Bob Hogan knows exactly what he wants. He had to make his own path in life from the age of 14 when he quit school, ran away from home and started working in the construction trades. By the time he was 34, Bob owned his own small pipe factory on the outskirts of Cleveland.
Bob is now in his late 40's. He has punched his way into solid success in an industry known for its cyclical booms and busts. He has tried to run his private life like he has run his business. But it hasn't worked out nearly as well. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was once a prom queen, but now Bob is sexually bored with her, and she is bored with him.
Evelyn seems to like sex less the more she enters into middle age. Since Bob can't get the sex he needs from his wife, he is realistic enough to get it elsewhere--everywhere from one-night-stand bar pickups to fucking whores in cheap motels. But Bob eventually becomes tired of this easy sex.
Bob's sister Millie has a twelve-year-old daughter, Marsha, who is still a virgin. Marsha now becomes the center of Bob's sexual attentions. To win Marsha into his bed, however, Bob must learn to become sexually more violent and demanding.
In the process of winning Marsha, Bob must also learn to take Marsha's mother, Millie in the same rough fashion in which he took Marsha.
But because of Millie's problems with her husband John, both Bob and Millie run afoul of a Black private detective whom they are forced to accept into their rough sexual games with Marsha.
Only after the private detective ritually rapes Bob's wife, Evelyn, does Bob finally realize that his true sexual happiness lies, not with his niece Marsha, nor his sister, Millie, but with his own daughter, Nancy.
However, to finally get Nancy, who is Junior Prom Queen at Zondermann High, although she is only fifteen years old, Bob is forced to help that same Black detective rape her as well.
There are other complications in Bob's quest for sexual happiness, but they are all best explained in Bob's own words.
CHAPTER ONE
I have always liked doing things a bit differently from the way other people did them. Over thirty years ago, I dropped out of high school, because I wasn't learning anything, and didn't see the need for a high school diploma. I knew who I was then, and didn't need a piece of paper to certify it. Sure, I had a rough time of it at first.
I worked as a construction laborer from seven in the morning until six or eight in the evening, six and sometimes even seven days a week. It was hard work, very hard, but I got very well paid for it.
Since then, I have always had money, but I earned this money myself, every penny of it. I didn't get it from my parents like some rich little bastards do. Nor did I get it from the government, in either welfare or unemployment, like some poor bastards do. No. I got everything I have myself.
And I didn't throw that money away either. I saved it. Eventually I had enough to start a small business. I machined pipes for electrical wiring in house and apartment construction. At first, I had a partner, a guy I met while working as a construction laborer. He had gone to college, even taken some accounting and business courses. But he wasn't as bright as I was.
I saved what I earned as my share of the business, while he spent his share. Eventually, he decided he wanted to leave Ohio and go to California, so I bought him out with the money from our business earnings.
By that time, we had some ten or twelve people working for us. That was about five years ago. After my partner left, I found I needed someone I could trust at the plant whenever I had to be away at some construction site, or wherever it was I had to sell my electrical wiring pipe. For that reason, I took in my brother-in-law, John Logan.
John had married my sister Millie. He had a couple of years of college, just like my former partner. John stayed at our plant all the time. He did the paper work while I did all the real work, everything from buying the raw pipe which we machined, to the actual sales angle of it. Because John was family, I could trust him. And because I could trust him, I was able to stay away from the plant as much as I needed to stay away.
Most of the time, I was away on business. But sometimes I would take out an afternoon for a bit of hanky-panky. Just a few hours, once or twice a week. I did it because I wasn't getting the sex I wanted and needed at home.
My wife, Evelyn was a good enough housekeeper and mother to our three teenage kids. But in bed she wasn't very good at all. She didn't seem to like sex very much any more. And as she got older, she seemed to like it less and less. Even worse, when we did have sex, once or twice a week, and never more, she would only allow me the most conventional positions.
I therefore had to get what I needed elsewhere. Most of the sex I got away from home was with bar pickups and whores. Even that didn't satisfy me any more.
I wanted something new and different.
My sister's youngest daughter, Marsha, was perhaps twelve. I had started to notice her development--breasts, hips, voice, movements--some months earlier. Each time I visited with my sister I made it a point to kiss Marsha on the face, each time closer to her mouth.
She never resisted these kisses from her Uncle Bob. I also always managed to find an excuse to give her five or ten dollars to buy records or whatever else twelve-year-old girls buy.
Wednesday afternoon, I decided to drop by without calling ahead. As my good luck would have it, only Marsha was home.
"Mom's gone shopping. She won't be back for at least an hour. Want to listen to some of the records I bought with the money you gave me, Uncle Bob?"
Of course I did. She took me to her room, where she put on a record she had just bought. The music had a strong beat which naturally enough excited me. Marsha was also excited, if not actually aroused. She closed her eyes, and swayed to the beat in a very womanly way.
"Have you ever smoked?" I asked her.
"Smoked what? Cigarettes?"
"No, not cigarettes. I mean grass, pot, you know ... "
"Oh, Uncle Bob, what a question! Sure I have. A couple of times. But don't tell Mom, huh?"
"Don't worry, Marsha. As a matter-of-fact, I smoke pot myself every once in awhile, and I just happen to have a joint on me now. Want to have a puff or two?"
She did, so we lit up. As we passed the joint back and forth, I purposely left as much of my saliva as I could on the mouth end.
She always took it all the way into her mouth, and returned the joint bone dry. We were playing a little game. We both laughed.
I caressed her halter-topped shoulders with the back of my hand as I passed her the joint. It happened as if by accident. I did it as a test of her reactions. She either didn't notice or pretended not to notice.
She changed records, to another very strong beat. I put my arm around her shoulders, and she let me do it. We were now both sitting on the floor with our backs against her badly disordered bed.
By the time we finished smoking that joint, I was already massaging her back. She held her arms straight out and closed her eyes as if she were sleepwalking. Marsha seemed to be oblivious to it all.
After about ten minutes of massage, I decided to try and kiss her on the mouth. Marsha seemed to resist at first, but then she let me continue.
She began to return my kisses. I had forced my tongue into her slightly open mouth. Eventually, our two tongues touched. As her mouth was very dry inside, I forced some of my saliva into her mouth. Our tongues began to touch ever more quickly.
At first, all the action happened in her mouth, but soon I managed to coax her tongue into my mouth. She cautiously began to probe all around in my mouth with her tongue.
I then dropped my right hand from her shoulders to the beginnings of her tiny breasts. I gently slipped my hand into the halter and finally cupped one cute little breast. She moved her shoulders as if to begin to resist me, but the combined effect of the grass and the music stopped her.
With my free hand, I began to slowly and gently massage the crotch area of her jeans. I first touched her there with glancing blows from my finger tips. Soon I was pressing my hand against her crotch.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. "Oh, Uncle Bob, please don't do this. Please, stop! Please, stop! Please ... stop!"
She grabbed my hand, the one massaging her crotch with both her hands. "Uncle Bob, please stop. You are hurting me like this."
I stopped massaging her, but left my hand between her legs. I also continued to kiss her. I opened my Ups wide and took her entire jaw into my mouth. Half her face was now covered with my saliva.
"Look, Marsha, it won't hurt this way," I said, starting to unzip her jeans. "It won't hurt this way. If I can touch you directly, it will feel good. It won't hurt at all. You'll feel warm down there. Nice and warm."
She kept both her hands on mine, but didn't say anything, so I finished the unzipping. She seemed to start to resist, but stopped, when I finally forced my hand into her panties.
The outer Ups of her vagina were wet. What a pleasant surprise that was. I brought some of that vaginal fluid to her clit, and began to massage it directly. I was so very gentle to begin with.
Now she didn't resist as before. She began to relax. Her mouth opened and closed slowly. Her tongue played with my front teeth. She leaned against me and even released her grip around my hand.
I kept moving that liquid from the vagina to the clit. Faster and faster I rubbed my finger. I pressed her clit ever harder.
With Marsha now completely relaxed, I lifted her from the floor and onto the bed.
Again, she didn't resist, at least not at first.
Easily enough I was able to take off her sneakers. When I began to pull off her jeans, however, she began to fight me. I had to get a bit rough now. I didn't want to do it, but we had gone too far now to stop. Since I weighed about three times her 70 or so pounds, I was able to pull off both her jeans and her panties.
I had her spread-eagled on the bed now, and kept her like that with my knees against her legs, and my left forearm against her chest. Again I began to massage her clit with my right forefinger. From there, I moved it into her vagina. Way deep inside I felt a membrane. The little cunt was still a virgin. This excited me even more than before.
But as I slid my finger into her cunt, she suddenly let out a yell, a scream even. That drove my crazy. It was impossible to stop me now. I put one hand on her mouth and muffled her screams. She began to struggle. This really made me angry, so I slapped her across the face with the other hand.
I slapped her real hard. A bit too hard, perhaps. It stopped her yelling and jumping all right, but it also made her nose bleed. Blood gushed from both her nostrils. I wiped most of it off with the rumpled bedsheets. But it continued to flow, not as fast as at first, but enough to let me decide to let it stop by itself.
She was quiet now. She just lay limp in her bed. Her blue eyes, now filled with tears looked right into mine. I looked down to her crotch and again put my finger into her vagina, at least partway.
The sight of her pubic bristle turned me on again. I knew I had to go all the way with her. I finally unzipped my pants, and pulled my pulsating cock out. It was so stiff that I had a bit of a problem getting it past my jockey shorts and out through my fly.
When she saw my cock, only inches away from her cunt, she closed her eyes and moaned.
I pushed it against her vagina, but it wouldn't go in. She had her muscles tight like a vise.
So I put my weight behind my prick and it began to move forward. It was inside, but only up to the head.
"Oh, no," she whispered. "Oh, no ... Please, Uncle Bob, don't do it. I've never done this before. I don't want to now. Please, for God's sake, don't do it. Please don't do this to me. Please, please ... please!"
For a second or so, I hesitated. But these pleas of hers only made me more excited. I continued to push inside. She stiffened and gasped, as if for air. She gurgled blood.
The blood had continued to ooze from her nose, and some of it had gotten into her mouth.
Again I put my entire weight behind my cock and pushed it in all the way. It was tight and nice, just right. My prick felt as if it was halfway up into her stomach. I pulled it out slightly, and then again pushed in its full length. What an exciting feeling I had along the full length of my cock and back into my balls, both of which were still in my jockey shorts.
Her blood now not only oozed from her nose, but trickled out of the comer of her mouth and down her chin. I still kept at it in and out, in and out. Slowly, in and out. She lay completely motionless and quiet, except when she took in air and gurgled the blood in her mouth. I looked down to her crotch and saw her pubic stubble colored crimson. My prick moving in and out, was also coated with blood. Five minutes ago she had been a virgin.
The blood on her face and matted hair had begun to dry, but my prick as well as her crotch area all became ever more wet.
I had been at it for some five or six minutes, now, but I didn't want to come yet. If I was going to get into trouble over this, I might as well get as much of it as I could.
Suddenly I heard a car pull into the drive. It had to be my sister, Marsha's mother!
In my panic, my prick became soft, and simply slid out of that tight, blood-lubricated cunt of Marsha's. I was in for it now. Fuck my bad luck. And I hadn't even been able to come inside that girl when I had made up my mind to do so.
"Listen, kid, don't you tell your mom about this. If you do, I'll swear it was your idea. I'll say you were smoking pot and went crazy. It will be your word against mine.
"Don't tell your mom about this, and we'll both be okay. Look, I'll make it worth your while if you don't tell. I'll give you the thirty bucks I have in my wallet. That, and another thirty tomorrow. What do you say? Is it a deal?
"Well, answer me! We don't have much time! Your mother is coming in the door. Give me an answer, damn you!"
She didn't say anything but lay there, and began to whimper. I pushed my blood-covered penis back into my pants and under my shorts. Only then did I notice that my pants were covered with blood all around the crotch. Shit! What a bad break. Marsha's having been a virgin was really going to fuck me up. I had to figure out how the hell I was going to explain all this blood to Marsha's mother. After I jumped off the bed, I remembered the thirty bucks I had promised, and stuffed them into Marsha's halter.
"Look, kid, I have to talk to your mom, now. Go ahead and wash up, but stay in your room until I'm gone, huh?"
Still not one word from Marsha. What could I do? Absolutely nothing at all! That stupid kid would fuck up my life if she talked.
Of course, I'd deny it, but the cops would make their tests and I easily could be sent up for years on a charge of technical rape. It didn't matter who started it. They didn't have to prove I had forced her. The age factor, her being only twelve, that was the real bummer.
"Listen, Marsha, if you keep quiet about this whole thing, I'll give you a motor scooter on top of the thirty bucks I promised you for tomorrow, and the thirty you have in your halter.
"Listen, you'll have to tell your mom you banged your nose and got it bleeding yourself. Tell her you cried so much that I had to grab you and you bled right into my pants.
"Yes, if you tell her that, I'll give you the scooter, okay? Tell her you bled on my pants. You're just the right size. Perfect size to bleed all over my pants.
"Tell her what I told you and everything will work out for both of us. Do it for the scooter, please...?"
Marsha still said nothing. What could I do but go downstairs to the living room, where my sister Millie had just come in with two bags of groceries.
"Hi, Bob, how are you? What a nice surprise to find you here like this. Have you seen Marsha? She was supposed to stay home until I returned."
I gave Millie a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "Yes, I'm fine. Just thought I'd drop by and have a cup of coffee with you before continuing home. There was a small electrical fire at the plant, and we got the afternoon off.
"Marsha is--ah-up in her room just now. Probably washing up.
"Seems she bumped into something and got a nosebleed out of it. Nothing serious. I tried to help her stop the bleeding, and got some of the blood onto my pants. Perhaps I should send her the dry-cleaning bill. Hah! Hah!"
"Oh, I must see her. I have to take care of my baby...." Millie blurted out, and made as if she was going to go upstairs to Marsha's room.
I grabbed her by the arm. "No, don't. It was only a very ordinary nosebleed. Marsha is washing up now. She told me to tell you she would be right down after she washes up and changes her clothes.
"We already stopped the blood some five minutes ago. Let her wash up by herself. She is no longer a child. She needs to demonstrate her ability to take care of herself. Don't rush after her as if she were only a kid.
"Please, Millie, I have three children myself, all older than your Marsha and Mary. I know what it means to kids to be able to begin to take care of themselves."
Millie listened thoughtfully. "Well, Bob, if you really think it would be better to let her take care of it herself. After all, it is only a nosebleed and nothing more. That's all it is, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's all it is. Don't even think about it any more. Let Marsha tell you about it later. I suggested to her that she lie down awhile, to let the blood congeal properly. Perhaps she'll take a nap, too. Even better that way. Look, I'd really love to have a hot cup of coffee and chat a bit."
"Of course. And besides, I'd like to talk to you about some problems I have just now. Boy, oh, boy, do I have some real problems myself!
"And nobody to tell them to. You have absolutely no idea! But things have gotten so bad lately, that I guess I'll just lay it all out in your lap, Bob, just as I used to do when we were kids. I need someone who will understand."
We went into the kitchen, where Millie started some coffee perking.
"Look, Bob, this coffee's for you. I'll have some scotch instead. Straight. I need it if I am to tell you about my problems just now."
"Millie, I'll join you in that scotch. Also straight. I think I might soon have a problem or two myself."
"Huh? Okay, sure, if you want scotch, too. Why not? Anyway, my problems have to do with John. I'm really very desperate just now."
I knew Millie had been having problems with John from the day she married him. I knew they were sexual problems, but we had never spoken directly about any of this.
Not once. I didn't want to pry into my sister's private life. She was in her mid-thirties and should have known what she was doing. Today, of all days, she was going to tell me about it.
It turns out that John was having an affair with Helen Morgan, his secretary. That was bad enough. What made it worse was that John was no longer having any sex at all with Millie.
And just like me, my sister needed sex. More than John's companionship, she needed John to screw her, not once in awhile, but each and every day. But now, she was getting absolutely nothing.
She had married John because he was a real stud. Now he was hurting her in the worst way possible. By denying her what Millie wanted, and needed the most, John was destroying Millie.
"When was the last time you had any? With John or with anyone else for that matter?" I hesitated to ask, but had to.
Millie laughed as if coughing. "Haven't had any in over a month. Absolutely zero, in all that time. Even let Mr. Megia, my next door neighbor put the make on me last weekend, when John was away on business, probably with Helen, but it didn't work out. After a couple of drinks, I literally jumped on that man.
"I think I frightened him so much that he couldn't get it up at all. Impotent! Completely impotent. Haven't seen him since."
"And so what do you do now, Millie? What can you do?"
"What do I do? I do it myself, that's what I do. But masturbating myself is such a poor substitute for the real thing. I can't really go on like this."
"But I don't understand why you can't find another man, Millie. You are still very attractive. The bars are full of men looking for a lay."
"Bob, that's just it. John isn't having any sex with me precisely because he wants to drive me into having sex with some guy I meet at a bar. He would then sue for divorce on grounds of adultery. He'd get custody of the girls, and I'd be left in the street without anything or anyone."
"But how would John find out?"
"Because he has a private detective follow me around. He's sitting in that green Ford parked across the street. I don't know where John has the money to pay a private eye, but I guess he figures it won't be very long before I have to literally crawl to some bar and then to a motel. He'll nail me then. He and I both know it is only a matter of time, just a few more days, probably.
"John's private dick almost nailed me with Mr. Megia, poor impotent Mr. Megia. Next time that guy will get me with photos and everything.
"Oh, my poor Millie. If only I could help you some way. If only ... damn!"
"Bob if you weren't my brother, I'd ask you to fuck me right now. I really need it." She laughed sardonically while pouring herself what turned out to be her fourth glass of scotch. She also poured another scotch for me.
I felt so lousy about what she had told me that I couldn't drink another drop of alcohol. I pushed the glass away from me. It tipped over and spilled into Millie's lap.
"Oh, shit, Bob, I smell like a drunken bum. Let me change my dress. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I sat alone at the table for a few minutes. Then I decided to have a drink. I poured myself a glass and bolted it down. A few minutes later, I repeated that operation. The bottle was finally empty. I stood up to look for another bottle of scotch. When I couldn't find it, I yelled to Millie, "Do you have any more scotch?"
She didn't answer, so I went to her bedroom, where I guessed she might still be after having changed dresses. The door was ajar so I went right in.
Millie was completely naked, spread-eagled face up on top of her bed. She was masturbating herself furiously. She had her eyes tightly closed. Her bedside table radio was on loud enough so that she could not have heard me come in.
I hadn't seen my sister naked since before she was a teenager, perhaps twenty years ago, or so. After all that time, and two children, she didn't look that bad at all. I found myself wishing my wife Evelyn looked as good.
Millie was short but slim. With her back arched as it was, she looked especially sinuous and muscular. She began to moan, if not groan, as all her muscles tightened. Millie began to tremble and then to shake. She was about to have an orgasm, almost, but not just yet.
She fluttered open her eyes and they looked right into mine. Millie seemed both ashamed and pleased to find me looking down at her naked body. Her mouth opened as if to say something but then closed again.
With one forefinger still on her clit, she put the other forefinger into her vagina. She was very deliberate about it. Very slowly, she pushed it in and just as slowly she pulled it out. Throughout, she maintained steady eye contact with me. If she weren't my sister, I would have thought that she was teasing me somehow.
I shifted my gaze to her crotch. As the late afternoon sun streamed into Millie's bedroom, I could see her vaginal fluid glistening on that forefinger, the one she continued to push in and out of her vagina so very deliberately.
While my eyes remained riveted to her throbbing mound and thrusting forefinger, she finally spoke.
"Please forgive me, Bob, but the pressure is just too much. Do me the favor of sitting on the edge of the bed. Please stay with me until I can finish myself off. I so very much need companionship at a time like this-anyone, even you. That's all I ask for."
I felt very awkward but I did as she asked. I sat down on the edge of her bed. She was my sister. I had to help her somehow. Pity for her caused me to put my hands on her shoulders.
"Yes, Bob, oh yes! Hold them tight. Tighter! More, yes, like that. Yes!"
She then switched from forefinger, to thumb in her vaginal thrusts. I must admit that I had never seen that before, and I watched with a mixture of fascination and shame. I continued to press down on her shoulders.
With her wet forefinger completely exposed to the air, I began to sniff out the pungent smell of her vaginal juice. The smell was both sour and sweet, but more sour than sweet.
"Bob, let's kiss. Please kiss me now. I'm about to come, and I'd like to be kissing then. Haven't had that for months. I need it, huh?"
Again I knew I had to do it, and did it. As I bent across her and we touched our lips, she shoved her breasts against my shirt. She moaned and groaned, as we continued kissing.
