This novel has, for its protagonists, a very real family from almost anywhere in the USA. They could easily be your next-door neighbors, or your cousins from the Midwest, or relatives from either the East or West Coast. The mother has led a fairly commonplace existence, and due to her own morality, has beens straitlaced in bed with the father. And it is this morality which creates undercurrents of dissatisfaction for the father. And these undercurrents eventually rise to the surface brought out by the untimely curiosity of the two young, teenage daughters.
Rhonda and Wanda are definitely representative of today's young, independent females, searching for the true meaning of relationships with each other as well as attempting to find it with others. And because of this, the lives of the two girls become powerfully interwoven with that of their parents, and everyone involved discovers new, different sets of values.
Had the childrens' curiosity not been so overwhelming, there is no question but that this family would have continued on the moral path it had been traversing at the start. As a result, the daughters might well have been made to feel they were perverse and "not normal." which, in any time, is enough to trigger highly neurotic responses which have no place in any society. Because the parents have the intelligence to realize what is happening to them, all four members of the family are able to develop a stronger sense of security from one another.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The fourteen-year-old twins lay side by side in their queen-size bed. Both had natural blonde hair, cut short in a pageboy, just like their mother. Both had large, round blue eyes, short, pert, turned up noses, and each had a full cupid's-bow upper lip. Not only did they look exactly like each other, but both were beginning to become the image of their mother. Under the shortie pajamas each wore was a pair of well-developed young breasts, firm, round, with pink nipples and pink aureolae looking for all the world like vanilla ice cream mounds topped with untinted maraschino cherries surrounded by tiny pools of strawberry syrup. Even at this age the baby fat wall all but gone, and they had wasp-like waists, flaring out into growing young hips. And each pelvis had the faintest hint of natural blonde fuzz.
Rhonda, the older of the two girls by twenty minutes, lay to the right of her sister, her right arm under her head as she listened to the sounds coming from the bedroom next to theirs. It was obvious to both girls their parents were about to make love again, and though they'd heard the two of them go at it hundreds of times, both wished to be able to see what was happening. In the past two years they had become more and more aware of changes taking place in their own bodies, and what they had once thought to be simple grunts and groans of modest affection, they now knew were sighs and gasps of coital conjoining. Hygiene and sex education classes in school had taught the two of them all there was to know ... on paper. Now they were able to more clearly understand the lewd whistles and wide-eyes stares of boys as they walked down the streets. But both girls were completly innocent when it came to direct knowledge of such things. Neither had ever been erotically kissed, much less touched. And it was getting to where their curiosity would soon be outweighed by certain moral fears their mother was attempting to imbue into them. Neither would understand how their father was willing to put up with the woman considering how rigid and unbending she was when it came to sex. It was a topic she refused to discuss with either girl, and it made her daughters feel somewhat inadequate as females.
Barbara was the kind of woman who preferred her sex in the dark, though on occasion she yielded to her husband's insistence a small lamp remain lit. She never undressed in front of him, and removed her nightgown only when she was under the covers. Those few times he had thrown the covers back to look at her, she had blushed furiously, feeling deliciously depraved, but refusing to surrender to that feeling.
At that moment, in her bedroom with Fred Menscher, her husband, she was wearing the red satin robe he'd gotten her for their anniversary. He loved the way she filled it out. Christ! She had the firmest, smoothest tits this side of heaven. He was already imagining the way they would feel when he pressed his fingers into them. God! He really felt like stuffing his beef roll into her tonight. The large, melon-shaped mounds pushing out the robe really grabbed his eyes. He could see the pressing outlines of her thick nipples. The robe was slightly open in the center, something of which he was certain his wife was unaware. He could see the milky whiteness of her delectable flesh, noting where it disappeared in a shadowy thin line between the two soft hillocks of delightful fatty tissue. The sash of her robe, pulled tight, only emphasized the narrow, hourglass shape of her waist.
Fred was balding just a little, with curly brown hair thinning out on the sides, on top, and in back. He seemed to wear a perpetual frown, yet he was the one humorous member of the family. His daughters were crazy about him because of the way he always made them laugh, and because he was the one person with whom they could always talk. Although he looked five years older than Barbara, he was a few months younger than she. For all her stiffness and moralizing, his wife was one woman who truly knew how to take care of herself. She took special oil baths to keep her skin young and soft, and even now, at the age of thirty-seven, she looked like someone fresh out of her teens.
The twins lay quietly in their bedroom, listening, straining, aching to hear everything about to happen. Some day each of them would become involved with a man of her own, and each was imagining how it would feel to match a sensation to the sounds they would shortly be hearing. For now, though, they would have to content themselves with listening and wishing.
Seeing his wife had finished with her special facial cream which smelled like roses, Fred slid his body into bed, throwing off his own robe. He wanted action tonight, and he saw no reason to have to wear pajamas just so he could take them off.
"Coming?" he asked.
Barbara recognized her husband's tone of voice. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, she decided she had done quite well for herself. Not only was Fred a good provider, but he had kept himself in good shape physically, playing handball twice a week at a local rec center. He might have been a bit demanding, sexually but in the fifteen years they had been married he had never been overpowering. She knew he wanted some conjugal contact at that moment, but being a woman of good breeding, she refused to admit, even to herself, that she might like the idea.
"Yes," she told him. "I'm ... very tired."
She hoped he would leave her alone. Much as she enjoyed physical contact with him, her mind always chastised her body for liking it. She wanted to think of herself as someone with strong moral fiber, and though her body yearned for his penis, she was determined, as she was determined every night, to prove she could live without the animal need for sex.
Standing up, Barbara turned to face her husband, brushing her naturally golden page-boy crowning glory. To Fred, her golden hair always tooked like a halo. He watched her slowly approaching the bed, beautifully angelic in appearance, and he felt his long, thick naked cock, rubbing rigidly against the covers, pulsating because it seemed to know it would soon push its way through another halo; the ring of gold hair surrounding her tight vagina.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she let her robe fall from her shoulders. Under the satin was a thin, opaque pink nightgown. It seemed to nearly blend in with her skin.
Barbara could feel her husband's eyes on her back, almost as if they were burning holes in her. She shuddered, sensing the caress of his look. She left the small lamp on, realizing her body was making its urges more and more powerfully felt. God! Why couldn't she resist him? Why couldn't she simply turn her feeling off? Lord! She wanted him inside her. She could feel the teasing trickle of heat in the pit of her stomach, just at the base of her alabaster, barely curved belly where the soft, golden curls of her carefully guarded mound seemed to reach upward.
It would be good to have his powerful arms embracing her, letting her know once again how much he loved her. After all, how many women, after fifteen years of marriage, had husbands who loved them as if they were still teenage girls?
Silently feeling embarrassed because of her senses, keeping her back to her husband, Barbara slowly let her nightgown shoulder straps slip down. The pink bodice of the garment fell away from the large, white softness of her lovely breasts. She trembled hearing her husband gasp, behind her. It was a loud gasp, filling the entire room, traveling through the bedroom wall, and reaching the ears of the innocent young twins. Both lay there, remaining absolutely still, trying to picture what was happening.
Barbara felt the cool air touch the tips of her nipples, and for a moment they started to contract. Then they began swelling from the burning desire inside her.
Standing, her back still to her husband, she wriggled the nightgown down over her hips, exposing the tantalizing crack between her buttocks, making her husband's figurative tongue hang out a little farther. He loved what seemed like the sculpted perfection of her rounded asscheeks, neither too large nor too small, but with a nice, gluteal cushion built in. She clenched her cheeks tightly together, forbidding him to see the brown pucker of her anus. She felt it was terrible for anyone to see that part of her.
Sliding under the covers, she lay down and turned to face him. She didn't want to see him looking at her total nudity. But Fred was not to be put off, tonight. He tugged back the covers, letting her marble-white beauty fill his eyes. She was a stunning vision, and Fred would never be able to understand why she always tried hiding her loveliness.
He gazed at the wonderfully seductive curves of his wife, enjoying her beautiful nakedness. Christ! She had to be the most beautiful woman ever created.
Feeling helpless with her husband's eyes on her, Barbara decided to cover herself the only way she could; with him. She knew he wanted her to sound as seductive as she looked, but she insisted on always being the lady. No matter how much she felt the urge for his throbbing penis, no matter how dearly she wanted it inserted in her womanly tightness, she had to behave with a certain decorum.
"Come into me, Fred," she said, her voice barely carrying through the walls for her listening daughters to hear. "Come, darling. Take me!"
In the dimly lit room, Barbara felt and saw her husband inching closer and closer to her. She was now flat on her back, furiously blushing because her thighs were spread wide apart, and the coolness of the sheet under her seemed more apparent than ever.
Fred's thick, heavy cock seemed to bulge away from his body, and Barbara trembled a little, looking forward to feeling it inside her. It was always wonderful to feel the rigid pale invade her body. Even on the wedding night, when all she was supposed to feel was pain, there had been nothing from pleasure, perhaps because she had a little bit of masochist inside her and gloried in the small hurt he had inflicted on her to bring her to her first orgasmic summit. Now her vaginal scabbard waited to contain his masculine sword.
"Honey," Fred whispered, hovering over her. "You are about to be devoutly and consummately fucked."
"Fred ... don't ever speak like that," Barbara shouted, suddenly feeling the entire mood broken. "You know I hate that kind of talk. You know it...."
"I told you we would fuck," he snapped. "And it's about time you came to realize it's a perfectly good expression. Now I'm tired of pussyfooting around your pretty little cunt. After all these years I think I have the right to say, spread those luscious thighs so I can ram my hot prick into that fiery little cunt-oven down there."
Barbara huddled, trying to withdraw into herself. Fred had never spoken to her this way, before. This was a mood she knew nothing about. She began shaking and nervously twitching, but Fred purposely ignored this reaction. She had to grow up sometime, and this was as good a time as any. He wanted her to open upmentally as well as physically, and he decided tonight was a good a night as any for it to happen. Hell! He was dying for a rough-tough fuck, and if he didn't jam his throbbing cock into the seething depths of her snooty little pussy, shortly, he figured his cock might just blow up. So he threw himself roughly on top of her and pressed against the tenderness of her bare, soft belly, squashing so solidly against her she cried out, more for surprise than pain.
"Fred...."Barbara snapped at him. "Not so rough ... easy...."
"Honey," he said, loud enough for the girls in the next room to hear, "I want that hot little beaver of yours tightly wrapped around my aching cock. Yes, honey, cock! That's just what it is, a cock. And sooner or later you're going to call it that. But right now I can't put off any longer. I have to do it my way for a change, and not your way."
Barbara heard a strain in her husband's voice that had never been there, before. He had a tremendous desire for his voluptuous, blond mate, and it was scrawled all over his straining face. His hands moved up and covered her large, ripe breasts, squeezing, crushing, messaging and fondling the soft, full flesh. His palms ground into her nipples as he pressed his pelvis into hers, rubbing the long, hard length of his pulsing dork against the pink tenderness of her juicing twat.
His mouth grounded itself against hers, his tongue stabbing between her teeth with unaccustomed roughness. When he ended the kiss, he was still breathing into her mouth, as he said, "You're my wife, Barbara. You're mine to use and be used any way I want."
He was terrifying her, and she felt like a helpless rag doll, completely unable to control herself. Frightened as she was at this moment, she would do anything he wanted.
"Come on, honey," he gasped, falling back on his knees. "Roll over ... roll over onto your belly ... thatta girl ... now, up on your knees ... come on, come on, you can do it ... hurry darling, hurry...."
His hands had roughly spun her onto her belly, and were now hoisting her ass high in the air, making sure she kept herself balanced on her forearms and knees. His hands firmly gripped her rounded hips, and the smooth nakedness of her asscheeks waved before his face. They moved so temptingly he kissed each buttock, and Barbara began blushing furiously, feeling a blend of anger and embarrassment push out any desire she might have had left. She felt like a store dummy being maneuvered into this terrible, humiliating position. It was embarrassing and awful, and for a moment she thought back to what her mother and grandmother had taught her.
Men! They're all alike, No matter how nice they seem to be, every one of them sooner or later acts like an animal to satisfy his lusts.
For fifteen years she had been able to laugh at that, snapping her fingers and pointing out what a wonderful husband she had. But now, for the first time, her kind, gentle, considerate husband had turned into a growling animal, and a tremor ran through her kneeling, nude form as she realized he was treating her like some kind of sex slave ... making her utterly dependent on his mercy. She realized if she stopped him now, he might comply with her wishes, but then he would be morose and difficult to get along with. Once, when they had been married less than a month, she had gotten him all heated up, and had abruptly decided not to let him satisfy his lusts. He didn't harm her, nor did he scream, but for the next three days he refused to talk to her. And even when she finally let him use her body, he still remained unmollified. It took a month for their relationship to return to the high plain on which it had been prior to her refusal of him. She swore she would never let that happen again, no matter how he debased her. But until tonight, he had never been overly aggressive. No matter what happened, she knew she had to satisfy him, some way or other. But God! She didn't want him to go on abusing her this way.
Fred was gasping heavily, leaning over her back, breathing on her neck. The two girls in the other room could hear their father's heavy panting, and wished they could see what it was that aroused him so much. Inside, each girl was trembling, not knowing what it was she felt, nor why she really felt it, but she did know she wanted to learn more about what her parents were doing.
Barbara strained forward as she felt her husband lean into her back. She clamped her thighs and buttocks tightly together, the muscles in her body straining as she seemed to realize just what it was he was going to do. She felt his hands reach beneath her, moving forward until they cupped her full, dangling breasts, pressing them upward sftid rolling the little pink nipple between his working fingers. In spite of herself, Barbara started when she felt his fingers squeeze her nipples. Her breasts had always been unusually sensitive, and her husband always seemed to know this, and took full advantage of the fact. He continued rolling the tootsie roll shapes of her nipples while he pressed his thighs more and more against her round, strained buttocks. The swollen thickness of this trembling cock pressed into the tightness of her unyielding crevice, rubbing up and down again and again until she finally surrendered and relaxed her asscheeks just enough for him to press his stiff wand between them.
"Unnnggghhh!" Barbara gasped, feeling totally helpless, sensing the cock pulse lasciviously against her exposed flesh as she uncontrollably found herself grinding her tender body back against it. His rubbing hands on her beasts were driving her insane with a newly built passion, and she writhed back in an uncontrolled, erotic motion, because that was the direction his pressuring hands guided her. Heat was starting to well up inside her, and though she had no desire to enjoy this performance, bringing herself down to the level of a cheap street whore, tiny sparks of insane static caused unwanted desire to seemingly shoot from her nipples, while electrical currents of wanton lust zigzagged through the rest of her body.
God! Oh God! She suddenly felt more obscene and open than she had ever felt in her life. It wasn't enough for him to make her bare her body to him. He seemed to be looking at her naked soul. Oh God! God! The day had been wonderful. It had been Sunday and they had been on a picnic, and everything had seemed so delicately delightful, what with the girls being around and all, and now her husband was ruining it all with his crassness. The wicked, evil streak in him had finally come out, and the worst part of it was, it was trying to bring out the evil streak in her, as well.
Now she felt his hands sliding lower along the trimness of her narrow waist, his fingers gripping it for a moment, then sliding lower to grip the fullness of her white hips. Little by little he slid his hands in under her, reaching for her furry mound, digging his fingers into her tender flesh.
"Hey," he gasped. "Your hand. Give me your hand."
"Why?" she wanted to know, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Just give it to me, honey. Come on. Reach behind you and get a good grip on my cock ... slip it into your cunt."
"My God! How disgusting. You want to do this like two dogs? Never! Never!"
Two dogs! The twins had seen dogs performing coitus, and they tried to imagine their parents back-to-back, but somehow the picture was impossible for them to conjure. No, their mother must be referring to some other kind of position.
"Sweetheart, darling, angel, lovely Barbara," Fred whispered. "I love you. You love me. Who cares how we do it as long as we both enjoy it? Come on, grab it and stuff it into you. You know you want it. You know it. Come on, honey."
Barbara sighed, feeling more erotic currents shoot through her, and finally, telling herself she was doing this merely to end it all the more quickly, she seached behind her, grabbed her husband's swollen cock, and felt the heated pulsations shooting through it. Each time she touched it she was amazed at the size of it. Each time she felt it it always seemed bigger than the time before. She knew that was impossible, but she also realized her mind found it impossible to visualize the true thickness and length of her husband's cock when she wasn't with him. She always wondered if she could take it all inside her, but somehow or other she always managed to do so. God! Sometimes she thought he would rip her cervix wide open fitting it into her, but it never had, and deep down, she knew it never would.
Fred's fingers squeezed her ass at the top of her reluctant thighs, letting her know he was overanxious to fit his hard cock into her. God! This would be the first time they would be doing something other than the standard man-on-top position. The first time in fifteen years. Fred was excited. All his life he had been a faithful husband. Not that he hadn't had plenty of opportunities to cheat, but somehow the women with whom he could have cheated came nowhere near his wife. Better to fuck her the standard way than to go into all the different ways of the Kama Sutra with some woman not nearly as good. But now, at last, even if it was against her will, he was finally bringing her around to doing something other than the usual simple screwing. True, a simple screwing with Barbara was still a wild experience, but something different with her would be even better, of only because it was different.
His hands squeezed her buttocks again, anticipating what was about to happen, and the pressure was so great, Barbara whimpered from it. She bit her lips to hold back the tears as she bitterly pressed the heavy, mushroom-shaped head between her open vulva, feeling the pressure make her tighten the elastic ring of vaginal muscle for a moment. Her heated cunt-slit was trembling, feeling so naked and helpless against this antagonist which would shortly fight its way into her. Oh God! She shuddered, trembling to think she should be in so obscene a position.
Fred's thick, probing phallus began a slow, teasing motion against her way, open cuntal labia. It moved around as it pressed in, as if squeezing all kinds of hidden lubricant from her tensed walls. He pushed slowly, because her interior was still as virginally tight as it had been the night he had finally opened her up. Little by little he pushed in deeper, forcing the squeezing walls to reluctantly part.
"Uuunnnggghhh Godddddd!" Barbara gasped, her fingers still encircling the base of the invading member, feeling it broaden as it pushed its way into her. She groaned again and again, her voice sounding strangled and coming out from between gritted teeth.
In the next room, the two virginal teenage girls felt their hearts beating in their breasts as they almost felt the thrills they believed their mother was enjoying. The groans and moans were sounds they recognized as utterances of pleasure. Barbara, without realizing it, through all her anguish, was truly enjoying everything being done to her.
The thrusting cock was slowly forcing its way up inside her tight, crushing vaginal tunnel, moving ever forward, plunging deeper and deeper into the citadel of her quivering body. Her hair-protected outer libia were being stretched more and more widely as the long, weightly phallus slid deeper and deeper into the teeming depths of her tight, vaginal passageway. The large, blood-swollen head was pushing the pink inner tunnel-flesh along before it in strong, rippling waves, and each ripple caused her to feel a stronger thrill. But her mind objected to enjoying cohabitation this way, andmentally changed the pleasure to pain. Each push of his strong cock into her caused hermental pain because her body was straining so hard to enjoy it.
"Please...." she was begging...."please ... Fred ... not this way ... not this way ... let me turn on my back ... please ... you're going in ... uhhhhhh ... too deep, this way ... ooooooh ... you're too big ... uhhh...."
But all her crying fell on deaf ears. Her fingers, like talons, clutched the sheet beneath her as she strove to at least keep her balance. She could hear her husband panting like a wildly excited beast as he continued powering his prick into her sopping, drooling cunt from behind. His hard, spiking penis seemed to drive deeper and deeper into her unprotected belly as her open vaginal lips continued involuntarily sucking on its base.
Her mouth gasped in helpless torment all dredged up from her mind. There was additional pain in knowing her husband had continued thrusting his solid dork into her teeming depths even after she had pleaded with him to stop. This just wasn't like him. And the way his pile-driving cock continued to press into her made her realize he had no intention of stopping until he was satisfied. Her entire body trembled with helpless humiliation. This was a horrible nightmare. It couldn't be real. Even though the head of his enormous penis was not quite touching her cervix, it was drilling into her as if going in far deeper than ever before. God! She felt like a butterfly being pinned to a mounting card as the shaft of his shuddering cock probed all the more deeply into her seething cunt. She wept, turning her head from side to side, feeling the sheet under her wet with tears. Her breath was coming in long, loud gasps. Her heart and pulses were wildly throbbing inside her, threatening to tear through her breast and temples. For the first time she began feeling more than humiliated. She began feeling angry, and had it not been for the girls, she might well have even considered a separation. He was treating her like a tramp out of the gutter.
But there was just so much self-punishment Barbara could inflict. After awhile, even though she wanted to deny it, the movement of his throbbing cock in her sopping cunt was becoming too strong for her to deny. What really made her realize her aches and pains were imaginary was the way her husband was probing into her with his throbbing penis. Instead of wildly pounding it back and forth in her body as he did when they joined in the standard position, he was fucking his lust-stiffened shaft slowly, rhythmically, and gently in and out of the velvety confines of her widely opened pussy. Gradually, Barbara came to realize she had never felt pain. It had all been imaginary, solely because she had wanted to feel it. As her gasping slowed down a little, the fire in her lungs was not searing agony, but burning pleasure. And she had to admit, in this position she was better able to take his weight. And as his moving cock continued its tender rummaging inside her, a new, warm delight began to fill her entire being, suffusing her with thrilling sensations she had never known before. This new position made his moving cock touch nerve-endings never before massaged. She still tried to find reasons to be angry to justify her not wanting to use this position. Her husband was now using her as an object to satisfy his masculine lust rather than as a wife. He was behaving as a strange man might with a whore. The position was a rude, ungentlemanly one ... Ohhhhhh Goddd! New, wild, unfamiliar thrills were racing through her widely opened viginal walls.
Little by little she began rocking her buttocks from side to side, and then gradually as Fred's movement inside her became more and more rapid, building excitement to a new pitch she had never before known, she began writhing, twisting, turning, slamming her cushioned cheeks into him, and matching the motion and beat of his thick, long peter as it pounded into her body, moving deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss ... Fred ... Fred ... Fred ... mmmmmm ... uhhh ... don't stop now ... ooooooh ... don't ever stop ... uhhhhhh...."
Excited by the sound of their mother's voice, the twin girls writhed in bed, spinning, churning, rotating, almost slamming against one another, yet not knowing enough to do anything with their hands. At one point they clung to one another, clutching each other tightly, but they had no idea of anything else to do.
Thrilled by his wife's response, Fred began pounding more strongly in an out of his wife's tight, clasping, sucking pussy, feeling the welcome her heated vaginal interior was now giving him each time the head of his pulsating whang sank its full length into her. Her interior walls clung tightly to the thrusting pole of his trobbing prick, giving him a sense of strength and enjoyment he had never had with her before. He was finally the total master of his own bedroom.
Beautiful bitch, he thought to himself. You're wonderful, and I love you, but in one respect you 're like all other women. Whether you like it or not, you were meant to be fucked!
With deep, powerful thrusts he pounded against her responding asscheeks, his lancing phallus totally disappearing each time into the deepest part of his kneeling, bucking wife's accepting pussy.
"Barbie, Barbie, Barbie...." he gasped. "You're wonderful. You still have the greatest cunt in the whole wide world!"
His fingers gripped her thighs all the more tightly, feeling the soft, white, womanly flesh yield to him. He could feel his hard penis enlarging with every hard, deep thrust, and the noisy grunts coming loudly from his throat sounded like erotic love chants. They could be heard through the walls, and the two blond girls on the other side, in their own bedroom, clung to one another all the more possessively, wanting to find some way to relieve their own excitement, but not quite knowing how to do it."
"That sweet little pussy of yours ... uhhh ... really knows how to ... ahhh ... grip a man...." he grunted to his wife.
Yeah! This was real fucking and not the simple act of pumping a cock into a cunt. This was what it was all about. It was something different. It was a breakthrough, and what made it important was the fact his wife was accepting it. Not only that, but if she accepted this, she would soon learn to accept other things. God! Just imagine being able to feel her wrap her precious lips around his cock. The one time he had suggested that, she had gone and thrown up in the bathroom. Well, having gotten her to go this far, her would soon have his hard cock pushing down her throat. And knowing his wife as he did, Fred was certain she would love it. Not only that, but she would really go ape when he was finally able to lick her swampy pussy. She always kept it cleaner than the inside of a computer. But she had always denied him access to her channel. What she needed was a little force. He had seen that, tonight. And he was going to give it to her every which way possible, for now on.
