memories of Marsha as a little girl swam before his eyes, interspersed with the imagined visions of her writhing nakedly in sexual ecstasy beneath that brute of a husband of hers. He almost cried for the sweet innocent little girl she had once been . . . for the strict upbringing that he had given her, trying to make up for the fact that she didn't have a mother around.
What did it all mean? he wondered now as he listened to what he recognized as the beginning of his daughter's climax. What did it matter how he had raised her, or what had happened those many years ago, when now, he was a penniless, jobless, aging man, sitting in his daughter's spare room, listening to her carry on like a cat in heat, and cursing like a whore to boot!
Her taut vagina filled to the utmost, Marsha babbled a steady stream of lewd, unrecognizable words. The friction of her husband's enormous rock-hard cock was driving her wild. It felt better than it had ever felt before! And the thing about it was that every time was better than the last with Dennis! It didn't seem to matter whether they were getting along together or not, it was always fantastic in bed. Secretly, at saner moments, Marsha worried that there was something wrong about this . . . something almost immoral!
But now, no such thoughts entered her head . . . her entire soul seemed centered down between her legs. Those long legs that flailed now high in the air, the heels alternately kicking out and digging forcefully into her husband's brawny back! All that existed in the world was her already convulsing cunt, strained to the brim of orgasm . . . and his wonderful pounding cock!
Next door, Tom felt the tears streaming down his cheeks before he felt his ejaculation. It took him totally by surprise, since he hadn't been aware of having an erection, or of any sensation in the area of his groin whatsoever. Yet, it was a complete and full ejaculation, as witnessed by the wetness of his pajama bottoms, and the still tingling aftermath of his orgasm. His thoughts had been with his daughter, and he had almost seemed to feel her climax, almost known the turbulent sensations in the young woman's fleecily sucking pussy, the dizzy soaring through space to reach completion, the reaching out, the straining, and then the grasping . . . the falling back at once clutching and caught up in the somersault attainment . . . the relief amidst the star spangled bliss! And then his own cumming had interrupted his thoughts. Completely distraught, no longer listening, he jumped up and made for the bathroom.
"That I've sunk this far!" he thought, stepping into the shower. "Oh, God!"
CHAPTER 2
It was already past the time for his morning appointment. Tom knew that before even looking at the clock beside his bed. He had neglected to set the alarm the night before since he normally woke at 7:30 automatically, and had slept deeply almost as though drugged, save for one disturbing dream. In fact, he realized he would probably still be asleep if it hadn't been for that dream!
He got up hurriedly. It was 10:00 A.M. He knew that you just didn't go around missing appointments if you were really serious, and he knew that the man he was supposed to see that morning knew that too. Nevertheless, he rapidly donned his bathrobe and dashed out to the hall telephone. Perhaps he could straighten it out. Perhaps it would be alright and he could see Jamison that afternoon!
Even as he dialed, though, he knew it was down the drain, and his mind reflected despondently upon the dream.
"Ed Jamison, please!" he said as forcefully as he could, once he had reached the man's private secretary. "Tom Lansing calling!"
In the dream, little Judy had come to his room . . . she had gotten into his bed and she had . . .
"Oh, yess, Mr. Lansing . . . "
Did he already recognize that tone of voice . . . the one his secretary used to use under such circumstances?
"Mr. Jamison is in conference at the moment, but perhaps I can help you."
Her voice was so perfect, so charming, so polite, and God, how he hated her!
"It's about the appointment I had . . . "
"Oh, yes, Mr. Jamison asked me to say that you could set up another one if you like. It would have to be after the 23rd, however, Mr. Jamison will be out of town until then."
"But today's the first!" Tom blurted out, completely nettled. He remembered now just what little Judy had done to him in the dream, and how her little pussy had ground down upon his swollen prick, and how he had . . .
"Yes, but Mr. Jamison is leaving for New York tomorrow. It would have to be after the 23rd."
Her voice was final now, even betraying a hint of boredom and Tom considered how satisfying it would be to be able to punch the young woman in the mouth.
"Yes, well, then make it for the 24th if you would," he replied, "and in case I'm unable to call back later tell Mr. Jamison that I was avoidably prevented from making the appointment due to my granddaughter's illness!"
He scarcely listened as Jamison's secretary made the appointment for him, at the same time 3 weeks hence. He was appalled by his lie about little Judy, but more appalled by the stark recollection of his lascivious dream . . . as the memory of just the way Judy's tight little cunt had felt beneath his manipulating fingers, and how it had stretched wide enough . . . just barely wide enough . . .
"Thanks very much!" he heard himself saying briskly. He flung the phone down upon the receiver, realizing that the girl at the other end would feel the shock in her ear. Looking around him wildly, he was almost surprised to remember just where he was . . . in the thoroughly middle-class surroundings of his daughter's home. He knew that they had both gone out to work by now, Dennis to the garage and Marsha to the secretary job she had, and if Judy was in school, as he knew she must be, then he would have the house to himself! He was looking forward to being alone, he thought, getting up and wandering toward the kitchen. He just had to get his nerves together, or else he was headed toward a nervous breakdown! The combination of what he had overheard between his daughter and son-in-law, and the lewd aftermath, including the weird dream about Judy was quite a blow to his morale. A few minutes later when Tom sat down at the dining nook with his cup of instant coffee, he was surprised to see that his hand shook as he set the cup down.
"Hello, Grandpop!"
Tom's coffee went splashing down the front of his bathrobe as he turned to see Judy standing in the doorway. She was beaming brightly, and wearing what appeared to be the same short shorts she had worn the evening before.
"Judy . . . what are you doing here? I thought you were at school!"
"School?? Grandpop, I told you last night at dinner that school was out now.. . . This is the first day of summer vacation!"
"Oh . . . " Tom drank some of his coffee, completely unsettled by his young granddaughter's rather flamboyant stance in the doorway. She slouched casually against one side, her pelvis jutting boldly forward in the manner of magazine fashion models.
Suddenly annoyed, he asked brusquely, "Don't you have anything else to wear but those shorts?"
Judy looked surprised, but came up with an answer quickly enough. "But Grandpop! These are the latest thing . . . in London and Paris and everywhere . . . they're Hot Pants!"
"What?" Tom asked, unable to believe his ears. But something told him to hold his tongue.. . that his young granddaughter was telling the truth . . . someone actually had been imbecilic enough to launch a new fashion by that rather lewd name!
"Honest, Grandpop," she was saying, her delicate features set in an earnest expression.
"Yes . . . yes . . . fine!" Tom waved his hand impatiently . . . thinking that he was being silly, he could hardly blame an innocent little child for the dream he had had, nor for the carryings on of her parents that had kept him awake so long that he'd overslept!
"Well . . . run along and play or something," he suggested, returning to his coffee.
"I was hoping you would spend some time with me.. . mother said you would! I thought we could do things together."
Tom looked back up, his eyes roving over Judy's trim little shape and resting on that pelvis, that tiny little raised pubic mound that she continued to stick out so confidently in front of her.
"I mean, she said when you got back from appointments and stuff that you'd have time and that I should try to relax you!"
* * *
That night, Judy cuddled up against her pillow with a satisfied smile on her face. She had managed to get her grandfather to spend the entire day with her. They had strolled through the park, gone boating on the lake, had hotdogs at Greeny's and taken in a Walt Disney film. Afterward, he had brought her home just in time for supper, and she had been surprised to see how tired he was at the table. Hardly talking to anyone, just looking down at his plate like that. But when he had been with her, she recollected, hugging her pillow closer to her bud-like breasts, he had seemed to be enjoying himself. She remembered the curious expression on his face when she had climbed on his lap while they were sitting on the grass in the park. She knew that he started to tell her to get down, but then changed his mind. And while she sat there his face just kept getting redder and redder all the time! Even while she had been telling him the long involved story about a television show she had seen, she had noted his odd expression, and how he seemed not to want her to sit a certain way on his lap. Just to see what would happen she tried all the harder to sit that way, and discovered something that she considered very interesting! Something hard and rock-like protruded against her squirming buttocks when she forced herself down upon him in a certain way. She had heard in school that men's things got hard, and she supposed that that was what it was. Grandpop's thing!
The very thought of it made her go tingly all over, and she could hardly wait until the following day to further experiment with her new discovery! Her little toes curled under and she chuckled under her breath, rubbing her tiny nipples hard into the pillow until they were like little pebbles of warm brown flesh.
"What fun!" she thought!
* * *
Tom showered in his room immediately after dinner, refusing his daughter's invitation to watch television with her and Dennis in the living room. It had been all he could manage to get through dinner, after his harrowing day with little Judy, he was in no mood to look his son-in-law in the face after he'd heard what he had the night before! And as for his daughter Marsha . . . he was heartsick each time he recalled her lewd words, her obvious enjoyment of his son-in-law's animal style lovemaking! Everything was just going from bad to worse, he thought. But once in the shower, feeling the stimulation of the sharp needlepoints of water, Tom tried to get his thoughts together. Tomorrow would be different, he told himself. Tomorrow he had another appointment, which he would be sure to make, it was with a man who had once told him long ago that he would be interested at any time in using his services for his firm. He had spoken with the man on the phone and he had said to come by his office and that they would talk about it. Tom realized that Bud Richards had been entirely noncommittal with him on the phone, although very friendly, but still, he remembered the force of the man's words, several months ago, when standing in his office at Black-well and Gayle, the other man had said, "Any time you want to come over to Hunt and Cross, Tom, you know you've got a job!"
The memory was reassuring, and the words seemed to play over and over in his mind, blocking out all the unpleasantness he had spinning around in there . . . his humiliating afternoon with Judy, that scene with her on his lap in the park! God, he'd just gotten her off just in time!
But tomorrow he'd see Bud Richards, and perhaps he'd be able to get out of this house that he was beginning to hate by the end of the week!
He lay back the covers, and slid underneath. God, it felt good to be lying down!
* * *
Marsha followed Dennis into the bedroom, she really felt contrite about what she had said to her husband in the living room. But at the time she had been very upset. Now, she felt less so, but worried about just how Dennis would take it out on her. She knew that he wouldn't forgive her calling him a "creep" and a "dirty insensitive creep" at that.. . easily. She had seen him stiffen at the words, as though she had actually cursed at him, and somehow she'd realized that the words had struck some sensitive spot inside him and really hurt! Well, good! she'd thought at the moment, but now she wasn't so sure. True enough she was already weary at the prospect of his complaining about her father being there night after night, and he was capable of just that, she knew. Somehow her husband could always make a bad situation worse!
She went right away into the bathroom, and when she came out she was wearing a yellow robe that made her deep blue eyes seem almost green, and brought out the vivid gold color of her hair. She had brushed it hard, and it looked like spun gold, clinging to her shoulders, and bouncing a little as she walked. She noted that Dennis was already in bed. Only the top of his dark head was visible. She knew he hadn't taken a shower in a couple of days, and perhaps that was why the "dirty" had stunned him so. She knew he had a thing about too much cleanliness, and the few times she had tried to suggest he use a deodorant, she had been almost violently rebuffed.
"What's wrong with a real man's smell," he had asked her, his eyes wide with fury. "What do you think you're in a tv commercial or something? And tonight, she had realized that her words had probably reminded him of the difference in their backgrounds. It seemed that he would never forgive her for having had a year of college!
Hoping that Dennis was asleep, she removed her yellow robe and clad in a short nylon gown of the same color, slipped into bed beside him.
"Poor Dad," she thought, as she stretched her feet down toward the coolest part of the bed. "He looks like a fish out of water!"
Marsha had just completed this thought when she realized that Dennis was not asleep. She wasn't quite sure just how she knew this, but a second later he reached for her, roughly grabbing hold of her arm.
"How's your little high-class cunt tonight?" he asked in a low tone. Marsha felt chilled. Couldn't they just once make love like other people? Couldn't it be nice and sweet.. . couldn't he ever tell her that he loved her?
She gave a little squeal as suddenly she felt his other hand invading the area of her hips. His fingers moved rapidly sideways, scuttling like a crab, she thought distastefully, and she resisted an urge to pull away from him, knowing that this would anger him and make things more unpleasant than they already were.
In the next room, Tom heard his daughter's sounds, and knew that he would get little sleep that night.
"Dennis! Why must you always . . . ! EEEEeeeee!"
Tom hopped out of bed, outraged at the whole thing. He began pacing up and down the small area of his room.
Sound after lewd sound poured from the next room, and then there were silences. Tom didn't know just which were worse, the noises or the silences! And he realized that his eyes were glued anxiously upon the connecting door between the two rooms.
"Was he going to do it?" he wondered.
He knew that he could not . . . indeed, must not do it! And yet, during one of the more lengthy, maddening silences, he did. At the end of his pacing, he kneeled down beside the door, and placed his eye to the keyhole. Peering in, at first he thought that he could see nothing, and he was almost relieved, but then as his eyes adjusted, he could make out the shapes of his daughter and son-in-law on the bed, directly across from the door. In fact, the image became clearer as his sleepy eyes adjusted to the unusual angle of the tiny hole, and Tom sucked in his breath at what he made out.
The small lamp beside their bed, illuminated their actions . . . they were moving slowly, almost as if in slow motion. Marsha was lying spread out upon the bed, her short nightgown up around her neck, revealing the complete beautiful nakedness of her body.
"Jesus!" Tom had not seen his little girl stripped since she was about 9 years old. He had no idea that she had come to look like that! Dennis's hands were roving all over her nakedness, slipping down to rub at her full, sensuous buttocks. Marsha lay with a pained expression on her face. It seemed so obscene that he wouldn't even turn out the light when he made love to her! Even though there was no one to see, she felt horribly exposed. A long sigh shook her body as Dennis exhibited his hold over her.
"You see . . . I can make you do anything I want!! " he taunted down at her nakedness.
Tom thought he might barge into the room and punch him in the nose, but he watched with growing concern as Dennis took Marsha's hand in his and moved it down between their bodies. He moved over her then, and forced her fingers to encounter his thickly swollen cock, making them instantly sticky from the lubricating fluids that seeped from the huge glistening head.
