Both girls looked startled. "No!" Jan cried. "Come on," said Vivian.
"Would you like to see some pictures?" Mark Taylor asked. He smiled expansively at the two daughters of Sam Rogers that sat in his restaurant enjoying the luncheon special. They were on a break together from their work in their father's store, which was just across the street and up a few places from Taylor's eating place.
"You mean," said Vivian, the oldest, "that our father who hopes to run for the school board-and maybe even later the City Council-"
"-and Mom who gets shook up by any HINT of sex were once NUDISTS?"
She shook her head. "Mr. Taylor, you've got the wrong Sam and Anna Rogers."
"HARDLY. I've known both your folks since before the two of you were born. You're twenty-one, Vivian, right? And, Jan, you're nineteen. Nope, No mistake. Sam used to tell me that the first time he ever laid eyes on your mother she was stark naked. He laughed about it. Said it sped up their romance. It was a long time later he got stuffy."
"I can't believe this," said Vivian. "You say you have PICTURES?"
"Yep. In an old nudist magazine."
"There's sure nothing like that in any of the family albums," said Jan, She had a light blush on her face now. She seemed more shaken than her older sister. "I think you're putting us on, Mr. Taylor. It must be somebody that looked a little like them. We've got the most uptight parents in Cleveland, BELIEVE ME."
She finished the last two bites of her sandwich, swilled down the last of her coke. "\ don't care much for your jokes, Mr. Taylor. Viv-I'm heading back I'll see you at the store."
"So how come you knew about it?"
"I was there too. But I didn't stay long. I kept getting hard-ons."
Vivian was more used to the outspoken ways of the old family friend than Jan. She passed that up and said that she might be interested in seeing the pictures. It really turned her head around to think of her parents in a nudist camp context. Of course, nudists were actually supposed to be like religious groups, very proper and moral and all that, devoted to the sun and healthy life. Still-"How's your mother, Viv? Still in the hospital?" Mark asked the question as he led her to his office down one hall of his coffee shop.
Vivian sighed. "The news is ALL bad-"
Two weeks before, her mother had suffered a bad fall from a ladder irr the Rogers' grocery store. At first it had looked like a simple collar-bone break, but there had been complications. And then MORE complications.
"We have to send her to a special bone clinic that Western Reserve University runs up near Ashtabula," Vivian explained. "She may even have to go to the Mayo Clinic. She could be gone a month, maybe all summer."
"That must cost a lot."
"And it puts a big load on Dad and the two of us," she replied. "It's going to be a rotten summer. Dad counted on the summer to get his politics started, too. It's a royal MESS."
But Mark must know all this. The old friends saw each other almost every day-Mark at the store or Sam at the restaurant. She felt puzzled by Mr. Taylor's special interest in the Rogers family today. Taylor was ALWAYS out for himself and seldom signed free luncheon tabs. As for this nudist business-how come he'd mentioned it just today?
Despite the litter in his office, Mr. Taylor came up with the magazine surprisingly FAST-as if he'd had it ready. It was one of those old-fashioned Sun Camp magazines that circulated so freely in the ancient days before the sex revolution when there were few nudes to be seen or bought on open newsstands. The kind where somebody airbrushed out everything of erotic significance between the legs of the naked people.
Only sometimes they DIDN'T, even in those days and'Vivian felt a rush as she stood in Mr. Taylor's office and looked at the picture of her father and mother naked. Mrs. Rogers lay on a sun lounge and Sam was beside her, both of them grinning at the camera. You could see most of Sam's cock and part of her mother's muff. She feit a little dizzy standing there, staring at their unabashed nudity, frozen by the camera so many years ago. Especially she felt a twinge of heat between her legs to see the coil of her father's manhood. She'd never seen it in real life-but a whole nation HAD seen itl
Mark watched her carefully and then closing the magazine, handed it to her.
"Here, you can borrow this, Viv. Go ahead and show it to the old man. Be a good joke. He needs something to lighten his life right now, with that bad accident and all."
It seemed to her that the last thing in the world her father needed. But Mr. Taylor had a crude way of looking at the world. All you had to do was look at Marcy O'Brien, his hostess, to see the direction in which his mind worked.
"I'm not sure he'd want to be reminded," she said.
"Go ahead. There's a couple of more pictures of 'em in that book. Matter of fact, I took those pictures myself. I probably still even have the negs around here. And, Viv-tell Sam that I'm still interested in what we talked about at breakfast."
Aha! Something was up, all right. Mark sent some kind of message to her father through his daughters, but it was weird, real weird. The whole thing was weird, including this shock of finding out her parents had once been nudists.
Leaving his place, Vivian noticed a couple of guys hanging at the hostess desk, staring down Marcy's cleavage. That Marcy was something else again. She was a flashy redhead who dressed and acted like she had to have a man in the next twenty minutes. As a friend of Vivian's quipped "When you go in that place, you don't know whether to order food-or Marcy-to eat."
Vivian remembered her embarrassment the other night when Sam and his daughters had dropped in for dinner. Sam had patted Marcy's cute ass. Just like that! It was so unlike her proper father-but these were most unusual times for him and all of them. With Mom in the hospital, the three of them had to work harder in the store and share the cleaning of the apartment where they lived over the store, and so they'd begun to eat out a lot. Dad was pretty upset with everything just now. She could forgive him absently laying a quick hand on Marcy's rear. It practically had a sign on it anyway "Visiting hours," She giggled at that.
Back at the store, Jan had the cash register and Sam: was NOWHERE to be seen, so Vivian scooted out into the storeroom to give a closer look at the magazine. In the dimness and privacy of the gloomy place she felt a little tingle to be staring once again at her father's naked body and especially his penis. Wow, he was sure built great! He hadn't changed that much either. Working in the store, going to all the meetings he did, plus weekends on the Lake or in the woods, Sam Rogers at the age of forty-three was still a young man. That is, he seemed better looking and more vigorous to her than the young men she dated.
She quickly riffled through the magazine and found the other pictures. One was of her mother, with some other young girls leaping on a volleyball court, smaller in size. She felt more than a little embarrassed about that. The other was of Sam full length and close up partly turned away from the camera as he and the camera looked at a bevy of beauties lying there naked in the sun. That picture turned her on even MORE, though it didn't show his superb equipment. But it showed his full length body, including a bold shot of his ass, terrific male thighs and legs. She gave a gasp and felt her cunt begin to burn. That one was DEEPLY sexual!
"Did you get it? Let me see, let me see!" Jan cried hurrying up to her in the gloom of the storeroom.
"Hey, who's minding the STORE?" Vivian laughed as Jan practically tore the magazine from her hands.
"Nobody out there just now," Jan replied. She buried her face in the magazine and went: "Holy Crud! That IS something! Isn't that something, Viv? How can we deal with it?"
"What's to deal with?" laughed Vivian. She felt relieved to share the pictures with her sister. It almost SCARED her when she was alone and stared at them-as if she wanted to feel herself up and imagine all sorts of delicious things.
"Think of the young girls that must've creamed over this!" cried Jan. "I'll bet that plenty of them even masturbated."
"Oh, Jan," Vivian remonstrated. Her sister seemed to range from being very shy to being vulgar. She could never get used to that. It was the same with boy friends. Good-looking Jan got plenty of dates, but one guy would be crude and the next one shy as a bookworm. The only thing they had in common was short tenure. Most lasted about two dates. Vivian tended to have longer relationships, but they always seemed to go nowhere. Right now, with Mom's accident. Dad's nervousness and the extra work at the store, neither girl dated much.
"Look at that COCK!" Jan exclaimed, finding the other picture. "Holy Crud, I never KNEW-"
"Jan, stop it. You're just shocked and trying to cover it up."
"It's the first time I ever realized they had bodies and-did things," said Jan. "Viv, how can we handle this?"
"We could make dinner upstairs in the apartment tonight," laughed Vivian. "Then we could serve it to him-in the nude."
The fact was, Vivian worried greatly about her father. Since her mother had gone to the hospital, she sensed that Sam was turning into a real tomcat. Because of his personality, lots of women fell under his charm, but it did no good when Mrs. Rogers was about. The last few weeks had been different-Sam talked too long with some of the customers, female. He'd taken to throwing his arms about a lady's shoulders, or squeezing a waist. And there was that monkey business of patting Marcy's rear. Vivian feared that her father, deprived of his regular sex source, was going to get into trouble. Maybe if they pulled something radical like this it would shock him back to reality. But Jan would never go along with such a weird idea.
"That's a super great idea!" Jan cried out happily. "Serving dinner-in the NUDE. That way we could tell him we know. He's been paying too much attention to the women customers anyway. The other day Marcy O'Brien was in and she practically rubbed her, you know, tits against him. Her I don't trust." So Jan had noticed too. "It might shock him into realizing that he belongs to Rogers' women and keep him out of trouble," Vivian smiled.
"If YOU'VE got the nerve to do it, so have I,"
Jan nodded.
Vivian had to hurry up front because more customers came in, so she left Jan with the magazine and hurried back to business, thrilling to think of this neat way to tell Dad that he was forgetting his family. Alone she couldn't bring it off, but if Jan were willing-The Rogers store was of the vanishing breed of neighborhood establishments that had gone down under the impact of supermarkets. Yet just tike TV had not finished off radio stations, small markets continued to exist and some did quite well. Sam's ran a general grocery line, bigger than a large deli and smaller than a small supermarket. The location was okay-a working class neighborhood and Sam's personality did the rest. They made a comfortable living-except now they had heavy medical expenses, due to Mom's accident.
Sam had put some money by for his political campaign that fall.. The medical expenses would use that up, they were so high. But what worried Vivian worse was if her father kept changing like he had.
"People shop here because they like us," her mother often said. "We have to charge more than supermarkets. If anything ever happens to your father, it could get rough. VERY ROUGH!"
So Vivian was really worried if Sam fooled around with Marcy or any of the women customers that seemed to have an eye for him.
Sam came back from lunch at Taylor's, grim and serious, as he had been so often lately. Of course he had to drive up to Ashatabula that afternoon to see Mom,, but Vivian's heart went out to him. The poor guy really had a load to carry. He was such a golden man. He wasn't much over medium height, but he had a sturdy, trim body end a cowlick of sandy hair forever falling in his eyes. He had big, strong hands and almost a bedside manner. You felt he was Daddy to the world. Everybody told him their troubles, and shared their good news. With his energy and interest in people, he was a natural to do more in this world than run a small grocery, Vivian thought. It was just a rotten break that he was stuck with this accident problem right now.
"Will you be able to do the schoolboard thing this fall?" Vivian asked.
"It all depends on your mother," Sam said. "The money's bad, but we do have that tract of land out by the Cuyahoga River that I can maybe lease or sell. More than the MONEY, ft depends on whether Anna needs my personal attention this fall, and whether she can still work in the store like she has. Her needs have to come first." A few minutes later his head was bent to listen to old Mrs. Garber telling him her adventures with her pet dog and the postman, it was episode number one hundred and three, Vivian knew, but her father listened as if it were some important saga. As if he really cared. The truth was, he really DID care....
Dinnertime. The store closed at seven, but the last half hour was slow, so Vivian sent Jan upstairs to get the dinner started. Sam would be back shortly after the store closed, from his trip to see Mom. Tonight both girls were superexcited because of the surprise they were planning for their father.
Sam came in, tired and nervous, and went right to his room, once he was assured that the store downstairs was properly closed. He seemed pleased that they wouldn't have to eat out tonight. Eating out had begun to pall on all of them after a couple of weeks or so. Vivian and Jan hadn't stripped yet-they'd decided to wait until they called him to dinner.
Vivian paced back and forth in her Own room, wondering if they'd ever have the nerve to do it. She had taken a shower and stripped down to her panties and bra, and now the dinner was ready, the time had come. She went to the door that connected her bedroom with Jan's and lifted a fist to knock. Then she heard sounds that told her she'd better not, just yet.-"Uh, ahhh, ohhh," came the muffled exclamations from that next room. Little sister Jan was getting it off! Vivian blushed and grinned. Here lately her dear sister had been long of the tooth, or to put it more crudely, hot of the cunt. She'd faintly heard carnal sounds from that bedroom more than once, and it tickled her because once a year ago Jan had caught her fooling with herself in the bathroom. At that time Jan had been not only shocked, but outraged. Female masturbation she thought was ridiculous and Jan was quite ready to report Vivian's peculiarity to the folks. But she didn't. Vivian had convinced her that sometimes women could get horny too and required release. She had just finished an affair with Walt-and that had been a MISERABLE mess.
Vivian waited patiently before she again tapped on the door and opened it. She was a little too soon.
Jan lay naked on her bed, her legs spread, with the magazine near her, opened. She was in the dreamy post-coital state, and didn't even hear Vivian's knock or see her at the door. Her eyes were closed, her long, slim body elegantly spread as if a man had just crawled off her. She made a very pretty picture. Her long, golden hair was in disarray, and her pretty face still had the sex blush from her erotic activity. Both Rogers girls were blonde and had good features. Both had their mother's graceful jaw line and Scandanavian cheek hollows, with generous but not sloppy lips and turned-up chins with clefts. Even their noses were straight-short, no-nonsense.
Once, for fun, they'd compared their breastworks. It was astonishing how closely they resembled on another. Pink aureoles, slightly darker nipples, full and generous-they were equally endowed. One's breasts would've fit comfortably on the other's body. Vivian's belly was a little flatter than Jan's, because Vivian avoided that extra candy bar that. Jan couldn't always resist. The rest was similar-height, arms, hip roundness. That made it easy to switch clothes, which was fun. The real differences were that Jan's skin was slightly darker and more golden. She got out on the Lake more to work on her tan. Vivian's hair was lighter, more platinum than blonde, and their personalities were different. But whenever Vivian looked at Jan she felt she looked at herself. And was not displeased. Having good looks was a real advantage in a world where you had to scrabble to get attention.
Jan had not seen or heard her. Vivian sighed, closed the door, waited a few moments and knocked again louder. It was time to get the show on the road. .
In his room Sam Rogers puffed on his pipe and stared at the wall gloomily. It seemed like a serious run of bad luck had started the day Anna took that fall from the high ladder in the storeroom. In a way that had been his fault. He'd promised to go up there himself and clean off one of the air vents which was badly encrusted with dark dust woolies. But it seemed like every night he had a meeting with one or another of his clubs and he kept putting it off. Anna in her cleanliness obsession finally got the big ladder and tried to take care of it herself.
"I thought if I waited for you it would be Christmas," she told him after it happened.
Well, in a way it was a vacation for a hard-working wife; there was that good part of it. Poor Anna had carried a heavy load all last year as he extended his nighttime activities to build his image as a school board candidate.
A week after she was gone, Sam realized he had some new problems. He had never been able to satisfy himself completely with masturbation. He envied the people who did. There were times in his life he'd've given his good right arm to get it off by himself. There were times when a wife could drive you crazy. Wet dreams sadly came slowly for a man of his age. He considered himself weak and neurotic not to be able to enjoy himself as most men could-masturbation was a man's final guard of his personal integrity. Without it, he existed at the whim of the world, helpless and driven, not in full command.
By the second week he knew he'd never make it through Anna's absence. There'd have to be a woman. There were several of his customers that he could start something with-and each had a powerful negative attached. He did not want to destroy his marriage. Even a hooker represented danger with two daughters around and so many people knowing him.
There was, however, Marcy O'Brien at Taylor's. She'd made it perfectly clear more than once that she'd enjoy a bout in bed with him. Mark Taylor was safe, doubly safe, now that he wanted something from Sam. His old friend could be trusted. Marcy was not married. Marcy was cute, exciting, sexy. She was close by and something could be worked out so that nobody knew. He'd set it up at his late lunch today. Marcy would sneak into the darkness of the store down below when she got off at midnight. She understood why she couldn't come upstairs where the girls were. Why he couldn't risk a motel. All he had to do was make one short call to confirm that all signals were 'go.'
He looked forward to it with guilt, fear, and the heady anticipation of a boy going out on his first sex-for-sure date. It had been years and years, and the prospect turned him on like fury. He'd been faithful to Anna so long that he didn't even know how he'd react.
There was the other problem of what Mark Taylor wanted from him, but when he tried to focus on that all he saw were the soft, silken legs, and the well-shaped breasts of Taylor's hostess. Zow! He was really ready for action-A knock on his door.
"Dad. Dinner's ready!" called Vivian's voice.
He was grateful to the girls for taking the time and trouble to fix a hot meal at home. There'd been too much eating out or else packages brought in from chicken, pizza or hamburger fast food places. However, tonight he didn't think his mind would be much on food. His mind was on the soft throat and sensuous mouth of the girl at Taylor's...
The apartment the Rogers lived in was really more like a full home built on the second story. The store occupied the ground floor and was big enough to allow plenty of room for living upstairs. Rogers Grocery and the Jiving quarters were a complete, separate building. There were three bedrooms, a living room, a large kitchen, a study aad a large dining area big enough to be a dining room except that there were no walls. He ambled out to his place at the circular table and sat with a sigh in his favorite chair. Time to put troubles aside, visit with those great kids of his, and look forward to the later enjoyments of the evening...
"Dinner-"
"Ta-ra-"
"-is served-"
"Ta-ra-"
came the voices of the girls as they marched in from the kitchen. Sam smiled, started to say something, looked, gulped, and went white.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
His two daughters came in side by side each carrying a tray from Anna's silver set- Above each tray were two breasts, full and glorious and stark naked. Under each tray were two flat, naked bellies, punctuated with cute navels and then came the flare of rounded hips, bare.
The girls had not quite been able to risk full nudity. Each wore a brief bikini panty, and then came curving thighs, golden for Jan, silken for Vivian, and then bare calves and both were barefooted.
"Welcome to Camp Glow-Ray!" laughed Jan.
"This is your past, Sam Rogers!" cried Vivian. "Nudism returns to the family."
All of this nudity, especially when Sam had been thinking about sex anyway, stunned him. He stared at his two young daughters in horror and disbelief. Even as he started, he felt a mighty rush of excitement in his belly.
"WHAT-DO YOU THINK-YOU'RE DOING!"
"We learned today that you and Mom used to be nudists," Jan laughed.
"Yes, you met in the nude-guess what-you produced two daughters each with a nude gene of her own."
His face was white. He trembled all over, staring at the naked iusciousness spread before him.
"You ... stupid girls ... go put an___some clothes... at once."
It was horrifying to see the fun and laughter die from their faces as they stared at him, as they saw their mistake, as they saw his shock and embarrassment. They stopped. Father and nude daughters stared at each other.
Sam gave a cry of rage and came for them. Vivian stood her ground, but Jan, more frightened and shocked by his disapproval just tossed the food tray into the air and fled. The tray and its contents fell with a disastrous crash. Sam reached her and lashed out with a furious hand aimed at her NEAR naked backside. It struck her buttocks with a meaty 'whap' sound, and she howled like an Indian, burst into tears and fled into her room. Her door slammed and locked.
He knew he'd made a mistake at that instant. Jan was the moody one and when she got down on you that was it for weeks. His reaction had been swift, spontaneous-now he'd really done it.
"Oh, hell," he said, white-faced and turned back towards Vivian.
She had put her tray down carefully on the table and glared at him, white-faced, her fear, however, turning to anger.
"Mark Taylor told us you and Mom used to be nudists. He showed us pictures. It shouldn't shake you up. We only wanted to put some fun into some of these grisly old days."
"Oh, baby," he said, "oh BABY!"
He went to Vivian immediately trying to make amends for his outburst. He grabbed her and hugged her. Her nude breasts went against his chest. Her young loins forced tight to his belly.
"That rat-he shouldn't have done that-it was a buried secret-so long ago-I'd forgotten-we were all so young-it was kicks-and we really believed too-there was nothing wrong with it, but-Oh, Vivee, I'm so sorry I blew. You and Jan trying to lift me-yes, yes-"
Even as he tried to explain he realized he'd made a second mistake. The sight of all that sweet young flesh, his own aroused mood, did it. His cock began to harden as he held his oldest daughter. Not slowly either. One minute they embraced, and the next thing he knew his powerful stander dug into his daughter's belly, hot and hard.
Chapter Two
Sam wanted to let go of his sexy, nigh-nude daughter. Yet the thrills that possessed him held him there. His poor, unused cock had gone to an iron state in his pants sensing the proximity of that soft girl belly, barely concealed in bikini panties. He groaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy at that sweet embrace. He felt the roundness of her bare tits on his chest, through his shirt. He even imagined he felt the pressure of her hard nipples. Before he could control it, his hands across her bare back stroked and kneaded supple young flesh. Shocked as he was to find such a hot response to her young body within himself, he still enjoyed that hug.
Vivian didn't pull back either. She was no neophyte in sex. Walt hid changed all of that. She loved her father and was not embarrassed by the hug. What She did not expect was the swift and passionate response of his body to her nudity. Almost before she knew it she felt his penis go hard and press at her belly through his pants. She responded almost without thinking. She undulated her belly on that hard cock, aware that her own cunt had turned on. The burn and the creamy feeling came at the same time.
"Oh, Dad, poor Dad. You NEED sex!"
"No, no, I was simply ... it was just..." He knew he had to break off that hug, especially when the girl began to gyrate her belly sexily against his cock. Vivian seemed neither surprised nor shocked. In fact, she seemed ... willing.
It felt so great. Here lately he'd gotten away from a lot of sex with his wife. It seemed as if his political ambitions served in place of it. So even when Anna was around he wasn't exactly fucked out. There were times in life when you did things you weren't supposed to do, and kept on doing them for a while in spite of it.
Vivian's body heat magnificently warmed him and she put a set of velvet lips to his ear to whisper.
"Go on-you have to get it off."
"Vivian, NOOO, I-"
He made a half-hearted effort to let go of her but she only pressed against him harder.
"Men need relief. Walt taught me that. I'll help you-any way you want."
"No, Vivee. l^-weeee-" He shook all over in his attempt to force himself to end that deeply sexual, golden embrace. His hungry cock would not let him go.
"Put your hands-lower," she whispered. Her breath, so close to his ear was an added, sweet sex torture. Her voice at his ear vibrated and with her hot breath made him shiver. Hypnotized, in spite of himself, he ran his hands down over the girl's rounded ass. .
He'd never touched anything that felt so good. Both his daughters had sexy little rumps. Kneading the satin flesh with only the bikini covering made his cock thrill more. He felt her buttocks tense and relax, tense and relax, as she ground her pelvis against his cock. The little devil masturbated him in his pants with her flat little belly.
"Ahhh, now, noooo," he protested.
Vivian had gone HOT, HOT, HOT. She felt her cunt go slippery and stain the small piece of cloth between her legs. Her face blushed and her eyes sparkled. Her breasts, tight on her father's chest, glowed with excitement. Her cunt moved against his cock and bails giving a teasing action to her clitoris.
"I want it... I want you ... we CAN do it," she cried in an excited whisper.
He sensed her rising heat. He still rode his cock up and down on her moving belly. A warning in his mind told him that he poised over dark, murky waters where beasts of horror lived. If he stopped now, it was still an embarrassment-but he could avoid the shock of playing sexually with his own daughter.
"No," he said. "We can't, Vivian. My God, Jan's just in the next room."
It was the WRONG thing to say and he realized it as fast as he said it. It told her that he wanted to relieve his rod but that he feared discovery. He'd meant to tell her that it was morally wrong.
"Oh, she won't come out. She's locked her door," said Vivian. "Put your hands down ...
lower."
He knew what she meant and he thrilled, thrilled again to realize he could touch his daughter's cunt. There are small factors in life that make the difference in the acts people do. If Vivian had worn ordinary panties, Sam would've been able to stop himself. The bikini was like no panties at all, there was so little cloth. Just like when he'd spanked Jan, it had seemed to him that he struck her bare butt. His longer fingers seemed to slip into Vivian's crotch almost without command from his brain.
His fingers ran into hot girl jelly that seemed to burn him. He felt the lips of her cunt, swollen and wet.
"Oh, that feels SO fucking good," she cried.
She heard his gasp of surprise. He understood in a flash that she was hot for him and wanted sex. Whatever he wanted, she was ready. His fingers working into her box sent fires and delicious flames racing up her belly. She gave a moan of sexual desire and began to kiss the skin around his neck, thrusting her body tighter to his, gyrating her loins even faster on his prick. His fingers slid deeper into her hot, wet cunt. Now they could press her pelvis from the inside and increase the pressure on his cock.
Father and daughter were temporarily caught in one fantastic rush of carnal desire, masturbating each other.
"Ahhh, Vivian. Oh, nooo-what we're dooo-ing."
"Good, good, good," she insisted. -"We'll stop-in just a second-" the thrilled man gasped aloud.
"S-s-sure," said Vivian.
She was ahead of him. It seemed to her she floated on silver shoes along the top of clouds. Until that embrace she hadn't realized how much she loved her father and wanted sex with him to confirm it. That nudist magazine was the catalyst. Before that she had not been able to imagine Sam as carnal. Afterwards, he became a FULL-FLEDGED stud, in the hours since noon she'd gotten horny for her father's prick and now she reveled in the knowledge that she could fulfill her desire.
She leaned back a tittle and undid the zipper of his pants. The big club of his prick popped out and into her hand, hard as steel, warm as fire.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," she breathed passionately.
"Ahhh, NO, Vivian," he protested.
Yet as she leaned back there were her breasts, full, warm, and with those big nipples peaked up with petulant desire. He groaned but he had to feel them, feel one with his free hand. It curved over the graceful, naked globe and her nipple dug into his palm. Down below his cock, free of his pants, dry-throbbed in Vivian's small hand.
"Eat them. Eat my tits," she passionately begged, crazy to turn on his male passion past the point of any return. Holding his hard rod in her hand, she was driven right up the wait of pleasure. It was her hard-on. She'd driven her father to an ecstasy of desire for her. She squeezed his powerful prick and felt the soft skin slip over hard muscle as she jacked him off.
"Uuuu, uuu," he stuttered in his hot delight at this bare-handed contact. It felt twice as good to rub his cock in her fist instead of inside of his pants. He was almost out of control now, the outside world dimming in the fierce lust that possessed him. He didn't think he was a passionate man but at that moment he felt as if he had to ejaculate or die.
He had left off frigging her. He turned his attention to her velvety breasts, first kneading them and then with a cry of anguish at his beast hunger, bending to suck her nipple with his mouth.
"Awww, God!" she breathed in ecstasy.