Under him, his wife, still on her hands and knees, bucked her round ass back against his hairy thighs. Internally, she was still struggling helplessly with the passion totally overwhelming her. She was trying to feel ashamed, and the guilt would not manifest itself, at least not now.
She felt Fred's thumbs press slowly outward, stretching the soft, white globes of her undulating buttocks, tugging them even farther apart so he could see the pink, wet folds of her no-longer-resisting vagina tightly cling to his throbbing cock. God! Because of this position, her cervix did protrude a little less, and as a result, he was really able to sink his thrusting cock considerably deeper into her womanly tunnel. God! He had never ploughed this deep into her before, and being able to do so was another milestone in his marriage. Grinning wickedly, he rammed his hairy pubis forward, raising himself the littlest bit, allowing the solid, sinking shaft of his throbbing cock to sink its last remaining half-inch into her tight depths, Now, and only now did his rubbery head touch her cervix. Each time he tugged it back, he tugged it all the way back until only his corona remained inside her seething hole. Then he would once again power it into her. Her slurping pussy was welcoming his thrusting cock back into her each time he powered'it forward. Even though her mind was confused, there was no confusion as far as her body was concerned. It could feel the thrilling orgasm deep down inside, and at this moment the only way to bring it up and out into the open was with the pumping action of her husband's strong cock. God! Her body was beginning to crave that feeling.
Fred ground his naked hips right up against her pillowy asscheeks, rotating the thickly probing head around and around, over and over, doing his best to try and widen the tight, crushing internal passageway. His motion finally got to the woman.
Barbara felt herself going to pieces. She was uncontrollably squeezing her inner cuntlips tightly closed around the throbbing base of his tingling cock, feeling maddening pinpricks of uncontrollable sensation work their way through her tender body. She thrilled to the weight of his testicles slapping against her clitoris, something she had never felt before. The huge, pounding, throbbing penis lustfully slammed into her sucking channel again and again, feeling wonderfully content.
Barbara was lost in a mind-spinning daze of wonderful thrills. Blistering passion was building faster and faster in her body. She no longer thought about the debasing position she had assumed, and anxiously spread her welcoming thighs a bit wider, moving her knees as far apart as possible. Beneath her hotly writhing torso her anxious breasts pressed solidly into the bed. She could feel her nipples, thick and solid, as her body was constantly buffeted forward by each pounding slam of her husband's thrusting prick. The smooth, tingling dome of his stiffened phallus rubbed tantalizingly against the resisting softness of her womb-opening, building a wild, insane pleasure she had never felt in all the years he had fucked her.
The sensation working through her was fantastic and unbelievable. Wild, ecstatic thrills trammeled through her naked body. She couldn't believe she was responding in such a strong way to this crude, animalistic joining. This was, after all, nothing more than a rape of her body by her husband. Yet, at this point she would have it no other way. She wanted him to do this. The subservience she felt was almost thrilling. When it came to something like this, she realized she still had a lot to learn, and she realized it might be time to let her husband teach her. Her being in control of their sexual situations had resulted in her husband's frustrated buildup over all these years. He was taking it all out on her body. If she left control of their sexual pleasures to him, she might well learn things she'd never known, before. There were new, different pleasures waiting to be felt. For some strange reason she now welcomed all this. What he was doing was building her inner orgasm to unbelievable heights. Her vagina was pulsating insanely around the throbbing pole thrust into it. She was on fire inside, and the only way to extinguish her inner flame was with the chemical compound shooting from her husband's hose. She had to have it, and as quickly as possible.
"I'm ... uhhh ... almost there...." she gasped. "Almost ... almost...."
She was calling back to her husband, but her voice once again carried through the walls. Her twins clutched each other, wondering what it was like to feel what their parents were undergoing. What kind of sensations ran through a body at a time like that? How did one go about finding it out?
Fred saw the tendons in his wife's neck tautly stretch and realized she was on the verge of her orgasm. He clenched his teeth and let his weighty body fall against hers, pressing her into the bed, yet managing to push his arms around her thighs and deep them partially elevated so he could angle his powering cock deeper and deeper into her taut body. He thrust into her sucking quim like a maniac, thrilling to her squeals, knowing he was finally able to get through to her.
"Go, Go, Go," he screamed. "Come on, honey, squirt that oily stuff all over my cock. Give it to me!"
The immense, fleshy stiffness of his thrusting cock continued hurrying in and out of her tender body, and his sperm-swollen testicles continued massaging her anxious clitoris, providing another area of stimulation. His pelvis ground into the widespread crevice between her buttocks. Together they worked to reach the top, nakedly thrusting and heaving against one another with his belly pressed into luscious asscheeks. His swollen, burning cock drove all the way into her, feeling itself being devoured totally inside the slavering, sucking confines of her heated nookie.
Barbara's hot, wet vaginal walls clung more strongly to his phallus each time he drove it in, making his retreat that much more difficult. The tightness let Fred know his wife was on the verge. A thrust or two more, and she would be over the rainbow. He could feel his own heavy sperm starting to leap forward, through the tube in his cock. The moving phallic pole built the ecstatic thrills in Barbara's simmering pussy to the ultimate peak as the jism began spurting into her.
"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed. "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
He felt his wife's hot, orgasmic oils gushing around his driving plunderer, flowing along its entire length, then seeping down his taut, dangling sac as the testicles within rapidly drained.
Barbara was gasping and whimpering, writhing madly under him, thrilling to the licentious sensations of his strong hosings as the white male cream rapidly filled her deep cunt to overflowing.
"EEEAAAGGGHHH!" she bellowed, feeling the throbbing sensations totally overwhelm her. Pleasure flooded her, then drained out of her, sapping her energy, and at the same time temporarily sucking out the sinful thrills, as well.
Good! she thought. My God! It's so good!
Laying there, Barbara surrendered her entire body to the bed, totally drained. She was spread-eagled under the still-thrusting body of her anxious husband, feeling his weighty, sweating body all over hers. And God! It was still good. She felt his burning breath on the nap of her neck, and it tickled her. At the moment, she was totally oversensitive. Under her crotch, on the bed, she could feel a growing pool of wet stickiness. Her hair, which she had carefully brushed was now plastered all over her forehead. But inside she felt an unprecedented happiness, and she began to realize there might indeed be more to life than that which her mother and grandmother had told her.
Fred remained on top of his wife, feeling cool air wash over his sweating back to counter the heat he felt from his wife's body, under him. His eyes were shut and he was breathing heavily, and he knew if his wife could hear his thoughts, she would pack up and leave. Now, for the first time, he suddenly realized he hadn't been thinking of his wife as he'd fucked into her. Doing it this new way had created the illusion he was fucking the young virgin she had been fifteen years earlier, and the only girls who now looked as his wife had at that time, were his daughters. He had pictured himself fucking one of his little girls as he had pounded his wife. Which one? He didn't know. They both looked exactly alike. One would be as good as another. God! He wanted to fuck them both. He should have felt ashamed of himself for thinking such thoughts. But he didn't. And as he lay there, he knew with certainty the day was not far off when he would fuck Ronda, Wanda, or both.
CHAPTER TWO
The twins did look exactly alike. Almost all identical twins have a slight difference, but it wasn't so in the case of Rhonda and Wanda. Naturally, their mother had dressed them alike in their youth, and the two had continued dressing the same way as they got older. Actually Wanda continued dressing like Rhonda. Rhonda had the stronger personality of the two, and could bring her sister around to her own way of thinking any time it pleased her to do so.
Wanda had feelings, wants, and desires of her own, but she was a timid girl, and as a result, kept her feelings hidden. Because of her timidity, Wanda had remained close to her sister as they started high school. But as the term progressed, each girl began to realize despite their physical resemblances to one another, they were two entirely different beings, with different likes and dislikes. Rhonda, the more outgoing of the pair, liked being with other girls after, school, talking about boys, going to the malt shoppe, and even talking to boys. Wanda was the more studious of the two. More than a little shy, she avoided boys as much as possible. She felt she wasn't ready for them. This wasn't to say she was emotionally backward or not as well-developed as her sister. When she and Rhonda lay in there bed, listening to their parents, both had a strong curiosity to witness what was happening. It had not yet occurred to either to become directly involved in sexual activity. The only girl they knew to do that was Jane Norton, and what Jane did with the boys was spread all over the high school. It followed neither girl wanted her reputation compromised, and both were careful.
But if either of the girls would have become involved with a male, the school would have bet on Rhonda. It never occurred to anyone Wanda really had a mind of her own. And the last person they would have thought her to become involved with was her own father.
Often, on a Friday afternoon, Fred Menscher closed his shop and went home early. He did this because Saturday was a very busy day. He owned an antique shop, and people were always coming in and selling and buying the oddest things.
The bout he'd had with Barbara, his wife, the previous Sunday night, had only whetted his appetite for more of same the following days, but Barbara was still too staid to believe in weekday sex. So Fred had gone to work as horny as the proverbial bull moose. Nor did it help to see a half dozen sexy-looking housewives come into his store during each day. More than one had hinted, at one time or another, that she was available for "partying" if Fred was interested. But Fred knew better than to fool around with customers. Still, watching the way they were wiggling their butts did increase the heated condition he was feeling, and at three-thirty he decided to close the store, go home, and boff Barbara whether she liked it or not.
Reaching home, he walked into the kitchen and found Wanda drinking a glass of milk and eating a piece of chocolate cake. He followed her into the living room and watched her sit on the sofa, tucking her legs under her. God! She had really developed. Sheeshl She looked fantastic in her plaid mini-skirt and red blouse.
"Where are your mother and sister?" he asked, taking off his tie.
"Rhonda's at the malt shoppe," Wanda replied, letting him know who she was. "Mom went to the beauty parlor. She won't be back for about two hours."
Fred felt himself starting to perspire. God! Just looking at his golden-haired girl, sitting there, eating the last piece of cake and licking her fingers made his cock throb insanely. Christ!
"Tell me," he asked, perching himself on the arm of the sofa where she was sitting, "has your mother ever had a talk with you about boys?"
"She told me to stay away from them," Wanda replied.
"I mean, has she ever discussed the birds and the bees with you?"
"Oh, daddy, I learned all about that in sex education class this term."
Jesus! She was stunning. If he had any brains he would pick himself up and go take a cold shower. But looking at the young girl, he knew he couldn't. He had to fuck her! No, he had to do more. He had to do things with her her mother wouldn't do. God! If she'd only let him lick her pussy. Christ! If he could get that far with her, the rest would be easy. She was his daughter, but she was too beautiful to let some other man despoil. He had to fuck her himself, first.
With Rhonda he might not have been so forward. The older twin seemed more set in her ways than Wanda. But Wanda was innocence, itself, and the idea of taking that innocence, of having her virtue seemed suddenly overpowering. Lord! He knew he was beyond self-control. If anyone else in the world ever learned what he was trying to do with his daughter, he'd be brummed out of the community. Yet he had to do it, and was more, he knew he could do it.
"I think you and I should have a heart-to-heart," he told her, sliding onto the sofa beside her, putting his arm around her.
Wanda moved back a bit, not quite knowing what to think at this point. It didn't occur to her her own father was trying to seduce her, but she was slightly irritated by his closeness. Not that he hadn't hugged her before. But this time it seemed so ... different. And when he did put his other arm around her, she felt her heart start to flutter. She didn't know why. After all, this was her daddy. He would never harm her.
"Don't ... be afraid of me, honey," he whispered.
"I'm ... not ... afraid," she replied, though she had to admit his telling her not to be afraid did cause her a little anxiety. Wast was he up to? What was he trying to do?
And then his mouth was gently pressing against hers. Little by little she felt the kiss becoming more and more intense, and for some strange reason she found herself responding. Maybe she should have been scared, but she couldn't bring herself to feel frightened. In fact, feeling her daddy kiss her this way, she felt good, very good. She felt the heated saliva from his mouth mixing with hers as his lips opened, forcing hers to do the same. When his hand slid over firm, girlish breasts, she found herself moving, but to make it easier for him to touch her there. For some strange reason she felt as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She liked it, she liked it a lot. There was a certain something between her daddy and herself. She found her mind spinning wildly, knowing, deep down, her mother would disapprove of what her daddy was doing, yet excited all the more by this fact. His hand was sliding under her blouse, tugging it out of her skirt, sliding underneath, caressing her breast as he pushed her bra up so his fingers could at last feel the warmth of her flesh. And then his hand was undoing the zipper on her mini-shirt.
"Daddy!" she gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No ... no ... it's just that we should go up to a bedroom, where no one'll see us if they walk in."
Fred accepted his daughter's wisdom and picked her up in his arms. He carried her up to the guest bedroom and shut the door, locking it. Then he placed her on the bed and slowly, very slowly, he began undressing her. She felt thrilled to be the object of her daddy's lust ... it was wonderful, and yet she kept wondering if it was really happening. She offered no resistance at all as he peeled off her outer garments. She suddently felt as if something like this had been fated from the beginning of time. Wanda was a strong believer in fate. And it all felt so wonderful. Everywhere his fingers touched her she felt on fire, especially when he palmed her naked, quivering, youthful breasts. Then he touched her flat, young belly, and she felt violent shudders trammel their way through her. And his hands wandered delicately over her thighs, her hips, and even down to her calves. Then his fingers moved up to tantalize the nape of her neck, and she suddenly realized she had that same funny feeling she'd had last night, when she and Rhonda had held one another very tightly. She was on fire inside. Her eyes were almost closed, and she was gasping, realizing she wanted her daddy to do all kinds of things. She didn't know what kinds of things, but he knew, and she wanted him to do them.
A new shudder seemed to blast through her when he kissed the side of her throat. His nervous, moving fingers continued running all over her, but it was his kisses which were driving her wild. His lips felt so hot and moist all over her body, and she found herself pressing her body to him, wanting to feel as if she were a part of him. He continued caressing her small, delicate, breathtakingly beautiful form. His tongue trailed along her chest, sliding between her firm, pointed breasts.
To Fred, she was her mother all over again. The breasts were smaller, but they would grow. In the meantime, the firm, pink nipples and arreolae were exact duplicates of her mother's, and when he finally sucked her berry-like nipple into his mouth, she even tasted like her mother ... soft and sweet.
"Oh!" she continued gasping, mewling her delight as he continued building little bonfires of lust in her delicate body. His moving hands enhanced the thrills she was feeling beyond any sensation she had ever known. Soon, only her nylon panties, shoes, and socks remained.
Now he was touching and kissing the gentle curve of her belly, careful not to approach the damp triangle of lint-like hair, beneath. Her white, slender, column-like thighs were trembling, as if anticipating what he was thinking. Yet the girl didn't know what to think. What was her father thinking? What did he have in mind?
He remained silent, allowing his tongue to tickle her navel and make her squirm, almost as if he had thought all this out in advance and knew what had to be done. Even as he continued softly rubbing his lips against her tummy, he was slipping out of his own clothes, dropping everything on the floor near the bed. Only after all his own clothing had been removed, did he pull off her shoes, slide her socks down and off, and then hook his thumbs in the elastic wastband of the pink panties. He rolled them smoothly over her hips, tugging them from her buttocks and thighs, easing them past her knees, along her calves, over her ankles, and off.
Wanda found herself gasping, panting", almost wildly out of control. Now she knew why her mother gasped so loudly. And it was only the beginning. It all felt so wonderful.
When her father began slowly tugging her thighs apart, she offered no resistance. She watched his head move lower, feeling his hot breath on her fluttering blonde hairs, and now her own breath burned her lungs as she sensed her soft, exposed, moss-fringed vagina throb in anxious anticipation. Golly! Golly! Golly! Was he going to touch her there? Would he run his fingers up and down her outer crevice? Would he actually push a finger into her? She did feel his hands grip her asscheeks and slide her toward his face.
Fred was completely overwhelmed with the closeness of his daughter's precious body. She had a litheness, a grace, a simple beauty that was so much her mother's, he felt thrilled to the extent he had felt on his wedding night, when he had first possessed Barbara. This was something totally beyond expectation. He hadn't realized how much had been missing in his emotions, before. The years had almost dulled everything in him. Sunday night, for the first time, he had sensed a reawakening of his thrilled inner self, but today it was as if he had been totally reborn. This was going to be the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. He knew it was going to be fantastic.
His hungering mouth moved closer and closer to the puffy, light-haired mound of waiting cunt. He was anxious to taste her and unable to control himself. He stabbed his tongue between the thinly curling blond hair on her pelvis, touching the soft, tender pink slit of his young daughter's nakedly exposed pussy.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, her body trembling and pulling away at the unexpected moistness of the burning, flame-like touch. His hands firmly gripped her tender buttocks as his tongue slowly pushed forward, shaping itself into a little scoop. She felt something wet and soft, yet firm enought to part her inner libia and dredge into her young, untouched nookie. Little by little it slid more deeply into the tight, secret dungeon of her rampantly writhing cunt.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped again, turning and twisting. "Oh daddy, daddy, daddy...." she gasped.
He lanced his tongue as far into her virgin tightness as it would go, drinking the sap she was emitting, thrilling to its flavor. His tongue licked against all four inner walls, feeling her inner, pulsing lips almost tightly clamp themselves around his oral digit. His hands pressed her white thighs a little wider apart, as if trying to make more room for his dredging tongue. God! She tasted wonderful. At least her mother had taught the girl proper hygiene. Jesus! What a delicious pussy.
Wanda felt her entire body involuntarily tremble and shudder each time his scooping tongue sank into her, then withdrew, taking out the pearly fluid and swallowing it. She shuddered with each hot breath he breathed against her soft, moist lips, then thrilled as he used his tongue like a brush to "paint" the entire flat outer area of her seething cunt. When it rose to slaver over her clitoris, a new, blistering thrill shook through her as never before.
"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped, trying to pull away. She felt overpoweringly sensitive between her thighs, and she needed a moment to relax. But her father refused her that moment.
"Don't stop me...." he hoarsely whispered. "I have to keep on tasting it ... I must...."
The tender, hair-covered outer labial folds responded in tandem with her inner crevices, moving as if his licking tongue was giving orders. He sensed her already flooded interior becoming a hot swampy delight as she breathed more and more heavily, becoming more and more aroused. Her hands reached down and tangled themselves in his sparse hair, and he realized she was pulling him deeper and deeper between her thighs though she was unaware of what she was doing at the time.
Her anguished hunger seemed to increase with each passing second.
Fred continued licking and slurping and tonguing the sweet, tender area, occasionally pursing his lips together and sucking the sweet dew that was dribbling from her precious crack. In his early youth, prior to marrying Barbara, he had eaten one or two girls, but it had been so long, he thought he might have forgotten all the things to do. Now, as he sucked his daughter's slavering hole, his hungering brain realized he had forgotten nothing. He was enjoying this almost as much as she. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to feel how good the whole thing was. Then he would be able to ease his own aching balls by fucking .the girl, because the beautiful blond Wanda would understand why she might have to endure a minor pain for a short while.
His hard cock was shuddering between his thighs, as if anxiously trembling and awaiting it turn at this delightful, fresh, young vagina. It wouldn't be long before his stiff prong would crawl up between her thighs and enter the secret pink tunnel of delight. Thinking how it would shortly happen, he continued sucking her delicious, frothing hole. His lips made loud, obscene sucking sounds. Her long, excitedly straining thighs were widespread on either side of his body, her heels flailing the air.
Fred's hands reached up and surrounded the firm, small, girlish breasts of his sighing daughter, squeezing her solid nipples between his fingers as his mouth continued to work at the luscious cavern between her thighs. His hotly probing tongue seemed to alternate between flatly rubbing her simmering clitoris, and pushing into the burning, pulsing orifice of her tender cuntal center. The tongue slid in and out, moving back and forth over the tiny, desire-swollen bud of her youthful clit. He could feel his daughter starting to tense and he knew her orgasm was close at hand. She shuddered under the ravaging oral attack, no longer able to fight off the feeling her father's mouth had brought down on her.
Wanda's eyes opened for a moment to see her father's head pressed into her seething crotch. She saw the head bobbing up and down in time to the way his tongue was slurping through her. Then, with a low, wanton sigh from deep down inside her, she began humping her girlish pussy against his working mouth. She rammed steadily as if trying to tug in the entire tongue. The flooding passion-juice came spurting into his face as she screamed, "DADDDDDDYYY ... AAA-GGGHHH ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!"
Her body bucked wildly as her strong, slender white thighs clamped tightly around this temples, feeling tens of thousands of little goose pimples forming all over her smooth, white skin. Heavy beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead, while a slick film of sweat covered the rest of her orgasming body. Sobbing, screaming, sighing, her body totally out of control, she found herself caught in the midst of an insane holocaust. Her whitely straining loins jerked upward again and again as, with a scream of total, utter surrender she clamped them all the more tightly around his bobbing head, tugging his working mouth and tongue even deeper into her feminine pit. The lapping tongue continued dredging out the heavy, viscid fluid as the obscene oral digit continued flickering into her, repeatedly.
All thought was wiped from her mind at that moment. She belonged completely to her daddy, the man who was responsible for her coming into the world. His wonderful mouth was attached to the delicate part of her being, almost as if, now that he had helped bring her out of himself, he was trying to ease his way into her body. He was performing a wonderful rite, bringing her closer and closer to complete paradise. Her wanton, aroused, shameless torso thrashed insanely around as her hips continued pressing around the voraciously sucking mouth. Her pulsation, young vaginal opening offered its entire hair-lined fold of labial flesh, thrilling to he way his licking digit found all her inner crevices and licked them out. The tongue continued to unmercilessly lap and drink, and the young girl suddenly felt another orgasm completely overtake her.
"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, cramming her feminine flesh deeper and deeper into his anxious mouth.
Fred felt each delicate fold of vaginal meat seemingly melt into his anxious mouth. The warm wetness of his working lips set her entire world to spinning again and again, making her brain flash with a display of fireworks she would never otherwise see.
It felt so fantastic, Wanda was unable to stop herself from writhing. She was a total prisoner of the ecstasy shooting through her young loins.
"Oh wow! Golly! Oh wow!" she continued sighing.
Fred pressed his lips all the more tightly to her sweet snatch, enjoying the tingle of her fleecy cunt hair tickling his nose and cheeks. He continued sucking and licking, letting orgasm after orgasm shudder through her delicate frame. Only when he sensed her exhaustion did he finally release her sopping vagina from its oral prison.
"Honey," he whispered. "You have to have the best-tasting little cunt in the whole wide world. God! Was that good."
Wanda lay there, unable to move or speak for a few minutes. Her arms were wrapped around her father's body as he lay next to her, his twitching penis rubbing against her belly. She was acutely aware he had not experienced the same sensations as she, and as she regained her strength, she was determined to make her daddy as happy as he had made her.
"What about Mom?" she asked. "Don't you like the way she tastes?"
"Honey, your mother has never let me do this with her," he explained.
"Well, gee, how silly can she be?" Wanda wondered aloud. "I mean, this has to be the most terrific thing that's ever happened to me. How could mom refuse you?"
"Your mother thinks she's dirty down there, and she thinks I'm perverted for wanting to kiss her there. But one day soon, I'm going to do it to her, and when I'm finished, I have the feeling she'll never fight me off again."
"How about Rhonda? Does she like this, too?" Wanda asked.
"I've never done anything with Rhonda," her father replied.
"Gee, I'd have thought you'd go after Rhonda before coming to me," Wanda smiled.
"Why?" her father asked. "You're certainly no less lovely than your sister, and even if you have a quiet personality, it's every bit as nice."
"Do you really think so, daddy? Do you really think I'm nice?"
"Honey," he told her, gently tugging her thighs apart, "if I didn't think so, would I be doing something like this with you, now? I mean, if we're ever caught, I could be thrown in jail. This is against every law ever written. Yet I found you so attractive, I couldn't help myself. Do you hate me for it?"
"Daddy, of course not. You've made me feel super. Arid I want to do the same thing for you."
"How would you like me to do with you what I've been doing with your mother?" he asked.
"Gee, you're treating me just like a grown-up. Will it make you happy?"
"Of course," he nodded.
"Okay," she told him. "Let's do it."
He let her know ahead of time there would be a little pain, but it would be the last time she would feel any kind of hurt, inside. She told him not to worry, as long as he could end up making her feel as good as he had made her feel, before.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her, and she could taste her own vagina in his mouth. And now she understood why he was so eager to do this. She did taste good down there.