"Move your hand!" he hissed at her through clenched teeth, and slowly, Marsha began to stroke up and down, pulling down on the thick foreskin and then back up.
"Why do you want to humiliate me like this? ? ? " she asked, tiny tears wetting her eyes.
"Because you need it!" he replied, "any real wife would be begging to touch her husband's cock, but not you . . . you're too prissy!"
Marsha closed her eyes and felt more familiar tears of bitterness slip from between her lids. For some reason, she thought of her father, who was sleeping right there in the next room, and what Daddy would think if he knew the things that she was doing. Even though she was a grown woman, she still recalled the things he had taught her about respecting her body, and being a good girl . . . about being pure. Why couldn't she have remained a little girl, she thought, now instead of having to go through all these mixed emotions . . . the pleasure that was not pleasure really but a kind of subtle torture, that she would deny herself afterward!
Was all this really happening, Tom wondered? His flesh crawling with an excitement that he could not control. Straining his eyes, he tried, in spite of a warning voice in his ear, to see more of his young daughter's body.
Dennis was running his fingers over her breasts again, while she made long up and down motions with her hand on his enormous penis. From time to time he would make a movement over her with his hips so that his big cock slid through her hands and landed upon the pale flesh of her trembling belly. Leaning forward he kissed her wetly on the lips, and Tom could hear the sound of his tongue moving about, lashing at his daughter's tongue. He watched breathlessly as Marsha, his own darling little girl who once had big Shirley Temple curls down to her hips, seemed to melt beneath the pressure of her husband's body, and then Dennis began to move down on the bed, first burying his face in her breasts, wagging his head back and forth between the warm melon-like orbs, biting into the tenderness of the rubbery tipped nipples until Marsha groaned from the pain. But, Tom could tell, his daughter's faint sounds of protest was twinged with the raucous tones of desire.
"Oh, Dennis, Dennis . . . " she muttered. She was moving her hips up a little bit now while his head dropped lower and lower, until it rested upon the gently rounded plane of her stomach. She could feel the stubble of his beard against her flesh, and she was thrilled by it. She felt faint, as though her breath was not coming right.
"OOOOOooooh!" she crooned, and then her husband's mouth was at the soft silk blonde of her pussy. There was a brief pause and then his tongue licked at the softly resisting hairs until it found the smooth wet split inside, and wormed its tip teasingly up into it.
Tom felt his knees shaking, and he thought for a moment that they were going to give way. He no longer bothered to deny to himself the existence of his erection, it was just a part of the nightmare he was in . . . no more explainable than the very fact that he was spying through a keyhole at his married daughter getting ready to be fucked silly by her husband.
There was a high plaintive wail as Marsha felt the warmth of her husband's lips closing around the tip of her clitoris. He pulled his head back, bringing the tiny bit of flesh along with him until it slipped back with a small obscene snapping noise.
"I'm gonna suck your snooty little pussy good!" he mumbled. "Suck it dry!"
Marsha shivered and groaned and then, straining her body up to Dennis's mouth, and arching her back, she declared, "Well, do it . . . oh God, do it and get it over . . . suck me, suck me!! ! ! "
Next the sound of wet flesh attached to wet flesh filled the air and drifted through to Tom's burning ears. Dennis's mouth was firmly attached to his daughter's lewdly tormented cunt! The hungry wet sucking noises were terrible!
His head worked furiously back and forth, the tip of his tongue slipping about with hotly teasing back and forth and circular movements, pushing the furrowed inner flesh about, nudging the heated tissues, while his fingers slid upward into her seething vagina, squirming them around high up into her womb. Marsha writhed and revolved her hips furiously, completely out of her mind with lust. The wild sensation building like wildfire in her groin was delicious, and with each motion of her husband's tongue or his finger, she felt herself growing nearer to the brink of bliss.
"AAAAAAAh!" she panted, "AH! AH! . . . Oh don't stop now . . . OooHHHHH! Darling, Darling!! ! ! ! The unbearable feelings all rushed in on her, and everything in her body conspired to bring her to a stupendous nerve-racking orgasm. She felt herself being lifted into another sphere as the sweet feelings expanded throughout her body.
"OOOOOOOOOH OH . . . OH!"
Tom's cock thickened in his hand. He had only touched it moments ago when it became impossible not to. And now, he pulled his foreskin all the way back, revealing the burning knob of his blood-filled organ. He had removed his eye from the keyhole now, wanting to see no more for the moment, and head bent slightly back, eyes closed, lips parted so that his teeth were bared like the fangs of a wolf, he lovingly and knowingly caressed his own now consciously throbbing prick.
Tom knew that the two nakedly locked figures in the other room would be tossing around on the bed for a long while. He knew as he manipulated his thick cock, making it harder and harder with each further stroke, that the smooth wet folds of his daughter's vaginal walls would be squeezed tightly around every inch of her husband's long ejaculating penis more than once that night! His orgasm started with a crazy spiraling from his balls along the length of his cock, and then the thick white liquid jets spurted unhindered in front of him, splashing against the connecting door as the forbidden nature of his lust overwhelmed him, flooding him with unprecedented and undeniable pleasure.
CHAPTER 3
"You look just gorgeous, Jud!" Judy-smiled at herself in the living room mirror, examining the snug cut of her bright blue "hot pants" . . . she had about six pairs, and she had never worn this particular color before.
"Grandpop should like 'em," she thought, surmising that in spite of her grandfather's grumpiness, he found her shorts attractive. She was beginning to get used to adults saying one thing and meaning another, and it seemed that this phenomenon was occurring more and more as she got older. She was proud to consider herself able to turn such things to her advantage whenever possible. It was a little like a war, she felt, and it took every bit of her wits to keep on top of things . . . after all, if she didn't, who would? She was a self-appointed guardian of justice for twelve-year-olds!
She turned about once more, examining the tight crack of material that slipped sensuously up between her firm young buttocks. Her long legs seemed to be filling out, she thought hopefully. Each day she faithfully did her leg exercises so that the slender calves would take on more character, and it looked as if they were paying off! And as for her breasts, she thought, thrusting them out, and looking at their profile beneath the tightly clinging jersey blouse . . . well, they were coming along just fine! She picked up one of her fashion-youth magazines and carried it to the sofa by the window in the living room. That way she would be able to see Grandpop when he came home, and she could run to meet him!
"So you see how the situation is right now. We're suffering too! Hard hit, to tell the truth. I've got a board meeting this afternoon that I'm not looking forward to, I can tell you that!"
Tom sat bleary eyed across from Bud Richards. The older man had made his point, and now Tom was ready to leave, but he had to sit the few more moments that were considered polite, even though it was clear that there was no job for him there.. . . Bud hadn't even said, "maybe later!"
As a few moments later, he finally shook hands with his old business acquaintance, Tom realized that his next stop was the unemployment office. He had been putting it off, but now there was no way to do so any longer. Even though he was dead tired and deeply depressed by his nighttime activities, he forced himself to go by the local unemployment office.
They were not encouraging, nor were they terribly friendly, and Tom knew for the first time the humiliation of asking the state for money. It was similar to asking anyone for money, except all of the noxious elements were considerably heightened, and it seemed by all concerned a foregone conclusion that one's self respect had long since been left by the wayside. When he finally left, after standing in three lines and sitting on countless benches waiting for his number, or his alphabetical letter to be called, Tom could only recall the endless expressions of hostility on the faces of those asking, and the sometimes subtle and sometimes blatant expressions of disdain on those who were handing it out.
Sad and defeated, he returned to the house in the early afternoon. He was no longer able to tell himself that the next day would be better!
"Grandpop! Grandpop!" Judy's voice reached him halfway down the block. The suburban California town was peaceful around him, all the houses on the street seemed calm and orderly, and the only other sounds that Tom was suddenly made aware of, besides his granddaughter's voice was the faint noise of someone's power motor and the wild chirping of the summer birds. All of them cheering in themselves, but to Tom, under the circumstances they all seemed to be signaling some kind of doom. Especially Judy's light bird-like tones, as she arrived at full gallop, running into him hard, and embarrassing him in a savage hug of joy.
"You're home.. . ! You were gone so long . . . and it's such a bore at the house.. . . " After he had disentangled himself from her hug, she gaily took his arm and led him along the rest of the way to the house.
Once inside, she insisted he sit down upon the sofa. She recognized his fatigue, from the times before her mother went back to work, and her father still worked regular mechanic's hours before getting the loan that enabled him to start his own garage. He would often come home exhausted, and her mother had let it be known that it was their job to make him feel better. Her work was clearly cut out for her now! She observed her usually dapper looking grandfather sagging on the sofa, looking gray-faced and twice his age, and tried to think of something.
The answer came. She ran into the kitchen and began to make him a drink. She didn't know quite what the proportions should be, but she knew that the whole idea was that it should definitely not be too weak! So she poured a heavy portion of gin into a tall water glass, and then added some of the orange juice that was in the refrigerator.
Satisfied, she took the tall frosty glass out to him, and stood by watching with her hands clasped behind her back. Tom took the glass gratefully but unaware that it contained anything stronger than orange juice. It was fortunate that he had already loosened his collar, otherwise he might have strangled when the gin hit his empty stomach like a ton of bricks.
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME, CHILD!" he bellowed, after he recovered his voice.
"I . . . I just thought you might like a drink . . . the way Daddy does when he's tired."
Tom regretted his moment of fury. After all, the girl was not to blame for his misfortunes, and she was trying to help! He settled back on the sofa, and took another, shorter sip of the potent drink.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey . . . I guess I do need something to pick me up. Thanks sweetheart!"
He took another sip under Judy's watchful eyes, and then lay his head back and gazed up at the ceiling, sighing deeply and listening to the comfortable sound of the ice tinkling in his glass as he absent-mindedly shook it back and forth.
Judy tip-toed around the room pulling the Venetian blinds half shut so that the room was sheltered from the strong afternoon rays of the sun.
Then she went to her room and brought out her cassette and a pile of tapes, putting one in as soon as she returned to the living room. Soft music filled the air, but deceptively soft, for underneath the light tone a sensuous build-up of jungle drum rhythms played in and out, mounting bit by bit as the orchestration continued.
Tom was feeling no pain. He felt good, in fact, though still tired. The drink in his hand was all but empty, and he was marveling at the power of something as simple as alcohol to change a man's point of view. When suddenly he felt his glass being withdrawn and another being pressed into his palm, he couldn't think of a reason why he should protest. He deserved to get bombed for chrissakes! And if little Judy wanted to help him, so much the better!
The second drink tasted even better than the first, and Tom drank it down faster, humming to himself a little as the music began to invade his psyche with its insidious beat.
When Judy hopped upon his lap, he was startled, but felt he was entirely able to handle the situation. There was no situation he felt he couldn't handle at the moment!
"Feel better, Grandpop?? " Judy asked, squirming her soft young buttocks around to make herself comfortable on his knees. Tom managed to smile at her easily.
"Much . . . much, much better! Thanks to you, young lady!"
He noticed as he spoke to her that her face was very close to his. He could smell the peculiar odor of the Tangee natural lipstick that she used, and the sweet scent of her hair. Judy tossed her head and it went flying across his face, trailing its scent and what seemed to be a zillion sparks of sensation with it.
"Can I have some!? " she asked, pointing to the half-empty glass. Without waiting for an answer, she lifted the glass from his unresisting fingers, and took a gulp from it. Coughing, she placed it back in his hand.
"Ugh!" Just wanted to see if it still tasted so icky!"
Tom was conscious of nothing at the moment, but the thick bulge in his pants, where his hard cock stiffened upward toward the pressing young buttocks that squirmed over his knees.
"She's your own granddaughter I" a warning voice suddenly whispered in his head. "SHE'S ONLY 12 YEARS OLD!"
But Judy seemed determined to make him forget those two pertinent facts, and just as he was about to confusedly oust her from his knees, Tom felt her soft warm bottom finally find just the right groove, sliding just over the hardness of his cock's head, as one of her arms slid around his neck, and she breathed into his ear.
"Do you like the music, Grandpop? It's Mongo Santamarie.. . . " Tom noticed the music was getting louder and wilder by the second. Somehow it was preventing him from thinking clearly, especially since Judy had started to bounce about on top of his full to bursting point prick in time to the crazy rhythms coming from the machine.
Looking down, Tom noticed that he could see her little breasts bouncing right close to his chest beneath the thin cover of her top, and the crotch of her shorts was almost invisible, so high had it risen during her motions. It occurred to him that her bottom must be almost completely bare upon his fully clothed loins, and this thought caused his already sorely put upon penis to bound violently upward against the tenderness of her almost naked little vagina.
Quickly, he downed the rest of the drink, and felt a moment of dizzying uncertainty as it slid smoothly down his throat. His mouth felt dry anyway, like there was cotton in it, and there was this funny ringing in his ears just a tone below that of the blaring music.
The cool white sheaths of Judy's legs attracted his eyes like magnets, and Judy realizing this, gently removed the empty glass from her grandfather's hand and placed it on the flat arm of the sofa. Almost automatically, Tom's hand fell down to the smooth plane of her thigh, and Judy squealing, declared, "Oh, it's so cold . . . from the ice!"
The sound of her squeal was familiar, oh, so familiar to him! Sitting there in a semi-stupor, he could remember in alarming detail all the little girls who had squealed at him like that when he'd been a young boy . . . and later on, all the ladies . . . that squealed was universal, and he had come to know that it meant one thing. His hand felt hot and itchy on his little granddaughter's leg, and he was acutely aware of its placement, just there halfway up her luscious little thigh, while she continued shifting her buttocks so that eventually the tip of his cock was fitted snugly right up under her legs, so that it was actually coming into contact with the small lips of her tight young cunt, only a thin bit of flimsy fabric away.
It was just too much to take! Without realizing it even, his other hand encircled Judy's small waist, pulling her closer to him, as the hand upon her thigh moved almost imperceptibly higher. He could not believe the intensity of the erotic charge that was racing through him!! The creamy white flesh glided beneath his fingers as though he were smoothing them over water, and now he could feel the point of her breasts pushing into his chest as she breathed heavily against him, chanting all along the strange words to the music.