Vivian felt her knees going weak. She could jack herself off with one hand and simultaneously jack off Sam with the other, trading those hands to bring new cunt honies from her box to grease his prick. In a few moments she was going to spread her legs, going to take that gorgeous stander right up into her belly. She knew it would be fatal to move from the spot, even to go to the sofa in the other room It had to be done here and now while the wild BEAST raged within her father.
Sam went on eating her breasts, making obscene sucking sounds. How OFTEN he'd caught glimpses of her cleavage and wondered what her lovers thought of them, and how they enjoyed them. Well, WALTER PRICE anyway. Vivian had not had a lot of lovers. He'd hated young Price for being able to dip into his girl's sex well. That made him relish even more this use of her charms.
Time stood still for him as he lived in a world of golden pleasure. He couldn't last much longer. His body had flowed through all the stages of hot rising sexuality and now he felt tight and crazed, ready to burst his seed. Only dimly did he regret attacking his own daughter. His need was so great and his pleasure so deep that he closed his mind to that.
"Hot, hot, and GOING," he managed to say.
"Me, too, Dadf I LOVE this!"
He felt his cock pulled to the girl's warm cunt. It slid between her legs, NOT inside of her, but along her cunt as if it were a teeter-totter board-that her crotch rested on. The heat and the slide of it made him begin to gasp, stiffen and go crazy.
"Ah, baby, noooo. Not inside. Can't allow-feels so good."
"Oh, Dad, I want ypu inside!"
Vivian felt the greatest sex stirrings she'd ever experienced. She wanted the warm bath of his jism inside of her body and the thought of it brought her right to the - brink of her own surrender to lust.
"No, no, can't-" he keened. There was just one grain of restraint left in him. He must not seed his own daughter's belly! Yet she held his cock tight and tried to force it up her cunt, spreading her legs to receive his missile. He gave a great, greasy groan of utter delight. That rough handling frictioned his cock to the ultimate glory. His eyes bugged out and his stomach muscles locked. "Ga-ooo-ING!" he sang. He pulled back and pressed his cock once again on the outside of her springy, warm belly. Magnificent sensations paralyzed his belly as he rose to spending. He gave some more grunts of intense pleasure-then he released his wad with involuntary, powerful spurts up her body, the quaking cock held between their bellies. Those rocket blasts shot up with wet, body hot come between her breasts. Wham, wham, wham.
He had to give a tense laugh in relief at the extreme good feeling of his jerking spend. Gout after gout of seed, prisoned so long in his body, shot up her flesh and foamed as he got it off. He dug his fingers back into her cunt, which was easy to do now because she had worked her bikini panties down onto her thighs. He plunged his fingers into her box as if to apologize for masturbating off on her belly.
Vivian walked right up on her toes at the rush of pleasure his fingers brought. The feel of his burning sperm on her flesh tumbled her over into could-go to jail just for what we've done."
"Nobody needs to know," she said pragmatically.
She went and dressed and he had to change clothes too. They cleaned up the mess, got Jan from her sulky depression, stretched out on her bed and Sam apologized and they finally had dinner. Sam tried to explain to his two daughters that, yes, he and Anna had once been nudists long ago, but it wasn't dirty or anything like that. Many young, idealistic couples felt the world would be better off if there was. less hypocrisy, and if nothing else people in the nude were all equal. Besides that, when nudity was accepted it took away tfie "dirty" feeling many had about sex.
"Why did you drop it?" asked Vivian.
Sam explained that later on people realized that the world just didn't accept certain things like that, so he and Anna dropped out.
The dinner wasn't a success. Jan remained sullen and Vivian felt too guilty about what had happened, seeing how her father now avoided her eyes. It would be absolutely terrible if Jan ever suspected the wild thing they'd done.
The girls left, Jan for a date, Vivian to withdraw to her room to play with her favorite hobby, painting. When she was troubled or some crashing big thing happened, she liked to withdraw into that world.
Sam, in his room, paced and puffed his pipe vigorously. He was still shocked to the core at the near-incest he'd had with Vivian. He hadn't realized how hungry his body was for love. Far from giving up the date with Marcy, he realized now that he must go through with it. He needed a safety valve for sure, or he'd be jumping his own daughters on some dark night in the near future... so he made the call to Marcy.
Jan hit Taylor's with her date about eleven-thirty. She had not wanted to date Walt Price because of the heavy thing he'd had with her sister, At the same time she was intrigued and even a little excited to date her sister's ex-boyfriend without Vivian knowing. So far not much had happened on the two dates before. They talked, they drank beer, they cruised. He asked a lot of questions about her family. She began to think he was trying to figure a way to get back with Vivian, but tonight she wasn't so sure. He seemed morose, depressed and didn't make a single pass at her. Before, she'd had to repulse him rather severely.
"Baby, I dig you," he'd said.
"Before we get into any of that stuff I have to know why you cracked up with Viv, and if you're stillinterested in her."
"Not interested," he said.
Tonight they drove into Taylorfs parking lot and parked. The restaurant was closed but the small bar was still open. It wasn't much of a place, and, being underaged, Jan wasn't supposed to go in. Walt asked her to wait in the car-he had to see somebody. He took off and Jan sat there puzzling about his strange mood-when the bar door opened and a woman came out. She tried to light a cigarette, and she had lots of trouble. Jan sat up, with interest. It was Marcy O'Brien, and she was loaded to the gills. The poor woman couldn't even apply a match to her smoke. Amused and contemptuous, Jan watched her make several attempts and then give up in disgust and throw the cigarette away. Then Marcy staggered right out into the street. "OHHHHH!" Jan gasped. She was out of the car in a flash. Traffic wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light, either. Marcy could get killed staggering across the street like that. Jan didn't like her but she didn't want to see the young wortan killed. She ran out and grabbed Marcy back from a staggering walk on the street.
"Hey] Marcy. This isn't a sidewalk."
Marcy peered at her under the streetlight and grinned.
"Hello, there! Hey, I know you! Can't call your name-but I grab that face. Don't you hook around here? Dolly, you're Dolly."
"I'm not 'Dolly.' I'm-"
"Lissen, Dolly, ol' girl, do me a big favor, huh? See that store over there, Rogiss? Belongs to Sam Rogiss. Wife's in the hospital. Guy wants a big, fat suck."
Marcy leaned against Jan and laughed. "He's a nice looking ol' buddy. No big deal. Jes' sneak in 'is back door and give 'um the vaccum, huh. Not sure I an make it."
"Sam Rogers-wants you-in the store?" gasped
Jan.
"All set up. Fine guy. Frenna my boss. Wife's in the housepetal. Dolly, you do this for me, huh? I'm a little too swoggled, y'know."
Jan was struck durrb. Her Dad-meeting this cheap little sexpot secretly-Marcy must be wrong.
"You've got the wrong cowboy," she said, her face coloring. "Sam Rogers wouldn't do that."
"Oh, wooden he? Been after me, two days, Dolly. All secret. Daughters not to know. They sleep upstairs. You go inna door by alley. Meet downstairs inna store, inna dark. Quick cocksuck-fooo-you're gone! Guy mus' be floading, wife's been away inna hopskittle."
Heart thumping, Jan walked the woman back to Walt's car, Marcy moving on boneless legs. She was really high.
"Not well," shuddered Jan. "I don't want to get to know her well."
Marcy hadn't heard that. She balanced as well as she could against the fender of Walt's car and went through the futile act once more of trying to light her cigarette.
"You know her, Walt?"
"-Uh. I've seen her, Jan. Just when Vivian and I used to go in there sometimes. Hey, we gotta do something with her. She sure can't drive."
Jan was too shook up to want to worry about Marcy's problem. Instead she wanted to get away from her and from Walt too. For the second time that night something her father had done stunned her.
"Walt, do you want to take her home? I'm almost home anyway. I can walk across the street okay. It's pretty late."
"Uh, yeah, I could do that. I mean, if you don't mind, Jan."
Jan already backed up on the parking lot. "Go ahead, Walt. Take her home. I won't mind. She won't make it otherwise."
She smiled and waved and turned and fled. She heard the gabble of their voices behind her. She heard the sound of a loud slap, and turned, startled. But she was already too far away to see what went on-and she had more important things to think about.
Her father and Marcy! Her father having sex with that cheap little sexpot. Sam MUST'VE gone crazy! Well, she KNEW that, the way he jumped her tonight and spanked her for that nude scene. But to make a midnight date with Marcy-RIGHT IN THE STORE. Why, he planned to have sex with that dumb, foxy Tittle hostess right in the store while his daughters slept upstairs. She looked up at the building and saw that Vivian's light was already out. There was only the dim living room light-the light in his room was also out. He must be already down in the store, waiting for the date that would never arrive. He wouldn't worry about Jan who would use the outside stairway to go right to the second floor. None of the family ever went through the store at night once the burglar alarms were set. So he'd not be spotted even by his daughter coming home late from a date. She'd just assume he was asleep in his own bedroom.
She started up the outside stairs, grinning a grim smile. Let him wait ALL NIGHT! Marcy, swacked as she was, would not be showing up tonight. Too bad she couldn't teach him a lesson, so he wouldn't be chasing Marcy or any other woman tonight or any other night. Scare his pants off! If he knew his daughters were on to him, that would sure bring him up cold!
She stopped on. the stairs, feeling a surge of excitement through her body. She could teach him a lesson. What if he fumbled for his female in the dark, and once he'd gone too far to fake it-he suddenly found out it was his own daughter!
She remembered masturbating to his picture earlier. Wow! She might even be able to carry it far enough to get her hands on his penis and steal a thrill for herself while teaching him a lesson. She went back down to the alley and tested the rear door. It was open and the alarm was off-Sam was in there in the dark, waiting for
Marcy. She really felt the thrills now. She had to teach her father that lesson! She hung back in the shadows and removed her shirt, then her bra. She put her shirt back on but left it open. With a little luck this could get wild! Then she quietly slipped open the door and went into the blackness inside ...
Sam paced and waited, then waited some more and paced some more. Marcy was much later than she'd said she'd be. The longer he waited, the HOTTER he got. The masturbation with Vivian had REALLY spun him off center. He'd been as wild as a drowning man clutching a board. Until then he'd covered his growing lust-now he knew how fierce it had become. It shocked him to think of using his own daughter sexually and it shocked him even more to realize that the girl could accept him that way. She must be a little neurotic right now because of her break-up with that boy, Walt Price. Crazy to do anything to get over her hurt-women reacted that way.
Anyway, with him in his mood and Vivian in her mood they could get into something real dangerous, something they'd both deeply regret later. It was no longer a question of being faithful to Anna. It was a matter of avoiding disaster, and Marcy was the key to that.
Once he put on the storeroom light, but he quickly turned it off again. It made him feel exposed. Jan, coming home from her date, might see it and investigate. Besides he wanted this whole thing to be a deep, deep secret and the light bothered him.
He thought about Marcy's sexy young body and felt his huge cock thicken. It would be luscious, delicious, feeling her up and shoving it in her mouth. She had great breasts, great hips, a great ass. .".-The door opened. He saw the murky crack of light, heard the whisper of her shoes and the door closed.
"Marcy-over here," he hissed, at the moving shadow. "Got to keep the lights off-right over here." He felt a rising run of thrills in his belly...
Jan wasn't worried about being spotted as long as Dad kept those lights off. Her blonde hair was close enough to Marcy's. Vivian, almost platinum, could not have pulled it off. She went up to her father in the dark. He was merely a blob in the greater darkness. He stood in the middle of an open area where they usually shifted boxes and cartons this way and that. She reached her hands out ahead of her and felt his naked hips, then his shorts. He'd worn only his boxer shorts downstairs.
"Is it all right, Marcy?" he asked anxiously. He explained about the light having to be off. His voice shook a little as he put his hands on Jan's shoulders and dug them into her flesh.
"I want it to be oral, if you don't mind, baby. I mean, you know, me married, I figure it's hot quite the same as-I mean, you said that would
Chapter Three
A fierce exultation seized Jan as she felt her father's prick slide in and out qf her mouth. The manhood of those other males had vaguely scared her. She wasn't frightened now! She THRILLED to feel the stiff meat working in her mouth. Imagine, that luscious cock that she'd seen in the magazine-all hers. Wouldn't it send Vivian up the wall if she knew what Dad and Jan did right now? Ahh, that taste of cock meat. She didn't know much about oral sex but she held the bottom part of the shaft and bobbed her head and sucked and she could tell by Sam's gasps and his movements that the good feeling blazed inside of him.
"Oh, Marcy, that is so good. SOOO GOOD!" he exclaimed.
"MMMMMMM."
His palms, cupping her nipples made her feel sexy fingers of flame clear down her backbone. She reached up and rubbed his tight balls. Why, this form of sex was really hot and delightful, the way the soft skin over the iron love muscle played back and forth. There was a special closeness and she felt her juicy cunt expanding and flowing in her pants. It wouldn't take much to go half crazy, doing this.
He stopped her. "Uh, Marcy, you're a real sweet, pure and innocent. But a little rough on me. Can I tell you-teach you a little how it's done?"
She merely nodded, still sucking on him, and he gave a soft cry of joy, even at that. Then he began to instruct her while she had to clamp down on her fast-rising sense of humor. The real
Marcy had probably eaten enough male cocks to match the boats on Lake Erie. Her poor old Dad thought the girl so innocent that he had to tell her how-and still he didn't catch on. She listened carefully, and she followed what he said.
In the meantime her hand, the free one, snuck down to rock between her legs and made her cunt feel good.
She worked his fluted cock's head into the arch of her mouth and laved the bottom of it and his shaft with her tongue. She coiled her tongue around the rim of his cock head, where he said the GOOD feeling was, making endless circles that brought him right up on his toes. She nibbled and dabbed down his shaft to his balls, first on one side and then the other. She eased one testicle into her mouth and sucked it ever so gently, and then did the other. She tongued back up the cock shaft that tasted so salty and meat-like and felt the rod dry-throb, as if it had a life of its own.
"Ah, you're getting it RIGHT. SOOOO RIGHT," he cried excitedly.
"Those teeth-the bony ridge feeling. Sooo great," he cried. "It has to be just short of rough, and it drives me CRAZY with good feeling."
His cock plunged into the arch of the roof of her mouth and she started the sequence over. She began to have regrets now that she'd tricked him. She didn't want him to discover her-she wanted to complete this sexy run. She was hotter with a man than she'd ever been in her life. Rubbing her cunt and sucking him, she felt completely reckless, wild and abandoned. His hands went back on her breasts' to dig into her nipples and those thrills started, she moaned and shivered, crazy to suck him all the way and feel his bursts in her mouth. She probably wasn't good enough to drink him, but she sure wanted to!
Sam enjoyed this sex more than anything he'd done in months. He was hugely delighted to find that the seductive Marcy wasn't expert on cocksucking at all. It just showed you. Some women gave off the image of total sophistication, but turned out not to have much experience. It was a real compliment to him that she dug him this much. He also liked it that she didn't complain about the darkness or the inconvenience of taking him in this crude place.
She surprised him in other ways. Her breasts were bigger and better shaped than they looked at the restaurant. Her body was more sleek and nowhere near as pudgy as he'd thought.
All that to one side, it was the delicious feel of her hunger for his rod and her hot love actions that drove him out of his mind with pleasure. Having thrown his seed earlier with Vivian, he'd feared he wouldn't be hot. On the contrary, it was as if the earlier sex opened up a hunger that he'd repressed. He could savor this as he had not been able to enjoy the incest trap of that other sex. He held Marcy's head and rode his joy-stick faster and more happily.
"This is the BEST, the best I ever had," he crooned. He could feel it deep in his body, the kind of singing sex pleasure that had been absent even with Anna ... sadly he realized that it was the newness of his sex partner that added to the enjoyment. "Marcy, I hope you c-c-can drink it-when I have to-"
She nodded, without losing a stroke in her actions.
"Baby," he said, with an inspiration, "take off your pants. I can suck you, too. We'll do a sixty-nine. No reason why we both can't get it off ... ahhh, soooo good."
"Mmmrnm, no," she whispered. She knew that would be fatal-he'd be bound to discover her and she wanted this' whole cocksuck to be finished now. She'd forgotten about the lesson she'd been determined to teach him earlier. But Sam was inspired. It felt so good to be driving his prick into the mouth of a young, supple and hot bitch that he had to give her pleasure too. Reluctantly he pulled his member out of the sucking, sex-mad mouth.
"Right on top of these cardboard cases," he insisted, still in a conspiratorial whisper. "You on top, honey. It'll be FANTASTIC! Shall I help you strip?"
"No," she whispered.
Sam clambered on top of the cartons and rolled over face up. It was even better this way, letting the sex drop off a little before charging on to the finish. His cock, his balls, his belly, his thighs-everything glowed with the Tiigh joy of the open sex. My God, over the years as Anna grew older their love had become perfunctory. It was good, but merely good, and it had been a long time since she'd wanted him to put his mouth on her cunt.
Jan stripped with trembling hands. Maybe she could still get away with it. Even if he caught on, once she locked on that big, powerful prick of his again, she wasn't letting go till she'd pumped her father dry. She felt light-headed with the excitement. Imagine having her hot little cunt sucked. She'd heard of cunnilingus, but the girls who knew about such things told her lots of guys wouldn't do it. She was getting the whole trip.
She slid on top of her father as he directed and opened her legs so that her cunt nestled at his chin. She was embarrassed that it was so wet, but there wasn't a thing she could do about that.
"Oh, baby," he breathed passionately and dove his head into her crotch and sent his tongue right into her cunt, splitting the lips, inhaling her juices and finding her clit.
She'd absolutely never felt anything like it. She lay naked on top of her father, belly to belly but reversed with his big jutter right by her mouth. She grabbed it and it was like taking hold of a round wooden peg in a wall it was so hard. It still felt moist from her ministrations and hot.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
She was liquid jelly throughout her body, head to toes, and every part of her glowed and burned with the erotic tension and pleasure of free sexuality. Holy Crad, no one had ever told her it could feel so good. She drummed her pelvis on the demanding, raping tongue, keening.
"Eee, eee, eee."
Sam wanted to laugh at the mouselike sounds the girl was making, but if he did that he'd have to stop licking her cunt, nibbling and drinking down her pungent, sweet juices. She was so sexy and bitch-hot he could drink a gallon of her. The more he ate her, the hotter she got, a real nympho, this one.
A part of his mind flashed a message-something WRONG. He'd never been with Marcy but this close up even he wasn't fooled. The girl's thighs were too long, her skin felt finer and her body lacked the richness of the restaurant hostess. She had to be a younger girl.
"You're not Marcy-" he gasped between sucks of her cunt.
"N-noo," she whispered. Even in her sex drunk dance of delight accomplished by rutting her belly on her father's face, she felt a prickle of fear. Oh, God, if he would only finish her, even if he found out-"She sent somebody else!" he cried. "She sent a friend!"
"Yessss," she hissed. She rode his face happily.
In all the time she'd been with him she'd never spoken except in a whisper and so he had not been able to spot her voice. It was known to everyone that you couldn't identify a voice by its whispers. She saw she had a chance to get away with it.
"I'm-Cleo-" she hissed and shoved his cock back into her mouth.
"Oh, Cleo, baby, Cleo-it doesn't matter!" he cried and went after her cunt again. His excitement still elouded his judgment. She sucked on his prick and his wild joy began again. They locked in the pure, sweet happiness of a double suck, each giving and getting, hotter ever hotter friction from the tongue of the other.
She began to whine. Her young body was not used to the heavy duty charge of cunniiingus and her nerves went to a delirious overload.
"I-yeee-heee-have to-" she gasped.
He felt her rise, her whole nude and moist body straining in a kind of elegant ecstasy. She shoved her pelvis tight to his face, losing her hold on his prick and gave up her cunt with a soft cry of extreme wounding. Throb, throb, throb. Her young sex flowed into fantastic orgasm, making her whole body jerk and quiver with the thrills of taken rapture. She tried to close her legs in joy and suck him in, drawing in the male, and he reveled in the pressure of those velvet thighs around his head. He drove her right through her cunt spasms of glory, as if to show her how to complete a masterful work or oral art.
At last her legs fell apart and she rested on him panting. Once again his mind was at work. "But I know you," he insisted. Her answer was to seize his cock again and suck it swiftly into her mouth. Dizzy from his possession of her and his forcing her to orgasm, she still was alert enough to realize she must spill him quickly.
"Ahh, Cleo, ohhh, baby-I'm tight now-close-"
He humped his loins under her driving a little deeper into her mouth, his prick flaming with the all-out desire to peak and burst. He drove himself and his hot response made her drive him harder and suck, suck, suck for glory. Great waves of maddening, delicious sex swept over him. His nerves wanted to lock, and his reservoir wanted to explode. He was headed for that crazed moment of ultimate triumph, the sex death of joy-paralysis followed by grunts and hot, beautiful bursts.
Still he was alerted to something wrong. If it wasn't Marcy but someone named Cleo, then he shouldn't know her body at all, yet in some weird way her young body seemed very familiar.
Her grunts and sounds when she came had set off memory bells.
"Well, Gleo, I think I know you-met you at Taylor's?-but it doesn't matter. Oh. Oh-oh. OH MY GOD. YEEEEE."
His whole body locked in the delicious pre-spending magnificence-and at that very instant it all broke through to him.
"JAIMNNNN-" he whined as he recognized his daughter, her body, the feel of her. Only his high lust and the darkness had kept him in ignorance this far. "Jan-baby-"
"AHHH, NOOO," he wailed as the shock of foaming off in incest added to the wild delight of his orgasm.
SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. Right into the mouth of Jan, his daughter. The girl locked her mouth tightly on his prick and drank, making pleased sounds. Hot chunks of flung seed burst into her mouth which she cupped tightly and sucked out of his private place to swallow and fling down her throat. He tried to move but could not. It all felt too good. He just lay there in utter horror and crazed delight and shot off liquid explosions of semen and the determined girl milked them right down into her body, from his private plumbing directly into her own. He groaned in exquisite delight and kept seeding her, gush after gush rinsing into her mouth and down that tight, demanding mouth and throat.
"Ah, heee, no. OHHHH," he groaned, shattered and creamed out of his mind with pleasure at the same time.
At least the shuddering, rushing richness was over. He tapered and regained control of his muscles. He pushed the girl off him, but it was too late to save even one liquid spurt from going down her throat.
"JAN, HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE-"
She scrabbled for her clothes in the dark.
"Marcy was drunk. Dad. She tipped it to me. I didn't want you to go with her-or anyone else."
She moved fast, bounded up the stairs in her barefeet, not lingering for his reaction.
He lay there, his prick tingling from her digestive saliva, his loins glowing with the best sex he'd had in years and his soul blackened and crushed. He wanted to cry, to shout his anger, to wail his despair. He was the great Sam Rogers that everybody loved-yet in one night he'd not only committed adultery but forced incestuous sex on both of his young daughters. He moaned as if someone had shot him in the gut with a shotgun. He wished someone had, or WOULD. Yet in full irony his belly and his cock, his whole body glowed in relief and release from the tightness that had haunted him....
Sam was up early the next morning and out to Taylor's for breakfast. He didn't want to be in the apartment above the store when Vivian and Jan woke up and came out for breakfast. He had thought he'd spend a sleepless night, but instead he had fallen down a black hole and slept deeply until six o'clock. His body still felt good this morning from the long overdue sex, while he devoutly wished it would feel bad to match the deep gloom and sense of doom that weighed on him.
"Sam, you look just great." Mark Taylor himself greeted his old friend at the counter.
"I feel TERRIBLE. Today I'm going to kill you for telling my girls about our nudist days and showing that DAMNED magazine. I didn't even know copies were still around."
"Now, Sam, dammit, you KNOW why I did it."
"The answer is still 'no.' I won't lease you that tract of land along the river."
"Sam, I got to have that lease. It's a natural for the nude therapy center. This ModMind group are all professionals. In these times people don't get upset about nude communities-if it's attached to psychology or some other educational thing."
"I'd get upset. How would it look-I'm running for the School Board and renting some land I own for some kinky psychologists to run a California style nude massage center."
"Sam, you obviously NEED money. I KNOW that. This sickness of your wife's-"
"Forget it, Mark."
"Listen, Sam, this is no small thing with me. it happens that the restaurant hasn't been doing too well. None of the businesses around here are doing so good-except you. I may have to get out of the restaurant business."
"Mark, Cleveland's not doing too well these days. Let's not make it worse by talking about ModMind and nude camps along the river with marathon weekends. It's completely out of the question."
Mark watched Sam Rogers head back to his store, shaking his head. Sam Rogers was like a boulder that you had to wear down. The only trouble was he didn't have a lot of time to work on the grocer. How much time he had he learned when he went into his office and received his first call of the day. -It was the CALL. The one he'd waited and dreaded for over two months.
"TONIGHT," snapped a hard, clipped voice.
"Oh, nooooo. Not so soon."
"I told you LAST week it was about due. Tonight."
"Oh, hell. I guess I'll have to tell Marcy-"
"Marcy knows." The phone went dead in Mark Taylor's ear.
Marcy O'Brien didn't come in until eleven. She obviously had a hangover, but she seemed to move sprightly and bright and there seemed to be something intensely sexual about her today, above and beyond her usual seductive ways. The waiters, waitresses and busbpys noticed it and all of them responded by shining on for her with extra energy. She was like a bitch dog in heat throwing out a spoor all around her. All through the noon hour there was a cluster around the hostess desk, and whenever Mark caught a glimpse of her body he felt his hands sweat. He had plenty of troubles and tonight was going to be his wildest night in years, but above all that he felt the sweet grip of sex that kept him half-hard all that day, Marcy O'Brien felt a TREMENDOUS sexuality inside of herself all that day. Her cunt remained slightly wet at all times and whenever a man touched her she shivered. As usual, many did. During the afternoon slack Walt Price slipped in and asked her what she needed.
"I've got the kit at home," she told him. "You just be here when the bar closes-and whatever you do don't let Mr. Taylor see you."
He nodded and looked at her wistfully.
"Afterwards we could-"
"I have to be with him," she cut him off. "Don't worry about it."
He withdrew, casting a couple of hungry looks at her body back over his shoulder.
Tonight was going to be celebration night for Mr. Mark Taylor-and a special celebration for her too. It had come none too soon. Whenever she got close to the end of an assignment the tension was so high ^he had to drink-get crazy drunk as she had last night. It was a good thing Walt had checked up on her. But, of course, that was his job, or a part of it. She was glad that Sam Rogers didn't come in. That was going to be the toughest assignment and already she'd messed that up a little. Still, when an older guy dug a younger woman, there was plenty of flexibility.
She went home and put on her red dress.