Little by little he positioned himself above her, between her thighs, and slowly lowered himself onto her. Now, for the first time, the young girl was able to appreciate the awesome stiffness of her daddy's hard, probing cock. It pressed against her soft, tender outer lips, trying to probe into the area where his much softer, more agile tongue had gone. She was about to be fucked ... yes, she knew the word. She had heard her father use it the other night, but she had also heard kids in school use it, and she was fully aware of the meaning of the word. And the best part of it was, she was going to be fucked by her daddy, the one man in the world who loved her and would be most gentle with her. But his warning about pain made her tense her body, preparing for the inevitable moment when it would come. She could feel the thick, smooth head of her daddy's throbbing penis rubbing against her sensitive clitoris. It felt good, but she realized she was too tense to really enjoy it, now.
"Easy, honey," he whispered. "Nice and easy. We'll get the hard part over with as quickly as possible, and it'll be a joyride all the rest of the way."
His penile point began gentle little up and down movements running the entire length of her smooth, wet gash, lubricating itself on her emissions. At one point, when his hard cock had reached the bottom of the scalloped slit, it began tentatively making its move, pushing into her. The heavy dome of the throbbing cock began pushing forward, slightly stretching her tight, virginal temple. Little by little it wormed its way forward, stretching her some more until the tip was halfway into her.
Wanda had expected much more pain. She didn't even feel uncomfortable at the moment. In fact, she rather liked the sensation of the solid onionshaped head pushing into her. Heck! She could take this all day long. It was wonderful. Even though she would feel her interior being widened it was ... fun.
Fred contented himself with moving the dome of his throbbing prong in and out of the wet, clinging furrow, building up his daughter's excitement more and more. Even though her last climax had completely faded away, new thrills, different sensations were beginning to slowly seep into her. The movement of his hot, hard flesh, pushing in the littlest bit, then retreating, made her feel as if a stalking leopard was trying to work its way into her womb, pacing back and forth, trying to decide when would be the most appropriate time. Golly! This was terrific. It was as different from his tongue, as his tongue had been from any love she had ever known, before. But it was no less exciting. She wanted more of it. She wanted to feel him push it all the way into her, filling her with its marvelous length and thickness. So this was what her mommy and daddy did all those nights. Oh, if only mommy knew how lucky she was, having a considerate man like daddy do this to her.
"Fuck me, daddy," she whispered, feeling an intense desire to be totally impaled on his throbbing lance.
Fred no longer bothered replying. He knew this was the moment of truth, and he had to get it over with as quickly as possible. For a few more moments he continued his maddening tantalizing of her vulva, moving his throbbing whang in and out, not hurrying, yet preparing himself. On his wedding night, he had psyched himself up before tearing through his wife's hymen, and all the tension had been for nothing since she hadn't felt a thing. But he was wise enough to know history would never repeat itself. Each woman was different. And his little girl could definitely be classified as a woman, in spite of her naivete and youth.
"Come on, daddy...." she begged. "Do it ... shove it all the way into me ... I can take it ... you'll see...."
But Fred only kissed his loving daughter's lips all the harder, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her so there was no way she could retreat. Then he slowly began inching his pulsing prong a little deeper, pushing the entire helmet into her, and pushing even more until two inches of throbbing prick were buried in her seething, aching young cunt.
Now, for the first time, Wanda began feeling a little discomfort. It felt delightful, yet ... the inner walls of her vagina, where his tongue had barely reached, before, were first being stretched. Golly! She'd never even had a chance to look at her daddy's prick. She'd never realized how broad it was. Maybe she should ask him to relax for a moment until she could accustom herself to his size. Maybe that would be a good idea.
"Okay," he told her, taking his lips from hers, lifting his body up, putting his weight on his palms and knees.
She braced herself, but all he did was once again withdraw the immense, throbbing head until it was all but out of her. He pushed it in again, only two inches, and her widening walls were glad to feel his plunge. The caress of her soft, pink interior thrilled his body, and it took a tremendous amount of self-control to keep himself from simply tearing through her young body. The pressure of her vagina on his throbbing dick was incredible. She felt, in many ways, so much like her mother.
Wanda moved in tandem with her father's thrusting penis. As he slid down, she arched up. Her excitement was starting to mount all over again. Yes, her young vagina could handle the immense bloatedness of her father's cock, after all. It merely took a little getting used to. She sighed and gasped, once more aching to feel all of him thrust into her. She wanted the full length, knowing her narrow chalice would stretch and comfortably hold his shuddering penis.
Convulsively, she forced her thighs wider apart as she arched up, and using both hands, tightly gripped the two cheeks of her father's ass. She slammed him down, hard, jamming him into her with violent force. Fred had been totally unprepared for his daughter's move. The huge, thick, lengthy cock slammed into her narrowness like a driving wedge until the huge, sperm-filled testicles slapped against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Aaaiiieeeyyyaaaggghhh!" she screamed.
It was as if a stream of white-hot flame had been spurted through her entire system. She felt rended apart by the blast of wicked energy. Sheer agony tore through her tender self, and she jumped and screamed as her shredded hymen was nailed into her depths by the powering prick. She opened her mouth to scream again, and Fred clamped his mouth over hers, absorbing the scream. Writhing from side to side, she wanted to throw her father off, to be free of the weight she suddenly felt crushing down on her. It was impossible to describe the agony she was feeling. Nothing could ever be this bad again ... nothing. When she found she couldn't release herself from the pin driven into her body, she gripped her father's back, her nails trying to cut into his flesh. Had they been a bit longer she would have torn wide, bloody, tell-tale swaths along his back. She did everything she would to free her tortured vagina from the throbbing spike probing into it, mercilessly pressing into the farthest reaches of her agonized interior. But each movement only caused greater pain, and eventually she realized the only way to stop feeling pain was to lie perfectly still. Even as she stopped moving, her muscles remained as taut as steel cables, and her trembling body felt the fiery hurt, everywhere.
Except for his pressing his mouth to that of Wanda's to keep her from screaming, Fred had remained motionless the entire time. He had not wanted to penetrate her this violently, but she had forced it. He was completely engulfed into her cuntal maw, and he knew the best thing was to leave it there and allow her agonized tunnel to accustom itself to his breadth. He felt her tears against his own cheek as he continued kissing her, but eventually he took his mouth from hers.
"I warned you," he whispered, looking into her wet eyes. "I wanted to do it a little easier with you, and keep the pain to a minimum. You were too anxious, my love. Now relax. Just relax and take it easy. That was one hell of a traumatic experience you've undergone, and the only way to wipe it away is to bring back all the pleasure you enjoyed before, only with greater intensity."
"Oh, daddy," she whispered. "It hurts so much! I never thought there would be this much pain."
"Why did you have to hurry it, my darling?" he asked.
"I wanted you to be proud of me, to really love me, to love me more than anything or anyone else in the world."
"You have a lot to learn," He whispered. "Let it be enough for you to know that at this moment I do love you more than anyone or anything." He didn't say he loved her so much because at the moment he was pressing into her seething little cunt, and when he would be fucking Barbara, she would be the one he would love most of all. He had no idea whether or not he would end up in this position with Rhonda. Feeling the intense delight of Wanda's cunt surrounding his cock built the urge in him to want to fuck his other daughter, as well. But that would only come with time. Right now, he had to concentrate of the wonder of filling this sweet daughter's precious cavity.
He became more loving than ever, kissing away her tears as he lay on top of her, saying, "Foolish little girl. I'm sorry you felt pain. Were it up to me, I would have spared you almost all of it."
"It's okay, daddy," she sniffled.
Oddly enough it was all right. In the past few seconds the searing fires had stopped running through her tender interior, though there was still a multitude of little aches in her. Still, in sexeducation class, the teacher had told all the girls the first time would be painful. Well, having experienced the pain, and knowing it was a one-time thing, she was able tomentally brush it aside. From the sighs and gasps of her mother, she realized this had to be a good thing, so the smart thing for her to do would be to completely relax, and maybe she would enjoy it as much as her father said she would.
Before, when she had told her father she had wanted all of him as far into her as he could go, she'd had no idea just how deep she was. Now she was fully aware ... she was deep, very deep, and he was filling up the entire inner space with his long thick phallus. She could feel the heavy inches of his pulsing cock throbbing away in her interior as if she now had another heart beating somewhere inside her. The pain was still bothering her, but it was rapidly fading, and her vagina felt stretched and filled to over-capacity.
And yet??? She suddenly felt a muscle deep down in her teeming vagina start twitching. It was keeping time with her daddy's throbbing penis. It began twitching more strongly now, and she felt her father's hard cock pulsate as if attempting to answer the twitch of her inner muscle. Now other muscles inside began pulsating and matching the twitch of her first muscle, and she could even feel her cervix move a little, rubbing itself against the elastic head of her daddy's probing penis.
At this point she felt she was a very simple machine inside. She no longer had to think about what was going to happen. Everything was going to operate smoothly, all by itself. The very core of her inner being was in her vagina. All thrills, all enjoyment, all sensations emanated from within. She suddenly became aware of everything around and on top of her. She could feel every pore of her father's flesh adhering to hers. The tickle of his dangling testicles against her perineum and asscheeks built greater sensations to higher peaks. She could even sense his stiff pubic and scrotal hair touching her outer labia, and the feeling began arousing her.
Wanda was afraid to start moving, but she did experiment with the movement of her inner muscles. She clenched her asscheeks, then tightened her thighs muscles. She put pressure on her heels, then carefully tilted her pelvis down a little. She felt the thrust-in rod move a little. Unnnhhh! It still hurt a bit.
Fred kept his weight on his elbows and knees, letting his young daughter keep the initiative, for now, he had enough to do, concentrating to keep himself from having a premature ejaculation. That would be the worst thing at this time.
Wanda tilted her pelvis again, and again she felt the stiff cock move inside her. It still hurt, but not quite as much.
Now Fred slowly began pulling the immense whang from his young daughter's quivering interior. Wanda, feeling an inch of cock slip from its place inside her, instantly thrust her body up to recapture it, only she moved a little too quickly and felt a little pain as she engulfed the seething length. The next time her father tugged an inch of cock out of her, she waited a moment before slowly, carefully, inching her way back up along the thick length of flesh rail. And this time, it didn't hurt. Each time he pulled back, she would respond by recovering the probing cock. No pain, no pain at all. What helped was the heavy lubricant in her tight vagina, mingled with her virginal blood. A smooth, warm oily coating washed all over the walls of her tight nookie, as well as along the steaming length of her daddy's flesh drill. He began moving with a regular rhythm, withdrawing an inch, pushing back an inch; withdrawing two inches, pushing back two inches; withdrawing three inches, pushing back three inches. Slowly, very slowly, and very carefully and gently the throbbing cock moved in and out of her tight, flushed pussy.
Wanda felt her inner body returning to thrilling life with a powerful vengeance. There was static electricity building in her young nipples, making them stiff and swollen. The thrusting pike of her daddy's masculinity was plunging forward and back in time to a rhythm only the two of them could feel. There was barely any soreness, now. Most of it had been replaced by the oncoming tingle she could feel. Electricity was shooting through her nervous system, reaching for her brain. Little by little she was raising and lowering her hips, speeding up her movement without being told. Her inner vagina was alive again, thrilling to each probing pressure, dancing wildly, enjoying the massive billy rammaging through it. Her interior muscles now clamped around the thrusting penis, gripping it, sucking on it, caressing and massaging it, not wanting to feel it escape from inside her. Golly! She was being royally, delightfully, wonderfully, and thrillingly fucked. She was loving every bit of it. Now she felt as if she were the aggressor, as her tight, sucking cunt felt it was hungrily devouring the full length of throbbing penis again and again and again.
The tempo was speeding up even more, but what made everything feel even better was the fact her daddy was plunging his mighty spear almost all the way in, then almost all the way out, moving through the tender walls of her clutching quim again and again, making her wetter and ever-more-sensitive inside. Her inner lips now flowered widely open to accept all of him. Her mind drifted back to all those night when she lay in bed with her sister, listening to her mother's sighs and moans. Now she knew why her mother gasped so, because her own vocal tones seemed to duplicate the sounds her mother had made. From now on, whenever she would lay in bed and listen to her parents, her mind would once again feel what her body was undergoing at the present time.
On the door of the guest room was a full length mirror, and from where she lay, Wanda could see all that was happening. She could see the way his pole rammed in and out of her fluted vaginal lips, and because of the way the afternoon sun struck her father's ass and her thighs, she could see the way her love-lips sucked on his male-bone, puckering outward on each of his withdrawals, then folding inward on each of his forward plunges. Each thrust was a welcome probe into her anguished, lonely cunt as the shining phallus, like a continually pumping oil drill, sank into the warm, dark depths of her squeezing interior.
Realizing his daughter no longer felt any kind of pain, Fred took complete control of the situation. Wanda was more than happy to let him do so. He was the experienced one; he knew what to do. Each movement of thrusting dong into her squishy interior was a velvety thrust building her toward the new orgasm she was seeking. Having experienced what it was like to come with her father's tongue inside her, Wanda knew the next climax would be even better. She was getting closer, climbing higher, still reaching, anxious to feel that ultimate thrill. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled them wickedly into her, knowing there would be no more agony no matter what happened. She could feel the overwhelming sensation starting to close in on her, and she found it to be unbelievable. Her inner self was totally being taken over by her daddy's plunging penis.
Her own upward thrusts were becoming more and more urgent, and she almost bit into her tongue. Her rich, pick aureolae began darkening into a suffused red as her aching nipples distended themselves even more. The first tremblings of an overpowering shudder began taking place deep inside her womb, where his thrusting cock couldn't even reach. She slammed her tender loins against her father's hardened prick as if she were hammering something into him rather than feeling him jam something into her. It was getting there getting there, at any moment....
"NOW!" she screamed, and her back arched up so high on the firm mattress, she literally raised her father along with herself as her knees tightly clamped themselves around his moving buttocks. One of her hands reached all the way down and around, grabbing for the dangling balls she felt beating against her asscheeks. Gripping them, she began squeezing, knowing a part of her had once lodged inside those golf ball-sized nuts. Hundreds of millions of other unborn brothers and sisters also lived there, aching to come out inside her. And they would do just that, but they would remain unborn, for she knew enough about douching to be able to cleanse them from inside her before one took root. She squeezed as if trying to pump the sperm from her daddy as she , herself, came.
"Now! Now! Now! EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed long and loud, throwing herself back on the bed, writhing from side to side. Her hands released everything and flung themselves wildly around, and her body twitched beyond control. Her feet and legs kicked wildly into the air as her knees bicycled around her daddy's thrusting body. Her mother's sighs filled her ears, but they weren't her mother's. They were hers. Her body continued wildly bucking like an untamed mare in heat. Through it all, a sensation of oneness built higher and higher in her, and she realized she and her father were united halves of a single being.
"Nothing will ever equal this again...." she gasped, but she was wrong as she felt yet another climax overwhelm her, and once again she screamed, "AAAIIIEEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!"
She felt her father's penis swelling, stretching her narrow interior wider and wider, until it suddenly blasted into her. Hot, flaming, burning spurts of fluid washed into her as she heard her daddy bellow, " A A A R RRGGGHHHAAAG-GGHHH!"
Her close, thrill-filled vagina began tightly contracting, crushing his shooting cock as if trying to squeeze it all out of him. To think, people, like the very world itself, were all born from the center of a blazing inferno. More and more sperm blasted into her moving belly as her pink, shell-colored pussy continued to vacuum in his molten flow. He fired so much into her, it began to overflow, and soon it was backing out and spilling down her white, thrashing thighs. She could feel the gooey fluid dripping onto her buttocks. Much of it seeped into the tight crack between and dripped into her anal center.
Her father still had his semi-rigid dork buried in her tight, twitching, pulsating pussy. She refused to let him out. Golly! She would have loved to go through the rest of her life this way. This was really something super-special.
The raging storm inside her was slowly subsiding. Little by little the thunderclouds were breaking up, leaving behind puddles and pools of white rain, but also making her feel as if her entire interior had been cleansed.
Her father still had his forward weight on his elbows, struggling to keep himself from falling on her. He was panting heavily, and she could feel his limp phallus ready to fall out of her. Only her own muscle control kept him inside her at this point. He was looking down at her with smiling eyes, and Wanda felt good, very good.
Fred should have felt guilty, but he couldn't. God help him, he simply couldn't feel bad about having fucked one of the most totally desirable females he had ever seen. Just because she was his daughter did not make her any less desirable.
CHAPTER THREE
Rhonda had really enjoyed chatting with the girls at the malt shoppe, but her watch told her it was time for her to hurry home. Her mother was insistent she set the table every night. It was a little price to pay, as far as she was concerned. Wanda was the one who had to carry out the garbage. Besides, it was Friday night, and she was allowed out to go to the movies. She didn't want to lose that privilege.
Seeing her father's car in front of the house didn't surprise her. He often came home early on Friday. Friday was a bad day at the shop. He always made up for it though, on Saturday. Maybe he and mom would be going to bed together that night, and she and Wanda would be able to listen again. That would be fun.
Entering the house, she was hurrying up the stairs to her bedroom to change into slacks when she heard the scream coming from the guest bedroom. She recognized the scream, having heard her mother yell that way many times at night when she was in bed with her dad. But the voice was not that of her mother. Besides, why should her mother and father use the guest bedroom?
Going into the room she shared with Wanda, she stayed out of sight, but kept her eyes on the guest room door. And five minutes later her eyes almost fell out of her head when she saw her father and sister emerge, both totally naked.
My God! she thought. How could Wanda do a thing like that? Worse, how could daddy do something like that to Wanda? This is terible!
She felt a horrible ache in her belly, and put it down to the wickedness of what she had witnessed. But the truth of the matter was, she was jealous of her sister.
She waited until her sister went into the bathroom and her father had gone into his own bedroom, then she sneaked down the stairs, opened the front door, and slammed it loudly, as if to announce she had just arrived. Then she went into the kitchen, carrying her sister's empty cake plate and glass of milk. On the way out, she picked up her father's tie and carried it upstairs. By the time she reached his bedroom, he was fully dressed and lying on his bed, as if taking a nap. She draped the tie on his doorknob, then returned to her own room just as her sister came out of the bathroom, also fully dressed. But there was a difference. Wanda had changed her hairstyle. She no longer had the page boy look. The bangs had been combed back, and her hair was parted on the other side, as if consciously trying to look different from her sister.
"Hi," Rhonda greated. "Boy, do you look different. Why the change?"
"I guess I just wanted to be myself," Wanda told her. "I mean, I think the time has come for us to stop acting like look-alike kids. We're growing up. We're individuals."
"Makes sense," Rhonda agreed.
Inside, she thought, Sure you want to be different. You want to make sure dad can tell you from me. Well, who cares, anyway? I don't have to fool around with my dad to learn things. There are plenty of guys who'd be more than happy to do things with me. I'm no bookworm.
But the jealousy ate into her like a chancre. And later that night, listening to her parents go at it while her sister slept soundly, she felt even more jealous.
CHAPTER FOUR
All her life, Barbara Menscher had been listening to other people who were supposed to "know better" than she. She finally realized her mother had been teaching her what her grandmother had taught, and she was on her way to teaching her own daughters the same outmoded thing. The previous night, in bed, her husband had insisted they adopt another position, with her on top of him, riding him, and it had been so much fun, she had enjoyed three separate orgasms before Fred had finally come. There was much more to be learned, and she knew her husband was intent on teaching it to her. But she was afraid. She knew he wanted her to suck his penis, and seeing how large and thick it was terrified her. She thought she would gag on it. The one time he had suggested it to her, she had thrown up. At that time, she had been sick at the thought of swallowing his sperm.
But since then, she had tasted it more than once, dipping her finger into pools of it on the bed and licking it off. She had come to like the taste very much. Still, the idea of letting him jam his throbbing meat all the way down her throat terrified her.
Lord! She wanted to make the man happy. She knew he would eventually get his way and make her suck the thing. The only way she might accustom herself to it would be to practice with a smaller one, first. Using a dildo would have been foolish. Yet to suck another penis meant betraying her marriage vows. This was another sin.
Sin? Damnit! Who had taught her about sin? Her mother, who had learned it from her mother. Sin? Hell! It was a sin if she got caught. But otherwise it was no sin. It was no sin at all.
Cousin Larry, who lived across the street, was a teenaged boy who was supposed to still have a small pecker. His sisters always laughed about it when they used to bathe him, when he was young. Larry had to live with his sisters because his parents had died not long after he had been born. He was only sixteen years old, and was as timid as most rabbits.
Perhaps it was because his penis was small that he never showed an interest in girls. Perhaps he was more interested in sports, thought he never actually indulged in anything athletic. Whatever the reason, he seemed to hibernate in his house on weekends, no matter how much his older sisters tried urging him to go out. Both sisters were as prudish as Barbara had been, and both had taught Larry to be the same way. Barbara was hoping it might not be too late for the boy.
Strangely enough, Larry had always been a good-looking boy. Had he shown some interest in the local girls, there was no doubt he would have been able to have been a ladies' man. But his sisters continued discouraging him. He was a tall boy, taller than Fred, with dark hair and sharp features. And he was just right for what Barbara wanted. He lacked a sense of humor, so when Barbara would explain what she wanted, he wouldn't think she was kidding. The question was, would he agree.
It was Saturday afternoon, which meant his two sisters were away for the day, working for Goodwill Industries. Barbara's daughters were out of the house, Wanda at the library, and Rhonda at the movies. Fred would be working in the antique ship. This would be a good time to see Larry and straighten out her problem.
Crossing the street, she found the door to the house unlocked. She was considered "family" and could walk into the house without knocking, and she did so.
The house was quiet and seemed unoccupied when Barbara entered it. At first, she was tempted to call out Larry's name, but decided to go looking for him, first. He was nowhere downstairs, and the house didn't have a basement, so she decided to see if her cousin was taking a nap. All the bedroom doors were open upstairs, and she peered into the first two bedrooms and saw no one. Then she looked into the master bedroom, and was almost shocked at what she saw.
Larry was two years older than her daughters, and no mater what the size of his penis, Barbara had figured he would surely have enjoyed more than one female by now. But there he was, lying on his bed, with his zipper open, clutching his protruding penis with his fist. And it wasn't quite as small as Larry's sisters had claimed, but it was far from long. And it was definitely on the thin side. It wasn't much thicker than a pencil-flashlight.
Seeing her cousin that way, about to masturbate, Barbara involuntarily gasped. Larry, hearing her, spun around. Seeing her, his face turned a bright red as he hurriedly tried pushing his skinny whang back into his pants. All he did was give Barbara a better look at his throbbing penis. Yes, it would be perfect for what she wanted. It was too short to choke her or make her gag. It had a neatly circumcised head, and though it was on the short, thin side, it was very, very stiff and capable of remaining that way until she'd extracted his seed. The rubbery head was an aggravated red.
Larry was a prude, even by her own standards, and so Barbara wondered what it was that had caused him to suddenly decide to whack off. He used to call his sisters all kinds of wicked names when they wore low-cut blouses. Whatever agreement she made with him would be difficult to reach, because she thought he would vigorously refuse any proposition she might make. Yet she did hold a trump card at this point. She had caught him about to pull off, and if she spread that around it would embarrass him to where he wouldn't come out of his house for two or three years.
Crossing the room, she sat on the edge of Larry's bed, preventing him from standing up.
"Poor Larry," she whispered, smoothing a hand over his brow. "You're more of a man than most, only you can't see it."
He was still blushing furiously when she wrapped her arms around him and pressed him to her body, letting him feel the swell of her breasts. She had purposely left her bra at home, figuring it would only get in the way.
"My God!" Larry gasped. "How can you even come near me after what you saw me ready to do?"
"How often do you do it?" she asked, still hugging him.
"Ah, Christ! What does it matter? I can't find a woman, basically because it's wicked to try and convince a female to do these things without marrying her, and I'm not one for marriage."
"It's time you grew up a little," she told him. "What you were about to do was for relief, whereas what you do with a woman is for pleasure. Your mother and my mother brought us up that everything enjoyable was either illegal, immoral, or fattening. Well maybe a lot of it is illegal and fattening. But when it comes to morality, I first discovered we each have to make our own morality. Larry, if you want to do it, and it doesn't hurt anybody else, then go ahead and do it."
"You mean you don't think my masturbating is wrong?" he asked, pulling away from her and looking at her.
"That's the least of it," she told him. "I don't think sex is wrong, not even for unmarrieds, as long as no one is hurt by it."
The vibrating of Barbara's tits against his body, with only the thin fabric of the blouse she was wearing between them caused the impressionable man to feel a new, strange desire. Deep down inside, he was hot for almost every good-looking female he'd ever seen, including this cousin, and now that she was holding him so close, he felt a renewal of those burning desires. His mind began spinning, and though he knew he should have chased her out of his room, he realized he had gone without a woman all his life, and before the rest of his life passed him by, he had damn well better do something about it. Maybe Barbara was right. Maybe all this talk about sin was one big crock.