"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, "it feels so good and warm being close to you Grandpop! Doesn't it feel good!? "
Her face was so close, her lips . . . right there . . . just a motion, a matter of centimeters.. . . Then it happened. He didn't know then or later who had kissed whom . . . their lips pressed tight together in a kiss that literally shocked him . . . like an electric jolt, and then his tongue was moving quickly and freely into her mouth. He could feel her react with some surprise, but it hardly mattered now. Nothing much mattered really . . . only what was happening, only what he felt he had to do, no matter what! It was wrong . . . he knew just how wrong! But that didn't matter either. Her delicious little buttocks ground down a little harder now, and then back and forth a little, and he knew that she was responding to his kiss with astonishing fervor for one so young!
"OH!" Judy sighed, thinking, oh, God, how wonderful! His thing is all hard down there . . . I can feel it . . . the exact outline rubbing against me.. . . Oh, just so! MMMMMMm! Grandpop was so wonderful, holding her so strong and tight against him, making her feel such incredible things! His mouth tasted of gin and orange juice and sweetly she sucked upon his tongue, tasting the strange new sensations welling up inside her. She was beginning to feel distinctly moist between her legs. She had the feeling that her shorts were very wet at the crotch, and she felt a way down there that she had never quite felt before . . . it was a little aching to the self-excitement she knew when in bed at night she would touch herself, but much much more intense . . . much more heavenly!! !
Tom knew, because Judy did everything in her power to let him know, without actually saying it.. . that she wanted him to touch her right there!
His searching hand reached almost mechanically underneath her slightly spread thighs, sliding up to the bared area of her buttocks, finding the skin hot, almost too hot to touch . . . but continuing, sneaking one finger down into the soft yielding crevice, inserting it ever so slowly and deliberately under the wet material of her "hot pants", and suddenly reaching an area of even greater unbelievable wetness and slipperiness . . . the satiny nest of her pussy!! ! Tiny cunt hairs that he knew were a light gold in color grew sparsely along the puffy little mound that he now touched with his middle finger. He felt her tremble, a ripple of feeling running through her, as she pressed still closer to him, locking her mouth almost desperately to his as though begging him to continue. She whimpered into his mouth as the soft tight flanges of her pussy suddenly throbbed and flared wide to accept his intimate touches. She had never known such joy!! She began to shift her body to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was receiving, feeling not only her grandfather's teasing middle finger insinuated into her hotly receiving cuntal slit, but the smoothly pulsating head of his cock making itself felt in the cleft of her behind, trembling and bucking against her with each new move she made!!
"OH GRANDPOP!" she finally cried, feeling his finger flick for the first time up at the button of her clitoris, flick and rub, flick and rub! It was incredible! The tiny little organ responded hungrily to his teasing manipulation, and Judy could no longer contain herself.
"OH DON'T STOP!" she wailed. "DON'T EVER STOP!" Her little pussy felt ravenous and she felt an insane kind of desire welling up in her . . . a desire that went beyond the things that her grandfather could do to her with his finger! She could feel the big rod of his cock right there . . . and it seemed as though she would love to feel that up against her naked flesh too!
Tom murmured into Judy's hair, perspiration dripping from his forehead, his eyes closed, the better to feel the delicate wondrous little cunt beneath his touch.
"OH baby, oh, honey . . . oh, your sweet little pussy! Oh, what a sweet little pussy!"
His alcohol fogged brain reeled with the full impact of his desire for his own granddaughter! There was no way in which he could fully comprehend what was happening. At the moment he was only a man . . . any man, and although the child on his knees was young.. . only 12 years old, she was more than a woman to his loving fingers!
"Good God.. ! " he gasped. "OH sweet heaven!"
He looked into the beautiful young desire-racked face before him, and on that face he saw the eternal woman . . . and then he realized that she bore a striking resemblance to someone . . . who was it? ? ?
"MARSHA!" he called out his daughter's name as though she had walked into the room, for that instant the enormity of his actions hit him full blast. This was his own little daughter's child!
If he had been able to, he would have stopped everything at that moment, but as soon as he called her mother's name, Judy began to quiver all over. Her eyes rolled skyward, and she clung tremulously to him, grinding herself down hard onto his invading middle finger, forcing it to rub all the places in her secret little pussy that she wanted rubbed at that moment.
"OOOAAA AAAAA! AAAAA!! ! ! ! GRANDPOP! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING . . . SOMETHING WONDERFUL SOMETHING . . . AAAAAAH OOOOOoooohhhhhhhhh!" A gigantic shudder raced through her and the enormous pleasure seeping through her helplessly aroused baby cunt held her in its grip. She was experiencing her very first orgasm, and it shattered within her, breaking into a trillion little bits. Myriads of stars rose and set in a black glistening sky that contained her universe. She held onto her grandfather for dear life . . . her only hold left on reality as she journeyed wildly through the blissful weightless space.
Outside there was the noise of a car pulling into the driveway. Both Judy and her grandfather heard it at the same moment.
"Your mother!" Tom said, echoing his earlier exclamation.
Judy leapt from his lap, instantly recovered from her experience. Giving her grandfather one last fervent kiss, she fled from the room, only to pause at the door.
"I'll see you tonight.. . alright?"
Tom stared speechlessly at the little girl. He opened his mouth to speak, and simultaneously there was the sound of a key in the lock of the front door. Judy disappeared.
"Why hello, Dad! What are you doing sitting here with the blinds closed . . . ? Don't you want some lights on?"
Tom covered the seeping wet of his trousers with a magazine and sat perfectly still, waiting for his daughter to leave the room before getting up himself.
"Uh . . . just resting my eyes a bit . . . just resting.. . ! " he muttered in a strained voice.
CHAPTER 4
"Funny, I don't feel sleepy at all!" Marsha lay in bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the distant shadowy recesses of the ceiling. Dennis was still at the garage and had called earlier to tell her that he expected to be there for some time, going over the books with the accountant. It felt strange going to bed without him, she realized, although most of their nights were fraught with anxiety caused by some silly argument, and her anticipation of Dennis's reaction. Then of course later, it was a different story! She blushed to herself now, thinking of what had taken place the night before . . . how her husband's tongue had wormed up into her down there between her thighs and made her feel the most wonderful things. Why then, did she always fight him so . . . why did she always think beforehand that she didn't want to? It was somehow easier now that he wasn't beside her to admit to herself that she enjoyed his lovemaking tremendously. She had just read an article earlier at work in a woman's magazine about how many women couldn't admit their own pleasure to themselves. There had been suggestions in it on how to get over this, and Marsha hoped that she would be able to benefit from them. The main thing the article had stressed was that there was nothing wrong with sex . . . therefore, nothing wrong with enjoying it . . . especially if you were man and wife! Heavens, she'd thought she'd been married to Dennis for almost thirteen years now, and she was just getting around to this! All these years she had really been ashamed of her voluptuous body . . . she recalled trying to hide her newly formed breasts for years at the strict boarding school her father had sent her to, until finally someone had convinced her that there was nothing evil about having big breasts!
When she had first met Dennis, he had seemed to like her innocence and what he used to call her shyness. But recently, especially during the last year, he had become more and more brutal. She just had to do something about it, she realized, and soon otherwise she would end up having no relationship with her husband at all! Her marriage and her child, beautiful little Judy, were too important to her to let that happen!
Marsha continued to lie staring into the dark for some time, and then troubled by her thoughts and a growing awareness of a certain nervousness in her body, she got up and switched on the light. Donning her yellow robe, she decided she would try to read something. She went to the small bookshelf that usually remained untouched in the corner of the bedroom. How long had it been since she'd read a book?
She rummaged through the books, unable to decide what to read . . . what she really wanted was something light and entertaining, like television . . . something that would soothe her, and make her able to sleep. What she found was something she had never seen before . . . an odd-looking paperback that looked quite old, and for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, very interesting. She took it out and rifled through the pages, and realized after a few seconds that it was an adult book! What was it doing in her house? Obviously Dennis had brought it in and had hidden it in the bookshelf. The idea that he would read such things!!
Indignantly she flung herself down into the chair opposite the bed, and began to thumb casually through the pages. Before many moments had passed, she had calmed down somewhat. Actually, the book wasn't that bad at all. It was about a young woman who had problems that were somewhat similar to hers, in fact! She recalled the advice of the ladies' magazine she'd read and tried to keep an open mind. So what if the novel was a little spicy in places! She was an adult and should be able to read whatever she wanted to, shouldn't she? After a while, she was actually enjoying the book. She had gone back to the beginning, having gotten interested in the plot, and was reading it from the start.
"Robert slowly and teasingly undid the buttons at the front of her dress and put his hands inside," she read. "He could feel her trembling slightly, and when he touched her, she uttered a low groan." Marsha scooted down a bit further in the chair and turned the page. Her own breasts felt so full! She loosened her robe a bit and read on.
"He reached behind her and undid her bra so that the smoothly rounded orbs were freed to his fervent touch." Marsha felt a little out of breath just reading about such things! She wished that Dennis would come home soon . . . perhaps she would even be the one to initiate the lovemaking tonight! Impatiently, she turned a few pages ahead and read, "What he was doing hurt Connie briefly from time to time, but then he would do something else that would completely unsettle her so that she could hardly bear the pleasure. She had heard of people who could cum like that just by having their breasts sucked!"
Marsha's own well-manicured fingers slipped almost unconsciously within the opening at the top of her robe and tentatively, she searched for her tingling nipples. She felt a slowly growing arousal by what she was reading, and as her fingers encompassed the tip of her erect nipple, she rolled it about between thumb and forefinger for a few minutes, breathing heavily, as a delicious sensation spread from the rigid little protrusions outward to the large warm globes of flesh, and then downward toward her moistened lower belly. She turned another page and started reading in the middle, "She screwed herself down so that his fingers could push far far up into her satiny vagina, squealing when he reached the raging sensitivity of her cervix. She kicked off her shoes . . . " Marsha knew that she couldn't continue to sit there like that. It was impossible. Jumping up, she glanced at her wrist-watch and decided that Dennis wouldn't be home for hours. Perhaps if she lay down a few minutes, this overheated feeling would go away. But she took the book in with her. She hadn't really admitted to herself what she was going to do . . . but as she removed her robe and then her nightgown, she felt a wonderful dreamy kind of mood take hold of her. This was an unfamiliar ritual to her, but one which came easily. Picking up the book again with one hand, she read a random selection, while her other hand began to explore the nakedly smooth territory of her hips and thighs.
" 'Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it baby,' he whispered, slipping his hand up still further into the pulsating warmth of her vaginal canal. She arched herself up and the sliding fingers in her vagina sent a shock wave of pleasure up into her belly . . . a pleasure so great that all of her inner cunt muscles contracted violently . . . "
Slowly, Marsha's hand had found the soft folds of flesh lost within the now moistened little curls of her pubic hair. Her middle finger sought out the throbbing little bud of her clitoris. There, it lingered slipping back and forth with a delightful friction over the tiny trembling organ. Her heart was beating wildly, as she gently put the book down on the bed beside her and parted her legs a little bit more. She sighed as the wonderful feeling rushed up through her softly quivering vaginal mound sweeping her entire body with a sensation of acute desire. Little low moans came from her lips as she closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her own fingers. Pressure built in her loins as the tension mounted and her fingers agilely moved within the soft, impatiently waiting tissues of her pussy. Soon she was using both hands, and furiously her ten fingers moved up and down, back and forth . . . two of them entering and teasing hotly at her tight sheathed vagina. The softly yielding walls of her cunt grew hotter still as she groaned and twisted her body back and forth raising and lowering her luscious rounded hips to meet her own demands. Tongue flicking out to lick the corner of her wide open mouth, she sucked in her breath as she thought of the girl in the book and her trembling loins seemed about to reach the breaking point. She expelled her breath harshly and slowed her finger fucking a bit, then began again, letting the pressure mount bit by bit. Her full rounded breasts danced upon her writhing chest, as on and on she went, until suddenly and without warning her orgasm began, bursting forward like a dammed-up mountain stream, flooding her with shattering emotion, ripping hotly rising spasms of pleasure throughout her straining body.
Finally she lay back, exhausted, her lust satisfied in some small measure, but as she drifted into a deep sleep she found herself once more wishing that Dennis would come home shortly.
* * *
Next door, in his bedroom, Tom slept soundly for the first time since he had come to his daughter's home. He had taken two sleeping pills, which he knew would knock him out immediately, thus preventing him from hearing any further sounds from Dennis and Marsha's room, as well as protecting him from the temptation of his granddaughter Judy's coming to his door. He had double locked it, just to be sure, and then hidden under the covers, feeling a little like a criminal in hiding. But he knew that he was hiding more from himself than from anyone else!
Judy knocked softly at her grandfather's door a little past midnight. But when there was no answer, and trying the door she found it locked, she returned hastily to her room, afraid she might be caught in the hall by her father returning home late that night, or that her mother might overhear her knocking.
Once back in her room, she once more lay trembling naked upon her bed, letting her body recreate the wonder it had felt earlier. All she had to do was think about it and it was almost as good as having it happen again.
What else, she wondered, could she get Grandpop to do to her? What other wonderful things did he know about? With her own inexpert fingers, she tentatively explored the path already traced by his lasciviously exciting fingers, moving along her small white body with slow and exacting touches, relearning her small pink breasts, her young slender thighs, her sprouting pubic mound, the inner cleft of her little cunt. It was all new . . . all changed now that Grandpop had touched her down there! And God, how she loved it!