The dress was a BIG hit during the dinner hour. Almost every man that came into Taylor's let his eyes linger on her figure, whether he was with a woman or not. In her moods like this she loved being undressed by men's eyes. On a special night like this she felt that she could make love to each and every one of them, drain them to sexless lumps of happiness and leave a memory they'd never forget.
Yet despite the attention showered on her, she kept a small part of herself aloof. She had a job to do and her intensity was a part of it. By ten o'clock the dining area was closed and the action moved to the bar. She didn't go into the bar tonight. Once she saw Sam Rogers who apparently had stopped in the bar for a beer and was on his way to the men's room. He glared at her across the darkened restaurant but went on his way and she didn't wave or pay him any attention. Sam Rogers was for later.
The bar was a closed-off part of the building, so the restaurant was quiet, dark and empty except for an occasional toilet-bound drinker. She took out her kit and made her preparations as calmly as if she were setting up for tomorrow's service. Busboys and waiters were gone, and the last of the cooks left.
Mark Taylor came out of his office once and said: "How's it going?"
"It will go well, Mr. Taylor. It would be best if you waited in your office till the bar closes."
He looked around nervously, gulping nodded and disappeared. Once Walt called and she told him everything was okay. Fifteen minutes after the bar closed the building was deserted except for her and Mark Taylor. He came out of the darkness, his eyes luminous in the gloom. She sat before the gas log fire which was a pedestal in the middle of the room with a bright copper top and a firebed underneath, but burning gas not wood. Even though it was summer, she'd turned it on and sat in one of the chairs of a four-person table nearby, staring dreamily into the flickering flames. There was a slight moistness. on her face and her body. He came up and sat nervously beside her in one of the other chairs.
"Well-how's it going?" His voice was nervous, obviously tinged in fear.
She didn't answer. She had her legs spread and there was a wet patch between her thighs. Without embarrassment, she rubbed her hand over her pelvic ridge and stimulated her cunt. His eyes gleamed as he saw the outline of her thighs and her sex organ through the thin, red dress.
"Marcy-"
"Take out your cock, sweetheart," she said in a soft, dreamy voice.
"What?"
She gestured. He gave a self-embarrassed laugh and undid his zipper. He began to babble then.
"I've told you how it is, Marcy. I can't have sex. It drives me crazy. When I got my divorce, I seemed to lose my hard-ons. I'm not so old-but I can't get it up any more. There's a woman-I was sometimes with-but even that went flat. Oh, I'd get hard all right. For about twenty seconds. Then I'd shrivel and suddenly lose it. It drives me CRAZY. Everybody thinks you and me-we do it. But I can't touch you-I can't stay hard." His lips trembled like a child's in self-pity.
"I'll fuck you tonight," she said easily. "You'll get it off like you never have before."
She reached over and took his soft cock in her hands. It felt cold to her warm touch. She kneaded it gently, still not looking at him.
"It won't do any damned good," he told her flatly. "I had a GREAT affair with a woman down the street and even THAT fuck failed. I'll get part way hard. It'll feel good; I can still come with a s-soft cock!" His eyes filled with horror at his weakness, "Quit worrying about it, Mark," she said, still talking dreamily. "Feel the heat-you're cold." She reached over and turned up the gas flame under the pit. The sensation of that soft cock in her hands sent pleasant, rising joy in motion inside of her. When she was aching and hot like this she liked the action to be cold and remote, so Mark suited her just fine. He tried to get up and come at her but she pushed him back in the chair and told him to relax.
"I do not need to have your penis to be hard," she said. "It must be soft."
"I-DON'T understand."
"A man with an erection becomes a plunging animal. It is over too soon for me. You must stay soft for quite a while."
He subsided in surprise, the girl rose from his chair and stood close to the fire for a moment. He didn't see how she could stand it, because it was summer and the airconditioning was off. But she was a sight to see, her skin rosy and gleaming, as moist as if she had oiled herself, and yet there were no beads of moisture.
She slid off first one shoulder strap and then the other. There was no bra underneath and she turned back to him, half-naked. After a day-long anticipation of her body, he had to suppress a small gasp. She looked like some primitive savage, with her high standing breasts pointed up, her gleaming body, the soft skin and the dancing firelight caressing her flesh. He felt intensely hot and his cock enlarged to a half hard-on. He watched her rib cage, the soft rising and falling of her breathing which was deep and excited. She stood in front of him, swaying her hips and playing with her breasts. A deep, unearthly moan came from her lips and her eyes stared off in the distance beyond him.
"AHHHHH! OHHHH," she went and her gyrations became faster and more obscene. Her thighs locked tight together as if she had the power to stimulate herself by squeezing her cunt with their soft firmness. His cock got a little tighter at seeing her give herself a breast masturbation. It looked as if some invisible god plunged a hot prick into her as she undulated her belly, worked her breasts and moaned. He felt a prickle at his scalp. It was always sexy to see another human get it off. It was doubly sexy to see this young beauty, all by herself, whipping her body to lust.
She took a step forward to Mark. He put his hands around her naked waist and her moist flesh seemed to burn him. He groaned and his cock got harder. He moved his hands down to cup her buttocks. Her ass, supple and firm in that teasing dress was so sexy that his rod throbbed. She made a mewing sound of want. He peeled the dress down off her hips. Her thighs were drenched with her girl needs, her pubic patch looked drowned and her small cunt looked swollen. He rubbed her with his hand savoring the burning oil from her loins and she shuddered, pressed her belly forward and came.
"Ahhhhhhhl Ohhhhhhh."
It was total madness. She came to his rubbing hand, her cunt throbbing and the muscles of her belly tightening and loosening. Her soft cries of pleasure in her spending distress excited him, and he plunged his finger up her cunt into the hottest, slickest sex passage he'd ever encountered. He could feel her whole nerve network giving up its sexuality with luscious throbs, and he had almost a full erection now. This was one FUCK-CRAZY kid that he could bring with his fingers, his tongue or even a soft cock.
"Baby, you're a hot dish." '
She hardly heard him. That black, rolling sea inside of her burst and surged in delicious sprays of good feeling and she sucked his finger deep inside of her, felt it, squeezed it and worked off her sex like the rushing waves breaking against rocks on a shoreline. It was exquisite.
Her spasms tapered and she moved into his lap in one smooth motion, parting her legs, holding his prick and easing it inside of her as his fingers had been a moment before. He was almost hard, quite erect enough to fuck up into that wet, swollen channel. He had to cry out at the intensity of her interior body heat, her wetness and the smooth, velvet feel of cunt against cock.
"You-are-something else," he gasped excitedly.
She seemed not to hear him. She moved her loins with exquisite, slow motions. The result was to tease his cock in that wet chamber and bring him to full erection. He did not think it would last-he could always get hard for a few minutes at first contact. Then his treacherous manhood would lose feeling, shrink and come out.
He couldn't think about that. Her body burned against him, fiercely naked almost as if she had a fever. She turned her face up, lips gleaming and he began to kiss her. Still there was not the hot fervor of passion. She still seemed remote, heavy-lidded, burning hot but not reacting to him. He kissed her with more fervor. Her mouth was hot and he felt his stiffness increase as he tongued into her non-resisting mouth over those soft petal lips.
"That's super good, baby," he gasped, "in SEX-most women go crazy, kiss too hard, work too hard, leave me behind."
It was obvious that she didn't care. She was off on her own trip. She moved in his lap so slowly that he began to drive into her faster, wanting more friction. He began to knead her breasts and he felt her react and gasp, but her slow, inevitable gyrations down below didn't change.
She was off in space again. His body heat made her hotter and she began to unbutton his shirt to get at his naked flesh. She felt the hard-on work in her belly but she did not relate to it yet. Everything was pleasure, spread out everywhere, and the burn in her clit was one sensation among many. She felt languid again after her first orgasm but soooo good. She heard the first cannister go off and when it did she felt a spike of hot sexuality. AHHHHH!
Mark didn't notice that, she saw. He was fascinated, happy that no demands were laid upon him. By her indifference she allowed his poor, crushed feelings of desire to flower and not be inundated by a fierce female lust.
He dry-throbbed as she suddenly lifted off of him. He cried out in disappointment. "Hey!"
She sank to her knees and began to suck his cock, still lazy and dreamy as if no particular thing was expected of him. He stared down in delighted astonishment to see his blade piston in and out of her mouth, and to feel the luscious in-tightness of this new friction. He dug his hands into her soft shoulders and relished this switch of sex, marveling that he still stayed hard. It was exactly tike having a warm, living robot doll to use sexually, already programmed for his pleasure. All he had to do was enjoy the delicious glaze of good feeling that came from the friction on his prick. For the first time he felt a return of his manhood and a rising sense of being okay. He might stay hard a while yet.
But it was so DAMNED fucking hot! He quickly struggled out of his shirt. He undid his trousers and she helped him peel them off, along with his shorts.
He became aware that he was right here in the most public of his rooms where his customers sat everyday for luncheon and dinner, discussing their mundane affairs. It was like sneaking forbidden sex.
"Marey, this is CRAZEEEEE."
"CRAZEEE," she echoed.
She did not resume her suck. She cushioned his prick in the soft, silken hollow between her breasts and pressed those glorious beauties together until his cock had a new flesh tunnel for friction. Her chest was slick with moisture and the texture of her skin plus the warm feeling of her breast flesh gave him a new, utterly wild sensation of fucking.
"l-can't BELIEVE this ... But, honey, I'm getting soft again."
"Hard doesn't matter," she murmured. She stopped and carefully rubbed her hard nipple up the shaft of his cock. Then she brought the other full breast over and did it again. His member began to stiffen as he made a cry of pleasure. The sight and feel of those reddened, wounded-looking nipples raking his cock shaft sent him right up the joy chute. His prick looked red and fussed and he was hotter than before. He thought he heard an explosion, as if some car out on the street had backfired. He couldn't worry about that now.
"Listen, it's so DAMN hot in here. We really should go to my office," he told her.
She responded by diving both her hands down her body and squeezing her thighs shut around them as they disappeared between her legs. She bent forward and began to suck his cock again, masturbating herself fiercely and furiously with both hands as she bunted her loins in quick, ruthless strokes.
"Ah, oh. Oh, my God. OH, OHHHH, OHHHHH!" she went.
He drove his prick happily back into that twice-spent, hot and oily cunt and she KNEW it was time to milk him. She had never before felt so sexed up in her life-at least not since her last fire. Another cannister had gone off and pretty soon there'd be a lot of them. The wall across the room from Mark began to blaze now, but in his lust-concentration he didn't even notice. Soon the room would become a seething mass of flames and she began to whimper in high, gorgeous openness. How red the flames were. How, hot they made her feel.
"Fuck me, ram me, take me apart," she gasped passionately.
Mark felt his iron-hard prick flashing in and out of her belly with furious maleness now. His impotence was gone, at least for this time.
"Oh, wow-I'll screw your fucking heels off, Marcy!" he cried and bent over her slick, nude body and drove viciously into her cunt, pinning her down, while she cried and whined and dug her nails into his back. He began to pant in the throes of real, rising wonder. He hadn't felt like this in years. It was like being young all over again and riding a female hard and fast, knowing that your prick could last forever.
She twisted and writhed beneath him, arching up so she could get every possible angle of good feeling of his cock against her cunt.
"Doing it . . . doing me. Oh, I'm so fuuuucked," she keened. The heat was oppressive now and she felt her ultimate sex ecstasy as she did whenever she got to do her arson thing. She became the burning building, an enormous, hot box to contain the thrusting, lusting male and his wounding penis. She hugged him fiercely and slobbered when he kissed her and ate her tits as she rose to the limits of her bitch animal. For long, abandoned moments they clung together in hot sex splendor, plunging and bucking towards the mindless good feeling of massive orgasm.
For the third time she came, thrusting her body up under his to give him her flowering sex treasure. She panted like an athlete in a supreme endeavor and felt her muscles stretch and then lock in the final glory of completion. Fire roared around them now. She was with it, of it, in it, herself a total consuming flame and being consumed. Everything was red, aching, relieving and luscious as her juicy cunt gripped his cock and she used it to wrench out massive throbs of orgasm that ripped her mind from her body and made her a quaking victim of his driving cock. It was a purge and a passion she could ONLY reach this way.
Mark began to whine. His prick had finally performed a full, rich sex exercise when he had thought it dead and beyond such a performance. His fabulous hard-on felt like it could last all night but he didn't want it to. He was so high and tight that he sobbed for relief as he took the hot girl through her glory. She tensed against him, gave her wounded cries and spent her rich runs to satisfy his male desire to conquer her. She was taken, all the way and with hot passion. He realized the entire restaurant was on fire just as he lost control of his muscles. He looked over his shoulder and saw the fire-resistant drapes go, saw that one whole wall was a mass of flames. Somehow he had not expectedxit so soon, or that it would happen in this way.
"Oh, noooo," he cried anxiously.
Then he broke in glorious splendor, unable to do a thing about it just now, as his muscle loss overcame him. The fear and the danger of the fire added a final thrill to his already-thrill-crazed body.
"AHHHH, NOOOO," he gasped.
Then the luscious, delightful spurts started. He sobbed and hugged the sexy girl and pumped hot gushes of his boiling hot sperm into her cunt.
"Uh, uh, uh/' he crooned and seemed to reach the happy, ultimate limit of his sex reservoir as he surged out every drop of semen he could muster and his cock sent endless waves of delight up and down his body.
He knew he-THEY-were in great danger now of being trapped in this burning room, but so good was his sex that he clung to her a few moments after he tapered to get the last of the good feeling from his master fuck.
At last he jerked off of her.
"The whole building's going up! We'll be killed!" he shrieked.
Chapter Four
Mrs. Anna Rogers lay on her hospital bed with one leg outside of the covers. Mark Taylor could see the whole sweep of her leg, thigh and part of her haunch. Anna Rogers was one damned good-looking woman, make no mistake about that. He could just see her panties, and that long, luscious leg turned him on.
"How about a romp in the hay, Anna," he laughed.
She was in a private room, the door was closed and he felt a sense of excitement. He'd felt all stirred up ever since the night of the fire that had wiped out his restaurant.
"Fine," she said. "That's all I need with Sam and Vivian about to appear any minute."
He reached under the covers and felt her flat belly, felt her warm skin. under the seductive softness of her panties.
"Sam would never see it even if he walked in on us. All he ever thinks about are his clubs and his running for office," said Mark.
"it seems to me I said that to you a few months ago the first time we-got involved," she said.
She grabbed his hand which rubbed on her cunt and stopped him, but she made no attempt to pull it out from under the covers.
"I waited a lot of years for that moment," said Mark.
She sighed. "Yes, you did. And it never would've happened if Sam hadn't gone so distant with all of his politicking. He deserted me. He deserted the girls. He almost deserted the store. One day it was too much."
They were silent. His hand worked across her cunt now, stroking and feeling in her warm honeypot. She gave a soft gasp.
"I need it, Mark. No doubt about that. Being cooped up in here day after day is boring. Sometimes I think I'm going out of my skull."
"Whenever you say, lady."
"I thought you were having trouble getting it up."
"Not any more.% I was impotent because I worried about the restaurant. Now it's gone. Now you've got to help me by making Sam give me the lease on that river property for my ModMind project. It's all I've got left."
"I don't know if I can swing him, Mark."
"Try. Work on him."
She studied her lover for long tense moments. "Sometimes I think you're using me, Mark. But I'll try. In return you can tell me the truth about that fire. Everybody's gossiping about it. They talk about arson."
Mark laughed easily. "No arson that I know of.
Maybe old Bender set it up-he owns the building, i only lease from him. Sure, I wasn't doing too well with the restaurant. But I don't collect any insurance. Bender does. He owns my building just like he owns your building."
"Bender scares me. He always has. He has ice-water in his veins."
"Well, he's no worry of mine any more. My worry is ModMind-and seeing you get well enough to leave here so we can enjoy some of those good old times."
Anna sighed. The whole business of that Shocking fire bothered her a lot. She felt slightly different about Mark. About MANY things. Her whole affair, she'd realized since she'd been incapacitated and had had time to think, had been a protest over Sam ignoring her and going so crazy over his running for office. Mark had been after her on and off through the years, but she'd always been faithful-until the night she realized Sam hadn't been home once in two weeks. It just got to be too much. Then came her accident and she had time to think about it. This fire-Mark seemed a lot weaker than he had a few weeks ago.
Mark began to work her cunt again through her panties and she opened her legs a little and felt the rush of delight. It had been dull, dull, dull in the hospital. The other patients came and went, but she lived here like a resident. Her shoulder was in a cast, however she dressed normally, ate with the nurses and moved about at will. They just wanted her here, removed from her daily life where she used that arm all of the time.
"Ah, Mark, we could be interrupted."
Instead of withdrawing, he shoved his hand inside of her panties to her naked cunt and began to dig for gold. She uttered a groan of deep pleasure as she lifted her loins for the sweet contact on her clit.
"You're really HOT, baby."
She held his arm that masturbated her but didn't try to stop him.
"I am-way overdue-for a little fun," she gasped. Her cunt oiled, her tunnel expanded and it felt so good that she began to grunt in pleasure.
Excited, Mark rose and let out his cock. "You SEE! I CAN get hard again."
Just like a little boy, she thought. She smiled at him. Mark had not been able to get it up just before her accident. Now his blunt, short cock strained in an elegant hard-on. That turned her on. She caught it with her free hand and guided it to her lips. She sucked it in.
"Oh, oh, baby, that's so good," he cried.
He crouched over and bunted into her mouth and she felt a heavy hotness descend on her to be sucking hard cock meat. It was fabulous after all tfie dry days.
"MMMMMM," she panted.
His fingers inside of her cunt stroked her lusciously and she rocked in lewd motions even as he did. It seemed to burn up to her brain, and she wondered if they dared to get it off right here and now. Why not? The doctors only checked her in the morning and after dinner and it was only late afternoon. She needed it; that was for sure.
"Let me EAT you. Then you can finish me off." Mark slid his penis out of her mouth. The position they were in was too awkward.
That really burned in her brain.
"Yes, Mark, yes. Let me do you first-"
But the timing was bad. No sooner had he taken hold of her head and begun to groan his pleasure than there was a discreet knock on the door. He jerked his cock out and she saw it, gleaming with her saliva, red, fussed looking and beautifully hard, before he had to stuff it away.
It was the nurse telling her that Sam and her daughter had arrived. Mark decided to step out and make himself scarce. Sam knew that Mark had visited up here a time or two since they were all old friends, but it wouldn't do to push it. He vanished. Anna restored the covers with a sigh. She was so fucking hot. She would love sex. She hoped that Mark would hang around-because for sure she'd get nothing from her husband. Twenty plus years of sex action had cooled Sam off.
The visit went very well indeed. Stimulated by what had happened before, Anna seemed animated and interested in all the news of the family. There wasn't much to tell about that-compared to the excitement of the big fire which had really stirred the neighborhood up.
"I could see it from my bedroom," said Vivian. "It was like some kind of a movie. The flames must've gone fifty feet in the air."
"Practically burned out," nodded Sam. "Nobody got any sleep the rest of that night. Poor Mark is completely out of business. Mr. Bender was pretty upset. You remember that he owns Mark's building as well as our own. Mark had a lease for his restaurant like we do for the store."
"I wouldn't put it past Bender to have started that fire," said Anna. "These days it's easier to burn up your business and collect insurance than it is to run it."
"Anna!"
"I read papers and magazines a lot. What ELSE is there to do here? I read that arson has become the fastest growing crime. And that people seldom get caught. I wouldn't put it past our tough landlord."
Sam shook his head. "Anna, Anna, you've gotten morbid ..."
They talked for a while and then Vivian hugged and kissed her mother and discreetly retired so that Mom and Dad could have a private visit. Vivian ambled up to the small lobby to call Sis and make sure all was well at the store. This was only a clinic, not a full hospital and the lobby was small, dark, hardly more than an ordinary room. There was a sit down telephone with the usual glass sidewalls and a man sat there talking. He looked familiar. She moved CLOSER and saw it was Mark Taylor. He had his back to her; he didn't see her.
She grinned and started up to him to tap his shoulder and wave. It was the first time she'd seen him since the fire. He must've run up to visit Mom, but it was funny that Mom hadn't mentioned it.
She reached out her hand but stopped when she heard Mark's words.
"-chance for a real romp in the hay with one of the patients here. Imagine getting it off right in a hospital! She's got her shoulder and arm all wrapped up but there's nothing wrong with the rest of her. Boy, is she hot to trot! We've already been fooling around. So I won't be back till maybe nine or so-"
Vivian pulled her hand back and felt puzzled. The tone of voice was nauseous, like some little kid planning to play a dirty joke on somebody. Vivian hated guys who bragged about sex conquests and Taylor was much too old for that, but-All at once it really hit her as to who Mark referred to. Her mother! It couldn't be-Paralyzed, she listened for a moment and then softly drew back across the room, her mind spinning. She slid outside of the room and headed for the parking lot, dazed, angry and shocked ...
Back in Anna's room, Sam had climbed on the bed and stared up at his wife questioning.
"You REALLY want me to?"
"I really want it, Sam. I haven't had sex for so long I can't remember."
"Why, Anna, just the other week-"
"Sam, just do it."
Sam looked around nervously at the closed door. But Anna insisted it was all right. She was hung up here and he knew it was terribly dull for her. She looked sexy too, all but the plaster cast and that was out of his way.
"Anna, could we do-the whole thing?"
"No, Sam, it would jiggle my arm too much. But you can do it with your mouth and I can ease you too."
He slipped off her beige panties and stared at her V. His Anna had kept her looks through the years. Her stomach was flat and her skin still smooth. It was faces that wrinkled. She had elegant thighs and a very cute cunt. Right now it looked a little swollen and damp.
"Yes, Sam," sighed Anna, "I've been at myself just before you came. A woman learns to take care of herself, especially when her husband wants to run for the school board."
"Now, Anna-"
She'd been on his neck about that a lot of times. He felt guilty because it was true that he couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex. He felt doubly guilty because of what had happened with him and the girls-Vivian at that wild dinner-nudist thing and Jan later that night. It had scared him right down to his, bones. Of course, he could hardly be blamed for that oral thing with Jan-she'd fooled him while he was trying with all his might to avoid incest. The thing with Vivian-well, anybody could make one mistake.
Since then both girls had handled it well. Jan simply refused to talk about it. He'd wanted to talk it out with her and apologize, but whenever he brought it up, she just fled. Vivian, too, simply acted as if nothing had happened. The big fire at Taylor's had helped. All the excitement took the sting out of the sex he'd had with his daughters, put it in the past.
He inhaled his wife's aroma and licked into her cunt with a good feeling. This was what he needed, to get back on the rails, to rekindle the love he had for her, to put aside that other stuff. He owed it to her.
"Ah, Sam. QHHHHH, SAM!"
As her husband's tongue breached her cunt, Anna felt a stab of guilt over what she'd done with Mark. Funny how easily you could slip into adultery without realizing the consequences. She and Sam had been happy for over twenty years and she had to regain that feeling of joy in sex with him.
She freely opened her legs wide and gave herself up to the joy of the sex. When Sam set out to please her he could always do it better than anyone. He was so perfectly tuned to her that he could take her right up to glory. After he'd eaten her a little to get the excitement started he began to tease her. He pinched the lips of her cunt together with his fingers and jogged it a little so that she felt exquisite streaks deep inside. He released it and began to blow on her gently. His hot breath on the sensitive cunt opening made her get shivers and wiggle in ecstasy.
"Oh, now, Sam. SAM! Don't do that. Oh, no, Sam, not that." �
He knew better than to pay any attention to her protests. If he stopped, she'd be disappointed. For her sex was a continual advance and retreat, attack and flee. First a little tasty eating, then the tease. She felt streaks of joy up and down her legs and her clitoris began to burn. Just when his hot blowing began to lose effect, he switched to licking her thighs. He found the cranny just next to her sex organ and laved it firmly and then sent his tongue up and over her pelvic bone, through her pubic hair and down to the nook on the other side, without his tongue touching her cunt.
"Sam, that's such a tease. OH!"
The thrills of his coming attack on her organ made her shiver some more. He made her wait a few more moments, tonguing wetly and hotly all around her box.
He attacked. "AH, SAM!" she cried excitedly.
"Ah, me, I'm taking-you're taking me-my-oh, my belly!" she cried. x
Great stabs of joy wracked her body. She felt the integrity and saneness of her personality slip away like melting wax under his harsh attack. It took that kind of action to drive her into her bitch animal where she could have an orgasm. Most of the time she held onto herself so long that it was hard to give herself up to erotic play. He stopped his attack suddenly and smiled at her over her stomach.
"Still the same old Anna. Hard and soft. Soft and hard."
"You-know it-" she panted. Ohhh, that had been a thrilling run. It felt so good she felt ashamed again to realize that she'd been having sex with another man. But of course he'd ignored her so much before her accident-and she saw the future, the election campaign-nothing, nothing at all-long, hard winter coming. She must enjoy this. It would set everything right, everything-and she'd give up Mark Taylor-He lapped her, like nothing so much as a cat drinking from a saucer of milk. It was a steady, easy lapping, not too hard. It was perfect, brush-stroking her clit indirectly. He'd almost spun her out on that first fierce attack, and then next time she'd go right to heaven. Meanwhile the burn grew, the pleasure widened like a curtain opening and she felt her rich flow, felt her nipples hard, felt deiiciously aroused and hot. "We've-got to get back-to FUCKING-" she panted. "Wasted too much time-have the doctors-rig something-make it possible-"
When she used that word, Sam knew she was hot and ready, and just about up there. He couldn't quite relax doing something as intimate as sex in a hospital. It seemed wrong to him, but if it made her happy-He regretted the whole business with Marcy and his thickness not to see that he could arrange regular sex visits with Anna if he'd only thought to present it to the doctors. Perhaps they had a cottage-Automatically, he growled in his throat and went for her hard. He began to eat her vigorously, sucking the pink cunt flesh into his mouth and drinking her juices with obscene sounds, smacking his lips.
"Eating it off, kiddo," he gasped. "Gonna bite it and pull it right out of your body. No more sex for Anna."
"SAM!"
She LOVED it now. He took her right up to glory and her body bucked and quivered, her legs felt wild, and all the dials in her mind seemed to spin loose. His tongue felt like- an outrageous worm, eating right through her hot, soft guts. Deep, deep...
Here came his fingers, right alongside of his tongue. One... two stiff fingers unsealing the length of her cunt while he kept up the crazing pressure on her clit.