"Poor Larry," Barbara whispered, moving up a little, pressing his face to her swollen breasts.
His arms crept around the beautiful blonde woman, and he could actually feel one of her nipples poking through her blouse against his lips. He parted his lips a little and let the blouse-covered protrusion slide between them. Without realizing it, he was surrendering to a strong, passionate, unreasoning urge of flaming inner lust. God! This was the first nipple at which he'd sucked since being weaned from his mother's breast. He clamped his lips on the pleasure-promising nipple, and Barbara felt somewhat elated, realizing under all that nonsensical puritanism, Larry was as normal as any male. Feeling his lips press compactly around her nipple began sexually stimulating her, and the idea of being aroused by someone other than her husband caused the flames within to burn even more brightly. Intense blasts of rapture began coursing through her. How ironic that her first adulterous act should be with the one person with whom she had least expected to do anything.
Her arms clutched his head more tightly to her, thrilling to his lips tugging on her nipple through the blouse. Even with with cloth of the blouse between them she felt flushed with an anxious fever. The sensitive breast-nubbin throbbed and swelled, enlarging to greet her cousin's sucking mouth. At the same time she felt moisture running rampantly through her body as her tingling cuntlips thickened with a surge of boiling blood. The shuddering extension between her thighs tingled delightfully.
"Ohhh God ... Larry ... Larry ... I need you, I really need you. Please, please promise to help me."
"Anything," he whispered, sliding his lips from her nipple.
A force stronger than the ridiculous morality that had controlled them for so many years now permeated both their bodies, and Barbara hurriedly opened her blouse, baring her full, upstanding breasts to her cousin's eyes, offering his mouth access to the berry-like nipples. Larry felt wicked, evil, wonderful shudders blast through him as a white, solid breast with a thrusting nipple, surrounded by a pretty roseate was all but pushed into his face. He tightly clutched the luscious soft breast, sucking the nipple all the way to the back of his throat, while his teeth chewed on the soft white flesh outside the aureole. And the throbbing rigidness of his aching prick let both Barbara and himself know this was something that had to go further. Barbara had been depending on that, and this was why she had bared her breast in the first place.
Barbaraa had always liked Larry, in spite of his morality being even stronger than her own ... at least until now. Now she thrilled to the shameless way he nursed at her swollen breast. She could feel wild tingles running like electric current through the breast at which he was sucking. It felt so thrilling, her other breast seemed to feel something was missing. Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it there.
Now the situation was definitely beyond the point of no return, and she let her hand slide into his lap. She reached into his open fly and pulled out the small cock she had seen him handling when she had walked in. She gripped it tightly and tugged it out, making Larry jump. Even so, his mouth refused to release his cousin's swollen breast.
"Ummmmmm!" was all he said as he continued sucking.
"Larry," she asked, caressing his head. "Do you mean you've never had a woman?"
He pulled his mouth from the rosy tipped orb and said, "Once, I sneaked away to another town, to a bawdy house, and I paid for a shameless woman of ill-repute...."
He shuddered, feeling his cousin stroke his head. It felt good, really good.
"Did you like it?" Barbara asked.
"Yes," he admitted, turning red. "I liked it so much, I realized I would be tempted to return if I didn't do something else. That is why I do things with my hand. But it's never been the same."
"Would you like me to do something to relieve you?" she asked.
"I don't know," he shuddered. "It's so sinful, and yet...."
"Well suppose we do something other than cohabit," Barbara suggested.
"Can we really to something else?" Larry asked.
"Of course," Barbara nodded. "It's apparent you need something more than hard relief."
"Yes." Larry nodded, licking her nipple. "I do, I really do. Barbie, if you could do that for me, I'd always be grateful."
"All right," Barbara told him. "But whatever I do, you must not stop me. Nor must you ever tell anyone."
"Of course not," Larry agreed. "But what are you going to do?"
"Just lie back on the bed and close your eyes," she told him, shifting her weight out from under him, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
She saw his eyes were tightly shut, and smiled. Now she had to get up the courage to suck that quivering reed of penis. Bowing her head, she leaned forward and stared at the small spike. It was red all over, though the head was an almost brilliant carmine. She saw the network of blue veins winding their way through the phallic nail, and watched the head expand and contract as she breathed on it. For some reason the wildest, giddiest thrill began coursing through her, and in her mind she saw the red prick as a cherry sucker, candy from top to bottom. Without pausing to think, she leaned forward and lapped at the shuddering, upstanding stalk.
"Unnnhhh!" Larry gasped, his small cock jerking spasmodically. "Ohhh ... Barbie ... u-nnnhhh ... oh God! That's ... oooo'ooh...."
Barbara had finally captured the full plumb of his red, pulsing peckerhead between her lips and she was warmly sucking and licking it, thrilling the man as he had never been thrilled before. Her own body was wildly shuddering and pulsating, feeling the strangest sensation course through her simply because she had the heated head of her cousin's cock in her mouth. She continued sucking on it, realizing she was enjoying it, feeling minor quivers shoot through her as if she were having a series of very small, continuous orgasms. Her fingers dipped into his fly and pulled out his testicles, caressing them, feeling her fingers catch in the bristly hairs surrounding the genitalia.
"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" he shouted, and his entire body heaved as he almost spurted his sperm then and there.
Almost wasn't good enough for Barbara. She had to make sure she could swallow the sperm as it came from the shuddering flesh-tube, and so she sucked all the more strongly, squeezing and kneading his balls. Her mouth pulled varaciously, and she felt the tiny cock stiffen and swell. He was going to come, after all. Well that was only reasonable, all things considered. A hot, sucking mouth leeching on his boner should be more than enough for an instant orgasm, considering the man hadn't been with a woman in God-knew-how-long.
The hot, thick, gluey substance began spurting into her mouth as his entire body heaved upward, trying to keep the full length of his throbbing cock shoved down her throat. Larry wanted to tear his hair out, the sensations pulsing through him were so strong.
Barbara had her eyes closed and her mind blank as she sucked, frightened she would gag and throw up again if she permitted herself to think. But as she sucked, the flavor of his seed reached her brain, and far from feeling sick, she realized she liked it a lot. Even as he continued spurting, she hungrily drank the gooey semen, thrilling to the flavor of it. But she had hardly felt his penis in her throat. Worse, doing this had made her hotter than ever, and she needed some form of relief. She wondered if she could make Larry hard again, after awhile, and perhaps convince him to do things for her, as well. She was entitled to something for her efforts.
For the next two hours Barbara talked with Larry, though not once did he attempt to close his fly. And as time began passing, she saw his penis start growing again. This time he would take a little longer to come, and this time she would truly be able to appreciate what it was like to suck on a penis. Those few seconds she had masticated Larry's throbbing putz had been delightful. She'd never realized a cock could taste so good. Well this time she wanted to really enjoy it. If she liked it enough, she knew she would be able to suck on her husband's larger, thicker penis without any fear, at all.
"Would you like to try it again?" she asked her cousin. "I mean, a repetition could be no more sinful than anything we've already done."
"Why do I have the feeling you're making fun of me?" he asked.
"I'm not," she told him, seductively rising and undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"You are," he insisted as she, with a deft movement, pulled the blouse open, revealing her full, upstanding breasts.
Larry gasped, his tongue hanging out at the sight of her full breasts. He knew this was even more sinful, but he also knew he didn't give a damn anymore. Living the life of a pure man had been very painful. From now on, he intended enjoying life, no matter what kind of damnation he faced in the afterlife.
He stared at the way her full, white breasts quivered, and he could see her firm, pink nipples hardening under his gaze. Barbara raised her arms over her head, tautening her full breasts, and she pirouetted, making him feel hotter than ever.
Larry wanted to step forward and gather his beautiful cousin in his arms, but Barbara was already undoing her skirt. She let it fall in a pool at her feet and stepped out of it. She stood there after that, wearing her platform shoes, pantyhose, and a pair of bikini panties under the hose.
Kicking off her shoes, Barbara slipped her fingers into the waistband of both, her panties and pantyhose, and began pulling them down, very, very slowly. When the first golden strands of her gleaming vaginal hair came into view, she stopped and looked at her cousin with teasing eyes.
The teenager was inflamed from head to toe, and his rigid whang kept spinning in the air, letting her know how hot he had become for her, all over again. He was trembling, all eager and anxious to do anything to please her.
Barbara had her full, voluptuous hips spinning and rotating as her hands drew the panties and pantyhose lower, and her red-painted nails trailed across the sensitive flesh of her undulating, oversensitive pubic area. She had never realized how much fun it was to tease a man, before. Her husband would have done almost anything for her to have behaved this way with him, and watching her cousin's reactions, she vowed the lights would always be on in their bedroom, and she would peel facing Fred instead of turning her back to him all the time. She would undress slowly, provocatively, as she was doing now. She slid the undergarments lower now, giving Larry a glimpse of her blonde bush in its entirety. She had everything down around her knees now, and Larry could see the strands nearest her crotch all soaked and sticky. And then, everything was gone. She kicked free of the garments, standing there totally naked. Approaching her cousin, Barbara swiveled her hips seductively, and pressed her full breasts into his shirt. She could feel his throbbing whang trying to poke holes in her belly as her hands reached out and undid Larry's belt. This time she wanted him as naked as she. A moment later, after pulling both, his pants and underpants over his outstanding cock, she let everything fall to the floor. Her fingers reached down and tightly, lovingly, thrillingly encircled the small shaft, squeezing. A low moan came from her cousin's mouth, and he automatically pushed his hips forward, egged on the strong, fiery thrills coursing through his nervous system. He almost felt ready to explode all over again. It was a good thing he had come once before. Now he had some minor semblance of control over himself. Both her palms pressed together now, with his throbbing prong flatly pressed between them.
Larry was gasping, almost wheezing for air as he tore his clothes from his body. In less than thirty seconds he was as naked as she, his anxiously throbbling phallus twitching a bit more with each passing second, matching his throbbing pulsebeats. He could hold back no longer. Reaching out, he pulled Barbara to him, crushing her full, cushioned breasts against hers, and when she parted her lips, his tongue lanced against hers, tasting some small residue of his own semen on her breath. She was sucking on his lingual digit with wordless passion.
"God!" he gasped, blaspheming by taking the Lord's name in vain. "I want you to do it again, Barbie. I want you to suck my cock."
She wordlessly nodded her head, pressing her mouth to his again, once again letting him savor the mixture of her saliva and his sperm. This wwas exactly what she wanted. And though she had wanted to do it earlier to see if she could do it, the urge in her now was to do it for pleasure; her own pleasure. She wanted to feel the full length of his small penis run through he mouth. Even as she thought of it, she began to think it really was too small for her to get the full enjoyment she was seeking. Thank God her husband had a longer, fatter cock. His would really give her ultimate pleasure. But her husband was working right now, and Larry was here. So she had to make do with what she had.
Together they sank nakedly onto the bed. Larry lay with his thigh thrown over hers, feeling his hard cock rub against her thigh as his chin pressed into her shoulder and their breathing seemed to shudder as one. Their closeness excited each of them even more.
Barbara could feel the skinny little poker, all hot and twitchy, lying across her thigh, noting the way it seemed to pulsate in time to the way they jointly breathed.
"Ready for me to start sucking?" she hotly whispered in his anguished ear. The sounds of her lewd question felt as exciting to her as she knew they did to him.
"God, Barbie, yes, yes, do it, now!"
She began slowly, licking his throat, kissing his shoulders, then moving the tip of her tongue toward his hairy chest, letting is slide across his masculine nipples.
Larry had never realized how sensitive his nipples were. As she continued licking them, he felt a strong, wild sensation zing through his body, and he writhed, letting him know she was really getting to him. He was completely unaware she was as new to this as he, never having been the aggressor before.
Barbara knew she had a lot to learn about the male body in spite of being pumped by her husband every weekend for fifteen years. Well she would learn, she would definitely learn. As if to emphasize the fact to herself, she reached down and gripped her cousin's throbbing cock while her tongue worked lower and lower along his flat belly. Wild sensations were running through her body now, and she first really discovered the pleasure her husband received from doing things. As her tongue reached Larry's navel, she felt his entire body tremble and shake beneath her and wild pleasures blistered their way through her, letting her know he was really feeling and enjoying everything.
God! God! God! She had been so blind all these years. Thank God she was waking up before it was too late. And at the same time she was awakening her cousin to the same facts of life, pulling him out of the stifling existence he had built around himself.
The tickling hairs on his belly teased her tongue, making erotic thrills move through her. Her mouth worked lower and lower, and at the same time she was twisting her own body around until it was at a right angle to that of Larry. As her sweet, beautiful face approached his loins, her hand began jerking his throbbing penis all the more quickly. Her moist, creamy lips were less than an inch away from the lust-swollen point, and she opened her mouth and began breathing hotly all over the phallic extension. The hot breath flowed over the most prick-head, making it swell as it never had, before.
"My God!" Larry gasped. "My God! Suck it, Barbie. Suck it like you did before. Make me come again!"
She heard the lewd words come groaning out of his throat, and she knew, for better or worse, her cousin would never be a puritan again. She wondered what Fred would think if he saw her doing this with Larry, the world's formerly formost male prude. He would probably scream his head off.
Anxious to taste the shuddering cock again, she let her tongue slither out, it's pink point coming into hot, moist contact with the ultra-sensitive head of his anxiously pulsating penis. She licked in a circle, lapping the smooth, elastic flesh, feeling him writhe under her. He groaned and moaned, twisting because of the cruel teasing she was giving him. Oh yes, she was learning fast, and this time she knew enough to tongue-tease his pulsating whang just a little bit more before absorbing it into her sucking mouth. The slow, lapping tongue found the sticky drops of oily lubricant seeping from the narrow slit in the expanded head. Her hand gripped the cock more tightly, and her tongue began flicking in and out of the simmering head-slit. The tangy taste, enhanced by some hidden drops of seminal fluid now forced to ooze out as well, made her drool as her nostrils widened. Her other hand slid under his testicles, cupping them, letting her nails graze across the hairy, wrinkled flesh of the leathery scrotum. Her other hand continued to tightly grip the hairy base of his cock and squeeze, yanking up and down, pulling some of the hairs. She used her thumbnail to circle the head, lightly teasing the rim of the sensitive corona, making it shudder and turn a richer red. And all the while her tongue continued moistening the glans and her lips kept kissing the underside. Now she started planting her warm, moist kisses all the way around it, starting at the tip and tracing a hot path down the full length of it to the base where she felt the pulsations in the throbbing cock at their strongest. Then she licked her way back up again until the point of her tongue was lapping at the flushed tip. She played for a long, long time, not wanting to suck it until she felt he was really ready.
She enjoyed the sensation of his throbbing prick as it rubbed against her tongue again and again. She liked the feel of the heated pole as compared to the rubbery, mushroom-shaped head. Her mouth enjoyed the different textures of his flesh, noting how much of a difference there was between the head of his pulsating cock, the shaft of the heavy phallus, and the wrinkled flesh of the scrotal sac. She wanted to take the test of the afternoon and really enjoy what she was doing.
But Larry could take no more. For the first time he allowed himself to become a little aggressive. He reached down, grabbed her blonde hair, and stabbed his loins up with the power of a raging stallion. Taken by surprise, Barbara resisted for a moment, then felt the thick, spongy point crammed between her lips, parting her teeth as it moved all the way into the depths of her mouth. Her warm, bubbly saliva surrounded the probing prick, moistening it even more. She could feel the stiff pole of hotly twitching flesh run itself almost into the full length of her tongue. Had it been longer it would have embedded itself into her throat.
For a moment Barbara was afraid she would choke again, and she shut her eyes. But no, it was an unnecessary fear. The hard cock couldn't reach into her esophagus and harm her. More sputum filled her mouth, flooding it, bathing the throbbing pole of her cousin's thrusting cock. It protruded like a fleshy wand from between her sucking lips.
"Barbie, Barbie, your mouth is the greatest," Larry gasped.
Even though he lay beneath her, he began bounching his buttocks on the mattress, starting a slow, undulating rhythm of cock through her mouth. He was fucking her mouth much the way she had moved her lips over his cock, earlier. Only he was the one doing all the work.
"Tighten those lips," Larry gasped. "Come on, Barbie, tighten those lips and really start sucking." His voice was hoarse with desire.
Barbara was anxious to obey, enjoying the resisting pressure of his hard cock as she tightened her lips around it. She felt wild thrills shoot through her, enlarging in her body, making her hotter by the moment. The sap was leaking from her own cunt as running down her anxious thighs. This made her suck all the harder, an oral succubus, wildly lathering her tongue around and around the throbbing cock, feeling it sliding in and out of her mouth as he pumped all the faster. Her head began bobbing like a buoy in a storm. The thrilling sensations of doing something on her own, of having initiated this, prevaded her firm, white body in warm, tingling ripples of thrilling excitement. Submissive sighs were locked behind her sucking lips as his hard cock thrust faster and faster into her mouth. She knew he had another load of whitewash to give her, and she wanted it.
God! She was almost a sperm-addict at this point. She wanted to feel it flood her mouth again, but this time she wanted so much it would seep out the sides and run down her cheeks and jaws in white, sticky rivulets. Yes, cocksucking was delightful.
Larry looked down the length of his body, staring at the up-and-down movement of his cousin's head as her mouth continued to deliciously labor on his glistening cock, making it disappear between her lips again and again. He could feel the wild, sucking pressure increase as her tongue attempted to clamp his cock between itself and her palate. Because she was at a right angle to him, her profile was turned to him, and the golden cascade of short hair looked like a shiny waterfall against her cheeks as her chin pressed into his thigh. The hair almost blotted out the lewd, passionate look on her face as she vividly sucked. Flaming spasms shot through his shuddering body as her wet, slithery tongue, like liquid velvet, wrapped around the ultra-sensitive point of his throbbing penis.
At that moment Larry realized how much she was enjoying herself. And if that was the case, then he could enhance his own enjoyment by not only receiving, but giving. Hell! She was so stunning, so beautiful, he had to enjoy doing something to her while she was doing something to him. His hungry eyes roamed over the rich contours of her heavenly, white body as it crouched in obeissant wantonness at his side, her mouth submissively draining him of all the stupidity that had ruled him for some many years.
Reaching out with his hand, he caressed one of her smooth, round flanks. He reached all the way out, sliding his fingers under her and into the curve of her belly leading between her thighs. Now he touched the yellow tuft of soft hair. His hand slid around the outside of her rump and into the crevice between her buttocks, then moved forward and down, seeking the tender, pink wetness of her sucking pussy. He found what he was seeking and anxiously pushed fingers into her softness, exploring the slippery vaginal pathway. And all the while her mouth clung tightly to his solid, upstanding pike, her cheeks sucking in with the effort whe was expending.
God! Larry thought. Watching his beautiful cousin continue to expertly twine her lips around his pulsing peter was becoming too much for him. Her rich, velvety body seemed to sway with each of her oral movements, and he decided he could no longer hold back. He had to join in and do something, himself. Even so, he had no intention of removing his hard cock from the hot, liqueous receptacle of her leeching mouth. But if she could suck his cock, he could certainly perform a like service on her own genitalia.
He started tugging her whitely rounded asscheeks toward his head. Her eyes glanced sideways at him, curious what he was trying to do, yet not once did she pull her lips from his swollen, narrow phallic extension, nor did she miss a stroke.
Was it possible, she wondered. Had she drawn Larry so far out of his cocoon he was willing to go ahead and lick her dribbling vagina. He continued pulling her toward him, and soon both knees were near his head.
Larry wrapped both hands tightly around the softness of her hips, and with a strength born of wild rapture raised her and brought her down so her knees surrounded his head. Her wonderful, naked, crouching body was hovering directly over his face. He could look straight up and see the blonde-bearded pink slash. He could also see the brown pucker of her tight asshole. His arms were outside her thighs, so he was able to reach up and use his fingers to carefully part the blonde fluff on her mount of venus. Now he was able to fully appreciate the wet, lovely coral interior of her steaming slot. His thumbs moved into her vagina and tugged the labia apart, letting the hot oil from within slide down the palms of his hands, onto his wrists and forearms. The small, vellicating bud of her delicate clitoris popped into view, released from its membraneous prison. He gazed up for a moment, delighting in what he felt was a helplessly exposed position on the part of his cousin. Yes, it was wavering there, just waiting for the pressure of his tongue. He licked out, anxious to taste her, knowing she would be even more delicious to him than he was to her. What happened was something far more than he expected. The woman froze for an instant, then her entire body shuddered spastically at this completely unexpected assault. Her head jerked up and back, almost completely releasing the throbbing phallus between her lips. When he licked again, her head jerked higher, and the entire cock totally slipped from between her lips with a short "pop." He felt cool air cover his spit-wet dong, and he clamped his arms all the more tightly around Barbara's rump to keep her from completely leaping clear of him. One of his hands reached along the length of her back, came to the nape of her neck, then pressed on the cap of her blonde head, pushing her soft, hot mouth back down over his swollen little penis-point. She almost choked he shoved her head down so fast. All that saved her was his short length.
"Don't stop," he gasped. "For God's sake, don't stop now, Barbie. Suck it! Deep on sucking it!"
Even as he spoke his mouth was gluing itself to her vaginal slot, and the sounds of his voice were muffled. Sweat covered his entire face. It was running down his neck in rivulets, falling onto the bed.
Positioning her hips again, he let his tongue shoot out and wickedly lap at the tender sensuousness of her quivering clitoris. She groaned above him, her hips trembling from the thrilling, heated impact of his burning, knifing tongue. But this time she kept her lips tightly clamped around the trembling, stolid little pecker he was trying to thrust into her throat. As he road his cock through the tight clench of her mouth, he began sliding his own tongue along the full length of her own simmering pussy crack, flicking it inexpertly here and there, occasionally touching her clitoris again.
"Unnnggghhh! Arrrggghhh!" she gasped, her voice muffled by the fact that her mouth was stuffed with cock. But her hips responded, slowly starting to rotate over his mouth. He speeded up the movement of his lapping tongue, and he felt her womanly body respond with a tremulous shudder.
Christ! To think he had been fighting this all his life. How stupid could a guy get? And it had taken his cousin, a woman almost as puritanical as he, to bring the licentious sensations out of him. For the moment she was his to do with as he pleased. He began cramming his eagerly pulsating phallus even more solidly between her rounded lips, trying to press the bloated tip into the back of her throat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach in that far. He felt her mouth struggling to suck more of him in, but there just wasn't any more. Her lips continued their sensual sucking, sending heated billows of erotic thrills into his humping body from his quivering cock.
He slid his tongue from the coral richness of her vaginal labia, noting how wet the inner lips were from the combination of her own natural feminine lubrication, and his saliva. Her hips were moving lower now, pressing against his face in search of more of his obscene lingual caresses. Once again his tongue shot out, snake-like, and this time stabbed deep into the heated throbbing depths of her helplessly quivering vagina.
"Aaarrraaaggghhh!" she screamed, the sound literally bubbling from between her compressed lips as they sucked tenaciously on his malebone. Her hips rose high above his trembling face, hung there for what seemed like an eternity, then came smashing down madly into his face, trying to drive the delightful probe of his thrusting tongue even deeper into her simmering nookie. She began a wild, grinding motion, pressing her sopping labia hard against his face. Her hands slid beneath his loins and trapped the heavy testicles between them. Her fingers began kneading them while her mouth continued sucking harder and harder on the. throbbing cock. He could feel the tips of her even, white teeth scrape maddeningly along his underside as his shuddering cock stiffened even more. He rammed it continually up into her face again and again.
Sooner or later one of them had to come. Larry had already had one orgasm, so he was able to restrain himself a little longer. It was Barbara who finally peaked, first. Larry felt her firm flesh start to tighten as a series of wild convulsions tore through her wantonly delighted self.
"UUUMMMFFF!" she gasped, the throbbing cock still filling her mouth, muffling her cries. She rammed her seething cunt down even harder along the length of his slithery tongue as it continued wildly stabbing into her simmering snatch. Her fingers tightened and clutched his aching testicles, and at the same time her tongue lapped more and more wildly against the seething pole riding it and out of her sucking mouth.
Her lubrication gushed out heavily, pouring into his face. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick oil drained from her clutching vagina and ran down over his straining mouth and cheeks. Her knees began pounding madly into the mattress.