CHAPTER 5
Tom returned to the house late, as he had for the past few days, staying out until he knew that his daughter Marsha would be home and that he would have no time at all alone with little Judy. The first day he had tried to go job hunting, but had been given the runaround so many times that he spent the second day in a bar . . . and the third and the fourth. Normally, he wasn't much of a drinker, but the dark soothing atmosphere of the tavern he found not too far from his daughter's house, was so consoling and so pleasant, that he was usually nicely looped by the time he got back. He had even gotten on pretty friendly terms with Toby, the bartender, and as he approached the house this evening, Tom was thinking about something the man had said.. . . "I've seen 'em come and go. You know this place gets to be a kind of home away from home for a lot of guys! Take you, for example.. . now you don't look the type, if you'll pardon my saying so, but I know you've got some kind of big problem . . . right? I mean, other than the job bit.. . right? You get to be a kind of psychologist, the longer you stand behind a bar, the more you know!"
Tom had gotten pretty nervous, for a moment, supposing that Toby might be able to guess the nature of his problem! But that was ridiculous, he told himself, and he just downed his last drink for the day, smiled at Toby and told him, yes, he guessed he was right.. . and that he'd see him tomorrow.
"See him tomorrow!" Tom thought climbing the front steps. "Am I turning into some kind of barfly?"
He could see that he was really late today . . . Dennis was already home, and he could smell dinner being prepared in the kitchen as he let himself in. Usually he tried to go right to his room, he hadn't eaten a meal with the family since that day with Judy, and he had his sleeping pills to get him through the nights. But now as he tried to slip down the corridor unnoticed, he heard Dennis call his name.
"Hey . . . Tom . . . come on out and have a drink . . . dinner's gonna be real special tonight, you wouldn't want to miss it!" Dennis looked after the older man, and stood waiting for him to come into the living room.
"God, he looks a wreck!" Dennis thought. "He can't have been looking for a job like that! And I could swear he's been drinking!"
Tom realized that he would have to face them that night if he wanted any peace at all. Gathering up what courage he had, he accepted Dennis's offer of a drink, and soon the two men were in the midst of a conversation about politics, while Marsha busied herself in the kitchen.
"They say it's not a recession, though," Dennis said.
"Well, I'd like to know what 'they' call it if it's not!" Tom replied indignantly, gulping down the gin and tonic with a loud noise. God, he thought, if anybody was qualified to talk about the recession, he was and not this oaf of a son-in-law of his!
Just then Judy popped her head in the door.
"Grandpop!" she squealed, making Tom almost drop his glass. "Oh . . . you're going to have dinner with us tonight, aren't you!! ? ? " she bounced into the room, and kissed Tom on the cheek, giving him a knowing look that made him feel like going through the floor. What if her father should find out? Or her mother for that matter?
Dinner was a nightmare, and although Tom could tell that for some reason, Marsha had gone out of her way to prepare a special menu, he couldn't bring himself to eat very much of it.
"It's a French recipe!" Marsha said, carefully spooning the cream sauce across the thick chunks of veal that she had put on everyone's plate. "Blanquette de Veau," Marsha continued.
Underneath the table, the point of Judy's toe reached out across to her grandfather's leg. By slipping down a little in her chair, she could just manage to touch it, being careful of course not to encounter either of her parents' legs. She was aware of what she was up to, having thought everything out quite carefully. It would be considered "bad" if anyone else knew about it, she knew, but as far as she was concerned, anything that felt that good, couldn't be all bad!
It was another one of those adult conspiracies, she was sure, and she intended to use Grandpop . . . the only adult who had ever broken through the barrier of lies and silence to meet her as one person to another, flesh to flesh . . . to further what she considered her real education. That stuff they taught in school, she had decided long ago, had very little relation to real life.
Tom felt his face growing purplish, and to try and hide his acute discomfort, he downed more and more of the heady white wine Marsha had served with the dinner. Across from him, he could tell that Dennis was eyeing him suspiciously.
In spite of Marsha's efforts to keep up a conversation, it was hard going, and there were long silences, during which both Tom and Dennis gulped down their wine.
Dennis got up to get another bottle. He hated these special dinners that Marsha prepared every now and then . . . always something with a imagine name that he was supposed to oh and ah over. Even though he always enjoyed them, he didn't like to admit it, and now for some reason he couldn't quite figure out, he was really pissed off. Something about his father-in-law acting so peculiar, and little Judy too, was acting like she had something up her sleeve. He didn't like it! What's more, Marsha too, had been acting strangely for a few days now . . . acting what his father before him would have called "uppity" . . . he couldn't quite put his finger on it.. .but she was acting as though what he said or did wasn't so important any more. Whereas he was used to her jumping at his every word, she had notably refused to do so . . . but what was most interesting was that in bed, she no longer acted as though she was afraid of him. He knew it was silly for him, since he'd been the one trying to get her to loosen up . . . but now that it seemed to be happening, he was very suspicious of it! How would it change his life . . . and what was going through that head of hers anyway? As the meal progressed at what seemed to all concerned a snail's pace, only Judy remained vivacious, and finally everyone was listening with half an ear to her chatter, while thinking their own dark thoughts.
Marsha accepted another glass of the new bottle of wine. She might as well get some enjoyment from this ghastly meal, she thought. Dennis hadn't once said he thought it was good. She could only suppose that he hated it.. . and after she had slaved away at it for hours . . . trying to time everything so that it came out just right.. . the asparagus, the puree of potatoes, the salad, the veal . . . the garlic bread . . . and now it just didn't seem to matter at all. Her father was just moving food around on his plate like a child . . . and although little Judy was eating, she wasn't the one Marsha had hoped to impress with this dinner!
It was just the way they'd told it at that Woman's Liberation meeting she'd gone to with Sally Hampton, one of the neighbors. Sally had had to persuade her to go, telling her it would be fun. She herself had gone a couple of times she told Marsha, and never failed to come away exhilarated even though she didn't fully believe in everything that was said. Marsha had felt the same way . . . a lot of the women there had truly shocked her, but there was certainly more than a grain of truth in what they were saying.
She angrily speared a large piece of meat and gulped it down with a bit of wine.
From the size of his bulging cock, Tom was almost sure that it should be visible even through the table. By the time dessert had come, he was in such a state that he hardly knew what was going on. The wine was making his head spin, and although he had moved his chair back from the table to escape his granddaughter's teasing little toes, she had now taken to rolling her tongue across her glistening lips every time her parents were looking the other way and she was sure Tom was looking at her.
"You'll have to excuse me, folks.. . " Tom muttered, pushing back abruptly from the table. "I'm afraid all this wine is a bit too much for an old man.. . . "
"I'll bet!" Dennis thought to himself as he poured himself another glass.
"But you're not old, Grandpop!" Judy piped up. "Is he Mom?"
"Certainly not, dear," Marsha said, glancing at her father with a worried look.
* * *
Tom lay on his bed, his head spinning so much that he could neither fall asleep or get up. His system was trying to absorb the alcohol he had drunk, but was making slow work of it all the same. He was unable to get up to get the lifesaving sleeping pills that had enabled him to ignore the temptations around him for the past few nights, and now his loins throbbed unbearably as flashes of his previous encounter with his young granddaughter rushed through his befuddled brain. When Judy's knock came upon the door, it seemed to vibrate throughout the entire room. It sounded as though she was pounding on it with a hammer. Tom had no idea how long it had been since dinner, and was beyond caring. The knock sounded again, lightly, tantalizingly, tauntingly. He knew he had to answer it. Stumbling up out of bed, he felt his way over to the door. After fumbling with the latch, he opened it and saw her standing there. The next thing he knew, she was in the room behind him and he was fumbling once more with the lock.
"Hi! Grandpop!" Judy whispered breathlessly. She was wearing her pink hot pants and a big shaggy sweater, at the center of which the two little points of her budding breasts protruded saucily.
Tom stared at his granddaughter bleary-eyed, seeing a double image until he could focus on her young figure. He hurried back to the edge of the bed and sat down. A feeling of doom spread over him like a blanket of dark clouds. There she was. His own daughter's little girl, his granddaughter, that sweet young thing who had not so long ago been royally finger-fucked by him in her own living room. It seemed as though he could still feel the slippery consistency of her tiny cunt clenching warmly around his fingers as he gazed at her now.
Judy jutted her chest out, trying her best to make herself appear attractive to her grandfather. Unaccountably, she felt extremely nervous now that she had finally gained entrance to his room. He looked so strange sitting there, as though he were about to be sick, and something told her that perhaps she ought to leave.
"I . . . uh . . . wanted to . . . talk to you . . . about the other day, Grandpop.. . . " she stammered out in a timid weak voice.
Tom felt a new wave of dizziness breaking over him at the sound of her voice.
"Oh, God, Judy . . . get out.. . just get out!" he pleaded with the twelve-year-old girl.
The order to leave made Judy even more determined to stay. She decided that she would be more than able to handle anything that might happen, at least she hoped so.
"Sweetheart," Tom gulped, trying by shaking his head, to become sober. "You've got to go . . . you've just got to go.. . "
"But I won't go!" Judy blurted out angrily, tears springing to her eyes. "And you can't make me go! Don't you think I'm sexy anymore?"
Suddenly she began to remove her sweater. Tom saw her pulling at it and tried to make a move to stop her, but found he was unable to. He watched her, sucking in his breath as chills rippled up and down his back. He felt the alcohol thumping through his veins like heavy lead and an ache welled up inside of him as the soft pink flesh of his young granddaughter came into view. His thick rock-hard penis lunged upward, its enormity pressing urgently up against the coarse material of his penis. There was a funny taste in the back of his mouth that told him that it was really going to happen. Judy's fingernails were running along the untouched surface of her pubescent breasts.
Naked to the waist, she faced herself in the mirror, her back to her grandfather as if to reassure herself of her newfound physical beauty. She could see him behind her in the mirror, and noting the change in his expression, she decided that she might as well go all the way with her clothes and began to slip off her skintight shorts. Before she had gotten them halfway off, exposing the upper portion of her firm, white young buttocks to Tom's avid gaze, she saw him lurch toward her and in a moment he had her by the waist.
His mouth came down much too hard on hers. She felt her lips being forcibly separated, and her neck felt like it was breaking from being pushed backwards so far. He was clasping her tightly to his chest and they were falling to the floor. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth so that she could hardly breathe. A terrible fear swept over her as she realized that she was no longer in control of the situation. Grandpop was like a complete stranger to her. She had never dreamed that he could be this way. Harsh, grumbling sounds came from his throat as his hands rushed all over her trembling body. She felt him pinching her bottom, her thighs and her breasts while he panted heavily into her mouth. And then he was roughly tearing off her shorts the rest of the way, ripping the flimsy fabric with a terrible noise.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg . . . " she groaned, trying to push him away as best she could. But Tom held fast. Judy had ho time to think at all before she felt herself lying flat on her back with her grandfather hovering over her nakedly trembling body. She tried to catch her breath, and she might have screamed, so fearful was his expression, but his hungrily probing mouth never left hers for a moment. And then below she felt a cool rush of air across her virginal young pussy lips as her thighs were suddenly spread effortlessly apart.
"Nooooo . . . no . . . oh, noooooooo.. . " she mumbled into the older man's mouth. Her entire body was trembling and she wanted desperately to get away. She thought she would give anything not to have entered her grandfather's room such a short time ago.
Tom's hands on her were hot and rough and the little girl clawed out in a nightmare of sudden fear. But he was too strong for her and after a few moments, she lay silently beneath him, panting softly.
"Isn't this what you wanted, you hot little tease?" he hissed, one hand massaging her left breast insistently, fondling harder and harder until the tiny bud of her nipple was swollen and completely erect.
His other hand slid down along her thigh, and approached the thinly scattered fuzz of her pubic mound. Then they dipped into the small, warmly moistened slit, impatiently flicking at the delicate membranes inside, unmindful of Judy's wildly twitching thighs and her small whimpering pleas that he stop. His hand felt awful down there, not at all the way it had the other day. This time it was as terrible as it had been good then! She felt utterly helpless, her naked genitals invaded by a stranger who had once been her grandfather !
Tom was no longer in control of himself . . . in fact, he had convinced himself that he wasn't even Tom Lansing anymore . . . he was someone else . . . anyone, and this hot little bitch had egged him on . . . had asked him, had made him do this and he was only a man after all!
He repeated this phrase over and over, as his middle finger squirmed its way upward into the thin vaginal opening beneath the thin pearly lips of Judy's virgin cunt.
"Only a man . . . ONLY A MAN!" he murmured, jiggling the thickness of his middle finger into the darkness of the unexplored area.
"OH, JESUS, ONLY A MAN!" he cried, feeling his finger sink deeper and deeper. His tongue washed over his granddaughter's helplessly gasping mouth, wetting her face with his saliva, and his wildly throbbing cock begged to be released from his pants.
"Almost hairless.. . " he whispered hoarsely. "So tight!" he said wonderingly.
Judy felt a new kind of fear at the tone of his voice. He seemed calmer, but that calm carried much more determination in it than his former frenzy.
"Grandpop! Grandpop! PLEASE!" she pleaded. "PLEASE!"
There was suddenly a noise that they both heard at the same time. It came from the next room. Tom, drunk as he was, felt all at once cold sober, and yet his lust had not diminished one bit. Judy recognized the voice she heard, and at first thought of calling for help, but then almost instantly thought better of it.
"I SAID STRIP OFF THOSE PANTIES!" her father's voice commanded harshly. It was amazing how clearly she could hear him, there in what used to be the spare room. Her own bedroom was in another section of the house, and she had never known the walls were so thin in this room!
"Dennis NO! I SAID NO! I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS NONSENSE FROM YOU! THIS IS NOT THE MIDDLE AGES!" her mother cried out.
A drop of her grandfather's sweat fell upon her face as she lay there on the floor beneath him, and she could see that he was listening intently. In her helplessly impaled vagina, Tom's middle finger gave a nervous jump, and in the next room, Judy's father said, "I DON'T CARE . . . I SAID GET THOSE PANTIES OFF DOUBLE QUICK . . . AND THAT BRA TOO OR I'LL BEAT YOUR PROUD LITTLE BUTT SILLY!"