"AHHHHH, OHHHH, YESSSS, LOVVVEE," she cried. She bunted her loins up once, dropped back, groaned and then a white light burst in her head.
"SAMMMMM!" she whined again and again.
Her throbs came in sweet pulsations of joy.
pleasure-wrenching spasms that seemed to open her whole body and cleanse her. She tried to close her legs on his head and spent off magnificent quakes of womanhood, loving him, restored to him, forgiving him in the hot ecstasy of the cunt suck. Nobody could do it like Sam. There was no man for her like Sam. Unk, unk] unk, she whined and twisted off her gorgeous orgasm, holding his head with her one free hand and giving up the totality of her body to him in rich, luscious love. Ahhh, it was pure heaven.
She enjoyed it all and then fell back, still panting, glowing, euphoric.
"Oh, Sam, that was so nice. Thank you. I needed that. Thank you so much."
He laughed happily and they kissed, but it was awkward to do that with her shoulder in a cast. They didn't dare hug. She reached for his cock then.
"Ah, no, kiddo," he said. "I don't need sex TODAY. That was for you, honey."
The truth was, he didn't get very hard while he'd done her. Maybe it was the medicine smells, maybe the harshness of the room. Whatever, he just didn't feel sexy at that moment. He started talking about Mark Taylor's fire then, and she took the opportunity to remind him that they were old, old friends of Mark's and they ought to help Mark. They should lease that river acreage to him for the summer, especially now that he was out of business.
"No, Anna. That could hurt me when I run for the Board."
"Sam, maybe we'd better wait another year. I mean, my accident, and all the money this is taking .. .When I get back I'll have to go easy on this arm, anyway, and won't be able to help as much in the store-"
"NO!"
He was almost WILD now, biting on his pipe, red-faced, extremely upset. Something was strange and different about her husband-It hit her like a dash of cold water in his face. A woman! Sam had another woman, probably one of those bitches that wanted him to run. That's why he insisted on the campaign, why he didn't want sex, why he seemed so guilty. Of course that was it. She hardly heard what he said as he puffed and argued, desperate to make his point.
"We'll talk about it later, Sam," she said sadly. She wished he'd go. She wanted to be alone to deal with this new, shattering fact. But she knew of certainty deep in her heart that Sam had something going. He must've sensed it, because a few minutes later he made some lame excuses about having to drive back to Cleveland and Jan being alone at the store. He left with a cold kiss of goodbye .
Sam got out of there fast. Sex with her had brought them close, but he knew that she was getting firmer about his NOT running for the Board. It had been coming on for a long, long time. Normally she wouId've opposed his leasing that land to Mark for some kind of sex-nudist thing-she didn't. WHY? Because deep down the woman wanted him to stay a grocer forever. Deep down Anna lacked ambition for herself, for him, even for the girls. He even wondered if the accident had been her own subconscious throwing obstacles in his way. He'd certainly have to work that out-it had never hit him so hard that she really didn't like his fledgling political career ...
After an interval Mark Taylopeame back in the room.
"I kind of avoided Sam and Vivian," he said. "They've gone. The nurse said you've still got another hour .... Well, how did it go?"
"Mark, he doesn't want to do it. He's determined to run this fall and thinks it would hurt him. It certainly wouldn't help him."
"Baby, I've got to have this. You can talk him into it. We can keep it a secret; there're lots of ways. But-"
"Mark, tell me the TRUTH. Has SAM got another woman-"
Mark stared at Anna who sat up on the bed staring at him with hurt, serious eyes.
"An-ANOTHER woman?" he stuttered nervously.
"Gome on, Mark. Sam and I have been married over twenty years. A man can lose interest, wants new, younger women. We've drifted apart on his political career. Then my accident, being away. He could find someone that likes the political thing."
Mark sank on the bed.
"I don't think so, Anna. Of course there was this hostess I had, Marcy. She was kind of wild. Sam would, you know, pat her, throw an arm over her shoulders. But lots of guys do that."
Her face was an agony. "Not Sam! Oh, Mark, I think my marriage is over!" she wailed.
She'd avoided the truth for a long time. Sam had really lost interest in her when he got into politics. He was no longer the old Sam and she was a new Anna. His disinterest had forced her into this affair with Mark.
"Oh, Mark, what am I going to do!"
Despite the cast she came into his arms. Mark felt a tingle down to his toes. It had taken him twenty years to get into Anna's pants, but that wasn't the end of the goodies. He might get the WHOLE woman. As a divorced man who'd never had kids-the new idea made him dizzy. Sam had fucked those two beautiful girls out of Anna's fecund belly. Lots of women over forty had babies these days. He could lay his own seed in that ripe, sexy belly and, start a new life. Anna was still damn good looking and a hard worker, bright and easy to control. His prick began to stand. He let her cry on his shoulder for a while, gently squeezing and kneading her, kissing her first on the tear-stained cheek and then on the mouth. He felt inside her blouse for the luscious breast that was available to him. Her breathing began to go sexual.
He reached under the covers and began to work his fingers at her cunt. She was soft.
vulnerable and moaning now, moving from her emotional upset to the need to be wanted and loved. He stripped off his pants and shorts.
"Oh, no, Mark," she protested. "We can't do that."
"Baby, I'm dying for you. I've got to have you or go crazy."
His ardor turned her on like fury. 'In this new world and chaotic situation his lust and his hard cock were just what she wanted. When he shoved her back on the bed she felt a thrill down to her toes, despite the danger. She had not taken the pill, and she was probably hot.
"We can't risk-" she began.
"GOT TO!"
He spread her legs, mounting her and fucked her cunt. Their eyes met and she couldn't withstand the burning lust in his eyes. He rammed his prick deep into her with a groan of delight. She felt its hardness, the complete possession of her belly by this crazed penis. His impotence was gone. Her own desire burned high. She was leaving an old life and starting a super sexy new one.
"Mark, Mark, oh, Mark. Ahhh, you're in me."
He was almost HYSTERICAL in his desire. Bigshot Sam was everybody's hero, and Mark was just another guy. But it was his cock that grooved up the sex tunnel of Sam's wife. He really laid it to her. Her head went back and her free arm gripped his shoulder, fingers digging in.
"Ahhh, M-Mark-shouldn't do thisssss-couldn't even let Sam d-d-do it."
Sam had grown away from her but she still must have her looks, her importance, the way Mark's rod drove so hotly in and out of her. She was still a desirable woman. Desirable? The way Mark rode her, trembling in his eagerness to shove it up into her she must be a lot MORE than desirable. Only Sam had lost interest.
"FASTER, HOTTER," she gasped anxiously.
She knew the doctors wouldn't like this. The action was furous and she felt the strain on her shoulder in spite of the cast. She might do further harm. But, ahhh, it felt so good. Mark didn't see her as a wounded woman at all. He saw her as a hot target for his desires.
"Never-felt anything-so fantastic," he managed.
Somehow he'd gotten her breast out and her nipple was so hard that it hurt. He sucked on it, he plunged his prick up in her and he babbled almost incoherently. When their affair had started they'd had some hot times, but never like this. Always before she'd held back, wanting to save a little for Sam, somehow. This was different, free and open with no holds barred.
"Watch-the cast-" she warned.
"I love you, baby. Oh, I love you crazy. Always have. You-have to get a divorce-we make it!"
That simply BLEW HER MIND. It wasn't something she was ready for, but the fact that he wanted it turned her erotic feelings to the highest pitch.
They plunged and bucked on the bed and she felt a'.stunning) deeply delicious thrill starting in her legs and going all the way up her body. She was going to be so open for him. What if he impregnated her? The idea stunned her and yet it added new flames to her excitement. He might be driving a love baby into her body. She'd felt this way when Sam had given her Vivian and later Jan.
"Oh, Mark-I'm afraid-maaaa-king baby," she cried.
That acknowledgement on her part whipped him to an absolute fucking fury.
"Take it, honey. I want to lay it in you. Oh, take it."
He gave a happy cry of utter ecstasy. The wild rushes of desire shot up his body like consuming flames and he went weak, panting with the final crazing joy of orgasm. His whole body locked. The sweet distress of losing his power to move held him in a golden grip. Then with everything organized to burst, he let it go.
"ANNA!"
Compelling, delicious, outrageous bursts of jissum shot out of his cock to wash her womb. Throb after throb of ecstasy wracked him. His luck, his life was changing as he shot off his rich maleness into her taken cunt and finally won this luscious creature that he'd been trying to get for half his life. He laughed in happy hysteria and held her tight and seeded her with gush after gush of sperm.
She felt a curious reluctance at the last moment. She even wanted to pull out. Her sex nerves took charge and forced her to take the love of the male who reamed her. Deep, delightful slashes of sexuality pinioned her belly. Mark went crazy, froze, and seeded her with incredibly luscious spurts. She began to whine in her ecstasy.
"Ah, Mark-you've ta-taken meeee!" Her ass tightened, and her loins lifted. As his spurts whipped hot male cream into her cunt she went into her own magnificent freeze and began to give her sex up to him-every bit of it. At that moment the strain was too much on her poor shoulder. She felt her cast give way, then the bone snap again and a stab of pain. But the new wounding was as nothing to the orgasmic wildness she felt. She gripped and sucked his cock tight in her slippery cunt and throbbed against it and vacuumed his manhood into her body. She let it all go, the past was over, the future unknown and she was total woman for her new man. She had so much to give and she gave it all in relieving, satisfying quakes of her womanhood.
Chapter Five
Sam and Vivian had barely left the city limits of the small town when the car slowed down, swerved and began to bump along the highway.
"Oh, damn," Sam Exclaimed. "A flat."
They got out and looked at the rear of the car. ft was worse than a flat tire. It was two flat tires. Both of the rear tires had gone out on them. Sam almost bit through the mouthpiece of his pipe. He paraded and cursed. The whole trip had been frustrating. The doctors had told him they wanted Anna for two or three more weeks, and that would cost money. The sex with her had been great and had somewhat eased his guilt feelings, but it had also left him high, with a heavy groin and no relief. He had arranged, with a great deal of blushing and double talk, for a conjugal visit next week, but they were reluctant. Too much movement or excitement could slow up the patient's recovery. To top it all, Anna had been on his tail about renting that land to Mark Taylor, and that was totally out of character for her.
Now it was early evening and they were stuck with two flats on the car and only one spare tire. Vivian let him curse and fume for a while and then she took hold of his elbow.
"Look, Dad, you've had a rough day and some rough times before that. What you really need is to kick back for a night, relax."
"Sleeping in a car on the highway is no way to relax. No, we'll get the Auto Club and wait it out. We've got to get back."
"Why? There's a motel down the road. You can see a part of the sign from here. We could just about walk to it. We could call Jan and tell her we'll be back early tomorrow."
"Jan can't handle-"
"Dad, the store's already closed. It's after six. Jan can take care of herself for one night. We don't open till ten so we can be back tomorrow well before that. Meanwhile, we can bunk into this motel, have a nice dinner, a quiet evening and go home tomorrow, rested and feeling pretty good."
"I'd miss my meeting with the Neighborhood Association." , "You haven't missed one in months. They'd be glad to have a meeting without you for a change, I'll bet."
Sam suddenly laughed. Vivian had a point. Here lately he knew he made people nervous with his tensions and talk about his campaign. Sometimes he even bored himself. It would be great if only to get away for a night, eat in a different place, sleep in strange surroundings.
"Well, Vivian, it's summer and the motel is probably filled, but we can go there and call the Auto Club, and see what we think."
The LAKE LOOP motel had some vacancies. It was a nice little place, neither too expensive nor too cheap, situated within a large grove of trees.
It looked private and restful and the clerk told them that there was a nice dining room within walking distance. Sam took a room with twin beds. It turned out to be a wise decision because the garage sent by the Auto Club could not fix his second tire until early in the morning. They could fix both tires and. have him on the road by eight A.M., however, which gave him plenty of time to get back to Cleveland and the store before opening. They came and hauled the car away and Sam and Vivian bought a few essentials at a local store and then relaxed over a steak dinner.
The meal was absolutely luxurious, no doubt because, for once, Sam had no meeting to go to, no store to worry about and no people to say "hello" to. He felt totally relaxed when he and Vivian finally returned to the motet room, relaxed enough to watch TV for a couple of hours and chat easily about a number of things-mainly Mark Taylor's fire.
"We'll probably get a tough inspection by old Bender," he told Vvian. "He owns pur building too, you know and the lease says I've got to be careful about fire hazards/I'm surprised he hasn't showed up already."
"At least it got rid of that dumb Marcy O'Brien. She was getting to be the talk of the neighborhood," Vivian smirked.
Sam blushed. "Why, Vivian, it's wrong to be glad when someone loses a job. That fire cost a lot of people their jobs."
"Big deal. Mark never paid too much. People left him ail the time. Most of them can make more elsewhere. Especially I wouldn't worry about that sex package."
Sam found it expedient to change the subject. He was pretty sure that Viv didn't know about his 'date' with Marcy, which never took place and about the sex with Jan that did take place. Jan was a secretive type, thank God. Just the same as he went into the bath to get his shower he suddenly realized that he'd have to be careful tonight. He'd already had one sex experience with Vivian and here he was alone with her for the night in a motel where nobody knew who they were.
As he showered he became aware of the sex heaviness in his balls and he found his mind idly drifting to thoughts of Vivian's body, the young, rounded curves, the generous breasts, the sensual lips. That other time, under the excitement and out of her girlish loyalty she'd practically offered to seduce him. Wow!
He didn't want to dress again, so he slipped into his shorts and got into one of the beds quickly. Vivian seemed not to notice; she still watched the news on TV. She yawned then and said she'd take her own shower and left him.
Once she was naked under the spray of the shower, she began to feel the rise of her sexuality. Her nipples stood out, firm, hard, sensitive. She felt a thrilling glow of anticipation all through her loins and a sort of breathless, unnamed excitement. It was going to be interesting.
She'd been aware for a long time that things were not right between her parents. Mom was happy with the store and their lives. She often spoke of an ambitious uncle who'd ruined his family life out of ambitions. She called him an over-achiever. Mom certainly wanted the best for Sam, and her daughters, too, but in another way she'd never gotten the thought of the uncle out of her mind. She was ambivalent.
A couple of times strange things had happened that made Viv think that maybe Mom played around. Yet that was CRAZY. Mom was very strict and always faithful. But she was very good looking for a woman of her age, and if she wanted to she could find men interested in her.
But Mark Taylor! My God! He was good looking and had an okay personality, but he wasn't in Dad's league. He'd always been interested in Mom, but that was such old hat that nobody thought much about it anymore. Then his secret visit up here and that phone call she'd overheard. Mom had taken leave of her senses and Vivian did not plan that her father would be crushed by it.
She drew her hands slowly, sexily, up her soft thighs, gleaming with the water and gently jogged her cunt.
"Ah, ohhh," she murmured feeling a spurt of arousal inside.
"Oh, that feels-so GOOD/' she breathed.
She finished the shower feeling wicked, sensual, alive and very excited. The motel provided those big towels, so she covered herself only with one of them, the towel tucked in under her armpits and barely covering her nakedness to below her buttocks. She went back into the bedroom. Sam seemed to doze in bed. She turned off the TV, walked to his bed and sat on the edge of it.
She was aware of the gleam in his eyes as he watched her in that towel, relaxed and heavy-lidded.
"Ready?" she asked, a smile forming on her face.
"For what?"
She reached under the covers and put her warm hands on his stomach.
"Why, for the massage you need and that I'm going to give you."
"Now, Vivian, I don't need-"
"Yes, you do. You're already half asleep and a massage will set you up for a full night's sleep."
She pulled back the covers. He held onto them for a moment, his eyes coming awake, then he let go. He quickly turned over on his face.
"I didn't know you were a massage girl," he said thickly.
She examined his near naked body and felt her breathing go fast. She had to control her voice.
"I've done it a few times," she said mysteriously.
She worked down to his rear. What a terrific male rear. Her cunt already flowed and she began to feel a little light-headed. She hooked her thumbs in his ti$ht fitting jockey shorts and started to take them down.
"Now, Vivian-"
"Oh, Dad, don't be a turkey," she said, controlling her voice. She jerked and his shorts slid off his behind. His naked male ass was exposed.
"My bottom isn't tired," he protested. Was his voice a little thicker than usual.
"Oh, well, it's all FREE," she said, digging her hands into his flude cheeks. That time she heard him gasp.
"Oh, Viv, Viv..."
She paid no attention. She worked his naked buttocks and slid her hand between those powerful thighs, so warm and sexy. She caught a flash of his balls under him and had to bite her lip to repress a cry of delight. They'd be full and ready with precious juices that she was determined to have inside of her body this time.
"Turn over."
"Now, Viv."
She tugged at his body. He suddenly flopped over and pulled the covers back over himself.
"No, you don't," she laughed, jerking at them.
"Listen, Viv-"
"I know you've got an erection, so what?" she said. She ripped the covers back and there it was.
standing up like a rugged, gleaming soldier at attention, hr spite of herself she stopped for a second in awe. Ever since she'd seen that picture in the nudist magazine she'd had rich fantasies about his jutter. There was no doubt that he wanted to plant it in her. Her body in that towel and her warm, firm hands had given him this powerful erection.
His face got red. "Dammit, Vivian, if you think..."
"Oh, shut up," she said in mock anger.
She felt a wild and crazy rush of desire. She sprang on the bed and sat on his stomach, the big, hard prick behind her. She began to knead his chest. The towel brushed his panis and she felt the faint presence of it against her back.
"Vivian, I know what you think you're going to do, and I can't let you get away with it. My God, girl-"
Her hands dug into his chest. Her heart pounded painfully now. She kneaded his flesh for a few moments and wanted to laugh at the quizzical expression on his face. A part of him was delighted, while another part of him was simply horrified, and still another part was thrilled crazy. It was all there to see.
"No!" he cried.
It was absolutely astonishing. He laid under her, hard and ready and watched his doom approach. He'd made those few verbal protests. He still seemed to be unable to use his muscles; he was plenty strong enough to unseat her if he wanted. It was as if some invisible ropes tied him into place. His face was a sight to see.
She had the initiative and meant to keep it. She kept pressing on that glorious blade, impaling herself on his cock, and grunting with happy concentration as the hard meat unsealed her tight, young cunt walls.
It was true that he was on to her game, from the moment she came out of the bathroom clad only in the towel. She really looked sexy with her breasts pressing against that towel in front and her ripe rear barely covered below, with plenty of nude thigh and leg showing. He felt relaxed and a little amused by it. He certainly wasn't going to get into any incest with his own daughter, though, no matter how sexy she looked or how hard she tried.
As she proceeded with the massage, he began to feel hot tingles of desire. Nothing he couldn't control of course. It was natural to want to love one's daughter, that was all right. But his hard-on got, stiffer, his breathing went deeper and he began to feel the rise to that impossible, incredible desire for sex that he did not believe his own daughter could raise in him. Sam Rogers was simply NOT incestuous.
The only trouble with his theory was that she didn't stop when he thought she would. She lifted that damnable, sexy towel, spread her legs and took his cock. He felt the tremendous thrill as she impaled herself on it, and ooooozed down until he was hilt deep inside of her.
"Vivian. Ah! Oh, nooooo," he cried.
He lay absolutely immobile, shocked and thrilled out of his mind to find that she hadn't stopped, that she had plunged his blade right into her, and she had a sex blush on her face and was beginning to move, giving him exquisite friction.
"Ahhh, Dad, that's crazeeee. Just what I wanted."
"We-uh-can't do this girl. We can't."
"I know, I know. Uh, uh; It's not-ohhhhhhh-natural."
She had taken about ten luscious strokes, grooving along his blade and it made her so hot she feared she was going to burst too soon and he would escape without having given her his sexy libation. His rod filled her with thrilling tightness, comfortable and full, and they were locked enough so that she could feel his dry-throbs of delight. It was the knowledge that she had and he didrv't that made it possible for her to take his manhood into her body without qualms. Her mother fucked another man.
"Fuck," she gasped anxiously. "FUCK MEEEE!"
She lay on top of Sam without moving as he held her delicately on her still-toweled ribs as if she were a porcelain figure.
"I DIDN'T want this, Vivian."
"You need a woman. One you can trust."
"There are so many women-but I have one."
"Not-for a while."
She moved very, VERY gently. So softly that it was an incredible tease on his prick, buried in her cunt channel. His member seemed to swell and tense deliciously against those hot, slick vaginal walls. His cock felt as if someone had implanted an extra thousand pleasure points, stripped away the skin and his hard muscle soaked up intense, exquisite pleasure. He groaned because it was the sexiest feeling he'd ever had. He didn't even want to move it in her.
"We can stop now," he said. "Save ourselves." "We can do it once. Never tell anyone. Never do it again."
"Vivian, do you REALLY want this?" "When I saw the nude pictures, that did it. Before, I hid it from myself."
It was his turn to move now, very, very gently fucking her. He pulled back his jabber barely an inch, slid it forward, retracted it and slid it forward. That slow, intense action made her give a soft wounded cry. It was as if he hadn't quite made up his mind, but he tried her out.
"Ah, Sam, I've got to have your sex. All of it-inside me."
"Honey, I'm running for the school board-yet-now in a motel-sex-my own daughter."
"Next fall... everything different. Dad. This is once-and forever."
He stopped moving in her.
"This kind of thing you can never take back, Vivian."
His cock throbbed and thrilled, the father jism still safely sealed inside of his body. Oh, it did feel so good. Alt he had to do was plunge and buck, buck and plunge, doing what came naturally and let his seed burst and it would feel so good and be done forever.
She gave a tug at her towel and let it''fall off of her and over the edge of the bed. He looked up and saw her beautiful face, her smooth shoulders, her nude, full breasts and her shapely torso. His, his, his, beauty he'd helped create. He groaned in indecision.
She laid down on his body, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. She began to fuck him with magnificent gyrations of her loins, driving her cunt up and down his shaft and uttering deep, happy groans.
"If you won't do it, I have to."
He held his breath as he watched her face swim up to his, shimmering in its beauty. Her mouth was red and moist. There was a gleam of her teeth that dazzled him. He wanted to turn his head away. He knew the electric power of those supple, velvet lips kissing his. Already he thrilled to feel her taut nipples, hard and wanting, dig into his chest. But he could not turn his head.
Their lips met. Her mouth opened. His mouth opened. He gave a half-sob in his throat as the pink tongue slid between his teeth and offered itself for the sacrifice. It was more than any man could stand. He bit into that wet, slippery tongue, and thought the top of his head would come off. His full male lust burst out of its prison. His hands shot down to her smooth, white buttocks and he began to move his cock, an inch, two inches, three inches-the whole shaft reaming in and out of her cunt.
"Ah, you doll. Ahhh, you baby. Fu-fucking you," he gasped as the last restraint broke.
"Oh, Dad. Oh, my God. You're drilling meeeee."
"Uhhhhh, keep-doinnnnng it."
"Saw-so good, Sam. Oh, Sam, it's so good."
After that first wild rush of total good feeling from his ramming prick she began to move her own body, thrilled to the limits of her being, everything turned on, her whole body open for the incest fuck. She grunted and thrashed, sweating, turning into a bitch animal, as their naked bellies sucked together and made lascivious sounds.
He was not used to the richness of the oils from her young cunt, nor the spring-lock pressure of her very young cunt. She bathed his member in hot, abundant girl oik and every inch of her tunnel pressed deliciously on his rod. A heavenly finger of good feeling ran from the thrilled head of his cock down his shaft and into his balls and back deep into his body so that he felt as if he were an instrument of pure, powerful sex destined to craze that young belly into fainting submission. His hands dug into the flesh of her buttocks as he gripped her tightly, forcing that fast trip on her.
She shuddered. She whined. She moaned. She groaned. Her whole middle was on fire and the joy extended down into her legs and up into her torso. Her gyrations could add little to the lust and power of that taking cock.
"Got to do it-all the way."
"Oh, me, oh my-my b-belly's so-taken."
"Sexy, luscious, little blonde bitch."
"Ream me. Ram it to me. Oh, I'm DYING."
He laughed hysterically as he showed her good old-fashioned screwing like he and Anna used to do it long ago in the nudist camp days when their bodies were new to each other and he could fuck all night. He felt Vivian's young body twist and jump in her fucked ecstasy, driven out of her mind by his masterful reaming, enslaved by the most powerful prick, driving by the hottest passion she'd ever felt.
"AH, YEEEE, AHHHH, YESSSSS," she cried passionately.
He pulled her up tighter to him and got his mouth on her tits, first one and then the other, inhaling the rich breasts and tongue-stroking her nipples at high speed. The sensations from her teased breasts almost made her faint it was so delicate, hot and good.
"Cay-can't staaaaand that. Oh, no," she begged. Her head went back and her body jerked.
He laughed. "This is prick. This is the total sex you wanted-trapped me into."
"Ahhhh, eeeee, ah, sooooo hot!"
Her nerves were whipped to the point of no return. She just couldn't handle any more of it.
The pleasure was so great she wanted to burst out of her skin and escape for fear his driving cock would destroy her forever.
"SAMMM. Got to GOOOQ," she whined.
It hit her like a physical blow. She whined and whimpered in animal madness as her orgasm rushed on her, locking her belly first in an exquisite freeze and then her poor, tortured cunt burst in powerful throbs-of girl submission, sucking on the wounding blade and expiring with startling spasms of her taken womanhood. Ung, ung, ung. She went faint with the rush of golden good feeling, squirming and jerking like a helpless child in the grips of the conquering father cock. She became a sex-stricken mass of orgasmic splendor, throbbing for him with bleating discharges of sweet sexual tension.
"HA! YOUUU-IIH-GONE," he suddenly cried.
His muscles just stopped on him-like that. A swelling stillness filled his body. His eyes bugged out. He gave an enormous grunt of throw-desire, then gasped and then surged up under the girl and spent off that crowning-, magnificent first spurt. Wham. Tight into her cunt, released with the craziest joy a man could feel. It was followed at once by the rest of his run of heavy, too-long held jism. Wham, wham, wham. He, cried out in delight, hugged her body and made her take his boiling masculinity, shot after shot while his body strained with the utter joy of his male explosion.
She was still coming as she took his shots and had to laugh happily. ...
It actually felt good to him when it tapered because the force and the effort had dazed him a little and those last shots of come into her cunt were comfortable and immensely satisfying. In a world whether few things were ever settled and done, an ejaculation was terrific. It exploded, it shot its fury and it finished with a sense of finality and left a golden glow in all parts of the body. After he was done, he held the crushed girl to his chest and absolutely wallowed in the after pleasure of the sex, feeling her juices still running and his juices joining now to mingle with his in full tribute to the loin power of father and daughter. They were one lusty family.