Tremendous swirls of flame were mounting in Larry's nuts. Her mouth continued sucking strongly, through her mind was lost in the revels of her own orgasm. Larry was totally awash in his own perspiration, feeling her mouth plunging down again and again like a demon gone insane. The cords in his neck tightened, as did those in his thighs as he strained to ram his cock up higher, somehow or other hoping to touch the back of her throat with his bloated cockhead. He could feel the tender ridges of flesh pulling out as her head moved up. Still, they greedily clung to the throbbing penis, and he could feel the way the leeched his prong each time her head slid back down.
He groaned and grunted, still wanting to keep his mouth buried against her muff tantalizing her ultra-sensitive interior all the more. And then the moment was there.
"UUURRRGGGHHH!" he gasped into the heated tunnel of her narrow vaginal chasm. And then the hot semen began making a mad dash from the safety of his balls, through his cock, into the gluttonous cavern of her sucking mouth.
Barbara's cheeks now began expanding and hollowing like those of a guppy as she hungrily swallowed the penile libation he was offering. She continued madly slurping and sucking as he emptied all his gushing sperm down her throat. His hands were once again pressing on her head, deeping it as far down as possible while he finished shooting the final dregs of sperm into her face. And Barbara loved every bit of it.
Confident she could meet her husband's demands, Barbara lifted her face from her cousin's crotch, noting his penis had shrunk to the size of three quarters of an inch. She would always be grateful to Larry for what he had done, but it was her husband she was after, now.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rhonda had never felt so alone in her young life. Even though she had dominated Wanda, she had always thought of her sister as part of her, an extension of herself. And now Wanda was becoming a totally separate person.
The movie was awful, so Rhonda decided to leave early. She went back home, but no one was about. This was odd because her mother almost always did the housework on Saturday. Heck! No one was around.
No, wait. That wasn't true. Cousin Larry, across the street, was always home. Sixteen years old, good-looking, and always hibernating like some winter animal no matter what time of the year. Larry was not exactly Rhonda's idea of fun, but he was better than nobody. Walking across the street, she opened the front door and immediately heard the grunts and groans from upstairs. Hurrying up the steps, thinking there might be a fight going on, she noticed the sounds were coming from behind Larry's closed bedroom door.
Was it possible? Did prudish Cousin Larry, who believed all the junk his sisters told him about heaven and hell, have a girl in his room? God! Now that she was close, Rhonda recognized the sounds as similar to those made by her mother and father, only somewhat more muffled. Even the grunts of the female sounded like those of her mother, but then, Wanda's scream the previous day had sounded a lot like her mother's climactic yells. All women seemed to sound alike in the throes of orgasm.
Smirking to herself, Rhonda wondered if Larry had gotten himself a girl from school, or if he might actually be doing something with one of his sisters. Heck! After what she realized had taken place between her father and sister, nothing would surprise her.
Walking up to the door, Rhonda turned the knob. The door eased silently inward, and when whe peered around the side of the door, Rhonda saw Larry and a female, in what sex education had explained as the classic soixante-neuf position.
My God! she thought, staring at them. Could that be Wanda again? The body looked so much like that of her sister, and her own, for that matter. Then she saw the female's head raise up a minute, and instantly recognized her mother.
Now she felt utterly numb. She had thought there was nothing in the world left to shock her, and now she had found out otherwise. Her mother was sucking on Cousin Larry's penis. Her mother, who always tried refusing her father, was doing vile, obsene things with what was obviously another family hypocrite. Gosh! Yesterday she had been so tempted to tell her mother what had taken place between her sister and father. Now she was witnessing a sight she should be telling her father about.
No, she decided as she closed the door. No, definitely not. They were all hypocrites. They all deserved what was happening to them.
But God! God! Now she felt more left out than ever. Was sex that good it could corrupt everyone?
At this point, Rhonda' curiosity was piqued. She had to know. And if it was all that good, she had to become a part of it.
CHAPTER SIX
It was obvious to Rhonda her dad was the only male with whom she could learn what she wanted to know. She had no idea how he felt about her, but she knew he would not hesitate to fuck her sister again. And so Rhonda decided to become Wanda.
That night, her parents went out, and Wanda stayed up with her to watch TV in the living room, downstairs. But Wanda always got tired early, and as a result, always went to bed long before her sister. Often, when her parents came home, they found Rhonda sitting up, watching TV. Neither of them knew which twin she was, and more often than not assumed it wasn't always the same girl who was up when they came home.
After Wanda had gone to sleep, Rhonda went to the bathroom and changed her hairstyle to the new one adopted by her sister. Then, with only a bathrobe on, and nothing underneath, she returned to the living room to watch TV, Her father would automatically assume she was Wanda, and he would think she had stayed up waiting for him.
When Fred and Barbara Nenscher came in, the living room was dark save for the light from the TV set. Barbara was beat after what she had been through with Larry, earlier in the day, so after promising her husband one hellofa time in the morning, she undressed, showered, and went to bed.
Fred, seeing his daughter in the living room, automatically assumed it was Wanda because of the hairstyle. He had been teased all afternoon by more than one good-looking female, and her was dying to get his rocks off. And he was determined he would fuck his young daughter as never before.
Going to the bathroom, he took a shower, then emerged wrapped in a dressing gown and nothing else. He looked at his wife, who was fast asleep, and knowing her penchant for being able to sleep through thunderstorms, he felt it was safe enough to join his daughter in the living room.
Rhonda, not knowing exactly how to get started, decided her father would be more convinced she was Wanda if he caught her masturbating. So just before he came in, she opened her robe, exposing herself, then let her hands slide down along the smoothness of her youthful belly. Fred entered the room just in time to see his daughter's fingers sliding between her moist legs and softly rub her puffy mound.
"Ummm!" Rhonda sighed, not really knowing what to do, but pretending she was enjoying it all.
She moved her quivering fingers between the tender lips of her young vagina. Even above the sounds emanating from the TV set she heard the slick, almost sloppy sounds as her finger actually slid into the tight vagina. She had never done anything like this before. It was all new to her, yet she had to admit she liked it. She poked her forefinger as far into her narrow cavern as possible, and suddenly felt something hard press against the palm of her hand. It was her clitoris. She had learned that in sexed. And it felt good to rub her finger against the nubbin. Her young body felt so erotically changed, all of a sudden. In the light coming from the TV set she could see her long, lithe form stretched out on the sofa, and she had to admit, she could understand why the boys in school would whistle at her. Her flesh felt so smooth and soft, and she began writhing, suddenly enjoying it more and more. Her finger continued sloshing in and out of her simmering slot, while her other hand began running over her breasts. At this point, she was no longer thinking about her father in the room. She was simply enjoying herself.
In her mind, she saw her father's penis. True, the only good glimpse she'd had of it had been the previous day, when he and Wanda had walked naked out the guest room, and then it had been flaccid. Still, she had seen photos of an erect penis, and she was able to imagine how it looked. Lord! What did it feel like to have a long, thick cock in one's pussy? Christ! She was so envious of Wanda. Who would have thought that mousy little sister of hers would have lured her father on that way? This whole thing was crazy. If her daddy should have done it with anyone, it should have been her.
She continued thinking about her dad's penis, and she continued moving her finger in and out of her tight pussy. Gosh, but that felt good.
She no longer had a hymen, even though she was still a virgin. It had broken one day when she had been playing tennis. Golly! That had really been embarrassing; all that blood running out of her all of sudden, for what seemed like no reason at all. She had hurried to the rec center doctor who had assured her it was no great tragedy.
If anything, he told her, when she got a little older she would be overjoyed about this, since, as she would eventually find out, she would be spared a lot of pain.
At any rate, the hymen was gone, but she was technically untouched, though at the moment she was touching herself with her forefinger, pushing it into the soft, wet flesh of her humid center. Yes, yes, it did feel good. Why didn't she ever think to do this before?
Lifting her knees, she spread her loins side apart. She needed more room ... more room to move that finger through her sopping, sucking tunnel.
Ummm, she thought to herself. This was good, really good.
Her finger massaged back and forth in her wet, hit, juicing pit, spreading her thighs wider apart so she could continually stimulate the sucking flesh in her slippery vagina in addition to palpating her clitoris. Even so, it was her throbbing little nubbin that received most of the attention from her fingers. She'd had no idea how sensitive she was, there.
Her father stood off to the side, watching her. He was surprised to she her doing this. Why should she bother, knowing he would soon be down here to give her everything ... and more?
Rhonda continued rubbing herself there, now all but oblivious of her father's presence. Orgiastic thrills began building in her sensitive interior, making her groan more and more.
She's really hot, Fred thought to himself. My poor little girl really needs a good cock. Look at the way she's bringing herself off.
She looked beautiful, laying there on the deep sofa, her back against the sofa-back, her thighs wide apart with her heels toughing the cushions. He could see the TV light flickering over her white body, making it shimmer. Yes, that was a wonderful body, all right, except for one thing. Fred Menscher suddenly realized he was not staring at Wanda. True, the hairstyle was Wanda's, and it was impossible to tell Wanda's face from Rhonda's. Yet Wanda sighed and groaned somewhat differently from the girl on the couch. He was staring at Rhonda, his other daughter, and from what he could see, she was there on purpose, looking forward to a session with her daddy.
He smiled, continuing to watch the older of his twin daughters working her seething little finger in and out of her hot, humid feminine temple. The girl was sighing louder and louder, and he realized she was enjoying this so much because it was something to which she was unaccustomed. This might be the very first time she had ever done something like this.
Each time Rhonda moaned, Fred smiled again. He loved the way the young girl's smooth loins rode up around the moving finger. God! She looked so much like her sister and her mother, yet he had been able to discern who she was. His eyes went to her breast, watching the way she was fondling herself, there. She gasped and sighed, writhing on the sofa, making it soaking wet under her pretty little ass. Luckily it was an old sofa, and lubrication, once it dried, left no stains.
He had been hot enough before, just being turned on by Wanda. But now, seeing his other little girl rubbing her simmering nookie, he felt hotter than ever. What smooth, white, creamy flesh. And her nipples were no less pink than those of her sister, yet in this dark room, with only the light from the TV set on, the pinkness looked so much darker and richer.
Staring at the pooling vaginal fluid, Fred thought how wasteful it was to let it all fall on the sofa. He should be drinking it down. God! He wanted to fuck, suck her, and fuck her mouth and ass as well.
Even as he thought this, he saw his daughter continue to push her finger into the slurping depths of her tight cunt. He was aware of her not having a hymen, and that made things even better as far as he was concerned. She wouldn't scream with pain when he finally did inject her with his flesh syringe.
The sloshing sounds of her finger moving through her vagina covered the soft sounds his feet made as he approached her. She had no idea her daddy was now standing beside her with his robe falling off his shoulders and landing on the floor. His long schlong was already semi-rigid and getting harder with each passing moment.
Fred cleared his throat, and Rhonda, startled, looked up, with her finger still crammed in the tight depths of her virginal vagina. Seeing her daddy there, she remembered why she was there, and opened her mouth to say something, but her father put his fingers to his lips. By the light from the TV screen Fred could see Rhonda was soaked in perspiration. Her face was literally shining with the sweat.
Rhonda was burning up, and when her daddy kneeled down, she shivered as his hand slid across her lean, lithe thigh. God! It felt good. What felt equally good was knowing her daddy was going to make love to her.
Fred slipped his hand over the one his daughter was pressing into her crotch. He could feel the wet slickness there. There was messy lubrication all over her hand and thighs, and she was hot and aroused from the working of her finger through her slit. She wriggled a bit when his hand touched hers, unused to being touched by anyone, then she relaxed and let her hand fall away. Fred could feel the slipperiness of her bush and in the greasy crease of her pink nookie.
Rhonda felt hotter and hotter, and any embarrassment she might have felt when her father first touched her faded as he whispered, "A pretty girl like you doesn't have to do this. Let daddy do all the work while you rest, honey."
Rhonda writhed a bit more, feeling her father's middle finger press between her leaking lips as his mouth came down on hers and kissed her for the first time. Golly! It was good. She loved the taste of his tongue. She licked it again and again, sucking on it, slurping all his drool into her mouth. This was something she had been aching to do with a boy for quite some time, now. With her daddy she felt it was even more fun. He was an experienced man who knew what he was doing.
Fred continued running his middle finger in and out of his daughter's throbbing pussy, feeling the way his digit stimulated her hot, raw cave. He plunged the finger in and out several times quickly, making everything even wetter, building up her anxious sexual urges. He could hear her sighing under his kiss as his finger continued relentlessly moving in and out of her swampy interior. He was fully aware this would be her first experience, and he had to make sure she was completely relaxed.
"Oh, daddy," she sighed. "It feels so good...."
And then his mouth was back on hers, kissing her, stuffing his thick tongue into the recesses behind her lips. She melted more and more against him, enjoying everything.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "You know that."
"Yes, daddy," she nodded. "Fuck me good."
"You have to promise not to scream," he warned. "We don't want to wake your mother and sister."
"I know," she nodded.
"You know, Rhonda," he whispered, "I love you every bit as much as your sister."
"Daddy," she said, surprised. "How did you know it was me?"
"A daddy always knows," he lied.
"I'm glad you love me, daddy," she whispered. "I was so afraid you didn't care for me."
"Don't be silly," he chuckled. "Tonight, I'm going to prove I love you by doing things with you I've never done with your mother."
"Or with Wanda?"
"So you do know about Wanda and me."
"Yes."
"And that's why you tried to make yourself look like Wanda, tonight?"
"I just thought it'd be easier. You know."
"Don't ever try fooling me again," he whispered. "I want you to understand I love you for yourself, and not because you look like Wanda."
"This is going to be my first time, daddy. Make it really good."
Fred now began rubbing his long, thick schlong against his daughter's thigh, pressing it lightly into the furrow of her pink snatch. The head could feel the softness of her outer labia, and he felt the tickle of her blonde hair as well. He was deliberately holding back, avoiding the immediate penetration of her seething vagina. He rubbed the rubbery head against the wetness of her simmering crack, making her writhe all the more with lust.
"Ohhhhhh ... it feels nice," she whispered, and closed her silken thighs tightly around the throbbing cock. She compressed her loins tightly together, pressuring the throbbing prick and making it jump. Her had tremblingly reached out and gripped the base of his thick cock, giving it a tentative stroke.
"You know, sweetheart," he whispered, "fucking you is going to be one of the most delightful things I've ever done."
"You've already fucked Wanda, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "But why should that bother you?"
"I don't know," she told him. "I just felt kind of jealous, I guess."
"Hey," he assured her. "Things just happened to work out that way. Wanda happened to be here, in the house, all by herself, and the love I feel for both of you was just too much. I couldn't control myself. Heck! I had to do all the seducing with Wanda. It wasn't until after I got started that she really liked it. Now, let's not talk about Wanda, because when I was with her, I didn't discuss you."
He squirmed down a little on the sofa and pressed his face between her young, firm breasts. His tongue licked her soft white flesh, running over the pink caps of her aureolae, making sure to suck her nipples between his lips and pull until the blood filling them made them as stiff and as hard as possible. After awhile, both young breasts were shining with his saliva.
"Daddy," she whispered. "I feel so ... hot."
Her father pressed his body against hers, and she felt even more heat coming from him. He was perspiring as heavily as she, and the two, rubbing their bodies together were almost sliding off one another.
"You're lovely," he whispered, referring to her shining young face, haloed by the light coming from the TV screen. Heat was coming from all over her body, and she shivered as his hands seemed to ramble all over her tender flesh.
"Is it really as good as everyone seems to be saying?" Rhonda asked.
"My sweet, young girl, all I can tell you is, you have a treat in store for you. You're really going to like it. And the best thing is, as time goes by it gets better and better."
He reached down and pressed his finger deeper into her seething gash, rubbing his fingers along her outer pussylips. The labial flaps shuddered under his touch, and her clitoris seemed to grow even longer as he continually stroked it. He noted how much the girls were alike, even here. One vagina felt as tight and as the other, and each clitoris was the same size as the other. And yet, there was a slight feeling of difference. The interior of Rhonda's sucking cunt had slightly rougher membranes, which massaged his finger the littlest bit more than did Wanda's. He knew the pressure of his cock would be even greater, and he was glad this daughter felt different from the other. It was another way of telling them apart.
His palm was massaging her shivering clitoris, and he was able to work his ring finger against the pucker of her brownie. He rotated the ball of his finger against the crinkled asshole, pressing and pushing, and slowly easing the point of his finger past the sphincter, into her. His palm pressed her clitoris all the harder, and between the two fingers and his palm he had the young girl gasping and sighing.
"Oh, daddy ... daddy ... daddy...." she gasped, "I love it. I really love it."
Sliding his middle finger from her hot hole, he pushed his thumb in, because the strain was too much on his hand. He massaged the two seething interiors at the same time, feeling the difference between her slick vagina and her buttery rectum. She responded by humping her body wildly against his hand. He compressed her anus and vagina from within, feeling his fingers move back and forth, rubbing against one another with only the thinnest wall of tissue between them. Lubrication was seeping out everywhere, covering his palm, his wrist, and even part of his forearm. His other hand slid under her ass for a moment to keep her from falling off the sofa, and quim-juice began covering that as well. The cooze-ooze soaked into his flesh and made him hotter than ever.
Rhonda humped her uncontrollable pelvis up and down, up and down, feeling his thumb press deeper and deeper into her forbidden depths while her asshole climbed the digit plunged inside it. Her sphincter sucked on the one finger, while her dripping cuntlips slobbered all over his thumb and palm. She could feel the heavy knuckle pressing against her upper wall.
"Fuck me, daddy," she was gasping. "Fuck me good, and fuck me now!"
"Not yet, sweet girl," he whispered. "We have a long night ahead of us. I'm only good for one load at a time, so we have to go slowly. There's so much you have to learn before I finally poke my hot pike into you."
"Teach me," she gasped. "Oh, daddy, teach me. I really want to learn."
"What did they explain to you, in your class, about sucking?"
Sucking! Rhonda recalled the sight of her mother sucking on Cousin Larry's penis. God! How dumb could her mother be? She had had a glimpse of Larry's pecker, and it was such a small, skinny thing. Her daddy had a piece of beef really worth chewing. Remembering how avidly her mother had sucked her cousin's cock, she suddenly realized how anxious she was to suck her father's. She was certain it would taste much better than the piddling prick dangling between Larry's thighs.
"I know all about it," she insisted, though she had no intention of telling him how she knew.
"Well then, would you like to give a little head to your daddy?"
"If you mean, would I like to suck on your penis, I think I'd like to try it, provided you don't choke me with it."
"All you have to do is remain relaxed, honey. Let your throat be completely at ease, and you'll be able to swallow something twice as thick as what I have."
"I'll try."
"Remember, this is something I've never been able to get your mother to do with me. It's a first in this family."
"You mean Wanda hasn't done this yet?" she asked, as he pushed her shoulders, moving her lower.
"You're the first member of this family to work on it," he assured her. "Go to it, honey."
Her face slid down along his belly, past his hairy pelvis, until her mouth was directly over the hard, throbbing whang. This was her first really good look at it, and she could feel her saliva running in her mouth as her pussy began getting wetter and wetter. There was something about its thickness, with its heavy purple head and its swollen shank lined with twisting veins that brought out the hungering savage in her. She wanted to swallow the entire length of it. She wanted all of it pushing into her gullet. Her daddy really did love her. He was doing things with her he hadn't done with her mother or her sister.
Her hand encircled the base of the throbbing prick, and she could feel the heated pulsations shooting through her palm. She massaged and jerked it with her fingers, caressing it, fondling it, enjoying it. She blew cool air all over it.
"Do I start at the bottom and work up?" she asked, staring at the throbbing cock. "Or do I go down from the top?"
"It might be wiser to work from top to bottom," her father told her, resting a hand on her head, ostensibly caressing her.
"Okay," she whispered, and her breath fell against his quivering glans, making them shudder as another drop of fluid came seeping out.
Her tongue slowly came out of his mouth, then used the point to touch the very tip of his shuddering cock. She felt him jump when she touched him, almost as if her tongue were a hotwire.
God! Fred hadn't had a tongue touch his cock in all the years he'd been married. It had been a situation he'd intended remedying with his wife as soon as he was able, but until then, he was more than happy to know he had a daughter willing to fill in.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, looking at him.
"Yes, darling," he assured her. "Just do whatever feels right to you. Keep on doing it, and don't stop to talk about it."
He looked down at her face and glad her hair was short. It hid almost nothing, and he was able to watch her pursing lips. She pressed the kissing mouth to the head of his meaty whang, kissing all the way around it, dotting the glans with the tip of her tongue.
"Golly!" she whispered. "You're really thick, daddy. I don't know if all of you will fit in my mouth."
Fred pressed on her head a little, letting her kissing tongue once again lap at the onion-shaped head. Then her full, pouting lips wrapped themselves around hr father's flushed penile point, wetting it as her lips rubbed it again again and her tongue licked at the underside.
"Thatta way," her daddy assured her. "Now you're starting to do it, all right."
She rubbed the throbbing phallic point between her no-longer-virginal oral lips, but as she did so, thinking about what she was doing made her blush. She'd never have dreamed she would be doing anything like this.
"Oh, my," she said, gasping, stopping to take a breath, "it really does seem like a very natural thing to do."
Her eyes ran over the rampant length of cock, illuminated solely by the light coming from the TV screen. It was shellacked with her sputum, vibrantly red in the shank where her tongue had barely touched it and richly purple in the head where her lips had done most of the work. She could see the glans pulsing all the more strongly and realized the effect she was having on the weighty cock.
"I'm going to like this a lot," she gasped, and pressed her sucking lips around the throbbing head of his pulsating meat. Little by little she began sucking the rigid pole into her face, letting her mouth work down along the throbbing shank.
"Unnnggghhh!" her father gasped, letting her know she was doing a good job.
His two hands were now gripping her head, and he was pulling and pushing, rubbing her mouth up and down, making certain it was continually moving. Each time he pulled her head down, he probed a little more deeply into her mouth, letting his meat move along her palate.
"Unnnggghhh!" she grunted with her mouth more than half full of cock. God! she thought. This is one thick piece of meat. And to think I'm the one sucking on it instead of Mom. She was willing to settle for that skinny dick of Cousin Larry.
Her tongue leaped out and began brushing the full length of hard cock, licking it up and down. She became more and more familiar with every inch of it, enjoying what she was doing with more and more intensity. Her tongue roamed lower and began licking his scrotum, as well. And without being told, she forced him to raise his thighs a little so she could nibble on his asscheeks. She got the greatest kick from biting her father's butt, chewing on the flesh, feeling it yield under her teeth. She was surprised he didn't yell, then remembered something she'd learned in biology class about there being very few nerves in the buttocks.
Sitting up, she had a wild idea and didn't know if her father would be willing to go along with it.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked, staring at her heaving young breasts, watching the way they bobbled.
"Turn over and lie on your belly," she insisted, shifting on the couch. "I want to try something."
He lay down on the sofa, spreading his thighs as wide as possible, and she reached forward and spread his asscheeks. Then before he quite realized what she was up to, her tongue went spearing into his asscrack. It licked up and down the entire length of the crevice, flitting lightly over the rectal pucker, stopping every now and again to sink her teeth into one asscheek or other.
"Like it?" she asked.
"Baby, you're the best," he told her. "Your mother would die of shock before doing something like this."
"Mom doesn't know what she's missing," Rhonda laughed.
She leaned down and pressed her open mouth into the tight crack of his ass, probing with her tongue, stabbing out the heart of the anal pucker. Golly! Her daddy tasted nice and clean and soapy. She licked the muscular ring of his sphincter all around, wetting it, lubricating it, making him writhe and wriggle while still lying on his belly. And as she continued doing this hands were caressing his balls and occusionally tugging on his stiff pole.
Her tongue kept digging into his rectal interior, trying to push past the sphicter. She succeeded a little, getting less than an inch of tonguetip into his rectum, but moving it around inside, making him gasp and ram a fist into his own mouth to keep himself from shouting out his enjoyment.
Finally she felt a strain on her tongue and pulled it from his throbbing asshole. There was just so much she could do without the lingual digit being pulled right out by the roots.
"Okay," her father whispered. "Now we do tit for tat. You lie down and let me do the same thing to you."
Before she could protest, he had her lying flat on her belly with her white, round buttocks pointed in his direction. Christ! He was going crazy, tonight. This was something no other female had ever done for him, and he intended doing whatever he could to make his oldest daughter happy. His hands parted her white cheeks, and he felt her relax, as if telling him to go ahead. God! What nice, white, round asscheeks. He would have loved to have had his other daughter down here, as well, so he could kiss, bite, and like both asses at once. God! That would really be something. Just thinking about doing things with the two girls made him hotter than ever. One day, when all the jealousy had been driven out of the two of them, he would fuck them both together.