CHAPTER 6
Dennis could feel himself getting angrier by the minute. What his wife had told him in the living room had made him absolutely furious. He had finally asked her what she'd been acting so smug about the last few days, and she having also had her share of wine, had told him about the Women's Lib meeting. That had done it! Since little Judy had already been sent off to bed, Dennis felt free to tell Marsha exactly what he thought of that!
"Lesbians!" he shouted, "All of them . . . I forbid you to go to another one . . . next thing I know . . . "
"First of all.. . " Marsha interrupted, feeling her anger mount, "they are not all lesbians . . . and even if they were that would in no way deter the truth of how men have been undermining women for centuries! And secondly . . . you can't forbid me to do anything! I'll do what I want . . . I'm not your slave, much as you think lam!"
At first she had planned to slam out the door, but then realizing that she really didn't feel like going out, she decided to go to bed. He wasn't going to run her out of her own house, for heavens sake!
But he had followed her into the bedroom, and now there he was shouting those obscene things at her. For the first time it occurred to her that his booming voice might be heard in her father's room. The same old feeling came over her, much as she tried to stop it.. . to simply tell him no, to walk out, fight her way out if necessary . . . to stand up to him at all costs!
"I said off!" he repeated, his face distorted by rage. He had caught her in the midst of undressing, and when she'd heard him come in she'd tried to get to the bathroom to continue, but he wanted her there . . . wanted to see those panties coming down over voluptuous young ass!
He watched with a satisfied smirk as his beautiful blonde wife hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her pink panties, and with a little jerky, trembling motion, pulled them slowly down. The soft roundness of her stomach appeared as the material rolled downward from her navel, and then the little line of silk hairs that went down to the larger thatch of gold that was her hidden pussy. For some reason that he wasn't quite sure of, he shouted out another command.
"Turn around . . . let me see your ass!"
Marsha found herself turning around as he requested, her eyes focusing on the wall that separated her bedroom from her father's. She felt confused and flushed as the panties slipped down around her legs. It seemed that she could feel his eyes on her buttocks, and the skin back there felt hot and tingly, as though he were burning holes in it with his eyes!
"My God, what am I doing?" she thought, but she continued to obediently stand there, with her back to him, and when he asked again, reached up to unclasp the catch of her bra. She felt the heavy weight of her breasts as they were released from the enclosing brassiere cups, and shivered. He was still looking at her and hadn't said anything for some moments. What was he thinking . . . what diabolical thing was he planning? she wondered.
A feeling of mortification came over her as she visualized how she must look to him, and she wondered what her father was doing in the next room. He was probably sleeping peacefully, she thought, unmindful of his daughter's shame! She wanted to cry, but was trying hard not to . . . at least she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. After all, if she just did what he wanted, it would all be over in a short while, and he would think he had conquered her, when in reality he would have had nothing! She decided to go along with him . . . why not? she thought, trying to invoke her new attitude. Just because he had control of her body was no reason to think that he controlled her mind!
"Get on the bed . . . and kneel up face down!"
Judy stared up at her grandfather next door. His weight upon her had lessened slightly, but she still felt very uncomfortable beneath him. All of this was forgotten, however, in the shock of hearing her father's voice seemingly so close, and obviously talking to her mother!
"Mom and Dad!" she whispered hoarsely.
"Marsha!" Tom gasped. He looked down at the little girl beneath him, horrified at what he was doing. Leaping up, he staggered to the bed and lay down just before his dizziness felled him. Stunned, Judy remained on the floor for a long while.
"No!" Marsha cried, straining to get away from her husband's strong grip on her waist. "What are you going to do?" The soft white cheeks of her buttocks were forced apart by her humiliating kneeling position, as Dennis held her from behind. He had undressed, and the thick staff of his cock touched against the delicate flesh as she squirmed in vain resistance beneath his hands. It only made him more determined. He had actually wanted to do this for a long while, and tonight seemed the perfect opportunity!
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass . . . you and the Women's Lib!"
"Nooooooooooooo! Oh God, noooo!" Marsha screamed, panic rising inside her. She had thought she could take anything he dished out, but that.. . no!
Dennis muttered to himself while examining the magnificence of his wife's smooth white buttocks. It had such a perfect shape he thought.. . not too big or too small . . . she was what he called "high-assed" with long, long legs and slender hips, and a bottom that did all the right things when she walked. Touching each side of her ripe twin cheeks, he pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh, spreading the long thin crevice open and lowering his head so that he could see up inside. Then, controlling her position with the sheer strength and determination of his powerful hands, he brought her backwards toward him, and eased the tip of his finger into the tiny puckered brown opening that came into view.
Marsha whimpered, and began to cry in earnest, as the finger made slow, painful headway into the depths of her unused opening. It entered with difficulty to the first joint, and then abruptly to the second.
"Dennis . . . you're hurting me . . . Oh God, you can't do this to me . . . STOP!"
In the adjoining room, Judy lay quivering with fright upon the rug of her grandfather's room, while he lay a short distance away upon the bed, covered with sweat. Both of them were breathing the shallow breath of persons in shock.. . both of them were listening.
Dennis rotated his finger back and forth in the dark, rubbery feeling interior of his wife's rectum, unmindful of her indignant groans, watching the curious way the skin of her rectum clung to his finger as it withdrew. Dennis felt his cock growing maddeningly hard! He had to get on with it. He felt overwhelmingly stimulated by the sight of his dignified young wife, Tom's daughter, in such a humiliating position, and he wondered what it would be like once his cock was locked tight up inside her asshole!
Without warning, he removed his finger and pressed the round bulb of his cock-head to the lips of her tiny puckered anus. Man! He was really going to enjoy this!
Marsha felt the thickness of his penis spreading her ass cheeks. The huge throbbing head of her husband's cock felt ghastly to her, as though someone had placed a foreign object there, a foreign object that nevertheless was warm and smooth like spongy rubber!
"OH GOD NO!" she moaned, and then felt her face being pushed roughly forward into the pillows on the bed, as Dennis strained hard against her helplessly upraised behind.
"NNNNNNNNNNNGH! UAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The virgin sphincter of her rectum gave way bit by bit under the pressure of his invading rod, and then with a quick little farting noise it popped open, admitting the head of Dennis's lust-hardened rod into the straining entranceway of her anus.
"AAAAAAAARGH!" Marsha writhed in helpless pain, her backside filled with searing pain, her mind whirling with horrible thoughts of revenge. How could he treat her like this . . . how dare he ? ?
But there was no time for further thought, for Dennis, encouraged by the headway his inflated penis was making decided to really pour it to her.
"No sense dragging it out!" he cried, throwing himself forward so that his penis sped forward, ramming all the way up into the tight dark passage, pushing the ripe inner flesh effortlessly ahead of it until suddenly with a buttock-flattening stop, it had plunged as far as it could go.
"EEEEEEEEE AAaaaaaaah!" the blunt torpedo-like instrument lay imbedded all the way up in her bowels, like a searing hot poker! The pain was terrible. She didn't know which way to turn to free herself of it. It seemed to fill her insides, to spread like a brush fire to every bit of her, so that she could practically taste its essence even up in her mouth. It felt like she was being mortally wounded as her insides wildly contracted and expanded around her husband's grotesquely impaling cock.
She wondered if she would ever be the same again back there . . . probably not, she thought hazily between long drawn out sobs. She realized that nothing she could say or do . . . no amount of pleading would make him stop, and the knowledge made her attempt to bear up under what she considered the worst possible humiliation. It occurred to her again that perhaps by steeling herself and cooperating with him, she might swiftly end the entire thing.
With a superhuman effort, she opened her mouth wide and ground her wide-split buttocks back toward his advancing cock, back into the pain instead of away from it and to her surprise, after first thinking she was going to black out, she felt a distinct lessening of her torment. Just by relaxing her muscles slightly she had alleviated some of the pain!
Dennis grunted, and sensing a difference in his wife's attitude, began to call out her name, to encourage her as one encourages a horse in the midst of a race.
"Come on, honey! Come on! Fuck back . . . Fuck back!" He plowed into her unmercifully now, filling the room with the lewd sound of his enjoyment. It felt so good! Far better than he had expected even. It had been a long time since he had taken a woman this way, and now, the unexpected pleasure of feeling his wife's lewdly squirming ass thrusting back onto his advancing penis while he knelt further and further up into her, forging far into her still tight, but now unresisting rectum . . . was making him giddy!
"It's good, ain't it, hon!" he cried, "Ain't it?"
Marsha continued to twist her hips backward in a funny spiraling kind of motion. She bit her lip until blood came, grunting and moaning with the pain, feverishly praying that he would soon cum . . . that she would be allowed to rest! But the more she tried to make him reach a climax, the longer Dennis seemed able to hold out. It was unbelievable.. .as though it would go on forever!
With a whimper, Judy jumped up from the floor and ran toward her grandfather's bed. The wild fleshy smacking noises and animal grunts from the next room were deafening now and it was absolutely terrifying! With one motion, she leapt up on the bed and huddled her naked young body against him.
"OH GRANDPOP!" she cried, "OH, LISTEN TO WHAT DADDY'S DOING TO MOTHER!"
Tom put his arm around his little granddaughter, and tried to turn his head so she wouldn't see his tears.
"YOU'RE REALLY DIGGIN' IT NOW AREN'T YOU?" Judy's father's voice expanded through the wall. "OH WHAT A GROOVY, HAIRLESS LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
Judy and her grandfather lay trembling together, each one receiving the assault of words in a different manner, but each one being profoundly affected by it, and understanding that somehow together, they could weather the attack!
It was when they heard Marsha cry out in a completely different tone that it happened.
"OH!. . . OH GOD DENNIS!" she called. Something very peculiar had happened, and it had caught her completely unaware. While pretending to enjoy the obscene sodomizing she was being subjected to, a certain measure of pleasure had crept in! Dennis had grabbed hold of her breasts from underneath, and with each forward motion was manipulating them in a way that she could not resist. IT WAS DELICIOUS! It made those funny little thrills slide down her belly toward her all-but-ignored blond pussy, and then the next time Dennis's heavy hanging testicles slapped down against her naked and vulnerable vagina, she had felt the thrill leap upward to her inhumanly plugged rectum! A wash of excitement suddenly obliterated most of the pain, and she waited breathlessly for it to happen again.
"OH! OH GOD DENNIS!" she said in spite of herself, "OH GOD . . . IT . . . IT'S GOOD!"
While Judy lay in her grandfather's protecting arms, she felt something happen inside her! The shock of hearing her mother and father making love in such a strange and bestial way was giving way to a mounting excitement! She shuddered suddenly, and felt Tom's fingers clasp and unclasp nervously around her waist. She remembered the horror of what had almost happened between them on the floor . . . how afraid she had first entered her grandfather's room, returned, and that, coupled with the sound of her own mother's shameless cries of sexual delight gave her a new strength and a new determination!
Why should grown-ups be the only ones to have that kind of fun and excitement? ? she thought covering her grandfather's hands with hers. Why, especially, should Mom have all the fun! ?
Tom knew from the way his thick cock was twitching and jerking that he would have to do something about it soon! Desire filled him, pushing out all other thoughts. In his arms, Judy had begun to press her small adolescently naked body up against his. Twelve years old! he thought.. . she's only twelve! But she was moving his hand's now, moving them down along her slender waist, over her belly . . . down to the little golden fuzzed pussy he had fondled so well the other day . . . down the tight little baby cunt he had almost raped a moment ago!
Next door, the headboard of the bed had begun to slam against the opposite wall. Thump! Thump! and then a pause, and then, Thump! again.
"MMNNNNNNNGHGHGH!" Marsha moaned, "OOOoooooh honey!! ! ! Ass fuck me . . . ass fuck me good!! ! "
"HUMP BACK BITCH! HUMP BACK!" Dennis cried.
"Please, Grandpop!" Judy whispered, "PLEASE!"
Tom could take no more. Hurriedly, he extricated himself from his granddaughter's hold, and then he rapidly took off his clothes while Judy lay there watching him.
As his shorts went flying across the room, Judy saw for the first time, his enormous blood-filled penis.
"GRANDPOP!" she said, "BUT IT'S SO . . . BIG!"
This fact could no longer deter Tom from his goal, and he lay back upon the bed his eyes glazed from lust and alcohol, his cock hard and heavy as he pulled the little girl's creamy nakedness toward him. He was gentle now, as he wound his fingers down among the silky little hairs of her tiny pussy, gentle as he slowly worked his fingers up into the little mouth of her cunt! His granddaughter let herself go after a tense moment of uncertainty, and closing her eyes, she lay back to let what would happen, happen. Soon, she was moaning and spreading her long, still-child-like legs. Her pale body squirmed tentatively at first, and then with impatience as the fingers insinuated themselves higher and higher inside her virgin young pussy stretching her wide for the greater entry to come. First one finger . . . then two . . . then three! The discomfort passed quickly as Tom's thumb skillfully manipulated her swollen little clitoris.
"OOOoooooh . . . oh, Grandpop!" she moaned, while next door, her mother arched her back so that her buttocks were raised higher to the strange new fucking she was getting.
Oh God, Marsha thought through her passion-fogged brain, how could she ever have known that such a wicked thing could feel so good! In her joy at what seemed a miraculous release from pain, she remembered what the women's magazine had said about enjoying sex . . . and then remembered what one woman at the Women's Lib meeting had said about "using your husband for your own pleasure . . . getting the most out of what he has to offer!" It was mostly a matter of attitude, she had suggested, but the object was to make him the instrument . . . not you!
Marsha felt herself start to cum as soon as she thought about this. Dennis's lustfully driving cock was serving her so well! she thought.. . So well! And something about the fact that she was being used in such a humiliating position, and he was thinking he had the better of her . . . while all along she was having the time of her life . . . made her feel a new and more intense exhilaration.
"OH YES, FUCK ME . . . FUCK MY BUTT GOOD!" she cried. And in that instant, she even hoped that her father in the next room might hear her! After all he was the one who had made her so afraid about sex for most of her life! Let him know now that she was having a ball! She felt wild . . . blatantly whorish for the first time in her life!