Vivian had not realized how much her own tension had become in these recent days. The release of her sex, after achieving her goal of helping her father, of temporarily replacing her foolish, wayward mother left her feeling creamy, good, exhausted and utterly happy.
"Oh, Dad, don't move."
"I LOVE you, honey."
"I love you. Dad."
They clung and their hearts slowed, their bodies cooled but still they laid plastered together as they first dozed and finally slipped off into deep, welcome sleep.
Vivian awoke first. She had fallen off her father's body and slept curled beside him, savoring the warmth of his presence. The light was still on in the room, though it was past midnight. She looked down at the coil of his big cock. It looked both innocent and powerful, hanging between his legs. His spilled semen had crystallized to a white, thin coating on his prick and between his thighs. Her own thighs were like-wise coated with the dried essence of their love-making, and the sight was very sexy. She smiled dreamily. There was nothing like sex, nothing at "all. How magnificent that run had been, as he burned off his heat and his passion inside of her. She was proud to be the daughter of such a virile man. It was true that she'd had a letch for him for a long, long time and it took her mother's accident and the following events to bring it to a head. She felt that she'd grown into full womanhood tonight. The world might shun her incestuous lust, but at this time and place it had been compellingly right, she felt.
She reached out and lifted the heavy mass of his cock and balls. Fabulous! She felt a return of warmth and excitement between her legs. Delicately she began to work and stroke his shaft. He moaned, twisting a little, but the cock grew in her hand. Inspired, she crouched down and slid it into her mouth, going after the crusted, spent happy juice they'd left behind ...
Sam awoke with a fierce, throbbing hard-on and a shivery, delicious feeling of sex in his groin. He stared down sleepily and then the events of the evening rushed back into his mind. Nor was it over.
Vivian bobbed her head on his cock. His snake stood up proudly, fiercely, red, and gleaming from her saliva as she applied suction. Her tongue, pink and wet, rimmed his cock head and her teeth nibbed the ridge where tfie mass of pleasure nerves were.
"Ohhhhhh. No!" he gasped.
Her soft fingers stroked his big balls which were full again. He felt it all, clear up his backbone.
"It is still our night," she whispered.
"I wasn't going to-we were going to do it once," he told her. He had to gyrate his loins and fuck up into her mouth in the thrilling play of her cocksuck.
"Just a little more ACTION," she begged. She held his shaft and sent him out of his mind by endlessly rimming the spade-shaped cock head with her tongue. She really knew how to give him oral sex. Already he could feel the spread of lust and the sex joy clear up his belly.
"You-don't have to," he gasped.
"You know I have to drink stud cock," she laughed and nibbled deliciously down the side of his shaft. He gave pleasurable dry-throbs to her loving.
"Honey, I-I-"
"Why are you SO TOUGH?" she asked. "Your terrific thing, mixes up a batch of happy juice over and over and you don't want to use it."
"We're being de-ahhhhhh!-decadent."
"So we are."
It was too late to stop her. He was getting wildly hot again to throw more jism. What did it say in the Good Book? Sin was always easier the second time, yet-it did turn him on like fury. He tried to pull her sexy little butt around to give her equal pleasure but she laughed and resisted.
"No need, no need. I've got ray own happy game."
He saw then that she had two fingers digging into her own pink and swollen cunt. She wanted to serve and service him all the way. He laid back and looked at the ceiling. At this time and in this place, he thought, I felt the exquisite pleasure of my oldest daughter sucking the life out of my crazy cock. It was sheer MADNESS-and the most delicious oral sensation he'd ever felt, just to lay there passively and watch her beautiful body twist to her own masturbation as she teased and sucked his hot, eager penis.
He bunted up into her mouth wordlessly. It seemed that each stroke built new fires of pleasure in his shaft and the good news shot deep into his body where all the glands, valves and pipes got ready for another magnificent throw.
"Vivian, I-oh, hell," he said. "I want you to suck me crazy..."
She made a pleased sound in her throat. He stroked her milky soft skin as she lifted him, watching her velvet body writhe and her beautiful face glow as she performed fellatio on him and took him right up to heaven. It was strangely restful and exciting at the same time, to lay back and let it happen. He felt like the king of the world, detached up above but a boiling mass of good feeling down below. He felt proud of his own cock rising, rising to prod into that hot, tight mouth, to surrender its sex nerve-endings to the snake tongue and nibbling teeth, and to urge himself and her to a higher, ever higher pitch.
Orgasm crept over him stealthily and steadily, from peaks of high good feeling to overcome the sense of the impossibility of tossing cock juices into his daughter's mouth to the possibility and then the certainty. It felt so good to rise that way, letting the flood of happiness steal over him until he panted and his heart throbbed and he sweated and rose to the inevitable explosion.
"Vivian, I'm sucked out-going-giving."
He experienced a wild moment of utter sexuality as she broke him. Then he had to grunt and fuck up as deep into her mouth as she'd let him go, and rinse off that leaping joy passion.
"Ah. Uh, uh, uh."
Hot darts of liquid male flames spurted into her mouth and she drank them down, making greedy sounds in her throat. He stared intently down ;at the scene and felt the shivery delight and fulfillment of shooting off gobs of jism and seeing her soft throat muscles work to swill down his cock products.
Incest? He was in the middle of it now-and doomed.
Chapter Six
"So make me hard," said Walt Price. Marcy laughed. "Open your pants, soldier." He made a face at her and unzipped his pants. His cock was average in size and very soft right now, although his balls looked very full to Marcy. She wore only a glossy housecoat of black silk, a trifle she'd picked up somewhere in some Chinatown. San Francisco? New York? It got hard to remember.
"You don't get hard much, Walter." "At least I don't fuck my brains out when we've got a fire going."
"Now, now teammate. We haven't got hurt yet."
"No thanks to you," he sneered. "On that Taylor restaurant fire you nearly kilted yourself, that character Taylor and me."
"Fires make me feel sexy."
"Yeah, and one day you're going to forget to walk out. It almost happened in Seattle. And again in Denver."
"Oh, Walter, Walter, we haven't missed yet."
She'd been cleaning her small apartment. She reached down for the snake of the vacuum cleaner hose. She turned on the machine and it purred quietly. They could EASILY talk above the noise of it.
"What the hell is THAT for?" he asked.
She winked at htm. She parted her housecoat and he caught a flash of red pubic hairs. She snuggled the metal suction segment to her pelvis. The vacuum cleaner whined. She moved it down over her cunt. Her head came back and her eyes closed as the machine ingested her pink folds. She used it delicately, passing it over the length of her box quickly and sending it back for a second and a third pass.
"Jeez, what a NUT," he blurted.
She let her housecoat fall back in place, stepped forward and before he realized what she was doing she suctioned up his soft cock into the hole of the metal stem of the vacuum cleaner. He came up on his toes, his eyes getting big as his soft cock vibrated in the suction hole.
"WHAT-THE HELL!"
She laughed and sucked on his prick, sucked into the tiny piss hole.
"Marcy, listen, stop that now. Hey, listen, don't do that. Don't-DO-that. Oh, Oh, Oh."
She pulled off the metal stem with a sudden 'slurp' and released his cock. It looked red and fussed and it was half hard just from the short suction he'd had.
"Jeez, that is something else. Wow!"
"Listen, we got to talk about that grocery store job. The Rogers store."
"You loused that up pretty good, Walter. You had that blonde kid going, big love deal, access to the place, plenty of time to look it over, get keys made-then you got her mad at you and cut us off."
"\ told you, I'm working on the sister."
"We could've had it all set up by now with just the one sister."
"Listen, Marcy, you asshole. We couldVe also had it set up if you'd let old Rogers plug you that night when you got drunk. But, noooo, hotshot Marcy had to get tanked up and miss out"
She waved a hand. "I was just too uptight waiting for the word on the Taylor job to come through. One job at a time. I'd waited a long time for a good fire like that one."
"You FREAK!"
She merely grinned at him, turning on the vacuum again. Walt gulped, but didn't try to stop her as she picked up his cock with the suction hole of the vacuum. His half-hard penis shot in with a slurp, and his meat was fluttered in the metal tube by the strong suction. He gasped and his eyes got big.
"Jezzzzz. Oh, wow!"
The feeling was absolute exquisite. The powerful suction made his prick go full hard so that it no longer fluttered so sexily against the circular metal, but the good feeling roared in him from the constant, heavy pull of the machine.
trying to suck his jism right out of his body. Marcy moved the metal just an inch on his cock. When she eased her pull, the vacuuum grabbed that inch back with a powerful grikkkk.
"MARCY-it's-it's-"
"You won't last long," she laughed, jiggling the metal tube that clutched his cock in a death lock. He came up on his toes, crazed by the crude but exciting pull of the vacuum. He'd never felt such an incredible suction. He began to pant and sweat.
"Marcy-oh, my God. Wow! Wow!"
"Give it up, Walter. Throw your seed in the machine guts and make a machine baby."
"Oh, oh, oh."
She walked him back to the bed, pulling him by his cock attached to the vacuum cleaner. He had to come along.
"Now, don't," he whined. "Oh, don't do that. Now don't, Marcy."
She fell back on the bed and grinned up at him. She pulled the vacuum off his cock which gave it up slowly, reluctantly. When his cock filled the hole of the cleaner, the motor had whined in the extra load of its tunnel being blocked. Once his cock was gone the motor settled back down to its contented purr.
He stood there beside the bed, and they both saw his cock throbbing. It looked like it had already had sex, red and fussed, with some streaks of dirt from the vacuum metal tube. But it stretched hard and tight.
"Ahhhh, Marcy, that's crazeee. It almost pumped me out. It's too small, it hurts when I'm full hard."
She waved the rubber snake with the metal ending. "Just one more jolt?" , "Oh, no, not for me. I've had it."
She opened her housecoat, revealing her luscious thighs and wet and swollen cunt.
"I won't promise my cunt will suck as hard."
"Oh, now, Marcy. You know how I am."
"You don't want me."
"I-I-I" he stammered looking miserable.
She gave him no chance to make up his mind. She swung up the vacuum again and vacuumed up his prick. With his hard stander, it hurt going in that time, because his cock was bigger around than the vacuum hole.
"OWWWW."
Then the motor screamed at full contact and his cock was locked full length once more in the metal tube. Pain gave way to extreme bliss. He came up on his toes and froze. He'd never felt anything so offbeat sexy in his life than the sweet, overpowering grab of that vacuum on his cock.
He stared down at Marcy, stuttering, his face frozen in horror.
"l-l-nooo-l-"
Then he gave a great cry of delicious wounding as the machine took his prick. His knees went weak and his whole belly and insides thrilled to the maximum on that forced orgasm.
"AH-HAH!" he yelled.
Marcy could see his balls giving up jism to the machine. He got off about three luscious shots that were sucked up by the vacuum and hurled into the oblivion of dust bag, or more likely strung out along the rubber hose. She jerked off the sleeve from his spending cock. At the same time she opened her housecoat all the way.
Hot come shot out of Walt's prick as he grunted, crouched and threw his seed. A graceful loop spun lazily through the air, like someone had tossed a necklace and splatted over her naked tits and belly. Another shot followed to splat on her belly across her navel. The next spurt in a diminishing series laid on her lower belly and pubic hairs, with some of the body hot stuff sinking its goo into her mesh of hairs like a gob of honey thrown on a bush, dribbling down in strings.
"Lover!" shouted Marcy with a raucous laugh. She began to make passes at her cunt again with the vacuum cleaner tube, and sucking up his greasy jism from her body between passes.
Walt Price stood there, emptied, glowing, his cock hurting a little from the machine treatment but sensing the good feeling of balls emptied. He had to shake his bead. That Marcy O'Brien was something else again ...
Jan knew there was something subtlety different about the party that Walt Price took her to. It was held in somebody's double garage in a poorer section of town near a black neighborhood. Industrial Cleveland had its share of blacks, never mind about that! But it wasn't the blacks, although a few of them were there. It made her a little uneasy-but these days lots of things made her uneasy. In fact, her old, comfortable life seemed pretty well shattered.
"Wait for me here, doll. I'll be right back," said Walt and took off outside to talk to someone. That was Walt, always going outside to talk to someone... the party really jumped with loud disco music pounding from the walls, a strobe light going, and guys with beads, their shirts open to the waist, or. some with no shirts at all. Plenty were bearded and the costumes were weird. Well, it wasn't exactly a costume party; and yet everybody was gotten up in a pretty exotic fashion, Some girls wore T-shirts so thin you could practically see their breasts, and there were some in wet leather and some in metallic silver outfits-Still even mat wasn't too wild for her. If you'd ever been to one of those midnight showings of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show", you saw fancier stuff. There was marijuana, of course, and probably cocaine and maybe some other stuff, but you found that at any middle-class party in Cleveland and elsewhere.
She fit the scene. She'd put on a terry cloth bikini set of panties under a Hawaiian skirt-only her skirt was not grass-it was long, shimmering tassels of gleaming plastic like cellophane. Her breasts were contained in an abbreviated tank top that she'd cut open and closed with shoelaces. Plenty sexy. Guys came up and smiled and tried to dance with her or at least made cracks, but she held back. Something was wrong with this party.
Well, she never drank much and she didn't take dope in any form, not even marijuana, so that part didn't worry her.. .She saw Doug Crandall and the whole scene came into focus.
Doug Crandall had been in her high school class-he'd also been in jail a few times. He belonged to that fringe of kids who get into trouble, some of them into big trouble. Juvenile hall, stuff like that. He'd been into stolen cars, ripping off stereos, stuff like that. It was, she decided, a pretty rough crowd if, he were here. Her mother and father wouldn't approve certainly, and it surely wasn't her sort of group. There was something both furtive and. bold about the kids, as if they kept looking over their shoulders to see if there might be a cop around.
Crandall saw her across the garage, looked surprised, and then waved and smiled. She returned a half-hearted wave. She was only surprised that Vivian's ex-boyfriend would travel in these kind of circles, but she didn't feel too upset.
"Hi-what're you doing in this mob of thieves and cutthroats?" came a voice in henear.
She came out of her reverie to see Doug Crandall standing there. They hadn't been friends in school, she stood above law-breaking. But when you ran into somebody you knew slightly in a party of strangers it was natural to be friendly.
"I didn't know the company was that bad."
"Not a body here hasn't been in court at least once. Some have done time. Some are on probation. Not where I'd expect to find Jan Rogers."
"I'm with Walt Price."
His eyebrows raised and he whistled. "Oh, that one. Hey, are you into some kind of trouble. How's your family and the store?"
"I'm not in trouble, but things are lousy at home."
"Oh."
He looked great. He really did. He always had had a tall, handsome body and he wore only a vest tonight, some beads and clean jeans, not the dirty ones he used to wear at school. He had Indian moccasins on his feet. She'd expected boots.
"You know Walt."
"Uh-yeah, pretty good. He isn't your kind of guy, Jan."
That surprised her. There was something totally different about Doug. He seemed almost fatherly.
"He used to go with my sister."
Crandall pursed his lips. "Kind of odd. Price gets around in some pretty heavy circles, but he always could lay on the charm when he wanted."
They danced and she quit worrying about the crowd and let the music seep into her being, let the noise and the action, the babbies and shrieks of the crowd numb her out of her worries. Pretty soon Walt was back and she danced with him. He suggested that they might sneak into the Rogers store and swipe some wine. Be a good joke on her father. She vetoed that in a hurry. Later she wondered if Walt was a robber. Maybe he wanted to get into the store to steal a bunch of stuff. Or tap the till, or both. Maybe, for God's sake, that's why he'd gone with Vivian to begin with.
She had a few drinks and became a little dizzy, but mainly she just floated. Doug and Walt talked. Pretty soon they came and took her away from the party.
"Where to next?" she called out. "Don't want to get home till dawn."
"We're going to an apartment of one of Walt's friends," said Doug. The strange thing was, he had his arm around her and Walt didn't seem to mind. Walt was off on one of his mental trips, scowling through the windshield and paid no attention when Doug leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and whispered. -"I dig you, Jan. ALWAYS DID in school."
That made her heart leap. Imagine-this big rough, tough kid with the slouch and the wise ways, a sort of folk-hero to the nice kids because he was so bad, Now he told her that he was impressed with her back then.
"But you never showed it, Doug."
"I never showed a lot of things back then,"
They ended up in a nondescript apartment, a woman's apartment from the looks of it. Not an intellectual. There were no books but there were stacks of records and cheap, garish things that a woman might bring home from an amusement park.
There was a vacuum cleaner on the sofa, tank type, and Walt picked it up to take it out and told them to flop and make themselves at home arid vanished.
Doug kissed her smack on the mouth, hugging her tight and it was a kiss loaded with sex desire. She came out of it gasping.
"Doug! I'm with Walt, you know."
"I know. I talked to Walt and he said it was all right^ We can go as far as we want."
That cut her like a hot knife cutting into butter. The kink of it turned her on. Imagine-going with Walt and he brings a friend home to kiss her! And she liked the new Doug Crandall. She gave him back an open-mouthed, honest kiss and laughed.
"Looks like a good night for a threesome."
"That's what it is. I'd prefer to have you to myself, but beggars can't be choosers."
They went back to kissing. The first thing she knew Doug got to those laces that held her top closed. She caught his hand.
"Be careful. There're a couple of volcanoes in there. They could explode."
"I'm a BRAVE explorer," he laughed.
She didn't want him to undo her tank top and expose her naked breasts, but she was thrilled to think of playing at sex with Doug while Walt was in the other room. Two guys. Wow! He got the laces open.
"Oh, Jan, wow!" His face had a beautiful look, like he'd discovered gold or something.
"What's the matter? Haven't you ever looked at PLAYBOY?"
"They never had anything like these."
He cupped them reverently and kissed them gently. Her nipples shot up to high standing and she gave a vexed laugh.
"You are different-than I thought you were."
"I've learned a lot, Jan. I've come a long way since school. I don't ride the dark side of the road any more."
Then he palmed one breast and ate the nipple of the other. Her cunt immediately went into high gear. It felt magnificent.
"Aww, Doug, no, now listennnnnn," she wailed.
She was afraid he'd make her too hot and embarrass her. She creamed between her legs and her tits glowed. Maybe it was because there'd been so much dismal stuff lately and this was happy time. But he went too fast, especially with Walt in the next room. She pulled her breasts free and covered them with her hands.
"I've got an idea," he laughed. "Walt has a Hawaiian record around here somewhere. You can give us the good old hula dance."
He hooked up the music and she did her best hula as remembered from TV and movies, it felt real great and as she caught the swaying spirit of the movements she followed Doug's gestures to lower her hands. It was priceless to watch his face as she danced half-naked, her breasts, full and ripe, swaying sexily, free and exposed. "Wow, that is incredible," he cheered her. She felt steamed up now as her long shimmering tassels slid sexily over her thighs and legs. When Doug rose to restart the record and turned his back temporarily, she skinned off her terry cloth panties, giggling.
Once again it was a real delight to watch his face as her steps went wilder and faster, her arms gracefully flowed, her breasts swayed and now he could see bare skin-much too much for decency-as her hips moved. He cried out then in lust. He broke his zipper and his cock flipped out of his pants. She almost died then. His member looked exactly like her father's, that same shapely, full and powerful canon that she'd studied so much in that magazine.
He just came up to her and caught her and danced with her. "Oh, Jan, hon, that's rich...
rich..."
She felt his prick, invading her skirt, snuggling under the strands of her costume to rub her naked belly. She felt the wetness of his preseminal fluid dab on her skin. His hand slid under the long, waving strands of the skirt to knead the moving muscle of her buttocks and he dug them into her flesh, breathing fast.
"You-are the real-thing, hon. Sooooo BEAUTIFUL!"
They collapsed on the sofa and that time when he kissed her, she felt the full, sexy effect of his hard-on pressing into her stomach, his balls lost in her pubic hair. Her cunt was wet and ready; her thighs felt streaks of deep sexuality. Walt Price had really missed on this round. Really missed!
As Doug poised above her on the sofa she stopped him.
"Doug, can we do this? I mean, with Walt-"
"Hon, I've been on a few dates with Walt and he really digs this, it's what he wants."
She stared up into Doug's face with total surprise, to realize that a boy she hardly knew was about to fuck her and lay his babystuff in her. Jan often found that she surprised herself when she was on one of her kink trips. Yet she'd known Doug a long time, really, except that she hadn't known him-His cock slid up into her juicy cunt and he groaned in deep pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, Jan, I've dreamed of this."
She doubted that. Guys would say anything, do anything to get that old pickle inside of you, and yet she thrilled to think of Doug in High School, looking at her in some classroom or across the campus and fantasizing reaming into her.
"Ahh, uhh, it feels so good," she reported.
"I was in jail a-uh- while. I thought about a lot of girls. I thought about you, Jan."
That really stunned her a little and her belly began to sing and glow from his fuck. He sounded serious. Maybe this one time a guy didn't lie. She strained up under him and their loins rocked in delicious friction, his cock tightly gripped by her young cunt, riding her clitoris, feeling so great and filling her with rich joy.
"I was scared of y-y-youuuu, Doug."
"Not any more. Oh, hon-so hot-"
She heard a crazy sound from the next room. It was the muted sound of a vacuum cleaner. That was absolutely wild.
"Walt is-cleaning his room?" she gasped in total astonishment
"Don't worry about Walt," he whispered. "Just remember, when he comes out, he'll want to get into the act. I hope you can manage."
She thrilled. It was actually going to happen. Two guys at once. But she had to make a fuss about that.
"Doug, I couldn't. Ah-uh."
"Hon, help me, help me. I'm straight now. I'm a private cop. I'm working on this guy. This is my first big one. I know you're straight. You can help me. Play along with him, whatever he does. He thinks I'm still into thieving. Oh, oh."
That really sent her up the wall. She'd just been curious, and a little jealous over her sister's boyfriend. She thought he was good-looking and sexy and she just wanted to dip her toe in and find out-and look at all the stuff she got into!
Nobody loved intrigue more than she. Nobody loved a sudden kink sex situation more than she. She dug the bodies of both of these guys.
Walt came into the room, naked and with a hard-on. His cock, almost as big as Doug's, jutted out, looking red and fussed. He stared at them with hot eyes, Doug shoving his prick up into Jan, grunting happily, into serious fucking, Jan, legs spread, face angelic, working her loins hotly and moaning.
"That's SOMETHING! Walt called happily. "That's really walking on water, you two. Hey-wham!"
He came up to them on the sofa and Jan felt new hot thrills as that big jutter approached her face. She knew what she was supposed to do. She gave a little scream of protest as he shoved his prick at her face-then grabbed it and sucked it into her mouth. A big, daddy-like cock reaming her down below, a hard sister-boyfriend cock reaming into her mouth. She sucked on Walt's rod as if it was going to be her last pleasure of sex ever in her life. Her body sang and glowed with the heat of two pricks reaming her. The slide of Doug's cock between her legs crazed her to a wild, abandoned feeling, while the capture of that other hard prick in her mouth made her feel good from her breasts up. Walt took care of those nipples as she sucked him, groaning in delight as he bent forward to suckle them, palm them and knead them, giving her a steady sex flow in the upper part of her body. Down below was pure heaven with the Daddy-like cock driving in and out, in and out. Her belly felt as if it were a new network of pleasure nerves all sizzling and connected to thrill her to gasping splendor. "Ah, men," she gasped between sucks. "Ah, this thing-"
"Getting it deep-hotter, faster," cried Doug as he fucked her with more and more speed, his body tense and pleasure-locked.
"I'm so HARD. God, I'm HARD," exulted Walt. He lifted his head off her breasts and threw it back, eyes closed, as he fucked magnificently into her mouth, his hands still busy over the wet patches he'd sucked onto her breasts. It was all wet, hot, smooth, slick and totally sexy.
Jan listened to the pounding of the blood in her ears and heard the exciting sounds of two guys' cocks reaming out her body. There was the slurp and suction noises, open and obscene, of her mouth servicing Walt and there was the soft whisper of blade grooving into girl box. Walt made soft, hissing sounds in his throat while Doug kept grunting in a more and more animal lust. Her own fuck sounds reminded her mostly of a deep-throated whimper. She didn't think it could feel so good without her screaming and jumping out of her skin, but as the pace increased she just thrilled to higher, keener levels of good feelings as her body began to twist. She almost prayed for the relief of orgasm against that tight, sensitive grip of her frenzied nerves in her taken body.
It went on and on. Both cocks were YOUNG and POWERFUL. Her own body had a deep capacity for sex that had never been tested until this moment.
Her orgasm seemed to reach down from the sky, a thickening dizzy sensation of ultimate pleasure from nerves that coutd stand no more friction. She began to jerk and whine, losing Walt's cock.
"Oh, I can't lake it any more. I've had it. Oh, nowwwww," she went.
Her body went into a surge and stilled. She lived in the world of heavenly freeze, that moment when her body turned off everything except the delicious lock of muscles before her sex burst. Doug cried out in joy to have made her. It felt to him like her cunt expanded to flee from his prick that dominated her, and then it broke, sucking and trembling and gripping on his member with spasmodic throbs.
"Ah, eeee, ah, ah," she went.
Everything spilled over inside of her. Her heart raced, her ears rang, her mind went dizzy with sweet pleasure as she paid off for her lovers, clipping the prick inside of her and whining out her ecstasy. Gung, gung, gung. How heavenly it felt to give up her sex treasure in those deep-belly throbs of passion, and how hot they were as Doug kept fucking her right through her bursting. Her loins came up, locked, throbbed, fell away, came up again to lock and throb, and kept on doing it. She wanted Doug to have all of her sweet young sexuality, while her hand still gripped Walt's throbbing prick and made him gasp.
"Uh, uh, uh," she groaned.
She sighed with the relief of her bursting splendor and was able to taper, to relax and fall back and come up again to the prick slower, to feed it still more, but weaker quakes of submission. At last she went still, completely fucked out, glowing.
Her spent, dominated body, weak from orgasm, turned Doug on to the full fury of his climax. He pounded his prick into her cunt for another ten or twenty strokes, crazing himself with the delicious friction. Then it was his turn to lose muscular control and go helpless.
"OHHHH, JAN, YOU'RE-FUUUUUUUCKED," he whined. "Ah. HOOO."