His mind drifted back to the countless times he had seen his little girls growing up, taking showers together, being dried off, showing off their pretty little bodies to him. He loved drying them off, and they hadn't been able to understand why he had stopped doing it when they were eleven. How could they know the sight of their developing bodies were really inflaming him. He especially loved it when they turned around and he dried off their buttocks. He loved the shapes of their rounded asscheeks, and the slant and curve of each crack.
Shaking his head, he cleared the cobwebs from his brain. There was only one ass in front of him right now, and he was going to enjoy lapping it out. He had taught his daughters the value of total cleanliness from the time they were very small, so they were fully aware of the need for all of themselves to be clean. And this meant her sweet little asshole would be eating-good.
Lowering his face, he pressed it into the softness of his little girl's buttocks as his fingers dug into her rounded cheeks. He pulled the cheeks aside and slurped his tongue through the seething crack, lapping heavily, making certain to go over the delectable brown pinch of anal meat again and again. His tongue flattened against the tiny hole, and he began slobbering his heavy, viscous saliva into the tiny, dime-sized pucker.
Ummm! he thought. His daughter was still as clean and as careful as ever. She tasted delicious. His mouth continued working against the pulsing little asshole, sucking, licking, and then dredging into the anal slot, trying to probe into her as she had attempted to dig into him. He pushed harder and harder, forcing her sphincter to widen and accommodate the tongue. But because of the slick, slippery sensation his tongue caused, she felt no pain at all.
"Unnnggghhh! God! God!" she gasped.
"Quiet!" he whispered, raising his head. "The last thing we want to do is wake anyone elese. This is our own private party."
His mouth returned to her ass, his tongue slithering past her sphincter like a slender worm. He began stuffing her tight bumhole with the hot, wet flesh of his oral digit. He presses, pushed, and crammed as much tongue-meat as he could into her shuddering, thrilled asshole. And all the while his wide-open lips planted kisses on her asscheeks. He hummed and sighed as he pressed his mouth against her pert rounded bottom, moving his tongue as much as the tight confines of her rectum would permit.
"Ohhh, daddy, daddy, daddy," she sighed. "It feels so good, but I'd like to do things to you while you do things to me. I enjoy the doing as much as being done to."
Her father pulled his face from her sopping little bunghole, and said, "All right, honey. We'll sixty-nine it for a while."
His mentioning sixty-nine made her think of her mother and her cousin again. Each time she recalled the picture of them in her mind it became less and less detestable. It was something she had wanted to try ever since first wrapping her lips around her father's penis. Now her chance had come.
Since Rhonda was already lying on the couch, all she did was spin so she was face-up, and her father mounted her body with his hovering penis over her beautiful face. She spread her white thighs, displaying her pretty blonde muff to her father's hungry lips.
The penis slowly rode down between her open lips. This time there would be no halfway. This time Fred was determined his beautiful young daughter would swallow the entire cock. Her tongue was already twirling around his throbbing head, then licking the thick shaft as the phallic spear rode deeper and deeper into her tight mouth. She sucked avidly, pulling more and more of it in. When she felt the weighty knob starting to press into her throat, she recalled what her father had told her and completely relaxed. As the thrusting cock pushed deeper, her total relaxation made it easier to probe, and she felt the weighty dong pushing into her gullet, filling her esophagus with his tasty meat. And when his doughy mass of testicles pressed into her nose, she realized she had indeed swallowed in the entire length of her father's thrusting penis. It rubbed her throat raw, and she loved it. Her dilated gullet barely managed to open enough to contain the flesh pipe, and the pressure made the swollen cock pulsate even more quickly.
God! This is so good! she thought to herself. No wonder mom started enjoying it the moment she did it. Too bad she didn't think to do it with dad. It feels so fabulous to have every last bit of his thrusting penis all the way into my throat.
Fred had never had anyone engulf the entire length of his cock in her mouth before. Not even the most professional whore he had ever known, prior to getting married, had been able to suck in his entire length. His daughter was really something special.
He continued diligently lapping at her seething pussy, drinking the fountains of quimjuice coming out. He had her pouting labia widely spread, or at least as widely spread as was possible, considering she was still a virgin. His tongue swathed back and forth, running the length of her narrow pink slit, stopping now and again to try and plunge into her tight cuntal opening. He washed the inner flesh of her labia again and again, stopping once in awhile to suck on her extended clitoris. God! She tasted wonderful. His tongue lapped the extended digit again and again, and then he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it, working it over and over, keeping it filled with pulsing blood. His chin occasionally brushed through the fine wisps of blonde hair, and she began wildly bucking and gyrating. Her lips clamped more tightly on her father's inthrust dork, and suddenly she realized she was having her first real climax.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she garglingly gasped, his thrusting cock effectively muffling her voice and keeping it from being heard throughout the rest of the house. Her thighs tightened around his moving face, and she felt him jam his solid meatpole deeper and deeper into her own throat.
Even as she came, he continued eating out her sopping hole, drinking her spurting lubrication, swallowing it down and letting his tongue lick through the puffy, swollen cuntlips, Somehow, the knowledge this was his own daughter made it all the more enjoyable to him. His tongue continued licking into her, even though he knew she was oversensitive. He had to build her passions all over again, and he didn't want to waste time waiting.
They remained like that a good five minutes. His mouth kept Rhonda at the peak of ecstasy mountain, until she finally slipped her mouth off the immense cock and gasped, "Oh, daddy, daddy, I love this. I love it so much. Nothing in the whole world could be better."
She sucked the rubbery head of his throbbing cock between her lips again, bobbing her head up and down, up and down. Now she even wobbled her head from side to side as she bobbed it, spreading her saliva over the thick muscle while caressing it with the soft flesh of her inner cheeks.
Fred realized he would come in her mouth if she kept this up much longer. He couldn't take it, and so he yanked his hard dingus from between her lips, and said, "Okay, honey. Time for the real thing. You, darling daughter, are about to get fucked."
He rose and turned around, crawling between her loins. The TV set, off to the side from this position, lit up half their faces, leaving the other side in total darkness.
He pressed with his heavy organ, pushing between her tight, virginal, soaking lips. His mouth had deposited more saliva in there than it normally manufactured in an entire day. Mingling with her heavy flow of lubrication, it provided a slick, oily coating for her narrow vaginal walls. Even so, as he thrust, pushing in all the more deeply, he found it difficult to get the entire head of his thick whang into her. He pushed a bit more, and he wedged the swollen glans in a bit deeper. He felt her inner lips closing around his corona, and then he shoved a bit harder.
At last, Rhonda thought. This is what it feels like having a penis enter me. Ohhh yes, yes, I want it. I really want it.
The weighty cock pressed a little harder, widening her tight vaginal tract, shoving, pushing, thrusting, making inroads a little at a time.
Fred was terrified of hurting his daughter. He remembered how loudly Wanda had screamed when he'd fucked her. True, most of her agony came from his rupturing of her particularly tough cherry, but he knew there had been some pain caused by his stretching of her inner walls. Rhonda had lost her hymen by accident, and so she would be spared that particular pain. But he knew his moving cock would be stretching her inner feminine valley wider than it had ever been, and she would be uncomfortable for a few minutes, until the thrilling pleasure of his cock rubbing her inner nerve-endings finally reached her brain with enough strength to overcome the discomfort.
Little by little he continued pushing into her tight corridor, until her body felt totally filled, and she felt his heavy, dangling balls thwack against her asscheeks.
"Ooooooh!" she gasped. "It really does fill me up."
"Does it hurt?" he asked, afraid to move.
"No, daddy. It feels ... welll ... really good."
It's a lot thicker than a finger or tongue, honey. I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh no, daddy. It fits in me just right. It's as if it belongs there. It feels wonderful."
Fred leaned down and pressed his mouth to his daughter's parted lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he had stuffed her tight twat with his eager cock. He jammed his throbbing meat right up against her cervix, feeling her squeezing tunnel close tightly around the pulsing member. Christ! She was so wonderfully wet and juicy inside, making his penis feel as if it were a child snug in a womb.
Rhonda wrapped her arms around her father and pulled his entire weight onto her body. She could feel his hairy chest rubbing against her tender nipples, flattening her firm, pillowy breasts. Then her hands slowly slid down to his butt and gripped his asscheeks. He rammed even deeper into her at the pressure of her fingers, and she realized she could keep him locked inside her for as long as it pleased her. All she had to do was keep touching his sensitive areas. Thinking of sensitive areas brought to mind how close her fingers were to his asscrack, and she invaded the rectal crease, making him hump forward even more swiftly. And then she shoved a forefinger into her father's tight asshole. This made him pump back and forth with even greater vigor, jamming his daughter so full of heated cock she had to strain to keep herself from crying out. At one point her mouth did open to scream, and her father clamped his hand over it, reminding her they had to do this silently. But he didn't miss a stroke, continuing to vigorously pump her tight, thrilled twat with his hard, meaty joint.
"Ahhh ... Ohhh ... uhhh...." she gasped. "It's good, good, don't stop...." she sighed as he continued filling her feminine cavern with his throbbing cock.
Both his hands were gripping her young, firm breasts, kneading her soft, girlish, cushion-like flesh. His fingers rubbed the pink suction cup-like aureolae and tweaked her hard, blood-filled nipples.
Rhonda rolled her smooth, soft thighs against her daddy's pumping groin, literally slurping his fat penile straw into the sucking depths of her womanly tube. Lubrication gushed and spat out around his thrusting wand and sprayed all over his pubis.
"It's good, sweet baby, it's really good," he gasped, between hot, heavy soul kisses.
"Yes, daddy," she agreed. It's very good. I ... uhhh ... love it."
He had his arms resting on either side of her body now, no longer able to touch her breasts, and he began leaning into her, hammering his thrusting spike in again and again, filling and refilling her sweet, young body.
"More," she urged. "More ... uhhh ... and faster ... faster...."
She writhed under the pressure he was building up in her teenage body, feeling the masculine meat pound wildly into her. Her hips were writhing in a clockwise motion, and her father was moving his counterclockwise, pumping his thrusing cock into her crushing tightness, feeling the head of his slamming cock bounce off her cervix again and again. His hot, hard prong sloshed in and out of her wet, satin flesh.
"Unngghh!" she gasped. "Ohhh, daddy, it's so ... ahhh ... thrilling ... kiss me ... kiss me ... kiss me...."
He leaned into her, once more rubbing his hairy chest against her sensitive nipples as his mouth clamped onto hers, kissing her mouth strongly, shoving his meaty tongue through her oral cave. Her sweet, cupid's bow lips sucked his tongue inside and her teeth clamped down tightly on it. A mad, atomic blast began building up in her body and she realized it was ten times more powerful than the one she had felt when she and her father had been sixty-nining, before. Her groin slammed violently against his, breaking the rhythm of his hard thrusts, speeding up, moving faster, lunging, plunging, thrusting, as she ecstatically moaned and gasped, "Yesss...." She took a deep breath, inhaling as much air as she could, and was about to screech her enjoyment out as loud as she could when her daddy once again clamped his hand over her mouth, and all she could do was yell a muffled, "UUUMMMPHHHHHH!"
Fred continued pounding his thrusting dork into his daughter's clutching cunnus, feeling her writhe and squirm in ecstatic rapture. Her hips rolled and her moving vaginal interior seemed to tighten even more, completely trapping his rigid lance. He jammed his throbbing putz all the way in, knowing the sucking vaginal grotto had no intention of ever releasing his solid lance as long as it remained in this stolid, unbending condition. It didn't matter anymore. He was going to fire his burning sperm into the depths of his young daughter's clutching nookie. Her arms twined around his neck, and she tugged his face even closer to hers, kissing his mouth and biting his lips, chewing on his thrusting tongue as she went insane in the throes of maddening enjoyment. Any scream he might have had in his throat died before it could pass his lips as his thrusting cock flooded her wet hole with his white, fluidic pudding.
Even as he fired into her, her tight cunt was squeezing, tugging, sucking and milking his solid prick, intent on draining every last drop of sperm from within his spurting prick. Her love-lips gripped the base of his throbbing cock and pulled, sucking him more and more deeply into her. Every last drop of the precious spunk went flooding into the deepest, most remote part of her anxious cunt. Her groin was like an octopus, and her outer and inner labia pulled harder and harder.
Feeling her father's frothing seed spurt into her, Rhonda shuddered with enjoyment. She'd had no idea it could feel so good, and now that she'd come to understand why sex had "corrupted" all the other members of her family, she intended remaining "corrupt" the rest of her life. This was the strongest force she had ever known, and she knew she would want more and more of it as time went by.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning, Sunday, the two girls awoke to the sounds of their parents thrashing together in their bed. Both lay there, listening. Both felt jealous of their mother, and both knew their father would be useless for the rest of the day, even if he'd have been available, which he wasn't.
Eventually, each girl got up and took a shower, and dressed in a simple blouse and skirt. Rhonda had gone back to her old page-boy hairstyle, while Wanda had her hair combed all the way back. They went downstairs and made breakfast, but each felt a burn in her crotch and knew it wouldn't be assuaged by the mere use of a finger. Each needed something more.
Their parents came down to breakfast, and the girls almost felt angry at their mother, seeing the look of contentment on her face. The also noticed the pale look on their father's face.
Barbara was feeling good, very good. Her husband had insisted she let him eat her that morning before fucking her. To Fred's total surprise, she had offered no resistance at all, and after making her come twice with his tongue, he had lanced his throbbing cock into her and had given her five more orgasms before coming, himself. He had taken a long time to come because of what had happened with Rhonda, the previous night.
"We're going to look at some antique shops today," Barbara told her daughters. "Would you like to come along?
"No thanks," Rhonda answered, thinking she might be able to use Cousin Larry. Heck, he was better than nothing.
"I have reading to catch up on," Wanda said, never even thinking of Cousin Larry. Perhaps, if she stayed home and read, she would feel better.
When breakfast was over and the dishes washed and put away, the parents took an hour to get ready, then left. Wanda went into the living room and plopped on the couch where her father and sister had wildly fornicated the previous night. She had a book with her, but was in no mood to read. Her body was bothering the hell out of her, letting her know it needed more cock.
She spied some apricot brandy in a decanter on the glass table in front of the sofa. She wondered if it was any good. She didn't like beer or whiskey, but brandy might be a new experience.
Rhonda, meanwhile, decided to go across the street to visit Cousin Larry, but the moment she got there, she saw any idea of sex was out of the question. Both Larry's sisters were there, and there was no chance of their leaving her along with Larry. So she stayed and talked awhile, then left. She thought of going to the nearby park and looking for another man, but vetoed that idea. Venereal disease was running rampant throughout the country, and she would have been foolish to risk getting it. Her father, or, in a pinch, Cousin Larry, would have to suffice her, for a while, anyway.
Going home, she walked into the living room and saw her sister sipping the brandy. Wanda had gotten herself a small glass and was drinking it slowly as she tried reading her book.
"The book any good?" Rhonda asked.
"Not really," her sister replied. "Some of these best-sellers are real stiffs."
"Let's watch some TV," Rhonda suggested, getting a glass, herself.
"Good idea," Wanda nodded. "What's on?"
"Abbott and Costello Meet the Monster Who . Ate Brooklyn," Rhonda replied, snapping on the TV set.
The two girls watched the movie, and then another movie, and between them they were steadily emptying the decanter. By the time the second movie was finished, Wanda, who had "sipped" nearly three times as much brandy as her sister, was fall-down drunk. She felt as if she were floating on a soft, fleecy cloud, but it was a warm cloud, completely enveloping her body.
"Le's fuck!" she snapped to Rhonda who was far from sober.
"Who can we fuck?" Rhonda asked, surprised to find she was behaving in such a blase manner about the subject.
"We c'n fuck each other," Wanda laughed.
"With what?" Rhonda asked.
"I dunno. Hey, I got it. We got those Christmas candles upstairs inna linen closet. Le's use 'em."
"Okay," Rhonda nodded, and the two girls, barely managing to support one another, got to their feet and staggered up the stairs. They made it into their bedroom, then Wanda fell, face-up, on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Clothes too tight," she muttered.
"Le' me take 'em off you," Rhonda suggested.
"Good idea," Wanda muttered.
Working slowly, not wanting to tear off any buttons because she was smashed, Rhonda undid her sister's blouse a button at a time. She opened the front of her sister's blouse.
Rhonda was glad her sister had chosen a simple outfit that day. Everything either buttoned down the front or unzipped down the side. This made it simple for her to remove everything.
She tugged the blouse out of the skirt before thinking to unzip the skirt and make things easier.
Before trying to tug it from her sister's shoulders, she paused to look at her body. Yes, Wanda's body mirrored her own in almost every detail. There were a few birthmarks each girl had in different places, but other than that, their bodies looked exactly alike. Their breasts were equally firm and round. Rhonda could see the pinkness of the nipples, the curvaceousness of her hips, and the solidity of her thighs. She enjoyed looking at Wanda, because she knew she looked this good to others. She could appreciate sensuality, having more than her own share of that particular quality. It was really going to be something to look at her sister's body in action. It would be like seeing herself. God! It would really be something to feel her sister in private places and know how it felt when others touched her in those same places. How many females really had an opportunity like this?
Kneeling by the bed, Rhonda rolled her sister onto her belly so she could pull the blouse off. Wanda was in a temporary funk, enjoying her drunkenness quietly.
Rhonda became more and more aroused, thinking of how her sister and herself were about to really enjoy one another. She didn't think of herself as being homosexual, but rather bisexual since she realized she would probably get just as much enjoyment from either a male or female.
Wanda giggled as her sister pulled off the blouse.
"Wow!" she announced. "I feel like I'm really floating."
Then she laughed into the mattress, lying still for the moment like totally dead weight. The warm air in the room seemed to touch every part of her body and wash over her.
"Now the skirt and panties," Rhonda murmured, and she proceeded to tug the unzipped skirt down over her sisters hips and thighs and pull it off. She also pulled her sister's shoes off, but left the socks on. She liked the looks of her sister's bare back, as well. Like her own, this one was unblemished. Acne seemed to have come into and out of the girls' lives in less than six months between their twelfth and thirteenth birthdays. The few pimples they did have were barely noticeable. Now they had none.
The moonshaped cheeks of her sister's ass looked delicious. She was able to understand her father's fascination with her own buttocks. Wanda's panties were trapped in the crevice between the two rounded orbs, stretching tightly and giving Rhonda a lewd preview of what was underneath.
The older sister gently worked her fingers under the waistband of the younger girl's panties, and rolling one side down at a time, she finally managed to remove the "seatcovers". Now she had an unobstructed view of the white, creamy, sexy buttocks. As she slipped the panties off from around her sister's ankles, Rhonda felt herself becoming even more excited, and she wanted to reach out and spread the firm round cheeks and get a good look at what the dark crease hid. Instead, she began lightly caressing her sister's buttocks. After all, if she pushed things too far, too fast, Wanda might become suspicious and try to find out where she had learned so much in a relatively short time. But her hands did brush closer and closer to the girl's inner thighs.
"Ooooooh!" Wanda sighed, feeling the heated contact of her sister's hands against her upper inner thighs. Chilling shivers began making their way up her spine, and the wild emotions running through her were beginning to confuse her. After all, she was only supposed to like all this when a man touched her. Why did she enjoy her sister's touch? Or was it her sister? Her befuddled mind was no longer able to think clearly, and for a moment she believed her father was putting his hands on her. This really seemed like the only sensible explanation for her nakedness ... or so it seemed to her drunken mind. After all, her daddy was really the only one to ever touch her forbidden sexual zones. The fiery sensation in her lower belly was building higher with the passing seconds. It seemed to be demanding to be put out.
Enjoying the way her sister was responding to her touch, Rhonda felt emboldened to continue. Now she had Wanda totally naked before her. She was anxious to go farther, and suddenly wished she could take movies of this and show it off to the world.
The candle, she thought. She had to get the candle. They wouldn't really be able to do anything wifhout it. So she picked herself up, went to the linen closet, and took out a baybery candle. This she brought back with her to the bedroom, noting Wanda hadn't moved from where she'd left her on the bed. She hoped her sister hadn't fallen asleep. God! Did she have too much to drink?
Standing beside the bed, she reached her hand out very slowly, letting her fingertips tease up and down the soft inner flesh of her sister's thighs.
"Ummm! That really feels good," Wanda sighed, and Rhonda was relieved to find her sister still wide awake. Maybe her mind was a bit fogged, but she was still very much wide awake. And she was very much aware of what was happening. It was going to be one hell of an afternoon. Rhonda quickly undressed and slid onto the bed beside her sister.
Excitement began increasing in Rhonda as she pressed her anxious flesh against Wanda's youthful body. Confronted with her sister's delightful nakedness, lewd images began forming in her mind. She was unable to control the wicked sensations flashing through her own nude form. She could feel herself becoming more and more emotionally involved. What she and her sister were going to do was stimulating her inner vagina, making the fluid within gush out and soak her outer lips. The pleasure in her body was increasing, and she knew she was unable to stop the building thrills.
"Wanda," Rhonda whispered, tugging her sister even closer.
"Hmmm?" Wanda replied, revealing her half-dazed condition to her sister.
Wanda's mind was somewhere else, dreaming about all the fun she'd had with her daddy two days before. She wondered when they would be able to get together again. It had been good, really good. Her naked body ached and quivered for that land of continued attention. As she felt hands wander over her smooth flesh, she imagined her father was touching her. It had to be her father. Her body was all aflame for him. She ached to have him caress her all over, and then she wanted him to fuck her.
"Ooooooh!" she sighed as her sister began to gently stroke her back with long smooth caresses.
Rhonda was all set to say something, but at the last second demurred. She decided it would be wise to keep her mouth shut for the moment, seeing her sister was under some kind of spell. She was reacting the way Rhonda had hoped she would, convincing her Wanda was really enjoying it. She hoped she would be able to get as much from all this as her sister, but she realized she was enjoying what she was doing almost as much as her sister was enjoying having it done to her.
Wanda's nipples were hard bullets, and heavy moisture was starting to form in her vagina. She writhed as her sister continued caressing her, half-turning for a moment. When Rhonda saw the stiffness of her sister's nipples, she almost felt a pang of jealousy. Then she looked down at her own nipples and realized she was no less aroused.
Bending forward, she let the tip of her tongue touch the nape of her sister's neck, then trail down her spine, right to the top of her ass.
"Ooooooh!" Wanda gasped. "That feels so wonderful. Daddy, do some more, please do some more."
In her mind, Wanda pictured her father hovering over her, touching her with his fingers and tongue, and she had never felt him this gentle before. She wanted him to go on fondling her body forever.
Rhonda smiled to herself, realizing Wanda was dreaming their father was the one touching her. She wondered what Wanda's reaction would be if she were sober and discovered her sister was doing all these things instead of her father. Rhonda realized it was too early for crotch-to-crotch contact. Her sister would feel the lack of penis and would snap out of her funk. Rhonda didn't want that happening ... yet. She wanted her sister so aroused, that when she finally did realize what was happening, she would be more than willing to continue. So, in spite of the burning urge to pull her sister to her and hold her tightly, Rhonda resisted, lying back and planning the best course of action, save for her lips, which lingered at the base of her sister's spine.
Now she began licking lower, letting her tongue run over the smooth cheeks of her sister's buttocks. As she lapped lower, she began inhaling the fragrant vaginal juices pouring from Wanda's tight pussylips. The scent aroused her all the more. She wondered if her own juices had smelled this good to her father. Would they eventually smell good to her sister? Little by little she was arousing Wanda to where she wanted to be fucked.
Rhonda lifted her tongue from her sister's flesh to blow a whisper of heated breath between the tender flesh where her loins came together. Wanda responded with a soft, sighing moan. Then Rhonda ran her shivering pink tongue between the white inner thighs, licking down to the backs of her sister's knees, then licking up again, not quite allowing her tongue to touch her sister's pussy. The hot cunt would have to wait awhile, until it was so aroused it wouldn't care what was poked into it to sate it.
The teasing tongue between Wanda's electrified thighs was like the tip of a cattle prod sending licentious blasts through her trembling body, charging her with wanton desire, making her shudder through and through. The thrills seemed to paralyze her, and Wanda realized she had become a slave to her emotions. The softness of the mattress against her face, her breasts, her belly and her thighs made her feel secure, yet aroused. She felt confident whatever happened would happen for the best. Her daddy could do whatever pleased her because he always did what was best for her. The drunken sensations were slowly being vaporized from her brain, being replaced by the thrilling, heated sensations of delicious pressure. Her hot cunt was tingling with anticipation of what was to come. She was certain it would shortly be receiving a penis. Gone and forgotten was the drunken conversation she had held with her sister in the living room a little earlier. She spread her thighs wide apart, aching to feel that wonderful tongue move into her steaming inner channel.