"Oh . . . my baby . . . my baby!" Tom moaned, as one hand smoothed over his granddaughter's young quivering breasts and the other filled her little pussy with easy sliding motions, strong and hard, but with a fundamental gentleness that spared the little girl any pain.
He hardly knew whether his excitement was referring to his daughter being taken anally in the next room, or to his granddaughter, who lay in a state of complete arousal beside him.
Judy let her hand fall to the massive cock that sprang from her grandfather's loins. His well-developed body touched hers at the chest and at the thighs as they lay side by side. Their legs intermingled, and Judy held the thickness of his penis in her palm. She had no idea that men grew that big . . . but it didn't matter really . . . she wanted to feel it inside her tingling unused pussy.
"Please!" she urged again. Then, "Please . . . do it to me, Grandpop . . . I want you to!"
Slipping his fingers from the smooth wet walls of her heated little pussy, Tom kneeled up on the bed, sliding between Judy's widespread legs. He looked down lovingly at her face and saw her mother . . . his own little girl in those fresh young features. A memory returned to him of one night long ago when his Marsha had been around Judy's age, and he had come home early one day and found her in the living room on the sofa playing with herself. He had walked in and shouting at her had forced her to continue while he watched. He had called her terrible names . . . a little slut was one of them and when the awful performance was finished and little Marsha lay sobbing with shame on the sofa, he had stalked out, announcing that she would go to boarding school the following term. With a sick feeling, Tom remembered that and how he had gone into the bathroom and masturbated afterward, the vision of his young daughter's innocent loins fresh in his mind!
Dizzy, he hung over Judy, pushing away the strange recollection. His heavy cock bobbed in midair and the whole world was suspended a moment. Then he was crushing down onto his granddaughter's body, slipping his tongue into her waiting mouth, feeling her slight nakedness squirm beneath his weight. Her arms hugged around his back as she lifted herself up to meet him, her belly pressing against his rock-hard spear. Sliding down, Tom moved the tip of his penis so that it spread the small slit of her now passion-drenched pussy, rubbing up and down along it, spreading the fuzz-lined baby lips apart with each stroke.
He could feel her cumming against the tip of his cock. Her little clitoris giving way to the incredible friction, and just then her hips jerked upward, and giving it his all, Tom rammed forward, centering his cock right at the tiny entrance to her pussy mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh, stop, stop!! ! ! " Judy cried out, gasping at the pain. But Tom did not stop. He had managed to enter her partway, and sweating bullets, he was bent on getting all the way in. His granddaughter's head flew back and forth as she tried to tell him NO, NO, NO! but it didn't matter.
Next door, her cries were lost in the general confusion as Judy's mother milked her husband's cock with her hotly clenching rectum for all it was worth. She bucked backward, a mare in heat, intent on sucking out and devouring with her belly every bit of her raging stallion's jizm. Dennis, realizing the extent of Marsha's excitement, knew it to be a once in a lifetime kind of thing. He was overwhelmed. His sperm began to shoot forward like fireworks as her nether muscles pumped on his burgeoning cock!
"OOOOOOOOHHHHWEEEEE! ah, ah, ah!" Marsha sighed as the sensuous thrills mounted from her fully filled back passage to engulf her in total bliss. She could feel Dennis's thick, searing semen flooding up into her in great gushing waves, and the wet sensation in her convulsing rectum carried with it an unprecedented pleasure!
The acute pain interrupted Judy's orgasm as her grandfather's bulging penis entered the tiny, passion-flared hole with a tremendous force. Pushing the silken folds of her inner flesh ahead of it in tiny rippling sensation, as it inexorably bore down on the thin flimsy wall of her waiting virginity.
"OOOHHHNnnghgh!! " she cried.
Feeling the minute pussy lips slipping over and enclosing his lust-hardened cock, Tom felt an agonizing mixture of sorrow and elation.
"Oh, I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . so sorry!" he gasped out. But his guilt did not decrease the size of his erection or the incredible feeling of her nibbling little cunt muscles tightening around his flesh. The quivering thin-lipped furrow squeezing his heavy-veined prick with the most wonderful sensation of snugness!
"OOOOOOH!" she was crying out, over and over again no longer hearing the noises from her mother and father next door as his hardness ground like a battering ram through the unresisting film of her hymen.
"Ooooh, God!" she grunted momentarily and then the pain slid abruptly into oblivion as Grandpop's surging penis struck against the soft waiting surface of her cervix. It was as though that was the secret spot, waiting for . . . what she was made for!
"AAAAAaahahahh! Yes, Grandpop . . . oh yes . . . it's coming back . . . it's soooooo won-der-ful!" She writhed her naked hips and loins passionately beneath him now, her nubile young body urging him on. Her straight blond hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Her grandfather's virile body slapped again and again against the flatness of her smooth white belly, his throbbing cock stroking deep within her as their tongues mingled in an ecstatic kiss.
"IIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM cum-ming Dennis . . . Cumming AGAIN!! "
Marsha's voice was so loud it almost sounded as though she were in the room with them, and as the wail of pleasure increased, Judy, arching her narrow hips upward toward her grandfather's plunging loins, replied deep in her mind, "OOOH . . . yeeeeesssssss me tooo, Mom . . . MMMMEEEEE TOOOOO!"
CHAPTER 7
Even though Grandpop had been away for two days now, Judy didn't really mind too much. There were, she had discovered, other things of interest besides Grandpop, though she knew she would always be eternally grateful to him for having shown her the way "to womanhood" as she put it to herself. Still and all, she had to move forward on her one girl crusade, and already, she had a new target. Daddy!
Her father had been most interesting to her ever since that night in Grandpop's room when she had overheard him making such wild passionate love to her mother . . . in fact, she even felt distinct pangs of jealousy the next time she observed her mother and father together watching television.
Grandpop had left a note saying he had a job prospect in another town, and Judy hadn't seen him since the night when he made such beautiful love to her. However, with his room empty, she had felt it her duty to sneak in and lie in the same bed that had given her, her first true awakening, and there she had listened on two consecutive nights to her mother and father's most intimate moments!!
Having since observed her father more closely, she found him (next to Grandpop), the handsomest man she'd ever seen. His gruffness with her mother fascinated her, especially since it was clear to her that her mother -liked it! And to think that all this time, the arguments they'd been having were just another form of lovemaking! The world was certainly full of things for her to learn.
She sat at the same living room window where she'd waited for Grandpop, only this time she was looking for her father. She knew that her mother would be late that night.. . she had said she was going to some kind of meeting . . . and now she wondered what was keeping her father! She hoped he would come home soon so that she would have some time alone with him. She still felt little fluttering of her heart remembering the way he had taken her mother the night before. If only she could get him to do the same to her! She had lay perfectly still listening to her mother's moans, and then unable to help herself, had worked her fingers into her own little blonde pussy in order to relieve the tension there. It was amazing how much she missed being touched there . . . how much she suddenly needed another person to fulfill her! Her own fingers were no match for the magnificent churning of her grandfather's thing! Certainly she was still sore from its stretching of her down there between her legs, but the soreness was nothing compared to delights she had known.
She adjusted her shorts, pulling them down from the tight vee of her pussy where they were constantly riding up, just as she caught sight of her father's Ford pulling into the driveway.
Dennis was drunk and he didn't care.
He'd left the garage to his assistant earlier and gone on a binge. Things just seemed to be getting away from him recently, and it worried him. It was a sure sign that he was slipping when Marsha called him at work and told him not to expect dinner that night because she was going to a Women's Lib meeting. Things were not as they used to be!
He'd screamed at her on the phone, repeating his previous command forbidding her to go, but she'd just laughed her fucking "liberated woman's laugh" and hung up on him! Besides that, he thought as he walked up the sidewalk to the house, she seemed in some imperceptible way to be getting the better of him in bed too! He didn't know how to begin to explain it to himself. He couldn't really complain when she was turning into the best lay he'd ever had, and yet he almost missed the struggles they used to go through . . . now, when it was all over and she was lying there beautiful and bare, he had the distinct impression that he had been the one who had been fucked . . . not she! But the more he thought about that the more he felt that that didn't make any sense!
He stumbled going up the steps, and Judy heard him cursing as he let himself in the door, and she realized he'd been drinking. What grown-ups saw in that stuff she couldn't fathom.
"DAMN IT TO HELL!"
Dennis brushed past Judy in the hallway, almost ignoring her as she tried to talk to him.
"See you later, kid!" he mumbled, making for the bedroom. Maybe, he thought, Marsha was home after all.
He slammed into the bedroom, and looked around him ferociously. Behind him, Judy stood in the doorway watching. Sensing someone behind him, he whirled about.
"YOU . . . ! " he cried. "Oh, your mother isn't home is she?"
"No Daddy . . . she went to some meeting, she said she'd be home late . . . "
Dennis dropped himself down on the bed. He felt suddenly very sleepy and longed to forget about everything for the moment.
"Well," he announced, "I'm gonna take a nap until she comes in . . . "
"Okay Daddy," Judy said, noting that her father was already half asleep. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Huh? . . . What . :. '? " Dennis roused himself a second, and then was fast asleep on the big double bed.
"Forget it!" Judy said, turning and leaving the room.
She fumed in the living room for what seemed to her a long time. How dare he just ignore her.. . She felt hurt and angry thinking about how he hardly ever talked to her or paid any attention to her! She had to think of something to do about it!
* * *
Marsha had come home at last! This false message seeped down into Dennis's alcohol soaked brain as he felt the gentle feminine touches upon his body. It was a soothing thought and one which allowed him to slip back to sleep with a certain weight off his mind! His snores resounded through the room, and he was unaware of the fact that his clothes were being slowly removed. He shivered a little as a cool breeze traversed his naked belly, and the hairs on his chest stirred ever so slightly.
Judy worked as quickly as she could, in the constant fear that her mother would return and discover what she was doing! She really only wanted to see her father naked. To her child's mind it seemed that just by seeing him like that, she would gain some sort of power over him! Also, she was very interested to compare his body to Grandpop's!
She knew that it would take a lot to wake her father up in the state he was in and she figured it was worth a try!
To her utter amazement, she discovered that her father had an enormous erection. Not only that, but that he wore no underpants at all! Once she had zipped down his fly his thick penis had jumped free and bounced beneath her nose. It was much bigger than Grandpop's! Her eyes bulged as they took in the gigantic proportions of the lewdly swollen instrument. She was already calculating as to whether or not that would fit up into her tiny, just once used vagina. Just the thought of it made her feel a little pressure in her pussy, a little twinge of lust that grew moment by moment. Momentarily forgetting her fear, she began to touch him . . . at first on his arms and upper thighs. They were so hard and muscular! Then, on his lower belly, which she also found rock-hard.
She noted that her father slept on, an occasional smile flitting across his handsome features that came from some dream he was having no doubt. The longer she continued touching his exposed body, the bolder Judy grew. She could hardly contain the emotions that were running through her twelve-year-old body. It was like a compelling force, stronger than anything she had ever known. She had to get on top of him!
Hastily, she removed her shorts and blouse, and then her soft little bikini panties. Her little pointed breasts stuck out, the tips already hard in anticipation of what was to come. Taking a deep breath as though she were about to dive into a cold pool of water, Judy got up on the bed. At first she contented herself with kneeling beside her Daddy, bending over and letting the buds of her nipples graze along the stiff little black hairs that covered her father's chest. Seeing that this did not awaken him, and with the tremendous din of his snores in her ears, she kissed and teased with her hot little tongue the little male nipples that nestled on his chest. They were really sweet, she thought . . . just like hers had been before they started to grow! Her smooth naked little buttocks waving behind her received the caresses of the evening breeze coming through the cracked window, and she felt a chill rush through her exposed genitals. Moving further down, she brushed the nipples of her firm little breasts along her father's belly, and then finally, eyeing the grossly proportioned penis, still standing straight and tall, she let the tip of one breast rest upon the throbbing sponge-like top! The little pebble of her nipple slid along the tiny opening in the top of his cock-head, and she could see a drop of moisture forming there!
"Ooooh!" she sighed. "How nice!" Her long blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders, and growing more and more excited, she let it too brush over the lengthy pole of flesh that had had so much to do with her very own creation!
"Oh, Daddy!" she murmured, softly, to herself . . . "Oh, Daddy!" She lapsed into an erotic trance, placing soft kisses upon the hot slightly throbbing shaft before her. In a few seconds her tiny wet tongue snaked out, and flicked moistly up and down the quivering hardness. It responded by slight jerks to her every touch, and yet her father continued to snore above her! With a little gasp, she opened her mouth wide and touched her ovaled lips to the big round head . . . opening wider still, she took it inside and wet its entire surface with her tongue until it was glistening and shining in the soft light from the bedside table.
"MMMMMmmmm!" she thought . . . it was a little like sucking a lollipop! Only better, of course!
"NNNNNMGFH!" Dennis mumbled and twisted slightly in his sleep, his cock jerked and jumped and Judy couldn't help sighing loudly at the sight of it!
Quickly, she placed herself between his slightly parted legs.. . . Her little pussy seemed to be calling to her.. . begging for stimulation, and she felt very wet and slippery all down between her legs. The silken tissues of her baby-cunt moistened and the tender flesh trembled with the strength of huge wells of untapped desire!
By raising herself up and straddling her sleeping father's hips, she found that she could place the tiny little cunt lips right on top of her Daddy's upstanding cock! Working almost desperately, Judy strained to widen herself with her fingers . . . stretching the lips of her cuntal mouth open as though she could make them fit around the big pole beneath them in the same manner as her mouth! HOW WOULD IT EVER FIT INSIDE! ? Panting and discouraged by the fact that her father's penis seemed far too big to ever fit, she began to slid her thin wet pussy slit up and down the full length of the big cock. She just had to have some satisfaction from that marvelous piece of flesh!
Dennis was definitely half-awake by now! Not only was Marsha home, he thought dazedly, but she was, without being forced, giving his cock a lewd, delicious workout as well! He moaned a bit, and without opening his eyes gave himself up to the excitement that surrounded his rock-hard penis. He wouldn't miss this for the world, he thought . . . let her knock herself out!