Spurt, spurt, spurt. He laid his cock right against her womb and rinsed it and her whole cunt with young man's gushes of sex cream. She gasped at the pressure of his explosion. He gave a relieved laugh to explode all that white hot contained fury into her body. "Ahhhhh, weeeeee," he went. His buttocks and belly tensed as he rode off to orgasm giving her EXQUISITE pleasure with his thick white hot sperm.
That turned Walt on. He grabbed Jan's head, ramming his cock into her mouth. Feeling great, she sucked hard and demanding on his reddened prick and he came right up on his toes.
"Got to-gooo," he apologized and then wheezed and released his load in her mouth. Just as the other cock began to taper in her cunt. Thrilled, though finished, she eagerly drank the foaming come, taking it down as fast as that little live animal in her mouth spumed it off.
"Uuuuuu-weeeeee," laughed Walt happily. He held her tightly, grunting it all off, almost as much rich jissum as Doug had thrown into her guts. It was a magnificent, kinky romp with the two boys.
Shortly after they finished the phone rang and Walt walked it into the kitchen to talk. Doug grabbed her arm:
"Listen, an insurance company hired me to check up on Walt. He has a partner, a suspected arsonist, Marcy O'Brien."
"Good God!"
"Don't mess with this guy. He's partly kooked and the girl's worse. We think they deliberately set that Taylor fire. 'Believe me, Jan, they're bad news....".
Chapter Seven
The next three days were really low spots for
Jan. Dad visited the hospital and came back in a bad mood-he and Mom had some argument going about renting their lake land to Mark
Taylor. To make it worse, Vivian and Dad weren't getting along too well which made work at the store harder. On top of that, Jan had her own problems. Walt was crazy to date her after that double sex, and so was Doug Crandall. As usual, having done something far out and daring, Jan wanted to pull back and think about it, so she didn't want to date either one of them just now. She stayed home nights for fear of running into one or the other of them at the places the young people went.
On the third night Dad and Vivian had a horrible fight at dinner time. It centered around some spaghetti that Viv cooked, but Jan knew that wasn't what really made them angry with each other. Some kind of crisis had been coming on for a long time.
"I guess I should move out," said Vivian. '-I guess I've hung around here too long and you're tired of me. Dad."
"Some of the things you do, I can't allow," said Sam. "It's as simple as that."
Vivian went off to her room in tears and Sam tried to explain it all to Jan.
"I guess you've noticed that Vivian and I don't get along much these days."
"Yes, Dad."
He seemed to ponder something. At last, sucking on his pipe, he took Jan into the living room. "Jan, there's something I've got to talk to you about."
She sat down patiently to listen, but it seemed hard for Sam. He hemmed and hawed for quite a while. At last he said:
"I guess I can tell you this straight out, Jan. After all, we got into-a kind of sex thing. So it won't shock you."
She blushed but didn't say anything. That seemed to help him. He looked highly embarrassed as it was.
"Well, Jan, it seems that one night Vivian and l-uh, got it off."
She kept her face calm, although her heart raced. So it WAS TRUE! Sam and Vivian had actually done it. It shocked her and turned her on like mad, even though she'd suspected something like this. She felt a high tingle between her legs.
"Since then she's been-"Sam moped his brow and smoked his pipe furiously. "It's as if she-wants to take over. Wants more, as if-"
His voice trailed off in misery. "Jan, don't you know that's INCEST, It's impossible! I CAN'T excuse myself for what happened even that one time, let alone think of doing it some more. But she came into my shower one day. One night she came into my bedroom."
"Weird!" Jan burst out. But the idea of Dad tossing her sister made her begin to flow down below. Wow!
"She's got to quit!" cried Dad. His eyes stared and his voice shook. Finally he seemed to control himself. "Jan, I think by your knowing-if she knows that you know. Well, it would embarrass her and she might behave herself. That's why I'm telling you." "Sure, Dad, I-"
But he jumped up from his easy chair and escaped to his bedroom. Apparently telling Jan took all the courage he had for the moment. She watched him go, shaking her head.
After a moment, with his bedroom door shut and when she saw he wasn't coming back, she went to Vivian's room. Vivian was packing a couple of suitcases.
"What do you think you're doing?" "I'm packing a bag to go stay with Ellen Dominick, that's what I'm doing. I'm tried of our stupid fattier."
Jan sank on the bed. "So you finally got him to plug you, dear sister. Was it good?"
Vivian blushed and opened her mouth to give an angry reply. Instead she gave a humorless snort. "Does it show that much?"
"For the past couple of years I thought it might happen."
"He needs help. He's in a bad way. Mom's got a lover, you know."
"What! You're kidding!"
"No. Mark Taylor. That should be no surprise. That eel has been oozing around for a long time."
"Mark Taylor. My God!"
"Dad's going crazy for the lack of love and sex-but he really doesn't know it. He covers it with this political thing. He's going to crash if I don't help out-but I'm not going to hang around and be treated like some kind of a loathsome whore."
"Does he know about this?"
"Of course he doesn't know about it, stupid. It would kill. him. Let Mom tell him if she wants. I won't. Don't you, either."
"Oh, I won't. I .won't!" Jan felt so hot she thought she'd die. Wow, things had really gone wild.
"I think in a few days Sam will come to his senses and figure out what he really needs," said Vivian. "Until then, I'll stay at Ellen's. I'll come over in the daytime and work in the store, but I won't stay here nights. Will you TELL him?"
Jan said she'd tell Sam and watched Vivian go feeling wilder and wilder. It meant that she and Dad would be all alone in the big apartment over the store tonight-tomorrow night-probably after that. Vivian, in her big ego bind didn't seem to realize that. Jan pondered that while she cleaned up the dinner dishes and put things in order. She'd suddenly been promoted to the woman of the house, with alt the obligations-and privileges-attached thereto. She felt a little dizzy with all the erotic ideas that flooded through her head.
After a while Dad came out and said: "Well, had Miss High and Mighty said anything about our argument?" He looked at Vivian's door with a scowl and Jan realized that he thought she was still in her room.
"Oh-she's-in her room painting. You know how she gets when she paints. Won't come out for anything. But she did say one thing." "What was that?"
"Something about you're going to bed tonight but you won't get much chance to sleep." He groaned. "She wouldn't dare-" "Vivian likes her way. I wouldn't put it past her to make you a midnight visit."
He started for the closed door of Vivian's room. '^Dammit, I won't stand ..."
"Wait, Dad! I've got a better idea. I mean if you really want to make her look foolish and teach her a lesson. We'll change bedrooms. Then if she sneaks into your room, she'll get a real surprise and it'll turn her off."
He looked at her frowning for a moment. Then his face lightened and he grinned, "You've got it, Jan. We'll switch bedrooms. She'll stumble into you. That ought to teach her a lesson she won't forget!"
He chuckled and went off to his room. A little later he emerged with a few night things and headed for Jan's room. He winked at her and made a gesture of derision at the closed door of Vivian's room, sure she was still in there, painting her lust out in her surly solitary manner.
Despite her excited state, Jan took her time. She'd often heard her mother say 'Don't try to wake up your father around midnight. It's impossible!' So she waited until very late before she tiptoed into her room. Her victim lay partly on his side, fast asleep in her bed, the covers thrown back. Because it was summer, he slept only in his shorts and she could see most of his nude body.
She went and got the old nudist magazine, opened it to his picture and stood beside the bed, comparing the past with the present. There really wasn't that much difference. He still had the sleek, masculine lines, the sexy skin, even much of the muscle he used to have, due to his active life.
She held her breath and parted the opening of his boxer shorts so she could ease his pulsing cock out. The big snake conveniently curled for her, gleaming in the dim night light. His balls looked achingly full. She gave a gasp of excitement and shuddered as sexual thrills raced through her body.
She stripped quickly to the buff and then oiled her body with a fragrant body lotion. She held her fingers under his sleeping nose and his face seemed to soften as he inhaled the rich scent of flowers.
"Dream sexy dreams," she murmured.
She knelt by his bed and began to play with his appealing cock, ever so gently. Her first passes were merely brush strokes. Slowly his sex instrument started to uncoil. She watched it grow with fascination. She put some of the lotion on her hand and greased his balls very gently and saw that his cock continued to grow and he gave a sleeping cry of pleasure, muted and dreamy.
She knelt to bring her face close to his cock and blew warm, fragrant breath on it. It continued to stiffen up. Very gently, she took the now-big blade into her mouth and gave it the softest of sucks. The muscle hardened to her touch and
Sam gave a single sex bunt and a groan of joy in his sleep. She guessed that Sam's dream had turned highly erotic.
, She took hold of the penis and examined it with curiosity. This stiff male instrument had helped in creating her being. The miracle was that she could milk it into her own belly and create new life, if society would allow it. But she didn't want a baby. She wanted the excitement of milking off his sex stuff.
It gleamed with her saliva, and the skin, darker than his belly, seemed especially glossy in the hard state. The shaft and head were almost seven inches long and his rod was bigger around than others she'd seen. Heavy duty, that was for sure.
Purple veins fed excited blood into his muscle to keep him hard and the little dark hole on top seemed extended. That delicate passage was ready at all times of the hard-on to expel the deep-body bursts of manhood to the outside world. The mushroom-shaped head was elongated and sleek, crown-like, hooded looking and delicious.
She poured some lotion into her hand and polished his shaft and cock head until it glistened. The prick felt very hot and gave a dull throb that Sam must've felt, for he stirred and gave a pleasant moan.
She guessed that sex was about as long as it was wide. In otfier words, you could get it off in a rush by hot, hard and fast action and cream in fifty strokes or maybe less. Or else you could gently play for five hundred strokes before the nerves were teased and crazed into exploding.
Kneeling beside her bed with her father in it, she gave herself some attention. She jacked herself off with impertinent fingers, giving little gasps of pleasure as her cunt swelled and flowed. She used her body-hot gland juices to paint on his prick to keep his hard-on tight.
Ever so gently she urged him from the side position to one of laying flat on his back, flopping him over at last and holding her bream.
"Wazzat?" he murmured, his sleep-drugged eyes shining open for a minute. Then he fell back asleep, his cock jutting up from his belly. She opened the waist of his shorts and worked them free until she had him naked. She kept him hard with an occasional stroke of his blade.
She worked delicately, carefully swinging her leg over his hips and bringing her cunt down slowly, ever so slowly, towards that hard jutter. She could see her blonde pubic hairs and his darker ones, closing in, coming closer and closer. Crouched over him, she parted her cunt lips very wide. Then slowly she released them to fold around the head of his prick. Her wet, pink outer lips took him.
Holding her breath, thrilling to the high sex excitement, she pressed down, forcing his prick head to rub her clit. The electric thrills raced through her.
"Oh, Sam, we're FUCKING," she whispered.
She felt the mushroom end of his stabber notch into her inner cunt tunnel. Sam had committed incest and had carnal knowledge of his second daughter at that point. She knew the law never said you had to get it off, just penetrate.
She held there for long moments and Sam, in his happy sleep of erotic madness, fucked up into her cunt about an inch further.
"Uuup," she gave a gasp.
Gently, using, careful muscle control, she eased off of his prick. The top of it was rich with her cunt gloss. But it was far too soon to let him wake up. He would escape or at least fling his seed into the air unless she worked him up carefully to within an inch of exploding and then let him wake as he came.
She laid the nudist magazine on his belly and stared at his nudity in the magazine and then his real-life nudity, as she once again began to jack herself off with her fingers. She took a long time on that, heating herself up with a dreamy stare at both the picture of the big cock and the sight of its hard reality. Occasionally she used a soft hand to keep Sam's prick hard. At one crazy moment she thought she might hypnotize herself to the point where the cock in the magazine grew hard and burst. She drove herself high and hot but stopped before her lust made her ride it off. When she felt impossibly sexy, sweating all over, she stopped masturbating and crawled forward over his body to let her full tits brush his chest. The singing sensation in her nipples was fantastic.
"Oh, Sam, how could you do this to your own daughter?" she whispered.
Softly she licked- Sam's chest, making them hard, but careful not to wake him. Then she slid off his body. She got the bottle of lotion again and gently greased his balls, only this time she drove her fingers down behind his firm, meaty testicles into the furrow of his crack, greasing his seam. She pressed gently on his asshole and his loins came up, straining a little.
She scurried back in fear, afraid that she'd awakened him, but he fell back into slumber and lay perfectly still.'She i-crept forward again. By now his cock was pretty well down the road, she thought. If he'd been having a wet dream he'd be pretty well ready to explode it.
She anointed her nipples with the cream and thrilled herself one more time by rubbing the stiff, hot little peaks on his cock shaft. It practically made her come, but she doubted he knew what that was in his sleep. It was time to take greater chances. She slid his prick into her mouth, applying light suction and loved it all the way down the shaft. It seemed to come alive and throb in sexy, dry quakes for her. After a continual tease on his erection of some twenty minutes, he had to be hot enough to explode.
She mounted him carefully once more. All she could ask for at this point was to get his prick locked deep inside of her so that he couldn't escape without throwing seed. Once more she parted her cunt lips, fit his stiff shaft to her hot box and oozed down, not being so careful this time.
"HAH!" she went, gasping. Sam rolled restlessly under her, muttering and twisting, then jerking his body at the rush of good feeling to have his stiff prick fucking boldly up into his daughter's cunt. He began to awaken, at first his eyes dazed and then his gaze turning to wonder as he saw the naked girl on top of his hips-and surely, surely felt the hot in-grip of her cunt along his shaft.
"J-J-J-Jan," he muttered. She didn't answer. She lowered her body on top of his bringing those big, sensitive breasts down on his chest, her sensual lips looming towards his mouth.
Sam had, indeed, passed through a series of erotic dreams, so powerful that he thought he was awake. Somehow a sexy young woman-his censor made it Marcy, the redhead-had crept into his bedroom and offered herself to him. She couldn't make up her mind whether to suck his cock or ride it, and in between she jacked him off with warm, silken hands. He was tied up, unable to move and his happy cock throbbed and surged but couldn't qujte get enough stimulation to throw seed. He got hotter and more frustrated. He cried out to her to let him grip her hips and come. At last, when his sex equipment literally boiled with desire and good feeling, she mounted him and he enjoyed the luscious pleasure of ramming deep in her cunt. But he was teased so hot that he could hardly bear the wild delight of the final, firm friction. At that point he came awake and saw Jan on his hips.
He thrilled to her sexuality even as he felt a shock of dismay. It had never occurred to him that his youngest daughter would be as lecherous for incest sex as Vivian.
"Oh, Jan. Oh, no, no, no," h^ protested.
She folded down on him, pressing those sexy, luscious girl tits into his chest. He felt her mouth, sensed her sweet breath, gloried in the feel of her wet, open mouth kissing his. He wanted to stop the action but there was no possible way. His whole body was honed up for a magnificent, gut-emptying orgasm. Somehow the girl had teased him to a glazed state in his sleep.
Automatic body desires swept aside all restraints. He gave a cry of lust, hugged her naked body on top of his, opened his mouth and drove his tongue into her hot mouth, sending it down her throat. He fucked the girl, five or six luxurious, impossibly delicious cock strokes, hammering into her soft, tight cunt. "OH, GOD!" he cried.
His whole body locked in an incredible, sweet freeze of orgasm. There was no way in the world to stop from seeding his daughter's body.
SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. Everything tore loose inside of him as he released huge gobs of his hot manhood into Jan's cunt, ecstatically tossing it from his toes, feeling 'mat his guts melted into jism and burned into her cunt with rich stabs of glory.
"Hah, uh, uh, uh," he grunted, crazed with delight to relieve that aching tensions that had been built inside of him.
That was more than enough to master the thrilled girl. Her seduction had worked out perfectly. As she felt the impossible sex load she'd put on his body pay off-as he strained, gasped, grunted, locked and spewed out his boiling jism-she went weak with happiness and good feeling. Her hot cunt and belly also ached with tension and needed only those spasmodic seed bursts to make her respond with the total surrender of her girlhood.
"Dad-eee-you've fucked me!" she sang.
"Ah, Dad. Oh, oh."
He finished rinsing off his reservoir of juice inside of her, panting and holding her buttocks tight to make her take the whole load. Yet his eyes were big with tfie horror of it. He'd fallen into the incest trap with Vivian-and enjoyed it too much. But he'd been able to resist finally. He was sure that Jan would be as shocked as he and help him put an end to the situation. Even his telling Jan stiffened his resolve. But in a shocking reversal Jan acted just like Vivian did and went for sex with her father.
They lay sex-locked and tapering, his flood diminishing inside of her and her quakes falling off to an occasional jerk of her young body. Their loins were inundated with the excess of their love-making. Sam groaned and moved while Jan slid off of him, euphoric in the wonderful feeling in her belly, much better tfian that stupid two-way sex with the two young men.
Sam sat on the edge of the bed, held his head in his hands and groaned.
"Jan, that was a shocking, irresponsible act."
"Oh, Dad, you needed it. You need both of us. It was great."
A sudden rage possessed him, anger at being used, anger at his own uncontrollable lust, at the bad luck of having Anna gone. He swung around, noticing the round, sexy buttocks of his daughter.
Whap! His hand went high and struck her a punishing spank on her rear. The meaty sound of the blow echoed in the bedroom.
"Owww!" she shrieked, startled from her glowing good feeling. His hand really stung her butt.
"You little devil. Are both my daughters sex maniacs? Are we turning into animals?" Whap, whap, whap.
The blows made her jump and howl, and a red blush spread over her spanked, naked buttocks.
"Ahh, owww. Don't Dad."
"Whore!" Whap, whap.
She cried out in pain. It really hurt her ass and she squirmed about in distress, trying to avoid his blows, but he grabbed her and held her face down on the bed.
"Oh, Dad, don't. I'm sorry. Sorreeee. I didn't know. Please-don't spank me. Don't hit me. Ow! Owl I'M SORRREEEE."
Whap, whap, whap. He gave her stinging, furous blows, making the creamy mounds of her buttocks turn a fiery red. She wept openly now, writhing in her pain and burbling her apologies.
Whap, whap.
"Owwww. Please stop. Please don't do that. Oh, oh, oh," she wept, helpless under his furious, spanking attack. Her ass stung and burned furiously, the pain sinking deep into her body.
"And one more to remember this!" Sam raged.
WHAP.
That final blow was the real killer. She howled like an animal that was wounded, kicking her legs like a little girl in her helplessness. Her poor behind raged in pain, making her dizzy and faint. Wow, he could hit.
Sam got up and stomped out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Jan laid on the. bed, her buttocks stinging even when it was over, weeping and desolate, shocked and outraged by his treatment of her. He had spanked much of his own jtsm out of her box and she lay in distress on the bed of love, smeared with the happy juices but aching from her punishment
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE TO DO THAT TO VIVIAN!" she howled at the unhearing walls. She wept and wept. Presently the pain died down to a fiery glow. She got up and looked at her rear in the mirrow. Wow, it was really red. As the glow deepened and the pain left, she began to feel warm and sexy. That wild spanking was sure a turn-on.
She laid on the bed, her tears drying, her cunt lubricating again. It had been a glorious sex trip. She loved him more than ever. She could hardly blame him for spanking her. She'd really shaken him up, with his moralistic ways. But the sex had been great. She enjoyed the warm glow in her behind and smiled. Then she began to laugh softly.
It took Sam a while to fall back to sleep in his own bed. By then he had checked Vivian's room and found her gone. He could tell by the way stuff was thrown around that she was gone for at least the night and maybe longer. Well, DAMMIT, maybe that WAS better. He was being cunted to death-by his own daughters yet.
But the release of sex relaxed him too much to let him dwell on his problems for long. He slept-and began to have erotic dreams again. His cock felt bothered and teased-Marcy had come back for another hot round of sex. Marcy?
He jerked awake. He knew it was hours later. The silent apartment had that deep night feel to it. It was pitch black in his room, but Jan snuggled against him, naked. She had a hand on his cock and had masturbated him to rock hardness once again. "Hah," he went.
He grabbed her and pulled her head up. He fixed his mouth on his daughter's velvet lips and forced them open. She took his reaming tongue with a gasp. Kissing her hotly, he rolled over on top of her and she spread her legs. His probing, hard prick found girl juice and then her swollen cunt. He found her hole and furiously fucked into her while she gave soft, wounded cries of delight. When he had her unsealed, he threw her head back and went for her breasts, biting them hard, sucking them and making her twist with his hot lust.
His cock was free and wild now. ALL restraints were gone. He was a man teased and seduced by both of his daughters until he was driven to the other extreme. In spite of his lectures and in spite of the hard spanking he'd given the girl she still wanted sex.
He fiercely fucked her and ruthlessly as if she were a slave girl who existed only for his pleasure. His cock whipped in and out, in and out with fierce power, crushing over her clit, making her roil and buck under him in his hot drive.
"Ah, Dad. You-fucking me-crazeeee," she wailed happily.
"Bitch. Stupid girl. You want PRICK? TAKE MY P-PRICK!" he panted passionately.
In and out he went with abandoned, reckless ardor, reaming the soft young girl as if his life depended on it, smearing her mouth with hot kisses, eating her nipples until she cried out in hot desire and a joy that came from pain.
"Ha, hee. Oh, oh, oh," she went. , It was a short ride and the hottest fuck he'd ever given a woman. He felt the ultimate pleasure of wide-open rocking, imagining that he tore that hot, spring-locked little cunt apart. Her syrups jelled on his fast-moving prick, laying silken sensations along his shaft. He rose from one peak to the next, panting, heart thundering, ass bucking, driving his cock into the girl faster and faster as he got hotter and hotter.
"AHHHHHH," she groaned.
He didn't try to hold back, prolong his lust, anything. He rode right on up, like climbing a perpendicular cliff of joy. Suddenly he was there. He sweated, he groaned, he panted, he slobbered.
"TEE-TAKE IT!"
Gung, gung, gung. For the second time that night, rich, luscious bursts of seed jerked out of his reservoir to spume in Jan's cunt, the backpressure and relief making his toes curl in delight.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Chunk after chunk of hot sperm, crazing him with glory, shot into her deep belly and he managed to keep riding even as he spurted.
Jan went thrilled out of her mind. This was the hot passion she knew her father was capable of when he stepped past alt that silly morality that hung him up. Her belly glowed, burned and went white hot in seconds. She opened her legs wide and tried, to suck his whole body into hers, hoping his prick would split all her membranes and burn into her very being. She began to go faint with pleasure, whining, slobbering, bucking under him.
"YEEEEE."
She gave up her girlhood in magnificent quakes of a taken woman, clipping, gripping his cock and pulsing around it, a fuck-crazed daughter driven to tire wails of ultimate pleasure by the powerful cock of her lusting father.
Chapter Eight
"You've screwed up again/' said Marcy to Walt Price. "You can't get a date with the younger sister now. So we can't get in the Rogers store and set the fire/'
Walt sat in the living room -of Marcy's apartment checking the plastic cannisters they used to set fires. The plastic was ideal for them because the little magnesium flare devices melted into unrecognizable lumps in the great heat of a major fire.
"Marcy, I don't like the Rogers job. It's too soon after the Taylor fire and too close. Just across the street. They're ALREADY digging into the Taylor fire, calling it unfortunately ARSON."
"What they call it and what tfiey prove are TWO different things," she said. "Insurance companies call every fire 'arson' when they have to pay off. The DA won't do anything. If nobody gets hurt, they don't get excited. They'd rather look for murderers, thieves and dopers."
"What if they lean on Taylor and he talks/'
"I took care of that when we had sex during his fire. We've got PICTURES They'd call him a raving nut, actually having sex while his place burned down around him. There's no way he'll let that come out."
"I have a funny feeling we're being watched."
"Let 'em watch. We're an independent team working on our own contracts. Never twice in the same state. After the Rogers store, I'm in Canada for the summer, you're lost in the Northern Michigan woods, camping out. By the time they stamp out the last spark we're long gone."
"We're pushing our luck. Same owner, same kind of fire, across the street from the first a couple of weeks later. Twice in the same state."
She kicked up her heels in a broad gesture and laughed. "Hold tight lover. We'll get in the store the next couple of days, make our hit, collect and run."
Walt went put of the room shaking his head. Marcy stuck out her tongue at his back. The trouble with Walt was he really didn't enjoy fires. He just didn't measure up as a real arsonist. All he cared about was the money. He was a crass person really and he wanted to botch this Job. Probably half in love with those two cute Rogers blondes and losing his nerve. This one was going to be up to her...
Sam Rogers felt that he'd finally gotten control of things. He'd headed off that business of Mark renting his land for some questionable nude therapy operation. Instead, he'd rented it to the Boy Scout Council so various troops could use it for camping for the rest of the summer.
That cut off Mark Taylor's water and gave him political brownie points.
Of course it made Anna plenty mad. She refused him that conjugal visit and said she wouldn't have sex with him till she got well. But she'd come around. She always had.
He and the girls kept the store going in fine shape now. They'd gotten used to the new duties without Anna, and it was actually better with Vivian living off the premises. It made her treat her job more like a pro than a family obligation. Not having her around at nights made it easier for him to keep her at arm's length in a personal way. She had begun to get over the idea that she had to step into her mother's place to give him, uh, love. That had been a weird idea-he couldn't imagine how she'd fallen into the incest thing.
The spanking he'd given to Jan was enough to keep her off balance. Even if he'd enjoyed her body after that, she remembered the hard spanking the most about that evening. In fact, that last sex he'd had with her had given him the key to controlling both girls.
"Every man has a super abundance of sex fantasies," he told the mirror. "Even about his own daughters. Sisters, mother, movie stars, anybody. When there's a chance for them to become real, the pressure goes up. No matter how weird, you get CURIOUS. Yes.
"If you don't try it, you're always left wondering. Some people try it. Then they relax because reality is never as good. They get over it.
But I didn't really GIVE IN to those fantasies about Vivian and Jan-until that last time. Now I've been there and done it up to the hilt. No more mystery, no more fantasy. I can go on to other things. That last time I really wanted her, and I really took her and burned it all out of my soul"
He gave himself a proud, confirming nod to show the subject was finished and walked away from the mirror. From now on if Anna wouldn't give him sex, he'd find a safe source.
He found a safe source two days later when Marcy O'Brien showed up in the store, sexy as ever, and flirting. He had the store to himself because Jan and Vivian had gone upstairs for lunch during the early afternoon quiet. She apologized for not showing up.-that..night- and he found it easy to forgive her, the way she looked. She called him back to the produce section to ask some questions about the string beans and then drew him by the arm clear back into the storage area.
"Sam, honey, I'm tired of working in restaurants. Do you suppose you could find a little job for me around here? I have some money saved up. I'd work PART-TIME for almost nothing."
"Marcy, I just COULDN'T afford outside help.