So gorgeous, Rhonda thought, looking at her sister's thighs. No wonder daddy couldn't keep away from me. I look just like her down there, and I can't resist my own sister's crotch. And daddy has my vagina, Wanda's vagina, and mother's vagina. Gosh! He really is lucky. All we have is daddy. Not that he isn't wonderful, but he just won't have enough stamina for the three of us. What we need is at least two more cocks, as long, as thick, and as delicious as his. Gosh!
Rhonda could no longer restrain herself. She had to taste the juices from her sister's inner oven. She was certain she would have her sister totally docile once her mouth began working on her. More, she had the feeling Wanda might want to do to her what she was about to do to her sister.
Reaching between her sister's heated thighs with her right hand, Rhonda slowly moved her extended finger toward her sister's quivering pussy. Little by little they approached the moist, thick, round lips Of Wanda's heated cunt. The sparse strands of blond pubic hair seemed to extend themselves to be touched by her thumb and forefinger. Rhonda carefully spread the fur-lined labia to expose the rich coral inner flesh to her eyes. Resting near the mattress was the hardened nubbin of her sister's aching clitoris. Her middle finger extended itself toward the trembling clit, and then lightly brushed it.
"Aaannnhhh!" Wanda gasped.
It was as if all the enjoyment she had felt with her daddy were suddenly overwhelming her all at once. The shuddering blasts of inner sensation centered in her pink clitorial pearl seemed to shoot into every nerve in her trembling body, filling her with more and more lustful desire. It was a complete replay of her thrilling experience with her father. She ground her hips against the massaging finger, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the flame in her intestines increased. Then the finger she felt at her vaginal entrance began moving forward. She tensed as she felt it push through her inner labia and hover at the opening to her seething snatch. It pushed briefly against the tight, clasping flesh, then slid back again, and Wanda impatiently wiggled her cunt against the mattress, as if trying to catch the extended finger between her vaginal labia.
"Ohhh ... yes, daddy ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she moaned, still in a drunken stupor as her sister's long, slender middle finger began slowly snaking its way into her tight vaginal canal. The finger continued sliding into her until the girl's palm was pressed up against her sister's watering nest. The light blonde hair tickled Rhonda's palm, making the girl rotate her finger inside her sister's tight box. She teased her finger in and out, tugging it back and forth, hearing the slavering slurps each time the digit moved. Wanda felt herself rising higher and higher on the scale of rapture.
Rhonda felt herself breathing more heavily as she realized she was becoming more and more excited watching her sister becoming aroused. She thrilled to the feeling of her sister's buttocks pressing against her hand each time she ran her finger all the way into the seething snatch. God! She wished she could put the middle finger of her other hand into her own pussy, but it would divert her attention from what she was doing. Soon she would turn her sister over and really go to work on her tight pussy, worming the bayberry candle into her. In the meanwhile, she continued pumping her slender finger in and out of her sister's roasting pussy, wondering if males were aware how much women enjoyed a long warm-up period. Her daddy seemed aware of it, but were other men equally aware?
Pulling on her sister's elongated nipples by pushing her hand between Wanda's breasts and the mattress, Rhonda found the enlarging excitement in her body becoming more and more uncontrollable. She could no longer remain objective at this point. She had to feel some kind of satisfaction, too. More than that, she was thrilling to the sensation of her sister becoming more and more aroused! Each sigh of delight coming from her sister's lips seemed to stimulate the juices in her own quivering body. There was a strong, rising sensation of thrilling arousal building between her own legs, and soon the feeling would require some kind of sexual gratification. If she made Wanda come quickly enough, maybe Wanda would have enough strength to do something for her.
Without slipping her finger from Wanda's tight box, Rhonda reached out to the candle lying on the nearby night table. Lord! The only resemblance it bore to a penis was its length and shape. It wasn't nearly as thick as her father's throbbing cock. Nor was it warm. It lacked the wonderfully thrilling pulsations of a penis, and there was no actual helmet-shaped head. All in all, it was a poor substitute for a cock, but it would do.
Slowly easing her fingers out of her sister's creaming snatch, she prepared to press the candle into her. Wanda reached back, trying to find the fingers she had enjoyed so much. For a moment nothing was there. She had been close to a minor climax, and for the moving finger in her vagina to suddenly stop was truly maddening. She wanted to cry out to her daddy, or whoever was fingering her, to put the digit back inside her. But she felt hands tolling her over so she lay on her back, with her knees upraised and her loins spread wide apart. Although still somewhat drunk, she thought her father would fall on her now, and drive his heated prick into her tortured depths. She tried opening her eyes, but the sunlight, streaming in through the window, was blinding. She clamped her eyelids shut, concentrating solely on the gratification she intended enjoying from within. Her hotly screaming pussy was aching for penile attention. "Fuck me, daddy!" she gasped. "Fuck me, now!
Fuck me, hard! Fuck me again and again!"
Her teeth were tightly clamped together and her voice came groaning out from between them. She felt hands pushing on her knees, shoving them back, back, back, until they touched her nipples.
Rhonda, staring at her sister's aroused breasts, couldn't resist releasing the girl's knees and tweaking her nipples. She massaged the solid mounds of flesh, tugging on the rosy buds and wishing she could suck on them. Heck! Why simply wish? Why not do it? And she did, leaning forward and pulling the coral tip into her mouth. She began sucking strongly, feeling her sister clamp her arms around her head for a moment and tightly clutch her to her breast. Pressing the candle between tightly clamped inner thighs, Rhonda moved onto the bed between her sister's wide-open thews, still sucking on her nipple while her hand massaged the younger girl's other breast. Her sharp teeth bit down a little on the girl's swollen tit-bud, and Wanda sighed with ecstasy. The nipples of her own breast were arousingly pressing against Wanda's belly, Rhonda sucked and pulled the breast of her sister deeper into her mouth, hungering to swallow the entire orb. Wanda groaned, writhing and squirming as her sister's mouth continued wildly sucking, as if trying to draw sustenance from the firm, round pap. Wanda's hands crushed all the more tightly around Rhonda's head, and the older sister felt her nostrils and face being surrounded by the mounds of titflesh. Lord! In the past day or two it seemed as if both their bosoms had enlarged more than a little. Fucking seemed to have taken its toll on them.
Tugging her head free of Wanda's tight grip, Rhonda sat up and looked down at her sister's craving body. She could see Wanda was more than ready for the candle.
"Please, please, please," Wanda was gasping. "I need to be fucked. Please, fuck me now!"
The younger girl writhed helplessly beneath the sitting body of her sister, her body seemingly with a will of its own. The feeling of lips and teeth pulling at her nipple had driven her to the brink of insanity, and if she didn't get some relief soon, she would fall over. Her arching thighs were humping up and down, and Rhonda realized, the candle she was clutching between her own thighs was rubbing against her sister's pubic mound, teasing it even more.
Wanda, feeling the candle tickle her vaginal lips, was convinced she was in an instant replay of her own defloration. But this time there was no pain. This time it would be all pleasure, and so she raised her thighs higher, faster.
Rhonda moved back and took the candle from between her own loins, realizing she missed it even if it hadn't touched her own sopping lips. It might have been a poor substitute for a cock, but anything was better than emptiness.
Holding the candle by the thick, unpointed end, Rhonda pressed the tapered tip against her sister's fluted pussylips. The hair-lined slit began opening, and she rubbed the little wick, extending from the candle, up and down, tickling the bubble of clitoral flesh. She leaned down to watch what she was doing, and she was amazed to see her sister's slavering vagina open and close like the mouth of some preying fish trying to capture a helpless guppy. The wax moved through the curling hairs, running up and down, until Wanda's gasps told her sister she could no longer take this teasing. She moved the tapered point lower, rubbing it against the narrow elastic opening, then little by little Rhonda increased the pushing pressure, pressing the waxen rod against her sister's damp, pink passage.
"Oooh ... ahhhhhh...." Wanda sighed, feeling the point of what she imagined to be a penis start rotating into her vagina. She arched her loins, anxious to feel the slender probe move deeper. She wanted it all the way in, like the last time.
Even though it felt a lot more slender than the first time, Wanda realized her vagina was still tight, and resisted the entry of the cylinder pushing its way into her. But it continued sliding deeper and deeper into her, and when it touched her cervix, it felt so narrow inside, it was actually able to bypass the womb-opening and move even deeper into her pulsating trench, sinking deeper than ever before. Nothing had ever gone this far into her. The pressure against her thrillingly aroused interior was intensifying since the object being thrust into her seemed to get thicker as it moved in. It managed to touch all her inner walls, but only because of the way she compressed her vaginal interior around it.
"More, more, more," Wanda begged, and Rhonda shoved, pushing all but the part of the candle her hand was holding into her sister's steaming interior. God! Wanda's cunt was so hot, Rhonda wondered if the candle wax would melt inside her. She was taking nearly nine inches of candle into her. Had the taper not been so slender, it would never have been able to go in so far. The cervix would have stopped a cock from sinking that deeply into the girl.
The sight of the waxen cylinder inside her sister's tight, clamping nookie was arousing Rhonda more and more. She tugged then pushed, and Wanda began bucking insanely, moving her tender inner flesh up and down the length of the probing candle.
It was s-o-o-o-o-o-o good. There was no pain at all, this time. It fitted into her with such delightful pressure, and the smooth hardness was truly a delight to her hot, tender walls. She could feel the hardened wax parting her inner tightness, ploughing in and out with rapid, thrusting strokes. It moved almost all the way out, then slid all the way back in, making her body rapidly shudder up and down. She gasped and sighed again and again, wishing she could feel even more pressure. Somehow this just didn't feel like her daddy's cock. It had been so thick, stretching her interior, giving her some little pain, but giving that much more pleasure to more than compensate for any anguish. Oh Lord!
"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!" Wanda gasped, as the moving of the fucking candle increased its speed, running more frenziedly in and out of her anguished body. Her stomach was sucking in and out at rapid, uncontrolled speed. That orgasm was starting to well up inside her all over again, only this time it was stronger than ever. It wasn't going to be a small, minor sensation, this time. It was going to be good, really good.
Looking at her sister's face, Rhonda saw the ecstasy scrawled all over it. The younger girl's head was whipping from side to side, the strands of blonde hair matted with perspiration. Her hands were gripping her own breasts, palms massaging the nipples furiously as she rammed her thighs up to meet the furious thrusts of the candle.
Rhonda felt her own forehead break out with perspiration. The sight of her sister so erotically aroused had a strong effect on her because her sister's face was her own face, and it was as if she was looking at herself. She rammed the candle back and forth with even greater speed. Her other hand pressed into her own naked belly. Little by little the fingers began wandering down, dancing through the light blonde fleece on her pelvis, reaching for the pink slit beneath. God! God! She didn't want to be sated with her own finger. This was the one thing she had wanted to avoid all day. She could no longer help herself. The finger would have to do until her sister was through with the candle, then she could stick it into her own simmering pussy.
Her own vagina was soaking wet with the oily flow coming from within, and she had almost no trouble worming a forefinger into herself. She twirled the finger around and around, and suddenly realized she definitely needed more. Little by little she managed to slip a second finger inside herself, pushing the two digits back and forth, sensing the slightly rougher surface of her own vaginal interior.
Wanda let out an almost pitiful gasp, bucking up and down and taking as much candle into her cunt as possible. Her climax was almost there. Any moment now, and it would overwhelm her. Rhonda's hand moved the candle through her sister's aching pussy in time to the way her fingers massaged her own clitoris.
"Yessssss ... yessssss ... yessssss...." Wanda shouted, her entire body in rapturous ecstasy.
The candle kept rubbing the side of the neck of her womb each time it plunged into her. Every nerve in her vagina seemed to be touched by the smooth waxen length, and as she writhed she felt the building orgasm finally take shape inside her and fully blossom out.
"OHHHHHH, GEEEEEE!" she screamed as her body trembled with ultimate delight. "COMMMIIINNNGGG ... I'M COMMIIINNNGGG ... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH!"
Rhonda watched the cheeks of her sister's upraised ass begin a strong, hard clenching around the pinched, brown pucker of her anus while her thighs tightly crushed the candle. As the heavy flood of orgiastic fluids came spurting from Wanda's crushing nookie, Rhonda saw the little streaks of green and realized the bayberry candle was literally melting in the oven of her sister's vagina. What seemed like gallons of heavy fluid poured out from around the moving candle, soaking her hand almost up to the elbow as the bubbling ooze sopped the bedcovers. Rhonda writhed, feeling her fingers push harder into her own cunt, and she wished she, too, could come. But fingers just weren't enough. They would never be enough. And the candle she was hoping to use was shrinking to where it would be of no value to Rhonda. There was another candle in the closet, but Rhonda flinched at the thought of wax melting inside her. As it was, she could have to clean her sister out and make sure none of the green paraffin hardened in Wanda's nest.
After awhile, Wanda's body began to relax, letting her sister know she had completed a series of crises. Rhonda withdrew what was left of the candle from her sister's pussy, and dropped it into the nearby wastebasket. And that was when Wanda's eyes finally opened.
* * *
Realizing what had happened, Wanda sat up and wordlessly pushed her sister back on the bed. And before Rhonda could say anything, the tongue of hex anxious sister was in her own seething honey pot, bringing her to a screaming conclusion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The new closeness between the twins prompted each to tell the other all she had experienced, as well as all she had seen. Wanda was the more surprised of the two, especially after hearing about her mother and their cousin Larry. Although the girls agreed their father belonged primarily to their mother, neither was in a hurry to give him up. The idea of sharing Cousin Larry between them didn't make either of them very happy, either. But both girls agreed, they needed more cock. Douching the remnants of the bayberry candle from Wanda's interior hadn't been too thrilling an experience, so candles were out. And the boys in school were all braggarts and blabbermouths, so they would have to forget about using them.
"I think," Wanda said, now totally sober, "well have to offer the problem to daddy and see what kind of solution he finds."
"Oh, daddy won't like the idea of our fucking with anyone else," Rhonda pointed out.
"Well he's just going to have to adjust to the idea," Wanda insisted. "I mean, he isn't supposed to be fucking us, himself. There's no way he can object to what we want."
"One thing is sure, and that is: if we go on fucking with daddy, mother is certain to find out," Rhonda said.
"Yes, but if what you say is true, mother is being unfaithful, too. I think the best thing would be for father to find mother being unfaithful, and then, out of revenge, he can screw us in front of mother and she won't be able to object."
"But how can we be sure mother'll even do anything with Cousin Larry again?" Rhonda asked.
"By convincing Larry to blackmail mother into letting him fuck her," Wanda answered.
"How can we do that?"
"Rhonda, there's only one way. We have to make a personal sacrifice this once, and let Cousin Larry play with us."
"But he had such a skinny cock. Even the candle we used was thicker."
"True, but such sacrifices do occasionally have to be made."
"I suppose," Rhonda nodded. "Gee, for such a shy, timid kid, you've really changed."
"I'm still a shy, timid kid with other people around," Wanda explained. "It's just that when I'm with you I feel relaxed and I can talk."
"Well, I would think tonight is the best time to do it."
"Why is that?" Rhonda asked.
"His sisters will be out at the church bingo meeting, and he'll be home alone. Sunday night is the one night we can always be sure Larry!! be alone. And that being the case, I think we should keep him company."
"When'll we go?"
"Right after supper. Popll be looking for an excuse to be alone with mom again. Hell probably be all hot and horny, and if he thinks we've gone to some dumb church social or something, he'll be content and not try to find out where we are. And we can go and 'convince' Cousin Larry to fuck mother."
CHAPTER NINE
Ever since his affair with his cousin Barbara, Larry had been dreaming of sex. His mind had constantly focused on his fulcrum, thinking how great it would be to fuck Barbara again. It never occurred to him to chase after other females, but he did start a diary. It was a book rich with his imagination, and it was something no one else would ever see. He was starting to imagine himself as being a hardboiled Bogartesque type character, and it would eventually help bring him out of his shell. When his two cousins once removed came to his house after his sisters were gone, and offered themselves to him in return for his blackmailing their mother into another fucking session, he was flabbergasted. But he was quick to agree, especially after the session they had with him. As with their mother, he came too quickly the first time, and had to relax while they played with one another in front of him until he finally raised his cane again, and did a credible job. In his mind, his penis was much larger than it really was, and that was the way he wrote it in his diary. When the girls finally left him, he sat and wrote the following:
"I fucked my two kid cousins tonight. They came in here, admitting they couldn't resist my manly charms. I guess their mother, my cousin Barbara, was right.
"They came in, and before I realized it, both girls had stripped down. Their tits were two matched sets, firm and pear-shapted. Each boob had a large pink aureole, centered with a thick nipple. Their waists were pinched and their hips were developing nicely, as were their asses. They stripped me, sat me on my bed, and went to work on me, Rhonda kissing my belly while Wanda started sucking my cock. I reached for Wanda's boobs, but she backed off from my massaging fingers. The way she pulled her tit away made me want to go after it, but in the position in which I was sitting, I couldn't do a thing without losing the enjoyment of what the girls were doing to me. Automatically my hand compressed harder and squeezed Rhonda's firm boob, and this made Rhonda suck on my flesh a bit harder, leaving little black-and-blue marks all around.
"Rhonda finally took her mouth from my stomach and stared down at the bobbing head of her sister. She reached down and grabbed the swaying tit I had attempted to touch, and we both saw Wanda shudder. Taking her head from my body, Rhonda got off the bed and kneeled beside the cocksucking Wanda. She dipped her head lower, turning her face upward and forcing it between my skin and Wanda's body, putting the upstanding little nipple between her lips and compressing. Wanda writhed in pleasure, and while still pumping her mouth full of solid cockflesh, reached between the thighs of her sister, rubbing the fiery gash and letting her middle finger slip inside the labial slot.
"We stayed this way for awhile, I jack-hammering my turgid prick as far into Wanda's mouth as possible. The tightness of her lips began having its effect on me, and I announced I was going to blast off if we maintained this position.
"Rhonda suddenly took her mouth off Wanda's aroused tit and sat up, saying, "It's been a little time since I've tasted semen. Let me finish him, Wanda."
"Who'd have believed my cousins were such hot cunts?
"Wanda shook her head, and I could feel the ridges of her teeth making slight indentations in my corona. Rhonda was getting angry, so I suggested, 'Why don't you girls take turns."
"How about it?' Rhonda pleaded, and her sister nodded.
""How do we do it?' Rhonda asked, while Wanda continued to savagely suck.
""Just as I come, I'll yell. Wanda can have the first four blasts, and then she'll yank her head away and you can clamp your mouth down and take the rest."
""Okay with you?' Rhonda asked. Her sister nodded, then slid her mouth over to the side so she only sucked on the right half of my pulsing prick. Rhonda got the idea and let her own lips cover the exposed part of my throbbing cock. The two girls moved up and down in unison, their lips actually touching around my burning pole. When they slid up to the top of my twitching phallus, their tongue actually intertwined around the glans and they soul-kissed while thoroughly licking my corona.
"It was while both mouths had worked their way down to my scrotum that I could feel the boiling froth starting to work its way up the inside of my flesh-cylinder.
"'Now,' I screamed, and Wanda's head returned to the top of my broiling meat, just in time to catch the first blast of searing sperm. I could actually feel the stream splatter against the back of her throat, and then I shot a second stream. Her tongue swooped it up and carried it to the back of her mouth as I unleashed a third squirt. The fourth followed before she could swallow, and with her mouth full of come cream, Wanda pulled her leeching lips from my bursting prick, making room for her sister, anxiously waiting her turn.
"My fifth shot came too fast for Rhonda to catch it in her mouth. It made a white streak along her left cheek as she clamped her mouth tightly over my flesh fountain, and she bobbed her head vigorously in the hope she could excite more semen to spurt forth. I fired at least a dozen times more, though I think I unleashed more in my first four shots than in the twelve following. Still, Rhonda was happily sucking away, noisily slurping and smacking her lips against my draining dong, hungrily pulling out the thick, gummy liquid, savoring every drop of it.
"Wanda, seeing the white streak of semen on her sister's cheek, leaned over and licked it off, then slid her head between her sister's chin and my balls, face up, and began licking my scrotum, making sure her sister got those last few drops.
"Finally, I stopped shooting and fell back on the bed, a bit tired. I was literally drained. However neither of the sisters had been satisfied, and they turned to one another and began kissing, falling on the bedroom carpet. Each had a hand cupped into her sister's creaming cunt.
"They stretched out full length on the floor, each hungrily kissing and licking the other. I stared, fascinated at the way they were intertwined, locked in a joint embrace from top to bottom. Lips pressed against lips, and open mouths revealing lunging tongues.
"Arms were entwined in a fascinating combination of feminine curves. Legs twisted about one another, grasping and tugging the opposite female as close as possible until it looked as if they were two curves belonging to a single lovely body. Their breathing was so perfectly matched, it was as if only one person inhaled and exhaled; a single living human freak with four arms and four legs.
"Their bellies pressed deep into one another, sutured together by their joint perspiration. Two flat panes of flesh now rubbed one against the other as their mouths clung voraciously, tongues whipping away. Tiny, full, rounded tit pressed against its counterpart, the four nipples grinding in perfect unison as they rubbed. Their hands no longer grasped each other's pussies, but tightly held one another, letting their curved labia feel the friction from the leaking lips of the other. Then-crushing cunts pressed hard against each other, burning under the strain-of heavy passion ignited by having first let their mouths suck my enlarged dong.
"I watched them letting themselves get carried away by feelings I never suspected either capable of knowing. I'd seen women enjoy one another before, but never with such an inner passion. The two were more than making love to each other. They were actually loving each other. Both had been hungry for a man, and now they were taking out the hunger on one another. I could sympathize with them, knowing how delightful each body had felt to me.
"Neither of the twins was fully aware of what she was doing. Each was reacting strictly to their senses of touch and taste. The stimulation of nipple against nipple, and swollen cuntlips caressing soothing labia made each forget she was a female in need of masculine attention.
"Sliding off the bed, I moved in on the clinging twins, but they were completely unaware of my presence. They were so tightly pressed against each other, the best I could do at the start was to rub their backs and kiss the napes of their necks. But neither seemed aware I was there. Maybe it was just as well, because I wasn't quite ready to raise another hard-on.
"Wanda was the more aggressive of the pair, and she began by letting her hand return to Rhonda's flaming quim, rubbing the outer juicy lips with the palm of her hand, exerting just enough pressure to stimulate a hot glow in Rhonda's belly. The latter began seeping heavy, viscous fluids, soaking her sister's hand.
"Then Wanda placed her forefinger on Rhonda's hard, extended clitoris and began moving it in a soft, tantalizing circular rhythm, first clockwise, then counterclockwise.
"Rhonda churned her body in a countermovement to her sister's finger massage. Soon they were in an entirely different universe, with Rhonda's thighs clamped tightly on Wanda's pressuring hand, her throbbing clit riding hard against Wanda's moving fingers. Rhonda clutched her sister tightly to her, biting deeply into her shoulder, and then gluing her mouth against her sister's lips, letting her tongue wash across Wanda's tile-white teeth.
"It was Wanda who broke the kiss first, her finger still making tiny circles against Rhonda's pulsating nub. She leaned down and sucked Rhonda's right tit deep into her tiny little mouth. She half-swallowed the small orb, making sucking sounds in her throat, then releasing it so she could roll the turgid, upstanding nipple between her teeth and lips. Wanda was biting with just enough pressure to drive her twin straight up the wall of sensual pleasure. Rhonda's pussy, meanwhile, was a whirling dervish, circling again and again on the point of Wanda's rubbing finger. Rhonda was moaning, awash in a sea of ecstasy. Wanda meanwhile, was thrilled to hear her sister sob, and pressed her finger all the harder against Rhonda's clit while sucking strongly on the rubbery nipple.
"I was becoming aroused all over again. My limp cock was beginning to stretch its head and solidify. I noticed Wanda's own body bucking with the circular movement of Rhonda's inflamed twat, and I moved against her rear, pressing my turgid cock against the longer split of her small, delicious-looking ass. My hardened prong slid between the juicy little cheeks and slipped along until it touched Wanda's greased cunt. I let the head soak in the sopping juices, then pulled my newly-inflamed prong back and took aim at her tiny asshole. It was no go. My schlong was too thick to immediately penetrate. I slid my left hand underneath, letting my pinky soak in the sauna of Wanda's steaming pussy, then I moved the pinky up until I was pressing it against that tight, squirmy little asshole.