Judy would slide down the wet shaft of her father's cock, her fuzz-lined little cunt lips separated around it so that her inner membranes were directly exposed to the friction created by her lewd grinding motions. She had begun to grunt and groan with her rising delight at the warm tickling sensation it caused up between her open thighs. But still she wanted so badly to be fucked! She hardly dared to hope she could accomplish that without waking her father, however, so she contented herself with this frantic rubbing along his now excited throbbing hardness. She even imagined herself to be her mother, and this made the feelings inside her straining pussy even better.
"MMmmmmmOOOOhhhNNNGH!"she moaned.
Dennis was almost completely awake . . . but he thought it would be much more interesting to continue pretending to be asleep. He wanted to see just what his wife was going to do! God, what a hot bitch she was turning into, maybe there was something to that Women's Lib after all!
He couldn't help bucking his hips upward a bit though each time he felt what he thought was his wife's moist blonde cunt maneuvering along his blood-swollen cock. SHE WAS ALMOST EATING IT ALIVE WITH HER SOFTLY SUCKING PUSSY LIPS! he thought. The whole idea of what was happening, beginning to excite him so much that it felt like his blood was boiling! His cock arched back and forth beneath the pressures of the soft, wetly clenching genitals that caressed it. What a feeling! But now he wanted to get inside that velvety gold cunt! He knew he was going to cum any moment now, and the best place for his cock to be when it happened was fucking deep up inside!
"OOOOOMMMMMMKKKKKK!"Judy was in seventh heaven. It just felt so good! Her little clitoris jerked and jumped against the thick hardened rod as she slid up and down, up and down. In a moment she was going to cum! She had her head tilted back, and her eyes closed, her ecstasy making her forget all caution. She just had to cum . . . had to cum . . . the words repeated themselves in her mind to the rhythm of her obscenely pumping little buttocks.
Then suddenly she felt herself being picked up. Her father's strong hands were locked tightly about her waist. She was poised helplessly in mid-air above his throbbing cock! Then she was being plunged downward, hard and fast, her nakedly exposed little pussy meeting the direct onslaught of her father's enormous cockhead!
"AAAAARHRHRHGHGHGHGH!" The sudden stretching pain soared wildly through the giving tissues of her miniscule pussy as the thick pole sped upward into her loins. She fell forward onto her father, feeling his cock imbedded in her abused pussy like a big telephone pole! She lay flat upon his belly, her bare little buttocks trembling and white receiving the harsh caresses of her father's hands as he arched his cock high up inside her tight little belly.
Dennis opened his alcohol bleared eyes and peered directly into his daughter's tear stained, pain contorted face.
There was a stunned moment of silence, punctuated only by Judy's whimpers of pain.
He thought he was seeing things . . . first of all it had been very hard for him to realize that there could possibly be anyone else in bed with him but his wife, Marsha! It just had to be Marsha! But it wasn't. Then his outraged brain had to take in the fact that it was indeed true that it was his own little Judy staring tearfully down into his face. That in fact it was his own little daughter's cunt that was now gripping his cock so tightly! There had been nothing in his life to prepare him for this moment, and he felt himself falling apart at the seams. He started screaming and trying to tear her off of him. Judy, terrified, clung to her father's neck, holding on for dear life!
"GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY!" Dennis yelled.
"NO-NO-NO! NO DADDY.. . PLEASE DADDY DAAAADDDEEEEEE!"
Dennis felt his prick throbbing between the tenderness of his daughter's twelve-year-old vaginal lips as the elastic rimmed tightness sent wild, unwanted thrills racing through him. There was no getting away from her! And the more he pulled on her, the tighter she clung . . . even her sweet, painfully stretched pussy seemed to be clinging to his hardness like a hungry leech, preventing his cock from slipping out. And as they moved, rocking about like a badly matched pair of wrestlers on the bed, he found himself involuntarily flicking his hips hard up and down, back and forth.
"THIS IS INCEST! INCEST! OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING?? ? ! ! ! " Dennis thought he would lose his mind as his body began to respond more and more to his tightly clinging little girl's pussy. He knew he must not do what he was doing . . . and yet it had in some mysterious, awful way already happened . . . and it was continuing to happen! Every section of his daughter's adolescent body clung and responded to his as his cock rigidly impaled her gasping vagina. Suddenly, they were making love as though each had been pre-programmed for it. Judy began to scream in agonized delight, gurgles of excitement escaped from her throat. It felt like her Daddy's big cock was filling her all the way up to her throat!
"OOOOOOHH! I LOVE YOU DADDY!" she cried out . . . "I LOVE Y 0 U U U U U U U!" She could feel her father responding, beginning to fuck her magnificently, just as he must do with her mother! His confusion was relegated to the farthest depths of his brain as Dennis felt the most incredible feelings taking hold of him. His little daughter's warm wet flesh slid and wriggled over him . . . her miniscule pussy jerked and squeezed his lust-driven cock until the final ripping tide of orgasm ripped into them like a cyclone, both at the same time.
A few moments before this, Tom let himself into the house. He had decided to face up to everything. To talk to little Judy and explain to her that what he had done to her was wrong! He knew he would never be able to respect himself unless he did this. If things continued the way they'd been going for him, he could very well wind up a derelict.. . like those poor men he had seen during his absence from the house. He had only been able to afford the lowliest of hotels, and now he recalled the sights he had seen there with horror. He didn't belong there, he told himself, not Tom Lansing!
He entered the living room and sat down heavily on the sofa. Where on earth was everybody anyway? he wondered. It was then that he heard the noises coming from the direction of the hall.
"OH no!" he thought, "They're not at it again!! ! " He assumed that it was his daughter Marsha and her husband and he felt his heart skip a beat as the familiar confusing sensations started to take hold of him again!
"OOOUUGHGHHNNN! DADEEEE!"
Tom stood up. He could have sworn that that was Judy's voice and not Marsha's! And hadn't she said, "Daddy!? ? "
He started in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what he would find before he got there . . . but nonetheless determined to find out just what was going on.
* * *
Tom watched through the half open door of his daughter and son-in-law's bedroom as his granddaughter's neck strained backward, and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth was working excitedly, spewing forth sighs and terms of endearment as her entire body writhed like a whore gone wild over her father's nakedness. A thin film of sweat covered her as her orgasm shook her this way and that. Low hums of ecstasy slipped from her throat as her tongue licked out to moisten her lips. Below, the pink, fuzz-fringed mouth of her baby pussy screwed itself down upon her Daddy's crazily ejaculating cock with rhythmic wet sluicing noises. The hairs of his groin were wet with their combined juices, and Tom could see this from where he stood. He was rooted to the spot!
The horror of his first reaction diminished bit by bit as his cock without conscious thought grew higher and higher as the lewdly exciting scene impressed itself deeper and deep into his mind.
His son-in-law drove his burning staff upward, spurting his burning male semen high into his daughter's hungrily swallowing vagina.. . there where he had been the first man to trespass!!
The two orgasms met, father's and daughter's, intermingled somewhere there high up in his granddaughter's tiny little belly!
As Tom stepped forward, he knew that they wouldn't stop there. It was clear that neither one of them could. And in spite of the realization that he was going against every principle he or any other decent person in the world might have, he intended to take full advantage of .the erotic situation.
CHAPTER 8
Marsha felt wonderful. The meeting had been a really good one! There had been a guest speaker there from New York, a woman journalist who really knew her business, and Marsha and her friend had been enthralled. Afterward they had stopped in at a famous pub downtown that had up until recently been reserved for men. That was before it had been "integrated" by women.
The two young women felt thrilled at being there, even though they were the only females in the place. They were treated to the annoyed stares of the men at the bar as they sat in a secluded booth toward the rear.
"Hah!" Marsha said, sipping her daiquiri, "they're really upset.. . . Good! You should have heard Dennis on the phone this afternoon when I told him I was going to the meeting tonight!"
"Mad, huh?" Marsha's friend inquired cheerily, peering over her glass.
"You bet . . . but it's good for him.. . . "
At last he doesn't have me snapping to attention at the least little bark! Things are really looking up!"
* * *
His granddaughter's gleaming white buttocks presented themselves to her grandfather as with a passionate groan she slid down to lick her father's penis to hardness again. She was so happy! Daddy seemed to want her so very much, and she couldn't imagine anything more wonderful. But when she felt the smooth rubbery head of Grandpop's hardened penis touching at the flower-like lips of her pussy from behind, she knew that that was even better! Her mouth was already enclosed around the soft spongy tip of her Daddy's cock, and he was holding onto her head, making it move just the way he wanted it. She thought the rising flesh would choke her, but somehow she managed to get all of it in her mouth! She could hear her father groan as she sucked hard.
"Yes, SUCK, SUCK IT LITTLE BABY!! ! " Dennis called out, completely out of his head with lust.
Judy squealed when her grandfather's hard cock played momentarily against and then wormed slowly up inside her tiny, but already sperm-lubricated pussy, but since her mouth was full at the time, she did not know whether or not her father had noticed!
Behind her, Tom did not care who noticed. He was in a befogged state of complete sexual arousal, which created a total derangement of his faculties. Grasping his long rod in his hand, he began to slide it in and out of her upraised, velvety young pussy, letting the hard pulsating head appear and reappear with rhythmic regularity. He ground it slowly in and out of the tight, cum-moistened channel, while Judy uttered cries of pleasure all around her father's cock. The massive head of Tom's cock moved inward, in a slow teasing motion, emerging and submerging in powerful strokes, penetrating up to the very hilt, so that his balls slammed each time against the little girl's trembling thighs. Looking down, he could see the marvelous sight of her twin white ass cheeks, and below, his purplish-colored cock burying itself with regularity deep into the slippery depths below!
Smiling lewdly, he placed his forefinger in the deep split of her buttocks, searching out and finding the tiny puckered anus that nestled within. He pushed, and let his finger sink to the first joint, feeling her give a start below him.
"OH, GOD . . . BABY, GOD!! ! ! ! " his son-in-law cried out! And Tom could tell that what he did with Judy from behind was having an effect on what she did to her father's thick cock in her mouth!
He laughed out loud, and continued fucking into her, pushing so hard now, so that her buttocks flattened against her hipbones and her entire backside was nearly lifted into the air with each thrust. Her tight, unused little anus stretched to allow his finger to slip in all the way, and he twisted it this way and that, reveling in the dual fucking he was giving his little granddaughter.
Dennis opened his eyes. The male laugh that had filled the room brought him out of his rapturous trance, and he realized once more with horror that it wasn't Marsha he was making love with, nor was it just any girl off the streets . . . it was his own little girl.. . his own daughter, Judy!! !
He grabbed hold of her head, and pulled her upward, separating her mouth from his beet-red cock and abruptly ending the fantastic sensations that had surrounded it.
"NO . . . WE'VE GOT TO STOP THIS!" he cried.
As he lifted his head, he looked behind Judy and saw his father-in-law pumping lewdly in and out of her from behind!
"OH, GOD, NO!! ! ! ! " he screamed. But Judy bobbed her head back down to warmly and wetly cover the neglected head of her father's penis with her tightly stretched lips, sending a new surge of desire through his loins that forced his head back down against the mattress. Judy sucked for all she was worth, knowing that she would have to make it good in order to avoid at least temporarily a terrible confrontation between her father and her grandfather.
Behind her, Tom was lost in his own world, never losing a stroke as his loins slapped against the roundness of his granddaughter's buttocks.
In, in, in, he burst giving it his all, like a man possessed! while Dennis felt himself cumming with a superhuman force, right into his daughter's wide open mouth. Everything was slipping out from under him as he came, and he knew that by letting loose this way he was giving in to a horrible conspiracy . . . something between his child and her grandfather! Yet he couldn't help himself.. . he had to let loose the full impact of his hotly spewing jism, let loose what seemed to be all of the white-hot lava in his balls. It flew out in gushing waves, splashing against the back of her throat, little bits of it dribbling out of the side of her mouth as she groaned at the sensation of having both her mouth and her vagina filled with cum . . . for Grandpop had let loose his own semen with a bloodcurdling yowl. She gulped down the hot thick cum that had spurted down her throat, knowing for the first time its warm male taste, while her so recently inexperienced vagina clasped hotly at her grandfather's orgasm, effectively starting her own.
"Good heavens, there's not a single light on in the house!" Marsha pulled into the driveway in her little VW, looking at the dark windows with a puzzled expression.
She cut her motor and started toward the house. As she passed the bedroom window, which was open slightly, she thought she heard a strange noise and stopped to listen.
She heard the unbelievable words of climax coming from her daughter's mouth, and decided she had to be mistaken. Hurriedly she entered the house, and ran to the back bedroom. As she burst in the door the three of them, her daughter, her father and her husband, were lying in a heap on the bed. Only her father was fully clothed, but his spent penis hung lewdly from his open fly, and he wore a smug expression of satisfaction on his face. The same expression was echoed on Dennis's face . . . but the worst.. . the most horrible of all, was the way her own daughter looked. Sprawled nakedly across her father and with her hands clasping Grandpop's penis!
The gruesome scene far surpassed anything that Marsha could have imagined in her wildest nightmares! She gasped and took a step backward, and then she heard a piercing scream. It was only a short while later that she realized that it belonged to her. She was standing in the doorway screaming over and over again, her voice high-pitched and strident.
Dennis jumped up and leapt from the bed, his naked genitals swinging lewdly to and fro as he approached his wife. She began hitting out at him immediately, and he grabbed hold of her fists. Then he avoided her feet and knees as she tried to get him in the shins and then in the groin.
"YOU BASTARD . . . YOU DIRTY, DIRTY BASTARD . . . ! " she cried, tears of rage streaming down her face. "AND YOU.. . YOU.. . ! ! ! "
"Shut up . . . just shut up, Marsha!! ! " Dennis yelled. On the bed behind her Judy and her grandfather, Tom, sat up, as uncertain just what to do under the circumstances.
When Dennis began to slap Marsha hard across the face, Judy clung to her grandfather fearfully.