She was definitely coming. I felt her bring her feet tightly together. She grabbed me with both her arms. I let myself be pulled down completely on top of her naked and sweating body.
I could smell her body sweat, her vaginal juices, her breath, her hair. It was an odor both sweet and sour, harsh and soft, lingering and lilting. The smell of her body got to me.
"Please hold me Bob, please hold me tight. Just that. I can come by myself, but I'm still alone when I do that. I desperately need the warmth of another body. Please, just stay here like this, so very near me. Hold me tight.
"Cuddle me. Rock me back and forth, and I'll be okay in a minute."
What could I do but what she asked me? It wasn't very much to ask, or all that much to give either. I straddled her and hugged her and racked her to and fro. We held onto each other, very tightly. I was completely dressed, and she was completely naked. I was both ashamed and relieved.
After about five minutes, she was still clutching me. I myself had loosened my hold around her. In fact, my arms had begun to ache under our combined weight. I had comforted her enough already. I pulled my hands out from beneath her body, and rolled over on my back right next to her.
For no reason at all, she rested her right hand between my legs. It didn't feel bad, but still, she shouldn't have touched me there, especially not when she was still completely naked. Slowly, she began to massage me right there between my legs. Damn it, I was getting an erection. I just couldn't believe it.
Sure, it was pleasant, but after all, there was a limit to what Millie and I could do together. Suddenly, she had slipped her hand into my pants, and even under my jockey shorts, all the way to my crotch hair.
She was playing around with my hairs, curling them about her fingers, even stroking the base of my cock. I had a full erection as she lightly caressed the very top side of my cock. This erection was half due to my embarrassment at being touched by my sister, and half to the now obvious physical pleasure I was feeling.
It didn't take her very long to make her next move, which was to unzip my fly with her free hand, while keeping her working hand pressed against my cock. She had to sit up. however, and also to use both hands in order to get my prick out of my pants and into the light.
"I always wondered how it looked, Bob. Very nice. And just oh, so smooth to the touch. Let's see how it tastes."
With that she bent down over my cock and began to suck on it. I couldn't believe it. It had all happened so quickly and she had done it so smoothly, that I hadn't had the chance to stop her. And now I didn't want to stop her, although I should have.
Who cares! Let her do it! Two hours ago, I had fucked my niece, and now my sister was sucking me off. What a way to live, and why not? These days, anything goes. Everyone is doing anything. It all had to catch up with me, too.
Sure, let's go all the way.
Her long brown hair covered both my cock and her face, so I pushed it back to be able to see the action as well as to feel it. I wanted to have eye contact with Millie while she was sucking my cock, but she had her eyes closed tightly, exactly as when I had seen her playing with herself.
With my left hand, I touched the nipple of first one breast, and then of the other. Both were hard yet pliable.
I squeezed each one. Millie signaled back by squeezing my prick after each squeeze to her nipples. She finally opened her eyes, and looked at me. She stopped sucking my prick for a few seconds.
"I really need this, more than you'll ever know. I haven't had a prick in my mouth in I don't know how many months. Yours really tastes good."
"Millie, me too. Don't talk any more. Just keep on doing it as you were doing it. No more talk."
She went back to work on my prick, and she did it with both relief at having gotten this far, and anticipation of what was to follow.
Since we were going to do it, I decided to dress for the job, which in this case, meant that I had to take off my shirt, pants, shorts, shoes and socks in that order. We were now both naked.
While Millie continued to suck on my cock I maneuvered myself under her cunt for a sixty-nine. Rather than start on her clit and vagina lips with my tongue, I decided to push in with the tip of my nose first. I wanted to get a whiff of that sweet and sour juice of hers again.
And I wasn't disappointed. Right there at the source, the juice was thick against the tip of my nose, and oh so pungent when smelled at such a close distance.
When I had enough of that amber clear liquid on, and in, my snout, I gave my tongue the chance it so richly deserved. I ran the very tip of my tongue from one end of her wet slit to the other, and then back again. I rested it for a moment, against her clit. And it was just the right spot, because as I stopped there, she grabbed my prick with both hands while sucking the head stronger than ever.
Again I repeated the whole thing with my tongue, and again she answered, this time by swaying her long, thin tits, to and fro. She was so wet, that I didn't need any saliva to be able to proceed smoothly with my job. My tongue pushed against her cunt's outer lips and liquid oozed out. I swallowed it, and liked its taste. It was something like tasting certain kinds of snails or oysters.
But these were' all preliminary events. The main bout was just about to start between her clit and my tongue and lips. Again I first touched the clit at its center for a moment.
This time, however, I quickly switched to its edge so as to tease her and prevent soreness at the same time. Round and round I went. Millie at first tried moving her clit into the center of my attention, but soon realized that I had other plans, at least for now.
My missing the mark so steadfastly nevertheless drove her quite wild. But that was exactly my plan of attack. She would almost get my tongue against her clit, almost but not quite.
She herself was now thrusting my prick in and out of her mouth as if it were a cunt. Ever longer thrusts. In and out. She was taking a third of my cock, and then almost half.
Now it was more than half! And on each downthrust, she pushed the head of the cock with her tongue. Sometimes she put pressure on the very tip, while at other times she touched it as if with a glancing blow.
I had now finished the tease. I zeroed in on the center of her clit, and began to massage it with the tip of my tongue. She responded with an undulating motion of thighs, hips, crotch and cunt.
At one moment, she was on my right, pressing against my tongue. At another she was on my left, just barely touching the tip of her clit to the tip of my tongue. Then again, she was exactly above me, pushing up and down against my tongue with her clit.
Simultaneously, her clit began to move in and out of its protective cover. At one moment, I had my tongue inside that cover, so that I could maintain contact with the clit. At another moment, I could both feel and see the clit protruding as much as half an inch outside its cover.
Her clit was thus a bit like a small penis, or better yet, like the head of an uncircumcised penis, as it moved in and out of its foreskin.
I could feel, see, and even smell that she was becoming more excited. But there was still more for me to do. I now began to thrust my right forefinger into her cunt. First slowly, and then more quickly. It was beginning to be too much for her, because she couldn't suck on my penis any longer, but began to moan, and then wail with pleasure. Hers was a prolonged, high-pitched cry. Even when she clenched her teeth, it came through almost as loudly as before.
She was obviously beginning to come. She was having a long, intense orgasm, centered on her clit. Perfect! She was grasping and fumbling with my stone-hard cock.
Obviously, I wasn't going to come, not yet. I wanted it this way because I knew my own orgasm would be much more intense inside my sister's cunt than it could possibly be in her mouth or hands.
At exactly this moment I saw that little Marsha was in the room, just inside the still-ajar bedroom door. I don't know how long she had been watching us do this, but she had seen plenty already.
Marsha didn't make a sound. She stared at us wild-eyed. It seemed for a moment as if she would scream but I saw her clasp her hand across her mouth, first one hand, and then the other on top of it. Even then she couldn't stifle that groan. I heard it and so did Millie.
Millie was still coming. Her orgasm was that long, but she managed to turn her head.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh, M-M-Marshaaaaaaa!" Millie couldn't articulate at all. She stopped trying and continued with her wailing through her clenched teeth. Millie still hadn't finished coming.
Marsha collapsed to the floor, and continued to groan while her mother wailed even more loudly. I could hardly see to the floor, but I was still able to make out Marsha crawling out of the bedroom.
Millie finished coming, and she stopped wailing. She also collapsed, with her cunt right in my face. I pushed her off and over onto her back.
My cock couldn't have been more stiff, and Millie's cunt couldn't have been more open, so I naturally shoved it inside. Millie was so relaxed that for a moment, I thought I had missed her cunt, and my prick was moving in and out of an air pocket.
I had to look down to our crotch to make sure I was still inside of her. And indeed I was, so I continued, but still felt almost nothing.
Millie began to move her eyes under her still closed lids, while at the same time trying to push sound out from her throat. It was as if she was just beginning to regain consciousness.
"Oh, Bob, stop! Stop! Didn't you see Marsha? She saw us, like this! Stop, let me talk to her. Let me try to explain!"
"Not now, Millie. She saw us, period. There is nothing to explain. Let's get on with our fucking. There is nothing we can do now. Not now, or ever. Forget it."
But Millie couldn't forget it. Certainly not as easily as I had. She began to squirm. She tried to get out from under me, but the more she tried, the harder I held onto her. Again, as with Marsha earlier this afternoon, I was beginning to have to use force to get the fuck I wanted.
As Millie struggled, however, her vagina tightened around my cock, and I began to feel an ever-growing pleasure down there. Millie continued to struggle and even managed to free one of her arms, which she then used to hit me on the head and right shoulder.
"Get out. Take it out! Take your prick out of me. I can't stand it. I don't want it now. I have to find Marsha. You can't do this to me. No!"
Again Millie's vagina tightened still more around my prick. I had to really push to keep it going in and out at the same speed as before. The more desperate Millie became the more pleasurable it was to me.
"Keep fighting, you bitch! I like you like this a lot more, than when you were like a bathroom towel. Keep it up, Millie. Keep it up. More movement. Why don't you yell for help, too? More fun that way. Do it! Yell, you bitch!"
"Help me!" she screamed. She really and truly was now screaming for help. "Help! Help me, Marsha, help! Marsha!"
Exactly right for me. Millie's cunt couldn't have been tighter. In fact, it was almost as tight as Marsha's virgin cunt had been earlier that afternoon. I couldn't have been more happy with Millie's frenzied movements, screams, even her blows.
I knew I was going to come. Not just yet, but in a minute or two, or perhaps three.
Squish! Squish! Squish! I could hear Millie's liquid coming out of her cunt as I pushed my prick in and out. Squish! Squish!.
I was only a minute or so away now from coming inside my sister, and I was teasing each and every delicious second of it.
Blam! I heard the crack of a pistol coming from the direction of the bedroom door. I turned my head toward the door, and saw Marsha holding with angry hands what I guessed to be her dad's .38 police special.
She had just missed me with that first shot.
I couldn't be as lucky with the second and third shots. The split second it took Marsha to aim that .38 at me again, I twisted to my side and spun Millie on her side to use as a shield so that Marsha wouldn't shoot again. Marsha might want to kill me now, but not badly enough to endanger her mother in any way.
With Millie acting as my shield, perhaps unwillingly, but nevertheless there, Marsha lowered the gun.
"Mom, Mom! Are you okay?"
"Marsha! Of course I'm okay. Why did you shoot at Uncle Bob? Why did you do it? Put that damn gun down!"
"But, Mom ... I thought ... I heard you yell for help and I got Dad's gun, and I came to help you."
Marsha dropped the gun to the floor and sort of stumbled backward out of the room. Both Millie and I breathed a sigh of relief.
CHAPTER TWO
Millie grabbed me and held me very tightly to her.
"Oh, Bob, please forgive me. I lost my head for a moment. It was stupid of me to carry on the way I did. I never should have yelled for help that way.
"I really don't know what I was doing. I almost got us both killed. Believe me when I say I promise to never behave that stupidly again."
"Sure, Millie, don't worry about it. You just lost your head for a moment. It could have happened to anyone. Forget it."
I then looked down to my crotch and noticed that my cock was still inside Millie's cunt. It was difficult to believe that after so much excitement it would still be there. I wondered what Millie would have felt if Marsha had managed to kill me with my prick still wedged inside of her vagina. That gruesome thought, however, had a stronger effect on me than that pot shot of Marsha's did, because I now felt my erection going down.
My prick began to slip out of my sister's cunt, but I didn't give a damn, because I was just happy to be alive. As my slimy cock slid out completely free of Millie's crotch, I simply turned over and stretched out and lay there on my stomach without moving.
Millie saw what had just happened, and she became as concerned as only a woman who was both sister and lover could be.
"Please forgive me, Bob. I was so terribly hot for you, and I still am. You gave me what I wanted and needed, now let me return the favor. Let's finish this the right way. Let's do it again, and come together. Let's ... "
"Wait a minute, Millie. I want that as much as you, but let me catch my breath first."
She then began to stroke my back, as I lay there, still motionless. First she touched my shoulders, then the small of my back, finally the all-important ass. The second time she did it with more force, this time lingering a bit longer at the ass. She even spread the cheeks a bit and ran her fingers up to my asshole.
I was beginning to feel the pleasure again, and showed it by slowly contracting my asshole as her fingers touched it, then stroked teasingly up the crack, then back to the hole. This time, she began to play around with the rim of my hole with her fingers. She tickled me and I contracted my asshole once again. But then, she began to massage it with the side of her hand, and I relaxed again.
She then put one of her fingers all the way into my hole. At first it wouldn't go in at all, so she wet it with some spit and tried again. This time, it went in a bit, but not that much, so she pulled it out a bit, and then pushed it in again, this time a bit deeper. Little by little as she pushed in deeper and deeper, and I relaxed more and more, I began to enjoy it. I was indeed ready for more sex.
By this time, she was sliding not one, but two fingers in and out of my asshole. With her free hand, she started to fondle and caress my limp prick between my legs, which I had begun to spread open wider, every time I felt more excited under Millie's attentions.
"Let's see if you can dig this, Bob, okay?" she said, as she bent over my asshole, and touched the rim again, but this time with her tongue.
Ahh, that indeed was pleasure. I hadn't been -rimmed in years. It was difficult enough to get Evelyn to have sex with me as it was, much less could I ever convince her to do it to me this way.
And the girls and women I met in bars and mounted in motels also were not very eager to do this for me. Even the whores didn't do it for me.
It isn't that they wouldn't, but they always wanted extra money for a tongue rimming. Usually it was double or triple the ordinary fee, so it simply wasn't worth the money. Better two or three different screws than one of these jobs. But if I could get it like this, and for free, why not?
Millie had already done the entire rim four, even five times. Would she stop or plunge all the way in. I didn't have long to wait for the answer when I felt the tip of her tongue against the inner wall of my asshole. Yes, that was what I wanted most from her just now.
As I became more and more excited, my cock expanded in her hand. The cock was now so hard, that it was pressing into the bed, since I was still lying on my stomach.
I turned my head sideways, and saw that Millie had one hand around my cock, her tongue in my ass, and her other hand near her own ass. My sister was indeed one hell of a girl.
I imagine she had one or two fingers going up and down inside her own asshole!
She stopped sliding her tongue in and out of my hole, and began sucking out my hole. What would she do next?
But I myself wasn't going to wait for that just now. My prick felt like it was going to break unless I turned over on my back, so I did.
Millie stopped sucking my asshole, and waited for me to make the next move.
"As long as I'm on my back, Millie, and you're up, why don't you get on top of me and put my prick inside of you?"
"Sure Bob, but which end. The front or the back of me?"
"Let's start with the front, because I'd like to watch your face a bit as we start to do it again, okay?"
She mounted me as if she were a professional. Within a minute or so she as rocking back and forth as well as from side to side, while balancing on my prick.
She would pull out so that only the head was still inside her cunt, and then she would slam it all in very quickly. At first, she did this slowly, but as she learned to judge the length and resiliency of my cock, she upped the tempo.
During the four of five minutes that we did this, she only lost my cock three times. Each time it came out, she would bend over, and give it a quick suck before plunging it back into her cunt.
After these five minutes of riding my prick, Millie was about to come again. She moaned as before, but was much louder. Her eyes were closed. Her thrusts quickened, but took less of my cock, than at the start. Millie was now playing with only the top third of it. She wanted it neither very deep nor very far out, either.
During the last minute or so before coming, she started to play with her clit, too. She pushed and rubbed it with the fingers of both hands.
"Bob, oh, Bob! I'm coming!"
"Great sis, just great, come now. I'll hold off a bit longer. I really want this to last some more."
She came with a shudder and a wailing moan. Then she slid down onto my cock as if it were between her legs rather than inside her cunt. And then she collapsed on my chest and held me tightly.
After a few seconds, I myself began to push my prick in and then pull it out. She was still on top of me, but too tired to do anything, but she let me use her body for whatever I wanted to do.
During all this time she was on top of me, I had enjoyed it much less than when I was on top of her and she was screaming for help. I wanted to start where we had left off when Marsha took that shot at me. So I held Millie tightly, and turned her over onto her back. I was again on top, and my prick was still inside her.
Within two or three thrusts, my cock was as solid as it would ever be. Something was wrong, however. Her cunt wasn't very tight. That was the problem.
"Millie, tense up a bit. As you were when you were yelling for help, and trying to get away. Do that for me because your cunt just now isn't very tight."
She did try to do it, but her cunt wasn't much better. Even when she started to struggle to get out from under me, it was much the same.
"Millie I know it isn't your fault, but your cunt isn't doing very much for me just now. We'll have to try something else for awhile."
She looked hurt when I told her that, but was a good enough sport to finally understand that she'd have to do something to get me off.
"Why don't I just flip over on my stomach, and you can try my asshole, huh?"
Since she had already put a couple of her fingers into her hole, and lubricated it a bit, I had absolutely no difficulty in pushing my prick in all the way with the first thrust.
"Ouch, not like that, Bob. Take it easy. It hurts if you just barge in like that without warming me up a bit."
"Sorry, this time it was my fault."
"Forget it, Bob. In a minute or two it will stop hurting. You just have to be a bit gentle at the start. Later my hole will be more than large enough. Wait and see. For now, however, don't push in so deep or so quickly, huh?"
I promised I wouldn't and I didn't. I pulled out slowly and didn't push in all the way this time. She also helped by positioning herself better. As I thrust in, she would move forward, while, when I pulled out she leaned backward. We soon were able to establish a rhythm acceptable to both of us.
I stayed hard enough but with each thrust of my cock into her asshole, I realized that I wasn't getting either the pressure or the-excitement I wanted, to be able to come as strongly as I could.
"Let's try the missionary position again, is that okay with you, Millie?"
"Sure. I wasn't anywhere near coming, either. Just as well. But do me a favor, this next time, let me come before changing positions."
I promised her that this time I'd wait it out as best I could. She flipped over onto her back and I just let my cock slide into her again. I didn't even bother wiping my prick off when I pulled it out of her ass, and then plunged it into her cunt. Any woman who can rim my ass as she did, really couldn't be bothered with the more petty hygiene problems.
I enjoyed being in her cunt, but something more was necessary for me to really get strongly excited. Still, I did very well for her, because she again started to moan, this time quite softly.
She moaned more loudly, after another minute or so. Her open mouth moved across my face. Her tongue explored my mouth, my nostrils, my ears. She even tried to slip her tongue into my eye, or to be more exact, under my eyelid. She didn't quite manage that, but not because she didn't try hard.
When she began to sway her hips to and fro, I thought that she was near coming. She even pushed her stomach and breasts against me while arching her back as far as she could. I was still very far from coming. Her cunt was simply too loose for me.
For awhile, I thought I'd even lose my erection, so I began to think of something that would really turn me on, and that was Marsha, of course. When I imagined that I was fucking Marsha instead of her mother, I quickly got my cock hard again. To be able to last longer, I began to count up to one hundred. I hoped she would come before I got anywhere near that high.
"Sixty-two, sixty-three-" I suddenly heard myself counting out loud. This really wasn't working out at all for me. But just then I had an idea which was as desperate as my situation here with Millie.
"Millie, what would you say if I told you that I wanted to sleep with your daughter, Marsha?"
"I'd say you were sick."
"Well, I do want to sleep with Marsha."
"If I thought you really meant it I would think you were really sick."
"But I do mean it, Millie. I really want to sleep with Marsha."
"Stop it, Bob. Don't say such things. You're starting to make me feel bad."
And indeed, it seemed to be working, because as Millie became more angry and upset, her cunt tightened around my cock and that made me more happy and content.
Lucky for both of us because the happier I got, the longer I could continue to screw Millie. Although she was angry and upset, Millie still felt really great around her cunt. For her, sex was a purely mechanical thing. The more she got from a cock, the more likely she was to come.
It didn't really matter what, if anything, she had on her mind.
"I'd like to confess something to you, Millie."
"Please, not now. I think I'm about to come. Tell me later."
"I'd like to tell you now."
"Later, for God's sake!"
"I only want to tell you that earlier this afternoon, I fucked Marsha."
"Don't say such a thing. I'm about to come. Stop imagining things like that."
"Marsha and I did it this afternoon. I think this is what she must have come into your bedroom to tell you when she saw us screwing."
She didn't answer me now, but tensed up both because she was about to come and because she was becoming even more upset with what I was telling her, whether it was true or not.
And as she became more and more tense and upset, her cunt continued to contract more and more around my cock.
I was starting to think about coming myself. Millie's cunt was now tight enough for me. To get myself a bit more excited, I again thought about Marsha, about how much fun it had been to screw her before, and about how much more fun it would be to screw her again later.
Ah, yes, I was getting off thinking about it. Marsha was making my prick move more and more in and out of Millie. I saw that Millie was about to come. When she came, so would I. My cock had been teased so much today. This was going to be it.