"Slowly, little by little, my pinky began to part the web-like flesh of her bucking anus, and millimeter by millimeter forced the sphincter to yield to its pressure. And with each little push, Wanda gasped and rubbed her finger all the harder against her sister's thumping 'man-in-the-boat."
"Rhonda clasped her sister to her all the more tightly, their cheeks pressed closely together. Her mouth pouted so beautifully, I had to lean forward and kiss it while my pinky continued its inroads into her sister's bumhole.
"Wanda, meanwhile, had sucked so much on Rhonda's tantalizing tit, she had decided to release it and kiss Rhonda on the back of her right shoulder. I tried finishing my kiss with Rhonda, but she didn't want to let go. Finally, her sister rubbed her pussy-sentinel with an extra hard bit of pressure, and Rhonda gasped and let my lips go.
"I think I would have knelt and sucked Wanda's asshole had it not been bucking so violently. As it was, I had finally gotten my pinky all the way in, and was moving it around, stretching the elasticity of the sphincter to more easily accommodate my poking prick.
"I yanked my pinky out and slipped my forefinger in. It went in much more easily than I thought. Good! Now it was time for peter to make his entrance.
"Wanda's head was slowly moving down Rhonda's torso, bypassing the chocolate-tipped creamy mounds of tits, and working down along the belly. She dipped to the scrunched up navel and inserted her tongue, and Rhonda nearly screamed as the oral digit made a few circular turns within. From the winking bellybutton, her tantalizing tongue moved down the flat of her sister's tummy to the light, downy moss covering her pelvis.
"In no time, Wanda's busy tongue tickled its way to the top of Rhonda's hair-fringed split. The blistering result from Wanda's burning breath as her wet tongue sliced through the surrounding pussy hedge was to create an overpowering updraft of fire within her sister's heaving belly. Rhonda was going to come.
"My own horny cock had finally found the entrance to Wanda's elusive asshole. I pressed it forward, and Wanda automatically pushed back as her tongue began sluicing through her sister's honeypot. As my powerized cock began making inroads into Wanda's ultra-tight asshole. I saw her dip her hands lower and begin massaging her sister's clit while her tongue continued washing the delicate slit. She forced Rhonda's thighs wider so she could insert three fingers into the steaming twat. Her lips and tongue sucked all the more voraciously on her sister's clit, pulling on the extension of flesh until I thought she'd bite it right off.
"I rammed my fiery poker into Wanda's ass, and she writhed in total enjoyment as my prong began reaming back and forth. It made her open her mouth and press it against her sister's writhing cunt. The flat of her tongue spread itself against the blood-filled clit, and Rhonda was wriggling in unspoken, agonizing ecstasies.
"Rhonda was going bananas from the feel of her sister's loving mouth. Every possible neuron and axon inside her besieged snatch was tingling and vibrating like a well-tuned violin string. Her brain received one pleasure signal after another, and she felt it was no longer enough to receive. She had to give.
"An instant later, I found myself flat on the floor on my back, my cock still hungrily inserted in Wanda's grasping ass. Wanda lay on top of me, her tongue still slurping across her sister's clitoris, and Rhonda was on top of her sister, in a soixante neuf position, wildly licking Wanda's 'man-in-the-boat.' Every now and again, Rhonda's tongue slithered down the full length of her sister's lovely cunt crack and touched my throbbing pole as it plundered its way back and forth within the rigid confines of Wanda's squeezing rectum. The weight would have been intolerable had not both girls been so light. As it was, between them, I don't think I was supporting a hundred and eighty pounds.
"Rhonda's hungering mouth continued sucking on her sister's eager gash, while Wanda's slurping tongue continued washing her sister's solid clit. And because the girls were on top of me, I could barely move my aching cock in and out of the tight hole.
"Rhonda came first, wailing like a banshee as she rolled this way and that, pumping her slick, cunt liquid into her sister's waiting mouth. She jammed her face deep into Wanda's burning pussy and screamed again and again, the sound being absorbed by the soft, inner velvety walls of Wanda's vagina.
"Her screaming, plus the pressure of her lapping tongue on Wanda's clit soon had Wanda in an insane frenzy as she, too, climbed the incomparable rainbow, shuddering and shaking in the throes of some wild, unnamed passion, coming again and again.
"Wanda had the more intense climax, and an instant after completing her orgasm, rolled off me, my hard cock tugging out of her asshole with the pop of a cork leaving a champagne bottle.
"'I need another orgasm,' Rhonda was sobbing as Wanda lay off to the side, too exhausted to reply.
"Getting to my feet, I tugged Rhonda to hers and flung her onto the bed. Then I leaped on her, plunging my rampant cock deep into her blistering pussy until I was as far as I could go. For a little girl she had a deceptive box. It took all the cock I had to offer. I was jammed in up to the hilt. I began pumping wildly, and Rhonda moaned, 'Ooooh, that feels sooooo good. It's been so long since I've had a good penis fill me. Oh God!'
"The sound of her fervor snapped Wanda out of her lethargy, and an instant later I felt the second twin on the bed. She pushed me slightly forward, so she could reach both, my plunging cock and her sister's gobbling cunt. Her tongue liquidly spun across our members, causing me to thrust into Rhonda with longer, harder strokes.
"The combination of Wanda's tongue and my pistoning plunger reaming out her flashing pussy was too much for Rhonda. She screamed again, heaving her taut, tiny center as high as she could, and then her fuming cuntlips tightened their hold on my slashing pecker, and she came in a wild, thrashing, screaming fit of insanity that was a single, long, solitary yell. Her thrill had started from the middle of her cunt and had spread like a forest wildfire to her every extremity.
"At the top of her orgasm, Rhonda fainted dead away. It had been quite awhile since she'd had a good prick in her, and combined with her sister's knowing tongue, the feeling had been too good. She had experienced so much good feeling in so short a time, a short circuit must have occurred in one of her synapses.
"I unplugged my sensitized cock from within her unconscious body and turned to Wanda. The latter fell on her back, spreading her luscious loins wide apart, begging for my solid meat. I threw myself on top of her and squirmed until my stopper worked its way completely into her clutching cunny. Just as her tits had felt different from the boobs of her sister, so did the inside of Wanda's bubbling twat caress my slamming, throbbing dick in another way. Wanda's interior was softer, more foamy, more spongy. And yet it created a stronger friction because the instant I put my aching prick into Wanda we both knew I was going to come. And come I did, splashing my gism all over the interior of her knob-copping cunt, spraying my slick, white sperm all over until she, too, rocketed to her final orgasm."
In later years, Larry would become a journalist, and he would pen his experiences in a book using different names. Unfortunately, no one would believe him, and the book would not only not be a best-seller, but would lose money for the publisher.
* * *
The twins, totally sated for the evening, returned to their home. Larry had promised to blackmail their mother into fucking for him, and that was precisely what they wanted. Although they had enjoyed themselves, things hadn't gone quite the way Larry had described them. His thin penis had forced each of them to tighten her vaginal muscles when he probed into her. And where a thicker phallus might have hurt Wanda's rectum, Larry's had been so slender it had slid comfortable in. Most of the enjoyment each girl had received had been from one another. Still, they were satisfied enough so that neither had an inclination to play with the other once they had gotten into bed.
Wanda lay back, amazed at all that had happened since Friday. She, her sister, and their Cousin Larry had all been pure, innocent, unknowing teenagers, and now all three of them seemed to know more than many people who had fucked for thirty years or more. Yet she didn't feel corrupted. Nor did she feel dirty for having had an incestuous experience with her father. The truth was, she felt a lot better than if her cherry might have been popped by some strange, pimply faced teenage boy she might have dated. Somehow or other, Wanda had the feeling all this would turn out well for everyone involved.
CHAPTER TEN
The following day, Monday, in the late afternoon, Larry came to the Menscher house intent on fucking his first cousin. Barbara, who only a few days before, would have been shocked at the idea of doing-something during the day, between weekends with her own husband, felt a strong itch in her vaginal canal the moment she saw Larry. When he began making overtures, she didn't attempt any false modesty. She willingly agreed to go up to bed with him, unaware her daughters were in the house. But Larry, knowing the girls didn't want him in their mother's bedroom, suggested they use the living room, just as a change of pace. Barbara went to the front door, locked it, and headed into the living room with her cousin.
"Well," Rhonda murmured from the head of the stairs, "I think this is the time to go and get father."
"So then, let's do it," Wanda nodded, smiling.
* * *
The two girls, dressed in white blouses and pink skirts, quietly came down the stairs, listening to the passionate sighs of their mother as their cousin undressed her. They paused at the living room and peered in, seeing Larry already sucking on their mother's tits. Then they quietly unlocked the front door, slipped out, and closed it behind them.
* * *
Hurrying down to the corner, they grabbed a bus which would take them into town. Fifteen minutes later, they were getting off a half block from their father's store, and they ran in and insisted he close the place early and come home with them.
Fred Menscher, totally unaware of what was going through his daughters' minds, reluctantly agree, and after closing the store, got into the car with them and drove home.
* * *
"Shhhh!" Wanda cautioned, quietly opening the front door.
Fred didn't understand any of it, at first, but heard the noises the moment he entered. Walking through to the living room entrance, he stood transfixed, watching with his daughters as Larry, mounted on his wife, who lay on the floor, fucked strongly into her.
Barbara groaned withdeep passion as her hotly quivering pussy was fucked again and again, building wild thrills in her almost beyond endurance. She didn't know what it was that had come over Larry, but he was fantastic. And Larry, for his part, would have another fabulous chapter to add to his diary. He was pounding rigidly into her teeming pussy, holding her thighs back against her body, pinning her arms to her belly.
The throbbing, slender cock built wild thrills in her anxious body. She could feel the small cockhead skewering in and out of her vaginal tunnel, moving like a wild piston. His dangling balls slapped against her asscheeks, tickling her sensitive anal pucker each time he rammed forward.
Her taut vagina flared and the clasping lips of her hair-lined temple opened like a flowering bud to receive the wonderful attack on her ultra-sensitive flesh. Her hands finally freed themselves from beneath her thighs and wound around his back, pulling him more and more snugly into her. God! She wished his cock was a little bit thicker. Her nails dug into his flesh and clawed streaks down to his flexing buttocks as she tugged on him, slamming her ass up hard to stab herself delightfully with his knife-like cock. He was laying full length on her with his arms behind her knees to keep her ass tilted up, allowing him complete penetration. The angle made his short cock ride deeper into her sucking cunt, and he matched the movement of his cock by thrusting his tongue into the seething depths of her mouth, as well. Barbara hungrily sucked on his tongue, trying almost desperately to make him unroll more of it into her mouth. The previous night she had sucked her husband's cock for the first time, and she had been in a wild state of paradise from filling her throat with his meat. Now she was trying to clog her gullet with Larry's tongue, but it just wouldn't reach. The minty odor of his breath excited and aroused her all the more. Her body was able to keep up with his pounding lunges, bouncing with her own wild rhythm. Her hips struggled to keep him from withdrawing too quickly each time, lusting after the thin, slender feeling of his cock inside her. The floor absorbed the full impact of her round ass each time it came slamming down as the loud sound of straining grunts and groans filled the air in the seemingly stifling room, mingling with the noises of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh. The wet, almost viscous rasping sounds of his cock being sucked into her cunt again and again seemed to overpower almost everything. It thrilled her lustfilled pussy.
Barbara was aware her cousin was going to come very shortly, feeling his seemingly pencil-thin cock suddenly swell a little. The knowledge of this oncoming eruption drove her crazy with renewed passion. She was starting to reach under her buttocks to grab and squeeze his testicles as they pressed into the crevice of her shuddering ass when she was startled out of her lustful passion by the sound of her husband's voice as he walked into the room.
"Well, well, well," Fred snapped, approaching them, his voice thick with emotion. The sight of his wife being fucked by someone else didn't please him, but it did arouse him, and the emotion in his voice was lust rather than anger, but his wife couldn't tell the difference at that point.
Barbara's heart almost ripped through her chest cavity, stunned at being caught this way. The one thing of which she had been afraid had happened.
She wanted to wriggle out from under Larry's body, but he was too heavy to move. She saw Larry trying to brave it out by staring at Fred, wearing a large white grin.
"Larry, Larry," she screamed, pounding on his chest. "Let me up. For God's sake, LET ME UP!"
Her screams came out in a hoarse voice, but Larry remained on top of her, his throbbing cock still inside her as if nailing her to the floor. Barbara felt like a helplessly squirming butterfly.
The twins watched, both feeling a bit hot, yet neither interfering. They knew their daddy would eventually reveal his relationship with them, but only when it suited him. Right now, he was playing the hurt husband to the hilt. Only the girls and he knew he was only acting. "Fred, Fred," Barbara called to her husband. "Oh, Fred, please don't hate me."
"So, my pure, sweet wife, who, up until a week ago insisted on fucking in only one position, usually with the lights out, has suddenly discovered the joys of sex with another man, eh?"
"What are you going to do?" Barbara asked, horrified, seeing the wicked gleam in his eye.
"I'm going to give you a lesson in what it really feels like to be fucked," he snapped at her. "This is something you'll never forget. And when I'm finished with you, I'm going to fuck your two daughters, one at a time."
"Fred, NO!" Barbara screamed, horrified. "It isn't right to make the girls pay for my sins."
"Sins? Honey, no one here is talking about sins. You are not only going to watch me fuck each of your daughters, but you're going to help me. You're going to hold each one of them down while I plow into them."
"Oh, gooody!" Rhonda whispered to her sister. "We get to play virgin all over again."
"That should be a lot of fun," Wanda nodded. "But that won't happen until tonight. So let's you and I enjoy all this."
"Flip her over," Fred said to Larry, pointing to his wife.
Larry looked puzzled for a moment, and then a grin came to his youthful face. Suddenly he was a knowing man of the world. He was discovering all the fancy ways a man could fuck a woman.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Barbara's sweat-soaked body, he rolled her over with his hard, skinny cock still spiked into her, pulling her ripe breasts against his hairy, young chest. Her round, white buttocks were now pointed toward the ceiling. The frantic wife struggled fiercely for a moment, but Larry, for all his youth, was much too strong for her. She was shocked to feel her husband slap her ass as he yelled, "Hold still, sweetheart."
She heard his pants and underwear hit the floor, then she jumped when she felt his finger probe at her tender little anal ring.
"Wow!" Wanda whispered to her sister. "D'you see what dad is going to do? He and Larry are going to be the two pieces of bread in a sandwich. Mom is the meat."
"Boy!" Rhonda quietly replied. "Somehow or other, mom manages to have all the fun."
"What are you going to do?" the fearful Barbara asked her husband.
"I'm going to stretch your pretty little asshole with my finger," he told her, "and then I'm going to shove my cock into it. Believe me, honey. You'll love it."
Terrified at the thought, Barbara tried squirming her buttocks away but it was useless as her husband's probing finger was already pushing into her. He continued skewering it in, even as she screamed, feeling imaginary pain. He shoved it in up to the first knuckle, and Barbara stiffened from the unexpected sensation. She clamped her teeth together, refusing to scream and give her husband the satisfaction of knowing her might be hurting her.
Grinning excitedly, Fred rotated his finger in the tight, clutching center of his wife's ass, making her hump her body up and down on Larry's thrusting pike. Little by little she felt a warm, tickling sensation run through her, and she relaxed somewhat. Her hips began moving of her own volition again, letting her tight cunt ride the monorail of Larry's skinny pecker. The thrusting penis rammed up into her sopping vagina from below, building wild sensations in her. Even with her husband looking on and fingering her asshole, Barbara was unable to keep herself from wildly bouncing. She suddenly realized Fred had been sliding his finger deeper and deeper into her anus. Suddenly it was all the way in and rotating around inside her, causing her no pain whatsoever. When he pushed another finger into her, she was prepared to feel pain again, but realized there was nothing but the delicious sensation of being fucked while her rectum was filled with the two fingers. She began enjoying the movement of the fingers in her asshole, and, combined with the thrusting of the penis in her cunt, she felt hot all over again. In fact, the fingers in her rectum made her vagina tighter and it fit more snugly around Larry's thrusting penis.
Abruptly, the fingers slipped out of her anus, and suddenly she felt her husband moving closer. He was pushing her asscheeks apart with his thumbs as he moved in on her helplessly impaled body.
Fred, overcome with lust at the sight of his wife's wonderful, rounded asscheeks suddenly lowered his head for a moment and plunged his tongue into her rectum..He licked for good three minutes, and Barbara felt a series of shudders shoot through her. But the licking stopped as abruptly as it had started, and he was up and leaning over her back as he pressed the knob of his heavy cock against her tight asshole.
Barbara shivered in terror, knowing there was no way her tiny, narrow, rectal opening would be able to take the huge spear of cock. It just wouldn't fit, especially with Larry's cock in her cunt. She began writhing, trying desperately to free herself from the impalement of Larry's prick. But the two men were gripping her tightly, preventing her from moving. She could feel her husband's hairy thighs behind her, and felt his hot, hard penis running through the valley of her upturned asscheeks.
Gasping, she felt a direct pressure against her anal pucker, and the pressure began getting to her. It was pushing, pushing, pushing, stretching the tight, narrow entrance, and this time the agony wasn't imagined.
"Fred ... no ... oh please ... oh God ... no ... no ... aaaaaggggghhhhh..." she screamed the sound racing through the entire house as she suddenly felt the tight, gripping ring of her sphincter give way to the constant shoving of her husband's thick, powerful cock. In an abrupt blister of pain, his throbbing, lust-bloated cock-head slipped just inside the anal muscle, feeling it lock behind the corona. The agony of the obscene intrusion blasted through her entire being, and she began babbling and sobbing, begging for mercy. But her husband's mighty phallus continued easing inward, stretching the tight, narrow tube of her rectum, pushing deeper and reaching into her colon. Huge waves of pain seemed to precede it wherever it went. She gasped with despair as it sank deeper and deeper into her clutching rectum, the head reaching into her large intestine. And it kept moving in until she felt the stiff hairs of her husband's crotch rub her soft, smooth, tender asscheeks. It was in to the hilt.
Tears of anguish and shame filled Barbara's eyes, overflowing onto her cheeks as the thick shank lodged deep in her seething asshole pulsed and twitched with Fred's mounting excitement. God! It hurt. To think, her husband was debasing her this way. And the crowning insult was his insistence she help him deflower their own daughters. How could he even think of such a thing? Yet was she any better, being caught in the act of cohabitation with her own first cousin.
* * *
Fred was no fool. He knew, by now, his daughters had some kind of hand in arranging all this. Had he not been screwing his two lovely girls, there was an outside chance he might have been angry at his wife for her infidelity. But now, he was glad to have caught her this way to have an excuse to fuck his girls in front of Barbara. Besides, by taking his cock in her ass while she was filled in her cunt with Larry's prick would eventually give her an ultimate thrill. He was smart enought to know she would want more of this "sandwiching" after today. As long as he was part of the sandwich, he didn't care. But in the future he wanted to help decide who the other male would be. This was something he and Barbara would work out later, after she fully enjoyed all this.
Barbara could feel the thickness of the heavy shaft in her rectum while the thin prick continued pulsing in her tight cunt. A thin wall of membranous flesh separated the two phalluses. She wished Fred had his sausage stuffed in her cunt and Larry's was the one in her behind. She knew she would be able to take Larry's back there much more easily. But as she writhed in the hope of freeing herself from the two pales, she slowly came to the realization the painful agony she had been suffering moments before was changing into something totally enjoyable. Now, she carefully began rocking her hips back and forth, riding forward on one cock, while riding back on the other. There was no more holding off.
Fred, bumingly aroused, thrilled to have invaded the last bastion of his wife's morality, began thrusting madly into the tight depths of her seething ass. Larry, meanwhile, countered by ramming his cock up into her tight twat, feeling the warm, wet welcome her bubbling cunt was continuing to give his probing prick. Now they began fucking her in tandem, with Fred tugging his shaft almost all the way out, while Larry slammed in. They started thrusting back and forth together, shuttling her back and forth between them as if she were a foam rubber dummy.
Barbara felt thrills starting to pile up inside her, and she began sighing and squealing, betraying the delightful enjoyment she was feeling from the dual fucking. Her wanton body ached for more and more of the passionate thrusting as she writhed with rapture.
Barbara's entire being was becoming a quivering, shaking sanctuary of lust as she humped insanely in maddening abandon. Her mind was trapped by the sensual feelings of her body, lost in a maze of overpowering sensations as she wildly rotated her thighs and loins, bouncing her asscheeks against the thews of the man sodomizing her. She joyfully humped back and forth, continually skewering her body on the two poles. A strong, flaming, bursting sensation was starting to build inside her.
"Uuunnnhhhh!" she gasped, feeling sparking thrills shoot through her body, as blasting flashes of thrilling delight continued pervading her entire being. Qne glorious thrill after another trammeled through her.
"God!" Rhonda whispered to her sister. "Look at mother. She has much more passion than either one of us."
"I guess passion is something that builds with experience, and anyone who has been fucked by dad for fifteen years, even in the standard position, has to have developed her own share of passion," Wanda explained.
Fred thrust wickedly into his wife's clutching rectum, thrilling to the tightness of her interior. He slammed into her again and again, feeling his own passions mount.
Larry, lying under the two of them, could do very little moving. Barbara was actually fucking him, now, and all he could do was lie there and enjoy it all, in spite of the combined weight of the two of them.
The helpless Barbara was totally out of her mind with ecstasy. All she could do was respond to the way her husband was fucking her tight ass by countering and thrusting her sheath around the throbbing cock of her cousin. The climax was building in her body, and it was the most unbelievable one she had ever felt. She could feel it swelling in her rectum as well as her vagina. It was going to be a dual orgasm, and half of it would emanate from a place she had not believed could feel anything erotic. She was going to come in her ass. She was also going to come in her steaming pussy. This was unbelievable.
"UUUUNNNNGGGG!" she gasped, stiffening, stretching cords in her neck and thighs. "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! COMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG ... AAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Fred was startled by the strength of her orgasm. She had never come this strongly before. He could feel the tight clench of her buttocks as it gripped his thrusting cock, and he realized he and his wife were better suited to one another now than they had ever been before. It seemed so impossible that what was once the puritanical, straitlaced wife was suddenly a yearning, craving woman who was surrendering to her inner feelings. She was humping her wonderful white body against two thrusting cocks, both of which were trying to stretch her inner passageways.
Barbara's brain reeled with the power of her orgasms. But through the spinning and whirring she could hear the low, throaty growl of her husband, behind her. Though he had been the last to enter her, he was so aroused by being in her back passage, fucking her up against another man, he was going to come before Larry, who had always been a fast shooter before today. But even as she thought this, she could feel Larry's cock flexing in her squeezing vagina. She felt the phallus throb and expand until she thought Larry's cock might actually swell to something approaching normal breadth. She clamped her muscles all the more tightly around the two penises, intent on speeding up the dual orgasms.
Abruptly, her husband's white jets of sperm began streaming into her rectum, and the heated flow soothed any raw sensations still in there. This triggered another anal orgasm in her, but her, "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!" was drowned out by her husband's, "HHHAAARRRRGGHHH!" followed by Larry's "GAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!"
And then it over as Fred collapsed on the two of them, resting and feeling himself slowly regain some semblance of strength.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Barbara should have been revolted that night, when she held each of her daughters' arms pinned over their respective heads while she watched her husband fuck the two of them. She wasn't. She was envious, seeing the way his thick, thrusting penis moved in and out of their channels so effortlessly after what appeared to be a quick recovery from pain on the part of each daughter. Furthermore, she found herself licking her husband's fat cock as it pumped in and out of the tight chamber of each daughter, and she even found herself lapping the respective cunt of each girl.
When it was finally over, though each girl had enjoyed a rousing climax, Fred was still hard, and he insisted his wife take care of his erection. Barbara sucked his cock for a good three minutes while one daughter slid under her and lapped her nookie, and the other daughter licked her anal crevice.
When Fred finally screamed he was about to come, the two girls pressed their faces on either side of their mother's face and all three females took turns sucking the jism from the man's shooting sperm derrick. And while Barbara extracted the last drops of sperm from her husband's cock, Rhonda licked his balls to make sure he was unleashing whatever was left, and Wanda lapped his asshole.
That night, the entire family slept in the one bed, and for the first time since she could remember, Barbara was truly happy. She was dreaming of the time her daughters finally got married. Then she would have two more cocks with which to play. Life could be so much fun, and one didn't even have to try to make it pleasurable. It was there for the taking.