This is a family operation, you know."
She leaned very close to him, so that he smelled her perfume and felt her body heat. Her breasts almost touched his store apron.
"Just enough work so I could later say I'd worked in a store. You could teach me a little about how to check out things."
"Marcy, I-"
She slid into his arms and her face came up. He found himself kissing her on the mouth and thrilling like crazy. The first kiss was a surprise. The second one was all flames and fire.
"To hell with the job," she whispered. "What I really want is to get to know you, Sam. I dig older guys."
"Marcy-Marcy-"
His cock began to rise in his pants. She boldly helped it along, her warm hand sliding inside of the apron to squeeze it. He'd never met anybody so hot, so forward, so good-looking. A beautiful young redheaded doll.
"I lied about wanting a job, Sam," she said in a husky voice. "You turn me on. Couldn't we-get together-SOON?"
She kept stroking his cock in his pants and his rod began to fill right out. It had been some days now since that hot time with Jan. He was full and eager. What a lucky coincidence.
"Maybe one of these nights-"
"Tonight, Sam."
"Yeah, yeah. Tonight. But I couldn't take you upstairs. One of my daughters lives at home."
"And I couldn't take you to my apartment, Sam. I have a priggish girlfriend roommate. I can't stand motels either." She looked around the gloom of the back store area. "Sam, it could be a real adventure, meeting you right down here in the store. It's kind of secret, sexy."
Talk about his luck running high. He almost fainted.
"Oh, sure, sure, if it doesn't bother you, Marcy."
"Afterwards we could sneak out for a drink. A wild, different evening. I'd love that."
Sam stood there and sweated. She'd pulled down his zipper and slipped a warm hand inside of his pants to squeeze his hard cock and jog it a little. He gulped. Wow, she was a real nympho, this one. His eyes anxiously peered out at the store. All was quiet for the moment. There wasn't a single customer.
"Marcy if someone comes in, I'll have to-"
She laughed and pulled his penis out of his pants boldly, masturbating him and he came up a little on his toes, breathing fast.
"You could fuck, wearing that apron, Sam. Somebody comes in, just drop it over your pants and check 'em out. But we'll save the big stuff for tonight."
Her dirty word really stimulated him. He grabbed her and kissed her, pressing his hard-on against her belly through the apron. They clung together in lascivious lock, as he undulated his hips and thrilled to the feel of the warm girl in his arms.
She broke the french kiss, laughing. "Hey, storekeeper, you've got plenty of hot goods on your shelf."
She turned around with her back to him. "Crouch down a little and rub me-here."
She put her two hands squarely on her shapely buttocks. Marcy O'Brien had a wild ass, that was for sure. Today it was neat and trim in dark slacks, shapely, with crisp lines and a meaty, sexy look. She backed against him and with the apron pulled to one side, his naked cock pressed into her crack, between those appealing mounds. It felt fabulous on his prick. As he moved up and down his shaft sunk the long way between her deep buttocks and he felt her warmth and the firm muscle. The fabric of her slacks sensitized his rod as he held the front of her hips and undulated.
"Hey, you're really built," he gulped.
She leaned back against him. "Most guys like girl bottoms. Have you ever done one?"
It was one of his fantasies but one that he'd never dared think about even to himself, except in unguarded moments.
"You mean-you mean-"
"Yeah, I MEAN," she laughed anxiously. "Sometimes-here-" She took his hands and guided them inside of her blouse. All of a sudden he found himself kneading her naked tits as he jacked himself off along her crack. She snuggled to him and he had to gasp.
She went on: "Sometimes I like a guy's prick sliding right up my ass. Kind of weird, but it turns some guys on like fury. And when a guy gets crazy, I get crazy, even if he sticks it in my ear."
Sam almost blew off right then, it was what he considered his darkest, most secret fantasy, to ream a sexy little girl butt.
"Ahhh, M-Marcy, I'd like to do it-sometime-"
He couldn't stop running his cock up and down her crack, teased by the hard, smooth fabric of her pants. He throbbed sexily and his breathing went deep.
"I-we shouldn't," he gasped.
"Enjoy, enjoy," she whispered in a lusty way.
She pulled one hand free of her breast, leaving the other to do its work on the other breast. She directed the free hand down below to press under her pelvic ridge and dig into the softness of her cunt, tight in her pants. That pressure forced her buttocks tighter to his cock. His blade was buried in a little sex tunnel now, because Marcy had deep buttocks. That cloth of her pants really crazed his prick it was so sexy, rubbing hot desire into his shaft.
He couldn't kiss her but he dropped his head and began to bite and nibble the soft skin where her neck joined her shoulder. It made her shiver.
No one had come into the store and now he drove his cock lewdly and richly against her crack, breathing deeply and falling in love with those warm, firm twin mounds. My God, he did want to fuck this sexy little doll right up her sweet glory hole!
He gasped: "Ah, Marcy-this-so different-"
"Sam, you're turning me on. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me right in the ass," she gasped. His hand digging into her cunt, his other hand kneading against her hard nipple and the feel of his rigid rod digging between her buttocks turned her on like fury. It was a fact that Sam Rogers turned her on-she didn't have to fake it. He was a lot sexier than Mark Taylor. So much luckier for her on this job.
He wouldn't mind the store fire either. He'd have his insurance and Taylor had told her the guy wanted to give up storekeeping and go into politics. You could say that she actually was doing him a favor.
A streak of thrilling wildness possessed Sam. Would it be possible to drill the redheaded girl right here and now? His cock was loaded and sensitized, halfway to orgasm already. One of those lulls had settled over the store, one of those occasional times when the place was empty for a few minutes. If only nobody came in! Marcy squirmed in his arms giving soft cries of pleasure as he rubbed on her cunt...
He found the zipper of her pants and pulled it down. He peeled her slacks down off her hips and buttocks, exposing those warm mounds in sexy nylon panties.
"Oh, now listen, Sam. We'd better not," she started. She was high and hot but she didn't want to rush through a complete sex thing with him now. It might spoil things for later. But he dug his hand inside of her panties at the waist and on down her naked belly to her cunt. He was able to drive fingers up her steaming box and she gave a huge grunt of pleasure.
"OHHHH, SAM!"
Her ass eased sensuously back against his cock. His huge cock sunk between her buttocks again, the long way, restrained only by the nylon. The cloth of the panties felt good as a thin film covering her crack. The warmth of her scantily clad hams thrilled him as he undulated up and down, his penis buried between her buttocks, riding her seam, her tight little pucker protected only by the panties.
"Ah, kiddo, that feels-so great... I-I could fuck you."
He could take her cunt from behind ... or even try to make that locked sphincter. He panted in erotic wildness as he started to force her loins back to get his cock inside of her.
"Someone's coming-"she hissed.
Sure enough, his luck ran out. A customer walked into the store, a woman, and started going up one aisle. She was on the other side of the store and could not see them standing back off the produce section, but it made it impossible to continue the sex.
Sam was too far gone to stop. He gave a soft cry of disappointment and jigged his fingers into Marcy's soft cunt savagely. He rode his prick the long way on her crack, against her panties, thrilling to the friction of his member captured between her buttocks and his belly.
"Ahhhhh, MEEEE," he whispered in her ear.
His cock broke after a short freeze. He felt that impossible, delicious moment when it was too late to stop the orgasm and before the spurts started. Then came the jism rush. He laid relieving, hot gouts of seed up on Marcy's back, shot after shot of body-hot cream, smearing her back and blouse. He hugged her tight, shivered and spent it all off with smothered grunts of ecstasy. It wasn't as great as full sex would've been, but the danger of discovery and the wild spontaneousness of it really turned him on. Wham, wham, wham, went his cock against her soft, warm body and he held her tight for spooky moments while that customer ambled closer and closer in their direction.
His preoccupation with the customer prevented him from looking in the other direction. Vivian had come back from lunch and returned via the alley door. She stopped short when she saw that curious configuration of those two figures in the gloom. Then they separated, and she saw it was her father and Marcy, for heaven's sake. Then she saw Marcy's bare loins and caught a flash of her father's spent hard-on, the animal gleam of juices...
"Holy Toledo!" she gasped to herself. She started to rush forward, trembling in anger. She wanted to grab Marcy's red head and tear some of the hair out. She wanted to scream at her father. Then she remembered what Jan had told her, something about Marcy being mixed up with some kind of a criminal ring and she pulled up short. She slid back in the shadows and watched Sam compose himself, restore his clothes and go back into the store. Marcy hung back a while longer, dabbing at her back with some tissues. How in the world did Sam ever get his juices on her back, and why? Well, her father would bear watching if he were getting tied up with that criminal creep....
For the rest of that day Sam found himself simply unable to concentrate on anything as he kept thinking about the luscious tail of Marcy O'Brien. She had discovered a letch in him that he wasn't even aware of. Unconsciously he'd been aware of her marvelous behind for a long time, the twin buttocks of perfect shape poured into slacks or jeans of every fabric and description. He turned on to the crisp lines; the jelly quiver when she walked, the deep crack, the sweet flow of her back thighs. His experience with her wearing her panties, masturbating on her buttocks and back whetted his appetite for the real thing. Most women did not like anal sex, he knew, and he could never ask for it from even his daughters without feeling like a crude monster. Marcy was different, the kind of girl who looked for extra kicks. She would be the perfect anal partner and she was young and good-looking, too.
He made several mistakes at the cash register and turned down a chance to meet a man who was interested in his candidacy and who could provide money. It SHOCKED him to realize how overboard he was for this promised sex, but his lust did not lessen. He could hardly wait for the date...,.
Marcy, at her apartment, prepared herself carefully for the evening. After all, it was going to be another of those hot fire spectaculars that she loved so much and that came along all too seldom. She took a bath, douched and even gave herself an enema. She examined her backside minutely and saw no flaws. Her skin looked as smooth and gleaming as satin, with no sags or lumps. Her behind was baby-perfect, she did not have the slightly roughened texture to her buttocks that secretaries sometimes got from sitting so much. There were sexy hollows above her buttocks and behind her hipbones. She sparkled on the inside and glowed on the outside.
She decided to wear her body stocking from Hollywood. This provocative garment was the sheerest weave she had ever owned. It was like a one piece bathing suit, except that it COMPLETELY encased her body from the neck to the crotch. Covered it, but concealed nothing-enhanced everything. It was a smoky dark color, transparent. It contained her breasts like a bra but showed her nipples in complete detail. It was like a gentle film over her entire torso, and it really toned up her belly and her behind. That extra bit of containment made her breasts and buttocks jiggle just a little more than if she were naked. In the rear it showed her ass crack in absolute clarity, but added a sexy film of cloth. It added that delicious ladder effect as it stretched from the peak of one buttock to the other. If sam could resist that, he was made of steel.
She wore no hose or pantyhose, but dainty boots. Her skirt was longer than the old-fashioned miniskirt but shorter than most dresses, ending about mid-thigh. It had a sewn-in snap belt that she could rip loose with two fingers and discard the garment in seconds. Her blouse didn't count; she wouldn't have it on that long, so she wore a Penney's short-sleever appropriate to the summer weather.
She held her last conference with Walt as they stood in the dark alley by the rear entrance of Sam's store, about eleven that night.
"I'll insist on Sam leaving the door open," she told him. "After we get started you can slip in and place the cannisters. There'll be cases of cooking oil, cases of toilet paper and towels and tissues, and stacks of paper bags-it should be easy. Give me a signal when you leave-then you're on your way to Northern Michigan. I'll collect from Bender."
"Like fun," he said. "I'll STAY. I don't want Jan trapped upstairs."
"No way. There's an outside staircase-of iron."
"Okay, what really worries me is you-staying too long with all those flames shooting. You stay longer every fire. I may have to pull you out."
She laughed and shrugged. "Nobody lives forever."
She slipped inside the store, feeling the high rising excitement she always got on a night when a fire was due. Sam met her just inside the door and grabbed her wrist.
"You made it this time, Marcy."
"Wouldn't miss for the world, Sam. Hey, don't lock the back door. I can't stand locked doors, the feeling of being trapped."
Sam dropped his hand from the springlock and took her inside. "Sure, Marcy."
He'd fixed them a cosy little nest among the boxes and cartons in the storage area. He'd placed an old rug over the cement floor and laid out a sleeping bag. Their private little cave was lit with a twenty-five watt bulb and there was a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses.
She laughed. It was just like a couple of kids camping out. It was further enriched by the pleasant smell of the stock-coffee, produce, grains-a sort of an earthy, important aroma that made the setting special.
"We won't need this," said Marcy and turned off the light. Sam started to protest, but she pulled one-two enormous golden candles out of her purse and lit them. She let the wax drip to prove a base and stuck them on a couple of packing cases. "How's THAT?"
"PERFECT!" Sam smiled, entranced by his young companion's beauty in the soft, golden light.
She teased him as they sat on the sleeping bag.
sipping the wine.
"I hope you didn't take me seriously-what I said this afternoon," she said. "I don't think I could stand anal sex, not from your big jabber. It would tear my poor little rear hole apart."
She wanted to cry out in laughter as she saw his face fall.
"I-oh, un, sure, that's all right. Whatever you say, Marcy." His eyelids fell over his cheeks and he looked like a small boy deprived of expected candy.
"Well, don't take it so hard, Sam. If you excite me-I get wild sometimes. Anything can happen." He was crazy-hot for her as he soon proved by grabbing her after too short an interval and beginning to kiss her. She felt her terrific sex need rise as it always did when she was close to a big fire about to start. The candle flames were a tease, a starter. As soon as Sam began to fondle her, he sensed that special sexuality that men loved because she was totally turned on-almost hypnotized by the deep needs of her being. Sam wore a one-piece jump suit which he quickly discarded after they'd necked for only a few minutes. He was NAKED and he was HARD.
This time she did not tease his prick by hand or mouth. She slid away from him, stood up and discarded her blouse. He cried out in pleasure when he saw the gossamer film over her body and her taut nipples captured in the transparent cloth. He kneaded her young breasts as he kissed her mouth and throat-then paused. She was already high from his handling of her breasts and moaned.
"Try me-through the silk," she whispered eagerly.
He ate her nipples as they were, contained in the cloth, and it was sexier than if she'd been naked. The moisture through the fabric burned on her sensitive nipples and he loved the supple, silken feeling of the covering both on her breasts and on her torso. She went into her robot sex condition, yielding to him and beginning to buck her loins with desire-undulations. His hand went under her skirt up her naked thigh.
"Ahhh, Marcy," he breathed.
She was one long, gorgeous expanse of silken curves and nudity, warm, flowing, love-hungry. His hands traveled everywhere. She flipped back the skirt and slid out of it. He gasped again to see her entire body, neck to crotch, captured in that smoky, sexy cloth.
He pulled her to him and kissed her avidly, pressing and working her rounded buttocks in the silken covering. His cock pressed into her belly, double-thrilled by the excitement of the fabric. He felt between her legs. Her wild cunt has flowed richly, staining through the containment out onto her soft inner thighs.
"You'rer-one hot dish," he murmured.
"T-take it. Take what you want," she responded.
He was ready for that. His fingers traced fire all over her body. She felt the aching fullness in her belly, down her legs, up her spine. She began to whine like a helpless bitch in heat. She had faintly heard the sounds of Walt in the background, placing those cannisters. Sam was too involved with the magnificent young body in his arms to notice anything else. He cupped her buttock with his hand, digging the edge deep in her crack. He rubbed her cunt and her asshole. He transferred her sweet body juices to his hard stander and went back for more.
He felt his huge cock throb lustily from the warm girl gland juice on it and whispered:
"Marcy, I've been thinking about you all day. I can't wait. Shall we take off this thing?"
Her eyes were blank pools, sensual but remote. "Fuck me through it. it tears easy."
He gave a cry and turned her over on her stomach, gripping and squeezing her satisfying buttocks, digging directly into her crack. She gasped and began to hump on his hand, totally helpless. He spun her on her face and stroked her body in the silk casing, patting her buttocks and watching the flesh quiver. She moaned and moved her loins, making her mounds tense and untense.
He slid on top of her and pulled her rump against his cock. The juice from her cunt had smeared her crack so it was moist, and it felt very hot to him. He pulled her up to expose her ass button and the cloth stretched like a thin film, protecting it. He bent his prick down and thrust. It resisted his first push.
He panted like a sprinter now in his eagerness to violate her. He froze her loins with one arm and dug his cock forward. The fabric tore and the head of his cock burrowed against her sphincter. They both moaned, she from the shock of feeling that hot, hard manhood threaten her sensitive hole, he to feel his naked flesh dig at her naked flesh.
He began to violate her, the rich juices burning the head of his prick.
"Ah. Owwww. It hurts," she complained. Her thighs shivered at his attack. He was ruthless, digging his cock harder and harder against her ass muscle. For a moment they locked, straining and grunting. Then his manhood prevailed and her sphincter peeled open and he laid the thrilled head of his rod through her gut to savor the sweet feel of opening her hole and receiving the hot sensation of her interior body along with the sexy grip of her muscle.
"All of it, all," he cried.
"NO!"
She fought him off, whimpering, but he was totally concentrated in his lust and determined. He held her body tight and fucked his cock slowly up her asshole, stretching her tight sphincter, making her take the full width of his member and sensing the hot grip of her slick intestine.
"Ha-ooooo," she sighed and had to catch her breath at the pain of her ravishment.
Half his cock was inside of her, laved by the burning fever of her flesh. He kept on thrusting while his free hand tore the body stocking still more and he plunged two fingers up her swollen, flowing cunt.
That did it. She gave a great cry of wounding. "Noooo," and he took the rest of her ass while he fingered deep in her cunt. He could feel his manhood through the membrane in the girl that separated her cunt from her rear hole. He'd never felt such a SEXY lock.
He sank oh her, panting, triumphant, his prick buried to its hilt up her unnatural passage, gripped tight and dry-throbbing in pleasure. With his fingers also up her cunt he'd never felt so completely in control of a woman's body. She slid slowly down on the sleeping bag, completely impaled.
"Oh, lover, I'll die," she gasped, moving feebly under him. She had never been forced so ruthlessly before. Her only other anal experience had been after her sphincter had been carefully worked and stretched. This had been a raping rush and she felt as if that big penis in her was the size of a fence post. Her interior gut was incredibly sensitive to have to take that hard, swollen meat.
"Wait, wait," she cried, digging her fingers In'td th@ sleeping bag in agony.
He did not hear her. It was a new world of sex to have his delighted jong buried in this different woman's hole and he began to ream her, laughing in hysterical pleasure. It felt just as good as his fantasies had suggested with her slick membranes gripping his cock, her sphincter providing sweet resistance, and her rounded buttocks tensing and working helplessly against his thighs to ease her pain.
In and out. Up and down. She kept gasping and moaning, taking his ride and fearing that he would burst some vital part of her with that cruel, riding cock. As his meat slid down her passage the expel motion did thrill her and make up for the unpleasant over-fullness when he fucked up into her. His fingers on her cunt crazed her. One of the cannisters had burst now, and she could see a faint glow over in one corner. He hadn't noticed it at all. Everything in his world was his sex-suffused prick and the lusciousness of his victim's body.
"Won't-take long," he mumbled, both fascinated and ecstatic with this new kind of kinky sex. He sank down on her back and reveled in the feeling of her hot flesh, encased in that silk, shifting and moving under him.
She came. It was out of the blue. Despite her sensitivity at being ass-impaled, her excitement, the start of the fire, and his fingers in her box just flipped her over. "I have to-ahhh, uh," she grunted.
Sam had never felt anything so weird. Her asshole went into spasms just as her cunt did, the nerve network throbbing all through her loins. Her buttocks went stiff and dug into his thighs. Then they went soft as he felt her deep reactions to the orgasm. He reached under her, caught her tits and fucked lusciously into her asshole as she came, making her extend her orgasm from the hot cock play.
"Ah, me. Oh, I'm soooo fucked. Ah, ah, ah," she gasped, her cunt clipping vigorously on his fingers.
Talk about splitting open a female. He had the WHOLE package. He dug his hands into her breasts, fucked her ass and bit the soft skin around her neck while she cried and whined and gave up her body completely to his overpowering drive. It was a long way from love, yet Sam realized that somehow this was the only way this girl could be reached-by the pain, the brutal taking and the total control. He himself had never been quite this animal.
Something off in the darkness bothered him but he really didn't want to be interrupted now. He took Marcy through her orgasm and now it was the turn of his cock, buried tight up her ass. The feel of her gut flesh was slightly different from a cunt, and the tightness was a different pressure from the lock of a cunt. It felt more stubborn and resistant so that his cock got a delicious feeling of snugness, while her sphincter applied exquisite pressure up and down his shaft.
The strangeness was over. The pleasure time was here. He rocked into her slowly, savoring the friction, the soft smoothness of her buttocks working under him and the feeling of deep penetration into her body that the cornhole gave him.
"You're right, Marcy. It's wild and wonderful." "Take me. Take me deep," she whispered. The pain was gone for her. The orgasm had made up for all of the distress that went before, so that she could relish the stiff, working meat up her ass. She squeezed her sphincter on his blade, giving him extra joy. Another cannister went off and there was a new, red glow. She thrilled to that-and she began to rock on his prick up her ass to keep his attention until the fire was well-started. It shouldn't be hard to do that. Sam was gone far away into a happy fuck-world where his whole existence was his prick, driving in and out of the gut of the girl he impaled.
"Getting up there. Going, M-Marcy. Oh, I'm going to give you a REAL l-l-load."
He began to keen and she keened too, out of wild happiness at the fire, at the sex, at the weird feeling of having her butt reamed, at Sam's excitement. He felt his glaze begin in his toes and creep up his thighs to his belly. That incredible, delicious and impossible feeling of sex blasting settled on his loins. His strokes went erratic.
"HERE-IT COMES!" he shouted in an erotic frenzy.
He gave an enormous grunt of pleasure. He slid forward on the girl, grabbed her, hugged her tight and forced his prick a final half inch up her wet ass tunnel, then gave soft cries of pleasure.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Rich gushes of liquid, rich ]
runs of pleasure crazed him as he spunked out his manhood into her ass. Deep into her ass.
"Ah, yuh, ah, yuh," he went, releasing those incredible shots of joy. He looked over the shoulder of the taken girl and saw to his astonishment that the store was on fire. But there was nothing he could do about it for the next few seconds. His thrilled cock just kept bursting, exploding in her soft gut, filling her ass with his spend. He rocked and whined and tried to break the sex feeling because of the new, shattering message in his brain. But it was no good. His cock HAD to be satisfied first and he spurted a good half dozen more hot darts of manhood into her before he could get back control of his other muscles.
He started to crawl off the girl. His cock was still in her ass, still hard. Suddenly there was a rush of feet Sam looked up-and almost died. Not only was his store on fire-he was discovered. Not one, but both of his daughters-Vivian and Jan, stood there staring down at him. They could see it ALL, even the perversion. They could see his cock easing out of her tight asshole. The expanding fire flittered in their faces.
"She's a fire maniac!" screamed Vivian.
"She's a bitch, a criminal cunt in arson," cried
Jan.
The two girls went for Marcy and began to pummel her.
"You had to fuck my father, take mat!" screamed Vivian, pulling on Marcy's hair till she.
yelled in pain.
"You're trying to ruin us!" shouted Jan, kicking the body of the redhead.
The two girls then seized Marcy and trotted her out of the store. Sam, meanwhile, had jumped back into his coveralls and gone, cursing, for the fire extinguishers. There were a couple of pretty good blazes roaring up one wall. He was not alone. There was the sudden blast of a siren close at hand and a couple of policemen appeared, also carrying fire extinguishers.
"Fire department's on the way," called one of them.
"Look for fire bombs," cried the other, sweeping his flashlight around in the darkness.
To Sam it was total confusion for the next hour. There were the police, there were firemen and the blaze was quickly contained, although the cannisters going off at intervals kept them hopping for a while. There was a strange young man called Doug Crandall who seemed to be a friend of Jan's and he and the police had handcuffs on another young man Walt Price who was said to be an accomplice of Marcy O'Brien. They were an arson team. They were wanted for the Taylor fire, too.
The girls had apparently saved the day. Earlier, Vivian had told Jan about seeing her father playing around with Marcy. That triggered Jan's recollection of what Doug had told her about Marcy and Walt O'Brien. It hadn't seemed important for Jan to mention before-because she didn't want her sister to know she'd dated Walt. At this point they got suspicious and called Doug who told them to keep a close eye on Sam. As soon as he slipped downstairs that night, the girls knew Marcy was due-and Doug rallied around, bringing a squad car and notifying the arson detail. He also captured Wait Price when the fire-setter finished inside of the store and ran out in the alley to wait for Marcy.
For their part the girls were fascinated observers of Sam's sex scene with the redhead. They knew tfiey should've stopped it sooner, but it was a fascinating and beautiful sight, new to both of them, to see other humans screw. When they realized it was a perversion they were rooted to the spot-until the cannisters began to go off. That was when all hell broke loose.
It was well after two a.m. before the action was over, the police and prisoners gone and the curious neighbors asked the last question of the last fireman and they all went back to sleep.
Sam climbed back to the apartment, feeling like an old, worn-out man. When he got upstairs his two daughters were waiting for him with superior smiles on their faces, as if to say he should've confined his love-making to the family. Sam looked at them, blushing, grunted, and went off into his bedroom, teeth gripping his pipe. He slammed the door.
Vivian looked at Jan. Jan looked at Vivian. They burst out laughing.
Chapter Nine
Sam had some explaining to do to the Arson Squad and to the D.A.'s office, but it wasn't too heavy trip. His high reputation conveniently SAVED him. There wasn't a soul who could believe that he would indulge in any criminal activity. They told him it wasn't going to be so easy with Mark Taylor who was still under investigation for the restaurant fire, and it would be even worse for the owner of the buildings, Mr. Bender.
"These days we're going after the white collar type of crime," a prosecutor told Sam. "Mr. Bender will certainly go to trial and probably your friend, Taylor, too."
But the whole case depended on the arson team of Walt and Marcy, and they weren't talking. Out of compassion, Sam visited Marcy in the County Jail. He found her as bubbling as ever.
"I'll admit NOTHING, VOLUNTEER NOTHING," she snapped. "Let the D.A. earn his salary."
"Marcy, maybe you should plead 'guilty,' take a short term, and get some psychiatric help."
She grinned. "I'm a loner, Sam. I do what I do, I like what I like. You were fabulous in the sex department, so was Mark, but you were the best. Someday I'll be around again."