I increased the tempo and depth of my thrusts. Faster and deeper my cock penetrated Millie's cunt. She was loving it all physically as much as I was. She groaned and she moaned. She screamed and she whined.
She pressed her tits against my chest, and then suddenly she yelled, "Oh, no, Bob. It's him! That private dick my husband has following me. He's taking pictures of us through the bedroom window. Quick, get him!"
As the man's flashbulbs popped, I turned my head toward the window. Although I couldn't see him at all clearly, he was indeed there. And he was indeed taking pictures. The flashbulbs proved that.
Millie was certainly fucked, and in more way than one, but there was nothing I could do about that now. It was simply too late.
Since Millie was legally finished anyway, I might as well get what I wanted from her. I continued to plunge into her cunt. It was now only seconds away. Millie was desperately trying to hide her face, to turn her head. All I wanted was to come as strongly as I could.
The more Millie struggled and squirmed below me, the more my cock began to throb.
"Ahhh ... Ahhhh!" I screamed. I was coming and I was inside my sister, while fantasizing about her daughter. And outside the window, some private eye was taking pictures of it all for my sister's husband. Perfect! This was absolutely perfect!
"Ahhhgggghghgh! Aaaaggghhhh! " I screamed again and again.
I could feel the come shoot out from the very tip of my cock, and hit Millie's cunt and fill it up. I was squirting come for fully five, six, seven seconds. This was really the big one. All my strength drained away from the rest of my body, and concentrated itself into my penis, and especially the tip.
While I was still squirting my come, I felt my energy and pleasure pass from the head of my cock, through the stem into my balls, and from there begin to move up into the rest of my body.
Halfway back into my body, that pleasure and strength stopped, because at that precise moment, Millie had managed to jerk her cunt free from my cock. I was still coming, but my cock was no longer in her cunt.
My come was dribbling and spurting out onto her stomach and thighs.
I had come all right. It was magnificent all right, but it could have been even better, if that bitch had not jerked herself free from me. I wanted to kill her, I felt such rage.
She was slobbering like the idiot that she was. I shook her by the shoulders, but couldn't stop her crying and moaning. So I simply slapped her across the face. Not once, but three, four, five times. I did it both to stop her yelping, and to get my own frustrations out.
We were both quiet, now, one on top of the other, with as much feeling for each other as two pieces of stacked cordwood. The man who had been at the window only moments before was already gone.
CHAPTER THREE
I was too tired to do anything more than to roll off of Millie and just lie there. I didn't want to move. Suddenly, I heard the front door bell.
I opened the door with only a towel hung around my hips. I didn't really give a damn who else other than that private eye knew about Millie and me.
We were all of us fucked anyway, so nothing more could happen. At least, I got my rocks off, first a bit with Marsha, and then a bit more with Millie.
The man at the door wasn't John. It was someone far more interesting, the private eye who had just taken those pictures of Millie and me in the act of fucking our brains out.
His name was William Tucker, he said, and his friends called him Big Black Bill, because he was, indeed, very large, and he was black. He had returned to offer us--Millie more than me--some kind of deal on the pictures he had just taken.
I almost slugged him, but then I realized that to attack him would quite stupid He easily have beaten the shit out of me and then Millie would really be into it--up to her eyeballs. I asked how much he wanted, and he answered that he would only deal with Millie, and he wanted to see her alone.
I dressed in the bedroom, and decided to try and find Marsha again, to ask if she was going to tell her mom or not tell her, about what had happened between the two of us before her mom had returned from that shopping trip.
Marsha was up in her room. The door was closed, but not locked. Music blared loudly as if it were coming from a rock group playing live. She was sitting cross-legged near her stereo. She had been, and was still smoking pot. Her stuff!
"I have to talk to you, Marsha."
"No, we have nothing to talk about."
"Yes, we do. About those thirty bucks and the scooter that I promised you."
"Will I get them or not?"
"Of course you will. By tomorrow afternoon. I promise."
"Do you want to sit down and share one of my joints?"
"Of course I do, Marsha. Very mush so."
So I sat down next to her and we passed the pot back and forth. I'm not an expert on marijuana, but her stuff was much stronger than mine had been. And Marsha had been smoking for quite some time before I came up to her room.
I started to hallucinate after four puffs. Marsha probably no longer knew who she was or where she was.
I decided to test her reactions by kissing her on the mouth. She passed that test when she kissed me right back. And with her mouth open, and her tongue active all the way into my own mouth!
From there, I went to touching her breasts and crotch. She also passed both these tests and she. didn't resist me at all. In fact, she simply passed out and lay there in front of her stereo unit.
I decided to go to the kitchen to see how Millie and Big Black Bill were doing in their negotiations. And I came in at just the right moment. Millie was holding Big Bill's cock in her hands and licking it with her tongue.
When she saw me come in. she explained, "We just made a deal. I get the pictures from him. He gets the same deal I just gave you. It sounds weird, but it couldn't be very much more fair."
I flushed with anger for only a moment. Why not?
Perhaps I, too, would get everything I wanted, and it wouldn't cost me much. With a bit of luck, I might even get to do Marsha, while Millie did Bill. Everything was possible now.
Millie and Bill went into the bedroom, to do whatever it was they were about to do. For now, I would have Marsha to myself. I didn't find that other bottle of scotch I had been looking for, but I did pick up a half-empty bottle of rum, and went back upstairs.
Marsha was sill unconscious, but now she lay stretched out on he floor.
She was face up, so I picked her up and laid her on her bed. I then put on another one of her records, one with a heavy beat. The record player was on at full volume.
I could still smell the pot. In fact, there was enough smoke in Marsha's room to give me another high. I drank some rum directly from the bottle. It was nice and hot in my throat. I needed it for what I was going to do with Marsha.
I undressed Marsha, who was still completely unconscious. First, I took off her short skirt--she had managed to change clothes between the last time I had her and now--then her blouse. She didn't have a bra on because she didn't need one yet.
Before going on to her panties, I had yet another swig of rum. Again it was hot and comfortable to my throat. I myself was beginning to sweat but decided not to undress, not yet anyway.
Perhaps Marsha would undress me. If she didn't do it willingly, I knew I could force her. That would be even better. Yes, I hoped she would resist me. Forcing her would be much more fun.
She was still unconscious, so I pulled her panties off. For a moment, I wanted to fuck her just like that. I wanted to screw her while she was still doped up. So I got on top of her and began to press down against her. She was completely naked, while I was still completely dressed up to and including my shoes.
While still on top of Marsha, I reached over for my rum and took another mouthful.
Instead of swallowing the rum, however, I put my mouth, with the rum still inside, to Marsha's. I forced a jet of rum against the back of her throat.
She almost choked on it, because she coughed violently, and jerked her head from side to side. Eventually she got a gulp of air, and stopped struggling. I now had another idea.
I continued to rub my crotch against hers, until my cock began to get hard. When it was as hard as it had to be for the job I wanted it to do, I pulled it out and put it between Marsha's legs. I didn't put it inside of her cunt, but only between her legs. Then I took another swallow of rum. I held most of the rum in my mouth, although I let a bit of it trickle down my throat. My cock, hard as ever, was cradled between Marsha's inner thighs. Once in a while, I'd shove it a bit against her cunt, but I never pushed inside. We were just touching, as it were.
With my mouth full of rum, I again bent over Marsha's face and again forced a stream of hot rum against the roof of her mouth, and into her throat. Again she began to gag on the liquid, as some of the rum found its way into her lungs.
She coughed and shook her head violently. Her body jerked from side to side. It was now I decided to shove my cock into her cunt. While she shook, jerked and coughed desperately, I began to shove my cock into Marsha.
There was no lubrication inside her vagina, so it was absolutely not prepared to receive anything, much less a cock as big and hard as mine. But that is what I wanted. I wanted to force my way inside Marsha's cunt. I had to do it this way, because, since she was unconscious, she could not possibly have resisted me if I put it in slowly.
I wanted Marsha to resist as violently as possible, even though she was still unconscious. And I got exactly the effect I wanted. The kid was absolutely desperate in her delirium. Besides choking on the rum, she was being stabbed by my cock. She flailed her arms and tried to grab at her throat with one hand, and her cunt with the other. Because I was on top of her at both places, she couldn't get to either.
As her desperation increased, so did my pleasure. My cock was already halfway inside her cunt which felt like sandpaper inside. But that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted a really rough fuck from Marsha, whether she was conscious or not. And just now I was getting the best part of that rough fuck.
My cock just wouldn't go in any deeper so I pulled out a bit, backed out as it were, to get a running start. I then shoved in again with all the force I could concentrate behind my instrument of pleasure. At first my cock began to buckle, at the base, but the pleasure I was getting out of all this made it harder. And so this time, my cock went in deeper than it had gone a few seconds before.
I continued to press my cock into her cunt by pulling her toward me as much as I could. She was still struggling violently and jerking from side to side. These movements allowed my cock to slowly continue its way into her cunt.
The pleasure was literally unbearable. For a moment or two it seemed as if she was going to actually die on me by choking to death on that rum. But suddenly, she got the air she needed and she stopped her unconscious struggles.
My cock was now completely inside the tightest cunt I had ever felt. Methodically, I began to pull out and push in again. All too quickly, there was lubrication between my prick and her vaginal walls. Bad luck, it wasn't as rough as before. It wasn't as much fun, either.
Suddenly, I looked down to my cock, and noticed that it was covered with blood, just as it was the first time we had screwed, and she was still a virgin. That lubrication wasn't vaginal juice but blood. I had tom her open again. What probably happened however, was that the first tear hadn't healed properly during the five or six hours we had spent otherwise engaged.
Again I felt my pleasure increase. My cock also hardened more. Because it was bigger, my cock got more pressure from her cunt which stayed the same size. Thus, the harder and bigger my cock became, the tighter I felt her cunt and the more pleasure I got.
At the same time, the more pleasure I got, the more excited I became, and the bigger and harder my cock swelled. All of this couldn't be seen with the eye, but it was physically happening, nevertheless.
I now began to jump around on top of Marsha. I would pull her body up with me when I pulled my cock out a bit. Then I would slam her body into the bed, as I plunged my cock as deeply as I could into her bloody cunt. This was much better than before.
All this moving around was enough to start to bring Marsha back to consciousness. Some rum gurgled out of her mouth and she rolled her eyes wildly. I became more excited as I anticipated her look when she would realize that I was right now fucking her.
"Oh, no, Uncle Bob! I don't believe this. Please, no!"
"Why not? Don't you like this Marsha?"
"No, no, no, no! The pain is killing me."
"But I like it, Marsha. I like it."
"Uncle Bob, please stop."
"The more you yell and scream, the more I like it."
"I don't believe it! I don't believe this is happening to me!"
"Sure is. And I'm getting off on your screaming!"
She continued to struggle a bit more and then began to moan in pain. This I liked almost as much as her trying to get out from under me.
I was very excited, and could feel another ball of semen forming inside my prick. Oh, yes, this was going to make up for that orgasm I didn't get from Marsha before, because her mother came home early from that shopping trip.
"Please stop, Uncle Bob. If you don't stop right now, I'll tell Mom about this. You can keep your thirty dollars, and your motor scooter. Please ... "
"Tell your mom whatever you like. She doesn't care what happens any more. She's downstairs having her own fun with a Big black guy."
"Oh, I couldn't believe anything like that about my mom. She does care about what happens to me. And she doesn't screw anyone else except Dad. She wouldn't screw no black dude."
"Just for the hell of it, let me carry you downstairs and show something to you."
I then decided to stop screwing Marsha for a few minutes, and have some fun with her before continuing. So I stopped pushing in and pulling out but rather plunged it all the way in.
I lifted her off the bed, while keeping her body pressed to mine. Most important of all, my cock was shoved deep into her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
As we walked to the door I cradled Marsha in my arms much as I had done with my own kids.
The difference, however, was that I had my cock inside of Marsha.
Her legs dangled across and against my hips. As I walked, her legs moved up and down across my body, and this forced my prick to slide in and out of her cunt. This was almost as good as when I was fucking her on the bed. I already decided that we would walk around like this much more often.
Going down the stairs was even more pleasurable than walking straight. As my legs moved up and down, my cock moved in and out of her cunt. And as her legs bounced up and down with each step, she also pushed my cock out of her cunt, but only a little bit, and then immediately pulled it back again.
If the stairs had been two or three times as long, I might have come right then and there. It was that good!
When we reached the foot of the stairs, I even considered starting to climb back up and coming right on those stairs, but decided against it, when I distinctly heard for the first time, Millie's moaning and groaning her squeals and whines.
I had to show Marsha how her mother was carrying on with Big Black Bill. I also wanted to see this for myself. I would not have wanted my sister to marry a black man, but that doesn't mean I have anything against her being fucked by one, especially if I could watch it happen.
But most of all, I wanted to see my sister's reaction, when she saw me fucking her young daughter. Also, it would be fun to see how Marsha reacted when her mother saw her being fucked.
The combinations of reactions and counter-reactions were large enough to make this upcoming meeting rather exciting.
As we approached Millie's bedroom, I realized that Marsha had also begun to hear her mom carrying on. For a moment, it seemed that Marsha was more interested to find out what was happening to her mom, than what would happen to herself.
She even clutched at me with her arms and I returned that embrace with one more quick thrust of my cock.
Suddenly, we were in Millie's bedroom and could watch Bill fucking her. He was inside of her, on top, absolutely oblivious to everything except his own pleasure. She was doing exactly the same thing as he was and enjoying every bit of it, too.
Marsha saw her mom, and almost jumped off my prick as she did. Her cunt tightened as I hadn't felt it since the first time I rammed my cock inside. Marsha was speechless. She didn't even yell or moan or anything. Suddenly she was limp. She had fainted.
I kept my cock inside her cunt while lying down with her on the floor next to the bed where Millie and Bill were fucking their souls out. They still hadn't noticed us. I watched Bill pushing down on my sister. He was not very gentle.
I could see that right away. But I got off on that. I enjoyed Millie getting it this way. every once in awhile, Bill would manage to hurt her enough so that Millie started to scream. I liked that a lot, too. I hoped Bill would hurt her a bit more as well as more often.
All in all, however, Millie was getting a lot more pleasure than she was suffering pain. Her moans and groans were caused by pleasure and not by pain. Only that occasional scream showed she felt hurt. But I think that the little bit of pain she received made all that pleasure she was getting that much better.
I continued screwing Marsha while thinking all this. And these thoughts kept my cock nice and hard. Marsha, who was still unconscious, was too relaxed to give me too much pleasure. I looked over to Bill and Millie for inspiration.
Bill was very methodical and conventional. He was good enough for the women he screwed, that I don't doubt, but he wasn't all that much fun to watch, even though he was screwing my own sister.
All Bill did, was to stay on top and move in and out, always at the same speed, and probably to the same depth. He didn't move his hands or head or anything except his lower body. I got bored watching his mechanical performance with Millie and tried to think of something more exciting to do.
It was then that I noticed that Millie had brought in her glass of scotch when-she came in from the kitchen to change. Why not attract Bill and Millie's attention to Marsha and me? Bill and Millie were so much involved in their cheap little screw that they hadn't seen Marsha and me come in and lie down on the floor next to their bed. It was their turn to watch a much more interesting show than the one they were putting on.
Marsha and I had to have a dramatic start.
I grabbed the scotch, slugged half of it down, and kept the rest of it in my mouth. I bent over Marsha and squirted the scotch inside her mouth just as I had done upstairs. And as before, Marsha reacted violently by gurgling and gasping and jerking about violently.
Marsha's desperate movements were enough to attract Millie's attention. Suddenly, Millie was staring at me, and Marsha, in utter disbelief. Bill still hadn't noticed a thing and so was moving in and out as before.
I looked at Millie while fucking the gasping and struggling Marsha beneath me. It was really great, because of Marsha's movements and Millie's disbelieving stare. My cock was as hard and big as it had been all that day.
I could feel the lubrication provided by the blood in Marsha's cunt. That blood of hers was so much better than any vaginal juice.
It was so good that I even got pleasure out of feeling my balls pushing against Marsha's inner thighs. My balls were now very small and tight. I could feel them rubbing not only against Marsha, but also against each other, especially as I went into Marsha at an angle either from the right or the left of the front, or even the back.
"Stop!" yelled Millie at the top of her voice. She must have noticed that Marsha had begun to turn blue around her face, and was coughing and gurgling quite desperately. I knew that probably nothing would happen to Marsha, but Millie didn't know that. Both Marsha, who was still unconscious, and Millie, who was conscious, tried to get out from under the men who were screwing them.
Neither of them was going to make it, I thought, and all this gave me even more pleasure.
"Why should I stop, Millie? I'm enjoying this, and so is Marsha, even if she doesn't know it."
When Bill finally heard my voice, he opened his eyes, and looked at me, but didn't stop fucking Millie. "Hey, man, what are you doing here? And what the hell are you doing to that poor little girl?"
Just then, Marsha got that first gulp of air into her lungs, and began to breathe normally. She was still unconscious but she stopped jumping around. I continued fucking her while looking at Millie and Bill.
"See folks, no big deal! All we are doing is enjoying ourselves just like you two."
"But Bob, my daughter's unconscious."
"Yeah, man, that poor child don't know what you're doing to her. Get off of her."
"Bill, why don't you shut up. You take care of your business, and I'll take care of mine." Bill hadn't missed a stroke into Millie and he wasn't about to stop now, either. Only Millie seemed to want to cause problems now.
She kept yelling at me to stop, even now that Marsha wasn't choking or moving about at all. If Bill hadn't kept her speared, on his prick, she would have jumped off her bed, and tried to scratch my eyes out.
I enjoyed thinking about her trying to do just that, if and when Bill ever took his prick out of her and she got out from under him.
Marsha came back to consciousness at about that time. I was still looking at Millie when I realized that Marsha was awake and staring at me. I looked into her eyes, but she said nothing.
I hadn't stopped banging her, since we started upstairs on her bed. I wasn't going to stop now, even though Marsha was now no longer in a mood to fight me.
Although Marsha was now resigned to my screwing her when and how I wanted it, her mom was not. Millie continued to scream at me between groans of pleasure. That now got me hot. I didn't care who reacted to my screwing, whether it was the body I was fucking or someone watching us. All I wanted was a strong negative reaction from someone. If I got that, I was happy, my cock was hard, and we both wanted more of the same.
Millie's anguished screams and desperate pleas were now the major cause of my sexual enjoyment. Marsha was only by chance the object of my sexual desire. Had Marsha's sister Mary been home earlier that afternoon, I know I would have screwed her instead. Had I found Mary in Marsha's room after Bill started to make it with Millie, I would have jumped her right then and there.
When I was screwing Millie I thought of Marsha, and it was that thought which gave me greater pleasure than actually screwing Millie. In fact, had I not had Marsha to think about, I probably could not have continued doing it with Millie.
But now the situation was almost the complete reverse. Millie's screams were what allowed me to continue fucking Marsha. Without Millie's anguish, I don't think I could have kept my erection once Marsha came to, and stopped resisting me.
In and out went my prick. I looked down to where it was going into Marsha, and could see it was still being lubricated by her blood, but even that wasn't enough for me any more. I had to have Millie's screams if I was to get an orgasm now.
I turned to Millie and Bill, and saw them coming together. They had really done it and for the first time too. Bill had stopped doing his mechanical ins and outs, but instead was jerking first forward and then backward.
Millie had stopped screaming at me, and was now groaning for herself. Gradually, Bill fell forward onto Millie's chest and head. Then he toppled over onto his side. Millie simply rolled out from under Bill and onto her stomach. She doubled up as if in pain, but I knew it was from extreme pleasure.
Then suddenly, and without warning. Millie sprang from her bed and jumped at me. tearing my hair and punching me in the face and shoulders. She was desperately trying to get me out of, and off her daughter.
Millie was doing exactly what I wanted her to do, to me, all along. She was beating me up, but she was also giving me more intense pleasure. The more Millie hit me, the faster and deeper I fucked Marsha. I closed my eyes and rocked in and out of Marsha as if Millie wasn't even there. But Millie was indeed there, and I very much had to have her there to see what I was doing to her daughter.
I concentrated now on trying to get as deeply inside Marsha as I could. I would pull out almost to the very tip of my cock, and then ram it in again as fast as I could. Each time I pulled my cock out a few drops of blood fell from my cock on the carpet below Marsha's crotch. I savored that sight each time I opened my eyes to watch it.
Every once in awhile, instead of coming in straight into Marsha's cunt, I would both pull it out and then push it in at an angle. Sometimes I was to the right of her cunt, and high, and then again, I was to the left and low. In this way, I got Marsha's blood all over her stomach and her hips and her thighs, as well as on the carpet.