"Oh, Grandpop! What's going to happen?! ! ! "
"I don't know.. . " Tom said hesitantly.. . . "I just don't know!"
Marsha thought she was going crazy. She screamed hysterically. Nothing mattered but getting away from the madman her husband had become, either that or perhaps killing him! Yes, she thought.. . all she could really do under the circumstances was kill somebody!! !
"DIRTY ROTTEN MEN! ALL OF YOU . . . EVEN MY OWN FATHER . . . MY OWN.. . FATHER!"
Tom trembled beneath his daughter's glare, as she looked over Dennis's shoulder at him. Dennis had her backed against the wall now, his naked body pressing against her. Her neatly tailored suit was a crumpled mess, and her blouse was half off.
"IT'S NOT HIS FAULT MOM!" Judy cried.. . . "I made him do it! BOTH OF
THEM!"
"It's not true, I don't believe it!" Marsha wailed, still trying to claw out at her husband. "You let me go!! "
Dennis flattened himself against her flailing body, and by now angry himself at her, he bit into her shoulder with an animal-like growl.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" Marsha screamed, gasping indignantly. To her surprise, she felt Dennis reaching behind her grabbing hold of her trembling buttocks through the lightweight material of her skirt. Their eyes met briefly and the message that Marsha read there sent what felt like a thousand electrical volts ripping fearfully through her.
"NO!" she screamed. "NO!" But it was really already too late. Marsha felt weak in the knees, and all the tension and anger inside her turned to something quite different. She couldn't really control what was happening . . . almost as if it were happening to another person! The pseudo-masochistic pattern that had been firmly established between the two of them throughout the years of their marriage, reared its ugly head like a monster from the depths, and ignoring the rest of their family behind them, husband and wife began the strange interplay of emotions as though they were alone in the room!
Marsha could feel his hands bunching up the fabric of her skirt, so that it crept upward over her curvaceously flaring hips. His heavy breathing came moistly into her ear, and she herself tried to catch her breath and to regain some kind of sanity in the midst of chaos . . . but it was a futile effort. He had already uncovered the roundness of her buttocks, covered only by a flimsy pair of nylon panties, and beneath those panties, she could feel herself growing shamefully moist between her thighs.
As Dennis felt her body slacken against him, his hands grew rougher, and he began to slam himself up against her, the rampant hardness of his penis skidding against her belly forcing her backwards with a steady bang against the wall.
"It's all your fault, bitch . . . your fault!" he cried, moving his fingers, inserting them beneath the thin elastic of her excitedly drenched panties, caressing the moist firm globes of her nether cheeks.
"Oh, God," Marsha thought, "I'm some kind of monster . . . a perverted monster!" Her disheveled hair fell forward into her eyes, and through her blurring tears she could see the faces of her daughter and her father, observing her humiliation. She couldn't even admit to herself how much this very humiliation excited her! It was absurd, and she knew it. But when Dennis's finger reached the inner cleft of her silky-haired cunt, she groaned with desire.
To Dennis's distorted mind, it was all Marsha's fault.. . . She had, after all, disobeyed him by going to that damned meeting . . . and he never would have done the things he did with little Judy had Marsha stayed home where she belonged!! ! He had to do something to her right then and there to make her atone for the dreadful thing that had happened. No longer mindful of anyone but his voluptuous wife of thirteen years, Dennis twirled her about with one motion of his hands, and just as suddenly forced her to bend over in front of him.
"This is your punishment!" he said, flipping her panties downward with a deft flick of each thumb, revealing the moonlit globes of her cushiony ass cheeks as he easily contained her with his hands on her arched-up hips. Dennis grabbed his long prick in his hand and approached the nakedly seeping pussy that stood open before it. The thick foreskin of his cock had slid all the way back and the bulging tip of his penis was wet with fluids that were constantly exuded from it. He touched it to the trembling pink opening of her pussy and then began to work the head about, teasing the exposed entrance and making Marsha jump and try to move away from him. But he grasped her and brought her back toward him, sliding the thick head up into the tight, fearfully pulsating sheath of her cunt.
"NNNuuuuuuuuugngngh! Open your cunt and let it ALL the way in!! " he bellowed, feeling her tight vagina pressuring in futile resistance around his invading penis.
"OOnnnnnnno . . . DENNIS NO!" Marsha groaned pitifully and sloped forward, almost losing her balance completely until she supported herself by putting her hands out flat on the floor.
The entire length of her husband's cock was stuffed so high in her trembling pussy that Marsha felt like her vaginal canal had been lengthened by several inches. He just let it lie there inside her and it was as if someone had shoved a baseball bat up in there! His thighs pressed tight up against her buttocks, and Marsha felt momentarily as though she were going to be sick to her stomach.
A sound had done it, for now, although her face was turned away from the bed, she could distinctly hear her twelve-year-old daughter's child-like voice emitting tiny mewls of pleasure that could only come from sexual excitation.
The renewed realization that her father and her daughter were watching her being fucked like a whore picked up off the streets made her begin to shake all over with fury. But her ears were also burning with the loud fleshy smacks of her husband's loins grinding up against the soft-yielding flesh of her buttocks from behind, and within seconds she was beside herself, her defenseless cunt open wide as possible in lewd invitation to her husband to continue his relentless fucking. Over and over she cried out, "No!" but the word no longer had the same impact and it was clear to everyone in the room that a powerful but involuntary orgasm was rising inside her.
"MMMNNNGNGAAAAHHOHGOOD GOOO-OOOD!! ! ! " The brutal stabbing of her aroused pussy created waves of expanding pleasure in her womb. Her orgasm seemed to be lasting an eternity! Behind her, Dennis gazed down at the rounded white mounds of her behind, enjoying their wondrous sight of them quivering and quaking to each pounding blow as she kneaded them hotly in his hands.
Tom had begun to play with Judy's little pussy again. The lascivious vibrations in the room were contagious, and the two of them were highly aroused by the sight of Dennis and Marsha coupling like two rutting dogs in the middle of the room! It was certainly different from just listening to them from another room, or even from watching them through a keyhole. They were right there in the flesh in front of Tom and his petite granddaughter.. . and what was more, they both knew they were being observed.
All the stops were pulled out! Tom jumped down from the bed just as Marsha began to roll her head around, letting her pale blonde hair fly in all directions while Dennis evoked still another climax within her traitorously accepting cunt.
Marsha was roused from the tingling aftermath of her wailing orgasm by the beginnings of another. HE WAS STILL PUMPING INTO HER! Amazed, she raised her head a bit, surprised by the fact that Dennis hadn't cum when she had. But to her utter confusion what she saw directly in front of her were two softly hanging testicles and a long muscular pair of legs. Then the excitedly pulsating head of her father's cock appeared directly in front of her face.
"DAD!" she started to protest, but before the word could come out, her open mouth was completely stuffed with her father's vibrantly throbbing rod.
She could see him bending down lewdly . . . flexing his knees in order to have his cock positioned directly in front of her mouth. She struggled to swallow the excess saliva that had built up in her mouth. She felt like she was strangling since she couldn't close her widely stretched mouth, and her father was shoving his big cock directly into the back of her throat, forcing itself all the way to the entrance of her gullet! It felt obscenely warm and sticky and after managing to overcome her initial impulse to gag, Marsha felt like laughing! Something snapped inside her! The whole thing was too ludicrous for words! They were certainly all candidates for the madhouse . . . and she was no better than the rest of them! Her dear sedate father, whose word had been her command for all her childhood, was now fucking into her, his own daughter's mouth like a sex maniac! And obviously both her husband and her father had been ravishing little Judy half senseless! What was the world coming to!! ! ? Oh God, if they could just see her now at Women's Lib!
The utter and complete debasement of what was happening sent a charge of perverse pleasure through her sweat-glistening body . . . the crumpled skirt of her suit was bunched way up around her waist, while the short bolero jacket and her blouse hung askew in a bedraggled fashion. Her inflamed nerve endings began to respond all over again to the two pricks that fucked crazily into her . . . one at either end!
Again she felt another personality take hold of her. If they thought they were going to get away with doing this to her they were very wrong! She could be just as perverse, just as wanton and disgusting as the male members of her family . . . if not more so! And as for poor little Judy . . . well she would have to instruct her in the same defensive tactics as quickly as possible! Suddenly she began to suck and lick at her father's burgeoning member, feeling it grow even harder inside her mouth as it responded to her tongue's caresses. She gobbled at it as though she were hungry for its taste.. . as though she wanted to swallow it whole! Her father's hands clasped her head holding it stationary while behind her, her husband groaned as he felt Marsha's vaginal lips pushing back, trying to enclose more and more of his wildly stroking cock.
"OH MARSHA!" Tom cried, "OH MY LITTLE GIRL!"
At that moment, Marsha recalled the time in her childhood when her father had caught her fingering herself on the sofa of their living room. She had blocked out the painful memory until this very moment . . . but now it came back in vivid detail. She remembered how her father had watched her while he forced her to continue satisfying herself.. . and now as an adult, she knew why he had made her put on that lewd performance! Just the thought made her start to cum again, and she sputtered her excitement all around her father's thick, ever-growing cock.
As she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, a crescendo of emotions exploded within her. She was caught between the two penises she most loved in the world . . . yes, but she had them just where she wanted them! Oh, yes, she thought, feeling herself floating to the crest of the enormous waves
. . . oh, God, I've never felt anything like it! Myriads of stars twinkled and then exploded behind her eyelids. Her cunt convulsed tautly around her husband's cock . . . and now she could feel him cumming too, cumming right into her orgasm, the white foamy cum splashing up onto her cervix.. . . IT FELT SO WET AND WONDERFUL! Her abused and seeping pussy contracted with hungrily clenching spasms milking the climaxing cock until there was no more juice left . . . while in her mouth, her father's prick let loose a thick jet of semen directly into her throat. She gulped it down thirstily, loving it as Tom's penis completed its wild climax with small spasmodic twitches.
Marsha moaned and let shivers of delight course through her. Above her she heard, "OOOOOHHH HH-honey . . . honey I'M CUMMING! AT LAST I'M CUMMING RIGHT INTO YOUR DARLING MOUTH!" While behind her Dennis wailed . . . "I LOVE YOU BABE . . . I LOVE YOU AND YOUR SWEET PUSSY!"
On the bed, Judy fingered herself furiously, her small fingers plying the delicate folds of her pussy with impatience.
"OH WOW!" she said as she started to add her orgasm to the multiple total of the group.. . . "OH WOW!"
* * *
It was almost daylight when Judy lifted her head from the silken depths of her mother's golden cunt and smiled peacefully. The tender communication between the two women was made complete by their mutually satisfied pussies. Marsha was still gently licking at the folds of her daughter's naked little baby-cunt where it was positioned directly above her face. Her breasts were softly rubbing along the smooth skin of Judy's belly, while Judy's pubescent tits were impressed in her mother's rounded stomach.
After talking with her daughter briefly and hearing how the young girl actually had been responsible for seducing both her grandfather and her father . . . Marsha had decided that she didn't need to teach her anything about how to get along in a chauvinistically male world. She already knew enough to give her mother some lessons! Even though Judy's battle was against all adults, rather than men, her tactics were certainly worth studying!
Marsha felt very pleasantly tired, and as her tongue slipped lazily upward into the pink petals of Judy's pussy, she thought how nice it would be to take a good hot bath and to sleep in the bosom of her newly united family. But just as she was about to suggest this, she felt a familiar touch at the entrance of her satiated cunt. The men must have returned to the room!
Tom let his rejuvenated cock slip wetly up into his daughter's sperm-flooded pussy. "Just one more time!" he said, chuckling.
"OOOoooohhh!" Marsha moaned, as she felt the huge throbbing head inflaming her insides all over again. "Oh, Dad!" and as the smooth rubbery tip thudded wonderfully hard against her cervix, Judy put her head back down and began to suck at her mother's clitoris again.
Looking up, Marsha saw another cock. It had to be Dennis! While her tongue snaked upward to Judy's pussy, Dennis slid his enormous rod into his twelve-year-old daughter's already hungrily clenching little vagina.
Marsha closed her eyes again. She hadn't thought she would be able to ever cum again . . . but now she knew that she would. Perhaps, she thought, there was no limit to the amount of times a woman could cum! She wondered briefly whether the same could be said of men, before forgetting all about it as every fiber of her body and mind responded to the sweet family fucking and sucking!
Epilogue
Tom waved at his family as he went down the walk. They all stood at the front door waving after him. He could see that there were tears in Marsha's eyes and that little Judy was openly sobbing. Dennis made a V-for-victory and peace sign, and Tom returned it. For a minute he thought he might just turn around and go back to them. It was really hard to leave after all the wonderful times they had had together in the last few weeks! But he realized that he would be seeing them pretty frequently, and even with the incredible nature of the understanding between them all, it was still better for in-laws to have their own homes!
He got into the car he had rented until he was able to buy a new one, and looked back one more time at the tearfully smiling girls. Marsha and Judy with their long golden hair shining in the sunlight, smiled back at him.
"God," he thought, "I can't stay away too long!" But miraculously enough, after he had kept his appointment with Ed Jamison's firm the older man had been impressed with Tom's capabilities and was able to arrange a good executive position for him with the company. They had furnished him with a very nice apartment in the city, and it didn't look as if Tom was going to have any more problems for awhile.
"Come back soon! Grandpop!" Judy cried.
"Yes . . . come for dinner Sunday!" Dennis called.
"Good-bye, Dad . . . we love you!! ! ! " Marsha shouted.
Tom started the car and waved one last time before driving off.
Dennis put his arm around his wife and daughter. "There goes a good man!" Dennis said.
"Yes," Marsha said, thinking, and there aren't too many left!
"Hurry!" little Judy said, pulling them both by the hand toward the bedroom, "let's have a quickie before lunch!"
Dennis and Marsha smiled at each other, but each one was flushed and overheated and anxious to know the delights of their daughter's insatiable pussy again!
"Coming, dear . . . we're coming!" they laughed in unison!