He left the interview shaking his head. The prosecutor told him she might not go on trial, but instead would be examined for a psychotic condition and might go to a mental hospital.
"A deep-dyed arsonist-they can be exceedingly dangerous. If she doesn't want to be cured-" he sighed. "She'll do time, either in prison or a mental hospital, but she'll be out again, the way it goes tiiese days. She's worked in other states but all we have is circumstantial evidence. Within five years she'll be back on the streets, one way or the other. If she ever shows up, all you can do is run the other way. All we can do is hope she leaves Ohio."
Sam agreed that he wanted no more of Marcy. "What about the young man?"
"We've got him nailed. But your fire didn't come off, so he goes down for the Taylor fire. He'll do time, but what with appeals, no confession, and no convictions in those other states, unfortunately he probably won't get a long sentence either. Frankly, he doesn't bother me as much-he did it for money, not for the love of setting fires, so that one may straighten out"
Sam's main problem continued. Anna still had some weeks to spend in the clinic, and things got worse between her and Sam. She wanted to lend
Mark Taylor some of their savings.
"Sam, we've been friends for long, long years. He's in trouble, in a low spot He has no income, he's in trouble with the law and he needs our help."
"If we lend him money, I can forget about running for office this fall."
"Sam, they have elections every year. Maybe this isn't your best year to run."
"I'm running this year."
"I'm lending Mark my half of our savings."
It ended up in a hot fight and before it was over Sam and Anna had talked seriously about divorce. Sam returned to Cleveland in the lowest state of mind he'd been in for years. Nor did he find life with the girls comfortable. They kept the store running all right, but he had the feeling they just waited until his lust needs rose again. Vivian had moved back home, and neither girl took serious dates. To him they seemed like vultures waiting for the right moment to strike. When all the excitement died down and his sex needs began to crowd him-they wouldn't seem like vultures then. He feared he'd be unable to resist their youthful beauty and especially their lust for his body. And his lust for theirs. His life situation was totally impossible.
In spite of this almost two weeks passed after the night of the near-fire, with the three of them getting by with treating each other formally and politely. Sam refused to touch them, while they seemed confused and uncertain.
Finally they told him, one afternoon that they planned a party for that night with some of their friends in the apartment over the store.
"It's been such a long, dull summer, said Vivian. "We haven't had much social life. We're having some boys and girls in."
"It hasn't been a dull summer," said Sam, "but I see your point. Go ahead. I don't have any club meetings tonight, but I'll stay out of my way in my room."
"Thaf s a good idea," said Jan. "We're thinking of making it a nudist party. We've talked it over and Viv and I want to start a nudist group, tike you and Mom once belonged to."
"Oh, NO!" he cried.
"Dad, nudism doesn't have to mean sex. You've TOLD us that. We just want to explore," said Vivian.
"Not in my house. Booze, marijuana-it won't work."
"Then we can go somewhere else and have it," said Jan. "You can't really stop us, now can you?"
Sam groaned. He had a suspicion they were bluffing. They wanted to punish him for his uptight ways.
"Go ahead and have your party," he said, changing his mind. "Have an orgy, if you must. Like you say, if you don't do it at home, you can do it elsewhere. There's no control these days."
The way to deal with bluffers was to call their number. He knew Vivian and Jan well enough to be sure they wouldn't turn their party into any orgy. They had taste and morality-on everything except loving their father too well. He would just have to let them try their tricks and refuse to be bluffed.
. After dinner he retired to his room and sat down with his books to a long evening of paperwork. Presently he heard the murmur of voices in the other rooms and gradually the party warmed up with bumps and thumps, catcalls and whoops, rock music and laughter. They must have twenty people out there! He'd thought it would be a quiet dozen or so. He felt the slight shaking of the floor as the dancers got going, and the sound rose to a maximum. Once he heard Vivian's voice, slurred as if she'd had too much wine. Once he heard Jan scream to some boy, crying "Don't do that!"
He almost burst from the room to toss the kids out. What if it turned into one of those uncontrollable things where crashers came until there were a hundred or so? What if fights started? What if the police came? Was' it possible the whole roomful was naked? NOT IMPOSSIBLE!
Then Vivian gave a shriek and he bounded to the door, ready to rip it open and calm things down. He imagined that the sex had started. First there'd be polite necking. Then some wild boy, like that Doug Crandall, would get a hard-on, and with ail those naked girls, really start something.
The first thing you knew there'd be wall-to-wall sucking and fucking. Still he restrained himself. The girls were old enough to take care of themselves. They'd had the right parenting-He listened at the door-and he heard Jan's voice.
"Oh, no. AHHHH, that feels soooo good. Ah, you're in me-soooo deep. Uh, uh, uh."
She was doing it-right there in public, in the middle of the party. He was wrong, wrong! Because of the incest he'd forced on the girls, they'd lost all sense of proportion. His face went white. His knees were trembling. He felt tremendous excitement through his body and a white rage in his mind.
He jerked the door open and ran out into the midst of the party shouting.
"STOP THAT! I won't stand for mis obscene, vicious ORGY!"
He stopped in his tracks. His voice trailed off. He stared about him bewildered. The apartment was empty-yet the roar of the party went on all around him. He could hardly hear himself think with all the party sounds-but the rooms were empty!
He staggered to a chair and sat down. "Wha-what?" he gasped.
Then he saw the stereos-Vivian's dra'gged into one end of the apartment from her bedroom. Jan's dragged from her bedroom into the other end. Mom's small set right in the middle making cioseup sounds by his bedroom door. As he stared about in amazement, there was Jan grinning,at him, standing at one end of the small sofa. Vivian stood at the other, also grinning. First one and then the other lifted her end of the sofa and made it thump. Instantly it seemed that the floor creaked with the weight of twenty pairs of dancing feet.
While he stared at them in shock he took in another stunning fact. Both girls were stark naked. He saw two luscious pairs of breasts, two bodies with gleaming, young skin, two flat bellies, two pelvises, decorated by blonde muffs and curving thighs and legs.
Both girls came forward, Jan to cut off the sound of one stereo, and Vivian to cut off the other. Jan also cut off her mother's small set, and all of a sudden the apartment reeked of silence.
"Welcome to our NUDE party," Jan smiled.
"We thought you'd never come," laughed Vivian.
Sam stared at them and his anger began to die. As it died, he felt a change and a melting inside of him. His old ideas, his old rigidities cracked and flowed away. The two nymphs before him turned into the most beautiful young girls he'd ever seen. He rose slowly. He grasped Jan by one soft arm. He caught Vivian's arm with his other hand. He walked the two of them into the master bedroom.
"Get on the bed. Both of you/'
Giggling, his two nude dolls hopped onto his bed. He undressed slowly. When he was down to his shorts he marched back into the other room and put soft, romantic music on one of the stereos. He left the door open so that the soft sounds of high violins wafted into the bedroom. When he returned and took off his shorts, his cock was very, very hard.
He climbed onto the bed between the two girls who watched him with shining, luminous eyes. He first gathered Vivian into his arms and kissed her, feeling her gasp at the french invitation and take his tongue into her mouth. His prick dug into the firm, smooth skin of her belly. Then he released her and kissed Jan in the same manner, a slow, lustful kiss that made his heart pound.
"I want-" said Vivian.
"We should-" began Jan.
"Shut up, BOTH OF YOU! Till now I've been the sheep herded by you two young cunts. From now on, I'm in charge. You'll do exactly as I say. Got it?"
"Yes, father," said Vivian.
"Yes, Dad," echoed Jan.
He sat up and pulled Vivian around until her head was in his naked lap, her soft, near-platinum curls exciting his thighs. He made a gesture and she took his stiff stander in her hand, raised herself and slid it into her mouth.
"Ahhh, good," he groaned.
He gathered Jan across his upper body, kissing her wetly, while one of his hands cupped her rich breast and the other slid under her butt to jog into her cunt, already wet and ready.
It was absolute heaven, kissing Jan, squeezing her breast and mastrubating her eager cunt. She began to thrust and grunt on his fingers. Meanwhile down below Vivian set his cock on fire with her suck, curling her own hand between her legs to jack herself off. The father and two daughters lay in utter abandon, Sam pumping his cock into that hot mouth, his arms filled with naked, hot girl and the sounds of happy sex thrills filling the bedroom.
"AHH, DAD," murmured Jan between kisses. "Move you-I love this action-but I should get some of your big tool, too."
"Shut up and wait your turn," laughed Vivian. "I'm the oldest."
Sam gave Jan's bare butt a spank. "I'll be in charge. Just do as I say. Uhhh, ohhh, that is so GOOD!"
He could only allow Vivian twenty or thirty strokes because the wild sensations of playing with both hot, naked girls at once was a sexy threat to his reservoir. He didn't want to corrupt the action with an early spill.
After he'd savored the first positions, he made both of them stop. He stroked them, murmuring and they stroked him while they waited for his highly excited prick to cool down a little.
After he felt cool enough, he made another gesture and Vivian reluctantly surrendered her. position at his cock. He motioned to Jan.
It was the Snost fabulous moment of sex in all of their lives. It seemed to proceed in slow motion; with each of them watching intently, totally absorbed in the beginning of this open, incestuous fuck, with the older sister.
Jan mounted Sam's hips, spreading her legs. His dark cock, drying from Vivian's saliva, arched up towards the white thighs, the blonde V of the younger girl. As Jan eased down on him, restrained by his hands on her smooth hips, her pink cunt spread. Sam put a thumb at the base of his cock and pressed it upright directly under Jan's hole. The mushroom shaped head of the prick grazed pink cunt flesh and they all saw the girl's gloss smear the fleshy roundness of the hood.
Down, down, came her cunt and the head disappeared inside of her outer lips of her box. Then the inner lips, right into her cunt tunnel. His violation of his daughter was slow, graceful, exquisite. Jan gasped at the contact and Sam grunted in satisfaction. Slowly, slowly his cock disappeared up into her body as the three of them watched with bated breath. At last her pelvis rested on Sam's. The entire length of his member nestled deep in her body.
"Ahh, Dad." Jan began to move. He stopped her. "Not yet."
Now he carefully brought Vivian to his head and once again there was that golden silence of a new sex experiment being tried. Closer and closer came her muff and her gleaming swollen girl sex lips to his mouth. At the last second Sam extruded his tongue and Vivian gave a gasp as it disappeared inside of her chamber and then she tensed her butt and cried out as her clit felt the rake of his organ. &
"Uhhh, ahhh," she went.
Jan could see none of this because Vivian's back was to her as the older girl kneeled over her father's face. Trembling, she waited, thrilling to hot glory to feel Dad's cock locked tight and full up inside her body. Streaks of pure sexuality shot up her belly.
Sam began to fuck up into Jan's cunt, with Jan going "Hah!" in delight and controlling him with her hands on his hips. Each impaling stroke threatened to drive her out of her mind, because the friction was so elegant.
"YOU'RE FUUUUUCKING ME DEEEEEP," Jan groaned.
Sam took his tongue off Vivian's cunt for a moment.
"Don't rush it, g-girl. If we go-ah!-slowly we can have the best orgasms of all time."
Vivian resented Jan getting Dad's cock first in her belly, but she had been able to suck him first and he couldn't do both boxes at once. She sighed happily and took Dad's cunt suck. He was very good, draining out her hot, flowing juices with sexy slurp sounds and working his tongue on her clit this way and that so that she felt huge stabs of sexuality going up her belly. It was DOUBLE incest, so crazy that it blew Vivian's mind. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and began to knead her tits, palming her hot nipples as she floated off into a hot, thrilling world of pure sexuality. Ahh, this will be a night none of them would ever forget. The world outside was the crazy place while they were locked tight in deep, sensual love that bound them as few people were ever entwined.
"I LOVE IT-I'M SOOOO HOT," she confessed, rocking faster and faster.
In a way Vivian had the best of it because Sam did not try to restrain her hot, wild plunges on his face as he controlled Jan down below. Soon Vivian was keening and grunting in total abandon, smearing Sams whole face with her happy juices.
Same had relaxed into total, lustful orgy-joy. He'd never felt so much nude girl in his life. The young, supple bodies seemed to cover htm like a blanket, a blanket of smooth, undulating, moist flesh. For the first time ever in his life he turned off all conscious thoughts and reveled in the goodness of the animal acts. There was no yesterday and there was no tomorrow. Whatever he would feel later, this wild, incredible time had been given to him and it was not to be wasted or corrupted.
His cock thrilled and throbbed as he first began to steadily fuck Jan. He exercised some control to keep the pace steady and not buck and plunge wildly into her young cunt so that he burst too soon. It was absolutely the right thing to do. That steady pace, slowly turned his younger daughter into a melting doll of submitting womanhood. Her breathing was hoarse and her soft, self-concentrated cries of pleasure were hair-raising. He could not see her but he knew that Jan, like Vivian who loomed over his head, palmed her own breasts to add to the intensity of the sex delight.
He felt like the king of the world. Jan's shifted and quivered, the heat of her thighs, her cries, told him she was being fucked as she'd never been drilled before, his cock driving her to a new heat and sweet agony. He had the power to split her young belly wide open and drive her insane with his prick, before he had to wash her with his love cream.
"How you doin', Jan, baby?" he called out happily.
"Oh, Dad, I'm fucked. Sooooooo fucked," she gasped. "Oh, I love it. I LOVE you. LOOOOOOOVE YOU!"
Vivian undulated on Sam's tongue almost as lost and happy.
"Never-felt-anything so-oh, oh,-good," she whined.
Sam tricked Vivian. He worked his thumb right alongside of his tongue, into her fiery cunt. As his thick digit unsealed her cunt and added new pressure, the sucked girl began to rock faster.
"If you liked that, you'll love this," laughed Sam, freeing his mouth for a moment. By using his thumb, his other fingers were free to trace along Vivian's seam. He wet his longest finger with her hot juices that escaped into her crack and began to tease alt around her asshole.
Her eyes got big. "Oh, no. I don't believe this. Are you really-Oh, Dad-I can't believe-not in my-Oh, DAD! OH-OH."
He squeezed and pressed his longest finger against her sphincter, applying incredible pressure-and her ass muscle reluctantly yielding and he drove his finger right up into her sensitive, hot and tight asshole.
That did it for Vivian. She'd never had a lover bring into play those highly sensitive nerves inside and outside her asshole. Suddenly she felt his finger violate deep into her gut.
"Oh, he, don't do that. Now Don't. Ahhhhh, meeeee," she whined. She thrilled out of her mind. A great rush of stunning, delicious sexuality swept her right up to her peak.
"GOOOOONE," she wailed.
Jan came to life behind her.
"I can SEE it!" she blurted. "I can see Dad's finger, sinking right up your ass, all the way in. My God, he's got his finger-right in your ho-hole. Wow!"
She began to fuck furiously on Sam's cock, releasing all restraint. A fast five strokes shot her right into the stratosphere.
She gave a wail of happy distress, slapping both her hands on Vivian's naked sides with a meaty sound, to have something to hold on to.
"OR, ORF, GROWEREEEEE," she wailed, inarticulate, her belly blooming into shaken, golden rushes of sex surrender.
"I can see your ass-see it squeeze-on his finger," yipped Jan. "Ah, uh, uh, uh."
She sucked against Sam's prick and he hardly dared breathe as he felt her give up her sex treasure in galloping fast clippings on his cock, holding her sister's sides and whining her glory. The wounded sounds she made just about drove him out of his skull with the proud feeling of having fucked her so welL Meanwhile he felt Vivian's cunt paying tribute to his tongue and her ass muscle squeezing and clipping on his finger. The old man had laid a double orgasm on his two girls at the same time and they expired on top of him, their joy cries intermingled, their hot young bodies his slaves for sex.
It just seemed as if his pride swelled and swelled and he went right on up to his own surrender. An ineffable feeling of exquisite ecstasy filled his whole belly.
"Girls, I'm there. OH, YESSSSSS!" he cried out happily.
He lifted his loins, squeezed his butt and joined them even as they tapered, going weak. Spurt, spurt, spurt. His hot seed gushed out of his prick and up into Jan's body, giving him waves of relief and singing pleasure. So well-managed had been this sex that he pitched his sperm in even, coursing rushes of high intensity, far longer than any orgasm he'd ever had.
EVERYTHING suddenly dropped away. The young flesh felt like subsidiary appendages to his own body, alone and powerful in its massive ejaculation. He tensed up and squirted shot after shot of happy juice into Jan, for once with no regrets and no hesitation.
"Ah, baby, going, going," he muttered and'let his powerful prick savor its full joy in the extra-long throw. Even after he was empty, his thrilled blade gave a couple of additional throbs of sex pleasure, as if in tribute to Sam's final acknowledgement of his lust for the bodies of his daughters.
"Ahhhh, Dad," sighed Vivian rolling off of him, her face glowing.
"Sooo great tonight," sighed Jan, laying forward on his body, her tits red and the nipples finally soft after taking that long, sexy trip. He let her rest on top of him, enjoying the same after-fuck euphoria as the girls. Whatever hot times lay ahead/this first double experience was unique and a treasure, a successful romp of sex that none of them would ever forget all of their lives.
They rested, talking idly. For the first time Sam found himself saying that maybe he wouldn't run for the school board that fall.
"It would take me away from the family," he said. "And frankly-I don't know."
Both girls laughed and he was puzzled, and then he laughed too. The Sam Rogers family at this point was quite unique.
They kissed and teased for a while, but Sam's ejaculation had been so great that he wasn't ready yet. Jan dozed on her side of the bed while the more particular Vivian puttered around in her robe and then went into the bath to take a shower. She was not for taking long showers and after she'd been gone for a while, Sam felt his sexuality return. He got up and went into the shower where he pulled back the curtain and watched his oldest daughter wash her body without embarrassment. It was like the old days when he'd been a nudist. The gleam of the water on her skin, and her sleek good looks raised his cock right up again.
"My turn for the big one?" she asked, laughing, as she saw his new hard-on.
"Why not-then you can shower afterwards, Miss Cleanly."
He fucked her from the rear, dog-fashion, she on her hands and knees on the bathroom rug, her head over the tub, while he hugged her warm, wet body and plunged his cock up her cunt. He had never tried this position, nor had she, and it was totally delicious, as he lay along her back and worked her nipples under her.
"Oh, Dad, you're in soooo deep. It feels so great!"
"Kiddo, you are one luscious, hot fuckf"
He looked down and marveled at the ball-bearing action of the fucked girl's hips.
especially the way her busy little ass tensed and rolled. As he slammed in, those sweet buttocks came together with a slam and a jelly quiver. His cock already thrilled, he had a sudden, new letch to fuck her asshole. But he knew that the proper Vivian would have to be prepared for that.
"Uh, honey, let's roll over," he said. "I want you on top of me."
Happy, laughing, now that she had exclusive use of her father's prick, Vivian accommodated him and soon she laid on top of him, face to face, kissing and rocking. He was now able to work his finger between her buttocks once more and play with her glory hole.
"Oh, Dad, that's so WEIRD."
"You don't like my finger at your ass?"
"Ahhhh, it's all right-but em-barrassing-oh, oh," she went.
It was so easy to force her ass hole this time because he'd loosened it on the cunnilingus. As soon as his finger oozed in, her eyes got big and she gave an animal grunt.
"Ahhhh, I can't buh-believe-it makes me sooo hot," she confessed.
He loved it too. He could feel deep up that hot hole and rub his cock through her membrane. He loved the feeling of that. He need have no worry about her resisting it. The ass-play seemed to turn the girl on to a double fucking fury.
"I feel it. I feel so taken. Oh, oh, oh," she went, thrusting her loins, squirming and in between giving tremendous gasps of sexuality.
She had never associated her rear hole with sex and now twice in a short period Sam used those sensitive tissues to whip her to incredible heat. She didn't want to admit what was happening but she felt her belly burn with white hot fury. Soon she was keening and grunting like an animal.
"Sam, I-I caaaaan't last," ^
He whipped his cock in and out of her. "Give it up, child, give up your sex."
"Ah, uh, OHHHHHHH!" she went. I
She gave huge gasps and expired on him, both cunt and asshole squeezing, one on his prick, one on his finger. She strained and rode him wildly, giving up to her animal bitch and collecting the rich, crazed feeling of peak orgasm, favoring him with throb after throb.
That did it for him, feeling the young girl peak. He gave a single grunt of happiness, locked his prick tight in Vivian's cunt and seeded her, chunking off rich bursts of pleasure, not as strong as that incredible first time, but still lucious, shaking spumes of liquid joy as he responded to her daughter love-lust. It was fabulous to lay on the floor and feel delightfully fucked out, with his sex juices mingled with his daughter's. What had happened to that stuffy old bear of a man of only a few hours ago? Gone-gone forever!
Afterwards they returned to his bed and slept. Once Sam awoke and felt heavy pangs of guilt to realize that the bed which usually contained only his wife bore the weight of both of his naked daughters, one on each side of him. He slept-and awoke hours later with a raging hard-on. It was Jan, of course, face to face with him as they both lay on their sides. She worked his stiff prick with her hands, muttering teasing words, kissing him with warm lips. Vivian slept on the other side of him.
A great, wild lust seized his loins. He turned the girl over on her stomach. He held her head by the long hair and whispered in her ear what he planned to do. She nodded, wordlessly.
He eased out of bed and got some vaseline. Back in bed he kissed and kneaded her soft, unresisting buttocks and slowly greased her crack and his prick, thrilling in anticipation. He remembered the painful penetration of Marcy which had hurt his cock a bit as well as the girl's asshole. This time he worked Jan's gut-opening with his finger, oiling her and stretching her while she gave soft gasps, until he felt he could get ready access to her most private hole. Then he mounted her.
"Uh, Dad, crazeeee," she giggled as she felt his cock head probe her sphincter.
Jan was indeed the kinky one, so he felt no guilt in forcing her butt hole to get that weird, tight feeling of deep penetration. He'd done his preparation well. She squirmed in some pain and there was thrilling resistance from her ass muscle, but he forced his cock inside her anus, and lay' on top of her moist body, dry-throbbing and feeling the ecstasy of the perverted sex. Or was it? She knew he'd ass fucked Marcy and. it followed that she'd want to try it too, SOONER or LATER!
Already Jan had her finger on her cunt, stimulating her clit and experiencing the strange feeling of that hard cock filling her butt to an incredible degree. It was so unpleasant, but it was nevertheless exciting, to feel her hole stretched and to sense that hard meat riding in her most sensitive parts. She hardly dared moved and she had to keep tensing her buttocks, which made her father groan With pleasure. Deeper and deeper he worked his cock up her ass while she groaned too and shifted uneasily, as if expecting a piercing horrible fate at each inch of surrender.
"We sound like a couple of sex fiends," he laughed as he whispered in her ear. "We must be quiet or we'll wake Vivian."
"Ah, it's so deep-so wild," she whispered back.
Sam felt ashamed of his anal lust but it was inevitable since watching Vivian's round ass quiver and jerk as he'd fucked her in the bathroom. His prick worked up inside Jan's gut until he felt the wonder of complete cock domination of the girl. He held her whole body against his and by a slight movement of his member he could make her jerk and squirm in wounded, near-painful distress. He pulled her fingers away from her cunt and substituted his own. He began to ride on her and fuck her while he jacked off her empty cunt. He felt highly erotic, riding his cock in that tight, gripping tunnel, enjoying the warmth of her inner body heat, the slickness of the vaseline and her gut and the steady pull of her tight sphincter against his shaft.
"Fabulous-fucking your ass," he whispered.
She began to squeeze her ass muscle on his prick, excited now.
"I like it-DEEP INSIDE."
As. he ass-fucked his youngest daughter and gave himself up to the animal pleasure of using her, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the future. For a while he was stuck with his lust for these luscious young bodies, so available to him. For whatever the reason, the two girls were crazy for Daddy cock. It couldn't last for long-a couple of weeks or a month before the novelty was gone and the girls turned back to their own generation. He too must eventually succumb to his own guilt and stop. There were two ways to handle incestuous feelings. The best was to suppress them, of course and most of society chose that way. If that were impossible-like with his girls-the second way was to use it up, burn it up, end it alt by overuse.
Jan broke first. That deadly prick deeply gouging into her gut, plus sam's fingers on her cunt, plus the secret knowledge that she was ahead of Vivian thrilled her to the limits. She lifted her head from the pillow where she'd buried it to muffle her cries.
"AH, NOW!" she whined.
Her cunt and her asshole began to squeeze on Sam's prick as she paid off her deep sexuality against the invader of her body. Sam gasped and hugged her tight, fucking her ass faster to make her stretch out her involuntary throbs of pleasure in this delicious taking. Happy streaks of tola! i girl explosion possessed her and she spent and spent in powerful quakes that relieved her body ] and satisfied her soul. Sooooo good! Jfig
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Sam held himself to a clipped gasp of pleasure, relished his long^sweiling freeze and then gave j himself over completely to his spurting cock. -i Wham, wham, wham. Excited gouts of jissum j burst deep up Jan's intestine as he took her ass | and flooded her with his male liquid. He gasped off shot after shot of powerful jets as he fulfilled his anal letch for the second time. The first time had ended in confusion. This time he could spume off his guts to the last drop and hug the taken girl and savor the utmost penetration and ejaculation at his leisure. - He sighed happily in euphoria with his spent cock still hard, still buried up her gut, washed in his hot juices. He would have to try anal sex a few more times, that was for sure.
Pretending sleep beside mem, Vivian smiled to herself. She too had been shocked by her father's anal sex with Marcy, curious about it, and was anxious to try it. But she was glad to let Jan go first this time. When her turn came she'd be well briefed by her sister. Vivian was the much more careful type...
At the clinic, Anna Rogers drew herself up and said to Mark Taylor;
"Get out!"
"What?"
"You reinjured my shoulder with your desire for sex. Selfish. You let Bender destroy your business. Weak. You want to set up that nude therapy group. Immoral. Now you want money from me-and more sex. Selfish. Mark, all you ever wanted from me was sex-to take me away from Sam. All you want from a woman is to lean on her. Sam doesn't. Sam wouldn't insist on sex when I'm injured. Or lean on me for his business or his career. I've thought it over carefully. You have to go. Our affair is over. I'm staying with Sam, helping him with his election, remaining faithful. Sam's where I belong."
Nor could any argument Mark could use change Anna's mind. A month later Anna was home again and the family was restored. By then Sam and the girls had worn out their lust for each other. Sam got extra support for his campaign because he'd helped the Boy Scout Council and was able to start his race for the school board that fall. The Rogers family was back together, integrated, loving and ready to go forward once more-with certain secrets kept forever on both sides.