Millie despaired of ever knocking me off of Marsha, with her weak punches, and her ineffective kicks and scratches. So she reached between Marsha and me and tried to pull out my cock from Marsha's cunt.
At one point she grabbed it in the middle, just as it was all out except for the tip. And she just managed to do it.
Millie yanked my cock out of her daughter's cunt. For a moment she held it in her hand. It was all covered with blood and sweat.
I let her hold my cock for a few seconds. Marsha's blood covered both of Millie's hands.
"Bob, you are an animal! How could you behave like this with your own niece?"
My answer to her was to jerk my penis out of her hands, and then to shove it right back into Marsha who had remained motionless on the floor. From there. I continued where I had left off. I rocked in and out of Marsha. Each time I tried to get deeper and deeper into her cunt. She was now being pushed across the carpet with each blow of my cock.
Marsha was now not only conscious, but she tried to react. She tried to get away from me, as before. It was exactly what I wanted. She was struggling against me.
This excited me as it had when I first started to fuck her. My cock was harder than it had been for the last couple of hours.
I knew I would come soon. Not yet, but soon. The more Marsha struggled, the sooner it would be. I tried to keep up the rhythm I had started into before, but I just couldn't hold it. I was that excited.
I started to jerk in and jerk out very irregularly. Once or twice, I was bout to come, but stopped myself, because I wanted to make this last a bit longer. It was that good. I really didn't need Millie to yell and scream at me any more.
All I needed was to have Marsha resist me. The more violently she resisted me, the better I liked it. And Marsha was becoming hysterical.
She was thrashing about like a fish on a hook. She couldn't have been more desperate and I couldn't have enjoyed it more.
I miscalculated my movements once, just once, and between her struggles and my jerking penetrations, my cock slipped out for a second. In no time at all, I had it back in her cunt. I rammed it in this time, with k special kind of happy violence. She gasped, and I grimaced with satisfaction.
Apparently, this was too much for Millie to bear. Marsha's struggles and my pleasure forced Millie to recover from the stupor she had entered when I jerked my bloody cock from her hands.
She jumped on my back now, as if she were riding a wild horse. Her fingernails cut across my face. My head was smeared with a mixture of blood from Marsha's cunt and blood from my face.
I loved it!
"More, Millie, more! Give me more of that!"
"You are insane, Bob, absolutely insane. You are completely crazy. They will lock you up, now. They really will!"
"More, Millie, more!"
She grabbed me by the throat, and tried in vain to strangle me. She was too weak. And the blood on her hands made them slip.
Nevertheless, she continued to try and choke me. That sensation was becoming more and more pleasant for me. Marsha's cunt was clapped tightly around my cock, while Millie's hands were tightly wrapped around my neck.
I had never felt such an interesting pleasure before. It was the most intense pleasure that I had ever experienced in my life.
I knew I had to come very soon, but I also knew I had to prolong the experience as much as possible. I decided to push my cock into Marsha's cunt as deeply as possible, and then hold it there, because if I had to pull it out once more I knew I was going to explode.
So I shoved my prick into her tightening cunt until my balls slammed against Marsha's thighs, and tried not to move a muscle.
Millie was still on my back, shoulders, and neck. She too became quiet. Perhaps she thought that she had managed to choke me or something.
I thought that it would be nice to get Marsha pregnant. Because she had been a virgin this afternoon, I knew that she had no protection or anything. If only she were ready to get knocked up. If only I could do it to her now.
I looked down at her face as I began to start to come. She was absolutely terror-stricken. That is how I wanted her. Marsha terror-stricken beneath me, and her mom dumbfounded behind me. This was really going to be it.
As my come began to ooze in spurts into her cunt, I closed my eyes. At this same moment, I felt Marsha yank herself free from where I had her pinned on the floor. I couldn't believe it! Big Black Bill had . finally come around and had decided to fuck up the best climax of my life by pulling out from under me the cunt into which I was already coming.
Bill was strong enough, and angry enough to do exactly that. By the time I realized what was happening, he had already pulled Marsha free from my cock. For a split second I continued to spew semen against Marsha's cunt, thighs, and stomach, as Bill pulled her out and away from me. My milky stream continued to spurt down her leg, and finally onto the bloody carpet.
I was so shaken by all this that I stopped coming near the middle of where I would have stopped otherwise. Just as well, because it was not going to end like this. I was going to finish coming inside of Marsha if I had to kill her and Millie and Bill to do it.
At the thought of having to kill all these people if I had to, I began to look down for that .38 police special which Marsha had dropped near the bed after taking that pot shot at me earlier this evening.
And it was right there, right by my elbow. I picked it up, cocked the hammer, and pointed it at Bill who was now gaping down at me. For a split second it looked as if he would throw Marsha at me to keep me from shooting him, but then he thought better of it, and simply let her slide down his leg.
"You black son of a bitch! What the fuck did you think you were doing? I can blow off your head right now. I can tell the cops that I caught you raping my sister and her daughter. Everyone would believe it!
Bill said nothing, and didn't move. Millie was still on my back, and from there pleaded, "Don't do it, Bob. Please don't do it. You won't get away with it. Marsha and I ... we will tell the truth. Even with Bill dead you will still have us as witnesses against you. Listen, don't do it.
"If you don't kill Bill, then you won't have to worry about either Marsha or me telling anyone about what you did to her, about what you did to poor Marsha right here in this room."
Millie's reasoning stopped me in my tracks. Perhaps I could get more out of this situation if I didn't kill Bill.
But I still wasn't convinced.
"Bill, get into that closet. I have to think about this for a minute or two. Millie, you lock the closet behind Bill. Remember, Bill, if you try to break out before I've been able to decide what to do about you, I'll shoot you right through the door."
Bill backed off slowly, and moved toward the closet. Millie got off my back and followed him there.
Bill opened the door and stepped inside against John's suits and shirts. Millie shut the closet door, and locked it. She took the key out and threw it to me.
She was smiling!
"Thanks, Bob. You did the right thing. And besides, you now can have both Marsha and me at your mercy. You can do whatever you want with us without worrying about the consequences."
"Well, I hope so, Millie. But this time don't do anything stupid, because I'll shoot your damn Bill if you do. I'll kill him and I don't know who else besides. Do you understand that?"
"Completely. I understand you completely."
"Good. Let's try a couple of things that the three of us can do. You, Marsha, and me."
I put the gun under the bed where I could reach it quickly enough, should either Bill try to break out of the closet, or Millie try anything cute. She was my sister, but this afternoon, she hadn't exactly behaved like one.
Millie went over to Marsha and led her to the bed where only some ten minutes ago, Bill and she had been fucking furiously. The bedspread was still shimmering with semen and wet and sweat.
Marsha lay face up in the middle of the bed, right on the semen and sweat, but she didn't seem to care about anything any more. I also got on top of the bed, and positioned myself on all fours above Marsha.
"Okay, Millie. I'm going to fuck Marsha while you do my asshole with your tongue. But first get me another bottle of scotch or rum, or whatever. Do it quick!"
While Millie went out to get the liquor, I went into Marsha. She didn't resist. My cock was a bit soft to start with, but Marsha's cunt was wet enough from her blood and my come to be able to take it all in, all the way to the base.
I bent my head toward hers, and tried to kiss her but she turned her head away from me.
"Listen to me, Marsha. I don't have to take this from you any more. If you and your mom keep playing with me like you did before, then I know you'll tell everything that happened here today.
"If I killed all three of you, I wouldn't have that much more to lose than I would if you talked. I'm very serious. Do you understand?"
Marsha didn't answer me directly, but instead let me kiss her on the mouth. She even opened her lips and pushed her tongue against my own lips. So far so good, but I had done all this before. I wanted something more, something different.
At this moment, Millie came in with a full bottle of rum. She put it down next to me and joined Marsha and me on the bed. She didn't know what to do next, so I told her.
"Do it to me in the asshole. You know, like, you did it before with your tongue. But this time, do it better and try something different."
She started on me directly with her tongue. We had no time for touching or for finger exercises. Her rapid and forceful tongue movements began to excite me. She alternated between a fast up and down, and a slow circular movement, and that is how I wanted it, at least for now.
Marsha became somewhat embarrassed when her mother started to work on me from behind, but soon she regained enough of her composure to begin to wiggle a bit.
She was obviously inexperienced, but she was certainly trying. In fact, her awkward movements even turned me on a bit. They were so bad that I liked them.
I didn't know why she was so nice to me now. Was she really afraid of what I might do to her and Millie, or did she finally really like it?
I suddenly realized that this wasn't working out for me, not at all. I had to think of something else. I reached for the rum, and took another drink. Liquor always helped me to get ideas. I needed a good idea now. And I had it.
I pulled out my cock, now caked with drying blood, and come, and told Marsha to flip over on her face and then get up on all fours.
I then began to play with her asshole. It was absolutely the smallest one I had ever seen.
I was really going to have fun trying to get inside. And if I didn't make it then the effort would be reward enough.
But that wasn't where I wanted to start, at least not yet.
"Millie, get your tongue out of my ass and move up in front of Marsha and me."
She did as I told her but became confused about what I wanted her to do next.
"Millie, I want you to lie on your back and put your head where my cock is. Put your cunt where Marsha's face is. Yes, just like that.
"I can now put my cock into your mouth or into Marsha's ass. You can suck either my prick or your daughter's cunt. What will it be?"
"Bob, I'll do anything you want me to do for you, but leave my Marsha out of anything you have planned for me, please!"
It was exactly what I wanted to hear. I knew I couldn't be sure that Millie wouldn't turn me into the police for what I did to her precious Marsha, unless she also got involved in doing things to Marsha, too.
Besides, it would be a lot more fun that way. I took another swig of that rum.
CHAPTER FIVE
Millie and Marsha were in the sixty-nine position, with Millie on the bottom, and her daughter on the top. But they weren't doing anything, not even touching, at least, not yet.
It was up to me to start the party going and I was almost ready to do it. But first I took yet another slug of rum. I was now a bit drunk, and ready to do almost anything.
"Okay, Millie, I want you to suck on Marsha's cunt. Do it or I'll stick my prick up her tiny asshole."
"Bob, you must be kidding. I can't do this. Not to my own baby daughter!"
"Do what I told you, or I'll do what I said I'd do to her."
Millie was panic-stricken. She knew I'd try to put my cock into Marsha's asshole. She also knew I'd be plenty rough about it.
She now knew that I liked rough stuff. It would be no picnic for her daughter.
So Millie lifted her head toward Marsha's cunt. She stuck out her tongue. Her tongue trembled. It trembled not from pleasure, but from pain. As Millie was about to touch Marsha's slit, Marsha stiffened and moved away even though I was holding her tightly around the stomach.
"Oh, Mom, don't do it! I couldn't stand it, not from you! Please! Please don't do it!"
This stopped Millie dead in her tracks. She dropped her head to the bed and begged me "For God's sake, Bob, don't make me do this. I can't go through with it."
"Sure you can, you bitch. I'll even help you do it," I said.
I grabbed Millie's head with my free hand, and forced it against Marsha's crotch. Millie closed her eyes and mouth very tightly as if she were about to jump into a freezing lake or something. She wasn't going to be very cooperative, I could see that right away.
Marsha was struggling, too. Even though I had her firmly around the waist, she managed to wiggle her crotch away from her mother's face. I pushed Millie's head up hard against Marsha, who became more and more desperate to get away.
"Stop playing games, you two stupid cunts. Do what I tell you and all three of us will have some fun. Otherwise, someone might just get hurt. And let me tell you, the first one to suffer will be precious little Marsha. Do it, or else! This is your last chance."
Both mother and daughter continued to struggle, however. I kept pushing them together in spite of their resistance, Millie's face into Marsha's cunt, but they always managed to push apart. I had a terrible time with the two of them. Both my hands were literally completely occupied.
But I liked this fight more than they could realize. The more they struggled, the more excited I became. In fact, my cock had begun to stiffen. It was getting harder by the second.
Now and then it would touch Millie's face, and then again be pushed against Marsha's ass.
Once or twice it got caught between Millie's face and Marsha's ever more slippery cunt. I really loved it then, my cock touching both my sister and niece at the same time!
"Stop playing around you two. I've warned you enough. This is it. Millie, you are either going to put your tongue into Marsha's cunt, or else I'm going to ram my prick into her ass."
Millie kept struggling as if I hadn't said anything. So did Marsha.
I let Millie's head drop to the bed, and now grabbed Marsha, with both my arms locked around her waist. My prick was right against her hole.
I pushed in as hard as I could. Marsha screamed.
My prick got even harder when I heard her yell. Again I tried to push in. I got off my knees in order to get more leverage. Only my toes were still on the bed. I pushed for all that I was worth. I could feel my cock beginning to move just a little bit.
Marsha was absolutely desperate. She flailed her arms. She moved her ass from one side to the other.
She screamed and pleaded. It was all completely useless. The more she carried on, the better I liked it.
And the better I liked it, the more hard my prick became. Thus, the more she struggled the easier it was becoming for me to penetrate her.
In fact, her struggles and sweating helped me get my prick even deeper into her. Had she kept absolutely quiet, I wouldn't have been able to rock my prick into her hole. In fact, had she not struggled at all, I would probably not have gotten an erection.
Still, even with all this help, I hadn't penetrated little Marsha's tiny bumhole more than an inch or so. It was simply too small for my prick.
But that didn't mean I wasn't going to keep trying, because the more I had to push, the more I wanted to get deeper and the more I had to get in all the way.
Millie, meanwhile, just lay there on her back as if she had been knocked down. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and her arms and hands trembled. But she did not attempt to stop me, at least not yet.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation around the tip of my prick. It was as if some liquid had somehow gotten in between my cock and Marsha's asshole.
I quickly looked down to the business end of my prick, and found that I had ripped open Marsha's tight asshole. My prick and part of her ass were becoming ever more red from the blood pushing out from where I had torn her open.
It was not very serious, I could see that. It was nothing that would make me stop.
In fact, the sight of blood once again, Marsha's young blood, excited me even further. The blood would also provide better lubrication for my cock to enter her asshole. Now I was certain I would get inside her.
The tear inside Marsha's asshole also allowed me to push my cock in a bit deeper. It was now two inches inside of her. The pressure was terrific, but so was the pleasure. Marsha continued to struggle and wave her arms, but not any more than she had before.
In fact, she even stopped yelling and screaming. Instead, she started to moan. The moaning came from deep down in her throat, almost as if it was caused directly by my cock pushing into her from behind.
Again, I looked down to my prick in Marsha's ass. I saw that the blood was beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs. Suddenly, a few drops formed at the very edge of Marsha's cunt, and then fell onto her mother's face. One drop, the first one, hit Millie squarely between the eyes. The second glanced off her nose, and onto her cheek.
And the third yes the third-it dropped right into Millie's throat, right square into the middle of her fearfully distorted mouth.
Marsha's blood was dripping onto Millie's face excited me still further. I had never seen this, nor had I felt this kind of deep satisfaction. I knew I would have to have sex like this again and again. I would leave missionary position fucking for missionaries. I wanted the real thing, and this was it!
The blood on her face forced Millie to begin to react. Her arms and hands stopped trembling. She reached up to where I was humping Marsha, and tried desperately to push her away from my prick. But that was impossible, because whichever way Millie pushed Marsha's cunt, my prick, now ever more deeply inside Marsha's asshole, would be pulled along.
Millie began to scream. "Stop, Bob. Marsha's bleeding. Stop! You're killing her! Don't kill her!"
"It's only a bit of blood. Only a few drops. Very normal. Especially the first time. Just like a cherry. Someone has to break it open the first time."
"Bob, you are absolutely nuts. This is not normal. Marsha is only a child. She isn't ready for this. She can't possibly be ready. Stop. I beg you to stop!"
"Lick her slit. Lick her clit! Millie, lick Marsha, and I'll stop. Do it!"
"God, Bob, please don't ask me to do it, not now, not with all that blood."
"Do as I say or I'll have to keep going like this for the next hour. Who knows how much blood Marsha may lose? Nothing serious, now, but who knows what can happen if I keep it up. Do as I say!"
Millie closed her eyes and lifted her head. She stuck out her tongue, in front of her face, as if it were a blind man's white cane.
Millie couldn't bear to watch what she was about to do. She knew that she had to suck her daughter, blood and all, if I were ever to take my prick out of Marsha's asshole.
Marsha continued to moan as before, but suddenly stopped squirming and moving from side to side, when her mother's tongue first touched her cunt. Marsha stiffened as if she had been stabbed right there in the middle of her cunt.
Her moaning now became a deep, shrill whine. I had no idea of what that sound could mean.
Millie's eyes were still tightly closed, although tears were streaming out from under her eyelids. Her tongue, now completely crimson with blood, was mechanically moving up and down Marsha's vaginal slit.
Obviously, Millie didn't want to do this, but had to. She had also no intention of trying to stimulate her daughter. Millie was simply obeying my orders in order to get me to take my cock out of her daughter's asshole. For now, that was enough for me.
The thought of Millie's tongue inside Marsha's cunt continued to excite me, so I continued to push my prick into Marsha's asshole. The blood had almost stopped, but there was still enough of it to continue lubricating my throbbing drill.
"Millie, I want you to do Marsha's clit with your tongue. Find her clit and start massaging it. Do it now."
Again, Millie was slow to react, but she had learned enough this afternoon, that it was always best to follow my orders, so she slowly readjusted her head under Marsha's clit.
I knew Millie was on target, because Marsha Finally reacted with words instead of with sounds.
"Oh, Mother, don't touch me there. Don't touch me like this. Please, not you!"
Millie pulled her tongue back for a second and pleaded, "Darling, oh my poor darling ... I have to do this. I have to do this to save you. If I don't, you'll bleed to death."
"Stop complaining, you two. Millie, get back to work on that clit. I'm going to keep my cock in Marsha's ass until she comes because of what you do with her clit. I want her to come before I let her go."
Millie hesitated for a moment, but then plunged her tongue back against Marsha's cunt.
Millie's eyes were open now, but they were staring straight ahead, as if she were sleepwalking.
Her tongue pushed up and around Marsha's clit. Millie was slobbering. Spit and blood were foaming out of her mouth, and dribbling down her chin.
Marsha became quiet. She couldn't do anything now. Perhaps she realized that her loud moans and wild movements were only exciting me, driving me on and on.
Or perhaps she was too exhausted to do anything more. And then again, perhaps she was beginning to enjoy all this. I myself didn't know how to react to Marsha's strange silence.
I continued to press my prick ever more deeply into Marsha's bumhole, but it wasn't quite as exciting as before. Only the thought of Millie's tongue caressing her daughter's bloody clit kept my cock hard enough to stand the pressure against which I was pushing with all my strength.
I unwrapped my arms from around Marsha's waist, and grabbed her by the shoulders in order to get even more leverage. My prick was about to burst both from the pressure inside Marsha's bumhole, and the exquisite pleasure I felt from the tip of my prick, all the way into my lower stomach.
This was terrific, but I began to realize that I had to have something more going on, if I were ever able to come the third time this afternoon.
"Millie, keep sucking Marsha's clit. Keep doing that. But I also want you to grab my balls. I want you to grab my balls with both your hands and try to pull my cock out of Marsha's ass. Do it!"
This time, Millie reacted quickly enough. She grabbed both balls, one with each had. and pulled down for all she was worth.
Perhaps she really thought that she could pull my cock out of her little Marsha's asshole. Millie wasn't strong enough for that, but she was strong enough to hurt me in the balls by squeezing and pulling them. For a moment of two, I felt a sharp pain down there, but soon that pain turned into pleasure.
And the pleasure of the pressure on my balls made my cock even stiffer. I was in at least Five inches now. It wasn't going to be long before the thing was inside Marsha all the way to the hilt.
I kept pushing and could feel my prick going in ever deeper. Marsha's bleeding had stopped completely, to I knew there was no danger of her bleeding to death no matter what I did nor how long I took to finish with her.
There was something else I still wanted; however, before I would even begin to be finished with Marsha and Millie. I wanted Marsha to eat her mother.
I wanted Marsha to also become directly involved in what Millie and I were already doing. Only then could I be sure that Marsha would not blurt out what had happened here this afternoon. Marsha also had to do something which she would not want anyone to know about.
"Okay, Marsha, it's your turn now. I want you to bend over and start sucking your mother's cunt. I want you to give her an orgasm, too.
"If she is working so hard to make you come, then you'll have to do something for her as well. Do what I tell you. Do it now!"
I had to maneuver Marsha's head into Millie's cunt. But it wasn't as difficult as I had thought it might be.
All three of us repositioned ourselves so that now I was fucking Marsha in the ass, Marsha was eating out Millie, and Millie was eating out Marsha.
This indeed was enough to excite me to the point that I knew I was going to come inside of Marsha's asshole. The only question was, when would it happen?
With this thought, I realized I had finally pushed my prick as deeply into Marsha as it was going to go. I heard Marsha groan slightly, although she kept her mouth working on her mother's cunt. Millie herself couldn't hold onto my balls anymore, and let them slip out of her hands.
She was concentrating her attentions completely on Marsha.
The pleasure from inside my cock and all the way up to my chest was searing. I pulled my cock out halfway and rammed it in again. And then again I pulled it out and pushed it in.
The juices inside my cock began to bubble. I was about to explode. It was only a matter of moments, now.
Somehow, I noticed that Millie was now sucking Marsha's clit as if she really enjoyed it. And Marsha had her face buried in her mother's cunt with about the same relish. I couldn't believe it!
I had forced the mother and daughter into having sex together, and now they were into it so much that it was conceivable that they, too, were in the process of coming. This was absolutely crazy. Was it possible for all three of us to come together? Could I keep from coming until then?
My sexual pleasure was now more intense than it had ever been in my whole life. I began to shudder at my shoulders and knees.
I wasn't pushing my cock in nor pulling it out anymore, but rather it was jerking my entire body first forward and then shoving it back again.
My balls hurt me as if someone had put them into a vise yet I could feel them dangling free against Marsha's ass. My cock began to throb with pain, but this pain was sheer pleasure.
Below my prick jerking in and out of Marsha's asshole, I could feel Millie sucking her daughter's clit. Millie was now slapping her palms against Marsha's slippery thighs.
Millie was completely out of control, just like me. She was pushing her face up against Marsha's cunt, while I was forcing my prick down into Marsha's asshole. For a moment, Marsha was like a seesaw on which Millie and I were riding.
I pushed Marsha down with my prick sticking in her ass. Millie pushed Marsha back up again with her tongue sticking in her clit.
Up and down went Marsha's backside. Up and down. In and out jerked my prick.
I couldn't hold onto Marsha's shoulders. I had to let her go. I was no longer in control. It was as if I were on a wild stallion bucking furiously. I had lost the reins. My arms were flailing the air. Only my jerking and throbbing prick in Marsha's asshole was touching her.
Millie began to moan now that there was only a touch of pressure down on her face. Millie was coming.
She was coming, just as I was. My liquid was spurting into Marsha's asshole. I screamed and began to fall backward off the bed. Only the very tip of my prick was in Marsha's ass now.
Simultaneously, Millie dropped her head away from between Marsha's thighs. Millie was screaming, too, just like me. Marsha had made her come, too. In desperation, Millie grabbed the back of my knees, and this kept me from slipping out of Marsha. Millie pulled at me so hard that she managed to push part of my prick back into her daughter's ass. My prick was being slammed into Marsha's asshole, just as it was about to come out.
All of this was too much for Marsha. Incredibly enough, Marsha rumbled into orgasm too. I don't know if it was because Millie and I were coming together around her, or because of the release of pressure on her clit and into her asshole.
It didn't matter why, Marsha was coming, and there was nothing she or anyone could do about it.
Marsha jerked her head up. She pulled her mouth out of her mother's muff.
Marsha tilted backward, shuddered and groaned. Since my prick was halfway inside her ass, and I was completely off balance while convulsed by my own orgasm, she forced me to continue to fall backward, even though Millie was still holding onto me at the back of my knees.
Again I was falling backward off the bed, and not even the tip of my prick was still sticking into Marsha's ass. Millie's loosening grip on my knees was not going to save me from this tumble!
As I threw my arms up over my head, my throbbing and jerking prick finally pulled out of Marsha, while continuing to spurt a thin stream of come onto Marsha's ass and back. Finally, it hit Millie's face, from there proceeding in an arc against my own chest.
I hit the floor backwards, with my head, shoulders and hands at the same time. Had it not been for this three-point landing as well as my having come for as long and as intensely as I did, I could have been badly hurt.
As it was, however, nothing was broken and I simply lay there with my head and shoulders on the floor, and my feet and ankles still on the bed. My prick was completely covered with blood, come and what was probably some of Marsha's shit.
Slowly my prick stopped throbbing and rested limp across my gut its business end pointing at my face. I had been screaming with pleasure when my orgasm started.
Now I could only grunt satisfaction at having been able to have come this well.
On the bed, Marsha and Millie were still thrashing about.
Off and on, they gasped and groaned. They threw themselves first to one side, and then to the other.
They doubled up and then intertwined.
They held onto each other, and then they pushed each other away.
Both women had done something to themselves that they should not have done, especially since they were mother and daughter. Yet, heir mutual pleasure was so great, that they didn't know how to react to what they first had been forced to do, and then had become trapped into finishing.
We lay there, all around the bed, me halfway on the floor, and halfway on the bed. None of us could look at each other. We had gotten simply too much pleasure from each other, but this pleasure was completely illicit.
We would, all three of us, be punished for what we had done. If nobody else would do it, perhaps because no one else were ever to find out about it, we would then have to punish ourselves for what we had done.
We had to make ourselves pay for what we had done. Only now did I realize that it had to be this way.
Big Black Bill was still locked in the bedroom closet. When he heard me fall off the bed, he began to pound on the heavy oak door, and demand to be released.
"Hey, man, let me out. I've had it in here. Let me out. I'll do what you want, but get me out of here. I'm getting a bad case of claustrophobia."
I knew that Bill would have to be God's instrument in punishing me and Millie aid Marsha for what we had just done to each other.
It was only fair and just that we three be punished. Furthermore, because Bill knew what we had done, it was only normal that he be the one to punish each of us in whatever way he chose.
I fumbled for the gun, hidden under the bed.
Who knows, Bill might try something when I let him out. I had to be prepared.
Besides, he might not want to punish the girls and me. He might simply try to get away.
I might have to force him to do his duty!
Bill had to do what had to be done, not only because it was necessary that justice be done, but also because he had to become involved in all of this.
If that happened, then he wouldn't be able to turn me into the police for anything, nor could he turn Millie in to her husband for fucking with me earlier this afternoon.
"Okay, Bill, I'll let you out now, but don't try anything cute. Remember, I still have the .38."
"Sure enough, man. No problem with me. All I want to do is get out of here. You can do whatever you want with your in-laws. Me, well you can count me out from now on."
I unlocked the closet while pointing my gun, first at the door, and then at Bill.
"No hard feelings from you, Bill. You do understand why I had to lock you up?"
"Sure enough, boss. Glad to be out. Let me pick up my clothes and be on my way."
"Not so fast, Bill. You can't leave yet. You still have to do something."
"Oh, yeah? What do I have to do?"
"Well, as starters, you have to punish Marsha and Millie because they made it together. Yes, indeed, they did a sixty-nine all the way to orgasm."
"Huh? I have to do what?"
"You have to punish them because they did something wrong.
"I don't understand."
"They broke God's law; they broke nature's law; and they broke the law of the State of Ohio. Don't you understand."
"No!"
"Well, you better do your duty!"
"Are you kidding, mister?"
"No, I'm not kidding."
"Shit, Millie is right. You're sick."
"Bill, I am not kidding at all. I am very serious. This gun I'm pointing at your naked stomach shows exactly how serious I am. I never kid around."
"Wait a minute. Don't get excited. I'll do whatever you want."
"Now you're beginning to understand me. That's the way you have to be. You have to cooperate. You have to do what's right."
"Sure enough, man. Anything you say. But what the hell is it you want me to do?"
"I really don't know yet, Bill. I haven't thought it all out yet.
"For starters, however, we have to punish Marsha. She let me fuck her in the ass."
"Oh, man, come on ... "
"Even worse, she did a muff dive into her mother. She made her mother come. She has to pay for all of that."
"Man, you aren't kidding me, are you?"
"No, Bill, I'm not kidding."
"What shall we do, Boss? Should we spank her or something like that?"
"Don't be funny, Bill. We have to really punish her."
"Punish her?"
"You have to be the instrument to punish her."
"Sure enough, but how? How am I supposed to punish that kid?"
"Well, uh ... I think you'll have to punish her sexually some way. She committed sexual sins, and now we must take an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth."
"Man, I'm getting to like this less, the more I hear about it. Spit it out. What do you want me to do to that kid."
"I want you to fuck her. That, and maybe more. But start by fucking her."
"Oh, come on, man, this is kinky."
"Are you going to do what I say, Bill?"
"Listen, man, that kid's under age, way under age! I know what a charge of rape can mount up to in years in the can. And especially for a black stud like me. No thanks!"
"Bill, I'm not kidding ... "
"Holy shit, man, I wish you were, but listen ... "
"If you don't start on her right now, I'll let you have it in the stomach. I'll tell the cops I caught you like this. I'll tell them you raped my sister and my niece."
"Shit, man, what about you!"
"People have seen you following my sister around. They'll believe you raped them, you know they will. Now do it!"
Bill knew he had to do whatever I told him to do. I had a gun, and I was obviously serious.
He knew I was capable of anything including killing him, and God knows how many more. So Bill went over to the bed, and turned Marsha over on her back. Marsha had heard part of our conversation and was sobbing.
She had her legs drawn up, covering her crotch.
Bill pushed them straight out with one hand. He then stretched out his big naked body over her small frame. She was engulfed by him completely.
"Bill, I'm not kidding. I want you to fuck her. I just don't want you to stretch yourself out on her and then take a nap. I want you to fuck her. And I want you to do it now."
"Man, just a second. I don't even have an erection. I can't let her have it with what I don't yet have up.
"Give me a few minutes. Besides, that canon you have on me makes me nervous. I can't concentrate when I see you standing over me like that. Can you dig what I'm saying?"
I thought about that one for a moment. After all, I know what my capabilities are, and I know my limitations, so I decided to let him have his way in this respect.
"Sure Bill, sure I can. I'll put this gun away after you start on this here little job I've assigned to you. Do you understand me?"
"Man, I'm afraid I do."
Bill pressed his body down on Marsha's. He positioned his crotch over her thighs and stomach.
Bill started to rock up and down over Marsha. He did this for two, four, ten times, but still seemed limp in the prick In desperation, he turned on his side, and started masturbating himself with one hand, while holding Marsha down with the other.
It was then that Millie finally reacted.
She jumped across the bed, to where Bill and Marsha were lying. Millie tried to push Bill off of Marsha, and onto the floor, but just as with me, she didn't have even half the strength to do it.
Bill stopped masturbating for a minute, and shoved her back to the other side of the bed with one push.
Millie recovered, and jumped on Bill again. She grabbed him by the arm, and simply held on for dear life, while he tried to shake her loose.
Millie then tried to bite Bill on the shoulder and back. She was like a mountain lioness trying to defend one of her cubs.
"Oh, man, this just isn't going to work out.
Get this broad off my back.
"With her like this, I'll never get it up much less into the kid. I can't fight the mother with one hand, while trying to fuck with her kid with the other."
Again, Bill was right. Millie had to be restrained, at least for now.
I thought of putting her into the closet where I had put Bill before, but I decided against it, because, as punishment, I wanted to force her to watch Bill fucking her precious Marsha.
I also knew that I couldn't threaten her as I had Bill because she was now acting irrationally and couldn't be threatened. "No, I had to do something else.
I noticed that both Bill and I had belts in our pants. While holding the .38 in my right had, I pulled out both these belts with my left hand.
I then pulled Millie off of Bill and over to the other side of the bed. I put the gun on the floor within easy reach, should Bill try anything. Then I tied Millie's hands with my belt, and her feet with Bill's belt.
The more she struggled to get free of the constraints, the more the leather bit into her wrists and ankles. After about a minute or so, she stopped struggling and just lay there, looking at Bill and Marsha on the other side of her bed.
Bill had not managed to get much of an erection, obviously enough. There was just too much going on around him, what with me holding a gun on him, Millie trying to grab him, and Marsha trying to get away.
I knew that Bill needed some help if he were to get it up enough to be able to get inside Marsha.
I grabbed Millie by the back of the neck, and pulled her across the bed toward Bill. I pushed her head near Bill's crotch. Her eyeballs were only inches away from Bill's black, big but limp dick.
"Suck on that, dear sister, suck on Bill's dick. Make it hard so he can fuck Marsha."
She didn't say anything, so Bill put his prick against her face. She opened her mouth very deliberately. Bill held out his prick for her to suck on.
I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed Millie by the neck again. At just that moment, Millie snapped her teeth shut. If I hadn't jerked her head back while simultaneously, if Bill hadn't reacted even more by pulling back his prick, half of it would have ended up between Millie's teeth.
"Man, I really appreciate that. Your sister almost got a part of the best part of me.
"Do me a favor, and keep her away from me. I think I can do this by myself. Just back off and stop pointing that cannon at me. I'll get it up in a minute if I can just relax, okay?"
"You're right, Bill. Almost got you torn up with this last trick of mine."
I pulled Millie over to the other side of the bed. She would still see everything from there, but with her hands and feet tied tight, she could do nothing except bounce herself up and down on the bed.
I myself backed off, and away from the bed. I decided to go into the liquor closet in the living room for something else to drink. I still kept my eye on the bedroom door, just in case Bill tried to make a break for it.
Within half a minute, I was back with yet another bottle of booze. This time, it was a half bottle of gin. Everyone was still where I had left them.
The main change was that Bill was now kneeling over Marsha. He was still masturbating himself, but I could see that his prick was already very hard. A bit more of this hand massage and he would be ready.
"Are you sure you really want me to do this to the kid? Do I really have to fuck her like this?"
My answer to Bill's question was to point at him with the .38 I had lowered while going for the booze. I held the gun to Bill's head, and he understood immediately what I expected from him.
He put his cock to Marsha's cunt. She struggled to get her cunt out of the way, but it was useless.
Bill shoved his prick in all the way with but one thrust. He did it with such force that he knocked the wind out of her.
Marsha gasped for air as if she were suddenly drowning. By the time she had gotten back her wind, Bill had rocked his prick in and out of her a dozen times.
He was obviously using a machine-gun style of fucking with Marsha. Bill was going to come inside of her as quickly as possible. I noticed, however, that he was enjoying this assignment only slightly more than Marsha.
Millie was now frantic. She had begun to struggle against the belts cutting into her arms and legs when she saw Bill's prick harden enough to be able to penetrate Marsha.
She rolled back and forth on the bed, but it didn't stop Bill in any way. For all practical purposes, as far as his fucking was concerned Millie wasn't even there. Bill was concentrating squarely on Marsha's cunt, that and only that.
Millie groaned and screamed. "Get away from her you black beast."
"Shut up," I growled, threatening her with the gun.
Once or twice, Millie managed to bang her naked body against Bill and Marsha. The only response she got from that futile exercise was that Bill finally looked at her.
"Let me finish the kid just like the man wants me to do. I'll save enough gism for you, so don't worry about your share. You'll have it soon enough."
Millie went back to her thrashing about. I don't know about women, sometimes. They're stupid cows!
Bill at this point had stepped up his pounding attack into Marsha's cunt. She was squirming and shouting all this time, but she could do absolutely nothing to break Bill's stride.
Although he was going in and out quickly enough at the very start, he now sped up his rhythm. Obviously he was about to come. I could smell the aura of sex in the room, deep and musky, from his excitement.
Meanwhile I was curious about Marsha's groaning and moaning. I really think at this point it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Stupid Millie! She would have to bring the kid up to be a puritan. And her twelve years old, at that! She should have lost her cherry at least two years ago. And here she was, squirming on the bed, and moaning and groaning like she was some kind of fucking virgin, after all the humping she had got this afternoon.
Bill moved his hands from Marsha's shoulders where he had Marsha clamped to the bed, to her chest. He put his hands where her tits would be when she grew up and became a woman. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he was moaning.
"Ummmmmmm...." The sound was sexy as hell. A change had come over Bill.
Where at the beginning I had forced him to put his prick into Marsha, now he was really enjoying it. There was no doubt about it.
He first smiled at Marsha, and then looked over to me with a grin, panting.
"Really fine meat. Might ... tight ... cunt." He was humping as vigorously as ever, but with a zest now that he didn't have before.
"This one's prime ass. Thanks for the opportunity...." I saw that he was closer than ever to coming. In fact, he was already coming.
"Arrgghghghhh! " He kept shoving his cock deeper and deeper into Marsha. Bill pushed against her with all his weight and muscle. The tip of his prick must really have been wedged tightly into Marsha's pussy.
"Ummphhh! Uggghhh!"
He really sounded as if he were having a ball. It looked as if this was really going to be a long come.
Bill had raced right into it, because I had forced him. Now he was going to do it for himself. He was really going to get his rocks off on Marsha.
Or at least that is what he wanted to do. It wasn't what I wanted him to do, however.
I put the barrel of the .38 against Bill's head when I saw that he was beginning to come. I also yelled into his ear.
"Okay, Bill, pull it out. Do it now, or I'll blow your brains out!"
Bill sort of half-turned toward me, and made as if he would try to say something but I stopped him by pushing the .38 harder against the side of his head.
He understood instinctively what was about to happen. Bill pulled out his prick while it was still only beginning to shoot out his semen.
He sprayed Marsha from cunt to head with a thick stream of come. Bill was still ejaculating when he turned away from me and the gun.
He dribbled semen across Millie's body, from her face to her cunt, just as he had done on Marsha.
I laughed, it was so funny.
"Join the club," I laughed. "You and I are even now. Thanks for the opportunity."
I spit it out, and growing intelligence glowed in his eyes, and his jaw set in anger and frustration. That man knew what it had been like when he had done it to me.
I laughed again. "Thanks for the opportunity ... You are now a member of our club. Later, you'll find what dues you have to pay in order to stay on as a member. Or should I have said, stay in with your member."
Bill, dumbfounded turned gray. He was gnashing his teeth, and clenching his fists, and I was getting a hard-on again. Such power I felt!
I had to pay Marsha in cash for that first fuck earlier this afternoon. Even though I hadn't even gotten to come inside of her, I still had to pay her those sixty bucks and that motor scooter.
Later Millie found out that she, too, had to pay, then it was me she had to pay for that fuck I gave her.
After that, Bill himself was paid by Millie for the pictures he had managed to take of Millie and me. My sister, therefore, had to pay twice for that screw I gave her.
She had to pay Bill with a fuck, and then she had to pay me by having to watch me screw her precious Marsha right there on the floor next to her bed, while Bill was banging his balls into her.
Bill would soon understand that you have to pay for what you get in life. Nothing is free.
And saying thanks isn't enough, either. By fucking Marsha, even though it started with a gun to his head, Bill became part of my club. All four of us--Bill, Marsha, Millie, and I--all of us were now in it together.
To a lesser or to a greater degree, we could go to jail for what we had done. At the very least, we would be disgraced.
And to think it had all started with that lousy bastard, John, who was at this moment probably fucking his secretary, who had denied, out of spite, nookie to his wife who needed it, well, sooner or later, he would have to pay, too!
We would probably all have to move out of town. Perhaps we would even have to change our names. If anyone found out about this afternoon, here with Marsha and Millie, we would all of us be fucked.
"I can put down this gun, now, Bill. You and I are equals. We either walk out of here together, or we don't walk out at all.
"Here, have a swig of gin. As you begin to understand it all, you'll find you need a lot more than just one drink.
"I forced you into Marsha's cunt when you didn't want to fuck her. I also forced you out of her cunt at precisely the moment you wanted to keep coming inside Marsha in the worst possible way.
"These are your initiation dues-into our club. You'll get more privileges later on, but of course, you'll have to pay more dues."
I put the gun on the table where none of the three could reach it before I did.
Marsha and Millie might still go for it, but not Bill. Not any more. I handed him the bottle, and he took a swig of gin. He swallowed it, and then shook his head.
"Oh, wow, man, are you fucked up. Or should I say, are we fucked up."
Marsha and Millie, covered with come, and blood, and sweat, were writhing on the bed in an obscene dance of pain and pleasure. As I watched them I could swear they were enjoying this whole scene. My hard-on got harder.
CHAPTER SIX
Marsha lay on the bed. She was completely quiet, as if she were unconscious. Perhaps she was thinking of her sins.
Millie lay next to her. She had stopped struggling against her bonds. She was not thinking of her sins. Her eyes blazed hate for both Bill and me.
Both women were covered with Bill's semen. It glistened in the light.
It was now getting late, perhaps eight or eight-thirty in the evening. I was wondering what I should do now.
I was completely exhausted, both physically and psychologically. But I also was drunk. I wanted to do more. Or at least, I wanted to watch more, whatever that more might be.
Bill was still drinking the gin I had given him. He had finished up that bottle, almost all by himself--straight gin. Soon he would be as drunk as I was. But he could still do things.
Given that I couldn't do as much myself, it was up to Bill to do it for the two of us.
"Listen, Bill, we aren't finished yet. We still have to punish me.
"I've behaved very badly all day today, and although I had to give Marsha a little something, I still haven't been punished for what I did. And I know I have to be punished somehow."
Bill looked at me with disbelief. "Man, are you crazy?"
"No, it's only fair. I'm serious."
"Am I hearing right? What is all this talk about being punished?"
"Bill, I said, I'm serious. There is nothing free in life."
"You're full of shit!"
"I repeat, there is nothing free in life. Nor can we do anything we want to do without having to take the consequences."
"You sound like some kind of fucking-assed preacher!"
"That is my life philosophy, Bill, and I intend to continue living by it."
"Well, leave me out of it."
"You will help me do it."
"Wait a minute, man. What can I do now?"
"I don't know...." I was pondering. That was an interesting question.
"Do you want me to punish you by fueling your sister next? Is that your idea of punishment. What kind of game are you playing?"
"No, that is definitely not my idea of punishment, at least not for me. And don't you dare call it a game, either. I'm serious ... "
"Hold on, now, don't get upset ... "
"I said, I'm serious! How many times do I have to say it? I'm serious!"
"Okay, okay. Don't get upset. Forget that I called this a game."
"As I said, I'm serious. There must be a way to punish me."
"Yeah, man, sure. Why don't you force me to rape your wife, or something like that. Too bad she ain't here."
My head reeled at the logic of Bill's mind. After all, he was only a stud. I was the one with the mind and, therefore the ethics. But it all made sense!
"What did you say?" I asked him.
"Rape your wife, man. Your wife. You know, bang the little woman."
"Well, I really hadn't thought about doing it like that."
"Well, it makes sense, considering how you've sinned with your in-laws."
"Well, now that you mention it ... "
"Sure, let me bang her, right here, right in front of you, man."
"Uh ... Well, I could call her. I could ask her to come here, right?"
"Yeah, man. Exactly."
I stood in the middle of the room, my hard-on getting harder, and toyed with the idea. I was interrupted by Bill.
"Here, man, use this telephone."
Again, Bill was right. It was amazing how right he was.
Something like that would make me pay for what I had done this afternoon. If he were to be able to rape Evelyn, then the slate would be wiped clean on what had happened so far.
Evelyn wasn't responsible for what I had done, but that was precisely it! We needed an innocent victim, much as Marsha had been.
What made Evelyn's rape even better was that, other than me, she hadn't screwed anyone else. I had married her when she was a virgin. I had popped her cherry on our wedding night, that night, and not before.
She didn't even let me see her completely naked before that night. And of course, since our marriage, Evelyn hadn't done it with anyone else other than me. How could she? She doesn't like sex, not even with me.
And that certainly isn't my fault. She's just a frigid, ignorant woman. A good mother and housewife, but it takes more than that to make a woman.
I sat down on the bed. inches away from where Marsha and Millie were lying next to each other. I picked up the bedside phone, and dialed my number.
"Billy, this is Dad. Can I talk to Mother?" She had just finished supper for our three kids, and was wondering when I would be home.
I told her that I was at Millie's. Millie, I lied to her, had slipped and sprained her back. Nothing serious, but I had decided to stay with her.
Now, it seemed that Millie wanted to change her clothes or something, but because I was too prudish, I wouldn't do it.
So I asked Evelyn to come and do it for Millie. We would then both come home together. Evelyn should come over right away by taxi, and then we would return home together.
I really spun it out, and my sense of power, and my prick, grew together.
Evelyn believed me. Everything except the part about my being a prude. She would have to make a comment on it! That made me firmer in my determination to use her as an innocent victim.
"You're no prude," she said. "You've been waiting for years to see your sister naked. You've even told me that. Don't deny it. But of course I'll come. I haven't seen your sister in weeks, and I'll gladly come and do whatever it is I can for her."
It had worked, in spite of the discrepancy in my story. Bill was shaking his head again.
"Man, I really didn't think you were going to do it. I'm not sure I'm ready for such a heavy number. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Of course. I must do this. This is the only way I can work out my salvation. I don't want to go to jail or anything like that, for what I did to Marsha.
"That's why I forced Millie and then you into my special club. Neither of you can now take me to the police, not after what each of you has done to Marsha. But just as I don't want to go to jail, I do want to attain my salvation. You see, I believe in heaven or an afterlife, or whatever you want to call it.
"And to do that, I must pay for my sins right here on earth. Can you understand that, Bill?"
"Yes, and no. That part about not going to jail over what you did to Marsha-I can understand that. But I can't even begin to make sense out of that heaven and salvation business.
"It ain't logical, man. There just ain't no logic in it." Bill was shaking his head, the stupid, unethical stud.
"Well, for me there is Bill." I forced some compassion and reasonableness into my voice, although I wanted to shoot him right on the spot, just to prove that I was right.
"For me, there's a lot of logic in it. Perhaps not your kind of logic, but logic nevertheless. You are dead wrong, and you must be taught to realize that."
"Okay, let's leave it at that, for now anyway. Just a second. I want to know something. You aren't going to pull that pistol routine again, are you?"
"Of course not, Bill. This is completely different. Your dues are paid up for the rest of the evening. I can't ask you to do anything else that you don't want to do."
"Man, are you sure about that?"
"Sure I am. I swear ... "
"Don't swear. Just tell me what you plan to do."
"Bill, we'll discuss that when Evelyn gets here."
"I just don't want you to do anything like what you did before, either.' "Bill, you have my promise. You have my solemn promise."
"You're sure, man?"
"You know that I take such things seriously. You know that I do, because ... "
"Sure man. Forget the 'because' part of it. I believe you."
" "I think you had better believe me. How many times do I ... "
"Yeah, yeah, man I know. I wouldn't be here if I didn't know."
On this note, I went out of the bedroom, to get more booze. I really couldn't stand Bill at this point. I was beginning to feel that I had never known my own worth, and I hated the worms in the bedroom, because they were so inferior to me.
But I did need the booze. When Evelyn finally arrived, both Bill and I would probably need every drop we had inside of us to be able to do what we had decided to do.
Bill would have to rape Evelyn, and I would have to watch it. Worse, still, after Bill was gone, I'd have to explain it all to Evelyn. Also to Millie and Marsha.
On second thought, perhaps it would be better if Millie and Marsha weren't there to see that.
No, Millie had to be there to watch, so that she would know what a serious person I really am. I could take Marsha up to her room, and lock her in perhaps.
Yes, that was definitely it. Millie would have to watch, while Marsha would not be allowed to see it.
In the liquor cabinet, there was nothing left except a full bottle of tequila. I had given it to John as a birthday present a couple of months ago. I guess he hadn't touched it. Well, it would have to do for Bill and me.
As I was about to go back into Millie's bedroom, the thought struck me that perhaps Bill had decided to pick up the .38 and use it against me in some way.
Perhaps he didn't believe me when I told him he could trust me. And perhaps he was right; perhaps he shouldn't believe me at all. Not about that, nor anything else.
When I stepped into the room, however, I noticed that the gun was where I had left it.
Bill was sitting on the bed, next to Marsha and Millie. He was telling them something about everything being okay. Bill told them not to worry. Soon both he and I would have gone and they could go back to their normal, desperately dull lives.
I liked what I overheard from Bill. He was like me. Both of us needed to get away from a routine, dull life.
We did not fit in like all the others did. We could have fit in if we had wanted to, but we didn't want to. He and I both liked to be different. We were thus above other people.
Others could not judge us with their own values. We, Bill and I, could understand others, because we were superior to them, but they, because they were inferior to us, could not understand us.
And if they could not understand us, then they could not judge us, either.
"Bill, I've decided that you are like me. You and I are different from others. We are special."
"Man, what are you jiving about?"
"About human nature. About the meaning of existence."
"I don't understand what you're leading to."
"I'm talking about the absurd. About ... "
"Man, that stuff is for philosophers. Not for dirty old men like you, and dirty young men like me."
"Philosophy is all that makes our lives worthwhile, especially we special ones."
"Forget all that philosophy jive ... "
"Bill, life is philosophy. Listen to me! What we did so far today, and what we still have to do, all of this is philosophy because ... "
"Oh, now you're talking shit. Stop!"
Well, perhaps I was mistaken about Bill. But then again, perhaps not.
If Bill could do what he did so far, then he was living his philosophy. He didn't have to explain it just like I never explained myself.
I picked up Marsha, who lay in my arms as if she were still unconscious, and I started to walk out of the bedroom with her.
Millie began to struggle against the two belts with which I had tied her.
"Bob, where are you taking Marsha? What are you doing to do to her? Bring her back!"
"Millie, you don't have to worry. I'm only taking her up to her room. She needs some rest."
"Don't touch her again. Don't do anything more to her. She'll go crazy."
Of course she would! She was merely a weak, dull little worm. I didn't plan on doing anything to Marsha. It was Millie actually, who was acting crazy. Why should I want to touch Marsha now?
When I got Marsha upstairs, I laid her on top of her bed, and covered her with the blood-stained blanket we had made love on earlier that afternoon.
It seemed as if that had happened months ago, rather than only some six or seven hours before. After checking to make sure that Marsha was breathing normally, I turned off the stereo.
The last record had finished playing hours ago, but the amplifier was still on. I liked things to be neat. Whatever was needed, I used, and whatever wasn't needed, I put away.
Finally I opened one window in her room. That pot smoke, whatever remained of it, was very stale.
As I was about to go out the door, I noticed that Marsha's room had a key in the door. I took that key out of the inside of the door, put it or. the outside, and then locked the door.
I dropped the key in front of the door. Then I went back to Millie's bedroom.
I found Bill still talking to Millie. It seemed that he was doing all of the talking, and she was doing all the listening.
All three of us were still completely naked. Bill and I were a bit drunk, while Millie was now stone cold sober. Perhaps that was her problem, at least in part. Perhaps that is why she was acting like such a bitch.
So I opened that bottle of tequila, and had a gulp. Very strong stuff, indeed. I passed it to Bill, and he also took a full guzzle.
Then I pushed the bottle against Millie's nose, and asked her, "Want some?"
"Sure I do, Bob, but untie me first. These belts are cutting right into my hands and feet."
"Why, of course, Millie. I forgot all about that. There is no reason for you to be tied up like this.
"You were a bit of a bad girl before, and had to be punished for it."
"Bob, cut out that crap. Untie me and let me have a drink. I sure can use it."
So I loosened both belts and she shook them off her hands and feet. Then she grabbed the bottle of tequila and attacked it as if it were a canteen in Death Valley.
Because she took in too much to begin with, she coughed half of it out. But then, she took, another swig, and this time, swallowed it all.
For a minute or two none of us said anything. Then Millie took yet another gulp of tequila and asked, "Well, what the fuck are we going to do now? Are we really going to wait for Evelyn, or is it all bullshit?"
I was about to answer Millie, but then I heard a car pull into the driveway. It had to be the taxi with Evelyn in it.
I grabbed a towel lying near the door, wrapped it around my waist, and walked out of the bedroom. Just outside, I turned my head back to Millie.
"Well, I guess all of us are going to find out what is going to happen next. I'm very curious about it myself."
When I looked out of the front door, I saw a yellow taxi begin to back out of the driveway with Evelyn coming toward the door.
For a moment-he stopped, and looked up toward the window in Marsha's room. She then continued up the steps and onto the porch. I opened the door before she could ring the bell.
"Well, well, Bob, what have we here? It's a good thing Millie is flat on her back, because you would really have some explaining to do as to why you are stark naked with only that towel around your waist."
"I'll explain later, dear. A lot has been going on here, and ... "
"Have you been drinking, Bob? Because you certainly reek of alcohol. What have you people been doing here, to end up this dishevelled? Come, come, you can tell me. I want to know before I have to see Millie."
"Dear, please. I'll explain when you see Millie. All of this concerns her, too."
"Bob, I don't like mysteries or jokes. Which one is it this time?"
"Dear, this time it's for real."
"What do you mean by that?"
"For God's sake, shut up for a minute and come on inside. Millie is waiting."
"Bob, by the way, why was Marsha waving so furiously at me from her window? What is going on here?"
"You'll find out in a few seconds. Here, let me take your coat. That's right. And now, into Millie's bedroom."
When Evelyn walked into Millie's bedroom, she was absolutely flabbergasted to find Millie completely naked and stretched out on her bed.
She had her head propped up on one elbow. With the other hand, she held at that exact moment, the bottle of tequila to her lips. Sitting next to her, also completely naked, but grinning from ear to ear, was Big Black Bill.
Evelyn almost fell backward out of the room. It was a good thing I was just behind her, because I caught her tipping back toward me, and was able to push her in quite gently.
Bill was the first to speak.
"You must be his wife. Well, have we prepared a surprise for you. And I'm a big part of that surprise. It seems that your man there behind you, has this terrible guilt feeling over what he did to Millie and her daughter this afternoon. And it looks like you are going to...." Bill wasn't able to finish what he wanted to say, because Evelyn flung her handbag at his head (she missed), and then she tried to get out of the room, but I blocked her way.
I then closed the bedroom door, locked it from the inside,, and walked across to the table with the gun. There I deposited the key next to the .38. I knew that I would have to keep my eye on both objects, for the rest of the evening.
"Lady, why don't you take your clothes off?" Bill coaxed Evelyn, with a big leer on his face.
"Are you kidding!!"
"No, lady, I'm not kidding."
Evelyn turned to me. "Explain yourself!" she said indignantly."
Bill persisted. "Lady, why don't you take your duds off and join us."
"I will do no such thing."
"I didn't think you would, lady, so I guess I'll have to help you a bit."
Bill stood up and lunged toward Evelyn. She backed away from him, but found herself trapped in the corner of the room.
At that moment, Millie turned on her table radio, and an old Beatles' tune came on, "Rita, Meter Maid."
Evelyn screamed. Only then did Bill jump on her to begin ripping off her clothes, piece by piece.
He tore off her skirt, then the sleeves her of blouse, then the front half of that blouse, then the bra, then her slip, and so on, all the way to her panty hose, and panties which he saved for last.
During all this time, I remained motionless, leaning against the table with the .38 and the key on it. Millie did nothing more than play with the radio. When the Beatles song was finished, she took yet another swig of tequila.
Evelyn stopped screaming only after Bill had stripped her of everything including her panties. I moved over to the bed in order to get a better view of what was about to happen.
I lay down next to Millie, behind her. Just for the hell of it, I grabbed one of her tits, and held it tight. She changed stations, one more time, took one more swig of tequila, and then lowered the almost empty bottle to the floor.
With Bill on top of Evelyn, I began to be bothered by my erection, which had not gone down for a hell of a long time, exhausted though I was.
By the time Bill had Evelyn stretched out flat on the carpet near the bed. my prick was beginning to rub against Millie's ass. She reached her hand behind her, felt my cock, found it not yet hard enough to suit her, and so turned her attention to the radio yet one more time.
She found a country and western station. Hank Snow was singing something very appropriate for the occasion.
I saw Bill get an erection, as Evelyn tried desperately to push him away from her. It was the pummeling she gave him that gave him that erection. As soon as Bill's cock was hard enough, he plunged it into Evelyn.
She gasped, then screamed, and then became completely quiet. She didn't even moan or whimper.
To see all of this drove me sexually wild. My own cock was now becoming terribly stiff. In fact, it was stiff enough to plunge it into Millie, perhaps not into her asshole, but certainly into her cunt. And that is where I wanted to place it, at least for now.
Incredibly enough, Millie must have thought the same thing, because she grabbed my cock and held it tight until it was hard enough to break bottles with. I really had no idea where I wanted to place it, either in the front or in the back, and then I thought that I could watch Bill doing it to Evelyn if I put my now pulsating cock into Millie's asshole.
I shoved it in all the way. To my surprise, Millie's asshole offered next to no resistance. Millie's was almost oblivious to what was happening. Her attention was focused first on Bill and Evelyn, and then on the radio, and finally on what remained of the tequila. For now, I was a poor fourth. But then again, I was only starting.
Soon I was pulsating in and out of Millie's asshole as if there were no tomorrow. I got most of my kicks watching Bill rape Evelyn, but I didn't get enough feedback from Millie's backside to make my own movements interesting enough.
During all this time, the loudest sounds in the room came .from the radio which was still on country and western.
Suddenly, Evelyn began to beg Bill to first stop, and then go on, then to stop, then to do it more quickly, then not to do it, then to go deeper, and then to stop. I couldn't believe my ears.
My own wife was directing her rapist how to do it so that she could enjoy it more. How wonderful! Whatever explaining I had to do later would be much easier now.
For a few minutes I toyed around with the idea of accusing Evelyn of being unfaithful to me. But that was too dramatic. I decided I would control myself in asking what Big Black Bill had that I didn't.
I was going to behave like a gentleman even though she herself was at this moment behaving like anything but a lady.
Millie had gotten hot enough with my cock in her ass, to start playing with her clit. She seemed determined to come before Evelyn did.
And I was doing my best to help her to do just that.
My prick was by now very sore because of all the action it had seen this afternoon. It was now so numb that I sometimes didn't know whether it was still inside Millie's ass or whether it had slipped out. But every time I looked down to my crotch, I found it was still stuck into Millie. In and out, in and out!
"Arrgghghh! Oh, more, more--no, stop, stop!" cried my wife.
"Ummphhhhh!" I groaned as I pushed into Millie's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhie!" Millie responded.
If I hadn't been able to watch Bill working Evelyn over, I certainly wouldn't have been anywhere near an erection. It was Bill and Evelyn fucking that excited me.
Millie, the way she was now, was as interesting to me as last week's newspaper. She was a hole into which I was trying to come, that and nothing more.
Millie probably had no idea how I felt about her, just now. She was interested in only one thing, and that was to get off, to come as quickly and violently as she could.
Millie was probably trying to forget everything that had happened to Marsha and to her today. She was trying to do this with one big spectacular orgasm.
As I plunged in and out of her ass, she began to sway her ass from one side to the other.
I found these movements somewhat interesting, because they forced me to concentrate a bit more on what I was doing rather than watching Bill and Evelyn do it.
I could feel my balls tighten. I began to get some feeling back into my cock. It still was sore, boy, was it sore as hell! But at least I began to feel it rubbing against the inside of Millie's ass.
My balls began to bang against her ass. I could feel them rubbing against her backside. I decided to savor this feeling by twisting and turning each time I plunged all the way into Millie. Her swaying also helped me increase the intensity of the effect I wanted.
Now, no two of my in and out movements were similar in any way. Sometimes, Millie and I were pressing into each other, with me going forward and she backing up.
The pressure was greatest then. At other times, she was pulling away and over to the right, while I was pulling out.
At that time, it felt that my cock had flipped out of her asshole. There was no pressure whatsoever, although I could see that my plunger was still inside.
We were really beginning to get into it now, Millie and me. I shifted my hands from her waist to her boobs, which had been swaying back and forth with her every movement.
I held those tits of hers as tightly as I could I let the nipples stick out between my fingers. With my hands, I squeezed her boobs, and with my fingers I squeezed the nipples.
Millie was rubbing her cunt more furiously than ever. I could feel her pushing in one or two fingers into her vagina. She was rubbing and pushing and then rubbing some more.
I could smell her vaginal juices as they trickled down her hand. Millie was obviously getting very hot.
"Yeah, Bob, do it to me. Do it like that. Yes, move ... Make up for what you did to me before."
"Shut up, Millie. I can't concentrate if I have to talk with you."
"Who wants to talk, Bob? I just want to tell you what I like. I just--ahhh! I just want you to know what I like ... ahhhh. ahhh, yes, like that!"
It was crazy, but the more I got into doing it with Millie, the less involved I was in watching Bill and my wife. Just as before, Bill was very conventional with Evelyn.
He had fucked first Millie and then Marsha, and now Evelyn as if he were some kind of human dildo. Bill was really a dull fuck to watch.
I could see Evelyn coaxing him to do first this and then that.
"Ohhh, yesss," she hissed, "that's the way I like it, more...." She moved to the right and then she pulled Bill down a bit so as to change his angle of entry. She told him to speed up a bit, and then to slow down again. Evelyn arched her back, and then relaxed it again. She spread her legs wide open and then she closed them tight again. This was really an unusual rape.
"Arrggghhh!" she said, enjoying it. I grinned, but I was also puzzled.
But, as I said, I was really beginning to get into doing it with Millie. I had the feeling back in my cock. It didn't even feel sore any more. Who knows, perhaps I was going to come one more time. I was drunk enough and tired enough that my resistance to doing it just one more time was now gone.
My prick between Millie's cheeks felt like a knife cutting into a hot pound of unsalted butter. The pleasure was building up inside my balls. That tight feeling was now both inside as well as outside my balls. Yes, there were still a few drops of come which I could spurt out if I had to.
Perhaps there would be blood mixed with the semen, but I didn't care any more. It was becoming more and more pleasurable. The pressure was now beginning to rise into my gut. Yes, I was going to do it again.
"Look, Bob, look what Evelyn and Bill are doing now," screamed Millie.
I looked over to the floor to see that Evelyn had coaxed Bill into changing positions with her. She was now on top, riding his cock, and he was on the bottom, with both his arms and his legs spread wide apart.
Evenly was squatting over Bill. She was getting up and almost off of Bill's prick, and then she was pushing down all the way. Evelyn would get up slowly and then push down very quickly. She was thus altering her rhythm with each stroke.
And Bill was loving it. He was opening and closing his legs as if they were scissors. Even his arms were moving up and down against the floor.
"Let's do the same thing, Bob, let's switch positions, too ... "
"Sure, why not? But I want to keep my cock in your ass. You cunt isn't tight enough for me. If you get on top, I still want to keep it in your ass."
"It's a deal. Bob. I've never done it that way yet, but I'd like to try."
"Also, Millie, let's shift positions without stopping. I mean, I want to keep my cock inside your ass."
"Me, too. Bob. Me, too."
And so, Millie and I reversed positions. It wasn't easy. Once or twice, I thought she was going to rip my cock out of my body. Then again, I thought she would break it because it was so very hard.
Eventually, however, with much tugging, pushing, and pulling, we managed it.
I was now spread-eagled on my back, and she was facing me with my cock in her ass. She was sort of squatting, just like Evelyn, but where Evelyn was usually leaning forward, Millie had to lean backwards, sometimes way, way back.
Millie went up and down, letting my cock slip in and out, and then slide back in again. She did it very deliberately. Slowly, she got into a rhythm that made her grimace with pleasure.
When she had become used to it a bit more, she stopped balancing with both her arms and began to massage her clit with her right hand.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh ... This is good, Bob. this is good. I've never felt this pleasure before."
I was now watching not only Evelyn, and Bill, but Millie as well. It was two shows now. When I got tired of watching the one. I switched my eyes and thoughts to the other.
Yes, I was enjoying all of this too. My cock was as hard as it had ever been today.
Millie quickened her pace. My pleasure was increasing with hers, we both felt that. For the first time in hours, Millie began to laugh. I followed her into laughter.
She was moving very quickly now. Up and down, in and out. She was balanced so that she began to shove first one, and then two and three fingers of her left hand into her cunt. With her right hand, she continued to work on her clit.
My cock was throbbing now. More than before, when I was on top and behind Millie, my balls began to ache.
This was good, very good. I wanted more and I wanted it to last. Millie wanted the same for herself. We were working together on our mutual pleasure.
Evelyn and Bill were also cooperating. Evelyn was still going up and down first at one speed, and then at another. But now, Bill sometimes arched his back and doubled the impact of the force of his cock, when Evelyn was slamming her cunt down on top of his reddish-black cock.
"Ohhhh, baby," he moaned. "That's goooood...!"
"Yes, yes, slam that cock into me. Come in me, oooohhhh!"
I decided to try the same technique Bill was using. The next time Millie slammed my cock into her asshole, I also arched my back and forced my prick up. She was caught by surprise.
"Oh, wow, Bob. Was that good. Do it again."
"Sure, baby." And I did do it again.
"Ohhh, more force! That blow nearly, reamed my asshole right out. Do it again."
"Coming!" I yelled, and I slammed into her.
Then I laughed, but held off for a moment. I let her come down on me four or five times before I pushed my prick up again. This caught her by surprise again, and she moaned.
"Yeah, like that. Do it when I'm not expecting it. It hurts like that but the pain is pure pleasure. Do it again, Bob. Do it again!"
For a second, I looked over to Bill and Evelyn. She was now moaning. Evelyn was about to come.
She was screaming at Bill, "Do it with me. Let's come together, you black bastard!"
"Sure enough, lady. Just give me another second. Another ... second!"
Suddenly, Evelyn lost her control, and began to collapse against Bill's prick. She was shuddering and moving her arms. I myself had never seen her like that, not once in twenty years of married life.
Bill had gotten the best screw that Evelyn had ever given anyone. She had also received the best screw of her life, that was also obvious.
But then again, she had never let me do what she was doing with Bill now. It was her own fault for having carried on as she had before.
The sight of Evelyn coming as she collapsed onto his prick, caught Bill by surprise. He wasn't ready to come.
Bill tried to hold Evelyn over his prick, but she was shaking so much that she fell away from him, and his prick slipped out of her cunt.
It stood there like a Doric column, but it stood there alone. I thought that Bill would quickly enough plunge it back into her, but he didn't.
Instead, he rolled over on his side. He grabbed Evelyn by the head, kissed her full on the mouth, and said something like, "Later, we'll do it again, later. And this time, I'll come first, understand that, lady?"
While I had been watching Bill and Evelyn, Millie had concentrated on coming. She was now desperately near coming "Bob, I can't stand it any longer. I'm about to come. Only moments away. Can we do it together?"
"I'm a lot better than Bill when it comes to coming. I'm about to explode. My balls and prick are burning. I'm right in there with you. Let's do it."
She kept plunging her fingers into her cunt, and rubbing her clit. Millie's orgasm was starting right there at her clit. She flung her arms up and out, and flapped her arms wildly.
She was groaning now, as she lifted herself up for one more slam into my bloated cock. Her eyes were tightly shut against that searing pleasure she must have been feeling.
As she was beginning to force my prick into her asshole, I began to come myself, with a loud scream.
"Arrgggghhh! Unnnnggghhh!"
"Ooooooh, yessss, baby, come on, do it!"
"Annnhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
With all the strength in my back, I arched back and pushed off against both heels. My cock slammed into her cunt like a sledge hammer. Millie, half opened her eyes for a split second and screamed. As we slammed together, she lost her balance and began to fall over backward.
I was coming so strongly now that I couldn't have grabbed her even if I had tried. But my pleasure was so sharp that I didn't even bother trying.
What semen I had left shot into Millie just before she twisted off my prick and fell backward off the bed with a dull thud.
My concentration was fixed on my crotch and so I didn't see her hit the ground.
The pleasure Was so intense that I was momentarily paralyzed. My prick was still hard as steel, although no more come was shooting out. I was absolutely bone dry. I rolled over on my stomach and let the pleasure pulsate out from my cock and balls.
I eventually felt it in my head, behind my ears, as well as into my hands, especially the knuckles. I lay there on the wet with sweat bed, until the sensation began to subside.
Millie was still on the floor, but she was okay. The fall into space had only heightened her orgasm. She was now curled up in a ball with her hands and legs drawn up to her chest.
Millie was humming and rocking herself from side to side.
Bill and Evelyn were locked in an embrace on the other side of the bed below where I lay alone. They were stretched out side to side.
They were simply there, apparently quite content to be with each other.
I looked at the bedside table clock and saw that it was now 9:37 P.M.
CHAPTER SEVEN
We all lay there without saying anything for I don't know how long. Everyone had been satisfied except for Bill, and even he had not done badly.
Evelyn gave him the best screw she had ever given anyone, although Bill hadn't been able to come inside of her and had instead decided to wait for another opportunity.
"Man, everyone got their rocks off, including the rape victim. Everyone, except me, that is. I want to cop going. What do you say?"
"Mmmmmmm...." moaned Evelyn, still alive in her sensuality.
"Yessss," hissed Millie.
I turned over on my back and answered Bill.
I had a good idea.
"Sure we can do anything you want. But this time I'll have to watch, because I'm in no condition to participate. My dick has really taken a beating."
Millie laughed.
"Do what you want, man."
"You heard me," I said, stretching, and fondling my sore peter.
Bill looked over at me. "All I know is that you still owe me a chance to get my rocks off. And I do want to do it, but this time, I'd like something a bit different from what has been dished out to me so far. Whatever it is, it will have to be different."
"Don't worry," answered Evelyn. "Bob will no doubt think something up for you. He's very good at inventing sex games."
"Sure I am, Evelyn. But first, tell me something."
"Yes, Bob."
"How is it that you screwed Bill the way you did. Why haven't we ever done it like that."
"Why don't you answer your own question?" answered Evelyn, contemptuously.
"Time after time, I've tried to talk you into doing something different with me, but you never did."
Evelyn laughed sardonically, and massaged her satisfied pussy.
"Perhaps your problem was that you tried to talk me into it, rather than forcing me to simply do it, as Bill just did. Perhaps you should have tried more action and less talk."
"But Evelyn, I did push you sometimes."
"Oh, yeah ... when was that?"
"Plenty of times! But you just began to scream and fight me, so I stopped."
"Well, perhaps I did, Bob, but when I said no I must have meant yes, because I really enjoyed it with your black stud friend here. And I'd like to repeat it with him right now."
"Oh, shit...." I said, rolling over again.
Evelyn turned her attention back to Bill, and grabbed his dong and rubbed it against her stomach.
"Hold off for a minute," I told her. "Whatever we do we'll do together. Besides, Bill wants something different."
"Lady, you can rub my prick in the meantime," Bill told Evelyn. "Let your Old Man figure out a way we can get more bang from between our balls. Do you have anything you'd like me to try right now?"
"Not yet, Bill. Not just yet. Have a drink and just relax for a moment."
"Sure man, anything you say."
"Well, leave her alone while I think."
"So long as your Old Lady keeps my prick stiff, I can wait. Where is that tequila we were drinking just before we got into the heavy stuff?"
Millie held up the almost empty bottle. "Right here, sweetie."
"I'd like a swig."
Millie held back, but finally got up off the floor and began to stumble toward the door.
"Well, I guess I am the hostess because this is my house. Even though none of you were invited, not in the strict sense of the word. Anyway, given that I now consider you all to be my guests I'll get whatever you need to drink."
She leaned drunkenly on the door. "I think there's some scotch in the basement. Let me see if I can find it."
"Man, that's what I like, service with a smile. That ass fuck you got really knocked out whatever else you had shoved in there most of the afternoon."
Bill grinned at Millie, as she unlocked the door and went out of the bedroom.
"Bill, tell me what would you like to do?"
"I don't know, man. I can't think right now."
"Is there anything special that strikes your fancy?" I asked him.
"Well, man, you're the one always talking about paying for what you get and being punished for what you do. Well, I noticed that you haven't done too badly for yourself. You got what you wanted, and other than that jive about sixty bucks and a motor scooter, you haven't really paid any dues, nor have you been punished, either, for that matter."
"Bill, I have both paid and been punished."
"Oh, yeah, man? When?"
"Don't you remember? As punishment, you got to rape my wife. Isn't that true?"
"Bullshit!"
"No it's not. That was the deal."
"Bullshit again! Both you and your Old Lady got off on that. It might have started as punishment, but it turned out very differently."
"It certainly doesn't matter if we enjoyed it or not. The punishment has been accomplished."
"It don't count no more. For me, it don't count.
"Well, your opinion is irrelevant at this moment." I said, becoming conscious again of the inferiority of these human dogs.
"If you want my opinion," interrupted Evelyn, "I think that the man is right. You haven't paid for anything by forcing me into someone else's arms. Bob, no, you yourself have to do something."
"But what can I do, Evelyn? Bill isn't interested in screwing me. We're both straight."
"How about whipping him?" Evelyn asked Bill.
"Bill doesn't want to hurt me physically," I answered. "Bill is no weirdo, that I do know. I can tell by the way he fucked all you girls."
"What do you say to that?" Evelyn asked Bill directly.
"I guess your Old Man is right. I'm straight all right. I don't like anything weird, either."
"So what's left, Bob?" Evelyn turned back to me, and I shook my head because I really didn't have an answer to that one.
Just then, Millie came in with two full bottles of scotch and passed them around.
"Bob, I caught part of your conversation," interrupted Millie. "Perhaps I might offer a suggestion."
"Sure, Millie, what is it?"
"First, Bob. what are the most important things for you in this life?"
I really had to think that one out, and it took a couple of swigs from the scotch bottle to bring up an answer.
"Well, naturally, my family is. Evelyn and the kids, they are the most important things in my life, obviously enough."
"Exactly, Evelyn and the kids. And given that Bill's fuck with Evelyn only got your rocks off, it seems that it will have to be done with one of your two girls, either Nancy or Barbara. Given that Bill doesn't do it with boys, your oldest, Bob. Jr., is safe, at least for now."
"Millie, I can't believe my ears. You aren't suggesting that I jeopardize the life of either of my two girls just to repay some stupid debt?"
"I certainly am.' Millie had jot a grim look-on her face.
"I won't do it."
"Why not. Bob? You did it with my Marsha, and then you forced me and even Bill to do it with her."
"That's different."
"What makes your girls any more precious than mine? Answer that one, Bob."
I thought about what my sister had just said for a long time without saying anything. Obviously, she was right.
It had to be done!
But what would Evelyn say? She wouldn't allow it. What would we do then? Well, we could just play it be ear, depending on what happened next.
"Millie, I'm afraid I have to agree with your logic. There is nothing else for me to do but call home and ask Barbara to come here. She's the older of the two, but is still only seventeen. Let's see if I can explain to her what all this means to me." Evelyn dropped Bill's cock, and jumped up; outrage written all over her face. Bill uttered a grunt of frustration.
"What did I hear you say? You'll do no such thing! We adults can play around but you can't do that to kids, and especially not to your own kids."
Millie interrupted Evelyn. "Why not to your kids. He did it to mine...." Bill finally made his move. He picked up the two belts with which I had tied up Millie while he had fucked Marsha. Bill grabbed Evelyn and strapped one belt tightly around her wrists, and then did the same to her ankles with the other one.
With Evelyn still struggling, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed right next to me.
"Sorry I had to do that to you, lady, but this thing is now bigger than just what you can understand. Let's let your Old Man work out his salvation."
I didn't like this as much as I had before, but I knew I had to go through with it. I sat down on the bed, and dialed my home phone.
Evelyn just lay there, absolutely speechless.
As I was dialing, Bill interrupted me.
"Listen, man, as long as we are going to go all the way with this, do my a favor. Have the younger girl come over."
He was right. As long as we were going to do this, we might as well go all the way. Nancy was only fifteen, and my favorite child, perhaps because she was the youngest.
Even if she didn't understand what was happening today, perhaps some day she would. But in any case, I had to go through with it.
I called home and talked to Nancy. I told her that Mother and I needed her help in lifting Millie out of bed, and would appreciate it if she could come and help us.
I also thought of some medicines I had in my bathroom. They were for Millie, I said. Nancy told me she would be over as soon as possible. Just like her mother, Nancy was to take a cab over.
When I hung up the phone, I took a drink from the bottle Millie was passing around Evelyn was the only one who refused to take a drink with us.
She could not believe what I was going to do, or that I would do it. I didn't know what else to do, so I just lay down next to her and waited for Nancy to show up.
Millie was now in high spirits, however. She was about to have her revenge against me for what I had done to her little Marsha. I almost wished I hadn't started the whole thing this afternoon.
But then again, up to this point, everything so far had turned out rather well. Everything, including Evelyn's rape became a positive experience, once it was fully understood. I hoped the same would happen with Nancy's upcoming ordeal.
Bill and Millie were now jumping around from one side of the bedroom to the other. They were trying to touch each other in the crotch without being touched themselves.
Suddenly, Millie out-maneuvered Bill, grabbed his cock and spun him around. Bill's prick was already halfway hard, and this friction had hardened it up still further.
Millie continued to hold on to Bill's stiffening cock first with one hand and then with both. He wasn't resisting her much at all.
She then knelt down in front of him and began to suck the head of his prick, while still squeezing it with both hands.
"Hah," said Millie. "How does that feel?"
"Yeah, lady. Do it to me. I have to warm up a bit before I get to the main event."
Millie smiled. "Bill, it will be my pleasure."
Millie obliged Bill by moving tire tip of her tongue against the tip of his prick as fast as she could. She barely touched it, but these near hits turned Bill on more than had her straight sucking.
Slowly, Millie relaxed her grip on Bill's prick and then began to slide it in and out of her mouth.
Bill doubled his knees a bit, so that she could take it in at the angle she wanted. They were both getting turned on.
I could tell that from the way each one was beginning to sweat and moan.
"Ummmmm...." said Millie.
"Ohhhh, lady, keep it up."
I tried to cuddle Evelyn, but she pulled herself away from me. She hated me just now, but it would be different later.
I decided, nevertheless, to apply what I had learned from her an hour or so ago, when I asked her why she hadn't done with me the things she had just finished doing with Bill. I would force her, just as she told me I should.
So I grabbed Evelyn's right tit from behind She tried to pull away, but I only tightened my grip on that right boob.
I pulled her back toward me. but she kept resisting.
"Leave me alone damn you! You're a fiend."
"Yes, and you love it, don't you?"
"I hate you, hate you!"
She kept struggling, and I liked that because I really didn't want to screw her now, mostly because I couldn't. I simply wanted to fondle her breasts.
All the while I played with her boobs, I watched Bill and Millie excite themselves with a bit of prick-in-the-mouth action.
Just as Millie was beginning to slide in Bill's prick, all the way into her saliva drooling mouth, the doorbell rang.
"You get that, man," Bill told me, "while I continue for a while."
"Sure...." I got off the bed, picked up my towel, and wrapped it around my waist, as I walked out of the bedroom, and into the living room.
I could see Nancy standing at the front door. She had a bagful of what I guessed would be medicines, and other things Millie might like.
When I opened the front door, Nancy was surprised to see me naked, with only a towel around my middle.
"Oh, Daddy, you're all naked! What are you all up to?"
"Nothing, my dear, nothing at all. I'll explain all this later. Let me take that bag, and help you off with your jacket.
"It's really warm here in the house. We turned the heat up a bit so that we could walk around like this."
"Sure, Daddy. Anything you say. But you're acting very strange. You also reek of liquor. Have all of you been drinking? It certainly smells like it. What else have you been doing?"
"You'll see, you'll see."
I didn't answer Nancy beyond this statement, but instead, led her by the arm into the bedroom.
There was Millie on her knees, sucking in Big Black Bill's big black dick. Both were rocking to and fro. They seemed to have their eyes shut tight, because they didn't see Nancy and me walk in.
Evelyn, however, was bouncing naked on the bed. She had her arms and legs still tightly bound.
"Oh, wow, Daddy. I have never seen such a thing. Is this what you call an orgy?"
Nancy seemed not at all put off by all of this. I was surprised to see her react in that way.
She had been brought up very strictly. by Evelyn and me. I fully expected her to scream and faint.
That is why I was holding her so tightly by the arm. This flippant reaction of hers put me off.. In the next day or so, when I found the appropriate moment, I'd have to tall to her about all of this.
"Bill, look who's here," yelled Millie, after she pulled Bill's prick out of her mouth.
"It's Nancy, precious little Nancy, that's who's here, bring her in, Bob. Let her watch me work on Bill a bit. After I get tired, she can try it, too."
I released my grip on Nancy, who went right up to Bill and Millie instead of trying to escape, as I thought she might.
Nancy's eyes were wide open. She didn't blink once, as she watched Millie do Bill's prick.
Millie saw how interested Nancy was in Bill's prick, and said, "Here, you can touch it too. Feel how slimy and hard it is now. The veins are about to break apart, it's that hard "
"Yeah, man'" said Bill, laughing at my daughter's innocence.
"Oh, wow, I've never seen a black prick this big and straight. Most of them aren't as straight as this one...." I couldn't believe my ears. I absolutely refused to believe that my fifteen-year-old daughter could say such filthy things.
How could she possibly know what size or shape a prick should be? I was sure she hadn't seen a prick, not even in pictures, and yet, there she was, doing a comparison, as if she had been having sex for years.
Nancy then reached out with her forefinger, just as Millie had suggested.
She not only touched Bill's dick but ran her finger from the tip of the head back to the base. Bill was obviously enjoying it, too.
"Ohhh, baby, you ain't so innocent, are you?"
Millie became Nancy's teacher, on what to do with Bill. He just stood there, passively while Millie told Nancy what to do. And Nancy did it all, exactly as her aunt directed.
I sat down on the bed next to Evelyn. The two of us were completely speechless.
Millie saw how interested Nancy was in Bill's prick, and said, "Here, you can touch it, too."
"Yeah?" said Nancy, eagerly.
"Feel how slimy and hard it is. Go ahead it won't bite you."
All of us were now naked except for Nancy who was still completely dressed in a shirt and jeans. She was dressed only because Millie hadn't yet told her to get undressed.
"Bill, I want you to do what I say," ordered Millie, "just like Nancy has been doing exactly what I've told her to do."
"Lady, you can count on it."
"Good. Now, I want you to start unbuttoning Nancy's shirt."
"What for, Aunt Millie?"
"You hush up, Nancy." Millie turned back to Bill. "Start from the top and go to the bottom. When it's completely unbuttoned, I want you to slip it off her back and let it fall to the floor."
"Do you think that's all right, Aunt Millie?"
"Nancy, I told you to shut up and do what I said."
"Okay, okay, don't get mad."
Bill did exactly as he was told while Nancy went on playing with his prick as she had been instructed, and as if nothing was happening.
When Nancy's shirt was completely unbuttoned, we could all see two of the most perfectly shaped little titties I had ever seen in my life. I had absolutely no idea that Nancy had such beautiful breasts. She certainly didn't inherit them from her mother, who had long thin ones, much like Millie's.
Nancy was now bare-chested and seemed to be enjoying herself more and more. Millie stopped sucking Bill's prick and told Nancy to get down on her knees and take over.
Nancy did exactly as she was told. When she sucked on Bill's dick the first time, I grabbed Evelyn's right tit.
"Ummmm...." Nancy murmured.
Again, Evelyn tried to fight me but I had already learned how to get my way. Simply enough, I persisted, and Evelyn soon stopped struggling. Bill's prick was now sliding in and out of Nancy's mouth, as if they had been made to order for each other. Because Nancy wasn't very tall, nor very large, she would occasionally pull in Bill's prick too deeply and gag on it momentarily. But she always recovered and quickly continued to execute Millie's orders.
"Bob, I want you to come here now," Millie called to me. "I want you to undo Nancy's jeans and pull them down to her knees. Then' I want you to do the same with her panties.
"And as you do this, I want you to tell us what you are thinking. In this way, you will be able to work out the punishment you richly deserve for everything you did today."
I had no choice but to obey. Off the bed I jumped, and then fell to my knees between Bill and his prick and Nancy and her prick-sucking mouth. I undid Nancy's jeans and pushed them down to the floor where she was kneeling.
"Well, I don't exactly what it is I'm thinking ... "
"Shit, man, out with it!" yelled Bill.
"You better believe he'll talk, or else," said Millie.
"I think I'm anxious 'to see what will happen next."
I then pulled down Nancy's panties and saw a lovely fresh cunt, with a stubble of pubic hair. It was much like Marsha's, only a bit larger, and somewhat nicer to look at.
I told Millie all of this and she nodded her approval.
"Fine, Bob. You're doing just fine. Now I want you to play with Nancy's cunt a bit. Run your finger up and down her slit. Pick up some of her juice. Take it up to her clitoris. And all the while, tell us what you feel and think."
I was a bit embarrassed to do this and told them so.
"You'll do as you are told. You are being punished," said Millie.
Well, I had gone this far already, and couldn't turn back now. To my absolute surprise, Nancy's cunt was sopping wet! I didn't have to run my finger very far down her slit to find more than enough vaginal juice to begin to massage her clit.
Although I was completely exhausted. I became excited as I touched my daughter's clit. My prick was as soft as ever, but I myself became ever more excited.
When I told Millie about all of this, I noticed that Evelyn was again staring at me. as if she couldn't believe it. This look of hers made me even more excited. I said what I thought out loud.
"Amen!" Bill said.
I didn't believe Millie would make me manipulate Nancy's-clit to orgasm, but she did.
"You can't," I cried. "I couldn't stand doing that. Stop!"
"Sounds familiar," Millie smiled, "but carry on. I want to see your daughter come in your hands."
Nancy shook and trembled, and pulled her feet together, but she still continued to suck Bill's cock almost as if she hadn't come at all.
After this orgasm, she took one of her hands off Bill's prick and grabbed mine, which was still on her clit. She tried to push my hand away, but I wouldn't let her.
After a few seconds, she stopped trying, and re-focused her attention completely on Bill. That movement of her hand had been her first sign that she was aware of my existence, and that it was, indeed, her father who was playing with her clit.
"Evelyn, you and I will have to talk to this girl when we get home."
"You beast!"
"I mean it Evelyn," I said sternly. "She is obviously much too precocious. What were you doing all that time you were home and supposed to be training them?"
"You beast!"
"Evelyn, trying to fudge the issue is not going to help. You have failed us miserably. I am shocked at Nancy's behavior. This was supposed to be a punishment. She's supposed to be an innocent victim."
"Hah!" said Bill derisively, starting to move his hips back and forth with more rapidity under Nancy's ministrations.
"Beast, leave your daughter alone!" cried Evelyn, struggling with her bonds.
"Enough of this." said Millie impatiently.
Millie then told Nancy to lie down on her back and finish stripping her jeans, panties, and shoes from around her legs.
She told me to start masturbating myself. I began to protest, but she barked back at me, "Obey!" and I did as I was told.
Bill remained standing as before with his prick sticking out at exactly a ninety degree angle from his crotch. Off and on, Millie would caress the prick to keep it at the state of peak readiness.
"Millie, me wanking myself off like this is pointless."
"Do what you're told!" said Millie.
"But, Millie, I can't ... "
"Shut up you simpering idiot, and do as your told ... "
"Millie, I am absolutely at the outer limits of exhaustion. I've drunk too much."
"Who the hell cares?"
"My prick aches. Let me stop now, please."
My pleas fell on deaf ears. Bill finally spoke up.
"I want to do something now!"
Millie's answer was to grab him roughly by the prick and pull him down on his knees in front of Nancy who was still on her back. She then grabbed me by my cock, and pulled me, still on my knees toward Nancy.
Bill now had his prick pointed at Nancy's cunt, while I had mine pointed directly at her face.
"Bob, I now want you to grab Bill's prick and put it into Nancy's cunt."
"I can't. You can't ask me to do that to my own daughter. Watching is one thing, but ... "
"Simultaneously," said Millie, completely ignoring my pleas, "I want you to let your cock drop into Nancy's mouth.
"And you, Nancy, I want you to make both little sausages feel as if they have finally found a home in your cunt and your mouth."
"This is really the limit, Millie. I am not going to put anyone's cock into my virgin daughter's vagina. I'm not a homosexual, nor am I a pervert.
"This has really gone too far, and I want to stop now. I don't care what Bill and Nancy do, but I myself don't want to do anything more than just watch...." Bill agreed with me by adding, "I don't want that man touching my prick. No, sir, not him nor any other dude."
"Boys, you don't understand. The two of you, as well as Nancy, are all supposed to do exactly as I tell you to do.
"I don't want you to do any more, nor do I want you to do any less. Is that clear, or is that not clear?"
Psychologically, Millie had maneuvered us into a situation in which we could do nothing except obey. I knew that this was both logically stupid and morally wrong but psychologically she had us all under her control and we could not resist her.
So I grabbed Bill's phallus with my right hand, and with my left hand I found and opened Nancy's outer lips, which were slippery wet with juice. Simultaneously, I let my own prick move down Nancy's forehead, across her cheek, over her lips and into her partly open mouth.
As soon as I felt that Bill's prick had taken a firm grip inside of Nancy's cunt, I yanked away my hand from that black tube as if it were red-hot steel.
To my surprise, Nancy began to play with my prick, which was halfway inside her mouth, and still very limp. First she slid the tip of her tongue between the head of my cock and the foreskin which covered it.
She then grabbed my cock with her right hand in order to better steady it in her mouth. With her left hand, Nancy was pushing against Bill's chest so that he wouldn't try to lie down on her and thus force my prick out of her own mouth.
Millie then knelt down between Bill and me. and put her respective forefinger into her respective asshole. I didn't like the direction this whole thing was taking, and hoped that Millie would stop before the situation got out of hand.
My cock, however, was beginning to react to all of this attention. Although it still wasn't hard, it was anything but limp now.
It still ached as before, but at least I had gotten back some of the feeling in it. Especially around the tip, where Nancy was methodically kneading her tongue against the head. I began to feel a pleasant burning sensation.
We did this for how long I have absolutely no idea. It could have been a few minutes, or it could have been almost an hour. For awhile. I thought I had lost consciousness or fallen asleep, but I suddenly came to when Millie switched from a forefinger to a three finger attack into my asshole.
"Stop, Millie, I can't take this. It really hurts now. I'm not used to anything in my bumhole, much less all three of your fingers."
Millie ignored me completely and turned her attention to Bill whom she began to kiss with big slobbering kisses across his open mouth and chin and jaws. Bill returned Millie's kisses, but as always before, he didn't break the rhythm of his strokes into Nancy's cunt.
Evelyn finally came out of her stupor, and yelled to Bill, "Change your rhythm, Bill. Go in slow for twenty strokes, and then speed up abruptly. Do it like you did inside of me. It feels much more exciting!"
I couldn't believe what I had heard from Evelyn. Bill not only heard and believed her, but also did as he was told. He suddenly sped up his thrusts.
Nancy reacted by grabbing my prick more tightly and then plunging it into her mouth almost up to the balls. She was completely inexperienced as a cock swallower, because no sooner had she sucked in my prick, but immediately she began to gag on it.
Luckily I understood what was happening, and jerked it out halfway. Nancy stopped gagging and continued to suck me off as before, but now my prick was becoming harder.
"Go in deep now, Bill. Deep!" yelled my wife from across the bed. "Alternate deep and shallow along with fast and slow."
Again, Bill did as he was told and Nancy let loose a groan of pleasure from deep in her throat. Even my growing prick couldn't muffle that.
Millie pulled her fingers from my asshole and I guess from Bill's as well. She began masturbating herself with one hand, and Nancy with the other. Millie began to mumble something I didn't understand.
It was like a prayer or chant. I didn't even know what language it was in. I suddenly saw her as a priestess of some strange sex cult, to which she was initiating my daughter. At the same time, she was using Bill's cock and mine as her instruments.
"Rock in from first one side and then from the other. Do that as well as the speed-ups and slow-downs, and deeps and shallows," yelled Evelyn still tightly bound up on the bed above us as we writhed on the floor.
Bill tried to obey but it was becoming too much for him. Off and on, he would lose a stroke and then shudder and grunt. Bill was close to coming, I could see that.
And so could Millie because she yelled at him, "Don't come you black bastard! I don't want you to come yet. Wait till Nancy starts her orgasm...." I really hadn't thought about Nancy coming, but I guess she had the right to come, too. I looked down to her crotch to watch Bill's prick moving irregularly in and out of he cunt.
It was then that I noticed that Nancy wasn't bleeding. She was not a virgin. She had done ii before already, who knows how many times. Boy, did I have a lot to learn about my family!
Nancy finally began to react from our combined attention. She started to tremble all over as if she had an epileptic attack. Then she groaned and moaned, as if she were going to crack in two.
Her back was arched so high that I thought that she might have already broken her spine. Nancy pulled her hand away from Bill's chest, and grabbed at Millie's hand, the one pushing against her clit.
"Now, Bill, you can start coming now," Millie commanded Bill.
And he did just that. Bill twitched and jerked forward, driving his cock as deeply as he could into Nancy. She, too, was shuddering, but with this final thrust of Bill's she simply collapsed her arching back. This pulled Bill forward still farther.
Bill's face was now about to slam against Nancy's. I jerked my own prick back out of Nancy's tightening mouth for fear of having my prick caught between Nancy's face and that of Bill.
As I felt my prick shooting past Nancy's lips, I suddenly shuddered, and incredibly enough, also shot my wad, first into Nancy's mouth, then across her face, and into her baby-soft brown hair. As I Watched my semen trickle in between Nancy's hair down to the roots. Bill's head hit Nancy's and my liquid was lost from view.
Millie groaned when she saw the three of us jerking into each other and coming all over. She began what was either a contact orgasm, or a weak normal one in her clit.
She swayed for a moment, and then let herself fall from the waist down onto Bill's back who in turn was still jerking and twitching on top of Nancy.
I myself lay on my back watching first Nancy and Bill, then Millie, and then my own cock which was still dripping its absolutely last drops of very clear come. I had a very soft exhilaration radiate out from my cock.
This time, I was completely paralyzed because I had put my last available energy into this orgasm. I knew that I wouldn't be getting up off the floor very soon, no matter what happened not even if a fire broke out right in this room.
My strongest movement was now the oozing of sweat from my pores. I could actually feel that liquid pushing up to the surface. I was really that sensitive as to be able to feel this. And I was so exhausted that I could do absolutely nothing more.
Otherwise, only my eyes were able to glide within their eye sockets.
I shot my eyes from Nancy, Bill, Millie and my prick to the edge of the bed where Evelyn was just now rolling off.
My wife hit the carpet with a thud, and bounced. I saw the bounce because just then I was sensitive to all such human movements. Also, she bounced, because with her hands and feet bound, she hit the floor like a dead weight rather than like a flexible, live body.
Evelyn was groaning, but it wasn't from pain. It was a groan of pleasure. She had apparently enjoyed our show enough to have decided to roll off the bed in order to intensify her pleasure. Evelyn hadn't come but she had felt something very near a come, after having seen the four of us climax.
Perhaps the next time, she would be more reasonable, and we wouldn't have to tie her up and leave her out of the fun. In fact, I knew that from now on, we could count on her as an active participant. Evelyn would have to be really very stupid, if she were to allow herself to miss out on any more fun like this.
My thoughts soon wandered back to my own situation.
I had behaved very badly, earlier today with Marsha. My conscience told me I had to be punished. I accepted my punishment willingly. In fact, I embraced it, by allowing Big Black Bill to be the instrument of my punishment, taking first my wife, and then my youngest daughter.
In return for that ready acceptance of punishment, I was amply rewarded.
I don't know how long we all lay there without moving. And I didn't care.
I was resting for what I hoped would follow. We couldn't stop now. Not after having gone this far into new fields of extreme pleasure.
We had to do it again, and we had to do it together, all of us. I didn't know what the next event would be, nor when it would be. I only knew that it would happen. There was no doubt about that.
After about an hour, or was it two, it seemed that Millie regained her consciousness and struggled to her knees. Instinctively, she unleashed Evelyn who continued to lie there as before.
After Millie, Bill began to stir. Slowly he lifted himself from Nancy and pulled out what remained of his cock still inside her cunt.
Only then did Nancy move at all. She eventually got to her knees and helped her mother to stand up.
It was time for her to get up, too.
When I finally looked at the table alarm I noticed it was after midnight.
Everyone was moving around the room now. The two bottles of scotch Millie had brought in earlier were now almost gone.
Bill and I had drunk our share earlier in the evening. This time, the girls, and especially Nancy drank most of it.
Millie stretched out on her bed, lit up a cigarette, and took in a double-sized gulp of the burning tobacco smoke. She passed it to Evelyn who was standing next to the bed, who pulled in her share of the nicotine and handed the cigarette to Nancy.
"I don't know if you smoke or not, just as I didn't think you knew how to fuck, but if you do smoke already, take a drag on this."
"No, thanks, Mom. I don't smoke cigarettes. Only grass. And I'd sure like some now."
I wished I still had that joint Marsha and I had shared earlier this afternoon. But then I realized that if I hadn't started smoking and fucking with Marsha, then none of us would be here now, ad I wouldn't need a joint anyway.
It was just as well that Marsha and I had it when we did. But in thinking back to my being with Marsha, I remembered that she had told me she always kept some grass in her room.
"Yeah, Nancy, I'd like a bit of a toot myself. And I think I know where I can get it. Marsha should have some grass upstairs. Let me go up and see if I can coax some out of her."
"I'll go up with you, Dad. I'd like to see Marsha, too. She was waving at me from her window when I came into the house."
So Nancy and I walked out of the bedroom. We were completely naked. And we were holding hands.
I had never felt as close to Nancy as I did just then. I'm sure she felt the same way, too. That message was certainly beaming from her eyes. We both knew we would soon be getting to know each other even more intimately.
When I unlocked Marsha's door, and stuck my head in the room, I saw Marsha lying in bed. She was still completely naked, but she had already recovered from her ordeal, because she was puffing on a joint.
As she saw me she yelled, "You cocksucker, when are you going to give me the rest of the money and the motor scooter that you promised me. You better give them to me plenty quick because if you don't, I'll tell my Dad, and he'll go to the police."
"Now, Marsha, I told you I'd give them to you tomorrow. Don't you remember? Just now, however, I came to ask a favor from you. Could we have some of that wonderful pot you're smoking?"
Nancy and I then came into Marsha's room. When she saw that we both were naked, and smiling, her mouth dropped and her joint rolled out of her mouth onto the bed.
"Wow, I can't believe it. Nancy joined our party, too. I just don't believe it."
I picked up the joint from Marsha's bed before it could bum anything, and offered it to Nancy who took a strong gulp and passed it back to me.
I took an even bigger hit, than had Nancy, because I really wanted to get high now. I then handed it back to Marsha, who took a puff, and passed it back to me. I took another hit, and now I knew that I wouldn't have any more problems with Marsha.
The three of us sat on the edge of Marsha's bed, and finished up that joint. Marsha pulled out another one, from under her mattress. It was squashed completely flat. Marsha pointed to it.
"See, you did this. You did it when you fucked me right here in my bed this afternoon."
"So my dad screwed you, did he Marsha?" laughed Nancy. "All I got from him today so far was a suck on his prick, and then a tiny quirt of gism. But the way things seem to be moving, I don't think I'll have to wait too long before I get the real thing, right Dad?"
"I nodded yes, to Nancy, while I lit up that flat joint. Just because it was flat didn't mean it couldn't be enjoyed. We then passed the grass back and forth until we had polished it off. All three of us were now strung out higher than kites.
Who knows how it all started, but soon the three of us were petting furiously. I was kissing first Nancy, then Marsha, and then Nancy again. Before I could ask either of the girls to suck my cock, Marsha had bent down and was slurping away at my prick.
"Looks like I'll be after Marsha again this time, Daddy," laughed Nancy as she tried to put one of her little fingers into my rectum. It was soon inside, and thereafter was joined by the rest of her fingers. My daughter had her whole hand in my asshole, her whole damn hand!
I twisted my head and shoulders to where Nancy's mouth was straining while she was shoving her little fist in and out of my ass. "My little darling, how terribly sweet. And it gives me such pleasure. Only a child your size could do this for me.
"Even Millie's three fingers were too big for my ass. You're just right."
Nancy and I kissed passionately while Marsha continued to suck on my cock. When Marsha came up for air, however, Nancy jumped right in to relieve her. It was then Marsha's turn to receive my slithering tongue against the inside of her teeth, across the roof of her mouth, and even into the back of her throat.
The girls switched positions for a few more times after that. When I closed my eyes, I literally did not know which one I was kissing on the mouth, and which one was sucking my cock into her mouth. The pleasure increased, the less I knew who was doing what.
Nancy's tiny hand stayed in my asshole during all this time. I got a warm feeling, now, not from the front, my cock, but from the back, my asshole, which added to the pleasure in my well-serviced cock.
During all this time, whenever I could manage it, I put each of my hands against the cunts of each of the girls. Off and on, I managed to manipulate the clits of both girls simultaneously. They were both so wet in the crotch that it seemed as if they had each spilled a bottle of olive oil on their laps.
Each one was telling me how much they liked whatever it was I was doing to either one at any given time.
"Yes, Daddy, like that but be more tender. Yes, do it like you did with Mother, when you two made me!"
And then, "Uncle Bob, move, put your finger in deeper, deeper, still deeper. Yes, yeah! Yeaaagghghhhh!"
I didn't know which one of the girls I'd start to fuck first, but I did know I'd fuck them both, first the one and then the other, and then the first one again.
I also knew that this time, I'd have to come inside my daughter, Nancy. I'd let Marsha lick my semen out of Nancy's cunt, but it definitely had to be Nancy who was going to receive the first blast. She deserved it for giving me such a good treat in my asshole.
We twisted and tumbled around on the bed again and again. At one point, I was on my back, with my legs sticking up and out, while Marsha sat on my chest and sucked my cock and Nancy was doing my ass with her hand and sucking my balls.
Nancy took first the one ball in her mouth, and then the other, first the one, and then the other. Eventually she tried to take both balls into her mouth, but couldn't. I loved it even more when I saw how disappointed she was in not being able to take both balls. I started to laugh and so did she.
Meanwhile, Marsha who was still sitting on my chest, bent over so far that I could see the slit in her cunt, was squirming around.
She had washed off all the blood lost earlier this afternoon, so her outer lips looked shiny and new.
"Let me suck you, Marsha. Move back to where I can suck your twat. Don't let go of my cock but wiggle back a bit to where I can reach you with my tongue.
Marsha did manage to move back far enough so that we could get into a sixty-nine position. I could do it with her, even though she was only half my size because I had my back curled up so that Nancy could still work my ass out, while also sucking one or another ball, or even the base of my cock.
My pleasure as well as pressure had built up enough now for me to try something a bit more serious and exciting than kissing, cocksucking, or even sixty-nine.
I wanted to put it in, finally. And I wanted to start by putting it into my daughter, Nancy.
I wanted to fuck with only little girls from now on. It was Marsha and Nancy today, and tomorrow it would be Mary and Barbara.
